#buddy swanson headcanons

[babsvibes]

Niche bb headcanons no one asked for:

Chloe experiments with bows once and can’t come up with a comeback for Louise’s “if you were going for Powerpuff girl, great job.” Is it a compliment? Is it an insult? How is she supposed to respond?

When Bob started getting gray in his mustache, he hid it from Linda because she’d want to see the sexy salt and pepper look, but it was only four gray hairs clustered to make it look like something was hanging out of his nose.

Dr. Swanson (Logan’s doctor) is Tom Bush’s golfing buddy, and he agreed to make sure everything was “totally normal” with his old friend’s son. It wasn’t, but he wasn’t about to tell Tom. Nobody else shares their flask on the course.

Also, Tom is scared of Dr. Yap, who canonically works in the same building as him.

Trying keep with the times, the One-Eyed Snakes make meth with gimmicks like “essence of açaí berry” but it turns out that’s basically exactly what any fad weight loss medicine was anyway. They pulled the plug because they may be drug dealers but they won’t perpetuate self esteem issues.

Tina sells friendship bracelets, but the only one who buys one is Gene (who gave it to Louise so she could have a bracelet from Tina AND him)

Harley’s from a big family, and she’s made up a song to help people learn all the names of her cousins. She’ll gladly sing it for anyone. Most people walk away after the seventh verse.

Nat is forklift certified

Gene secretly fills in as a DJ at the old folks home once a month (it’s not a secret, he just forgot to tell people). The senior citizens all turn off their hearing aids until Gene starts playing the classics with a fart noise mixed in here and there.

Jimmy Jr., Zeke, Tammy, and Jocelyn all think they’re Tina’s closest friend and fight about it. Tammy argues that she doesn’t WANT the title, but how could Tina not like her the best in a most treasured rival way? Jimmy Jr. says “well we’ve kissed so it’s hard to get closer than that.” Zeke coughs suspiciously then mentions Tina broke him out of the slammer. Jocelyn doesn’t have an argument but likes being included. Tina has no idea these fights happen, but she’s closest with Gene and Louise.

[tinalbion]

Is there still time for request? I just watched trailer for Terrifier 2 and I'm hyped! This may sound strange but can I get Billy Loomis, Art the Clown and Buddy Swanson with contortionist s/o who can twist/move her body in most freakish ways, like she doesn't have bones in her body? (If you ever watched Australia/America Got Talent act from Troy James, imagine that's what s/o can do. That dude scared the shit out of me when I first watched it!)

Omg, I LOVE that guy! His performance was amazing and I love seeing just how people can move like that, it's so wild to me, so I hope you enjoy this request! 

Rating: None

Length: 2k

Billy Loomis

Billy had no idea that you kept such an odd little talent to yourself, and he didn’t know for the longest time until several months into your relationship. You knew that people felt weirded out most times by your talent and you weren’t exactly out there wanting to flaunt it, only in certain circumstances would you show off to people. So tonight had been the night, though neither of you had expected it.

You and Billy were invited to Stu’s party, along with several of your other friends, who knew of your little secret and loved to have you do it when the group was drunk enough. It was a fun little gag and you loved acting as if they were so drunk that they had no idea what they were talking about. Harmless fun. So you and Billy arrived, his arm around your waist as you walked along through the crowds of people and you grabbed a beer, Billy grabbed one, and then you were both off to find a place to sit. Your friend Will greeted you enthusiastically and eyed you with a grin

"Will, don't you dare," you warned as you pointed a finger at him. Billy didn't question it but he was definitely curious. He leaned over toward you and whispered in your ear: "and what are we warning Will not to do, babe?" You wanted to tell him considering he wasn't one to get weirded out or uncomfortable, but you wanted to see his reaction, completely caught off guard as intended.

You shrug with a smile and sip at your beer, then you kiss his cheek and pull away. "You'll see in a bit, promise." He was content with that and continued to enjoy himself although he continued to eye you every so often as the night went on. More drinks were had, games were played, and beer pong proved to be not so fun. You lost, you NEVER lost. So when you finally admitted defeat, Randy turned to you and elbowed Will to get his attention.

“Guess you already know what we’re gonna request for you taking this loss.” You sighed and shook your head, yet the large smile on your face spoke volumes. Billy watched you intently as the crowd of partygoers gathered around your table and kept enough space around you, Randy gathered everyone around as he waved his hands out toward you. “Come on, let’s see what you can do!”

And just like a flip of a switch, you bent backward with ease and then you twisted your body where your hands were planted firmly on the ground as your spine contorted in ways these people never thought possible. There you were walking around as easy as ever and yet your body was twisted at the waist, and you looked like a horrible mangled creature running around on all fours. Some people reacted as you expected, some clapped and cheered for how absolutely fucked up you looked, and then there was Billy, who looked to be in a state between shock and intrigued.

After you finished your little display, you untwisted and stood back to your feet, then grabbed your beer bottle from Randy and sat back in your spot next to Billy. He just stared at you as you sipped at your beer and you scoffed. “What?” He only let out a laugh and shook his head. “You surprise me more and more every day. But uh, would you be opposed if I asked you to try something with me later on?”

You just sighed and shook your head with a grin. “Shut up, Billy.”

Art the Clown

Art had his own little secrets that you never really questioned him about and you guys got along just fine that way, so naturally, there were things about yourself that you hadn’t shared with him yet either. You guys were still learning how to communicate properly and it proved to be challenging, but sometimes you would learn something and you grew excited to get to know Art a bit more. So of course, here you were, seeing him yet again for the umpteenth time this week and you had ever wondered how he exactly felt being around you. You guessed he didn’t mind it since you were still alive and he always seemed to like to make you laugh.

As you continued to make it a routine to show up on a chosen day, you offered him the chance to hang out at your place, so he took you up on that offer, though he didn’t mention that he’d just show up out of the blue one evening with his bag draped over his shoulder, the tiny rocks he threw at your window to get your attention almost made you laugh if you weren’t scared to death at first.

“Jeez Art, you scared me!” You huffed, but you gestured for him to walk around to the front door. It was still early in the evening but you were curious as to why he’d avoid the front door at first, but it didn’t bother you. You offered him something to eat, he said no, then you offered a drink and he accepted water and sat somewhat awkwardly on your sofa. He seemed very out of place when it came to being here, but he did bounce up and down on the sofa a bit. Had a bit of bounce, he liked it. He never really got to be in places this cozy, so you told him he was more than welcome to make himself at home, except maybe he should not cause too much of a mess. He agreed with a devilish smile.

So Art made himself at home and began to walk around the place, allowing himself to check out the various photos and awards you had hung on your walls. He inspected each one and looked on and on as you watched from the doorway. His attention was now caught as he stopped at one award that stuck out more than the others. He leaned in close and saw the gleam of the award with your name engraved on it. It wasn’t your typical award either, but he turned to look at you and pointed to it.

“Oh, that? Yeah, I have sort of a neat thing I can do, I participated in an event and won. Wanna see what I can do?” You caught his attention as he eyed you curiously, and that’s when you placed your hands behind your head as you bent backward and began to move and twist in ways Art couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His jaw dropped and he stared at you as you twisted and moved in such inhuman ways that he was even too stunned to sign, he just stood there in your small living area and didn't move for about two minutes.

