#shawnxreader

[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…

“Honey, I’m home!”

You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.

You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.

“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.

You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”

He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”

You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”

He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”

“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.

All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”

Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”

“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.

“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”

You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.

“Go get it.”

Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.

“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”

You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.

“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.

“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”

“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.

“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.

“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.

He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.

“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.

“And…?”

You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”

“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.

“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.

“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”

The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?

“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.

“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.

“I promise!”

“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”

Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.

“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”

Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…

~*~

“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”

You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”

“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

[brilhantineybag]

DOENTE  - shawn mendes shawn x reader

( primeiro imagine postado aqui vindo diretamente do watt, espero que gostem - aceitando pedidos ) - desculpe se tiver erros

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Infelizmente hoje eu acordei muito gripada, com o nariz escorrendo e tossindo várias vezes

O que mais está me preocupando é que shawn iria vir aqui, e agora do jeito que eu estou é melhor deixá-lo em casa sozinho mesmo

Não quero correr o risco de fazer meu namorado que é um cantor ter que parar a tour por ficar tossindo no meio da música

E foi só pensar nele que o bendito já estava me ligando

- oi amor - respondi assim que atendi a ligação

- oi linda, sua voz tá mais fina você tá bem? - ele respondeu

Que fofinho ele reparou

- eu peguei uma gripe shawnie, não vai dar mais pra você vir aqui - respondi com a voz manhosa

- e por que não vou pode ir aí pra cuidar da minha namorada?

- você pode acabar pegando também e é bem provável que estrague seus shows - o respondi

- mais meu amor você está doente eu não posso te deixar sozinha nessas condições - ele retrucou tentando ter razão

- e eu não posso correr o risco de você ficar gripado, sei o quanto gosta de cantar e ficar afastado com certeza não é algo que você deseja, ou é?

- ninguém gosta de ficar assim S/n, ainda mais sozinha em casa e sem um namorado pra fazer uma sopinha - ele respondeu forçando a voz pra ficar com o tom mais fofo no final

- não é pra você vir e acabou, melhor um doente do que dois - sentenciei e acabei a conversa

- tudo bem, mais você vai ter que ficar me atualizando de como está a cada cinco minutos tudo bem? - respondeu preocupado

- Tabom amor, te vejo pessoalmente quando melhorar e espero que seja logo - sussurei a última parte

- eu tambem amor, não esqueça das mensagens

Murmurei um tchau e terminamos a ligação, como não tinha nada mais interessante pra fazer decidi pegar um livro qualquer pra ler

Não deu nem 20 minutos e bateram na minha porta e que quando abri tive uma surpresa

- o que está fazendo aqui shawn?

- vim ajudar meu amorzinho - respondeu e já foi entrando em casa com sacolas de farmácia e mercado

E mais uma vez percebi que não adianta contrariar o shawn quando ele quer fazer algo

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[shawnsjustso]

Angel

Hey y’all! Sooo, quick preface: This is my first time writing smut, so it’s probably god awful, but I tried my best on it, so let’s hope it’s not “rip out your eyes” awful, yeah? I would love feedback on how I could improve! Thanks so much, xoxo - el

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Length: 2.3k words

Warnings: uh, sex, language, you know. the works.

The music playing through the speakers pounded in your ears, mixing with the consistent hum of people talking around you. You’re not entirely sure what you’re doing here, at this party, but you knew one thing: you were bored out of your mind. Your best friend, Olivia, had forced you to join her at this party, only to disappear as soon as the lights went low. You stared into your daiquiri, letting your finger trail around the rim, wishing you were anywhere else.

“Another gin and tonic?”

“You think I’d ever say no to that, Brian?”

You suddenly halted your movements, bringing your eyes up from your drink and trailing them toward the voice you’d know anywhere. The room was dark, but you recognized him as soon as you caught sight of him, his hair just the right amount of messy, curls staying together perfectly, save for one hanging in front his of face. You slowly smiled, remembering how it felt to have your fingers tangled in those curls, to tug at them and listen to him groan in your ear as he hit just the right spot to make you lose all control. You glanced back down at your drink, smirked, and quickly threw back the remaining amount of liquid. You grabbed a wine cooler, and made your way toward him.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing with my own two eyes right now, Shawn Mendes, perfect angel and absolute doll,” You gasped, feigning surprise. He chuckled lowly, turning away from his friend to look at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Brian wander off somewhere else.

“I can see you’ve not changed one bit,” He commented, smirking at you. He gestured at the Gucci belt you adorned on your waist and the Yves Saint Laurent clutch you held in your perfectly manicured hand. “Still a spoiled bitch then, huh?” You rolled your eyes.

“Good observational skills, Mr. Mendes. I’ll have to add that to the list of things everyone loves about you.”

You and Shawn had quite the history, really. You met him while you were in college, and you were instantly drawn to his good-boy image and how positively lovely everyone seemed to find him. The two of you began hooking up, and the adrenaline rush of watching the known “perfect little angel” walk around your apartment with scratch marks trailing down his back and hickeys covering his chest from the night before became addicting. You loved the high of catching him after one of his tutoring sessions (of course he was a fucking tutor) and him pushing you against the brick wall of the music building where he knew no one could see the two of you, fucking you on his fingers, whispering the most sinful things in your ear as you came undone for him. Unfortunately, the bliss of having him as your friend with benefits didn’t last long. You found the two of you getting extremely close. You would spend more and more time together, time that wasn’t only spent on sex, and you panicked. You weren’t ready for a relationship, so you left. You ignored his calls, his texts, whenever you saw him around campus, you’d quickly turn the other way. You simply disappeared from his life without a warning. You’d heard plenty of rumors though, so you knew how much he resented you for it.

“You always loved that, didn’t you? Loved the fact that the good boy fucked you better than anyone else ever could? You got off on it,” He paused to take a sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact with you over the cup. “You’re the one who left, though. Even though you knew, no, you know, I treated you like a princess. Every. Single. Time.” You could feel an all too familiar heat growing between your legs, the feeling you knew only he could get out of you, and let the alcohol take over your decisions. You scoffed at him, leaning closer to his ear, not missing the way he looked over your boobs that were practically spilling out of your shirt. As you moved closer into him, you let your hand trail up his jean clad thigh, hooking your finger through one of his belt loops.

“Why don’t you prove to me you still can, angel?” You whispered, your lips grazing his ear as you pulled away.

He didn’t hesitate to grab hold of your wrist, pulling you after him as he weaved through the crowds of people. You could feel the curious stares of people as you walked out the door, but you didn’t care. All that currently occupied your mind were the fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the uber.

To say the ride to Shawn’s apartment was excruciating would be an understatement. By the time you stumbled in the apartment building and made your way to the elevator, you were almost fucking shaking.

“You know, I can practically feel you staring at my ass right now,” You scoffed, beginning to turn to look at him behind you, but the elevator dinged to signal it’s arrival. You walked in, swaying your hips, and you turned to look at him. However, before you could get a good look at him, you felt your back press against the cool wall, and a hand snake around your throat.

“Is that so, Princess?” He whispered, before pressing his lips roughly to yours. You don’t hesitate to tangle your fingers in his hair, whimpering as he lets his hands trail from your neck down your side and to your ass, feeling you under his palm, grabbing at you harshly and needily. You could feel his hard length pressing against your thigh, and you revelled in the sigh that escaped his lips when you ground into him. When the elevator doors opened again, he pulled you in front of him, your ass flush with his hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He didn’t stop kissing your neck, rolling his hips into yours, guiding you toward his door while he licked and nipped at your skin as if it were oxygen and he was drowning. You knew your neck was going to be covered in hickeys, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop him.

“Shawn, people are going to see us,” You spoke quietly, biting your lip to contain the moans that threatened to spill over your lips. He groaned, pulling you closer into him as he fumbled with the lock of his door.

“I don’t fucking care.”

Once you were in the apartment, you pulled away from him, bending over to slip off your shoes, fully aware of the gaze Shawn held on you. He wasted no time on leading you to his bedroom, and pulling your lips to his once again. The kiss was hungry, teeth clashing and you knew your lips would be swollen, but you didn’t care. He let his hand trail back to your ass, squeezing twice before pulling away from you.

“Strip,” He said, crossing his arms. You could have laughed.

“Oh, fuck off, Mendes. What?” You asked, crossing your arms as well.

“I said,” He inched closer, then grabbed a handful of your hair, and pulled harshly. “strip.”  You gasped when he pulled your hair, mouth agape as you were forced to look at him. He only released his grip when you began undoing your belt, peeling your too-tight jeans off your legs. You wasted no time relieving yourself of your shirt, throwing your bra to some corner of the room, noticing that during your haste to get undressed, he’d discarded his clothes as well. You took the moment of peace to sit on the bed and take the sight of him in. You let your eyes shamelessly run over him, his toned chest and his abs, good god, those abs. You swear those abs alone could get you soaking. You dared to let your gaze travel even lower, falling on the prominent bulge contained in his boxers. You almost drool at the sight.

“Look at you,” Shawn said, crawling over you, forcing you to lay underneath him. “Underneath me again, looking like a little whore.” He brought his calloused hand up the inside of your thigh before resting it on your heat. You gasped and lifted your hips, silently begging for more. “God, princess, you’re fucking soaked,” He chuckled, slipping his fingers under the waistline of your black lace panties, pulling them down your legs. Shawn spent no more time teasing, pushing two of his fingers inside of you without warning, making you whine at the unexpected stretch. You instinctively closed your legs at the feeling, but Shawn brought his hand down on your thigh harshly. “Spread your legs, baby, I want to see how wet I’ve got you.”

You moan loudly, the feeling of Shawn’s fingers rubbing against your spot roughly making you dizzy with pleasure. You let your eyes roll back, but then you felt his mouth on your nipple, and you swear you see stars. Shawn lets his tongue swirl around the swollen nub before closing his lips around it and grazing his teeth against it.

“Jesus, Shawn,” You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Just fuck me, I’m not going to break,” You whimpered, lifting your hips to meet his hand. He brought his hand down on the inside of your thigh once again, groaning lowly. Shawn pulled his fingers from your heat, maintaining eye contact with you as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. When he was finished licking his fingers clean, he finally peeled the last piece of his clothing from his body, leaving the two of you completely exposed to each other. He wrapped his tattooed hand around his cock, the beauty of the swallow tattoo contrasted by the filthiness of the situation. He lined himself up with your entrance, teasing your folds with the tip of his hard length, watching the way your body squirms underneath him.

“You still taste so sweet for me, you know that?” He groaned before pushing himself into you with no warning, bottoming out. The moans the erupted from the two of you were everything but subtle, your bodies making up for the years without the other’s intoxicating touch. “Still so fucking tight around me,” Shawn spoke, lifting your leg so it rested atop his shoulder, pounding into you even harder. Your hands were moving rapidly, trying to find something, anything to hold onto, and eventually, your fingers curled into the pillow under you. He was fucking you quickly and deeply, his hard cock hitting you in just the right spot, making you cry out.

“Fuck, Shawn, fuck, please, please, please don’t stop,” You whimpered, your voice high pitched and whining, your eyes screwed shut as you buried your face in your arm. Shawn brought his hand from your leg to your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Look at me, look at who’s fucking you like this,” He growled. “Who’s fucking you like this, like the little slut you are?”

“Yo-you, Shawn,” You gasped, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open to look at him. His face was flushed, his sweaty curls stuck to his forehead, and his features were hard and sharp. He squeezed around your throat again, not completely pleased with your answer.

