Helloooo. Do y’all have any good bottom!shane fics?
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When the sun sets, we're both the same - Fraudgara | E, 35k, Complete
It happened very quickly, and yet not very quickly at all. Shane was paralyzed as the blade part of Ryan’s katana swiped up when he swung it thoughtlessly—drunkenly—and Shane remembered blinking like the scene would change if he opened his eyes again, but the man was still writhing around on the ground with a stripe of glistening red on his throat and Ryan was staring down at him like he’d never seen anything so horrific or gripping.
They both stared numbly, intently, until the man’s erratic choking spasms on the cement became a haunting stillness in a pool of his own blood.“Whoops,” Ryan said, the low register of his voice seeming like a shout to Shane in the silence of the night and of the now dead man laying at their feet.
--On Halloween night, Ryan accidentally kills someone, and Shane has seen too many movies to do anything sensible about it.
just wanna feel his hands go down - uneventfulhouses
Ryan’s grin transforms; his eyes go heavy, dark and the edges of his smile sharpen, and Shane’s heart is already beating much too quickly—he breathes in shallow.
“Oh, is it—is it you that likes to get spanked, Shane?”
Without any regard for modesty, Shane leaps off the couch and wrings his hands together. His blood is pumping in the wrong direction, and things are gonna get real weird, real fast.
“It’s getting late,” Shane says, rounding the sofa and walking towards the kitchen, suddenly very, very thirsty.
or; the one where ryan has a heavy hand
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Professor Ryan au where they finally get to fucking and it’s nasty and dirty and Ryan fucks Shane on top of his desk
UHhH it’s been a while since I’ve gone hard but dis bitch ain’t goin’ home (warning: dirty talk and name calling but it’s probably all terrible coz it’s been some time)
He can’t take it anymore. Ryan had officially snapped and become the worlds most unprofessional professor. It’s just- Shane’s such a fucking tease and Ryan needs to have him. He needs to put him in his place and make him understand who owns who. Ryan may not be that much older then his student, but he knows for a fact that he’s far more experienced. It’s the third time in two weeks that Ryan’s kept Shane back after class, and he decides that this is it. He’s going to do it.
Shane locks the door out of habit because he never knows what his professor is going to pull. It could be a lecture, it could genuine help on assignments or Shane really had pushed the other man to his limit. When Shane’s bent over the desk his figures the last guess is correct. “So fuckin tired of you walking around acting so smug,” Ryan growls as he runs a hand over Shane’s ass through his jeans. “And what do you suppose I do about it, sir?” Shane asks cheekily, wanting to encourage Ryan. He had been waiting so long for this moment.
“I think you should keep your mouth shut, you little brat. I know that might be hard for you considering you seem to mouth off a lot, but I’m sure I can fuck you into being speechless.” Ryan follows his speech by reaching over and unbuttoning Shane’s pants, tugging them down his thighs to expose his ass. “Do you remember our safe-word? And all the rules we discussed?” Ryan quizzes, and Shane nods enthusiastically. They had talked about this before, but never actually had sex.
“I’m glad you listened to something I said, sweetheart. That’ll be a first.” After shoving his fingers in Shane’s mouth to suck, Ryan’s fingers dance along his student’s inner thigh. He eventually makes his way to Shane’s hole and slides a finger inside of him. “Did you stretch yourself for me last night? Were you thinking of me when you took a shower? Did it get too much and you just couldn’t help yourself?” Ryan grins when Shane moans in reply, “thought so, slut.” He adds another finger and scissors Shane open.
When he’s satisfied with his work, Ryan removes his fingers and strips himself. He rubs the tip of his cock between Shane’s asscheeks teasingly before sliding on a condom. “Next time I’m gonna fill you with my cum, mm? Then you’ll have to walk around and sit in class all day knowing that I own you in every way.” Shane’s speechless, caught between moaning and whining as he sways his hips. Ryan slams a hand against his ass possessively, gripping the skin as he slides into Shane slowly.