After you finished and stood back as normal as could be, Art began to throw his hands wildly and acted surprised as you laughed at his reaction. He was impressed and loved how insane it looked, he figured he could use you when scaring the folks in town during Halloween, or just for the hell of it. It was almost as if you could read his mind and tumbled out with: "I already know you're planning to use this in some way to mess with people, aren't you?" He faked shock, looked around the room, and gestured as if to say: "who, me? I'd NEVER." All you could do was laugh in response.

Buddy Swanson

It was no coincidence that you ended up working behind the scenes at the camp you attended, though you were sent there mainly because it was better than rotting away at home for that summer, so you accepted your fate and went along with it. They needed counselors desperately and since you had experience with kids, it was better than nothing. You approached Roger and had heard about this prestigious camp, though that was a term used rather loosely, and he hired you on the spot.

That's how you got to know Buddy Swanson, number one anti musical man, natural born cook, and an absolute cutie. He was hard not to fall for, but you kept a distance from him for a while until it smacked you in the face. The end of that summer, you both kept in contact and even discovered you both weren't that far away from one another. It started off like a whirlwind romance and you were swept up in it, enjoying whatever turn it took and you both just lived in the moment. It was hard not to do when you were in his company, he made you forget everything that weighed you down, everything that stressed you out. It was only you and him. Which led to you two camping at one point, a real camping experience with a tent and a bonfire, the works.

You both were sharing a couple of drinks when Buddy suggested a game of 'Never Have I Ever', and boy did you regret it. He drank so many times that you were almost willing to lie just to feel a buzz. He laughed at your feeble attempt too, he knew your tell when your eyes shifted away for a moment. "No, I saw that, get that drink away from your lips this instant!" He chucked. You let out a sigh and hung your head low.

"Well what do you want me to do?! I lived a sheltered life, not everyone gets that lucky, you know," you huffed as you gently chucked a small pebble at his shoe. So Buddy thought long and hard of something he figured you would have done, so he leaned back as he kicked a stick from under his boot. "Okay fine," he began, "how about… never have I ever pulled a prank on someone." You threw a hand up and groaned: "FINALLY!" Then you took a long swig and sighed in content. Buddy looked at you expectantly, wriggling an eyebrow. "So? You gonna share the story or what? I mean, you finally got one, hope it's a good story for you to share."

And you did. You went into detail how you had a sleepover when you were about thirteen, you were all sitting in the dark with flashlights held up to your faces, all attempting to scare each other. You rolled your eyes and said you were gonna go and get a drink, so they continued with their storytelling, and what the others didn't know was that you snuck around the hall and waited for them to think you were downstairs, then the floor creaked, they called out to you with no response. So all of a sudden, you scurried into the room on all fours, your body twisted as if you were mangled, and everyone screamed bloody murder. You laughed as you twisted back to normal and your best friend at the time laughed almost as hysterically as you did. "I had a feeling you were gonna do that," your friend remarked, to which one of them replied; "you knew they could do that?!" Safe to say, those kids had nightmares for a few days, and you loved every minute of it.

Naturally, Buddy was insanely curious. "Come on, babe," he said sweetly, "you gotta show me after THAT story!" So you got to your feet and found a decent area where the ground wasn't too uneven and there weren't a lot of ways to injure yourself, and you bent over so gracefully, your limbs moved as if you had no bones, and your torso twisted so easily that you thought Buddy's eyes would pop out of his head. "Damn, Y/N, that's incredible. If I would have known you could do that, I would have worked with you to scare the shit out of the theater kids." You laughed as you got back to your feet and sat down beside him again. "Guess we gotta come up with a plan for next year."

[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]

Not me thinking about how Buddy Swanson probably doesn't like or want to celebrate his birthday post the events of Stage Fright because he misses his twin sister Cam way too much and it kills him he can't celebrate with her the way he did most of his life so he tries to pretend it is just like any other normal day.

[tusaraame]

AU Gajuvia Brotp Headcanons

-Gajeel has been best friends with Juvia since middle school. Though they’re close, they never dreamed of dating each other since they love each other platonically. They also don’t have that “oomph” that you need to love romantically. That didn’t stop the mean kids at phantom high to tease them endlessly

-Juvia was bullied pretty badly when she was younger for being a loner and “gloomy”. Kids also used to tease her for carrying a Teru Teru Bozu doll around even though she did that since that was the last thing her parents left her. 

-When she met Gajeel, they didn’t get off on the best terms. Gajeel particularly didn’t like how she would let everyone push her around and she didn’t like how he never cared for human connection even when so many in their class wanted to be friends with him.

-This translated to Gajeel picking on her a bit during class and PE.

-Later, tension built up and they fought. Surprisingly Juvia got the upper hand till a teacher pulled them away and scolded them both. Juvia was scolded more harshly, which wasn’t unnoticed by Gajeel.

-Gajeel goes to the library after he sees a pile of water leading there. He hears sniffling and sees Juvia crying while listening to rock metal music in the corner. 

-Gajeel goes to apologize and says she has guts. They have a heart to heart where he asks why someone with guts would let herself be pushed around, and she yells saying she doesn’t know why he doesn’t want any friends. They both realize they are both loners who no one understands, till then. 

-Gajeel then asks what she is listening to, and he realizes it's also from his favorite band. 

-This is when they’re friendship starts. Gajeel tells Juvia to be more confident, and maybe fight if she wants to. They also meet in the library to hang out every day and get away from the others. Gajeel refuses to call them friends, but he can’t help crack a smile at that thought. 

-After learning to stand up for herself, it turned out Juvia actually loved fighting, and Gajeel would love to fight alongside her. And so started, Gajeel and Juvia life on the dangerous side in highschool.

-When Gajeel and Juvia got to high school, Juvia wanted to get a side job so that she could afford all her rock metal merch. Gajeel says she can try being a band manager for a band he and another buddy were thinking about starting. By this point they had to stop being so dangerous if they wanted to get the band off the ground, but they still retained some of their habits. Gajeel more so than Juvia.

-Juvia goes to a rival college with Gajeel, phantom college.

-Juvia goes on a swimming scholarship and also performs on the dance team. She is a business major and dreams of producing music.

-In college, Gajeel is studying to be a detective since he found that was his true calling.

-Every birthday, Juvia would get Gajeel a fund scavenger hunt to solve since he loves those. (Kind of like Ron Swanson from Parks and Rec if anyone has watched that.)

[irishmacguirefucker]

Headcanon that because the entire gang lives in each other’s pockets, for the most part, things like colds usually move through the whole gang like a wave, only ever sparing few from those brief days of sore throats and sniffles.

It started with Jack. The boy ran around in the rain and mud for nearly 15 minutes before Abigail  finally got the 4-year-old boy to come in

Two days later the kid was coughing and sneezing and sniffling through the night. Inevitably that meant Abigail got sick while taking care of him. Ever the mother, she did her best to ignore it and take care of the tail end of his sickness.

Mary Beth and Tilly noticed the mother looking particularly exhausted for a day or two and eventually offered to pay for the woman to get a nice hot bath in the nearby town. After much protest from the mother, they wore her down. So Tilly watched Jack for a few hours, and Mary Beth snuck Abigail out of the camp to go have a few hours to herself.

To make less of a scene, the ladies shared a horse, rode out on one of the extra horses at camp. While Abigail was extremely appreciative of the gesture and felt much better after a hot bath (with Mary Beth guarding the older woman’s things), it would inevitably be Mary Beth's downfall. The close quarters involved with sharing a horse infected the young romantic.

And so just as Abigail got better, Mary Beth began sneezing. And because Mary Beth, Tilly, and Karen could be particularly inseparable at times, it was hardly a surprise when they got it not two days after Mary Beth.

