#dash: buck wilde

[marciafogarty]

@annabethblossom

@hunterclaringtonswitch

@javierfogarty

@maxroarkewooddom

@buckwildes

@evan-wilde said: Wow, you're pretty!

all liked your photo.

Wow! Thanks, everyone. Glad y'all are appreciating the view. It was even better in person, I'm told.

(Also, to @evan-wilde you can't even see my face here! So I can only assume you think I've got a pretty ass?)

[santiagolopezsub]

I don't know who any of those people are, hence why I asked for some names. ...Yeah, I'm sure you would. Who wouldn't?

Maybe ask a girls with a sub mark? Kyla's awesome or Stacey or Daisy. Not into guys? Too bad, you're hot. I'd totally such your cock.

[wanderingarcherviola]

Viola: *looks at The Dash* Why is everyone suddenly so gay for Melkor? Did I miss his return or something?

[daisyblossomsub]

That's a nice way to think of it. I wish we could have opted for denial sans the cages, though. I'm not a fan of wearing these things 24/7...but that said, I'll try and take a page out of your book, Buck. This could be a lesson in patience and focus that I could apply to my submission after the month has concluded.

I kinda like Locktober. Like, it's not something I want to do all the time, but knowing there's an end date, I'm cool with some extended denial. Not like I don't enjoy focusing on my dom or domme's pleasure when my dick is free, so this just focuses me more. Plus the orgasms after we got freed last year were intense!

[monterraverde]

⬆️ The picture of sophisticated grace

[startgamc]

"I never considered myself as part of the system, but I think living in Paldea has radicalized me."

Don't get her started on those weirdos in the gold clothes that were talking about buying up land for their weird capitalist projects.

[rauferes]

in which Rook fucks Emmrich stupid

It was never possible to be sure of the time in the Light House, but at the moment it felt like the quiet, creeping hours that preceded the dawn.

"So I figure, since it turns out that her ex is a complete prick, I might as well help myself to whatever is in this closet I've been shoved into—"

Emmrich burst into laughter before Rook had even made it to the punchline. He subsided eventually into giggles, taking another sip from his wine glass.

"Oh, sure, you can laugh," Rook said with good humor. "Just because you're too dignified to end up buck ass naked in the wrong place in the wrong time for the second time that month—"

"Oh, I make no claims to dignity," Emmrich demurred. "I lose my head entirely in—meetings of a certain persuasion. Unseemly eager.”

Rook snorted into their whiskey. “Meetings of a certain persuasion. Oh yeah, I’m sure you really get wild. Positively unmanageable.”

The last is said in an imitation of Emmrich’s voice.  

Emmrich’s eyes crinkled. “There’s only room in Thedas for one Rook, my dear. Fewer closets and naked dashes across the central square and such, of course. But I lose every ounce of cleverness I possess, all the same.”

Rook took another burning sip, eying Emmrich as they try to picture it. The fumbling, eager desperation Rook had seen most often in young men was difficult to imagine—if pretty hilarious.

Emmrich seemed to follow their train of thought.

“You'd think I'd be above such things, wouldn't you? But no,” Emmrich said easily. “I’m afraid my self-control evaporates when a gorgeous person is in my lap.”

“Cheers,” Rook said, smirking.

The conversation wandered again, as such discussions were wont to do, but Rook found that stray thoughts from it lingered.

What exactly would suave, tight-laced Emmrich look like without his dignity?

Rook had, in Emmrich’s words, meddlesome curiosity the likes of which is rarely seen outside of an entire school of wisps—

So perhaps what came next was not so surprising.

And it was, in the end, Emmrich’s fault.

(Or so Rook liked to claim.)

When Rook came to check in on Emmrich a week and a half later, they found him at his desk. As Emmrich spoke, his eyes dropped: contemplating, for one long and lingering moment, the low cut of Rook’s shirt that day. And then Emmrich very carefully looked away, his tone as bright as ever.

Rook came around to Emmrich’s side of the desk and hitched a hip up against it, crossing their legs. Emmrich’s gaze flickered, but halted before his eyes landed on their destination.

Rook understood immediately: Emmrich had gotten a handle on his embarrassing little problem by making sure he didn’t get turned on by anyone.

And Rook had to wonder just how long it has been.

So they couldn’t help but flirt. Just a little.

“There’s a small university in southern Tevinter that has begun publishing the most fascinating research regarding the magic that can be accomplished with two-person mage teams. They’ve managed some truly astonishing feats out of such resonant coupling, as they call it,” Emmrich said.

“Oh, is that what they call it in Tevinter?” Rook said, teasing. “That makes the rest of us look crass by comparison.”

Emmrich’s lips curled up, quite used to Rook’s love of innuendo. “Yes, indeed. It’s such an invigorating field of study—”

Emmrich’s expression twitched at the slow widening of Rook’s grin at those words, but he managed to continue smoothly, “—enough so that I’m rather tempted to try my hand at it myself.”

Rook leaned closer, hitting Emmrich with sultry eyes. “You definitely should. I’m sure they’d make far greater strides if you provided your expertise on the matter, Emmrich.”

Emmrich froze, transfixed.

Rook placed one deliberate hand on his chest, index finger positioned just so, barely brushing the edge of Emmrich’s nipple.

Emmrich swallowed. “I, erm—I’m sure it’s—”

 He trailed off, very clearly having lost his train of thought.

“Oh, keep going,” Rook said. “All this is very interesting. Let me just make myself comfortable.”

