tbh i think a lot of the people saying "well both sides are wrong"/"bt stans are just as toxic" are just not exposed to other perspectives in this fandom. as a buddie fan who's been watching this show since s1, i can safely say that buddie fans have always been toxic. like as fact. to me, to say that bucktommy fans are just as harmful or just as annoying or just as bad as buddies consistently are is just. delusional. indicative of at worst a biased opinion and at best an uninformed one. buddie has been here since s2 and fans have ruthless ever since. bucktommy has been here for 3/4 of a season and for the most part, stay in their lane. i'm sure there are bucktommy fans who suck, like that's just being on the internet, but you have to be blind to ignore how insane buddie fans are and genuinely how much worse they are in comparison.
i don't want to generalize and i think constantly adding that disclaimer is annoying as hell bc obviously i'm not talking about everyone but because buddie has been here for so long and taken up so much mental space of very die-hard, passionate fans, you're going to see much more intensity on that side. after season 5, i had to step away from the fandom and the show because of how frustrating it got. it was annoying to see people swear up and down buddie will be canon by the end of s3-no wait s4-no wait s5-no wait- and ultimately it sucked my enjoyment out of a show i otherwise enjoyed because i got swept up in the Buddie Of It All and forget about why i watch the show to begin with. we've been left to stew in our theories and now we can't tell what canon and what's fanon anymore, and when the show reminds us, the disappointment and frustration kills our hopes.
i was also active in the dan and phil fandom and supernatural fandom, like ik why people think we're annoying and it's because we are. we make everything about the one thing we like, we comment on every post begging for it to become canon, we're violently disappointed when the show doesn't play into our fan theories because we've convinced ourselves buddie is going to happen by the end of the next episode or actually the end of this season or actually maybe the end of the next season. we've torn a part every female love interest, either making them boring or making them unlikeable in our fanon. all that to say is that when people call us annoying, they're telling the truth and when bucktommy fans say buddie fans are toxic, they're coming from a sincere place. i mean we can't even enjoy our own ship because we're so quick to get our hopes up and be let down about something as stupid it becoming canon. who cares if it becomes canon, just like it to like it.
and it makes sense why there's perceived "toxicity" on the bucktommy side. our energy is being matched; the obsession, the passion, the surge in fandom. if you don't like it or even just find it annoying, i suggest you guys look back on your own posts and comments and behaviors towards other people in the fandom and other characters and unbiasedly compare it to the Toxic Bucktommy Shippers you're claiming you hate. if bucktommy fans are obsessive, it's because we've set the stage for that. if bucktommy fans are getting aggro and defensive, it's because buddie fans have been on the opposition and don't know how to turn it off. we've gone from underdog to bully somewhere in the last 6 seasons.
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The long awaited Ace x Survivor!Reader pussy eating scene
contains: cunilingus (obviously), grinding, consent negotiation
"No! I- I don't… Not yet. I'm… it's…"
"It's okay. We can wait as long as you need. Take it nice and slow." Ace says gently, rubbing your arms comfortingly.
"Okay. Slow. I like slow." You say as your breathing calms. You are struck with immense gratitude for Ace, his gentleness, his patience, his care for you. It makes his terrible table manners and habit of falling asleep on top of you and trapping you completely irrelevant.
"I'm cold," you say looking up at him with big eyes that you know turn him to mush.
"I can help with cold," he says, eyes crinkling as he grins and pulls you onto his lap.
Your naked chest pushes against his, breasts squishing and making Ace's grin widen. You know he's a sucker for your tits, and you don't mind considering how good he makes you feel when spends an evening sucking and biting and kissing and kneading them.
With his arms wrapped around you and your bare skin pressed together it's not long before the heat of Ace's body is raising your own temperature enough to make you squirm. He starts pressing hotter kisses to your neck and face, making your hands clutch uselessly at his back to try and anchor you. Your squirming has begun to grind the thin fabric barrier of your underwear against his bare cock, which has been hanging out from his shorts.