Ryan’s fucking ruthless with his thrusts, picking up a fast pace that’s going to leave bruises on Shane’s hips. He growls and moans and the sound of skin against skin is so violent and filthy that Shane flushes. Ryan was right, Shane had never had someone so experienced before and he was slowly putting the younger man through literal heaven. He made a point to fuck into Shane’s prostate, abusing the sensitive area until Shane’s legs gave out and he came. Ryan’s impressed that he doesn’t even have to touch Shane’s cock for him to cum, but knows it’s because of his younger age and hormones.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Did so good for me, didn’t you?” Ryan moans as he finishes into the condom. They’re a pile of sweaty limbs when Ryan finally pulls out, leaving a kiss to Shane’s back. “I’ll always win this game of cat and mouse, honey.”
hello 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 thank u guys so much for what you do for the fandom. Very well appreciated. Can you please recommend some bottom shane fics? I just want to read something where shane feels vulnerable or emotional or something. Thank you again!
we’ve got plenty!
au paradis - sessrumnir | E, 2k, Complete
Ryan and Shane have been together for months now, but somehow a little detail about Shane escaped Ryan. And so they decide to make up for it.
lights and thunder - abovetheruins | E, 7k, Complete
Shane has created a monster.
He watches the club lights play over Ryan’s skin, strands of blue and purple and green shifting in time with the beat of the music. The gleam of Ryan's smile cuts through it all, wide and wild and brilliant, his boisterous laugh rising high above the din of techno synth pop and the muted roar of the crowd.
Shane’s heart doesn’t flutter at the sight of that familiar grin.
(Shane is a goddamn liar.)
-
Sequel to the calm before crescendo
until you fit beneath me (and you’re breaking like a wave) - beethechange | E, 17, Complete
“You truly are a jackass,” Ryan says. Then he winds up to say it out loud, for the first time in their friendship. Not to be a loser about it, but it’s kind of a big moment. “I love you, man.”
There’s an excruciating pause, which Ryan holds his breath through.
“Right back atcha.” Shane gives this weird, stilted little laugh, shoving his hands deep into his pockets like he’s digging for loose change.
When he registers the deflection—and it takes a moment—Ryan feels a hot, mortified prickle behind his eyelashes that he has to mask with an elaborate roll of his eyes, like it’s a joke. Like it’s a joke he’s in on.
Or: In which Shane Madej succumbs to the mortifying ordeal of being known—but not before being a real butthead about it for many thousands of words first.
Every Open Door - beethechange | E, 34k, Complete
It’s early on a bright mid-May morning when Shane Madej steps out of the car to begin the last real summer of his life.
The year is 1963, he is twenty-two years old, and the summer’s stretched out like a promise in front of him: one last hurrah, before the desk waiting for him in his father’s office claims him.
rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine - mothmanfucker666 | E, 2k, Complete
the message shane has sent him is just an emoji ─ 😘 ─ but it has two images attached. in the first one, shane is wearing an all-lace, baby blue lingerie set.
This Boy is a Bottom - blacktofade | E, 2k, Complete
It happens just after they file the incorporation papers for Watcher Entertainment, which makes it the second most irrational decision of Shane’s life.
hard to be soft, tough to be tender - uneventfulhouses | E, 5k, Complete
“A romantic like you, I’d have thought it’d be daydreams about kissing me,” Shane says, taking the joint from Ryan’s fingers and leaning up so he can take the last hit before stubbing it out on the tray. He blows the smoke out, blinking lazily, slumping against Ryan’s body when he beckons.
Flightless Bird, American Mouth - sequence_fairy , uneventfulhouses | E, 17k, Complete
“Hey,” Shane says, standing near the couch. “Look what I found.” Shane uncurls his fingers to show Ryan the feathers on his palm.
Ryan looks up from his phone and for one spectacular moment, his eyes widen like a comic book character. His expression shutters just as swiftly.
“Those’re neat,” Ryan says, going back to his phone screen. “Where’d you find ‘em?”
“In the office,” Shane says. “I found one in the kitchen yesterday. Thought they were from one of Obi’s toys, but I really don’t think so.”