They straddled him in one smooth move, settling back on their heels, and looked at Emmrich attentively.

He really was quite handsome. Rook didn’t bother to disguise how much they were enjoying the view.

“Oh! I see,” Emmrich said. “One of your little jokes.”

He sounded uncertain.

“Oh no, I’m quite comfortable where I am,” Rook purred. “But you’re looking rather stiff, aren’t you?”

The alarmed mortification on Emmrich’s face from the playful jab told Rook exactly how well their teasing was working.

“Here, why don’t we make you more comfortable too?” Rook said playfully, and took Emmrich’s frozen hands, settling them on Rook’s waist. “There. Much better.”

Emmrich wet his lips. His hands twitched—so clearly wanting to roam. And just as clearly, Emmrich was holding back for all he was worth.

“You were telling me about resonant coupling,” Rook prompted him with a smirk.

Emmrich, bless him, tried.

“They, erm, have been finding that it works best when one chooses complementary magical abilities,” Emmrich said. “Prior attempts assumed that all mages were created equal, but this appears not to be the case. They’ve had far more success when… when…”

Emmrich frowned, clearly straining to remember.

Rook draped their arms casually over Emmrich’s shoulders, making intense eye contact.

Emmrich swallowed. His breath was coming fast, and the reserved, uncertain cast of his body language was giving way to barely restrained, hopeful eagerness.

“Magic is powerful,” Emmrich tried. “So—two mages makes it, erm, more powerful.”

Rook was so overcome by Emmrich’s beautiful stupidity that they had to kiss him.

Emmrich moaned into Rook’s mouth and broke. His hands seized Rook’s ass immediately, squeezing enthusiastically.

It didn’t take long at all before Emmrich’s shirt was untucked, his pants yanked down, and his large, elegant hand wrapped around both their cocks. Emmrich’s eyes were fever-bright, his jaw slack as he watched. Rook was sorely tempted to kiss him again, save that it would put an end to Emmrich’s pretty, desperate little noises.

“Maker, you are a mess,” Rook said affectionately.

Emmrich shivered at the sound of Rook’s voice, glancing up at them without comprehension. His eyes caught on Rook’s mouth, wandered over their face with obvious, crude approval. It was thoroughly clear that he had no thoughts left in his head save for yes and more.

Rook, completely overheated, finally yanked their shirt off and threw it to the side.

Emmrich let out a noise low in his throat, his thrusts speeding up. Rook’s breath caught in their throat.

“That’s it,” Rook panted, curling a hand around the back of Emmrich’s neck. “Cum for me.”

Emmrich closed his eyes and came with a moan, the muscles of his lower belly rippling tantalizingly. His spend splashed over Rook’s belly, and his own fine shirt.

One final tight squeeze of Emmrich’s hand pushed Rook over the edge.

Rook relaxed with a soft sigh.

Emmrich blinked, and his eyes abruptly cleared.

“Oh dear,” Emmrich said, thoroughly embarrassed.

He looked down and took in the state of his shirt and waistcoat—coated in release from both of them.

“Oh no,” Emmrich groaned.

Rook tried to hide their amused smile. “Alright, that one’s on me. I’ll make it up to you. I know some very talented laundresses.”

“I’m sure you do,” Emmrich said dryly, running his fingers through his hair to bring it back into order.

Rook just smirked at him.

They had no trouble telling the difference between embarrassment and regret.

“Oh, is that cheating?” Rook said teasingly, tilting Emmrich’s chin up gently. They leaned in, barely an inch from Emmrich’s face. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you personally.”

Emmrich, a rueful little smile on his face, closed the distance between them and captured Rook’s mouth in a kiss.

[marciafogarty]

I totally want to flip that little skirt up and bury my face between your legs. You look like a tasty treat! ~ Buck

You're welcome to do that whenever you want. I love being eaten out! Especially by big, sexy hunks like you! @buckwildes

[hitomisuzuya]

Happy early birthday!!! I wish you the best :)<3 

This is my second request lol and I want to state again how much I LOVEEE your writing!

As for my request (smut), how abt scummy slightly whiny? scara that just loves to overstimulate himself as well as us! Whether it be with sex toys, with his tongue (piercing?) and his dick lolol. Reader has a sensitive body and often squirms around a lot and tries to stay quiet which he does not like at all so he decides to have his way with us and teach us a lesson in his college dorm where he does NOT care if anybody hears 🧍‍♀️. Feel free to add anything you’d like to this if you do end up writing it and go wild🙌

that was embarrassing to write I hope that made even an ounce of sense lol. I hope you have an amazing birthday once again and a great day/night!! 🩷

Scummy Scaramouche. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toy. Cunnilingus. Overstimulation. Creampie. A dash of Daddy kink and degradation. Scara with a tongue piercing. College AU.

Aww hunny, don't be embarrassed🥺 It was my pleasure to write this. Thank you so much🥺 Because this Scummy Scara, it's kinda gonna be filthy😳

Scaramouche's eyes were hooded into a very annoyed glare. On the one hand, being able to reduce your poor sensitive body into a squirming state stretched his ego, and made his cock pulse. But you were doing something that really annoyed him.

Pissed him off, in fact.

His head has been buried between your legs for what felt like hours now, his tongue piercing grinding and flicking on your swollen clit as he fucked a vibrator in and out of your weeping hole. He could faintly hear the cutest noises keening from you. Noises you were holding back with a hand over your mouth while you squirmed in bliss.