“Who’s making you feel so good, honey? Who’s pussy is this?”

“Fuck, you, you are, it’s yours, daddy,” You moaned, remembering just how much he loves to have control. The way his hard thrusts quickly became sloppy proved your memory correct. You knew he was going to cum soon. Shawn’s hand moved from your throat to between your legs, his fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit. You were a writhing mess underneath him at this point, your words becoming mindless babbles as you lost yourself in pleasure. “I-I’m gonna cum, Shawn, daddy, please keep going, fucking hell, please.”

Your body was shaking uncontrollably, and Shawn leaned back in close to you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, surprisingly tender, leaving you shocked. You quickly forget about it, though, as he attached his lips to yours while you came undone beneath him. Your nails dragged down his back, inevitably leading to marks that would stay until the morning, and you swear you cum harder at the thought. He groans loudly as he cums, spilling inside of you, thrusting into you through his high.

“Fuck,” He groans, pulling out from you. You wince at the loss, watching him disappear into the bathroom you didn’t notice before. After a few moments, he returned with a towel, silently making his way toward you, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded, letting him clean you up. When he finishes, you can feel the bed dip beside you. “Wow.”

“Yeah,” You breathe, not moving.

It’s silent. You contemplate getting up and leaving, but you had no idea what to do. Do you leave? Do you say something? Hey, thanks for the fuck, see you! Also, sorry for ditching you a while ago, it happens though! Just as you were about to get up and quickly get dressed, preparing for your walk of shame, he spoke.

“Why did you leave?” You froze.

“It’s a long story, to be completely honest,” You spoke, rolling onto your side to look at him. You studied his profile, feeling a familiar ache in your chest, reminding you exactly of why you left. He turned his head and stared at you for a moment.

“Stay the night? We can talk about it over breakfast,” He whispered, you suddenly becoming hyper-aware of the close proximity between the two of you. You ran through the possibilities in your head, thinking of all the negatives that could come from this. You could fall again, your heart could break, you could be made a fool. Or, you could wake up to him in the morning and let it happen.

“Okay,” You whispered, and pressed your lips to his.

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Duet Partners

Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut 18+

Word Count: 6k

authors note: :et me know what you think, this is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I would LOVE some feedback! It’s also not proof-read so if there’s any errors jumping out at you, take it easy on me! :) 

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"Road trippin, summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind," she sang out loud to no one but her shower. As she was dancing around to the music playing through her speakers, she started to hear him too.

"Yeah, let's roll with it, radio kick it louder we're at it again," the unknown voice sang out the lyrics through the wall. Y/n didn't know whether to be freaked out or completely enamored by the voice. Deciding to go with the latter and just enjoy the chance to finally have a duet, she continued on with her singing too.

Later that week, y/n was completely drained. Work had taken it all out of her.  Her awful and degrading boss let them know that they were behind on finishing their research and in order for the team to meet their deadline, y/n needed to put in extra hours in order to make sure all of the codings was finished. She thought that working with her favorite psychology professor on his research would be the best way to spend her summer and still get ahead for the next school year. She didn't realize that it would make her start to hate that professor and take the fun out of something she was so passionate about.

As she stepped into her shower to wash the stress and anxiety from the week away, she heard the angelic voice of her neighbor. This time, instead of singing Dan + Shay or any of the oldies she'd been singing all week, he starting to sing something that sounded very new and unfamiliar to her.

"Sunrise with you on my chest, no blinds in the place where I live," he sang through the wall. "Daybreak open your eyes, cause this was only ever meant to be for one night."

As she sat there on the floor of her bathtub, letting the water hit her face, she couldn't help but let the emotion he had in his voice as he was singing, hit her like a truck. Suddenly every feeling or thought she had bottled up during the last week came billowing out of her like flood waters. She started uncontrollably sobbing and while she tried to quiet it a bit, the walls in her apartment were thin and her neighbor inevitably heard it.

She noticed he had stopped singing which made her cry more, "Of course he heard me cry," she thought to herself starting to sob harder. "I scared him away and now we're probably never going to sing together again."

Y/n stood up and decided to pull herself together to finish the shower. Once she was done, she decided that today she was going to allow herself to eat like shit and go to bed super early. She deserved it. Y/n got out of the tub, quickly dried off, put on baggy, yet comfortable, clothes and grabbed her phone to call the Chinese restaurant down the street that delivered.

As she got off the phone with the sweet lady at the Chinese restaurant, she instantly sat down on her couch, getting comfortable for a night in and binging her favorite shows on Netflix. A whole night of not thinking about research! Once she got situated though, she heard a knock on her door. "The Chinese is already here?" She questioned out loud. "That was fast."

When she answered the door though, she was shocked to find one of the most beautiful looking men ever standing outside her door. Looking at him, she realized his face was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where she'd seen it before. "Uh," she mumbled out. "You're not the delivery guy..."

"Ha-ha," he laughed causing her breath to catch in her throat. "No, I'm not, I'm your neighbor." He pointed at the apartment next door causing her face to heat up.

"Oh no," she mumbled, embarrassment covering her features. "I'm sorry, you've been hearing me sing and now cry."

"Don't be sorry, I've really been enjoying the company." He said, eyes widening with the realization of what he said. "What I mean is it's nice to finally put a face to the voice I've been duetting with the last week."

"I'm y/n," she said smiling as she stretched her hand out to shake his. "I had an emotional breakdown today and I'm sorry if that scared you or freaked you out."

"I'm Shawn and it definitely didn't scare me, I was definitely worried though. I don't think I've ever heard someone cry that loud, especially someone who was a wall away. It sounded like you were right next to me and I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were okay."

"Thank you," y/n mumbled looking down. As she glanced back up, she noticed the delivery man bringing up her Chinese food. As she handed him the money in exchange for the food, she looked at Shawn, "I ordered way too much food, are you hungry?"

"Starving," he said smiling down at her and following her into the apartment. As she walked into her apartment towards the kitchen to grab some plates, she began to feel self-conscious about everything she had in there. Was it clean enough? Did it look too girly? Was he going to think that she was some kind of weirdo?

"You have a really cool place," Shawn said walking over to her record player to see what kind of records she had.

"Oh, thank you. It's not much but I like it here," she said releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "How long have you lived here, Shawn?"

"About a month now. I wanted somewhere out of the way where not a lot of people would recognize me. I wanted a safe place and that's what this has become for me," he said, getting comfortable on your couch.

"Man you're full of ego, especially if you think people will recognize you everywhere. Think you're a celebrity or something?" She said in a joking matter.

"Do you not know who I am?" He asked genuinely curious as to whether or not she actually knew who he was.

"Am I supposed to?" She asked. "Just to clarify, I don't mean that in a bitchy way either. I just... Who are you, Shawn?"

"Wow," he said smiling, showing all of his teeth. "This is awesome."

"Are you not going to tell me who you are?" She asked smiling back. His smile was contagious, and it ignited a flame inside of her.

"Not yet," he said grabbing the takeout container from her hand and opening it. "I want to get to know you first."

"Okay, I'm going to hope I didn't just let a serial killer into my home," she said grabbing a bag full of crab Rangoon’s. "Do you want to watch a show while we eat?"

"Depends on what show," He said with a serious look on his face. "If it's anything other than Atypical... Probably not."

"I guess we're going to start Atypical," she said laughing. The duo ate in silence, becoming insanely enamored in the show. Before she knew it, they were done with the first season.

"Shawn," y/n said looking over at him. "We can't be friends."

"What?" He asked, looking like he was a dog who had just been kicked. "Why?"

"We can't be friends because I'm now obsessed with that stupid show and I already have too many shows to be obsessed with," she said matter of factly, a small smile growing on her face.

"Oh my god," he said sighing. "I thought you actually hated my company or something and was just being nice until it was over. Thank god you're just dramatic."

"Hey now!" She said lightly punching him on his arm. "I definitely want to be friends. I had a really shitty week at work, and you were here for a few hours and suddenly I forgot everything that made me breakdown. I'm definitely keeping you around for a bit. At least until I'm done with my summer job!"

"Hey, glad I could help. I should probably get going, though," he said glancing at his phone. "It's already midnight and I'm sure you have to work or something tomorrow."

"I guess, you're probably right," she said getting up to take their trash into the kitchen. "Hey, Shawn?"

"Yeah, y/n?"

"What was that song you were singing today?"

"Just something that came across my Apple Music recommended. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it was beautiful. I'm not sure whether the lyrics resonated with me or just the passion you had while singing it but nevertheless, I loved it," she said, looking across the room to where he was standing.

"Before I go, give me your phone," he said reaching out to grab it from her hands. "Text me and let me know when you want to hang out again. I'll be around for the next few weeks so I'm basically free whenever."

"Okay, thank you for coming over tonight. I didn't realize how much I needed a friend until now," she said walking towards Shawn and enveloping him into a hug.

"No problem, Hun," he said hugging her tighter and kissing her on the top of the head. "I'm excited to be friends. Now, go get some sleep. I'll be next door if you need anything."

She walked him to the door, locking it as it closed behind him. As she walked towards her bed, she couldn’t help but feel happy. Happier than she had been in a very long time. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t have to think about the research she had grown to loathe or maybe it was because she had finally been able to laugh with someone and make jokes that didn’t revolve around school. What she knew though, was that it definitely had something to do with the brown haired, brown eyed, handsome man who had just walked into her heart as unexpected as it could be.

Y/n woke up the next morning not even remembering when she had fallen asleep. With the most refreshing night’s sleep, she’d had months, y/n, for the first time in as long as she could remember, woke up with a clear mind and a clear head. She instantly grabbed her phone to check the time, 7:32 am. “Thank god,” she thought to herself. “I have an hour before I have to leave.”

She got up and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Her morning routine was simply because she didn’t need to look too fancy while at work. After all, she sat behind a two-way mirrored wall and watched the research participants so she could code their behaviors. Once she was finished getting ready, she walked to the kitchen where she made herself a breakfast consisting of yogurt, granola, and freshly cut strawberries. Feeling ready to start the day, y/n put on a jacket and grabbed her purse as she headed out the door.

Once she was finally done with work for the week, y/n felt relieved. Two whole days where she didn’t have to deal with work. Maybe this would mean she could hang out with Shawn. She was in a trance when it came to him, he was mysterious but completely charming. And his company was incomparable to any other friend she’d had in the past.

As she got in her car, she debated whether she should call Shawn. Even though they had just met, she was beyond comfortable in his presence. While she was excited to be his friend, she was also nervous and scared. She fell in too deep with everyone she came in contact with whether that meant with friends or even boyfriends. Y/n found it hard to love someone minimally. If they were her friend, she wanted to make sure everything they wanted in life would come to them, she wanted to make sure they always knew she cared, and she always wanted to be in their life. Sometimes with her boyfriends, she would end up scaring them away because she just loved so deeply and with everything she had. Y/n was afraid. Afraid of wanting to be a friend to Shawn more than he wanted to be a friend with her or worse, falling in love with him while he only saw her as a friend. So she decided not to call Shawn, at least not today. Not this soon.

She went home and decided to give her apartment some tender loving care, anything to take her mind off of Shawn for a bit. Y/n lit a few candles and started dusting and vacuuming the whole place. Once she was done vacuuming the carpets, she took to doing her laundry and cleaning her bathroom. While in the bathroom she started to blast her music, today’s pick: Bob Marley. An hour later, y/n was exhausted and finished cleaning, so she decided to go sit on the couch and read a book. Thirty pages into the book, she heard a knock at the door for the second night in a row.

