What do we think is worse eddie accidentally calling buck "shannon" in bed or in the middle of an argument
well I think in bed would literally never happen, like I cannot picture that in my brain. in the middle of an argument however?????? beautiful. incredible. disastrous. especially if this is happening in a scenario in which they are not actually together but they’re fighting about something domestic. and eddie slams a cabinet door and says goddammit shan– but he cuts himself off and then they’re staring at each other. and staring at each other. and eventually buck is like i need some air. and leaves the room.
[fill] hey, you wanna stay the night? (stay forever?)
Prompt:
Eddie and Shannon fuck while dirty talking to each other about Buck fucking Shannon. At some point she realizes that Eddie is also into him and starts talking about *him* and Buck. Bonus if Eddie is really surprised and squirmy about how much it gets him off. Would also not say no to an actual threesome if you're inspired.
"Touch yourself," Buck speaks softly, his hand coming up to flick Shannon's nipple. Her movement doesn't falter as she continues to work herself up and down his cock.
She does as she's told - always a good girl for him - and Buck watches with keen anticipation as her fingers circle her clit, the lightest of touches as she teases herself.
"You're close, aren't you?" She's biting her lip and her pace quickens ever so slightly. "You going to come on my cock, sweetheart?"
"Yes." It's just a whisper, breathy and full of want. He's got her exactly where he wants her.
Buck's hands land on her hips and he begins to thrust upwards, meeting her movements with a snap of his hips. "Then stop teasing, and touch yourself like you mean it."
Shannon presses down on her clit with earnest, swirling her fingers around the swollen bud, and Buck feels her clench around him. They let out twin moans, Buck collapsing back against the pillows as Shannon's head tilts back, exposing the long column of her throat, Her hair falls in cascades down her shoulders, nut brown against the cream of her skin, and Buck can't help but marvel in how beautiful she is.
He's been watching her all night, and every time her dress shifted to reveal more of her legs, her shoulders, exposing slivers of skin at a time, he was struck by her beauty, a beauty that was so raw and unapologetic. By the time they'd left the restaurant, he was half hard and aching with need for her.
Buck's hands leave her waist, tracing their way up her stomach and chest, cupping her breasts. His fingers toy with her nipples, twisting and pinching, and she groans, her pace increasing. Her fingers are a blur over her clit, touching herself exactly the way Buck had asked of her.
God, she feels so fucking good around him, her cunt hot and slick as he thrusts again and again and again, filling the room with the sound of their skin slapping and the headboard creaking. Every so often she'll throb around him, from a press of her fingers or a thrust of his cock. It's intoxicating, and he'd keep them here, in this exact moment, all day if he could.
"You close?" he manages to grunt as he pulls out almost completely, leaving nothing but the crown of his cock nestled gently between her.
"Yeah," she whispers, her eyes fluttering shut, her breath hitching in her chest. "So close, Buck. I'm-"
He thrusts into her roughly and her back arches as she cries out, her entire body stiffening before relaxing into him, trusting him to guide her across the finish line. She moans as he fucks up into her, pace rough and unforgiving, his fingers pinching at her nipples, and she lets out small whines with each thrust.
"I'm gonna - I'm gonna-"
"That's it, baby," he murmurs. "Let go for me."
Shannon comes with a whimper, her hips grinding down against him. Buck's hands leave her tits and find their place on her hips again, holding her still as he slams up into her. Her rhythmic clenching brings him right to the edge, his balls drawing up as heat builds at the base of his cock.
He comes with a loud moan, his head falling back against the headboard as his cock pulses, spilling his come deep inside her. Shannon collapses against his chest, their skin slick with sweat as their chests heave in tandem. He wraps his arms around her, one hand splaying across her back and the other resting at the base of her neck, and she hums happily, nuzzling into the hollow of his throat.
He can feel his softening cock slip out of her, his come leaking from her and onto his thigh. He should clean up, he thinks, but then Shannon presses a kiss to his throat and he can't bring himself to care.
He's happy right where he is.
Obligatory @circledwithaheart and @slightlyobsessedwitheverything tag
I wish you would write a fic for all my fandoms that you're not in 🥲 but barring that I wish you would write an enemies to lovers or fake dating fic maybe?
I wish there was a magic lasso we could use to just gather all our fandom friends in one spot! but eventually the Next Big Thing will come around and get us all, i'm sure.