"Don't you dare hold your noises back," He growled, latching his lips around your clit, swirling the ball of his tongue piercing around the throbbing nub. You clamped your hand tighter on your mouth, your other hand finding the back of his head to press his mouth down onto your cunt. The delicious friction of his tongue piercing made your legs shake.

You swallowed back a whimper behind your hand as Scaramouche took the vibrator out of you. He groaned into your cunt as he reached down to rub the toy along his throbbing cock. His cheeks flushed embarrassed at the soft whine that sounded from him as his cock throbbed.

He shivered knowing the more overstimulated he was, the more cum he would pump inside of you.

He slowly drug the toy up and down his cock, his mouth sucking wetly on your clit, and his tongue lapping at your clenching hole. There was a determined look on his face, his thrusts with the vibrator reflected his determination to make you be loud. "Moan for Daddy, you know you want to," He purred, nudging the toy relentlessly into your sweet spot as he teased his tongue piercing on your clit.

"Sc-Scara, someone might-might-" Your hand reflexively tightened on your mouth to quiet your moans, your hips bucking up to grind on his tongue. "-might hear," You barely managed to finish.

Scaramouche scoffed, frustrated. You were always so stubborn in a very determined way. He would fix that. How dare you try and stay quiet in bed! Sighing he released your clit with a wet pop and sat up. Taking the vibrator out of you, he grabbed your hand and took it off your mouth.

"Come on, make noise for me. Moan for me," He hated that he sounded whiny, but he needed to hear you scream and moan for him. Even though the door of his dorm room was open a crack, he really didn't give a shit if anyone heard.

And neither would you when he got his way.

"I'm going to tie your wrists above your head so you can't cover your pretty mouth," He handed you the vibrator as he batted your legs apart. "Hold this on your clit, and rub it on my cock while I fuck you," His instructions were simple. He had to have at least one of your hands busy. He could control the other one easily.

He was going to be damned if you didn't call him Daddy while you crying that you were cumming. Let everyone hear who was fucking you this good.

Blushing shyly, you knew how lewd you were going to look. He turned up the vibrator to the highest setting, putting it on your clit before you could take it in your hand. Scaramouche smacked your other hand away as he came up to quiet your moans.

"Fuck, I need to be inside of you now," He moaned, not being to stand how hard his cock pulsed watching you rub your clit with vibrator. The fact that your hole was already clenching around nothing as he pushed his cock inside felt divine to him.

"Or maybe you prefer if I tied you up, and fucked you with the vibrator inside you too," He groaned, bottoming out a fluid snap of his hips, "You would moan for me then," He couldn't help but moan at the thought. It wouldn't take a lot of sweet talking to get you to let him do that sometime.

His hand grasped your chin roughly. "Be a good girl and let everyone know how good Daddy is fucking his slut," He couldn't get enough of the way the shy blush darkened on your cheeks.

The stimulation of the vibrator on your clit, coupled with his cock head hitting your sweet spot relentlessly made your head spin. The overwhelming ache of overstimulation was setting in, making your walls clamp tighter as whimpers and soft moans that started to rise in octave with each thrust started to escape you.

You alternated between rubbing your clit, and rubbing the parts of Scaramouche's cock that wasn't inside of you between thrusts with the vibrator. These periods of time were the only moments you got breathe and adjust to his size. He slowed down his pace to feel the vibrations on his cock, slowly fucking his cock inside of you.

The eventual overstimulation proved to be simply too much for you. It wasn't long before you started crumbling, writhing on the bed as your orgasm curled tighter and tighter in your core. "Daddy! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned loud behind a whimper.

Scaramouche let out a shaky, but victorious laugh. Finally! You were finally being loud in the way he craved. You almost dropped the vibrator from how good his cock felt stretching you apart, returning it to your clit with shaky hands.

"God you should hear what a slut you sound like," He moaned, shuddering in pleasure as he felt your pussy come undone on his cock. You couldn't control your moans, squirting from overstimulation while you shook from the intensity of your orgasm hitting you.

He rubbed and played with your clit while you while you tended to his cock with the vibrator. A few more pumps between your gummy sensitive walls emptied his cock inside of you. "Good girl. Fucking good girl," He groaned, satisfied at the state he'd reduced you to.

Pulling out of you, he scooped the cum that leaked out of your pussy onto the vibrator, and fucked it back inside of you.

[memser]

mcr blogger dash in 2025

🪳 buggerard

still so much debate about sexualizing gerards moans in Self-Flagellant but no ones talking about why in that muffled intro mikey is asked to leave the studio??

#im telling you something happened #frerard solos dni

🌫️ coquettegee Follow

yes in the new doc lindsey had any pronouns on her intro card but so did gerard. i think they just used his as a template and its some sort of error

🔁 singleangelicnote

all your posts are still using he/him for gerard and this sounds terribly gendercrit get help op

🔁 coquettegee

i see him as more of a femboy type and i have since dd, don't try to police me

🔁 kondemnedkadaver

???

#CAN WE KILL THIS GUY

🐕 omgee

ROSY HAS A SISTER!!!!!!!!