“Mm,” Ryan says, not looking up from his lap.
rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine - mothmanfucker666 | E, 2k, Complete
the message shane has sent him is just an emoji ─ 😘 ─ but it has two images attached. in the first one, shane is wearing an all-lace, baby blue lingerie set.
Goodpain - HeavyMetalMothman | M, 1.8k, Complete
“Oh, look at you...” Ryan said in awe.
And Shane did look. In the mirror, he could see the long line of his body, the way his skin twisted up with the columns around his torso and the way the cuffs suspending his ankles held him in a taught angle.
“You’re doing so well, so good for me.”
“I’m glad.” He’d hoped he had been good.
---
Shane is suspended in the air, and Ryan is the one who put him there.
run without thinking, fall without blinking - deanwinchesterissaved | E, 8k, Complete
Ryan's eyes have gone dark, but it’s probably just a trick of the light. It's been quite a while since he spoke, Shane thinks, and it really is Ryan's turn to snap something interesting at him. A quid pro quo, if you will.
When Ryan can’t gather himself enough to speak, Shane snaps.
"Don't fucking look at my boner while we fight."
Stay Still - fringewrites | E, 1.5k, Complete
Summary:
“I was thinking of climbing onto your chest and taking my dick out and just…jerking off.” Ryan breaks the comfortable silence, expressing his whim all too casually.
“Yeah. You could do that."
Ryan is a cock tease and Shane must be some kind of masochist.
Skirting the Issue - makemadej (santamonicayachtclub) | E, 12k, Series WIP
Lizzie Borden took a dress and landed Shane in quite a mess.
a/n: my entry for the @shyanbang featuring bottom!shane :D if you’re under 18 please do not proceed, it gets very explicit under the cut.
“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”
Shane is sprawled on the bed, lying on his stomach. Standing behind him, Ryan smirks down at him. He presses harder, his middle finger almost slipping in.
“Listen, you said you wouldn’t mind if I took my time…”
When Shane opens his mouth to answer, Ryan presses the pad of his finger inside, and Shane whimpers underneath him. His legs are spread wide, ass raised in the air. He’s completely naked; there’s a thin layer of sweat all over his back, rolling down his spine, something that Ryan doesn’t miss.
“This is torture,” Shane says, or rather mewls. He’s joking, Ryan can tell - they’ve been together long enough and messed around enough for them to communicate pretty well in bed.
And yet…
“I can’t believe you let me think you didn’t like bottoming,” Ryan says, pulling his finger out again and circling Shane’s rim. “Five months, Shane. Five months!”
“You never— ah! asked me.”
“And you never said anything!” Ryan laughs, incredulous. “I mean, sure, our sex life hasn’t suffered because of that, but man, look at that. Look at what I was missing...”
Shane mutters something that sounds like shut up but could easily be mistaken as a moan. Ryan doesn’t stop playing with his hole, circling and massaging his rim, adding more and more lube until it runs down Shane’s thighs and coats his balls.
“You looked like you were having fun when I—ugh, god… when I was on top. I didn’t wanna rain on your parade.”
“That is so dumb.”
“Shut—oh, FUCK.”
Shane arches his back when Ryan slips his finger in to the second knuckle, the first time he has done so in the thirty minutes since they began. Right away, Ryan pulls his finger out, and Shane’s body almost tries to follow him, stopping when Ryan puts a hand on his cheek to keep him in place. “Patience. I have five months to make up for here.”
“You know I’m not gonna last five months,” Shane says. He sounds out of breath already, and Ryan is delighted. They have barely started.
He plays with his hole for a little longer, but Ryan’s getting impatient himself, and that won’t do. He steps back towards the armchair he had left his spare backpack on, the one he never seems to carry out of the apartment. Shane watches him from his spot on the bed, as best as he can.
Ryan comes back with a toy in hand. It looks like it’s made of pure steel, smooth and shiny. One end has a rounded head; the other, a series of three anal beads, one larger than the other. It’s fairly sized, albeit a bit slim, and Shane looks up to see Ryan’s eyes twinkling. Ryan’s smiling when he says, “Time to have fun.”