“Hello- oh, Shawn, hi,” she said startled by the sad look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to text you to see if you wanted to finish watching Atypical tonight, but then I realized I didn’t have your number. I don’t have your number because you never texted me,” he said obviously hurt.

“Shawn, come in,” she said sighing and opening the door fully so he could enter the room. “I was going to, honest.”

“It’s okay if you weren’t,” Shawn said looking down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “I think I just think everyone wants to be friends as much as I do, and I just hurt myself every time that that’s not the case.”

“I can assure you, I was definitely going to text you earlier,” she said grabbing his hand, trying to will away the sparks she felt, and leading him towards her couch. “I do the same thing, I always want to be someone’s friend to the fullest extent of the word. But I just figured with you, you’re such a nice guy and I just assumed you were being extra nice last night because you heard me cry. I want to be your friend, I really do. I just- “

“You just… what?”

“I just didn’t want to scare you away with the way I am with friends. I’m all in or nothing. I don’t do ‘kind of friends,’” she said quoting the words. “I am friends with everything I have, I want nothing but everything good in the world for my friends. I end up relying on my friends too much that I push them away, every time. All my friends say I’m too much to handle, I’m too clingy, or that I expect too much. You don’t need that, nor did you ask for that.”

“Y/n, you’re so fucking mental,” Shawn said laughing.

“Are you laughing at me?” She asked with her mouth hanging open. “What an asshole.”

“You’re the coolest person ever and we’ve only hung out once. I need someone who expects a lot out of me because it keeps me accountable. I want someone who’s clingy because I’m a clingy friend. Such a cling friend, it’s ridiculous,” he said, his face going from happy to more serious. “I’m gone a lot, I need to have people in my life who are real and down to earth. People who stay the same because my surroundings change so often. Don’t worry, I wasn’t just nice to you because you were crying. That was just an excuse for me to come over and introduce myself.”

Y/n gasped, lightly punched his arm as she looked up at his smiling face.

“Okay, give me your phone then,” she said. Once she got a hold of it, she typed in her number and set her name as ‘y/n ur bestie’ and took a selfie to set as her contact photo. “Now we’re officially best friends.”

Shawn grabbed y/n’s arm, pulling her on top of him and wrapping her in the tightest embrace. One that took her breath away. She inhaled deeply and it took everything in her not to cry again. Why was she getting emotional?

“Goddammit!” She cried out letting go of Shawn, wiping a tear away.

“Oh Hun,” Shawn said pulling her back towards him, holding her tighter. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Shawn, I’m finally happy again, I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve had a real friend, someone I could tell cared about me,” she admitted feeling naked and exposed.

"Look, I know we don't know each other very well but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone," Shawn said, pulling away and holding y/n by her shoulders to look her in the eyes. “You deserve a good friend, you shouldn’t have to deal with everything by yourself. I’m here to take away some of your pain. How about we finish Atypical now?”

“I’d like that, thank you Shawnie,” She mumbled out the new nickname, smiling up at Shawn trying to pick up his reaction.

“Shawnie, eh?” He questioned. “I like it.”

The pair began to hang out almost daily which made y/n unbelievably happy and the anxieties and daily struggles, while still there, didn’t take over her life to the same extent anymore. After six months of hanging out, y/n was growing unbelievably attached, but she wasn’t afraid of the outcome anymore. In her mind, she was excited to experience a beautiful friendship with Shawn that she wasn’t able to experience before. In her heart though, she was beginning to fall in love and that was scaring her.

“Shawn, no really,” she said looking at him with a serious expression. “There’s no way that One Direction won’t come back, it’ll probably be like the Jonas Brothers. They’re going to be apart probably six or eight years but eventually, they’re going to come back together.”

“No way, I don’t believe that. You can tell they’re really enjoying their lives right now. Complete freedom to do what they want? They’re not going to give that up,” Shawn said matter of factly.

“Ugh, how would you know! You’re not even a directioner,” she mumbled out, rolling her eyes at her best friend.

“I’m really close with Niall, so trust me Sista. I’d know,” he said nonchalantly, glancing down at her for a second.

“Pft, yeah right and I’m close with Demi Lovato,” y/n said laughing until she looked up at Shawn and noticed him staring at her with a straight face. “Shawn, how in the hell would you be friends with Niall Horan and why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Y/n…do you still not know who I am?” He asked.

“You’re Shawnie, my best friend. You hate tomatoes. You have the coolest little sister. You’re from Toronto but you’re living here in California in order to work on music. You’re the most caring human I’ve ever met and you’re always there for me when I need you, even at two am. Shawn, I know who you are,” she said, annoyed that he would ever question what she knew about him.

“No you silly girl,” he sighed. “I’m Shawn Mendes. I started putting covers on YouTube and then eventually I got a record deal. I’ve toured the world and I’ve been nominated for Grammy’s… I’m not trying to make it into the music industry, I’ve definitely made it into the industry. I’m just trying to make another album and go on a world tour…”

“You dick,” she mumbled standing up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Shawn sighed, following her.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that sooner? Jesus Christ, every time you said you were working on music were you the ‘studio,’” she said, putting quotes around the studio. “Why didn’t you want me to know who you were?”

“I was hesitant at the beginning,” he began, moving to the cabinet to pour himself a glass of water. “I was afraid you’d want to be my friend because of my fame and not because of who I am. And then things were just so good between us that I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid that it would change things between us.”

“I’m not that shallow Shawnie,” she said stepping across the kitchen to wrap her arms around his middle. “You’re my best friend. You being a worldwide sensation isn’t going to change that. I do need to watch your covers on YouTube, and you will need to play me your discography. No more hiding things from me, you can trust me. I’ve told you all of my deepest darkest secrets. I’m not going to force you to tell me yours, but just know that I’m here for you Shawnie, always.”

“Fuck, you’re the best,” he mumbled into her hair. “Just so you know, my covers, they’re old and I’m a fetus in them. And I’ll play you my discography, I’d be more than happy to.”

“I’m excited about your covers. Actually, now that you mention it, I bet little fetus Shawnie is the cutest version of you, yet!”

“You’re ruthless,” Shawn said rolling his eyes and watching his best friend wonder back into the living room and turning on the TV.

While watching his videos, y/n’s love for Shawn grew four sizes bigger and she didn’t even know that was possible. How was it possible to only know this man for six months, but be completely and utterly in love?

“Y/n?”

“Hm,” she said looking up, Shawn’s voice interrupting her train of thought.

“There is something I need to tell you,” Shawn said, rubbing the back of his neck a sign that he was nervous.

“What’s that bub?”

“Next week, I have to go to New York City… There’s some press for my upcoming tour along with some radio interviews and stuff…”

“Okay,” she answered, not understanding where he was headed with this.

“I’m going to be gone for two weeks.”

“Oh…”

“But we can facetime every day and anytime you need me I’ll answer,” Shawn rushed out.

“Shawn, I’m not a child. I can handle myself, I’m not going to break if you’re not here for two weeks. I’ll be fine. Do your thing,” y/n said, grimacing at how rude it sounded, but already feeling the effect of Shawn’s absence even though he was right next to her.

“Um, okay,” Shawn said reaching to put his arm around y/n so they could finish watching their movie.

“I don’t really feel good,” y/n said, jumping up as soon as she felt Shawn’s arm around her. “I think I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

“Oh,” Shawn said, face deflating as he realized she was hurt and didn’t want to hang out with him any longer tonight. “I’ll go back to my place then. I’ll call you tomorrow and check up on you, okay?”

“Goodnight, Shawn.”

As she locked the door behind Shawn, she broke down into tears. How could he keep this from her for so long? If he had told her sooner, she would have been able to spend more time with him before he went to New York, now they only had four days before he had to leave. And who knows how long his world tour was going to be.

Y/n walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, as she took her clothes off and stepped into the shower, her tears started to come down harder. In typical fashion, y/n sat down on the floor letting the hot water cascade around her and wash away the tears as soon as they fell. “Why did you make me love you,” she sobbed out. Once the tear quit falling the water turned cold, y/n stepped out of the shower to hear someone banging on her door. She pulled on a robe and walked towards the door.

As she looked out the window, she noticed that it was Shawn standing outside her apartment for the second time tonight. “Shawn,” she said as she opened the door. “I told you, I don’t feel good.”

“Bullshit,” he responded.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, bullshit,” He repeated as he stepped past you and into your apartment. “Did you forget the walls in these apartments are super fucking thin?”

“Jesus Christ,” she mumbled putting her face in her hands. “Shawn, please go home.”

“No, y/n. We need to talk,” Shawn said, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “I heard what you said while you were in the shower.”

“That’s embarrassing enough, we don’t need to talk about. You’re going to be in NYC in a few days anyway, now’s as good a time as any to figure out how to distance ourselves,” she said, tears already rebuilding in her eyes.

“You don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” She questioned, quickly wiping her eyes and avoiding looking at Shawn.

“I am fucking in love with you,” He yelled. “How do you not see that?”

“No you’re not,” she said shaking her head. “You’re not in love with me.”

“Yes, y/n. I am so in love with you. I was so scared that if I told you I was leaving in four days, you’d pull back from me. I was afraid to lose you, that’s why I waited so long. I’m such an idiot. I just wanted to stay in this little bubble with you for as long as I possibly could. But you pulled back anyway and I’m such an idiot for not realizing that’s exactly what would happen.”

“You’re not an idiot, Shawnie,” she mumbled, finally meeting his eyes. “You should have told me you were leaving sooner, we could have made it, so we were spending more time together. I could have taken off work so I could say bye before you left, now it’s too late and I have work. I always want to spend time with you, always and I would have jumped at the opportunity to spend extra time with you, regardless of that reasoning behind it. God, you fucking dickhead. That’s why I was so mad at you earlier.”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Shawn said, sighing.

“I’m in love with you too, you know,” y/n said causing Shawn’s head to snap upward to meet her eyes. “That’s why you saying you were leaving hurt me so badly. I always depend on people too much and you not being around, I’m not stupid, I know that’s going to hurt. I just thought you’d never see me the way I see you and if I just distanced myself from you, I wouldn’t need to be so dependent on you when you were away and busy.”

“Y/n,” Shawn said grabbing her face in his hands. “I love that you need me. I find it so endearing and it makes me feel so good to know you need me or you’re thinking about me. You, distancing yourself from me, won’t make it easier for us. It’ll tear us both apart.”

“Shawnie,” she breathed out. “I’m sorry for how I reacted. I’m sorry for making it hard between us.”

“Oh baby,” Shawn said resting his forehead on hers. “Stop putting yourself down, I should have told you sooner and… How did we not notice our feelings for each other? Like we literally only spend time with one another.”

“I don’t know,” y/n said, trying to close the gap between the two. “Shawnie, kiss me.”

"The problem is," he said as he leaned closer, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd ever be able to stop."

"Well, then don't kiss me," she joked. "I need to breathe in order to live, thank you very much."

“Oh shut up,” Shawn said, closing the gap between them.

Once she felt his soft lips against hers, y/n’s body lit up. She could taste the popcorn they had been eating earlier in the night and she could feel his perfect little curl that always fell onto his face, against her skin. She had been dreaming of this moment from their first encounter. Before she knew it, his tongue was sweeping across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she happily obliged. He pulled her closer to him and they kissed each other harder. Shawn was a great kisser, but that’s not even the part that made her completely melt at his touch.