#WORLD PEACE

🎙️amptits

"november 22nd of 2024 right before the teaser dropped" uh oh guys

Anonymous asked

when will you people address the themes of necrophilia in the limited vinyl comic

🪨 fyeahfoundationsofdecay

sorry i didnt have 200 dollars and i dont care

#the larger mcr conscious has forgotten he jerked it to horror movies

🌄 infectionpiece

a bralette and the comfort flannel

#i hauve

🧘 clergy-xxx

I have some. bad news. Frank did not

yt.be/78hskUi83Hn2nb67mdns00

🤹‍♀️ cryptclown

10 MINUTE AD WALL FOR THAT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT I THOUGHT PEOPLE WERE JUST JOKING. OR INSANE

✴️ grifties Follow

selling ltd edition frank iero binder!! it still has the skeleton decals and it still glows in most low light. from the first run with that chemical they had to recall so probably don't wear it without a shirt on top or if you don't have insurance lol. 30 bucks just dm me.

🧘crypt-xxx

i respect the hustle BUT WE HAVE STOP RESELLING THE BIOHAZARD MERCH

🦕 toro-saurus

October 25th 2022

RAY😍😍😍😍 RAY TORO🤗🤗🤗🤯🤯🤯🤯RAAYYYYYY

🔁 toro-saurus

omg my old post i was so correct

#meeee when the new single dropped #how does he find the time truly

🤺 singleangelicnote

Guys since why does that new pope follow Gerard's private account on Globeus theres only like 80 people on there she HAS to know

#THE GAY POPE???

🪳 buggerard

dude i lost my implant magnet 🥲 im using my old touchscreen to post on here

#gawd im having swarm tour livestream flashbacks

🧘 clergy-xxx

I actually went to a few shows during danger days and mikey would often just turn around during the destroya incidents. theres video on youtube if you can get past the ad walls

🤹‍♀️ cryptclown

oh okay super awesome!!! so mikey leaving during antics isnt new. did frank leave too?

🪨 fyeahfoundationsofdecay

does anyone remember when the heavn photos came out. i had a job then and i saw them literally a year later

🔁 buggerard

november 22nd of 2024 right before the teaser dropped

#wild night to be online tbh

🌬️ mesmer

i got concussed what happened sunday

🔁 mesmer

THEY DID WHAT

[johnsuhsposts]

vampire!toji x fem!reader

-𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒆<3

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- pornwhatplot?

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Toji pushed you up against the bedroom wall as his dark red eyes searingly gazed into your own. A pale, veiny hand then wrapped around your neck, squeezing at your pulse point, causing you to gasp.

You shuddered relentlessly under his touch. He smiles at you with a particular grin, showcasing his pearly white fangs. You knew that look; it's the one he used when he wanted you, and only you, could satisfy his needs.

"You sure you want this?" He sounded unsure at first.. yet you tried to ignore that his body wanted you to say yes. You wanted to say yes. Your pussy suddenly started to throb at the thought of what he might have in store for you, prompting you to nod eagerly.

You then pressed your hands onto his firm built chest, his wandering hand then goes to your breasts, feeling them and groping them. You could feel your libido growing with every second; your nipples hardening as he teased them through your skimpy shirt.

You moaned lightly, biting your lip to desperately stay quiet.

Your fingers tangled into his thick black hair, gripping it slightly, causing him to hiss from the sudden pulling. Toji's hands continued to explore you; cold fingers tickling your skin. His body was so.. well put together.. so.. perfect. Almost like he isn't even human.

But of course he wasn't.

You looked him in the eyes and swore you saw them flicker with desire as he pulled you into a hungry kiss, closing the space between you both.

"I've been waiting for this all day," he growled; his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass. "I need to feel you, all of you."

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him with dashing eyes. He couldn't look away. "Then feel me."

He wasted no time reconnecting the kiss as you moaned into his mouth. Your hands got busy unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel his hot skin against yours.

He breaks the kiss again to hover over your neck, licking a clean stripe up and down your clavicle. Toji then opened his mouth, allowing his fangs to barely graze your neck which sent shivers down your spine.

"Toji please." You were begging at this point. He was teasing you.

Toji then lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, your core pressing against the hard bulge in his trousers.

He carried you through to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. The room was dimly lit, soft candlelight flickering, casting shadows on the walls. The huge bed dominated the room, piled high with cushions and soft, silky throws.

Suddenly, your pants were coming down. He then pulled your underwear off before tossing them over his shoulder and using his hands to spread your thighs apart from your knees.

He looked down at your arousal, and then back up at you.

"Pretty just like the owner." And there's that stupid grin again. The one that gets you all antsy and needy for him to touch you more and more.

You're burning up, your skin sensitive to his every touch. You could feel your desire pooling between your legs, your need for him evident as he hooked your thighs over his arms, opening you up even more to his hungry gaze.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, his voice hoarse with want. "I could look at you all day, but I want to taste you now."

He lowered his head, his tongue tracing your slit, teasing your clit, making you buck your hips, desperate for more.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through you, before he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue, driving you wild.

You cried out, your hands tangling in his hair, holding him to you as he ate you out, his fingers joining in, thrusting inside you, stretching and filling you. You were so wet, your juices coating his face, and you can hear the slick, dirty sounds of his tongue working your pussy.

Just as you were about to come, he stopped, looking up at you with a glint in his eye. "Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want to edge you, make you beg for it."

You whimpered as he moved up your body, lining his hard cock up with your soaked pussy. "Please," you find yourself begging again. "Please, I need you inside me."

Toji grinned a wicked, sexy grin. "As you wish," he said, and with that, he sunk into you, filling you up, his thickness stretching you deliciously.

He began to move, slowly at first, building a steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips, guiding him in and out. You met his thrusts, your bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room, along with your moans and gasps.