Shane doesn’t say anything as he coats the toy in lube. He starts pressing inside, using the side with the beads. The first one pops in easily enough, and Shane’s breath hitches. Ryan keeps the toy in place for a moment before he slips it further, pressing the second bead in. This time, Shane whimpers and his hips stutter. “Shh,” Ryan shushes him, caressing his thigh with his free hand, “We’re not going anywhere if you don’t relax, big guy.”
“I’m trying, it’s just—It’s been a while.”
Ryan snickers, “Yeah, well, it’s your own fault.”
“Shut up, Ryan,” he says, then lets out a scream of surprise when Ryan pushes the toy in, his hole stretching beautifully on the second bead as it goes past his rim. “Fuck!”
It takes a couple more minutes to push the toy past the third and final bead. Shane shudders, and Ryan sees he’s clutching the sheets on either side of him. It looks beautiful. So when he starts moving the toy, pushing it in and out - gently at first, but gaining momentum with every flick of Ryan’s wrist -, he feels himself hard inside his pants. Shane is putting up a show for him, that’s the only way he can describe it - legs spread wide and ass swallowing the toy with gusto, he looks beautiful. And red all over, mostly on the face and neck.
Ryan tries a slap to his butt cheek, making Shane yelp. As expected, his ass is tinged with bright red where his hand connected, and Ryan has to bite his lips to prevent a groan. “God, Shane, you look so good.”
Shane can’t answer, not with the beads working him open and Ryan’s hands pinching and grabbing his cheeks. When Ryan pulls the toy out, Shane’s entire body follows, and his hole gaps for a second there, hollowed out.
“Jesus Christ, that makes me wanna fuck you right now,” Ryan says.
“What,” Shane swallows dry. “What are you waiting for?”
Instead of answering, Ryan turns the toy around and presses the head inside. It’s larger than the largest bead, so Shane moans as it slips inside, slowly, tightly. “Tell me if you feel any discomfort,” he tells him. Using his free hand to press against Shane’s lower back, he gets Shane to lie flat on his stomach, legs still spread wide.
Shane grunts something in response, but resumes his moaning and sheet-grabbing as Ryan feels around inside of him with the toy. It’s probably cold, given the material it’s made of, but Shane doesn’t comment on that - he lets Ryan do as he pleases, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation of the toy filling him up.
Then, suddenly, he gasps. Ryan grins.
Making sure to hit that angle, and using all his expertise to move his wrist in a way he knows it’s gonna work wonders, Ryan asks, “Have you ever had your prostate milked?”
“Jesus—No, Ryan, I—Oh, good god, I haven’t.”
“Seriously? Why not?”
Shane lets out a loud moan when Ryan twists the toy a certain way, “I don’t know. Never came up.”
“So that’s why you didn’t recognize the wand,” he chuckles.
Shane gets increasingly worked up, until he’s writhing in the bed, moaning so loudly his voice is high-pitched, almost a scream.
“Oh Ryan, Ryan, Ryan—Ryan, please, oh god—Shit, I think I’m peeing myself,” he says, but doesn’t stop squirming to look.
“You’re not peeing, that’s normal.”
“Fuck, but I—oh my god—It’s all wet, I’m wet, my dick—”
Smirking, Ryan plants a kiss on Shane’s still red cheek, “It’s not pee. Just relax. Lemme take care of you.”
At this point, Ryan can’t even tell if Shane’s heard him. His eyes are closed, and his thighs are spasming, uncontrollably. Ryan can’t tell how many time has passed, but he can’t have been there for too long - Shane is just incredibly responsive, and as it seems, very good at taking it.
Ryan’s cock twitches, still enclosed in his pants.
“Ryan!” Shane screams, body shaking all over. He continues his ministrations, and Shane is still convulsing; his legs are almost kicking out, his back is arching over and over again, and he seems to be contracting and relaxing his pelvis. It lasts for a good few minutes, until Shane’s orgasm seems to have calmed down enough for him to speak again. “Holyshit, that was…”
He doesn’t complete his sentence. Ryan hasn’t let up, and Shane seems to have realized that, because he spreads his legs wide apart again, making himself comfortable.