Despite the obvious cold the three of them seemed to be sharing, Ms. Grimashaw couldn't exactly be out three sets of hands. So they were all given lighter duties and a lot of Hosea provided herbs to keep them from being too miserable.

Now you would think, seeing how quickly this sickness had made its way through the ladies, that the rest of camp would avoid them. If only Sean possessed even the slightest amount of foresight.

Just as Karen was on the tail end of her cold (still contagious, but only a sore throat leftover), the redhead decided he had waited long enough and started his usual pestering of the woman once again. The two of them shared a few beers (“To celebrate my loves newfound health!”), and then once they were less sober a few kisses. Sean never stood a chance.

Lo and behold, the young man catches a cold. And makes it known. To everyone. However, he didn’t mean to let people know. His original plan was to pretend he wasn’t sick, mainly because it had taken him an hour of sweet-talking just to get Karen to sit with him at the fire that night. He had told her that the MacGuire genes don’t catch a common cold and dammit if he wasn’t gonna stand by that.

And so the man tried to replicate his usual energy and attitude. That is until he tries to chase down Karen for playfully stealing his hat, and gets so dizzy he eats shit right in the middle of camp. And manages to sprain his wrist, making him not only bedridden but ultimately useless to Susan in the way of chores.

Sean, ever the walking inconvenience some days, had also managed to dump his cesspool of cold germs on his usual drinking buddies. Unfortunately, that meant Uncle, Lenny, and surprisingly and to his extreme distaste, Javier got sick.

Every time Sean walked past Lenny's tent he got various items thrown at him. A spoon pinged him in the head across the camp and he actually looked a little impressed at his annoyed best friend’s aim. Javier also appreciated the action, as he walked by to hide a dry snakes skin in Sean’s bedroll to scare him. Petty? Yes, but also deserved. Uncle honestly just used it as an excuse to sleep even more than usual.

Unfortunately, Lenny hates being unable to help and basically tries to lob around hay bales and take night shifts on the guard, all well constantly wiping his nose on a handkerchief and sneezing so loud it scared birds from the trees. Needless to say, he was quickly taken off guard duty and sent to have a good night's sleep.

Now you would think “Lenny and Javier are smart, they would notice how quickly this sickness spreads and be more careful.” And you would be right. However. You forgot about Uncle. Uncle in his usual lack of Acknowledgement to the consequences of his actions managed to get Swanson, Bill, and to everyone’s extreme detriment, Dutch, sick with this cold.

Swanson and Bill aren't too bad, Bill has no issue taking frequent breaks from various duties, and Swanson literally continues as if nothing is wrong (considering everything else he has going on..).

The real issue is Dutch.

Molly is a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to gross sickness, so while she felt a little bad about it, she immediately left and shared Abigail and Jack's tent until it was over. (But if you really asked her, she might tell you it was because she’s already sick of his constant whining and couldn't handle it anymore.)

Susan and Hosea are seasoned in the care and constant tolerance of a sick Dutch, so much so that it’s not uncommon for them to bring him some tea that subsequently knocks him out for 12 hours straight. It took them years to develop the perfect recipe but damn if it doesn’t work every time. At this point it’s most likely that nobody else gets it, but here are some honorable mentions as to what the other camp members are up to.

Sadie: basically fucked off the guard duty as much as possible and kept like 8 feet from anyone she suspected might have ANY trace of it. She did not get sick

Arthur: was around in the beginning to help out but the moment Sean got it, he basically went off to go do some work. He came back briefly to drop off some money and the moment he heard Dutch sneeze he all but ran out of camp.

Charles: was there most of the time but the entire camp is like 90% sure he is immune to mortal sickness. Nobody has ever seen him have so much as a sniffle.

John: Also spent most of his time on guard duty, Hosea basically made him do it because a sick John is a whiny John.

Hosea: Also around but kept a good distance from anyone who might be sick. And if he did get to close he was berated by Susan, since he already had that cough.

Pearson: Got it from Karen begging him for some of his good whiskey and was immediately taken away from handling food. He spent most of his time fishing and drinking. He got very sunburnt.

[c-u-t--h-e-r-e]

modern gang headcanons onto how they all met

theyve all come to know eachother along the way, some through work and other friends and some just pure random encounters, also theyve know eachother for different lengths of time (some longer some shorter)

also all live in the same town/area

dutch and hosea would of met first, maybe at a bar or something, got to chatting and have become extremly close

dutch is with molly and hosea is with bessie

very much a hes my home boy relationship, very much like brothers and also a old married couple

arthur and john meet dutch and hosea quite early on, they probs met at their weaker more vunerable moments

dutch and hosea act as older brother/ father figures for the pair, giving advicr and support when needed

swanson is a priest, he also runs local AA meetings, couple counseling and therapy sessions all through the church

its not in your face religous at all its very open and relaxing

dutch and molly go to couples counseling and also dutch goes to anger management, which is how he met swanson

karen would go to AA meetings, also her and swanson become casual drinking buddies

they both support eachother in fixing their addiction but both understand its hard to overcome

abigail sees a volunteer wanted poster for the youth choir, thats how she meets swanson and the rest of the growing gang

javier is a music teacher in jacks primary and highschool

javier also plays music with abigail at church

pearson and susan would own a store in town

they would also supprt and help john and abigails store in local farmers markets and also sell their produce in their shop

mary beth, tilly, karen, sean, lenny and kieran would all go to the same highschool and such

tilly and mary beth would work and pearson and susans store afterschool

micah would of met dutch at a bar and also go to group counseling once in a blue moon

micha would know john due to them being in a bike interest club on facebook

also micah and bill would previously know eachother through highschool

uncle just really appeared and joined the group one day bc hes mystcal like that

over the years the gang formed through small introductions and such, the age and interest differences really didnt clash too much

over the years theyve gone from friends to family, spending holidays with eachother and such

[gutsybitsies]

Music headcanon: jack constantly sings buddy by Willie Nelson when he's missing bitty. The "her" in the song is referring to his anxiety/his career

the first thing i thought of when i saw this was that buddy by Willie Nelson is the theme song for ron swanson and his friends (i almost cried when it played when he and leslie reconciled to this song). 

and YES jack totally sings/hums it when he’s missing his buddy. also jack’s music taste is just about the same as ron swanson’s music tastes.

[waffle-sjunior-blog]

time for more headcanons

First kiss

Stephen/Sonia/Westley: Ben and Leslie like a bunch on their newborn baby heads. Fat fat thighs and stupid one inch feet. Such poor design

First “kiss”

Stephen: Hailey S, kindergarten. They are boyfriend/girlfriend for one very confusing week. 

Westley: Hailey K, kindergarten. Same

Sonia: Her first love, Ron Swanson, on the cheek. They obvi do not date. 

First KISS

Sonia, age 15: Oliver. She kisses her math team buddy after a tournament win and he is very confused and also gay. He’s gay. They don’t end up together. Oliver Perkins Traeger (Swanson born) is gay. 

Stephen, 17: John.. Neither of them are gay, but how would they know that. Have staged kissed and decided what the heck. Stephen is a little gay for John.

Westley, 16: Leslie Perkins Traeger. Their first kiss is after their first date, a trip to the library. They are pretending to be Harry and Ginny. 

[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.”