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear. "You like that, huh? You like my big dick filling that tight pussy?" he teased, nipping at your ear lobe.

"Yes!" you cried out, your head thrown back, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. "I love it, fuck me harder, please!"

Toji obliged, gripping your thighs, lifting your legs up and back, giving him even deeper access. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you yelled, your body tensing, your pussy clamping down on his cock.

"Cum for me baby."

You didn't need to hear another word as you let yourself go on his stupidly girthy cock, your body shaking and convulsing. All he could do was watch in amazement as you came undone underneath him.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, a little faster this time, setting up a more gentle rhythm, his hands roaming over your body, pinching your nipples, stroking your clit.

You whimpered, your lip quivering.

With every thrust, you could feel yourself getting close again, your body on edge, every touch electric.

His cock was filling you up so deliciously, and you cried out, overwhelmed by the fullness. "That's it, baby, cum for me," he said, his voice hoarse, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release.

You screamed as you came again, clenching and releasing around his cock, you felt your pussy throbbing, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Toji groans, completely turned on from watching you cum on his cock; his hips stuttering as he also came, his hot cum shooting deep inside you.

You both began catching your breath as he collapsed onto you, wrapping you in his arms, kissing your neck, your shoulders, and your ears. "That was incredible," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

You smiled, feeling deliciously sated, your body humming with pleasure. "Mmm, it certainly was," you agreed, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his sweating back.

"And this," he said, allowing his fangs to barely nip at your skin, as he grinded his still half-hard cock against you. "is far from over."

To be continued...

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- author's quick note (not required to read!)

back after a year?!1? more posts coming soon so please look forward to it!!

[lemotmo]

This really is so fascinating to see developing. Like the way there is just no real excitement for tonight’s episode ? Sure there are a few little blurbs of it here and there with like the sneak peak with Athena and Buck, and the Ravi stuff. But really it’s just timeline on twitter is dead. All anyone wants to talk about still is Eddie. And his lack of presence.

Like since 8B started it has been a whirlwind of excitement over every little thing posted and shown. BTS. Promo. Cast engagement. You name it and fans have been going wild. And again it’s just not there this time. Everything we get is just met with mehhhhh.

And then to quickly mention it, the outrage over having to see that man again is just at an all time high because everyone is so tired of it.

I really hope Ryan is seeing all of this and realizing just how loved he and by extension Eddie really is.

It is quite fascinating, I agree.

It's so dead on my dash and Twitter isn't any better. There is no real excitement. Everyone expects: no Eddie, T the pilot plot device, Athena the vigilante cop 🙄 and 'fake' dead Bobby.

None of it sparks any kind of excitement whatsoever. It just sounds boring. A 'been there, done that' kind of scenario. I've seen a lot of people who are planning to not watch live because of this.

But yeah, I do hope Ryan sees the outpouring of love for Eddie and how everyone is calling out to see him again and bring him back to LA. I honestly think he'll be pleasantly surprised by it.

I'm still hoping to be pleasantly surprised by the episode, but who knows at this point? 🤷‍♀️

[buckitweride]

This fandom is…whew. I stick around for the fics and gifs because no show has captivated me in recent years like this one but venturing into the tags is a cesspool of negativity. My dash is a relatively safe place but outside of that, it’s impossible to avoid some of the weird pervasive narratives in every corner of this fandom.

At this stage in the show, I definitely would prefer to see the BuckTommy relationship reach a satisfying reconciliation and grow into stability. But if for some reason this show goes on another 10 seasons (as procedurals sometimes do) and Buddie canon is legitimately on the table one day? I’m gonna be excited about that too.

It’s wild seeing bucktommy shippers act like anyone who ships Buddie is crazy for seeing their chemistry. Like… give me a break. We can love Buck with Tommy and still acknowledge that 6 seasons of history, love, trauma, and family bonding do in fact mean something. Entire fandoms have been built on less than what Buddie has established in canon.

But on the flip side, the “buddie canon season 7/8/9 TRUST” crowd is deluding themselves. And I’m not saying that to clown, because when I was binging through 8a for my first watch, I too thought it was imminently possible based on fandom noise. However, stepping back from the hype of it all, most of the “evidence” about the possibility of imminent buddie canon came from interviews and not the actual show. And it makes sense when you think about it. Of course the actors and showrunners are gonna acknowledge and even lean into buddie when it gets them engagement. The general audience doesn’t read those interviews anyway so it doesn’t matter what they say about a ship they likely don’t intend to make canon. It keeps the online community engaged with the show and that ultimately works for them.

It would be healthier for people still wholly convinced buddie is gonna be canon any minute now to accept this and take the show for what it is. There is always fanon to build off the amazing canon buddie moments we do have. There’s no need to disrespect the amazing queer rep we are getting in this show just because there aren’t any imminent buddie canon plans (and may never be).

And for those of us who love Buck and Tommy together, why are some of y’all seeking out opinions of the ride or die buddie shippers? And then getting yourselves upset over what they have to say? Who cares. Seriously. The whole point of fandom is to take moments from the source material and use it as a launching pad for fanon theories. And whether you wanna admit it or not, there’s tons of sand to play with when it comes to buddie. Of course there are also the people who’ve made it their entire personality to warp every canon moment, bts nugget, and interview as proof that buddie is going canon tomorrow. 2+2=whatever they want it to be, regardless of reality. Every fandom has those people.