“Ready for another one, baby?”
Shane tries laughing, but it’s cut off by a moan, “I don’t know if I can.”
“‘Course you can. Just relax.”
And he does. Shane lets Ryan press the toy against that perfect, delicious spot, and bit by bit, he starts spasming again, the muscles on his thighs twitching. It doesn’t take too long for him to get loud again, pressing back onto the toy, clutching the sheets white-knuckled.
For the second time in maybe fifteen minutes, Shane’s entire body goes into overdrive. His screams get louder than before, and Ryan can’t stop grinning as he watches him quivering under his hands; it’s such a strong reaction that Ryan almost loses his grip on the toy, but he manages to continue pressing it against his prostate until Shane comes down again.
Shane doesn’t say anything this time. He’s panting, face flushed; his lips are parted, and Ryan is so aroused he doesn’t entertain the idea of keep going with the toy, even though he’s sure Shane could handle it. Instead, he pulls it out, reveling in the way Shane groans when the widest part of it comes out of his stretched hole.
“You doing alright there, big guy?”
He still doesn’t answer with words, but he smiles and raises his eyebrows. Ryan laughs, slipping out of his own pants and pulling himself out. His hand is soaked in lube, and he uses it to coat himself, pumping his dick a couple of times. After holding himself so long, he doesn’t think he can last long. With that in mind, he kindly guides Shane up, rearranging their positions so that Ryan is sitting on the bed with Shane sitting on his lap, facing his way and with his legs around him.
Shane looks positively wrecked. Hair sticking everywhere, face and neck flushed red, torso covered in sweat. His nipples are hard, and so is his dick - he hasn’t touched himself, to Ryan’s amazement. He thought he’d have to instruct him not to do it, but Shane, his wonderful, gorgeous Shane, knew not to do it. Like he was waiting for instructions, or waiting for Ryan to touch him, or—
“Are you trying to come without touching yourself? Or do you want me to do it for you?”
Shaking his head, Shane wraps his arms around Ryan’s neck. “I don't care. Just, please…”
“Mm? Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me.”
Ryan smiles, pleased. Shane gives him a smile of his own in return, and fuck, Ryan can’t wait anymore. He guides Shane down onto his dick, watching Shane’s face with adoration as he closes his eyes, mouth hanging open as Ryan slowly, deliberately pulls him down, breaching him.
When Shane is sitting flush against him, Ryan takes off his own shirt.
“This is about to get messy,” he says with a grin, tossing his shirt aside. He kisses Shane’s glistening lips, hands roaming his back and chest. Shane’s starting to quiver on top of him; his hands draw goosebumps out of his skin. “Are you ready, big guy?”
Shane nods. He grabs the hair on Ryan’s nape, loosely, getting ready.
With his hands gripping Shane’s ass, Ryan pulls him up and down easily enough. Shane lets out a surprised moan, and Ryan keeps going, increasing the pace as he works Shane on his lap. It’s not that hard to keep a good rhythm, and he feels more satisfied than ever with the work he’s been putting at the gym - Shane is bouncing on his lap in no time, half-lidded eyes on him. Ryan is grunting in part with the effort but mostly because of how good Shane feels around him. It’s tight, despite all their play before, and so fucking wet and warm. Shane is entirely his in that moment, letting Ryan handle his entire body, all right angles and firm muscles, and it’s so mindblowingly hot.
It’s when Ryan slows down enough to release his grip on Shane’s hips that he reaches for his dick. He starts thrusting up, finding purchase for his feet on the bed, at the same time that he envelops Shane’s thick cock with his hand. Shane completely melts then, moaning against his neck; he gives up trying to keep himself upright, it seems, just leaning on Ryan as Ryan pounds into him and pumps his member in a tight grip.
When Shane comes, it feels like he will never stop. His already considerable load seems to double in volume, and Ryan makes sure to see him through the end of his orgasm, milking his dick to the last drop. It spurts on both of their stomachs, their chests, and on Ryan’s hand.