“Shawn,” she moaned out, breathless, her lungs in need of a moment to recover. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” he moaned out, catching his breath as he held her as close to him as he could, rubbing his nose against hers.

“Shawn Mendes, I love you,” she said as she giggled, grabbing his face to look into his eyes. “Make love to me.”

“Right now?”

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh baby, of course, I want to,” he said, rubbing his hands down her arms. “I just want to make sure you want to.”

“Take me to my room, Mendes.”

Shawn picked her up and carried her, bridal style, into her bedroom. As he placed her on the bed, her nerves began flooding through her body and her anxiety began to start screaming at her in her head. Even though it wasn’t her first time, it almost felt like it was. Everything seemed foreign and new to her, for the first time this wasn’t someone who was random or new to her, this was Shawn, her Shawn.

“Baby, I just want to ask one more time to make sure,” Shawn said, kissing her cheek. “You want this right?”

“Of course I want this,” She said, reassuring him with a kiss on the mouth. “I want you, I love you.”

Once he got the reassurance he needed, Shawn reached down to pull his shirt off which gave y/n the cue to take her robe off as well.  When she saw Shawn shirtless, she couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“Shawnie,” she moaned out, her panties dampening. “Why haven’t you taken your shirt off around me before!”

“Baby,” he said, laughing. “I didn’t know you loved me before.”

“Well I do, please let me touch you,” she said, reaching out to touch him. As she ran her hands up his torso, she couldn’t help but notice the tent growing in his sweatpants. With ever-growing confidence, y/n pulled his pants down and grabbed onto Shawn’s dick, making him groan out loud.

“Y/n, baby, you don’t have to- shit!” Shawn moaned, watching y/n’s mouth envelope his dick while looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Shawnie, I want to,” she said, removing him with a pop, before putting him back in her mouth.

“You’re doing so good for me baby,” He said, breathlessly, as he grabbed her hair out of her face. She started to hollow out her cheeks, saliva falling from her lips and onto the part of the dick she couldn’t hold. She wrapped her hands around what didn’t fit in her mouth and moaned at the feeling. She loved having Shawn’s cock in her mouth, she couldn’t get enough. She could feel his balls start to tighten up, so she quickened up her pace.

“Where would you like to cum, baby,” she asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “On my tits or in my mouth?”

“Oh my god, y/n, you’re insatiable,” Shawn said moaning at the thought of coming on you or with you at all. “Your tits, oh please your tits.”

“Okay baby, don’t worry,” y/n said going back to sucking him off. When she felt him get close again, she took him out of her mouth and quickly started jerking him off. When he started to come, he moaned out painting her chest with his seed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, moaning out each word. “You’re so good to me baby, so, so good to me. Now let me return the favor.”

“No Shawnie,” she whined. “You can eat me out later, right now, I need you to fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Shawn said, grabbing her underwear and pulling it down her legs. “Who made you this wet, huh, love?”

“Oh my god, you did daddy,” y/n moaned out, feeling Shawn run his finger up and down her slit, gathering her wetness. As she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth to taste her, she started to feel dizzy from arousal. “Shawn, baby, this is too much. Please just fuck me.”

“Do you have condoms, love?”

“Side table, top drawer,” she said, watching Shawn reach across her to grab the condom and roll it along his length. “You ready for daddy?”

“Fuck yes,” she groaned. As she felt him line himself up at her entrance, the last of her nerves washed away. It was the anticipation that was driving her mad now. Slowly, she felt him slide into her and she instantly felt the tightness. “Oh daddy, you’re so big.”

“Baby girl,” he said, groaning as he stilled inside of her, waiting for her to get comfortable. “You’re so tight, fuck!

“C’mon Shawn, please, you can move now.”

Once the words left her mouth, he began to fuck into her relentlessly. Y/n reached down to start massaging her clit to help her get to her orgasm sooner, noticing that Shawn (considering he was already sensitive from his previous orgasm) was going to reach his peak soon.

“No baby,” he mumbled, breathing heavily as he pounded into her. “Let me do it.”

He reached down to connect his fingers to her clit, the sensation driving her further towards her orgasm. Shawn’s fingers, were thicker than hers and, considering he played guitar, were able to move a little quicker bringing the fire to the pit of her belly considerably stronger.

“Oh my god, Shawn,” she moaned, struggling to hold her orgasm in. “I’m going to cum, daddy I’m going to cum!”

“It’s okay, baby,” Shawn said, his thrusts becoming sloppier too. “I’m going to cum too baby, let go, it’s okay.”

Shawn’s reassurance was all she needed, “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck!”

Once Shawn hit his release a few thrusts later, he pulled out, tied the condom and walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a warm washcloth. He gently started wiping away the mess she had made. Once they were both cleaned up, he made his way back to her bed.

“Thank you,” y/n whispered, afraid he might be going back to his place.

“No baby, thank you,” he said before kissing the top of her head and crawling back into bed. As he laid on his back, one arm around y/n and the other behind his head, Shawn said, “So Hun, considering we just did this all backward, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, you giant goof!” She said laughing before she got quiet. “So you’re leaving Monday morning, right?”

“Yeah, we’re going to spend all the time together that we can before I have to leave though,” he sighed, pulling her closer. “As I said, we will FaceTime every day and I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, always.”

“I know, I love you. I’m going to miss you.”

“I love you so much, I’m going to miss the fuck out of you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, oh and baby?” Shawn asked, turning his head to look at her.

“What’s up, love?”

“Daddy? Really?”

“Oh my god,” she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.

“It’s okay,” he said smirking as he leaned up towards ear, whispering, “I liked it.”

As soon as they were able to get comfortable in bed, they heard a knock at the door. Y/n jumped up, with a fearful expression. “Honey,” Shawn mumbled, “It’s already midnight, who could be here?”

“I don’t know?”

“Let me get it, okay?” Shawn asked, already in protective mode. Y/n followed him out to the living room, staying a few steps behind him as he opened the door.

“Y/n?” The male voice asked.

[shawnies-girl]

hey that ck kitchen pic has got me wanting a “making breakfast and Shawn walks in” imagine so badly as cheesy as that is. idk if you do smut but that’d be a-ok with me (just pls don’t leave the food cooking on the stove lol) thank you thank you for being a blessing

Request combined with this: Plzzz write something about Shawn’s pictures for CalvinKlein cause DAMN could be abt ANYTHING just plz do it- @kurreapormaranet

Lazy Sunday

pairing: Shawn x reader

⇢ genre: smut that’s it lol it’s graphic so beware

⇢ summary: The morning after leads to something more in the early hours of the morning for Shawn and his girlfriend.

The sun cast a warm glow through the window in your bead room. Slowly opening your eyes to the haze you become aware of your surroundings. A montage of the happenings of last night replay over in your head. With a shiver You look down to see the covers are off and so are your underclothes, in-fact the clothing is in piles across the floor leading to the bead. To the side of you are tuffs of brown hair that belong to your boyfriend Shawn. Shifting in the bead closing your eyes again you bask in the feeling. No commitments for the next three days for either of you. Total bliss for 73 hours. You cant remember the last time you had that much time to yourselves. A shiver runs down your spine when Shawn shifts pulling you way from your thoughts.

The glow in the room gets brighter the longer you stay still and slip into sleep again. His arm moves across your body pulling you close. The warmth of his skin providing a feeling of security. Sadly you were unable to fall back asleep due to the soft gurgling in your stomach. Reluctantly you carefully free your tangled limbs. Your toes curl as they touch the cold ground. You turn to make sure Shawn is still sleeping and make your way to the kitchen. The moment you arrive in your kitchen your greeted with sunshine poring in the window. Opening the fridge you get out the ingredients to make some eggs. Setting the stuff on the counter you move to get the pan. A few minutes go buy and the stove is finally hot. You crack the eggs into the pan and discard the shells.

In the bedroom Shawn slowly stirs awake. The light in the room causing him to squint his eyes. Looking to your side of the bed he sees your gone. A brief look of confusion crosses his features as he sees your not next to him. He sits up in the bead still trying to wake up. As he looks around the room he’s reminded of last night. Your clothes from yesterday lay strobe across the floor in various piles along with his. All of this due to the busy evening you had together after he arrived home from the airport. Memories of limbs and lips clashing together form in his head making a warmth spread through his body. He finds himself so consumed in the memory that he doesn’t realize he’s gone hard in his boxers until he here’s clanking outside of the door. A heavy sigh fills the air as he moves to go to the bathroom.

As you finish the eggs and put them aside you here the opening and closing of a door. You smile knowing that Shawn is finally awake and you make some coffee for him to have when he comes out.

The machine beeps as it finishes the last few drops of the brown liquid. Bustling around the kitchen you get a mug and gather the cream and sugar. Slowly you add them to the coffee one by one.

Turning around you bump into something hard. You pause for a moment taking him in. Your eyes raking up and down his body your attention is grabbed by white fabric stretched across his hips covering his manhood.

“Like what you see?” He smirks.

Taking a look up you see Shawn’s face. His brown orbs peer into yours causing you to step back. Shawn does the same and leans against the counter. As his muscles flex with his movements the glow from the morning sun seems to get brighter. His hand rises and he moves his finger to gesture for you to come closer.

“C’mere” He says with a rasp in his voice from sleep.

You find your self migrating towards him like your magnets coming together. When you reach him you raise your arms and rub your hands on his chest. Feeling the warm flesh under your hand you move closer pressing your chest to his.

“What about the coffee I made and the eggs?” You said turning your head to look at the food on the table

“Fuck breakfast your the only thing I want right now.”

His hands slipped around your waist lifting you onto the counter. You look into his eyes as he leans in connecting his lips with yours. You gasp when you feel him bite your lip letting him deepen the kiss. He groans in response when you pull on his strands of hair. Moving his hands to your thighs he lifts you again braking the kiss. You tighten your legs around his waist.

Waisting no time he pushes the door open with his foot a makes his way to your bead. He sits down with you in his lap facing him. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck and the brush of his lips. His hands coming to rest on your ass as you grind into him. You hands move to the nape of his neck softly tugging on the strands of hair as he sucks a bruise on to your neck. Shawn parts from your neck and leans you back enough to remove his shirt that you slept in. Once the fabric is gone the cool air in the room hardens you nipples sending goosebumps down your back. “God, look at you, such perfect tits.” He says admiring you as you sit on his lap like it’s a throne. You keen into his touch as he brushes his thumb across one grazing your nipple. You continue to grind your hips into his to create friction. Your actions elect a soft groan from Shawn. Feeling his manhood get hard you slide back further down his legs into the floor. You set your hands on his thighs spreading his legs enough for you to fit in between. In front of you his manhood his hidden under the white fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers. You look into his eyes as you slip your fingers inside the boxers. Using both hands you pull them down to free his cock. As the elastic band passes it hits his stomach and stays laying on him. You reach for it and lightly squeeze eliciting a groan from Shawn. The noise gives you a boost in confidence and you take him into your mouth. Sweeping your tongue around the head and over the slit. Shawn can’t hold the sounds back. One hand behind his back he holds himself up and the other hand comes to rest on your head. Bobbing your head up and down his length you pump with your right hand. Your left hand rests on his thigh. Releasing him from your mouth you lick a stripe up from the base to the shaft and kiss the head and suck it back in your mouth. The warmth and wetness has Shawn squirming and grunting in place. Moving your left hand it stops on his balls and gives a gentle squeeze. A deep moan raises from his chest as you continue to blow him. Not much time passes until his moans get really loud. His hand in your hair begins to push you down on to him as he gets closer to releasing. Looking up at him and blinking through your lashes his eyes catch yours. With a couple more pumps and a deep moan around his manhood Shawn finds himself releasing into your mouth. “Oh…fuck.” You swallow around his cock and lift your head up looking into his eyes. Shawn swears he could get hard looking at you face after you just sucked him off. “Look at you princess.” He said lifting your chin. You got up off your knees and stood in front of him. “Turn for me baby.” He said as he leaned back in his spot. You but your lip as you twirled for him. His hands found themselves not your his as you faced him again. Pulling you in his lips captured yours in n a kiss. You hands placed on either side of his face. Your right leg lists on to the bed and your left on on the other side. Shawn bit onto your bottom lip and then moved to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there. Wanting to speed things up Shawn’s hands tug on your shirt. Getting the hint you leaned back and lifted the shirt up off of your frame. Tossing the shirt across the room you turned back to Shawn who was leaned back on his elbows watching you perched on his lap. His dick still sitting hard against his abdomen in between your thighs. You leaned forward planting a light kiss on his lips before you return to an upright position. Taking him in your hand you pump him a few times and rub him against you to make him slick.