By all means, call out bullying, racist, homophobic etc behavior when you see it. But seeking out their harmless theories and hopes just to clown on them makes you look mean and petty. And contributes to what makes this fandom so hard to participate in if you’re just here to have a good time and aren’t concerned with “winning” a ship war.

Similarly, dealing with the asinine “queerbaiting” complaints because a ship no one promised would be canon continues to not be canon makes it tough to enjoy fandom for those of us who are drawn to this show because of the queer rep. I’m begging this fandom to get it together. We easily have some of the best material to work with and feels like we are consistently having the Worst Time 🙃

[dirtychocolatechai]

It’d come through comms, a new bounty, with a big payout. The hail Mary your group had been looking for. So who cared that the mark was the fucking Boogeyman of the Wasteland? 

A fucking Ghoul that some of the chicken-shit members of the group told ghost stories about in the flickering glow of the lantern at night. You didn’t believe it, yeah, you’d come up against some nasty characters before in your time in the Wasteland. Hell once or twice a mark had been a Ghoul. 

But you’d taken them down with little struggle, turned in the needed proof, got paid and moved on. This would be a cakewalk, and those caps would buy you the future of luxury you were owed in this shitshow of a world. 

You’d been so fucking sure of yourself, even when he’d toyed with you all. Mocking your group, chuckling to himself with a jovial taunt, “didn’t realize they’d send such a mediocre group of hicks after little ol’ me.” 

That comment had stung, and you’d been a bit too trigger happy, you’d let him get in your head. It’d cost you everything. 

He took you all out with militant precision, the first few he’d shot in the head, grinning with wicked delight as brain matter splattered on the decrepit walls of the warehouse you’d cornered him in. 

Or break a limb with violent glee, when someone forgoed guns to close combat, he’d smashed Kade’s face in with the heel of his palm. You’d at least gotten him in the shoulder, a bit of sadistic exhilaration filled you at his pained grimace, a miniscule victory in a heaping shit-pile of loss. 

It became too much, and a once cohesive group turned tail and started to run. But you’d poked a creature that now demanded blood, in recompense for his mild annoyance. 

You tried to calm them over comms, get them to regroup, to put their faith back in you. But one by one static would greet your repeated calls for a fall in. A solid group of twenty, slowly, methodically picked off. Your heartbeat, pitter-pattering in a growing staccato of panic. 

Stumbling through the corridors, checking every channel, eyes flickering with growing unease as shadows cornered you in. Hoping, pleading, someone would answer you, instead of the grainy crackle of static. 

“Marcus, Marcus come in–” 

“I think you know by now, little lady, that the meatsack formally known as, Marcus was it? Is not gonna answer you,” like a bucket of ice water in your veins. His voice drawls over the channel. “Now why don’t you be a darling and come out, make this quick?” 

You rip the comm out of your ear with a panicked hitch of breath, crouched in a forgotten corner on the second floor. You’d hoped to make a break for it, but like a great cosmic joke. The Boogeyman’s already there. 

Blocking your only safe exit down, and it’s either get past him, or a broken leg out of the second-story window. You take your chances, firing at the Ghoul, and making a dash for it when his head jolts down to avoid the bullet. 

He laughs, easily catching you and throwing you against the wall. Knocking the wind out of your lungs, yanking the gun from your hand and tossing it to some distant part of the room you have no hope of reaching. The Ghoul moves with lazy confidence. Even as red bleeds openly from the wound in his shoulder, the only wound on him. 

“So this is the little bitch that got me?” 

He hums, pressing you into the wall with his body, you gasp attempting to wriggle away from him, but he’s trapped you against the concrete wall, and himself. His breath is vile, smelling of meat, and rot. 

The heat coming off of him is overwhelming, you thrash, shriek, buck. It’s no use, his hands grab at the grimy fabric of your shirt. Pulling you snug against him, as he hunches over you. The brim of his hat bumping your forehead, as he tilts his head with a mocking pout. 

“I think you owe me, for causing such a ruckus–” 

“Then kill me!” You bare your teeth, a feral attempt at causing him some unease. He smirks, those shadowed brown eyes shining wickedly in the dim space. Taking in your wild snarl, lingering on your lips, his tongue wetting his own. The appendage, pink and slick as it swipes along the swell of his bottom lip. From this close you understand why they call them ghouls, the way there are some…traces of humanity left in his face, but it’s hard to find it with the crater that serves for where a nose used to sit. The rough patchwork of his skin, some of it scars, but most of it looks like a piece of meat left out in the desert sun too long. It makes you grimace and wriggle away from him. 

“Oh that’d be too easy, and hearing that pretty little voice of yours over the comms, something tells me this whole operation was your stupid idea,” you jolt, pressing against the wall, like it will give, and get you some space from the creature holding you captive against himself. “After all you put a hole in me, I should only be a gentleman and return the favor–” 

You manage one last feat of stupidity, launching your head forward. Forehead crashing against his chin, he lets go, with a pained grunt, for a moment. It’s all you need to scramble out of his grasp, he recovers, slotting a foot between yours, you fall, and he’s on you. 

He takes your hands first, with painful yanks, he forces them behind your back. As your shriek, thrash, shout. But you’re weak compared to him, pathetically weak. He ties your wrists, the rope coarse and painful as it rubs exposed flesh raw. Restricting blood flow, your fingers already tingling. He grunts, settling himself between your splayed legs grasping the rope at your wrists. Keeping you against the floor. 