[f1nalboys]

YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER

Sam Wescott

STAGE FRIGHT

Buddy Swanson

POLY!CAMPING BOYS

-jealous ; poly!camping boys x fem!afab!reader ; nsfw (req)

-kinktober ‘21

[tinalbion]

Tina thank you for this! I have a spicy request for ya! Two dialog prompts, we got “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” and pair that with “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” for...Drum roll please....BUDDY SWANSON! Gimmie that sweet cooking boy having some fun in the kitchen with the reader, doesn't have to be kept to just oral either, have fun with it, do whatcha want I TRUST YA! Love you! 🖤

UM HELL YES, YOU ARE THE FUCKIN QUEEN AND I CANNOT HANDLE THE PURE SEXUAL ENERGY THESE TWO LINES HAVE.

Seriously tho, I am so very excited to be writing for Buddy for the FIRST time ever and I really do hope I did the boy justice, I will admit I was nervous as fuck for this. I’m happy with the way it came out. 

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Sexual tension and innuendos, cunnilingus, kitchen sex, fingering

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“Chocolate”

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Summer was here and things were kicking off to a great start.

Whatever happened between you and your two new love interests only progressed further and at a fast rate, you weren’t expecting it to kick off as you did, but you weren’t going to be the one to complain at all. You finally had some time for yourself after you had escorted the campers off to their divided activities, watching as they all ran off and spread out into evenly dispersed groups, friends talking amongst one another. You smiled at the thought of the kids having the best summer they could all thanks to the staff at Camp Clear Vista. 

You had begun to make your way back to the main camp when you spotted Buddy walking into the back door of the kitchen, carrying a large box, but now that you had a moment, you were going to find out what it was. You needed the time to unwind and Buddy was more than a good enough distraction for you, so what was the harm in seeing what he was up to. You looked around and saw that everyone else had either gone back to their cabin or had been in a session with the kids, so you crept through the back door quietly, not alerting him of your presence just yet. 

He carefully removed the contents of the box and placed them on the freshly wiped down prep table, the bags, and small boxes spread out where Buddy could easily read everything. He muttered to himself and read off the ingredients as he hummed to himself, his attention focused on his task. Weaving in and around the kitchen, through the walk-in cooler and toward the cabinets, he was able to gather all he needed until he heard a small sound near the back of the kitchen. His head jerked up and that's when he noticed you standing there, arm resting confidently against the doorframe. 

"Oh, didn't realize I had a visitor," he teased with a reserved smirk, brushing his curls from his eye. 

"You seemed focused, didn't wanna disturb you when you're in the zone." You shot him back a playful grin and crossed your arms as you took a few steps towards the table. “Plus I may or may not have been looking for a snack, just finished up helping with setting up the nature hike groups. I’m famished.”

He finished setting down the measuring cups and looked up at you, his expression was almost unreadable. “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in this kitchen until you walked in,” Buddy delivered the line smoothly, his hands already quick at work with the materials he had before him.

All you could do was laugh and shake your head in embarrassment, not wanting to show just how much you liked the line. "I can only imagine how long you've been wanting to use that line," you mused, leaning forward against the table. "Whatcha making?"

"Caramel marble brownies, I figured it would be a nice treat for the kids after dinner." Buddy had been too busy mixing everything to make direct eye contact, but you could see him peeking from the corner of his eye, his smile slowly growing. His mind was wandering like it normally did when you were in the vicinity, but he would play this out.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of baked brownies, the thought taking you back to childhood. It wasn’t until now that you realized it had been way too long since you enjoyed any real baked goods. Boxed ones just weren’t the same, so seeing as Buddy knew how to make them from scratch was a delightful tidbit that you didn’t know you needed to hear. 

“Oh, can I help?” you asked excitedly, clapping your hands together as you looked expectantly at him. 

He grimaced a little since he was rather protective of his workspace, but he knew you well enough that his kitchen would be in good hands, so with a sigh he slid the large silver mixing bowl your way. “You know how to make brownies from scratch?” he asked wistfully, taking a step behind you as you began to mix the ingredients together.

“I will admit, it’s been a while since I’ve made decent desserts, but with your skillful hand and willingness to teach, I’m sure I’ll be in good hands.” You smiled down at the bowl and then looked up to see Buddy staring at you, and it wasn’t just any stare, this was intense. You turned away quickly and tried to hide the obvious blush across your face.

Truth was, even though you two had already been intimate, Buddy just brought that side out in you and you were always so flustered with how dominant he could be. With Sam, it was soft and sensual, but with Buddy? Oh, it was on another level. You never complained nor would you ever, but there was just something about him today that was giving off more of an intimidating vibe. Moments later, you focused on him and he was concentrating on mixing together the melted caramel squares and evaporated milk together until it was combined well enough to make a thick enough caramel sauce. 

“You know, I always did like chocolate as a kid,” Buddy said as he slid the smaller bowl over toward you, “what about you? Any sweet treats you enjoyed as a kid?” He grabbed the ungreased pan from beside you and slowly started to spray the nonstick baking spray in all corners. 

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. “Didn’t really appreciate it as a kid, I do know though, especially with desserts. Went out to a fancy dinner with the folks and they had a fondue fountain with fruits and whatnot to dunk in it. Nothing tasted better than strawberries covered in warm chocolate sauce.” 

Buddy listened intently as you described one of your favorite memories, your discovery of all fine things to do with dessert. He loved it when you talked about things you recalled back from your childhood, it was almost like he could live vicariously through you and erase his horrific memories. He took the bowl from you after you finished mixing the batter and inspected it carefully. 

“Good job, looks perfect. Wanna do the honors?” He held up the small spatula that was covered in the chocolate batter, the droplets spattering onto his hand. 

You nodded and grabbed the utensil from him, your tongue immediately licking up the layer of batter. Buddy watched you and bit his bottom lip so hard that he almost drew blood. You were oblivious until you went for the second lick and saw the fist he had resting on the prep table, your eyes darted up to meet his and you knew what he was thinking the moment your eyes met. The smile he gave you could have made you drop to the floor in an instant.

“You know, I wasn’t lying when I said there wasn’t anything to eat until you walked in,” Buddy recalled, licking the fallen batter off of his own hand while maintaining eye contact with you. His smirk, damn, that smirk he gave you only made you weak in the knees. 

“And what exactly are you implying, Buddy?” 

He set the spatula down and firmly spun you around with his hand on your shoulder, pushing you against the table as he pressed in between your legs, a concentrated look in his eyes as they peeked out at you through his curls. “Oh I think you know what I’m implying,” he growled as his hands slowly began to slide under your camp counselor shirt, the hem of your bra just above where his fingers stopped. “But that all depends on you.” He reached in and dipped his finger in the batter, licking it off painfully slowly as you watched. He gauged your reaction and knew damn well you couldn’t resist.

Without even dwelling on it, you nodded your head and quickly pulled him into a heated kiss, his lips already making you melt as his hands began to undo your jeans button. He easily lifted you from the table and onto your feet so he could properly dispose of your clothing, but then it was right back onto the prep table with you as his fingers slowly made their way in and out of you, his lips never breaking away from yours. 

With just his touch he could have you undone in minutes and Buddy knew this, but he needed to be sure you were worked up enough, he loved seeing you like this because of him. He reached over toward the bowl and dipped his two fingers inside, gathering a bit of the batter on his fingertips, and he placed them against your lips as soon as he pulled away. Fuck, this was so hot, who knew Buddy was so into this? 