Finally you line him up and sink down on to his lap. Something between a moan and a grunt leaves him as he bottoms out. Placing your hands on his chest you get some leverage to lift yourself up and you slam back down. This causes you to moan out loud. Shawn looks at you with pure adoration as you bounce up and down on his cock in a steady pace. “Oh, you feel so good Shawn.” You mumble. “Ugh, fuck so do you baby.” He covers his face as you pick up speed. Your pace falters however and to keep the pleasure going Shawn picks up the slack. Holding onto your hips he slams up into you. The change in pace causing you to wimpier and moan in response. “Oh my gosh.” You moan out. “Huh, you like that tell me how much you want to cum, hmm?” He reached for your bundled nerves between your legs and rubes circles into it. “How much do you want to come all over my cock.” He asks you as he continues to rub in circles. “Uhh, so bad. I wanna cum so bad.” You whine into his neck. You squeeze your walls as you find yourself nearing an orgasm. Shawn grunts as his thrusts get sloppy. His finger relentlessly rubbing into you. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” You practically scream as his pace on your clit doesn’t slow. “Cum for me baby.” He says in your ear and almost instantly your body shudders as your orgasm hits you. Shawn gaveling not cum yet continues to thrust into you. “Please…it’s too much.” you say leaning to the side lifting your leg. Shawn is quick to move it back and reassure you he’s close. “I’m almost there princes hang on.” You moan in response. A second orgasm close because of the overstimulation. Your tighten your core and Shawn moans at the feeling. His abdomen tense as he’s about to release. “Please cum inside me.” You say looking him in the eyes. A grunt leaves his mouth before he thrusts back into you and releases his load in thick ropes. The feeling sending you over the edge and another shudder runs through your body. Not even bothering to get up you collapse on top of Shawn. He looked down at you and admires how beautiful his princes looked all fucked out. It’s like you have this glow and he can’t get enough of it.

After a few minutes you decide to move. “ I think it’s time to get some food.” You said standing a putting on your underwear. Shawn gets up fixing his Calvin Klein boxers before he lifts you up and plops you back into the midsize of the mattress. Curious you let him continue. He leaned down on the some of the bed and slides you closer to him and hooks his finger inside your underwear.

“I told you, fuck breakfast. The only meal I need is right here.”

[thesealishere]

Shawn Flynn X Reader: The Rose Series

Peach Roses: Appreciation, Closing the deal, Get Together, Sincerity

A low groan left the Irish toy maker as he sat up from where he’d passed out at his desk, how long had he been there? What time was it? He put his hand on his lower back, putting pressure on it as he leaned back till he felt a pop, that was better. He looked up to the clock to see that it was actually early the next morning, then he saw it out of the corner of his eye, there was a vase on his desk filled with peach colored rose… Or at least that’s what he thought they were, he could’ve been wrong. When’d that get there? It most certainly hadn’t been there before he fell asleep.

“The hell?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before spotting a card with his name on it sticking out of the arrangement, he took it out and moved to hold it closer under his lamp to read it in the dark room.

Dear Shawn,

You’ve been working yourself very hard recently and I want you to know that I appreciate the hard work that you do, and you don’t need to do so just so you can buy me something, I promise that I don’t need anything. Besides, I would take one of your plushes over some store-bought thing any day. ;3

Love,

[Y/N]

Shawn could feel his face heat up as he read the note over and over again. He knew he should have never told Chase his plan to buy a gift for [Y/N] to say thanks for helping him set up and run an online shop to sell his plushes. He should’ve known the man was easy to break, all you needed to do was offer him baked goods after all. He looked at the roses and then back to the note, rereading it once more. Well, now he needed to go thank them. With a sigh he set the note onto his desk and got up, feeling just about every one of his joints popping as he got up.

It wasn’t exactly hard to find [Y/N] that time of day, they were in the kitchen making a pot of coffee for when the others finally rolled out of their respective beds.

“Oh hey! You’re up earlier than I’d thought you’d be.” They spoke with a smile once they spotted him.

“Uh… Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from them. “I uh… Wanted to say thank ya for the flowers. Though, if I’m ta be honest I think I should be the one buying you flowers.” He sighed.

“You don’t need to buy me anything, Shawn.” They shook their head, leaning on the counter and crossing their arms.

“But ya’ve done so much for me! You helped me make that store and you’ve been helping me understand how to work the orders and ship them and… I wouldn’t have been able ta do any of this without ya. So, I thought saving up and using the money I’m making through this to buy you a gift would be the best way to say thanks.” He said, walking over to them, why did they not understand that? He thought it was pretty sound logic.

“I did all that for you, because I wanted to help. You were making them anyway, and you said you missed knowing that there were kids out there hugging your toys and playing with them. I don’t want you to work yourself to death for me. But I do appreciate the sentiment. Thus, why I got you the roses.” They explained, letting out a small laugh as he only seemed to look more frustrated.

“Yeah about that! You gettin me things only makes the situation worse! Here I am trying to thank you for helping me and you go buyin me a thing to say thank you for something I haven’t even done yet! Makin me feel like I got to do two things now!”

“But you don’t! That’s not how this works!” [Y/N] laughed as Shawn huffed.

“Oh? It’s not now is it? Then tell me, how is this supposed ta work?” He questioned, crossing his arms and looking them up and down.

“You accept the roses I gave you to show you my appreciation for your kind thought, as well as the fact that I don’t believe that you need to return the favor.” They said, placing a hand on his shoulder which was soon covered by his own.

“No.” He told them with a smile, he wasn’t about to let it end with them doing two nice things for him and him having done nothing in return! That is not how this was about to work.

“Shawn no.”

“Shawn yes. Now, if ya don’t mind, I believe I’ll take some of the coffee you’ve made and I’ll be goin back ta work so I can get you something.” He moved their hand off his shoulder and let it go so their arm would drop to their side.

“Shawn!”

“You’re not winnin this one, my friend. Just face it, you’ve done two nice things for me. Now I have ta do three.” He explained, while grabbing a mug and pouring himself some coffee.

“Wait, no. That’s not how this works.”

“It’s how it’s gonna work.” He said simply, setting the pot back and sipping from his mug before walking out of the kitchen. “See ya around, [Y/N]. Oh, and thanks for the flowers.” He made sure to say before he was out of sight.

“Yeah yeah…”

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The second to the last one! This one kind of had me giggling to be honest hehe! I also really like the idea of someone helping Shawn make an online store so he can sell his toys again, after all he’s a dang workaholic. Also, sorry about the wait, I really wasn’t sure what to do for Shawn and I wanted to save Jack for last. Anyway! As always I accept any and all feed back, thank you guys for reading!

~Seal~

[longlostdisneycharacter]

Bumped | Shawn Mendes Fluff

(A/N: Haloooo! I am reeaaaally not a writer (I prefer to read) and I just made this because I thought of something while looking at this pic of soft shawn. Sorry for the grammar mistakes/typos!! Anyhow, hope you enjoy this random imagine!)

After finishing his set, Shawn went to his dressing room to freshen up. While changing into another white shirt, he heard Y/N’s voice outside his dressing room door. Hurrying to put on his shirt, he opened the door frantically while eyes look for the dark brown ones he longed to see. In saying yes to doing this festival tour, he knew he wouldn’t see Y/N’s face for a long time. And the five months without her has been pure torture. It also doesn’t help knowing that he still can’t reach her for almost 2 days. While walking to the green room, he saw Aliyah talking with Andrew and Geoff.

‘Shit, do you think he knows? She tripped infront of his dressing room.’ Geoff said.

‘I know who’s here?’

‘The girl who cried. The one who got passed security and into backstage? She got in again.’ Aliyah replied, not sure if the lie would work.

‘Oh, okay.’ Defeated, he headed to the green room with Aliyah where Manny and Karren were talking excitedly. He flopped down the recliner, laying his head back while closing his eyes. Unknown to him the happy mood everyone was in. Him being the only one feeling down, heaved a heavy sigh.

‘Are you feeling okay, honey?’ Karren asked.

‘Just tired.’ Shawn replied. He missed Y/N so much, it was driving him insane. His mind drifting to the time when he tried to call her before and after the set. Remembering that she didn’t answer, he let out another sigh.

‘No answer?’ Manny asked, trying to hide the smile thats making its way on his mouth.

‘None. Went to voicemail.’

‘Why don’t you try again?’

‘I already did, the same thing happened.’ Seeing that Shawn is very much disturbed, Y/N got out or her hiding spot and aligned her head with his. Shawn noticed the movement, he just didn’t mind it. He also didn’t mind the unusual behavior the whole team had all day long.

Breaking the silence, Y/N started ‘Hi’

Opening his eyes, Shawn notice the girl he has have been thinking about staring right at him. Only, she was upside down from his point of view. Once everything sunk in, he moved to get his girl back in his arms.

However, he underestimated how close their faces actually were, he only realized when he moved to get out of the chair. The people in the room didn’t know what event to focus on. Whether to cheer and be happy for the couple who haven’t seen each other for such a long time, or to laugh at how careless Shawn was, which actually resorted to him bumping his and Y/n’s foreheads. Hard, mind you. Everyone heard it. The group chose the latter, laughing with everything that they have.

‘Oooww oh my god my head oh my god you’re here oh my god I’m so sorry oh my god baby you’re here!’ Shawn rambled this while helping Y/N to her feet and into his arms while saying it all over again. Y/N, actually crouched down and held onto her forehead, massaging it to relieve the headache that started to form due to the head bump her boyfriend had caused.

‘Okay, I knew Shawn would be excited but this is so much more-...’ Aliyah barely formed a sentence. Everyone, including the couple, was laughing so hard that their stomachs were already hurting.

..........................………

After seeing Manny, Karren and Aliyah off, Y/N, Shawn and the rest of the crew was back at the bus. Andrew, giving another ice pack to Shawn said laughing,

‘This is the best surprise’

‘I agree, and disagree. Shawn, your forehead is so hard.’ Y/N answered with a smile of amusement because of the embarassed face her boyfriend is making.

‘I don’t know whether to say sorry again or say how happy I am to see you, or to thank you guys. But I agree, that I agree and disagree that this is the best surprise. Wait, what did I say?’ a confused Shawn said while placing the ice pack on Y/N’s forehead.

