#sugar daddy!shane

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[o0anapher0o]

New fic. Inspired by @meraki-yao 's crossover idea of Nick’s and Taylor's characters.

New Information

o0Anapher0o

Rating: T

Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Prince Robert (Cinderella 2021), Shane (Minx), Johnny Blackwell (High Strung), Marco Peña (The Kissing Booth), George Villiers 1st Duke of Buckingham, James VI and I of Scotland and England, Nora Holleran, June Claremont-Diaz, Percy "Pez" Okonjo

Additional Tags: Multiple Crossovers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Crack-ish, Humor, scratches the forth wall sometimes, queer awakenings, Texting, Getting Together, Pining, Feelings Realization, Shane is hot and everybody knows it, eventually

Summary:

Living in Brooklyn is expensive. Which becomes a whole new level of problem if one of your room mates decides to up and leave, months before your lease is up. So when George announces he’s moving to Manhattan with his new sugar daddy, Henry and Robert have to scramble to find someone to take over his place. Cue creepy guys off craigslist, pining best friends, hot fire fighters causing sexuality crises wherever they go and arguments about furniture.

Chapter 1/8

[i-like-books-and-women]

Guys I have been fucking obsessed with stardew valley the past couple of days (like I got it four days ago and I'm at like 30+ hours and I'm almost done with year one obsessed) so here is how I think the boys playing stardew would go:

Ruben found it first and was obsessed cause silly farm game and yaps about it enough that the others decide to try it.

Angel and Zach are (rightfully) offended and upset that you can't marry Robin cause she's unfortunately married with two kids. ("Bro they first thing they do is give you the hottest milf in the game and you can't fucking marry her???")

Angel is offended that he can't be a homewrecker and date any of the moms. (He finds out about the mods that make them dateable and downloads them instantly)

Ruben marries either Alex, Leah, Elliot Harvey, Emily ("literally why-" -Zach probably) or Sebastian ("what's with you and emo boys" -angel probably). He also gets to 8 hearts with Shane asap for purposes of blue chickens and he names all his animals unhinged shit (ie: slut the chicken, beef the cow, and dinner the pig). Goes in big on jam and wine.

Angel marries either Haley, Sam, Leah ("That's just diet Robin-" -Jon probably), Sebastian, or just decides that "I wanna be a godless whore" and dates everyone while avoiding the saloon/Emily and Haley's house cut scene like the plague. He's surprisingly thorough with farming and is constantly making bank. He's absolute trash at fishing and does not get how to not suck at it.

Zach marries either Abby, Leah (also for the reasons of basically Robin), Sam, Haley ("she was mean to me and I was kinda into it" -Zach probably), Harvey, or Alex. Sometimes also participates in being a "godless whore" when he feels like it. He's constantly broke ("literally how?" "Look all my money goes into crops and pimping the hoes" "you can give the hoes free shit from the ground dude-" "look man I was given 'make everyone like me' simulator. I'm gonna be sugar daddying the fuck out of this town."). He doesn't upgrade anything and barely gets a Coop and silo built before winter year one but he's got halfway through almost everyone's hearts by that time. Names the farm cat something funny like Concrete, Cheese Ball, Sparkles Emoji, or Keith.

Jon marries Emily, Harvey, Maru, Elliot, Abby, or Penny. He finds such joy in torturing Lewis by waving his shorts around at any chance he gets. ("Idk man there's something so fucking funny about it"). Bro is clint's number 1 hater and Willy's number 1 stan. He completes the community center in year one purely for the sake of the junimos and fills his farm up with animals as soon as humanly possible. When he gets the farm cat he names it some regal sounding name like William, Kathrine, Elizabeth, or Charles. He's cracked at fishing and does great in the mines and takes full advantage of how you dont lose your stuff when you pass out.

[lilmoonbunny]

Resident Evil:

Albert Wesker:

Co-workers to Lovers (Headcanons) [AO3]

Wesker with a uni student s/o

Never knew I needed you so bad (NSFW)

Chris Redfield:

Dating headcanons + NSFW

Chris with teen!daughter

Sugar Daddy AU

Stardew Valley:

Harvey:

Stalked!Reader (Headcanons) [A03]

Shane:

How you started dating Shane

Call Of Duty:

John Price:

Fake Dating AU

Philip Graves:

Take me Back

BBC Sherlock:

Multiple Characters:

First kisses

Mycroft Holmes:

Denial [AO3]

First Love [AO3]: [1]

Balls and Questions

Valorant:

Yoru:

Enemies-to-lovers

Alan Wake:

Alex Casey:

Just Alex

Skyrim:

Brynjolf:

Betrayal

House of Wax:

Bo Sinclair:

Crush

[shyanshippingsociety]

Hey. I’m looking for a fic that I’m pretty sure is a College AU. If I remember the description correctly, Ryan is a student trying to pay his bills by getting a sugar daddy who turns out to be shane. Any clues as to where it is?

hello anon! we think it's this one!

we found each other hungry by abovetheruins | E, 9k, Complete

He’d laughed with the rest of his friends when they’d seen the billboard advertising the site. They’d all been a little buzzed and high on the adrenaline of another successful semester under their belts, but he’d woken up the next morning with the site’s name poking at his subconscious, and by the end of the day he had created an account and set up a profile. It wasn’t that he was struggling, per se, but tuition was fucking expensive and he didn’t want his parents to pay for a dime, so he’d buckled down and juggled classes and two part-time jobs to pay for it all, until he’d gotten so used to nights of little to no sleep that the bags beneath his eyes were deep enough to drown in and he was spending most of his waking hours fueled by caffeine and adrenaline and little else. If he had a chance to get compensated for nothing more strenuous than spending some time with a lonely old dude, well, what kind of idiot would he be to pass that up?

[emerald-chaos]

Please cym as pedro pascal characters you like

Ooooo this is fun, okay. My issue is I like almost all of them soooooo I’ll pick a couple!

@animehearteyes as Joel Miller bc she’s grumpy as hell

@demeteria as Oberyn Martell bc she’s twin basically

@vibraniumcollar as Shane ‘Dio’ Morissey bc she’s my goth girlfriend

@borikenlove as Javier Peña bc she’s a slut

@inklore as Javi Gutierrez bc she is precious as hell

@sexyspector as Dieter Bravo bc she is equally as unhinged

@jobean12-blog as Din Djarin bc she’s my daddy

@bitchassbucky as Marcus Moreno bc she is goofy

@navybrat817 as Frankie Morales bc she is dependable (and I’m sure she could fly over the fuckin’ Andes)

@flordeamatista as Marcus Pike bc I get the same “innocent on the street and a freak in the sheets” vibes from them both 😂

@frannyzooey as Ezra bc she’s written the most incredible Ezra fic known to man, obviously

@sgt-seabass as Whiskey bc she makes me wanna scream her name as loud as I want to, Sugar

[gloombeauty]

it seems that rumors are that Evan is dating the actress from "The White Lotus" Haley lu Richardson. they were seen together at the SAG after parties arriving together at the chateau marmont and eating lunch at Lily's. he has a type. she looks like his south african ex-girlfriend shana mans. Lana del Rey is single and I was hoping these two got together. at least frances can stop pretending they are together. the jig is up.

see how much she looks like shane

the day this new broke frances posted these. i guess she's back in that buisness.