Your mouth was sucking on his fingers, holding in your moans and cries that you so desperately wanted to release, but you had no intentions of getting caught by a bunch of kids or the rest of the camp staff. You focused on the chocolate as his other hand continued to pump into you, a third finger finally curling within you, your moan just a bit too loud. Buddy removed his fingers from your mouth and looked down at you, his gaze a little too mischievous for your taste. 

“If you’re too loud, you’ll get us caught, then we’ll have to stop. Surely you don’t want that?” His toe was so mocking that it just made you even more of a mess, but you pouted and nodded your head in agreement, you surely didn’t want that.

He touched your bottom lip with the fingers that had been in you, his smile growing as he watched you suck them clean without him having to say a word. The sound that came from him was almost animalistic as you kept eye contact while you finished cleaning his fingers, then he went in for another sloppy kiss. His mouth slowly began to trail down your jaw and then made its way to your breasts as he lifted your shirt, your moans a lot more silent for the moment. 

Again, his hand dipped into the bowl and smeared the batter over your breasts, watching as the liquid threatened to drip down and ruin your nice, clean bra, but his tongue was lapping it up before it did. Buddy made sure to take his time with this as he only ended up licking some of it off, the rest smearing even further across your skin. You giggled as he made it a point to suck on as much of your skin as he could before getting to the main course. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to help yourself to the mix and scooped a little from the bowl, moaning against your fingers as Buddy nipped at your sensitive flesh. He pulled away and went lower, kissing your inner thighs softly and again nipping at your skin, your cute little yelps filled the kitchen.

 You didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly but Buddy’s mouth had made it to your heat, and his tongue dragged up your slit in a slow motion, causing your legs to shake, a drew out ‘fuck’ escaped you. He was merciless as he continued to eat you out, his hands grabbing firmly at your plush thighs while he swirled his tongue around, your body jerked every so often from the sheer pleasure. The contrast of the chilled table and the warmth of his tongue was almost too much to take at once. 

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping it ever so slightly to guide him to where you wanted to feel him. You felt the small chuckle vibrate against you and you were almost in over your head, your head was thrown back and you moaned out his name. Those fingers that ran through his curls never eased up and he had to admit that he loved when you showed him just how much you were enjoying yourself.

Buddy pulled away for a moment, licking his lips as your slick coated his chin, his eyes looking you over. “Oh I’m not done yet, but it’s okay honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs,” he muttered with a shit-eating grin. 

Before you could respond to him, he was back to pleasing you with his tongue, stopping your thoughts before you could even form them, and you couldn’t help the moan that did follow. To hell with being quiet, he was making it more than difficult to behave, but the kids were far enough away that you shouldn’t have to worry about it. The thought was far from your head within seconds as he continued to make you squirm, your mouth hanging open and your eyes rolled back, you were feeling absolute bliss. 

“Oh God, Bud-dyyyy,” you cried out, “please, just -fuck- keep going!”

You weren’t going to last much longer though and Buddy knew it, so he sped up his actions and thrust his tongue in, swirled it along your lips, sucking up your wetness that threatened to spill down your legs. He was hungry and he needed you to cum. Your grip on his hair only tightened the closer you got, your legs shaking like crazy as you whispered his name in warning, but you couldn’t even tell him. You cried out, breathless and panting as your cum coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind one bit as he attempted to lick it from his lips, the rest he wiped off on one of the hand towels that was closeby. 

Buddy chuckled as he stood before you and slid his hand behind your neck, bringing you up to kiss him. You tasted yourself on him and moaned against him, his smile only widening. 

“Damn, that was-”

“Who said I was finished?” Buddy interrupted. 

You looked at him and bit your lip, wondering what else he had in store for you, but there was no waiting around with him. He already had you positioned over the table, bent and spread for him like a goddamn meal. His hand slowly slid its way down from your side to your hip, then his hand made contact with your ass as he gave it a playful but solid smack. A yelp followed by laughter; you were having way too much fun. Buddy had unbuttoned his pants and allowed himself to spring free, rubbing it against your soaked lips while one of his hands slid under your bra, grabbing your breast. 

“It’s my turn now, babe,” he whispered into your ear. 

Prodding your entrance with his hard-on, he slowly slid within you and groaned as he felt you clench around him. ‘Oh fuuuck,” he sighed. 

His hands were gripping your hips as he pushed into you, stretching you out until he was buried deep within you, just relishing in the feeling of you wrapped around him. The more he fucked you, the more labored his breath became and he was having too much of a good time feeling you beneath him, but when you pushed against him and rolled your hips it was almost too much for him. He stopped as his hands roamed along your sides, sliding down to your ass as he pushed you forward slightly, watching as he slid out of you slowly. Buddy picked up the pace again and he kept one hand on your hip while the other reached around and gently began to rub your clit, and you let out a whimper while he placed more pressure on it, causing your sounds to grow even louder.

“Bud-dyyyy, please, fuck,” you begged, your eyes fluttering as you tried your best to bite your tongue, but he was close and you could feel it. 

You didn’t know how long you two had been at it but you knew that the kids would be back pretty soon, and the thought of being caught by one of the other counselors wasn’t on your list of plans, but the very thought of it only made the tingling in your spine grow. Buddy began to grunt as he rested his chest against your back so he could fuck you as deep as he possibly could, the feeling of you clenching down on him only made him thrust harder into you. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he warned against your ear.

His hand on your clit didn’t stop either as he mercilessly slammed into you, and within minutes, you came undone around him. You couldn’t stop the loud moan that followed your orgasm, the pleasure washing over you as you leaned fully onto the prep table to catch your breath, but thankfully Buddy followed close behind and came deep inside you, the movement of his finger against your clit slowed until he finally pulled away. You were both panting and heaving as you stood there as you allowed your high to fade, and Buddy slowly pulled out of you as he placed several kisses against your back, then fixed his pants and turned you around to help with yours, the intensity of the moment still feeling a bit high.

He looked down at you and laughed almost a little too loudly, something you hadn’t heard him really do around you. “What? What is it?” you asked in confusion, your hand instinctively wiping at your face.

Buddy shook his head through his laughter and sighed while he reached for a bit more of the brownie batter, then gently booped it onto your nose. “You got a little something on ya, Y/N,” he teased.

What both of you hadn’t expected was Sam to walk in, blissfully unaware of what just transpired moments prior, walking into the kitchen as he hummed a song and dug into the employee fridge to grab his lunch. He smiled as he saw you two and looked at your face, a large smile across his. He stepped up close to you and swiped your nose, taking some of the batter with him. 

Sam popped the batter into his mouth and chuckled lightly. “Hey Buddy, hey Y/N, ya missed a bit. I’ll see you guys later” And with that, he was gone again, getting back to his group of kids. 

You both watched as he walked out of the kitchen, completely unaware, or so you thought, and you couldn’t help but bust out into a fit of laughter with Buddy shaking his head as he wore the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. You really had been one of the luckiest people on the planet to land such a great pair of guys. 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Aren't You A Little Early?" Buddy Swanson And Sam Wescott X GN! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys. Fluff.

AY! So I know no one asked for this, but it’s been a few days since I have gotten something out. The idea for this hit and it hit HARD at work today, and with everything going on in my life I am taking the inspo when it comes and this felt really needed, was super fun to just let this pour out. Some good ol Poly!Camping Boys fluff. Also yes I fully headcanon that Buddy is Canadian. Centre Stage was filmed in Canada and nothing outright says it isn’t in Canada, so fuck it! Buddy Swanson is Canadian because I and Tina say so! It being my native countries Thanksgiving weekend the idea for this hit and so here we are! We all know fluff is a rare treat from this smut machine so enjoy it!