Here's a fake dating fic for a fandom you don't follow (sorry! I just don't think I can get out of the firefighter headspace rn 😅)
We're pretending Shannon's alive for this, because frankly I pretend Shannon's alive all day, and I feel like it.
*
Shannon and Buck are getting smoothies after their yoga class when she spots a familiar head of five-alarm fire red hair and lululemon yoga pants.
Shannon nudges Buck’s leg with her shoe. “Isn’t that your ex?”
“Um,” Buck says, and does a really good impression of a deer in the headlights. “Yes. Yes it is.”
Buck’s ex spots them. There’s a moment where she considers, tipping her head to the side in a beautiful ripple of carefully manicured waves. Seriously, whose hair still looks that salon-perfect after a workout? She’s got razor-sharp cat-eye eyeliner on. Shannon’s suddenly very aware of her bangs sticking to her forehead and the general stink of BO wafting off both her and Buck. Buck’s ex takes a careful sip of her smoothie, then makes a decision.
“Oh my god,” Shannon says, in sick fascination. “She’s walking over here. Does she want to talk to you? After writing that book?”
They’d all read Taylor’s tell-all except for Buck, who didn’t want to know. It was mostly fine, good writing or whatever, but she described Buck as “fundamentally lonely” and “pathologically needy,” which Shannon and Eddie both hated for different reasons, described Shannon and Eddie’s carefully maintained co-parenting relationship as “a broken home,” which sucked, and also she’d called Shannon’s hair “mousy.” Her hair is not mousy!
“Please be nice,” Buck says through a smile that only barely hides his panic, “Please be nice, please be—h-hey, Taylor.”
“Hey Buck,” Taylor says. “Shannon.” A media-perfect smile transforms her face. She’s wearing lip gloss. Who works out in lip gloss? “How’s it been?”
“Good,” Buck says. “Um. R-really good. How about you?”
“Been doing really well,” Taylor says with a modest duck of her head that Shannon knows is fake, even if Buck doesn’t. “Still with Channel Eight, but I’ve got another book coming out in May.” She takes a sip of her juice, and the sunlight glints off her ring. Her big, fuckoff huge, sparkly, diamond, engagement ring. And no. No! She called Shannon’s hair mousy! She is not winning this breakup!
Shannon grabs Buck’s thigh before she has time to really think about it, high enough up on his leg that her fingers are sort of skimming under the fabric of his shorts. Buck jumps, and Shannon squeezes his thigh in what she hopes is a quelling way. “That’s so great,” she says, and leans into Buck’s side. “We loved your first book, didn’t we, honey?”
“Uh,” Buck says, and she doesn’t need to look at him to know his eyes are wide as dinner plates, and his mouth is falling open. Hopefully Taylor will just take it as Buck being awkward about seeing his ex with his new partner. That’s plausible. “Yes?”
“Oh, I’m really glad to hear,” Taylor says, eyes zeroed in on Shannon’s hand. Shannon strokes her thumb in a fake-idle way over Buck’s thigh. “You never know how people are going to react, as a journalist.”
“It was great,” Shannon says smoothly. She leans into Buck’s side. “Gave us all a couple of laughs.”
Taylor recovers with another sip of her smoothie. “So, looks like the two of you worked things out.”
“A-absolutely,” Buck says, and then very bravely puts his hand on Shannon’s waist. Shannon wants to giggle, a little bit, but she’s also like—wow. Wow, that’s a very solid hand, isn’t it? Eddie has long fingers, and so did Drew, but Buck’s hand is just very—sturdy. Blunt. Warm. She’s wearing a sports bra as a top, so he’s also touching bare skin. She worries for a second that maybe Taylor can see her nipples hardening through the bra, but then decides maybe that will help sell it.
Taylor’s eyes narrow. “How’s Eddie feel about this development?”
“Great,” Shannon says.
“Really great,” Buck says, with too much emphasis, and for some reason that does make Shannon giggle, and Taylor’s eyebrows shoot up.
“I’m happy for all three of you, then,” she says, and Shannon feels Buck’s hand tighten on her waist and his thigh clench up as he puts the implication together.
“It was nice to run into you,” Shannon says firmly, because Buck’s clearly not going to be able to keep up the performance much longer. “We have to be getting back.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, and he sounds—Shannon doesn’t know. A little dreamy. “You know, Eddie and Chris a-are waiting.”
Taylor makes her exit, off to whatever glamorous happy life gave her that diamond, and Buck and Shannon are left sitting there, at their favorite juice bar patio after their shared yoga class, and they’re not in some complicated polyamorous relationship with Buck’s best friend and Shannon’s ex-husband, they’re just friends who are touching each other’s skin.