1- I hope Evan can get his dick wet without his psychotic online stans ruining it for him. Notice I said stans - not fans. Ya'll know how fucked up and toxic Evan stans are.

2 - I never heard of this actress before and I never watched that show. I heard of White Lotus but never actually sat down to watch it. Not my kind of thing to watch.

3- Doing a quick "Haley lu Richardson" google search, there seems to be nothing there. Meaning, no porn, no excorting, no OnlyFans and no Sugar Daddy on the side. Just a harmless legit actress. Good. I agree that she kind of looks like his ex Shana.

4 - If this does get serious, I hope this girl doesn't sell him out like every single one of his ex's have. No pics of his feet or hands or whatever body part of his posted on IG. He hates that. I don't know how fucking hard is that to do?

5 - "i guess she's back in buisness" - who said she ever left that buisness to begin with? It's the only thing she's good at and the only job she's never been fired from.

6- Evan has a type. Skinny, slender and thin. Lana is fat. Evan isn't going anywhere near a fat girl - not even if she's Lana Del Rey. Now, if we're talking about Lana from back in 2012, that's a different sory.

Anyway, I hope he has a good time with this Haley person if these rumors are true. Time will tell.

Edit: @lebellabluefemme sent me this link from TikTok:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRW7gNWR/

[tb-gerschutz]

Chapter Three

Word Count: 3,770

Trigger Warning(s): cursing, yelling (including possible verbal aggression), anxiety/nervousness, etc.

Summary: Veronica takes Whiskey home for Thanksgiving to meet the family for the first time...

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Not too long after, Whiskey and I found ourselves driving past the “Welcome to Chattanooga” sign, which meant that the old and fond memories I had of this town started to come flooding back to me. The good, the bad…they all, once again, resonated in my mind with more authority than I could imagine. Despite everything I tried to do, they wouldn’t stay out of my mind. But I had Whiskey, so…these memories seemed insignificant compared to him.

“Just a bit more to go, Whiskey,” I said, pointing to the road where my house was, “and we should be there shortly.”

I could tell that he was getting more nervous the closer we got to my childhood home. I completely understood that. The fact that he’d never met my parents before. He was nervous about the fact that they wouldn’t approve of him. 

It didn’t get much better once we pulled into the driveway, as his heart was racing a thousand miles a minute. Beads of sweat were forming rapidly along his brow. Yeah. He’s definitely nervous as hell, I thought to myself. What can I do to help him be less nervous?

“You okay?” I asked after he put the truck in park. 

He sighed, coming over to the passenger side of the truck to open the door for me. “Not really, sugar,” he said with anxiety lingering in his voice. “Just nervous as hell, you know?”

“You have nothing to be nervous about, baby,” I reassured him, grabbing his hand as he helped me out. “Just be your normal, gentleman self, and there’s no doubt that they’ll quickly warm up to you. Hell, my momma might just shower you with questions, hugs, and a shitload of food. She’ll almost definitely think of you as another son.”

“What about your dad?” he questioned. 

I inhaled sharply as I tried to formulate my next words. “My daddy might be a little more hesitant, since I’m the oldest daughter. But I’m sure he’ll love you after a little convincing.”

As we walked up the pathway up to the front door, he and I grasped each other’s hands, holding them as tight as we could. It was the least I could do for Whiskey, who was trembling in his boots more than ever. 

My poor baby.

“Don’t worry, babe. They’re gonna love you,” I said to Whiskey, pressing down on the doorbell until it rang. 

It took a couple minutes, but finally, the door gently swung open. And who did I see across the threshold? My littlest brother Shane. 

“Hi, bud!” I exclaimed. 

His face lit up as if it was Christmas all over again, as he ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug. 

“Rocky! You’re here,” he said. “I haven’t seen you in—in a—while.”

I laughed. “Well, bud, I got tied up at work. But I’m here now!”

My little brother dashed off inside the house to notify my mother of my arrival. I guess he was too excited to wait, as he dashed off before Whiskey and I could even enter the home. We walked cautiously into the home, taking in the new smells and sounds that arose during this time of year. 

It was always wild on the holidays, considering all the people that were there. Parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents…a shitload of them always make the trek in order to celebrate with the rest of their family. And if you couldn’t tell already…I have a pretty big family. A big, wild, rambunctious family. 

Soon after that, my mother walked into the hallway, her warm smile spreading across my face as soon as she locked eyes with me. I was surprised that she still remembered my face. After all, I hadn’t seen her in about a year. 

“Veronica!” she exclaimed, embracing me tightly. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to see you too, Ma,” I answered. 

She glanced over to Whiskey, who returned the favor with a warm smirk. “I see you brought a guest,” my mother pointed out.

Whiskey and I shared a happy glance with one another before returning our sights back to my momma. 

“I sure did,” I confirmed. “Momma, this is Jack. He prefers it if you call him Whiskey. And he’s…my boyfriend. Whiskey, this is my momma Theresa.”

My mother smiled as she extended her hand out to him. “Hi, Whiskey,” she said kindly. “Pleased to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, ma’am,” he said charmingly. 

My momma’s eyes widened with shock, her pleasant and impressive smirk spreading across her face. “Ma’am? Mm…I like him already!”

She paused for a second. “Most of the boys—and Natalie—are in the living room watching football. Your aunts, grandmothers, and I are in the kitchen cookin’ up some delicious food. And your younger cousins and siblings are God knows where. But please, y’all, make yourselves at home.”

As she dashed back to the kitchen, I turned to Whiskey, who seemed to become more comfortable in this environment the more we were there. 

“Wanna see how fast I could get my daddy out here to the hall?” I asked Whiskey, with a mischievous grin on my face. 

One of Whiskey’s eyebrows hooked upward, and so did one of the corners of his mouth. “What’s your previous record?”

“Four-point-six seconds,” I said, preparing my stopwatch. “Watch this.”

I inhaled sharply before saying these next words. “Hey, Dad! I brought home a boy!”

Like a flash, my father appeared in the hallway, facing me and Whiskey. It only took him four-point-one seconds to get here. A new record. 

“Hi, Daddy!” I said. “I got someone for you to meet.”

He glanced over to Whiskey, then kept his eyes locked onto him. “Yeah. I can tell,” he said. 

“Dad, this is Jack. He’s my boyfriend,” I said. “Whiskey, this is my father, Kasen.”

My father extended his hand out to Whiskey, who took it and shook it firmly. For a moment, the two seemed to immediately respect each other. But then again…it takes a while to earn my father’s respect. 

“Nice to meet you,” my father said with the calmest poise. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Whiskey answered. “Rocky’s told me a lot about you. Especially all the life lessons you’d teach her and her siblings.”