‘Shawn, you’re the reason why my head is hurting. Literally’ Y/N said, which caused Shawn to chuckle and place his lips on his girlfriend’s head. The couple made their way to the back of the bus, where Shawn usually sleeps.

‘Let’s go to bed before our headache gets worse.’

‘We should, you wash up first.’ Shawn said kissing Y/N’s temple.

........…………………………

Now laying down on the bed, both want to go to sleep but also want spend time more time awake together.

‘You know, I heard you and Liyah earlier.’

‘We know, we noticed the owner of the dressing room too late. Good thing Geoff was there.’ Y/N rembered cursing when she tripped because Geoff suddenly pulled her and Liyah to the side, knowing Shawn was usually finished with his shower by that time.

Comfortable silence wrapped around the couple cuddled on the bed. Y/N is half asleep when she noticed Shawn’s steady breathing and heartbeat. Thinking he’s asleep, she can’t help but say the words that have been dying to be said out loud. If it weren’t for the amount of people that was there with them, she would have said it the moment she saw him for the first time after five months of not seeing each other.

‘I missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say this earlier, couldn’t think straight,’ she giggled remembering how Shawn basically head butt her upside down. ‘Definitely learned my lesson, will definitely not do that again. I don’t think I say this enough but I really really like you. And being away from you for so long made me realize, that you really mean everything to me. I’ve fallen for you, and I just hope you feel the same way.’

Not knowing Shawn was awake the whole time, her heart leaped when she felt him move and tighten his arms around her. Shawn, having said the same thing the last night before going on tour, can’t help but turn her around and kiss her. Pouring all the emotions in that one passionate kiss. After getting over the shock, Y/N kiss back with the same amount of passion.

‘You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words. You were asleep when I first told you I’ve fallen for you, but now I’m going to say it again. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much I am willing to bump my head again, just to make sure this isn’t another dream. I love you’ Shawn said with teary eyes, knowing that he is awake because his head is still slightly aching.

Y/N can’t help but say it back and when she did, Shawn reconnects their lips for the nth time of the night. After a few more kisses, the couple finally fell asleep, knowing they were in the arms of the person they love. The person who is worth more than a silly old bump.

[wanderingmendes]

Concept 4: Alpha Shawn

Living along with Shawn and the pack in their home

Starting off as just Aaliyahs friend

Aaliyah explaining how she is an omega while Shawn is the alpha

Lots of cooking for you to do, and cleaning you force the pack to do

Them always whining and Shawn ordering them not to talk back to you

You politely thanking him before heading to the shower

Getting up in the middle of the night wanting a drink of water

Going to the kitchen and moment later dropping your cup when Shawn turns the corner in wolf form

Him noticing its you and turning back to his human form before apologizing profusely

“Im sorry I thought it was an inturder honey.”

Him picking up the shattered pieces of glass and fetching you a new glass of water

The two of you standing across from one another an akward tension between you both as you avoid making eye contact with him

“Why dont you look at me?”

“You intimidate me Shawn.”

His eyebrows furrowing and a frown gracing his beautiful features

“I dont mean to sweetheart.”

Him pushing off the counter and taking your glass, placing it on the counter

You looking at your feet and not responding to him

“Look at me.”

Looking up to see his soft smile matching his warm eyes as he holds your face in his hands

You gripping his wrists waiting for him to speak

You wide eyed watching the boy struggle for words

“I cant keep it in anymore”

“What? What are you talking about Shawn.”

Him biting his lip nervously, which is odd behavoir for him-the alpha-to be nervous

“Y/n.”

“Shawn?”

Him about to speak before deciding not to as he slowly leans down to connect his lips to yours

“My girl.”

You pulling away from him gasping with a shocked expression on your face

“Am, am I your-your”

“My mate.”

Soft kisses from the base of your neck to your jawline as your boy savors every inch of your exposed skin

Him so happy to finally touch you and hold you the way he had been longing to for months

A sigh of relief leaving you as he presses his lips firmly to yours

The boys and Aaliyah sneaking up on the two of you

Shawn so invested in you that he doesnt hear them

“We knew it!”

“Shawn you lucky bastard!”

Pulling away from him, a blush covering your cheeks

Him pulling your head into his chest hiding you from them as he scolds his pack and send them to bed

Aaliyah calling your name and you turning to face her

A condom being thrown at you by the girl before she runs off giggling like a maniac

An XL condom

Him growling softly in anger at his sisters inappropriate actions

“We dont have to do any thing, that wasnt my intention. I just saw you in the kitchen looking so vunerable and, and god y/n I just had to hold you I didnt want to let it slip im-“

You cutting him off with a harsh kiss all teeth and tongue

“What if I want to do something.”

You teasing him purposely knowing he cant say no to you

Cant say no to his mate

“Y/n no im not gonna take you right-“

Whining ‘alpha please’ over and over until he is hard as a rock and slams you against every wall on the way to his bedroom

“My precious little girl.”

Him slowing stripping you enjoying seeing every inch of the body he has been fantasizing for months

“My girl.”

“My princess.”

“My mate.”

[nosafetynetunderneath]

Dear Friends (Fake Friends part 2)

2,2k of angst, sad but strong reader. (A lot of) swearing but also a lot of empowering words.

I know this isn’t really an imagine related to Shawn but I wanted to give Fake Friends a fair sequel- and end- because I feel like it is an important topic. Everyone feels lonely sometimes but we react in different ways. I hope that this writing can help you to see a lighten future where you leave back all the toxic people in your life.

Please know that feedback (as reblogs, likes, grammar suggestions and messages) are super appreciated. If you want to slide into my dms to talk about everything, I’m B and I’m here to help.

Also, I recommend you to listen to “Real Friends” by Camila Cabello. I really like it and it suits the imagine.

Love ya, enjoy.

B

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(two days after Y/N’s birthday)

They were right when they said we wouldn’t stop partying for a second. In fact, we didn’t. We went to Milan and Verona, where Shawn and I shared a sweet kiss under Juliet’s balcony while he was humming “Love Story” by Taylor. One night we went to a local club and came home at six, after eating hot croissants for breakfast. So today, the last day of my crazy long-weekend birthday celebration, we voted for staying here and visiting the little city I grew up in. We are strolling around, looking at the shop windows (not really interested in buying anything) when I see one of my old classmates with a baby in a stroller. I feel my lungs contract, gasping for air for a few seconds; probably even my heart misses a few beats. Then I feel all the anger, humiliation and sadness I repressed for years coming back to surface. My heart then starts so race quickly, palms getting a little sweaty while they close into tightened fists. I take a deep breath, trying to come back down to Earth. I’m not like that, like them. I am smart and I’m going to behave accordingly.

“Guys, give me a minute” I say smiling a little and starting to go toward her but a big hand gently wraps around my arm.

“That’s Sophia, right? You sure you want to go?” asks Shawn, looking into my eyes to let me know he really was concerned.

“Yeah, I wanna fix this. Sooner or later I’ll have to..go on with my life. I guess sooner is now and I really need to understand why they acted like that” I reply giving him a soft peck on the lips to thank him

“Why don’t you guys go sit in that little bar? I assure you it is super comfy and we’ll have a super tea break with a lot of cookies and stuff” I add, looking at them, waiting for a confirmation. They all nod in response and start to make they way to the tempting showcase full of Italian desserts.

“I’ll go with them but please call me if you need anything,” asks a worried Shawn and I laugh

“Babe she’s not a monster, she’s just a girl”

“A girl who made you suffer for years without any apparent reason. I’ll be your knight in shining armour and I’ll save my mistress” he smiles proudly, making me burst into laughter.

“Gosh, you’re so stupid. You can save your mistress from eating too much sugars later, now go”

“Yup. Just remember that I love you and you’re amazing and everything we talked about, okay?” he pecks me on the cheek and follows the other dudes.

As soon as he’s past the door I move closer to the girl, smiling a little.

“Ehi, Sophia!”

“Ehi Y/N, haven’t seen you in a while! How are you doing?” she asks, hugging me for a few seconds before distancing herself to look at me “You look amazing! look at that body of yours” she smiles again.

“I’m good thanks and you?” I reply kindly “is he yours?” I add, looking at the sleeping baby.

“My brother’s newborn, Luca. He’s cute, isn’t he? I’m fine anyway. Actually, I am engaged!” she exclaims excitedly.

“Really? Wow! It’s amazing, congratulations” I hope I sounded happier than I actually am.

“And I see you’re with Shawn! I still remember when we were talking about him back in 2018, loving his music and his naked torso also” she winks but I don’t actually share a bright smile with her since she’s talking about my amazing boyfriend and not about an object.

“How did you end up together?” what a nice way to ask how we met.

“We met in a library in London. I was there to buy a book and he needed to hide for a few minutes since too many fans were following him. And, yeah, we just started to talk.  Guess he found something special in me” I smile at the memory of that cloudy and ordinary-not-so-ordinary afternoon.

“Yeah, my fiancée is so special. You would have met him, Giorgio, if you came at the dinner. Why didn’t you come again?” she questions as she already didn’t know the answer.

“I wasn’t invited but I’m sure you knew it since you were one of the organisers” I answer directly. Her eyes go a little wider and I could even trust her surprise if I didn’t know she was such an actress.

“Oh, I am so sorry! I thought you were in the Facebook group chat, we sent the invitation there. I’ve lost your number so I assumed Marti would text you or call you” she sounds so fake.

“So there’s even a group chat? Listen, honestly I don’t wanna argue with you but why do you have to be such a bitch?” I wonder, sounding strangely self-conscious.

“Sorry?” she looks at me surprised.

“You heard me. Why do you have to cut me off like that? Why did you even need to cut me off back then?” I continue, now waiting for her to answer.

“I don’t know what are you talking about, we were friends. Yes we didn’t invite you but it was a mistake” she tries to explain but I can see the cruelty patiently waiting behind her big, brown eyes.

“Listen, none of us here is an idiot. Friends do not act like you all acted back in high school. Friends are meant to support each other when one of them falls but even when they succeed. You had never supported me, on none of these occasions. Friends are supposed to be kind to each other, caring and present in every moment, not just when they need something from you. How many times I drove forty minutes on dangerous streets just to come and give you help? And how many times did you do the same for me? Let me tell you, not once. Friends should push you over your limits, make you better; but you always told me I was exaggerating when I was just growing and you continued to declare that I was being bossy while I was just trying to help you through projects and homework because you sucked, mostly because you chatted during class, however, I didn’t want you to fail. Friends talk to each other whenever they do something wrong because they care and they don’t wanna lose their friendship. They don’t smile at your face and then go talk shit behind your back, making you feel bad because of course I found out, every time, what you were saying about me, how you were telling everyone to stay away from me because I always wanted to rule. Friends don’t come around only when they need your help, only when they realize you’re good to them; friends stay by your fucking side, even if you’re being bitchy or bossy or whatever because they know you and they know that if you act like that its because you’re suffering. Friends do not go around, spilling someone else’s secret. I confided to you all of my deepest fears and brightest dreams and you mocked me. I revealed to you all the problems my family was going through and you had the strength to tell me I was just blowing everything out of proportion because I wanted to be pitied. I wanted a sister, a partner in crime, not someone looking at me like I was an oily stain on their favourite sweatshirt. For two years you all came to my birthday parties without a small, insignificant present! I would have loved even a stupid t-shirt. Did you remember how much money we spent every year to buy you expensive presents? And I have never received one! You were so...selfish. How come that this year you sent me a letter to London to wish me a happy birthday? Maybe because now that I’m with Shawn I could be useful?