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Length. 1.7K. Rating. SFW. Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott X GN! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys. Warnings: Fluff. Domesticness. Established Relationship. Teasing. Buddy Being A Total Sweetheart. Alcohol Consumption.

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You and Sam both had work that day. Sam managed to finish just a little bit before you had and swung by to pick you up, the two of you walked home together, hand in hand, wondering what you were going to get up to that night.

“Is Buddy working?” You asked, glancing over to Sam and he responded, “It’s Monday, so probably, we just might catch him on his way out the door if we speed it up a little.”

“Well let’s pick up the pace and give him a proper goodbye, hmm?”

You and Sam typically worked during the day, Buddy usually working the dinner shift, unless he had the day off it would be hard to coordinate time together, getting to see him off was something you all made a big effort to facilitate. You and Sam knew it meant a lot to him, any time he could squeeze out with you both was immensely important to him, more than he could properly say.

Soon enough you and Sam were coming inside his and Buddy’s shared apartment, the fall chill was easy to forget with how warm it was, but you noticed something else before the warmth, it smelt incredible in here. The lights were still on, Buddy must still be home, before either you or Sam could call out to greet him he was already coming around the corner in full view of the door.

“Oh you’re both home! Perfect timing.” He said as he came forward, one hand on your arm he pressed a kiss to your forehead, a small “Hey.” from you as he did so, and then he leaned down to press one to Sam’s cheek, he also gave a little, “Hi man.”

You noticed what he was wearing, nice navy blue sweater and white collared shirt, slacks, normally if he would be working tonight he’d be in his uniform already, you spoke first. “Not working tonight?”

He pulled back, shook his head and a wide smile, “Nope! Got the day off today, you get to have me all night.”

That made you smile too, “Lucky us! Nice outfit by the way, you got something planned?”

That had Sam following you up in a teasing tone, “Yeah, is it date night? Do we need to hurry up and get ready?”

He gave you both this kind of look, “Uh yeah I’ve got something planned, it’s a special occasion, did you both forget?”

A shared look between you and Sam, both wondering at once if you had forgotten some kind of anniversary, you hadn’t thought that you had. If it was an important day there was no way both you AND Sam would have forgotten it.

“Oh my God you totally forgot.” Buddy teased and you jumped to try and defend yourself, “No, no, of course not!”

Sam had his hands on your shoulders, standing right behind you still as he contributed, “Yeah! I mean psh, us? Forget? As if!”

Buddy had his arms crossed, a fond smile on his face, a hum as he rolled his eyes, “Yeah I am sooooo sure. You two? Forget? Never.”

“Right, never.” Sam confirmed and after a beat of silence you spoke.

“But let’s pretend, just for fun, and say that we DID forget-”

Buddy laughed a little, a hand gesturing out, encouraging you, “Go on.”

You finished your thought, “-what is today exactly?” He scoffed, still clearly playful, he reached out, took a hand each from you and Sam, “C’mon then.”

He tugged you both along, leading you both off to the kitchen. The warmth and smell only increased as you got nearer and then once you were across the threshold you saw what he meant. Table was set for three, very nicely, and there was a large spread of food. You and Sam took in the view, a bowl of what looked like mashed potatoes, green beans and corn, fresh bread you were sure he baked himself, stuffing and a gravy boat-wait.

“Thanksgiving?” You offered up and Buddy and released your hands now.

“There you go! You got it!” He said with a clap, still smiling, and you and Sam shared a look of confusion and Buddy’s smile fell a bit, “What? What’s the matter?”

Sam started, “Umm aren’t you a little bit early Buddy boy?”

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah it’s not for more than another month.”

Buddy’s face scrunched, a little as he said, “What are you talking about? Second Monday in October, that’s Thanksgiving!”

“Uh no, Thanksgiving is in November.” Sam asserted.

Buddy replied, “No way! I know what I am talking about, Thanksgiving is the second Monday of October every year, Cam and I basically cooked it ourselves since we were thirteen-”

That is when it clicked.

“American Thanksgiving is in November.” You said and Buddy had his hands on his hips as he said, “No duh. I’m Canadian. I’m talking about Canadian Thanksgiving.”

Honestly you and Sam should be a bit embarrassed it took you this long to figure it out. Buddy is from Canada, had lived there all his life until coming to America and getting hired at Camp Clear Vista and meeting you and Sam.

“But you live in America now?” You asked as you watched Buddy turn towards the stove, there was a big pot of something on one of the burners he was stirring. His response was one simple word, “And?”

Sam laughed a little at the way he said it, something about the teasingly sarcastic way Buddy would retort like that on occasion would really get to him. Sam decided to jump in, “And since you live in America now shouldn’t you assimilate and celebrate our version of the holiday?”

Buddy turned to look at you both over his shoulder, “Me? Assimilate? Why should I have to?”

He turned around, ladle in hand as he continued, “And another thing! I took the day off to cook a really nice meal for the first Thanksgiving we are all together and I haven’t heard a single ‘Gee thanks Buddy-’ or a ‘That's so thoughtful Buddy-’, I’ve been in the kitchen all day here.”

It was still teasing, still light, but he did have a point. It was really nice, it smelt amazing and looked even better. It was absurdly thoughtful, plus it was very sweet that he seemed so excited to celebrate this holiday with the three of you all together that he did all the work himself, I mean he even got dressed up for the occasion.

You came forward first, hands out and coming to rest on his shoulders. “You are right, we should be thanking you.”

Sam was coming up behind you, “Yeah Buddy, really, it looks fantastic, I didn’t realize how hungry I was till I smelt it.”

Once you got started it was hard to stop. So you didn’t.

“Seriously, how sweet are you? Cooking something so special on your day off just for us.” You were sliding close, arms wrapping around his neck and Sam was agreeing, “He spoils us far too much.”

“Truly we are not worthy.” And you saying that had Buddy laughing, “Alright, alright, enough. Save the rest of your compliments till after you eat the damn meal, okay?”

“Okay, whatever the chef wants.” You gave him a quick peck and unwrapped yourself from around him then asked, “So what time is dinner then?”

“Half an hour it will all be good to go. You two can go have a shower and change if you want.”

Buddy was facing the stove again, stirring something, whatever it was it smelled amazing.

He knew you too well because before you, or Sam, could ask he was saying, “It’s mulled apple cider. Old thing Cam and I used to do together every Thanksgiving. Even if she isn’t around anymore-” He paused, a small shrug before saying, “I figured it would be nice to share it with you two.”

That got to you. Made something in your chest heavy, a warm kind of ache, he could be so damn sweet sometimes.

“Well I dunno about Sam but I think showering can wait. I wanna know what I can help with and am dying for a cup of cider.”

“Yeah I can hold off on a shower. What can we do?” Sam asked with a smile, and Buddy was getting mugs out for all of you, “Get your aprons on first off and then I’m gonna show you the best way to carve a turkey.”

It was a half hour later. Wine opened and all sitting down, candles lit and eating, both you and Sam gushing on and off about how good it all was, “Fuck, you know if the food is THIS good, maybe Canadian Thanksgiving is the one we should celebrate from now on.”

“Or. Or! Hear me out here, we celebrate both so we get another meal like this in November.” Sam said and Buddy laughed into his wine glass, leaning back into his chair, “Oh you volun-telling me, huh? Not even gonna ask, just assuming I would be down for that Sammy?”

“As if you don’t live for this kind of thing.” You said it very casually which got another small laugh from your curly haired boyfriend seated across from you.