My father smiled after hearing that. “Oh, she told you about that! Yeah, Rocky tends to follow my advice a lot more religiously compared to her siblings.”

“And look where I am now, Dad,” I added. “I have a stable job that I love. I’ve got a lovin’ boyfriend right here…Life is too damn perfect right now.”

“It sure seems like it,” my father agreed, briefly pausing before speaking again. “Hey, Whiskey. You like football?”

Whiskey clicked his tongue a couple times before speaking again. “I ain’t too familiar with it. But according to Rocky, I should catch on pretty quickly.”

“Oh yeah,” my father said. “As long as you’re with my daughter, you’ll get a good taste of football. Come on into the living room when you want. Lions are playin’ the Packers. Biggest game of the holidays.”

As my father disappeared back into the living room, Whiskey and I stood briefly in the hallway. “I take it your family is big into football?” Whiskey asked in a hushed voice. 

I nodded. “Oh yeah! Especially around the holidays. It gets crazy here quite often. But don’t worry, Whiskey. You’ll get used to it.”

Hand-in-hand, we sauntered into the living room, seeing a bunch of my family members cheering loudly at an obnoxiously loud level. My father, uncles, grandfathers, my older brother Andrew, and his wife Natalie…they were all there watching the game. 

For a while, Whiskey and I stood in the doorway, watching the game from afar until somebody in the room noticed us. With his arm wrapped around my waist, Whiskey seemed very interested in watching the game. More interested than I thought he’d be. Maybe it was because it was the only thing on. Maybe it was because he wanted to make a good first impression on my family, and he was watching it to understand the sport more.

“So who are we cheering for?” Whiskey asked as he whispered in my ear. 

“The Packers,” I answered, “because the Lions lose almost every Thanksgiving game they have. Except if they’re playing the Bears. Then, the Lions have more of a chance to win.”

“Hmm,” Whiskey responded. “So we cheer for…Aaron Rodgers? I think that’s his name.”

I nodded. “Yep. We cheer for him because he’s a good quarterback, and he doesn’t play for the Lions. It also helps the fact that my father and uncles all do fantasy football, so they have to keep an eye on the good players and pray to God that they have a good game.”

“What’s the prize at the end?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Bragging rights. The right to lord it over everyone else, I guess.”

Just then, my older brother Andrew, who had his eyes previously glued to the television, noticed me and Whiskey. At first, he was shocked to see me, having not seen me in over a year. Not since his wedding to Natalie. 

“About time you came home!” he exclaimed as he and I entered into a tight embrace. 

I shrugged. “Well, you can’t exactly do that when you’re tied up with top-secret work. It’s kinda against the law to reveal that short of info to the general public.”

“I see,” Andrew said, glancing over to Whiskey. “So that’s why Dad dashed so quickly into the hall.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I brought a boy,” I confirmed. “This is Jack, but he prefers it if you call him Whiskey. Whiskey, this is my older brother Andrew, and over there is his wife Natalie.”

The two shook hands briefly but firmly, as they seemed to respect one another in mutuality. 

“Nice to meet you,” Andrew said in a rather pleasant tone.

“Nice to meet you, Andrew,” Whiskey responded. “Rocky’s told me a lot about you.”

He nodded. “The good or the bad?” Andrew asked in a joking manner.

Whiskey shrugged after he let that question marinade for a few seconds. “Little bit of both, but she always talked about you in positive fashion if it means anything.”

“Yeah. Rocky tends to do that a lot. I mean, she and I joke around a lot. Even back in the day, Devin didn’t hesitate to jump in on the action. But we all loved each other. We were especially close. That’s why when Devin died, a part of me died as well…and I’m sure that a part of Rocky died along with Devin. Those two were inseparable.”

“We sure were,” I added. 

Eventually, I introduced Whiskey to everyone else in the room. My grandfathers Jamison and Micah, and my uncles Derrick, Anthony, Kingston, Nathan, Jason, Ashton and Josh. Although my father had a lot of brothers, he did have a couple younger sisters—Kirsten and Madison, also known as “Madi”. It was a big family…and it got even bigger once they married and started to have children. 

“And everyone, this is my boyfriend Whiskey. If you could, I’d like y’all to make him feel welcome. Don’t scare him off just yet,” I said. 

“Trust me, sugar. I don’t get scared off that easily,” he added. 

“Well, come on in, you two. I’m sure that we won’t mind making room,” my father chimed in, directing it toward his younger brother Jason. 

Within a few seconds, Jason got up out of the armchair and joined his brothers and father on the couch. To this moment, I’m not sure how all of them managed to fit on there. And even though the only spot open was only an armchair, I knew that I could make this situation work. 

“We can make more room if you need,” my father said. 

“No, no. It’s okay,” I replied. “I’ll make it work.”

And how did I make it work? Well, I allowed Whiskey to sit in the armchair, while I sat proudly on his lap. Of course, Whiskey took this improvisation of mine in stride, being exceptionally happy by the fact that I was sitting on his lap. I hadn’t done so in a hot minute. 

“You sure you’re okay with Rocky sittin’ on your lap?” my uncle Anthony asked.

Whiskey nodded. “Mm hmm. I don’t mind. I actually prefer it if she sits here. Are you okay with it, Rocky?”

I nodded. “Yep. I’m more than okay with it.”

Whiskey chuckled as he kept one of his hands firmly on my knee. He took it as a sign of protecting me. Marking his property, if that’s what you want to call it. He wanted to make it very clear to those in the room that I was his girlfriend…and no one—absolutely no one—was going to convince him otherwise. 

Once a play was over and the Lions were hustling back to the line of scrimmage, I noticed something that was so obviously missed by the officials. 

“Where the fuck is the flag?” I shouted. “That should’ve been pass interference!”

My father and uncles glanced over to me, their eyes widened with shock. Andrew and Natalie, however, were completely unphased because they’ve known me a long time to know that I’m prone to do that. Whiskey was also unphased, having already understood that I’m quite crazy and explosive.

“Did you already find out how crazy she can get?” my father jokingly asked Whiskey. 

He nodded up and down rather slowly. “Oh yeah. She already told me about how she’s the ‘queen of crazy’ and how no one is crazier than her.”

Everyone in the room had a good laugh at that because they all knew that I was crazy. Or as Whiskey put it…unhinged. Of course, I didn’t mind that Whiskey called me that. It actually was a perfect description of me and my personality. 

“She is pretty crazy. I mean, look at all the shit she and Devin did,” Andrew chimed in, directing his words over to me. “Remember when y’all went to that harvest festival and did that corn maze?”

“Yeah, and you had to trek through the corn to come find us?” I added. “Yeah. Of course I remember that. That’s when you said that next time we go in there, you’re gonna tie balloons to our asses.”

Andrew chuckled so loudly that we could barely hear the television. He laughed so loudly that my father had to turn the volume up. Generally, whenever my father turned the volume up on the television, it was our first indicator to shut up. 

