Oct 14, 2020
Shane: *points at Ryan* Listen to me.
Ryan: *listens*
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Shane: *points at Ryan* Listen to me.
Ryan: *listens*
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shyan + the daddy thing started as a joke and now it’s decidedly Not a joke because oh no, shane’s reaction to that was kind of hot,,
Ryan: new kink UNLOCKED!
Ryan wants to mess around with Shane’s head, and he has a hilarious idea to do it. Shane’s taken him out to dinner as a date night and things are going smoothly. They’re joking around as they’re waiting for their food, both of them getting spaghetti (hence the main joke being they’re going to ‘lady and the tramp’ it and share a kiss only to probably choke and die on the spaghetti- seriously that movie is very impractical). Their food arrives and Shane grabs the salt shaker. “Hey, daddy? Can you pass me the salt after you’re done,” Ryan asks casually, waiting to see the look of confusion on Shane’s face.
“Yeah, baby,” Shane replies, casually passing the salt over to Ryan. He does it without hesitation and laughs at the look on Ryan’s face. And oh- that should not have effected Ryan the way it did. “I— bathroom,” Ryan stumbles out, almost tripping over as he flees to fix his problem, leaving behind a laughing Shane.When he arrives back at the table Shane’s got their food to go. “You really thought that would work? There’s so many things you don’t know about me, Ry. Or should I start referring to myself as daddy?”
Posting wrestling fic just as Smackdown starts is a bad idea.
Posting DeanOMac fic just as Smackdown starts is a terrible idea.
But I promised myself I’d finish this & post before I go to bed tonight and finally I’m done. If you had asked after the last Daddy Shane two shot, expect a tag :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Professional Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Shane McMahon Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Shane McMahon Additional Tags: Daddy Shane, Baby Boy Dean, Dd/lb, Daddy Kink, Bathing/Washing, Hand Jobs, Hotels, Shane likes to spoil his baby boy, Community: wrestlingkink, deanomac Summary:
Fill for this prompt on the Wrestlingkink Meme: The sheer joy and delight on Dean's face after Shane agreed to be the captain of the ship just begged for some Shane/Dean action. Shane being the silver fox gentle Daddy and Dean be his baby boy. Please someone!
Deanomac is totally my bag, so I couldn’t resist this prompt on the kinkmeme when @jellybelly30 pointed me towards it :D
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If anyone else would like tagged for future Deanomac, let me know.
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Brendon looks at Shane and then back at what Shane bought him. He takes the stuffed bear gently, still lot entirely sure how he feels about it. "I can take them back" Shane offers quietly, terrified he fucked up the whole situation. Brendon shakes his head. "I- I don't want that" he begins. "They're for me right? For when I'm your baby". Brendon answers. "Yeah, they're for you, to make you feel good when you're little." Shane says
Brendon nods a few times. “Okay,” He whispers. “I-I don’t know if I want them yet, but I want to keep them for now. Thank you.”
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Shane starts to run his hands through Brendon's hair. "Baby, I got you a present, if you want it, if not that's ok" Shane says. "What is it?" Brendon asks. Shane reaches in the nightstand drawer he his the stuffy and paci in. He takes them out and shows them to Brendon, not sure if he's done the right thing or not.
Brendon makes an aborted movement for them and then sits back, frowning. “Why did you get me this stuff?” He asks softly. Shane’s nerves start to return. “I just thought that-you might-you might like them when you’re feeling small.”
"What do you think of me as?" Brendon asks. "You're my baby boy, I take care of you when your little" Shane answers after a moment of silence. Brendon starts to blush a little bit, "I'm your baby" he whispers as he hides his face in Shane's chest
Shane awkwardly pats Brendon’s back, half relieved that this talk is going so well, and amused that it’s putting Brendon right into little space. “Yeah, that’s right,” He says softly. “You’re my baby.”
Brendon just snuggles a little more into Shane, "what does it really mean when you're my caregiver?And what do you really think of yourself as?" Brendon asks
Shane takes a deep breath. “I kind of think of myself more as your....daddy?” He suggests feebly.