“She makes a great point, Swanson.” Sam teased and Buddy retorted, a little mocking as he fired back, emphasis on the last name just as Sam had done, “Not the point, Wescott.”

“You’re right though, I should ask, formally-” so Sam cleared his throat in a way that had you fondly rolling your eyes for once as he took Buddy’s hand that wasn’t holding his wine glass. “-would you, do us the honor, of considering making us an equally amazing feast on our inferior American holiday?”

Buddy hummed, thumb stroked over the back of Sam’s hand, making a big show like he was thinking it over very seriously, “Hmmm. Welllll I suppose I could be swayed. Do the dishes tonight and we can talk.”

“You are too kind.” You said and Sam dropped Buddy’s hand, “The kindest. What’s on the menu for dessert?”

“Apple pie, homemade vanilla ice cream.” Buddy said easily and Sam asked, aghast, “Not pumpkin?”

Buddy shook his head as he said, “Nope. Apple.” Sam asking, still sounding offended, “Thanksgiving with no pumpkin pie?”

“Pumpkin is overrated. Apple is superior.” Buddy said it as if it was as clear as day, it made Sam exclaim, “Overrated?!”

You picked up the bottle of wine and poured yourself another glass as you listened to your boyfriend bicker over holiday desserts.

Thanksgiving, Canadian or American was pretty damn great with the two of them.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Leslie Vernon Masterlist.

Leslie Vernon NSFW Alphabet.

"Don’t You Know The Rules?" Leslie Vernon X Reader. NSFW.

"Watch Your Step." Leslie Vernon X Reader. NSFW.

"It’s 3 AM." Leslie Vernon X Reader. NSFW.

"Fun-Ishment." Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Three Against One." Sam Wescott And Buddy Swanson And Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys.

"You Did It Where?" Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"My Final Girl." Leslie Vernon X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Let Me Remind You." Leslie Vernon X AFAB! GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Touch Me There." Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader NSFW.

"He's Committed If Nothing Else." Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. CAM!AU! NSFW.

"Fall Fair." Leslie Vernon X Final Girl Reader. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. “In The Spirit Of Giving.” Leslie Vernon X AFAB Reader. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. “Accidental And Unexpected Benefits.” Leslie Vernon X AFAB Reader. NSFW.

"No Place Like Home." Leslie Vernon X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

“The Opium Of Your Memories.” Leslie Vernon X Reader. NSFW.

Leslie Vernon With A Male!Ace Reader Headcanons. SFW.

“Stressed.” Leslier Vernon X GN! Reader. SFW.

“How’d It Work Out?” Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. SFW. 

“Surprised?” Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. SFW.

“A Little Help?” Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. SFW.

“Most Important Meal Of The Day.” Leslie Vernon X GN! Reader. SFW.

“Orange Tic-Tacs And Snapple.” Leslie Vernon And Reader. SFW.

“Backseat Serenade.” Leslie Vernon X Reader. SFW.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I wish I knew what the most memorable scene was but right now I’m going with Charles x Prostitute reader. I have to. The kissing costs extra ‘I can afford it’ line is just CHEF’S KISS. The gif up top certainly isn’t hurting my experience either 🤣

Also the Canadian thanksgiving fic. It was cute. It’s THANKSGIVING. Ummm did you look at the wrong month my dude? 🤣🤣🤣 2 Thanksgivings yes please but with no awful family to deal with I beg of you. It sounds so gooood.

-NITL✨

I am slightly unhinged today but that’s fine. It’s the usual for this time of day anyways

Ahhhh YES! Reminders Of Her is so fucking good! One of my fave one-shots but you are correct that moment is just-

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The compulsion to indulge himself was too great, he ignored every reason why it was a bad idea and made his move.

He leant down and you caught on immediately and put a stop to it. One of your hands dropped from his shoulder and came between you and him, two fingers pressed to his lips and prevented him from kissing you, stopping him short, you teased him. “You know that costs extra Chuck. You sure you can afford it?”

The sound he made, one of disgust and he rolled his eyes, he grabbed your hand and ripped it away as he spat, “I can fucking afford it.”

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Yes. Fucking correct, a fantastic moment, a great pick, amazing taste as always! And as for Aren't You A Little Early, that is just some grade-a fucking fun as hell soft-ness! Like how much better can it get?

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“Uh no, Thanksgiving is in November.” Sam asserted.

Buddy replied, “No way! I know what I am talking about, Thanksgiving is the second Monday of October every year, Cam and I basically cooked it ourselves since we were thirteen-”

That is when it clicked.

“American Thanksgiving is in November.” You said and Buddy had his hands on his hips as he said, “No duh. I’m Canadian. I’m talking about Canadian Thanksgiving.”

Honestly you and Sam should be a bit embarrassed it took you this long to figure it out. Buddy is from Canada, had lived there all his life until coming to America and getting hired at Camp Clear Vista and meeting you and Sam.

“But you live in America now?” You asked as you watched Buddy turn towards the stove, there was a big pot of something on one of the burners he was stirring. His response was one simple word, “And?”

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Buddy Swanson is Canadian and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands I do not care. Seriously tho! Thank you so much for sending this ask in! Stellar picks! Always a joy to hear from you and what resonates with people!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Sam Wescott NSFW Alphabet.

Sooo after doing Buddy Swanson alphabet of course I had to do one for Sam. Similar to Buddy I consider myself the Sam Wescott expert, again I started his tag on Ao3 and have written him the most so far so fucking here we are! I love him, the sweetest and softest slasher I am into, here we go!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The best word I have to describe Sam Wescott is concerned. He is so concerned about you and your comfort, always. He will do anything you need on your come down. He would run a bath, would get you anything you wanted to eat, change the sheets if you so requested, he doesn't want you to do anything, he's got it under control and he would INSIST. Seriously you want something just name it and it is happening. Would love to have a shower with you post sex.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands for sure, no doubt about it. So much experience working outdoors, very skilled with them, rough and well worked, he isn’t the most confident guy but when it comes to his hands he is. They make him feel capable. Loves to touch you, run his hands over you, loves to feel you up with them and let’s be real the man is great at fingering.

Now for you he loves your lips, man is WEAK for kissing, will sometimes find himself staring at them while talking with you, loves the taste of you, just cannot get enough of kissing you or of you kissing him well basically anywhere. The sweet things you can say with them and listen he can’t help it if he is obsessed with how they look and feel wrapped around his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay so I totally have this idea that a big unexpected fave of his that he never anticipated liking so much until it happened is having you make a mess of him. Like blow and jerk him off and make him cum on his own stomach and then lick it up and then his refractory period is basically non-existent.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay so one of the hottest things or ideas to him is you forgoing underwear in public and letting him know in some way that you have. Whether taking his hand and letting him feel or maybe a racy picture sent or flashing him with no one around at that moment and holy shit he is achingly hard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More than you would think! For a guy who seems so nervous and unassuming you’d think he wouldn’t have much experience but Sam has been around a bit. Much more down for a casual hook-up than you would think. Typically parties and get together where he has had some drinks to help settle some of those nerves. But more importantly he is so enthusiastic and willing to please.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on top. He loves it so much, to have you over him, being able to feel you up and help pull you down onto him, he loves you being able to take it at your own pace and use him however you want to find your release. Totally in awe of you riding him, put your hands on his chest as you do, lean down and kiss him or whisper things to him and fuck he won’t be able to hold back from bucking up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh the boy can do both, when he gets all flustered he is much more prone to laughing and making some jokes, but take my word for it, Sam can be so insanely sensual, surprisingly can be great at maintaining the mood. Doesn’t take himself too seriously thankfully.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah totally matches, light and soft curls, doesn’t let it grow out much, trims it semi often, has never shaved and certainly never waxed and has no intention of it. Might try shaving it if you wanted him to but he wouldn’t do it unprompted. Overall great personal hygiene.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ugh romance thy name is Sam Wescott. Like hot damn he can be the most romantic fucker you have ever come across. It is ridiculous. Would touch you with such care and reverence and would say some of the sweetest things. Wouldn’t be every time but you’d never, ever have to ask for romance from Sam.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Totally think that he has a hard time keeping quiet when he does. He just gets so into it. Also totally uses lube, like not lotion, nice lube, totally amps it up for him and I also think he edges himself, not super hard but a few soft edges he’s learned can make his eventual orgasm so much better. Legit just picture poor Sam, one hand over his mouth, eyes shut tight, moaning into his palm as his other hand is slick with lube, fisting his cock, already edged a few times and getting so close he can’t stop the sounds from spilling out? Hot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Has a few kinks, not all but have some of the biggest.