“Shut the hell up! I’m tryin’ to listen to the television,” my father would yell in case we kept talking loudly. 

All of us watched as the referee came onto the television, reviewing a challenge that was made by the Packers. Apparently, one of Detroit’s receivers thought they caught the ball, but in actuality…it didn’t look like it. He never had full control of the ball, and it slipped out of his arms after he hit the ground. 

Obviously, the Packers won that challenge. 

“After review,” the referee said, “the receiver did not have full control of the ball upon impact with the ground. Therefore, the call is overturned. Please reset the game clock to two minutes and thirty-two seconds.”

Everyone in the room cheered along with the Green Bay crowd, as the game continued without hindrance. But our enjoyable watching of the game was interrupted briefly when my mother came into the room.

“Hey, y’all. We’ll be ready to eat in about forty-five minutes. Maybe an hour,” my mother said, “but there is some food out to munch on ‘til the turkey is ready. Oh, and Rocky, I got a big ass shrimp ring in here for you. You better get it before your grandparents start on it.”

I craned my head back so I could at least have a full sight of my mother. “Thank you, momma,” I said, still remaining firmly on Whiskey’s lap. 

Whiskey and I continued to watch the game for a few more minutes, our eyes completely fixated on the screen ahead of us. We didn’t really talk much, except for the usual question-and-answer to help Whiskey understand the game of football more. But being close to him and just enjoying each other’s company is all I could ask for. Being with him is all that matters to me. 

“Sugar, can you get up for a second? I’d like to talk to your brother in a more private area,” Whiskey said.

Immediately, I got up. “Oh, yeah. For sure. I’ll just be in the kitchen snatching up that shrimp ring.”

He smiled, his dimples perfectly prominent on his cheeks. “Okay, but don’t eat it all. First of all, I don’t want ya getting sick. And two, save me some, why don’t ya?”

“Of course I will,” I said, making my way toward the kitchen. 

It got me wondering what Whiskey was talking to Andrew about. Why was he talking to my older brother? Out of all people, why him? It doesn’t matter now. Right now, I had all my focus on that shrimp ring. If I didn’t get it before my grandparents did, then I was fucked. Fucked and probably on a one-way trip to Hangry Town. 

Then, Whiskey probably won’t be able to handle me if that happens. 

“So, Rocky, who’s that boy you brought with ya?” my aunt Emilia asked. 

I cracked open the lid to the shrimp ring just as I was about to talk. “That’s Whiskey. His real name is Jack, but he prefers it if you call him Whiskey. He and I actually work together.”

“And now you call him your boyfriend?” she asked.

I nodded. “Mm hmm.”

Eventually, I felt two giant arms wrap around my waist. My paranoid ass thought that someone was trying to kidnap me…but I was wrong. It was just Whiskey being the romantic boyfriend that he is. 

“Jesus Christ! You scared me!” I exclaimed, regaining the breath I lost. 

“Well, if I didn’t, then it’d be less of a surprise,” he replied coolly. “Gotta scare ya once in a while.”

He and I carried on by chowing down on the shrimp ring in front of us, while my aunts, grandmothers, and mother stood firm in their places gawking at us from afar. But it was a good kind of gawking. They were happy with the fact that I was happy. That Whiskey and I were happy together.

“Don’t eat too much, you two. Y’all are gonna get iodine poisoning,” my mother said, “and I ain’t in the mood to drive any one of y’all to the fuckin’ hospital today.”

I gave my momma a smirk that could’ve led to me getting slapped across the face. “Trust me, momma. We ain’t that stupid.”

“You better not be. I raised you better than that,” she said as she carefully took the turkey out of the oven. “Speaking of which, call the raptors and tell ‘em food is served.”

I gave Whiskey a warning look. “You might want to cover your ears for this one.”

That’s when I turned into the hall and shouted for everyone. “Hey, y’all! Food’s ready. Get your asses in here before it’s all gone!”

His eyes widened in a way I hadn’t known, as he kept his eyes firmly glued onto me. Meanwhile, I beamed with pride after managing to successfully wrangle every single family member into one singular place. 

“What? Didn’t know I could scream that loud?” I asked. 

A wicked grin spread across his face, giving me a suspiciously flirtatious wink. “Oh, I know damn well how loud you scream, sugar.”

As my eyes widened, my father—who had just walked into the room at the time—laughed uncontrollably, finding Whiskey’s comment extremely amusing. 

“I like this kid,” he said through fits of laughter. 

I smirked. “Well, get used to him, Dad, ‘cause he’s stickin’ around for a while.”

“I’m glad,” my father said. “Now, come on. Let’s eat!”

* * * * * *

The entire family eventually gathered around the huge dining table, immediately diving into the food that lay in front of them. Whiskey and I somehow managed to sit next to each other amid the claustrophobic environment that my family had created. It’s not their fault, no. It’s just that with so many people, things tend to get chaotic rather quickly. I know my family all too well to disprove that theory.

“So, Whiskey,” my uncle Derrick asked. “How did you and sweet little Veronica meet?”

He quickly glanced over to me, then back to my uncle. “At work. She was just a rookie just looking for a stable job, and I took her under my wing so that she can be the best agent she can be.”

“And where do you work, exactly?” he asked back.

Again, Whiskey and I shared a glance before the conversation resumed. “Well, we basically work for the government.”

“Yeah. We work for the Lynchburg division of the Department of Homeland Security,” I chimed in, ultimately saving Whiskey. “Can’t tell you about what we do, though. It’s kinda considered a felony to reveal the government’s top-secret information.”

“Does it pay decently, at least?” my uncle asked.

Whiskey and I nodded. “Oh yeah. Pretty decent, all right.”

That’s when my mother had to chime in on the conversation as well. “And you two are working in Lynchburg now. Is that right?”

I nodded. “Mostly. We do have a fair bit of traveling involved with that, too.”

“And what do you mean by ‘fair bit’?” my sister-in-law Natalie asked. 

After exchanging a glance with Whiskey, I shrugged. “You know, we do a lot of traveling within the country, but we also have gone abroad a couple times.”

“Yeah. Our most recent ‘excursion’ took us all the way to Russia,” Whiskey added. “Mainly the southern region of it.”

“Yeah? What cities?” Natalie questioned. 

“Chelyabinsk, mostly,” I confirmed, “but we did spend a hot-minute in Samara. It was an eye-opening experience, to say the least.”

That’s when my grandmother—my mother’s mother—decided to chime in. “But do you like the job, at least?”

“Oh yeah!” I said without hesitating. “I love it! It’s an immersive experience, and it pays damn good.”

I glanced over at Whiskey before continuing. “Plus, if I didn’t choose to take that job, I wouldn’t have met Whiskey. My life wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t meet him.” And that was the truth. My life did change a whole lot when I first met Whiskey. Without him, my life wouldn’t be the same…and I owe everything to him just because he did that—changed my life.