Hunching over your body, he huffs, now he’s pissed, you’re dead–you know you’re dead, but how he’s going to do it terrifies you. 

“Now–now you’ve gone and done something stupid girl,” he pants, gloved fingers flexing around your bonds. His chest crushing you painfully down into the floor. Every breath you heave sends a cloud of radiated dust into the air. “I was just gonna stab you, maybe shoot a leg, but now…no I see you gotta learn a real lesson about fucking with the wrong characters around here.” 

His voice drops, the raspy southern drawl morphing to a raging snarl into your ear. Your body is tired, muscles aching, your head pounding. The skin split where his teeth connected to your forehead. A warm trickle of blood trickles down the curve of your cheek. 

“Please–” before pride had stopped you from begging, but now it’s your last option and pride be damned. His head falls back with a smokey laugh, yanking your bound hands he presses the apex of your thighs against him. The laugh dies with a groan, and a new fear curls itself into your chest. 

He’s hard, beneath the grind of your ratty jeans, and his tattered pants, you feel him, solid and throbbing between your legs. Pressing against your covered cunt. 

“Begging ain’t gonna get you out of this, but it’ll certainly make it more entertaining.” 

He moves quickly, releasing you for a second, to grasp the back pockets of your pants. A quick grunt and a yank, cheap-deteriorated fabric rips, following the seam, he splits your pants at the crotch. 

“Well, look at that, going commando to a fight?” 

You hear the glee in his voice, your feet scramble for purchase, to kick out at the creature settled between your legs. But the angle’s awkward and you can’t land a hit to save your life. Only managing to tire yourself out faster. 

The coarse touch of leather splits your folds, your body jolts, freezing you in place. One hand is back around your wrists, keeping you in place. He hums appreciatively. 

“Well, I’ll give you this sweetheart, got the prettiest pussy I’ve seen in years,” as he speaks, his finger drags lazily up and down your folds. Watching as the folds part easily against the touch of his finger. A trace of slick glistens on his fingertip, not nearly enough for what he has planned but, not his problem. His finger teases lower to find your clit, he cackles as you buck in surprise. 

The touches send sparks of pleasure up your spine, warmth pools unwillingly in your stomach. He hums, impatient, as the finger leaves you. Biting your lip to stop the whine that bubbles up your throat. The pain distracts for a moment, till the hush of a zipper brings about one last attempt to get away. Your legs give another weak kick to dislodge him.

His fingers tighten around your bonds, he growls, “You’re not going anywhere, but by all means–squirm to your little heart’s content,” that’s the only warning you get, before the head of his cock aligns with you. “Feel free to scream.” 

A sudden thrust and his cock is filling you. The pain blooms beneath your skin, taking your breath for a moment, he’s too big, too thick. The stretch of him burns your unprepared cunt, the metallic taste of blood dances on your tongue. 

Distantly you realize you’ve bitten your lip, the pain does nothing to stop the ragged scream that punches out of your lungs. The Ghoul pauses for a horrid moment, head falling back as he groans. 

“Fuck, tighter then I thought you’d be,” but that’s all he says before starting a brutal pace. Using your bound wrists as an anchor he fucks into you with reckless abandon. Uncaring of your pain, he grunts with effort. Chasing his pleasure with ferocious gusto. You try to ignore the simmering warmth still in your belly, even as it grows. As the head of his cock grinds deep in your cunt, in places no one has been able to touch. The texture of his skin is strange and coarse against your gummy walls. Stroking against your cunt the roughness of his skin tinglings against nerve endings. 

You struggle, and squirm, to get away, the toes of your boots scrap and scuff against the ground. You shake your head, trying to ignore how your cunt molds easily to him, clamping around him. Accepts the abusive treatment of his shaft, the wet slaps growing louder the longer he fucks in and out of you. The heat of his cock almost too much, like it’ll burn you up from the inside out.

His breath is growled pants, his cock throbs inside of you, the sweet clench of your cunt around him, has him letting out a breathless laugh. Enjoying that every thrust forces some noise out of you, a whimper, a yelp, but he hears it, the tone changes. The subtle shift from pain to pleasure. He feels it too, you’re getting wetter with every punishing thrust, he glances down. To where his cock splits you open, the shin of your slick clear in his vision. With every seesaw motion, his cock shines with more and more slick, the way your cunt walls twitch around him. How the wet sounds of his cock splitting you open fill the empty room. The puffy redness of your pretty pussy lips as his shaft parts them again and again. 

He licks his lips, enjoying the view of your folds, stretch around his shaft, it’d been too long since he’d enjoyed a good fuck. Your pussy molds to him like a dream, makes him pant with delirious pleasure as you clench, and flutter around him. Slick gushing around him and on him with every thrust. 

It mortifies you, how eagerly your body accepts the punishment, how your clit throbs with every thrust, you yelp when he grinds just right and the teeth of his zipper scrape against the neglected little bud. Making you jolt, and your cunt flow again. 

The way your fingers, numb and turning red from lack of blood flow, flicker with movement when he presses deeper into you, how they clench when the head of his cock grinds against the ring of your cervix. He takes time to press his thrusts deeper, feeling the give of your walls as they quiver around him. 

“Well–hah–I’ll be,” he grunts as you tense and your cunt ripples around him, “damned, look at this.” His fingers dip down and swirl in the mess of slick and precum. You jolt at the rough texture of leather caressing your folds, dipping lower to stroke impatiently at your clit where most of the wetness has gathered. 