Buck is blushing red all the way down his neck; she can see the blotchy color on his collarbone. Her ears feel hot. She clears her throat, and carefully pulls her hand off of his thigh. Buck’s hand falls away from her waist, and it leaves her feeling weird, and a little cold.
“Um,” she says, and takes a big gulp of her smoothie. “I think you won the breakup.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, staring at Shannon’s mouth around the straw. “Yeah, yeah, uh, good job, uh, thinking fast. I appreciate it. Uh. Yeah.”
“I’ll, um, see you next week,” Shannon says, because—bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. She stands up.
Buck stands up too. He gives her this dorky little wave. “See you next week,” he says, and he sounds almost normal.
Shannon goes home, and unfortunately, she thinks about it.
tagged by @trombonechurchill and @nine-one-wanton and @typicalopposite
Rules: Make a 24-hour poll listing the titles of every wip you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one - still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever wip title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.
I didn't realize I had this many WIPs this is a bit much....
Hello, beloved @diazsdimples. This was a fucking delight btw, thank you for submitting it 😏 (I’ll see myself out) Most will be under the cut because somehow it turned into nearly 1.2k. And also, y’know, smut. whoops 🤷🏻 enjoy 🫶
“Use your words, babygirl.”
Buck’s voice floats through the haze of her subspace. The deep rasp, soothing and comforting, reminding her she’s not alone. He’s not touching her now, but he’s here with her, guiding her. Taking care of her.
Feathers trail lightly over her nipples, between and around her breasts in a figure eight. They move down her sternum, past her navel, stopping at the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair before he pulls them away again.
Shannon gasps, squirming against the fur lined restraints securing her wrists and ankles. They’re the only reason she’s still upright against the St Andrew’s cross. He’s been teasing her for what feels like hours, deciding what she can have.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need words. Still green?”
“Mmhmm.” She nods vigorously. “Yeah. Need you.”
He cups her cheek, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. It’s the first time he's touched her, instead of using a toy, since he finished securing her and they began properly. She leans into the contact, greedily trying to take his thumb in her mouth, eager to remind him how good she can be.
“Go ahead, my sweet girl. You’ve been doing so well.”
The forest green silk blindfold prevents her from seeing, but she knows he’s closer than before. Close enough that she might be able to kiss his lips if she tries.
“Just this for now,” he murmurs, plunging his thumb into her mouth like he knows what she’s thinking.
Shannon sucks him in further, lapping at the skin and swirling her tongue.
“So perfect,” he coos, not a shred of condescension or degradation in his tone. It’s sincere, full of love and adoration. “And all for me.”
She whines around him, because she knows he means it. It’s not for the benefit of making her feel better. He gives her these words because they’re true and he wants her to have them.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to touch you but don’t stop what you’re doing.”
Her body zings with anticipation wondering where and how and with what. He doesn’t keep her waiting long, one finger skating over her clit before sinking into her. She lets out a throaty moan, arching her body and wishing he would have started with two.
Buck taps her lower lip, reminding her of her task.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises when she resumes.
He pulls out the tiniest bit only to thrust back in with a second finger. Shannon’s entire body feels like it’s on fire as he curls them, pressing right where she needs him. It puts her just at the edge of too much and not enough, desperate to come.
“Buck, please.” Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, trickling down her cheeks.
“Please what, sweetheart? What do you need?”
“Need you. Need you – nnngh – in me, wanna come for you.”
“Well,” he curls his fingers again, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. She cries out, squeezing around him. She’s so, so close and just needs the slightest push to go over the edge. “Do you want to keep the blindfold on or should I let you see?”
“See. Wanna see you,” she pants.
In one swift movement the blindfold is gone, tossed to the side. She blinks rapidly, acclimating to the warm, dim lighting in the room. Finally Buck comes into focus.
“There you are.” His pupils are blown wide, dark with lust, black crowding out the sparkling blue. He uses his free hand to cup the back of her head and surges forward to give her a bruising kiss. Shannon welcomes the slick, velvety slide of his tongue against hers.