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AT EVELYN I AINT FUCK SHANE …THAT NIGGA A CRACK HEAD .,YOU DID THO…AND AT 19 HAD ME TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM W BRIAN PUMPER AND WHOEVER THAT OLD MAN WAS WHILE YOU FUCKED STACY DASH SON …BITCH RAPE AND COERCION 🙂🙂🖕 FUCKING BITCH BROUGHT YOU TO HANG W ME N CHRIS AND DRE AT THE PARK ONE NIGHT… ME KNOWING CHRIS AND I WAS GOING TO BANG IT OUT …I TOLD YOU LETME GO GET MINE YOU DONT HAVE TO FUCK BUT I CAME TO BUSS DOWN MINE BITCH …..YOU CHOSE TO FUCK DRE LOOSE COOCHIE ABORTION OF BABY 🙂🖕…and then ST PATRICKS 2017 ..,MY NIGGA YOU INVITE WE OUT TO EAT AFTER COPPING WEED WE END UP AT A BAR YOU TALKING TO RANDOM NIGGAS THEN YOU GOT US POSTED UP W SUGAR DADDIES AND YOU OUT HERE POPPING MOLLY WIT EM WHILE IM LIKE ….MY NIGGA YOU CANT SERIOUSLY BE DOING DRUGS WITH MEN YOU DONT KNOW …THEN ASK THE NIGGAS FOR A RIDE DOWN THE BLOCK TO UR WILCOX APARTMENT FOR WHATEVER REASON HOMEBOY WHO WAS COOL ( me not knowing then is 👽🧠 family to me) STOPS AT THE LIQUOR STORE I TURN AROUND YO ASS KISSING THIS 40 YR OLD PIMP GETTING FINGER ..SNATCHED BOTH OUR ASSES OUT THE CAR WE WALKED TO YO SPOT VERBALLY FIRED OFF ON YO ASS TELLING YOU THE REASON YO MAMA KICKED YOU OUT THE HOUSE IS CAUSE YOU AINT GOT NO MORAL COMPASS WHILE TURNING NICHOLAS ONTO DRUGS WHEN YOU LEFT IMMACULATE + DOING WEIRDO SHIT ROUND YOUR INFANT SISTER AVA. …then 2 YEARS LATER PUT ME IN AWKWARD POSITION FUCKING BRIAN PUMPER AND SOMEONE ELSE THAT NIGHT 🥴…SEX TRAFFICKING MY NIGGA…PUTTING ME IN A POSITION WHERE A BUTCH CANT LEAVE PHINE BOUT TO DIE NO CAR…THATS THE LAST TIME I WENT OUT W YOU …THEN CUT TO ME LIVING AT AVA NOW YOU WANA BE A TRAINER AFTER ME TRAINING YOU FAILED CAUSE I SPOKE SOME HARD TRUTHS INTO YOU THAT MADE YOU WANT TO BOSS UP…BUT YOU STILL A FUCKING SUGAR BABE…FUCKING OSHEA FOR A BBL AND FILLERS 🙂🖕 FUCK YOU…I AINT GROW WEED W YOU IN COLLEGE METH HEAD ..YO NIGGA YOU WAS FUCKING HAD WEED WE RECONNECTED I WANTED TO SEE THE PRODUCT MAYBE BOUGHT LIKE ONCE OR TWICE. CUNT …THEN YO ASS STARTED SELLING YO OWN. OOCHIE FOR METH BY THE TIME YOU MOVED TO WILCOX

like I said Jesus hung with who….EXACTLY.

yal nigga had me taking one for the team cause 1. I’m TOO GOOD OF A.FRIEND FOR YOU WEAK FAKE ASSES

2. YAL PUT ME IN WEIRD POSITION ( preying on my trauma NARCISSIST) WHERE I HAD TO TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM. ..

BEEN CONTAMINATING MY FUCKING WEED. MESSING W ALL YOU. AJA , EVELYN AND YALL BOTH SIGNED UP FOR THE WEIRDO ANTI MASON SHIT IN 7th grace AJA AND HIGH SCHOOL EVELYN ..CAUSE I CALLED YOUNA GORILLA AND PUSHED YOU DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS BY YO HAIR BITCH IT WAS MORE THSN DESERVING YOU OICKED FIGHTS W ME ONE WAY ANOTHER EVERYDAY ON TOP OF THAT BEFORE IMMAC WE WENT TO WEST HOLLYWOOY CAMP AND YOU TOLD SOME PPL I WAS GOING TO DROWN THEM GOT ME SUSPENDED THEN PLAYED STUPID SEEING ME 2 years later at immac… WHAT MY FACE LOOK LIKE,,BITCH THE SAME. 🙂🖕

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Superheroes with Secrets: Yuletide Excitement (Fic Part 174. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"Did you take a mold of me for this?" He chuckles, pulling it out.

"Nope, just got very lucky they had different sizes and shapes, Delilah actually got slightly annoyed because she couldn't find one to match Jeff, although there were a lot of rainbow ones."

"Should've been close enough."

"I don't know, I've never seen what's in Jeff's pants."

"Lucky. The locker room is a heinous place."

"Why do you think I ask for a private dressing room everywhere we go?"

"Good point."

"The less time spent telling Lita and Trish that 'yes, your tits do look big in that top' the better."

"Can't blame them much. A lot of the women's roster depends on their looks to keep their job."

"Okay, I don't depend on my looks, I depend on skill, and my skill to hold my tongue and not say 'I have two melons strapped to my chest on a daily basis and I don't give a fuck what people think about them unless it's my husband' is lacking at the moment."

"And right now, your husband is gonna play with them."

"Wanna give them a squeeze, mon ouragan d'amour?"

"Goddamn right I do."

"Squeeze as much as you want, Shaney baby." Kirby whispers, guiding his hands to her chest.

He begins practically kneading them, mouthing over the skin and nipples with fervour. Kirby moans in ecstasy, holding onto hips for support.

"They're so perfect…"

"Really? You think so?"

"I know so."

"Oh my love, you are so good to me."

"You're just as good to me."

"Well, I would hope so, I am pregnant with your child, I may as well try my best to keep you in my arms."

"You succeed, you goddess."

"Goddess, hmm?"

"Absolutely."

"Shane, I want you to ravage me, mon sauvage." Kirby purrs.

"Whatever you want, Princess. Lie down for me."

Kirby lies on the bed next to Shannon, kissing his neck and making Shannon squirm and glare at her. Helms gives Shannon's cock a quick squeeze before sliding into Kirby. Helms picks up his pace slowly, but it isn't long before he's fucking Kirby fast and rough.

"Oh that feels like heaven, oh putain, oh mon dieu."

He's kissing along her neck and collarbone, leaving little bite marks and hickies.

"Oh God, yes, Shane, more."

"Love hearing you beg like that."

"You like hearing me beg, then I'll always want more, mon amour."

"Just the way I like it."

"I love you, Shaney daddy, I want you to fill me up until there's no room left in my pussy."

"Planning on it."

"Shane, you remember when I edged you the first time, how much did you enjoy that?"

"Well… it made the orgasm at the end all the harder."