I have been a friend to you, to all of you. I was always ready to wipe your tears with my fingers while I was still trying to get mine to dry. I let you copy my homework whenever you couldn’t make yours and you wouldn’t even share your snacks with me. To you, I was good only when you realized that no one could give advice like me or that no one would drive in the rain with hot Mc Donald to cheer you the fuck up. And, for sure, friends don’t want to catch up when you happen to have a famous boyfriend they want to impress. So yeah, I guess we weren’t friends and we surely aren’t now.”

“I didn’t know you felt like this, you never told us”

“You never asked! I always shared my happy moments with you. All of those summer nights, when I was on vacation and fell in love with different boys and made such cool experiences and memories you wished you made because you only saw them in movies. You told me I was a bitch because every summer I kissed a different guy while I was just experiencing life, I was being normal. And when I got stuck with one guy in particular you told me I pissed you off because I could only talk about him. You even had the courage to say that I was out of control when I described all those summer nights when I went to that small lounge bar by the seaside and danced the life out of me. You even indicate my parents as crazy because they would let me stay out with my friends to see the sunset and to have breakfast together! For two long years, I stopped having fun with my other friends because I had your voices on replay on my mind, telling me how to behave. You ruined me and it took me so long to get back on my feet, you know?” 

“We never told you what to do, we were just being honest” she declares, almost looking offended.

“Yes, you did. You made me feel wrong for a very long time. My light shut down because of you. Fuck, I even gave up on singing because every time I was humming you told me to shut up because I was out of tone” I finish, suddenly feeling exhausted. I have just blurted out all of the scars and pain I had in my body. Now it is a weight she has to share too.

“Well, you don’t seem pretty sad now, do you? You have your beloved Shawn so I guess you’re still a bitch and you’re treating him right, if you know what I mean” she complained harshly. My right hand flies and lands hard on her cheek.

“Don’t you ever talk to me again like that. I wanted, needed you to be my friend. I trusted you. I was fragile and you took advantage of that. But now I’m not fragile anymore. I am strong and happy and most of all I am loved. I hope one day you’ll feel loved too so, maybe, you’ll realize how much of a desperate, lonely woman you are.” I declare emotionless, looking for the last time at her scandalized, silent face.

As I walk in the bar, I realize how broken and unhappy Sophia must be. How insignificant and unsuccessful she must feel. Because as soon as I sit on my boyfriend’s legs, with his arms lovingly wrapped around me and our friends laughing for something stupid Geoff said, I understand that people like Lucie and Sophia, people who act like bullies, just feel alone. They feel like they’re not great and, since they aren’t, you don’t deserve it too. This is what crosses their minds. They do not feel better or superior, trust me. They all feel like they are drowning and they want to drag you down with them. Do not let them.

You need to surround yourself with people who know how to appreciate you, how to treat you at your worst and how to laugh with you at your highest. People who are not afraid to love and to show love. People who spread kindness and who praise happiness at its purest form. I can assure you, the world is full of amazing people who know how to be friends because, yes, everyone is different and we surely are different types of persons and friends but, let me tell you: we, as humans who cherish love, know how to treat each other right and we know how to make each other feel loved. Allow yourself to break free from toxic people, even if its hard, even if you see them every day: distance yourself from them and be happy with new people who treasure you for who you are and not for what you have to offer.

masterlist

part 1

[t-lostinworlds]

Shawn Mendes Imagines 

(on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/110218358-shawn-mendes-imagines

Imagines about the one and only Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. It may contain fluff and sweet stuff 💕 Will there be smut? Maybe. Depends on my mood 😂 (Sometimes I think about random scenarios with Shawn so I thought about writing some of it down and sharing it with you guys!) Enjoy! :)

[brilhantineybag]

GHOSTIN - shawn mendes

ESCRITO POR MIM

GHOSTIN - shawn mendes - inspirado na musica da ariana grande ( não sei se realmente consegui passar a letra dessa musica aqui, me desculpe por fazer o shawn ser um bundão e vocês terem que sofrer )

resumo: Shawn começou a te "trocar" por outra pessoa

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E mais uma vez fui deixada de lado

Totalmente esquecida

Abandonada

Eu realmente tinha esperanças que pelo menos dessa data ele se lembraria, algo que antes era muito importante para nos dois

A comemoração da data em que tornamos o nosso amor em algo real, com títulos, nome e significados

Novamente estava errada

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Olhar dela pra ele, sempre tao brilhante, intenso e significativo

Me lembra as nossas trocas de olhares em frente a lareira

Escrevendo nossas promessas e desejos para o futuro

Em cartas e envelopes tao bonitos

Algo que só acontece nos filmes e com príncipes encantados

Claro que se fosse com outra pessoa não duraria nem mesmo um dia

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É provável que você me ouça chorando

Ao seu lado toda noite eu estou soluçando

Eu tento segurar o choro pra não te acordar

Mais ira doer toda vez que eu lembrar

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Eu sinto que fui tao compreensiva com vocês

Eu fui tão boa

Fiz de tudo por nós dois

Apenas não posso dizer o mesmo de você

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Começou com telefonemas

Mensagens a toda hora

Passeios sozinhos

Jantares, festas e comemorações

Com isso tudo, veio o esquecimento também

Você pelo jeito esqueceu que já tinha alguém ao seu lado

Alguém te esperando em casa

Alguém te amando

Alguém te desejando

Alguém te aguardando

E essa era eu

Acreditando que tudo iria passar e melhorar

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Bem que as pessoas falaram que quem sonha muito alto

Alguma hora irá cair

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eu lendo chorei sim, que triste viu gente - deus me livre isso acontecer comigo

[shawnsjustso]

Remember

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x OC

Length: 2.5k words

warnings: implied character death, depression, language

He spoke of her like an artist would talk about his most prized painting. She was his muse, and everyone knew it. When they stood next to each other, he looked down at her as if she put the stars in the sky - no - as if she were the sun, and everything in his world revolved around her. It did.

He often wishes Alyssa could see herself the same way he sees her. He remembers the first night he met her. He’d needed some air, tired of being cooped up at home, feeling like he may tear his own hair out if he sat on his couch for another five minutes. She’d seemed to melt into the darkness when he first spotted her sitting on the side of a bridge he often walked toward when he needed time to think.

“Excuse me, is everything alright?” He’d asked, noticing damp lines across her cheeks from what he assumed to be her crying. She jumped slightly, before turning toward him and quickly wiping her cheeks.

“God, you scared me. I’m okay, thank you though.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know,” He’d said as he sat next to her, but not too closely. He didn’t want to scare her. “I get it. Why would we be out at 2:30 in the morning if everything was okay? May as well vent to a stranger, right? I mean hell, I just found out I’m going to get fired from my job. Needed to get out, to breathe.”

He can still remember how she looked when he said that, shocked at his openness with her. If he was being honest, he was shocked as well. He had no clue why he was opening up to this complete stranger on a bridge at 2:34 in the morning. It was silent for a long moment. He’d begun to think she’d forgotten what he’d said.

“I was thinking about jumping,” She’d whispered to him after a few minutes. He turned to look at her, prepared to meet her eyes. But when he looked, he was met with the sight of her staring down into the water, as if she were waiting for something to jump out and pull her in. He stayed silent, watching her hair that had fallen in front of her face move with the breeze. “I couldn’t do it, though. I never can.”

He had reached out and held her hand, but didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. They ended up going back to his house, letting their bodies become one. It was exactly what they’d both needed.

He remembers the first time he found her in the bathroom, pressed against the side of the tub, her knees pulled so tightly into her chest he thinks he’s never seen anyone look so small. She was gasping for air in between her sobs, and he was able to see her hands trembling against her legs. He doesn’t think he’s ever pulled someone into his arms so quickly. He didn’t say anything, he knew he couldn’t say anything to make it better. He only held her as she cried, her small form wrapped in his arms on the bathroom floor.

He remembers the first time she’d yelled at him. They were having a good day. He could have sworn she was glowing. She was wearing one of his sweaters along with shorts and long socks, her hair in the most beautiful messy bun he’d ever seen. They were dancing around the kitchen, washing dishes and kissing each other every chance they had. It was when she was drying one of his wine glasses. She turned too quickly and had lost her grip on it, the sound of breaking glass filling the room when it hit the cold linoleum floor.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, let me clean it up,” She had rambled out, quickly kneeling to the ground and picking up the pieces of broken glass, cursing when she cut herself. He had dropped to his knees quickly, taking her hand in his, raising it to inspect the wound.

“Are you alright?”

She quickly nodded, pulling her hand from his as if it burned her. She mumbled something about not touching her, holding her hand to her chest. He barely noticed, only worried about getting her cleaned up. He pulled her arm toward him again, this time accidentally pulling her sleeve up in the process. “Alyssa, what’s this?” He’d asked, a pit settling in the bottom of his stomach as he stared at the lines littering her arm. She stood, tearing her arm from him once again.

“I said don’t fucking touch me, Shawn! Can’t you fucking listen?” She yelled at him, her entire body trembling. “Jesus Christ, you’d think you’d have enough respect for my wishes, but I guess not!”

“Alyssa, please, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, of course you didn’t. You just didn’t listen to me. God, why can’t I have control over anything anymore? I feel like I’m going crazy! I have no control over fucking anything in my life and I just want to find something I can fucking do on my own. But I can’t, Shawn. I fucking can’t! I’m at a loss here, I’m so very lost, and I don’t know what to do about it anymore,” she was sobbing now, the broken glass long forgotten as he picked her up into his arms and led her into the other room. He simply sat there while she cried hard, angry sobs into his chest, gripping his shirt so tightly in her fingers he knows it’s ruined, but he didn’t care.

“Oh, honey,” he’d whispered, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back as she slowed her cries.

He remembered when things were getting better. She had started therapy again, he was working again, and she had found a new outlet for her emotions: writing. She wrote in a journal every night before she went to bed, and he thinks he’s never seen her look more beautiful than she does with her glasses perched on her nose and her hair in a messy ponytail while the soft yellow light of her lamp illuminated her outline. Every day was a new “come over” that moved into her staying the night as his place, or vice versa, until she had her drawer of her things at his apartment. Every day was filled with laughter and banter, and every night was filled with love and sweet nothings.

He remembers the first time they said “I love you”. They were doing nothing special, nothing interesting. It was a rainy Saturday in September, so she had come over to spend the weekend with him in his apartment. He was laying in her lap while her fingers carded through his curly hair.

“I love you.”

He remembers feeling her freeze for a moment, before asking “What did you just say?”

“I love you, Alyssa,” Shawn said, lifting himself from her lap and taking her hand. His dark eyes stared into hers. “I love you. I want you to know that I love you.”

“Do you really?” She had asked, tears in her eyes and her cheeks flushing. He simply nodded in response. “I love you too, Shawn. I love you too.” She grinned, and took his head in her hands and pulled his lips against hers. He had been able to feel her smiling against the kiss. He brought his hands from her waist and took her face in his large hands, and just looked at her. He looked at her bright green eyes that were red from crying, her flushed cheeks, her hair thrown lazily over her shoulders, and he swore to himself in that moment that he would never forget how she looked.

He remembers when she moved in with him. They had been dating for a year, and they figured they were ready to take the next step. They loved each other more than anything, and she basically lived in his apartment anyway.