Your reedy mewl of "Aaace" makes him pull back a little and press your foreheads together for a little breathing room.
"You've gotten so much more talkative. You used to be quiet as a mouse when we first started doing this kind of thing," he remarks, smirking.
"Your fault," you retort as you look away and scowl, making Ace laugh.
"It better be," he says. "Anyway, if you're still not ready to go all the way, what do you want to do instead?"
"Uhh" you answer, having not given much thought to possibilities beyond the hands and thighs you've already tried, and the dread that the thought of a dick inside you and a man over you inspires.
"Cause I was wondering if you'd let me eat you out. I'm really good at it," Ace says eagerly.
"Huh?" you respond eloquently.
"Y'know. Let me go down on you, suck you off, stick my tongue in you, make you cream all over my face." Ace lists nonchalantly.
"Oh G.d," you say faintly
"...Is that a good "oh G.d" or a bad one?" He asks after you fail to say any more.
"I… Good. I think," you say absently, still overcome with the idea of Ace's mouth on you there. You've felt its hot and wet pressure on your own mouth, your skin and neck and breasts. It seems stupid to have not realized the possibilities of a mouth for yourself after how much dick you'd been forced to suck. But you'd never considered the idea until just now. "Oh god…"
"Okay, so is that a yes?" Ace checks as he hooks fingers into the waistband of your damp panties.
"Yes. I want you to eat me out," you tell him. He grins and shifts you up the bed so he can stick his face between your thighs and pull your underwear down.
It’s a weird feeling, anticipation swirling in your gut at the pleasure you know Ace can give you but it mixes with some of the same fear from that hellish ship you can’t seem to get rid of. It makes your heart pound.
Ace doesn’t bother to start slow, tearing off your underwear with the same enthusiasm he rips the wrappers off candy bars. Unlike with food, he takes a moment before diving in to just look. It makes you squirmy and embarrassed but also hot and eager.
After looking his fill Ace doesn’t bother with any more niceties, he just presses his whole face between your thighs to wrap his mouth over your pussy. His hands worm their way under your ass to pull you closer into his face.
He eats you like you're a ripe peach, mouth opening and closing sucking you in the whole time. Every motion long and slow.
Everything is hot and wet and so so much as it threatens to burn you up while his big hands dig into the soft give of your cheeks.
His tongue comes out to scoop the slick leaking from your cunt into his mouth. The soft wet smacks are the filthiest thing you've ever heard.
It returns to dip into your hole and dig out more of the fluid. You realize you've been making pitchy little ah-ah-ah whines and digging your fingers into the blankets like you'll fall off
Your legs are hooked over Ace's shoulders, your heels digging into his back. There's a wet pop as he pulls off you and asks "Good?"
He knows damn well it's good as you lie there gasping like a fish, and you can tell by the roguish grin as he asks. His hair is a mess and his entire chin is glossy with spit and your fluid.
"I-- hah- ah- Please!" You stutter out
He grins wider and returns to your cunt. This time he gets more precise, licking up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking like it's a hard candy. You writhe under him, left untethered as your orgasm sweeps over you and you can’t think.
He keeps sucking through your spasms as your heels kick and your thighs shake around him, slowly weaning off the pressure as you come down. You squirm and he shifts to gentle licks, cleaning the slick you’ve dripped.
Looking down at him between your legs you’re swept with overwhelming love for him. Who else would treat you so kindly, hold you so tenderly, make you feel so good?
He looks good like this, too. His hat is on the nightstand leaving his glossy black hair free for you to run your fingers through, his eyes dark and lidded full of desire, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks peeking out above your mound. You cradle his temple and pull him up towards you.
He goes reluctantly. He would be happy to spend the night down between your thighs patiently working you to orgasm over and over again until the pleasure washes your mind free of all of the terrible touches you endured on that ship and all you can think about is you and him and feeling good. Maybe another time.
“Good?” He asks again, voice soft and tender.
“Very, very good.” you tell him as you swipe a thumb over his angular cheekbone.
“Good,” he says and tucks himself in beside you on the bed
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