"You remember how you tried to get me to give in and let you cum in me, what if we did that to Shannon?" Kirby smirks.

"Let him cum in you or make him beg?"

"Make him beg and then let him cum in me. Maybe you two can share me, ya know, take turns cumming in me, make a day out of trying to have sex as much as possible?"

"Mm, that does sound nice."

"Ooh, we could keep a tally on our skin of how many times we've had sex, like sharpie a tally on our stomach or thighs?"

"Mm, I like that."

"I could go get the other toys if you want, Shaney baby, like you could plug me up if you wanted to."

"It's playtime for Shane," he grins excitedly, "I'll whip out the toys as I see fit."

"I love it when you excited about making love."

"Am I not always excited?"

"Not this excited, but yes."

"Fair point."

"I love you, my little sugar cube, you are the most handsome man in the world."

Helms can't help but be a little smug towards Shannon, who rolls his eyes.

"Don't make mon petit jouet feel annoyed, he might end up deciding not to fuck one of us if you do that." Kirby murmurs.

"You're right. Maybe I should make it up to him a little bit." He chuckles, licking a long line up Shannon's cock.

Shannon moans against the gag, his hips bucking up in an attempt to slam his dick into Helms' mouth.

"I know your tricks, Moore. Y'ain't pulling that old one on me."

"Shannon, the only way you would have succeeded is if you held his head there, and you currently can't use your hands." Kirby notes, making Shannon give her the look of 'no shit, Sherlock'.

"He succeeded once. It turned into a hell of hell of a scuffle and my ass being sore for a week."

"Oh my poor little sweetheart." Kirby whispers, stroking Shane's hair gently.

"I got him back. You remember that, Shannon?" He smirks, making Shannon go a little red.

"What did you do?"

"Found a remote-controlled vibrator, stuck it inside him and made him go through the whole school day with it in."

"Oh, mon mari, you torturous beast." Kirby gives him a quick slap on the arm.

He grins playfully as he shrugs, "He earned it. And when I took it out, he almost blacked out from the strength of cumming."

"Oh you poor baby, mon petit jouet."

"Long story short, him and I are even."

"You are both poor little sweet things, I love you both, but I love Shane more, because he's the one who gets to impregnate me."

"I should think being your husband also gives me bonus points, but whatever." He laughs.

"I wouldn't let someone I wasn't married to get me pregnant." Kirby whispers, pulling Helms into a heated kiss.

He kisses her back intensely, "Fair enough."

Kirby moans against his lips, cumming against his dick and covering him with her juices.

"That's my good girl."

"I love you so much." She whispers breathlessly.

"I love you too."

Kirby rests her head against his shoulder, softly humming to herself as she gets her breath back.

"Feel okay?"

"I need a drink of some sort, my vision is all fuzzy." Kirby murmurs.

"You wait right here. I'll go get us some Gatorades."

Kirby snuggles up against Shannon and waits for Helms to return. He comes back not long later with three bottles and hands one to Kirby as he undoes Shannon's gag.

"Why is your wife so adorable for such a big girl?" Shannon asks gently.

"Because she's her." Helms smiles proudly.

"Thank you." Kirby murmurs sleepily.

"You need a nap, love?"

Kirby nods, barely managing to keep her eyes open.

"Get some rest. You give your blessing for me to help Shannon cum? I might kiss him a little, but will mostly fuck him."

"Yeah, you can fuck him, but can I have a kiss before I fall asleep."

"Of course." He smiles, kissing her gently.

Kirby kisses back softly before snuggling into the bed and falling asleep.

"You think you can be quiet so my wife can rest, or do you need the gag again?" Helms purrs.

"I can be quiet, I can be very quiet." Shannon nods eagerly.

"Good boy."

Shannon smirks, staying as quiet as possible. Helms pushes into him softly, groaning as he does. Shannon moans, biting his bottom lip to stifle his moans. Helms is much slower with Shannon, trying to bring his heart rate down a little. Shannon tries to stay as quiet as he can, but moans in pleasure slightly louder and makes Kirby stir a little. Helms kisses him softly to muffle his moans. Shannon melts into the kiss, moaning against Helms' lips. He's being so tender with Shannon more so making love to him like they did as teens.

"Shane, you haven't been like this since we dated." Shannon jokes softly.

"I just got the ab workout of a lifetime pounding her like I did… and maybe I wanted a chance to be soft with you."

"Yeah, I noticed that you're getting really muscular after you met her, you were skin and bones for so long and now you're fit and muscular."

"She wants me to be able to carry her throughout her whole pregnancy. And I want to too. So I work out hard every night for hours."

"Ah, so it's a case of being a strong daddy for your wife and baby daughter." Shannon teases jokingly.

"Well, that's part of it. Other part is that I'm finally eating properly again and it's paying off."

"Not just eating properly, but eating what your sexy French maiden of a wife makes."

"Exactly. God, she's good."

"Imagine that, Kirby in a French maid dress, and no underwear, God, that would be sexy."

"Think we'd have to beg to get that to happen."

"Or we could do what she did, leave it in a box with a note saying to wear only what's in the box." Shannon suggests.

"That's not a half bad idea."

"Oooh, Shane, we can put a ribbon that's just big enough to cover her nips in a box and just that, she's a good girl, she knows to take orders."

"Oh that's perfect."

"Wrap her up in a black ribbon, deny her a little and make her beg before you fuck her senseless."

"Only a little. She hates being edged."

"Not edging her exactly, more denying her before you actually put your dick in her, like when she comes up to you and wants to fuck, you deny her once or twice before you give in and fuck her."

"So more like teasing."

"Yeah, tease her and only fuck her when she gets really needy."

"Now that sounds like fun."

"You get to have some more control over her, but you also have to control your urge to give in before you fuck her."

"You know me, the control freak."

Kirby's phone goes off, not one of the recognizable ringtones.

"You know whose phone that is?" Shannon asks.

"Kirby's, but I can't tell who's calling."

"Maybe you should answer it, she is your wife, you can see if they actually need to talk to her."

He groans softly as he reaches over to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, is Kirby there?" A Hawaiian accent asks.

"She's asleep right now. Need me to wake her up?"

"No, it's okay, uhm… just wanted to see if I could ask her out on a date, haven't spoken since high school."

"Can I ask who this is?"

"I'm Ikaika Pachis, why?"

"Just wanted to tell her you called?"

"I don't even know if she remembers me but Kealani gave me her number last Christmas and it's taken me a year to build up the confidence to reach out."

"Have you spoken to Kealani in a while?"

"Nope, haven't spoken to her since February."

"Well, then I don't have to get frustrated with her." He chuckles.

"This is her number right, Kealani didn't completely screw me over?"

"Yeah, this is her number."

"Are you one of her co-workers or something?"

"Well, yes, but more importantly, I'm her husband."

"Oh fuck, shit, sorry, bye." Ikaika squeaks as he hangs up."

Kirby stirs awake slowly, "what's wrong, hon?"

"You got a call from an old friend from high school."