She feels drunk on his touch and kisses, lost in all of this new attention he’s giving. She nearly forgets what she wanted in the first place, wishing they could stay just like this. But then he breaks away, pulling his fingers out, and all of the golden warmth filling her veins turns to icy frustration. Fresh tears come, making a damp path rolling down her skin. Her world turns blurry and she almost hates him for bringing her so close only to deny her yet again. But then the restraints loosen around her ankles, distracting her. Buck presses hot, open mouth kisses to the insides of her thighs, murmuring praise and assurance into her skin.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” His palms massage up the outsides and backs of her legs. He continues spreading kisses everywhere he can reach (except the one place she wants him) as he works his way up her body. Finally, he’s fully standing, supporting her so she can wrap her legs around his waist.
She has no idea when he got undressed. It doesn’t particularly matter when they’re finally pressed skin to skin.
“Fuck, Shannon, you’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.”
It’s all the warning she gets before he’s rocking his hips, fucking into her. It’s a full on sensory assault as he seals his mouth around one of her nipples, sucking and biting. He moves to the other, giving it the same attention. Shannon throws her head back, a guttural moan escaping. Lightning and starlight race through her, setting every nerve ending on edge.
“Ah! Buck, please. Please, please, please,” she chants over and over.
He pulls off and shifts her weight, cradling her with one arm. With the other one free now he slips a hand between them, circling her clit while he continues thrusting into her. The familiar pressure builds in her belly, and she’s too exhausted to do more than tilt her hips as his slick fingers bring her closer and closer.
“You’ve been so good for me. You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. Just remember that I’m going to keep fucking your pretty little cunt until I’m done though.”
She barely acknowledges him before her body takes his promise for the permission she needs. Shannon clenches around his cock, the world around her turning to static and white noise. Buck follows her over the edge, his body going still as he comes, spilling hot inside her.
Minutes or hours later, Shannon drifts as he undoes the last two restraints, resting her full weight on him and letting him carry her to the bed. Something of a protest tries to escape when he lays her down. But he quietly shushes her, arranging them so he can massage her shoulders, arms and wrists, working out any remaining tightness.
Buck whispers words of love and praise, pulling her against him. She nuzzles into his warmth, feeling skin hungry and craving his embrace. It’s safe here. She doesn’t have to think of anything, doesn’t have to be anything. No one needs anything from her, all she has to do is exist. She is his and he is hers.
“That’s right, baby. All yours.” She doesn’t think they can get any closer, but she tries wriggling tighter against him anyway. He drops the gentlest kiss on the crown of her hair as she gives in to sleep. Secure, loved, his.
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gonna also tag @slightlyobsessedwitheverything and @whatwouldeddiedo 😘
The game: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of your word.
I was tagged by @butterflyslinky with the word HELLO
H - Hopefully a good fuck.
E - Explained that sometimes his job required extra hours at the drop of a hat, and he'd run into the same issues with people not being understanding.
L - [Buck] laughed and settled down again, exhiliration making him brave- rather than keeping his distance he settled back fully against Tommy's chest.
L - [He] looks handsome in green brocade, his curls styled carefully, shoulders broad and strong.
O - "Oh, but I am an everything person and an everyone person, my dear knight. Malleable as the snow."
NP tagging @loucifersbitch @leashybebes @bidisasterevankinard @plotdevicetommy and anyone else who wants to hop in with the word ANGER
It would be sosososooo excellent to have Shannon in that position though... idealised into high heavens by Eddie who cannot face her actual way more complicated feelings and demonised into the pits of hell by Buck who also cannot face her actual real feelings about anything. The dehumanisation of Shannon in 2 acts, if you will. I guess act 3 would be her self-actualization 🤔
beautiful yes. HOWEVER I think aliveshannon is not fully put on an idealized pedestal by eddie in the same way he does to her after she dies. I think aliveshannon is viewed much more realistically by eddie who has some lingering guilt and a lot of lingering anger. and of course there is the mutual hostility toward each other that they sort of try to put aside for Chris’s sake. like I think they are a very extremely average divorced couple once the drama has blown over.
buck and shannon on the other hand are locked in a mutual fight to the death. buck has way too many abandonment issues to give her the benefit of the doubt but also knows she has a genuine claim on the parts of his life that are most important to him and so hates her for that too. meanwhile shannon hates that she got replaced even though she was the one who asked for a divorce. and hates that eddie treats buck the way she wishes he would have treated her and resents them both for that (“you can do it for your friend, but you couldn’t do it for your wife?”) and also I think after years of silently tormenting each other she at some point does realize that buck is in love with eddie and gets some amount of satisfaction out of referring to him as “Eddie’s Friend” in a sixth dimensional psychological warfare type way