PRAISE! This man has the biggest fucking praise kink around, both ways. Loves to talk you up so much. Please praise him, tell him what is working and what feels good, nothing gets to him more than you encouraging him vocally.

Body worship. Sam will literally worship every fucking sqaure inch of your body, hands and mouth working in tandem, just positively everywhere until you are a complete puddle. Getting you off gets him off hard.

Denial. Can’t help it, delayed gratification, and you teasing him, frustrating him, gets to him badly, makes him unbelievably hard, and after some good edging he is a total flustered mess and is leaking massive amounts of pre-cum. Is a bit embarrassed he is so into it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outdoors! Not like he is a huge exhibtioinist just loves being outside, some of his favorite things have happened outside. I headcanon there is this hill at Camp Clear Vista that Sam likes to sit on, can see most of the camp from there, loves to sit there and clear his head, it’s his favorite place. Late at night under the stars, just being out at camp in general, in a tent or a cabin, the forest. Also totally a fan of shower sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You wanting him. Showing clear desire and intent, especially if it is some place that you can’t right away. Like you whispering something dirty to him, or feeling him up, a particular look. Oof. He really wants to be wanted and desired so that gets him going like nothing else. Like you being almost desperate for him is perfection. The idea of you clinging to him, tugging on his clothes and almost grinding on him, begging him to just touch you let alone fuck you? He is on you so fast.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation. Like I could not see him having it in him, does not have the heart to engage in extreme degradation. A casual flippant comment in the heat of the moment during a rougher session? Maybe. But you aren’t gonna have him doing some hardcore degrading, sorry he just isn’t that guy. Also any hard pain play either. Making you cry because it feels so good? Yes. Crying from pain? Hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh my fucking God! So don’t ask me how or why this got started but this is my strongest held Sam headcanon. I believe that Sam Wescott is GOD-TIER at giving oral. Eating pussy or sucking dick he is too fucking good and why? How?! Not sure. He just is. Maybe it is him being so enthusiastic and willing to please but he is. I think that is what he has the most experience in. Man will stay down there all night for real if that is what you want. Also turns him on a lot, can totally catch him not so subtly grinding against the bed or palming himself while doing it. Has totally just gone down on you and jerked himself off more than once.

So much bigger giver than a receiver, but still loves, loves, loves when you give. Total mess when you do it, barely knows what to do with himself, totally lets you take the lead on that, he is big and knows it but will appreciate however much you try and take. Won’t say it but loves when you gag on it, doesn’t have to say it because it is obvious he loves it from the way his thighs tense and the strained sounds that leave him as he tries to resist fucking into your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual for fucking sure. Can go faster, a more steady pace but still doesn’t jump to being rough. Work him up enough and beg for it and you can totally get that from him. Can totally get caught up in the heat of the moment and really fuck you. Again a decent mix but typically slower and more sensual.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Usually likes a mid-length session, loves a longer one and is down for quickies but they aren’t his favorite. Most of his interests and kinks lend themselves better to longer sessions. Quickies are great after a healthy and hearty amount of teasing, you tease him for a few hours where he can’t do anything about it when you do get alone it isn’t gonna last super long, he won’t be able to hold himself back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again name of the game for Sam is pleasing you so he is totally down to try what you want, open to experiment and risk for you but isn’t gonna suggest it super openly. He does have some spicier interests and leanings but would be worried about opening up about them at the start, it takes a while for him to get comfortable with that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much work you put in beforehand, how much foreplay and how in need he is, how long it has been since you last were together. Can go for three or four with little issue but can be satisfied with just one. The man is fit, young and healthy, what else do you expect?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own a single toy himself, but would be down to use some with you! I could see his favorite being a bullet vibe, something small yet powerful and precise and using it to great effect on you. Also even though he wouldn’t readily admit it, if you are into it and get into it he could be down with using a paddle.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oooo he likes it a little too much. Typically loves and prefers to be on the receiving end of it but loves to return it. Once he figures out just what gets to you he will use it to his advantage. Likes to see you being flustered in public as opposed to him for once, loves to get you to the point of begging.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yes dear God, part of why a semi-public hook up is extra risky with him is because he has the hardest time shutting himself up. Again loves to praise and be praised, can’t help saying such sweet things to you, moaning, cursing, grunts of effort just on and on, like damn Sam can you calm down for like a sec? Cover his mouth or gag him for crying out loud, or don’t because he sounds amazing. Will still try to talk when close or cumming but it just ends up breaking apart with his moans. So good.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Oh okay so this is a fun one. I totally think his ears and neck are weirdly sensitive. You wanna see him flushed and flustered as hell and unable to stop himself from grinding against you mid-make out? That is the best way to get it to happen! The thought of it though, you initiate like that. He is sitting at the couch and you come up behind him, wrap your arms around his neck and lean in close, lips brush the shell of his ear and you whisper to him, “Hey Sammy. You busy?” and then you start to kiss his neck and he tenses so quickly. Let your hands start to roam, reach down and palm him through his jeans and ask, “Well?” and feel him up and his eyes would flutter closed and he would arch up into you, a shaky exhale and a laugh as he says “No-I uh, I’m not busy at all.”

And then it is on.

Also he is bi, it took him a long time to accept that about himself and get comfortable with it but he gets there eventually.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Oof so from all the working outside and general working out he is firm, cut, very fucking strong, the view with his shirt off is so good. Okay so for his dick, man is packing heat. I am talking eight point five to nine inches, you wouldn’t guess by looking at him. Totally not the type to brag about it and is aware extra foreplay and prep is usually needed but he loves that so it is all good. Average thickness, circumsized, pretty full balls, a good handful, you know? The sheer amount of pre-cum this man can produce is impressive, actual loads fairly regular, little thin, slightly above average amount, he has a great diet and tastes good.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Down for nearly every single day, fine with around three times a week because the sessions are longer. Would love to wake you up with oral, no better way to start his day, loves a good morning session while you are still in bed together, also quite the fan of some afternoon delight. Can be quite insatiable when prompted right and that side is pulled out of him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Boy he makes sure you are all good but after a really, really long session the boy does get sleepy. Him checking in and making sure you are all good and don’t need anything even with his eyes slipping closed and voice all tired, adorable, endearing, loves to curl up with you to sleep. He can spoon you but loves to be the little spoon, is anyone surprised?