"Which high school and what 'friend'?"

"Didn't say and Ikaika."

"Oh fuck him, he isn't a friend, he fucking bullied me, probably used a fake story to get you to hand me the phone."

"He said Kealani gave him your number a year ago and he just now got the courage to call you up. Hung up real quick when I said I was your husband."

"Don't doubt Kealani gave him my number, she's always a little too helpful to everyone, but he fucking bullied me and was the guy who kicked the shit out of me at fifteen."

"Wish I could have given him an earful."

"You can always call his number back and leave a message." Kirby murmurs.

"Halfway tempted."

"If you do, I'll make you some more pancakes and some chocolate mousse, hell, I'll even let you eat if off my tits."

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do you have any sugar daddy shane fics?

we put together this list a while back. here's another one:

i'm in love with a man that knows me better - Artemis | E, 13k, Complete

Ryan had no integrity left.

He found himself on his phone late one Sunday night on the Asher Mathison website he told his roommate he would never consider logging on to. The website seemed inconspicuous enough, like it was just another online dating site that every other millennial was using. It didn’t explicitly say anything about what type of arrangement they were matching people up for other than the phrase, ‘We strive to provide mutually beneficial relationships’.

Ryan struggled with himself internally for about fifteen minutes as his thumb hovered over the ‘Create Account’ button.

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@blacktofade was talking about a sugar daddy au and uh, i couldn’t help myself so here

also this is dedicated to @pinkbergara and @yourlocalshaniac

Ryan Bergara sat, slumped over, at UCLA’s library computer, eyes widen in shock.

No way. No fucking way.

He blinked, hoping his brain, still weary from moving into the dorm, was just tricking him.

There, on the screen displaying his bank account information, still sat the total: -489.73.

Fuck.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Ryan bemoaned, shoving another spoonful of stolen Rocky Road ice cream into his mouth.

Kelsey, the owner of said ice cream, had her eyes trained on the TV screen. If Ryan didn’t know her better, he’d probably be irritated that she wasn’t listening.

Thankfully, he did know her, and she was listening. She was just hyper focused on winning this COD match (which he totally gets). He was in her apartment, laying on the couch and mourning his debt-free life. His feet rested in her lap, as she sat cross-legged at the other end.

“I’d apply for another loan, but it takes forever to get them approved and I’ll be over-drafted while the bank figures it out,” he sighed, brows furrowed in thought. “And I don’t really want to sell my soul for school. Not to mention I’ve just spent the whole summer trying to pay off my first loan... and I had money saved up for that from high school.” Which was completely drained first semester. “Holy shit-” 

Ryan suddenly sat up, almost knocking the ice cream off his chest. He grabbed the gallon before it could, but the panicked look in his eyes didn’t disappear. “Holy shit, Kelsey, what the fuck am I gonna do for food? I only paid for my books! I still haven’t paid for tuition or my dorm or-”

Right then, the noise signaling the end of a match played, and Ryan glanced over to see the yellow line highlighting Kelsey’s name at the top of the list.

His leg was pat and he looked back to see Kelsey giving him a sympathetic look. “We’ve all been there,” she said, “I had to ask my mom for food halfway through the first semester. You can eat at my place while you figure it out!” Kelsey gave him a sweet smile and Ryan felt very, very guilty all of a sudden, stirring the melted remnants of ice cream left in the gallon.

He knew she was struggling to pay her tuition as well and she had worse luck than he did. She had to get an apartment this semester because dorms were full. She had to get a roommate because an apartment located close to campus in LA cost an arm and a leg. And then the whole food thing... Here he was complaining about his life when she had it much, much harder.

“No, Kelse, I couldn’t do that.”

“What? Why not? Listen, we broke-ass college students gotta stick together.”

God, she was always so optimistic. Ryan admired her for that. When he heard about her not getting a dorm, she just smiled and said, “It’ll be cool to live in the city! Maybe I’ll find some fun places! Ooh! And I’ll have better Wi-Fi!”

When she was looking for a roommate, she was so excited, mentioning that she “couldn’t wait to meet a cool new friend!”

Kelsey was the strongest person he knew and he worked at LA Fitness IN L.A.

“I just feel bad about it, because I know you’re struggling too.”

“Hey, I’ll be just as poor if you come over and eat a sandwich with me once in a while.” She shrugged. “I’d rather be poor and have good company than rich and be surrounded by people I hate.”

Ryan laughed, “You romantic fucking English major.”

Kelsey said nothing in response, just gave the widest grin that Ryan had ever seen.

“Come on,” she said, pushing Ryan’s feet off her lap and reaching forward to grab another controller. She handed it to Ryan, “Play some COD with me. I’ll give you something to really cry about!”

More than a dozen lost matches later (hey, Ryan was a NBA guy), Kelsey and Ryan were dancing in the kitchen to some stupid meme song that was in Kelsey’s playlist, laughing like manics. They had abandoned COD a while ago, deciding to finally listen to their rumbling tummies and making cheap ramen, lovingly flavored with the spiciest hot sauce they could find in the house.

Despite the music being loud enough to probably annoy Kelsey’s neighbors, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the door hitting the wall.

Kelsey’s roommate was home.

“Sara!” Kelsey greeted, spinning around immediately. There, by the door, a paint-covered woman, with curly brown and eyes that gleamed impishly. Kelsey, once again, had a wild grin on her face, one that both of her friends knew said mischief. “Show us your moves!”

Sara, despite looking a bit ragged, smiled her own grin. She watched Kelsey show off her own moves for a minute, grin just growing wider and wider, before it finally broke. She laughed, as she dropping her canvas bag by the door and kicking off her shoes. Then, she was boogieing her way over to Kelsey and Ryan, doing some cheesy disco move that had Ryan doubled over and laughing and Kelsey imitating it (again, fucking romantic, cheesy English major).

As much bad luck as Kelsey had, she had just the same amount of good luck. It was like a scale; every once in a while, one side (usually the bad luck side) got a pinch more, tipping her luck that way before the other side got a pinch more and so on.

Ryan remembers the day Kelsey was interviewing roommates. He’s sure his whole class did too, because his phone was going off non-stop during a movie they were analyzing and despite being on silent and flipped over, it kept lighting up the room because Kelsey could not stop raving about this one woman she interviewed -- which, of course, was the lovely Sara. Kelsey was head over heels for Sara from the minute they met.

Sara was a Art major and, apparently, her and Kelsey had SO much chemistry that Kelsey HAD to choose Sara. 

(It was true, though. Kelsey would write something for her class and it would inspire art-blocked Sara to draw something for her class and vice versa. Kelsey was bad at cleaning and good at cooking where Sara burnt water and was basically Marie Kondo. They both loved playing video games -- they both played DPS and had a fun time creating chaos in game. Ryan would call them soulmates, but Kelsey got too embarrassed whenever he said that, so he gave her a little bit of mercy and usually kept that to himself.)

“What is going on?” Sara shouts. She does a twirl to the beat and then holds her arm up for Kelsey, signaling her to grab her hand and twirl underneath it.