The touch of fingers disappears, and he leans over your, his too hot chest burns against your back, those fingers appear in your eyesight. You hear the grin in his voice. 

“Look at how wet the little bitch is getting for me,” he mocks, you scream, struggling again. It’s all bravado at this point, and it gives him another horrid idea, shoving his fingers into your open mouth. You gag, as they press on your tongue. The mixture salty along your tastebuds, mixing with the coppery tang of blood, but he grins sadistically feeling your cunt throb around him. 

“Be a good girl and clean those.” 

The change of position has him thrusting at a new angle, the head of his cock dragging against a place in your cunt that makes you tense. The friction becomes too much as slick pools beneath your hips, his own keep their punishing pace. The glide of his thrusts ensures he pounds deep into you, grinding and pressing himself into you. He pants into the shell of your ear, feeling the sudden spill of slick around his cock. He growls.

“Don’t think you’re gonna last much longer at this rate,” he pants, all you can manage back is a gagged moan around his invading digits. He’s right, the pleasure has outpaced the pain, your clit throbs, neglected, in time with your heartbeat. Your cunt stuffed full, leaks eagerly around his abusive pace.

Your mind is cotton-filled and delirious at this point, it’s too much, you gnaw on the glove-covered fingers in your mouth. The Ghoul doesn’t care that you’re just adding drool to the mixture on his fingers. 

No you feel too good, it’s been too fucking long and he’s going to milk this for all it’s worth. Shifting his legs he forces your right leg up, splaying you open even more. Stretching you, you moan at the sensation, which he answers with a groan. 

You’re close, and he feels it, in the throb of your cunt, clutching onto his cock like a vice. 

“Just remember darling,” he pants into the shell of your ear with a self-satisfied smirk. Giving the skin a mean nip, growling as your cunt pulses around him at the pain. “The cock that’s makin’ you cream like a bitch in heat.” 

He’s pulling himself back up, removing his fingers from your mouth, slapping his palm to the floor. You wince at the clap of it, he ups his pace, slamming into you. His cock rams into your depths with hard, wet slaps, every thrust forces a noise from your. As the position forces your cheek into the dust covered floor. 

He growls above you, the friction builds, his cock bumps painfully against your cervix as he fucks into you. Focusing on short, deliberate, grinding trusts. You gasp, as pleasure coils its horrid way through you. As slick gathers and drips with wet plops onto the floor, soaking your destroyed jeans. The grind of his zipper, catching your clit again and again, sends you over. With a sudden mind numbing pulse. You cum with a high-pitched shriek fingers twitching as you squirm beneath the onslaught of pleasure. 

Horror fills you at the splash of wetness that leaks from between your legs as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Overstimulating, frayed nerves you keen, “Stop–stop–p–please.” 

Your pleas are ignored as the Ghoul huffs above you chasing his own high, and the way his cock throbs inside of you, you know he’s close. But he makes no move to pull out, and you’re pleas’ become panicked begging. 

“Don’t–not inside–wait!” He claps his hand over your mouth, pressing deep into you, with a sudden gasp he’s filling you. The heat of his release makes you scream against his palm. He jolts a few times, grinding himself deep into your cunt groan. The twitch of his cock, the grind of his zipper against your clit. You whine, weak, and overstimulated. He pulls another small jitter of a climax from you, and has your cunt quivering weakly around him. Milking the last few dribbles of cum from him. 

He pants above you, and then he pulls out, with a wet squick of noise. You shiver as slick and cum leak from your fucked out hole. The Ghoul stands, tucking himself away with a click of his tongue. He stands over your form, you glance up at him, his leather-like lips pulled into a shit-eating grin. Mind still a muddled, fucked mess. Muscles twitch, with every movement another gush of cum drips down your pulsing clit. You hope he makes your death quick, but you should know better by now. The Wasteland is never that kind. 

“Think I’m gonna keep you a bit longer, that hole of your’s is gonna keep me satisfied for a bit longer.”

ricky! when i catch you ricky!

[mickeys-been-staying-at-ians]

im buddie>bucktommy but i do still love bucktommy and let me tell you. it is An Experience. anytime anything happens my dash is just "ugh tommy was so out of line eddie would never" post after "tommy understands what buck needs he's such an amazing partner" post and it's WILD im having the time of my life here

[jackabbot]

maybe i missed this but do you just not watch 911 at all anymore? just curious :)

hii~

no, i stopped watching like around 8x06 cuz to be entirely honest, despite everything, to me s8a was fun and even exciting to watch and as many people pointed out in my inbox at the time (lmao) i wasn't all that shaken up by that left field breakup (and i was basically right)

but i'm just fed up with circling through the exact same storylines for all the characters, sometimes not even tweaked enough to not just be a one-to-one repeat, while the characters themselves are going nowhere, the calls are not just not thematic or interesting but also mostly cringe and downright uninteresting and in some eps just simply non-existent...

the interviews are annoying and misleading either on purpose (spoilers) or by circumstance (fucking no one knows what'll happen next) and that doesn't even scrape the surface of the constant fandom drama about which fictional man should get to fuck buck or the increasingly wild conditions of filming... i mean, airing an episode that finished filming 5 days prior has got to me some kind of work condition violation... anyway

i will probably catch up sometime after the season has finished airing, because i need a break to separate the show in my mind from all of the above if i even wanna attempt to enjoy it, but until then i just live through it by the groupchat's recounts of the story and the gifs that make my dash