“Jesus,” Ryan says. He’s still thrusting up - now, with urgency - and he uses both hands to grab Shane’s hips and slam him down to meet his own hips. “Fuck, Shane, I’m—”
He feels Shane kissing his neck, lazily, tongue playing on his skin, and that’s when he comes undone. Ryan grunts as he gives a few last pointed thrusts upwards, marveling at the sensations coursing through his body. He can't remember a time that he felt better than this. His entire body feels like it's made of electricity and heat. When he finally stops, he starts running his hands over Shane’s sides in gentle strokes.
“Don’t sleep on me,” he warns, smiling when Shane chuckles weakly against him. “I’m serious, there’s come everywhere, we need to change the sheets.”
“This is all your fault, anyway,” Shane’s voice comes out raspy, and he clears his throat. “God, Ryan, you outdid yourself.”
Ryan pulls Shane back a bit, just so they can see each other’s faces. The look of pure bliss in Shane’s face is more than Ryan can handle; he kisses him, overtaken with love and gratitude, “And you did amazing. Like, really amazing. I don’t think I can put into words how gorgeous you were just now.”
“I’m probably the color of chili pepper right now,” Shane jokes, making Ryan laugh. “Jesus,” he says, looking down at themselves. “I think I’ve never come this hard.”
“Welcome to the wonders of prostate milking.”
Shane finally lifts himself up, letting Ryan slip out of him. He whimpers and needs to lean on Ryan to keep himself on his knees and not topple over. “Well, you did a wonderful job because my legs aren’t even responding the way they’re supposed to respond.”
Laughing, Ryan helps him up and out of bed. They stand together, and Shane doesn’t seem like he wants to let go of Ryan just yet - he caresses Ryan’s face, then dips down to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” he says against his lips.
“Anytime, baby,” Ryan replies. He grins, “Thank you for trusting me with that beautiful ass of yours.”
Shane laughs, eyes crinkling. “You’re an idiot.”
“I know," Ryan says, smiling. "And I love you too."
Reed pushed Shane down against the bed, both boys breathing heavily.
"You sure about this?" Reed asked.
"Of course I'm sure, I prepped myself and everything." Shane grinned.
Reed nodded, reaching for a condom as Shane leaned settled, parting his legs. Reed looked at Shane cautiously, and said boy huffed fondly at Reed's timidness, reaching for the condom and rolling it onto Reed's cock.
Shane nodded encouragingly at Reed, who rested his hands on Shane's thighs, parting his legs further. Reed pushed in slowly, careful not to hurt Shane.
Shane's head tipped backwards, whimpering at the stretch. It hurt, yes, but the way Reed was kissing his neck and stroking his hair helped to distract him from the pain. Shane moaned as Reed bottomed out, his back arching gracefully.
"Move Reed," Shane panted. "Please, oh god."
Reed nodded, panting as he slowly pulled out, before snapping his hips forwards. Shane gasped and Reed stilled, afraid that he had gone too fast.
"No, no, keep going."
Reed started moving again, pressing his lips against Shane's collarbone. Shane wrapped his legs around Reed's slender waist, trying to pull him deeper. Shane mewled, eyes fluttering closed from the sheer pleasure of feeling the drag of Reed's cock inside him.
Reed's thrusts sped up a little as Reed hitched Shane's hips higher. Shane barely muffled his scream as Reed's cock brushed against his prostate. Reed took a moment to just look at Shane; to look at the beautiful boy coming apart underneath him.
Why hadn't they done this sooner?
Reed skimmed a hand down Shane's chest, wrapping it around his cock. It only took a few gentle strokes before Shane's back was arching, toes curling as he came. The feeling of Shane cleching around his cock was enough to send Reed over the edge as well, keening into Shane's shoulder.
Reed gently pulled out, Shane whining at the slight pain until Reed soothed him with soft kisses. Reed removed and tied the condom, throwing it...somewhere (he didn't really care where it landed) before snuggling up to Shane.
Shane pulled the covers around them, tucking his head under Reed's chin.