“Ryan’s in debt and his life is over!” Kelsey jokes, shouting over the music. Ryan distantly remembers the time Sara’s last class gets out -- 9:30 -- and wonders if they should turn down the music. “So we’re having a Dia De Los Muertos inspired funeral for him!” She lets go of Sara’s hand and just dances in her space. Sara does not seem to mind the close proximity at all.

“Oh shit!” Sara responds, “That fucking sucks, dude!”

“Yeah! He can’t even buy food!”

Sara glances over at Ryan, who is currently doing some shitty version of the cha-cha. “Really?” Kelsey nods and even though it looks like she’s nodding with the beat, Sara knows her better. They twirl opposite directions, almost looking choreographed, and when they come back together, Sara has a look on her face, head tilted and smile tight. 

“What is it?” Kelsey asks and Sara holds up a finger. She twirls away again, this time, going farther and farther until she reaches Kelsey’s phone on the island of the kitchen. 

Stopping the music (which Kelsey’s neighbors are probably thankful for), she spins around to give the two confused faces a bright smile. “I know how Ryan -- and us, of course -- can score some free food, if you’re up to it.”

Kelsey’s face lights up, “I love free food!”

“Didn’t we just eat?” Ryan says, he’s smiling though, because his grumbling tummy agrees with Kelsey. Hey, he’s a man who works out and has a high metabolism... and he’s “growing.” He’s always hungry.

And Kelsey... well, she’s Kelsey.

“So... how are we doing this?” Ryan says, with a lopsided smile. Ryan realizes how much they look like a pack of gremlins up to no good -- which they kinda are. Suddenly, the whole “I’m in horrible debt” thing isn’t looming over this day and he realizes that Kelsey was right -- it’s hard to be miserable in like-minded company.

“So,” Sara starts, using a voice that sounds like she’s giving Kelsey and Ryan an inside scoop. Ryan now pictures them as a group of spies, preparing to infiltrate an important ball. The two in question lean in, despite them being the only people in the house, and Sara continues, “So, in Art History today, we were learning about some art that was painted by people who were. Fucked. Up. Like they were drinking absinthe and doing coke -- I was joking with my friend, Keith, telling him how they must’ve been some WILD partiers and how it put me in a partying mood. And he told me that he and his little crew were going to this party at this bar on 6th street. And, this is the best part-” 

Sara look back and forth between Ryan and Kelsey, excitedly. “Eugene was the one who got invited, so you KNOW it’s gonna be full of people who got that mun-nay! We should hit it up and see if anyone will buy us drinks and food and stuff!”

“Hell yeah!” Kelsey exclaims, “Mooching off the rich for the win! Down with capitalism!”

“You got that right!” Sara says, “Mooch the rich!”

“Mooch the rich!” Ryan agrees. He throws his fist in the air like some French revolutionary and the look of excitement that appears on Kelsey’s face is so funny, he can’t help wheezing at it.

Kelsey and Sara carry on without him, shouting “MOOCH THE RICH!” and pounding their fists in the air, getting louder and louder with each shout.

Ryan’s tearing up from laughing so hard now, because holy shit, Kelsey’s neighbors are gonna think they’re some sort of anarchist cult doing weird cult stuff behind loud music and are Sara and Kelsey doing a picket circle in the kitchen now?? 

-- fuck, Ryan loves his friends.

[wetookanoath]

Today on Ryan Has No Chill When He Loves Someone:

[pinksweatshirtbergara]

can you please link the sugar daddy shane fic you mentioned i haven't read it 🤧 thanks so much

Here it is!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16075817

Please let me know what you think about it once you get it finished! Also send the author of this all the love and kudos and leave all the comments because this fic is one of the best!

[shyanlibrary]

hi! i’ve been searching AO3 and tumblr for a while now and i can’t seem to find any sugar baby!ryan fics, do you know of any ? being one myself it’s always interesting to see how they’re portrayed in fanfics and the ghoul boys are one of my top ships. thank u !! ur doing amazing !!

A good AU I wish we could have more titles of. Hope you enjoy these!

we found each other hungry by abovetheruins

Summary: He’d laughed with the rest of his friends when they’d seen the billboard advertising the site. They’d all been a little buzzed and high on the adrenaline of another successful semester under their belts, but he’d woken up the next morning with the site’s name poking at his subconscious, and by the end of the day he had created an account and set up a profile.

It wasn’t that he was struggling, per se, but tuition was fucking expensive and he didn’t want his parents to pay for a dime, so he’d buckled down and juggled classes and two part-time jobs to pay for it all, until he’d gotten so used to nights of little to no sleep that the bags beneath his eyes were deep enough to drown in and he was spending most of his waking hours fueled by caffeine and adrenaline and little else. If he had a chance to get compensated for nothing more strenuous than spending some time with a lonely old dude, well, what kind of idiot would he be to pass that up?

Rated: E

Word Count: 9,474

Commentary: A fun, sweet and well done AU that explores not only the dynamic in question but how, for them in this fic who have been in such for a while now, it has become a more romantic thing. It’s sweet and sexy, and you’ll have a great time reading it. It’s a favorite of mine.

The Lakers Fan and the Horny Boy by istie

Summary: Ryan wants to try new things. Shane seems like a great fit. But is there more to him than meets the eye...?

Rated: M

Word Count: 4,108

Summary: Okay, this one has everything. It has our dynamic, it has supernatural elements (Demon!Shane), it’s also a college AU, has a serial killer going around, Ryan exploring his sexuality and getting spoiled as fuck... It’s really, really good. I remember enjoying it a lot the first time I read it and I certainly did again today as I was doing this little list. A fun fic.

Sugar Daddy Shane/Sugar Babe Ryan AU by @heavymetalmothman 

Summary: Concept: sugar daddy Shane and bratty Ryan oof

Rated: E

Word Count: Unknown

Commentary: I fucking love this fic. This one is actually the first of such AUs in the fandom and the day it was posted, it took us all by surprise not only because we have been wanting an AU like this for months but because it was amazing. This author is really good at their craft, the sex scene is as great as the rest of the story, and you are going to enjoy it for its atmosphere and dialogue. I love this fic a lot.

Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes by YogurtTime

Summary: An innocent man of taste and leisure, Ricky Goldsworth, just wants to check into his hotel room, but gets into an altercation with the concierge while a mysterious gentleman in expensive-looking clothes watches nearby.

Rated: E

Word Count: 6,577

Commentary: Finally, this one couldn’t be left aside. This is a start for them, in which Ricky wants a lot and Shane is there to give. It’s such a beautiful fanfic, written with so much care and passion, it’s actually one of my all time favorite, the only RG persona fic I like, and one of my favorite AUs ever written for our fandom. It’s gorgeous, elegant, it has no comparison. I think of this AU often, I wish I could forget it to re-discover it and be as in shock and as moved as I was when I first read it. What a night! I really hope you enjoy it as well.

[alliedbiscuit]