It was a bit of a stressful day, due to how many things they needed to move into his apartment, but they had loved every second of it. They were living together, and he wanted nothing more than for it to be like this for the rest of his life.

“Let’s get married.”

“What?”

“What? I think we should. I love you, you love me, we live together now, I kind of want to live with you for the rest of my life…”

“Only kind of, huh?” She’d asked him, placing her hands on her hips and raising on of her eyebrows. He grinned at her, inching closer to her.

“Only kind of,” He whispered, pulling her into him so he could kiss her, feeling the way her body relaxed into him. She pulled away from him, leaving him whining at the loss of contact and looking at her with a confused expression.

“Okay,” She said, dragging her hand from his hair down the side of his face until it rested on his cheek. “Let’s get married someday.”

He had laughed loudly, picking her up and spinning her around. “I promise you, Ms. Alyssa Rose Sanchez, that I’m going to marry you one day, and I’ll be the best goddamn husband that’s ever walked the earth.”

He remembers when she began to lose herself more and more. She was still functional, they still went on dates, they still made love, and they still talked about everything under the sun. But he could always tell something was bothering her.

“Hey, honey?” He had called to her one night while she was standing in front of their bedroom mirror taking off her makeup. He heard her hum in response, so he sat up on the bed and looked at her reflection. “Is everything okay?” She’s quiet for a moment.

“Of course, love. Why do you ask?” She turned toward him, cocking her head to the side.

“Oh, I just noticed you’ve been kind of spacing out lately, and I know how you get when you begin to fall back into your depression, and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I worry about you,” Shawn said, holding his arms out to her as an invitation to join him on the bed. She took it, sitting on his lap and tangling her fingers in his hair.

“Baby, I promise I’m okay. I have been struggling a little bit, but I’m stable. I’ve been taking my meds, I’m still seeing my therapist every week, and you know I would come to you if it ever gets bad again. Okay? Please, just trust me. I appreciate you worrying, but I’m fine. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” He sighed, giving her a quick kiss and pulling her down on top of him. When she fell asleep on his chest, he had stayed awake, listening to the sound of her even breaths, and basking in the feeling of having her with him. He knew he could trust her, of course he could trust her! They were open, and they were nothing if not honest with each other.

He remembers another time he found her on the bathroom floor, crying, curled in a ball. He did the same thing he always did. He pulled her small body into his arms and held her while her hard sobs shook her body. He stroked her hair and stayed quiet, knowing him being there spoke a thousand words for her on its own. That’s when he knew she wasn’t fine, she wasn’t okay. Shawn rarely left her side after that day, always keeping an eye on her, but he was careful to not be overbearing.

He remembers when she started taking a different medication. It seemed to help her a lot, to lift her spirits and bring the bounce back into her step. She was positively glowing, and Shawn could have sworn he fell in love with her all over again. Not that he ever fell out of it, not even close.

But he also remembers the day, six months later, he found her on the bathroom floor again. He remembers that she wasn’t crying. She wasn’t sitting against the tub. She wasn’t holding her knees to her chest, she wasn’t shaking, she wasn’t moving at all. The only sign that she had once been moving, once been breathing, was the empty prescription bottle lying next to her.

He remembers feeling his entire body go numb, moving on its own, like he wasn’t controlling it. He remembers calling 911, but he doesn’t remember how he got to the hospital, he doesn’t remember if he remembered to grab her things for her, because he knows when she wakes up, she’ll want to put on her clothes and she’ll want to call her mom and she’ll want to be back to herself. He knows she will. She will.

He remembers watching the doctor call her mother and father into a private area. He remembers watching her mother fall into her husband’s arms, screaming louder than he thinks he’s ever heard someone scream in his life. He didn’t move. He didn’t think. He only had one thing playing in his head.

Shawn remembers the last time he spoke to Alyssa more vividly than he ever knew a memory could be.

“I’ve got a meeting this afternoon, but I promise I’ll be home in time to make us dinner, okay?” He had said, pulling his shoes onto his sock clad feet while she stood in the doorway, softly smiling at him. “I’ve got a really special night planned for us, I swear.” His mind traveled to the small velvet box sitting in his drawer.

“Well, I can’t wait. But, you’ve gotta get to work, baby. You’re gonna be late if you sit here any longer,” She teased, handing him his coat. He knows she’s been sad again. It breaks his heart, but he’s dead set on making her feel better. He pulled her against his chest, holding her tightly.

“I love you so much, Alyssa, you know that?”

“I know, you dork. I love you too,” Alyssa had giggled, brushing her dark hair behind her ear and kissing him more gently than she had in a long time. She pulled back and stared at him, her eyes darting across his face, as if she were studying it, memorizing every small piece of him. “Now get out of here before you get yourself fired for truancy.”

He had only smiled at her and made his way out the door.

Sometimes, Shawn wishes he could just forget, because nothing hurts quite like remembering.

[lifeoftheparty74]

Señorita

A/N: This wasn’t supposed to be so long, or be my first smut... But my hands had a mind of their own and this is the result. I’d love feedback!

Pairing(s): ShawnxReader. (sorry, I cut out Camila, but I wanted to for the imagine!) 

Word count: 2398

Warnings: Smutty! Oral(male and female recieving)

Of course I'd noticed the guy sitting at booth seven: He hadn't taken his eyes off me since he entered the café and frankly, though it should've freaked me out, I didn't mind it.

The guy was around my age, and if his clothing style and the bike he came here in didn't say enough, his eyes definitely did. He was of the bad boy type, and he was out for something.

And it seemed like he'd found his target.

The entire time during my shift, the handsome person kept making eye contact with me. He tried to get my attention, but I never spared him a second glance. I even asked Rosie, who'd normally do the tables at the left side of the restaurant, to switch areas so I didn't have to meet or talk to him.

According to Rose, he kept ordering and ordering again, but it appeared as if he did this just to stay longer.

However, when afternoon turned into evening, and my shift ended, he seemed to have given up and left.

Or so I thought.

The door fell closed behind me, and I was planning on just taking the bus home and spending my night watching series and eating chocolate.

"Señorita!"

The guy from next to the window blocked my view from the bus stop, hand laying on my upper arm softly and towering over me, forcing me to lift my head.

He was even more handsome up close: Perfect skin with the exception of an adorable scar on his cheek, eyes dark yet friendly, jawline to cut, and perfectly unruly curls.

"Qué deseas, Shawn?"

"Okay sorry, I have no idea what that means. I just knew Señorita."

"What do you want?"

"Talk to me."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." My voice was a whisper now, eyes focused on my feet.

"Can you look at me? Please?"

I craned my neck, our eyes locking.

"Will you please come with me?"

My mind spun a hundred miles an hour, going over my options and their consequences.

I could say no, and it would be better for both of our hearts and brains. But the offer was so appealing: To feel his skin against mine again, his lips all over my body, his voice in my ear, just Shawn, everywhere.

In the end, the attraction won. "Okay."

***

The motorbike races through the town, speeding across lights and other vehicles, until we reach a small hotel, a little outside of the center of the town.  Shawn seems in a hurry with jumping up the stairs and unlocking his room, actually pulling me along with him. It reminds me of when we were just teenagers in love, when we didn't know about the pain that would eventually end us.

The room is small, but the bed is large enough for two people. While a fan is on, the room still feels hot and I know it'll be even pressing in a couple of minutes.

I lean against the closed window, not really sure what to do. I hate the fact that it's so awkward between us right now, it never used to be that way. But my attention is shifted to something different as he sits on the bed and takes off his white shirt.

Holy shit.

In the year that I haven't seen him, his muscles have only grown and gotten more defined. I'd seen the Calvin Klein pictures, but assumed it would be at least partly photoshopped.

It wasn't.

My instincts pulled me towards him, standing between his legs.

Shawn never took his eyes from me as he stood up, making me feel very small and vulnerable, knowing he could tear me apart in a snap if he wanted, emotionally and physically.

Jesus, why was I even still thinking about this? I just want to enjoy this time with him.

So I raised up on my toes, fingers finding the soft curls at the nape of his neck, lips almost meeting his until he twisted us around, pushing me down onto the bed, and dropping himself on top of me.

I let out a little squeal, gripping his shoulders tightly to hold on to.

"It's okay baby, I'd never let you fall."

"Just kiss me, Mendes."

And he did.

God, he did.

His mouth actually devoured mine, tongue stroking mine, sucking it into his mouth softly, teeth tugging on my bottom lip, alternating between soft pecks on my lips and actually attacking me.

He tasted exactly like I'd remembered: sweet, like raspberries almost, but fresh and minty at the same time. Perfect.

While we were making out, our hands didn't stay still; Mine slid into his hair and over his shoulders, and his alternated between holding my hips, cupping my cheek, or laying on the bed around my head.

After a few minutes, it was clear both of us wanted more, and I moved the hand in his hair to his butt, pulling his crotch against me.

Shawn got the message, and started rolling his hips against me, making me pull away from his lips at last and keening into his hand that was now on my breast.

"Shawn," I whispered, not knowing why, he was just clouding my mind right now.

"Yeah hun? Feel good?"

"So good," my body moved back against him, making him groan loudly, and rest his forehead on mine.

"Do you want more, hm?"

"Please baby, please just do something."

"What do you want, señorita?"

Oh god, that nickname did things to me.

"You."

He maneuvered me so my head was laying on the pillow, and he hovered above me as we both hurries to take of my blouse and his hands didn't wait one second to reach under my back and unclasp my bra, a move he'd mastered over the years.

I shook the straps of my shoulders, while he bent down and took one of my breasts into his mouth. They were never really sensitive, but Shawn loved sucking on my nips, so he did until both of them were standing upright. When he pulled away, I took the opportunity to flip us over, settling myself on the v-line that led straight to the best part of him, that was still concealed by his boxers.

I pressed kisses down his Adam's apple, to his collar bones, and his oversensitive nipples. Meanwhile I fumbled with his jean button, and he helped my by kicking them off, making them land somewhere I wasn't bothered to figure out.

He was in just boxers now, and while climbing down his body, I took off my skirt, leaving me in just a simple pair of panties.

The bulge in his Calvin's made my mouth water, and all I wanted was to feel him tremble and squirm underneath me.

"Can I suck you off? Please?"

"God, is that even a question? Please do!"

And in no time, his boxers were on the ground and my mouth started to place kisses on his abs and inner thighs, working closer and closer to the huge cock that had all of my attention right now.

I grabbed the base of it in my right hand, left stroking his thick thigh. My lips immeadiatly found his tip, pressing soft kisses and kitten licks to it, before moving further down and coating his whole dick. It wasn't until he was actually keening off the bed, that I finally had mercy and took almost half of him at once into my mouth.

I was directly shocked by the familiarity of having him in my mouth, feeling so good and exiting to have again.

"Holy shit! Just like that, babe, just like that. Feels so fucking good," he panted. I smiled proudly, bobbing my head up and down.

My hand jerked off the part that I couldn't fit into my mouth yet, while the other one massaged his balls.

He soon couldn't keep his hand to himself anymore, one fisting in my hair and the other one magically being big enough to reach my shoulder, keeping my hands on him.

His moaning and groaning got louder and louder, and soon he pulled me of of him, bringing his lips to mine.

"If you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and all of this will be over way too soon."

I smiled at him, feeling comfortable, warm, but most of all, hot and bothered.

Shawn, once again, flipped both of us over, and took my panties off in one swift motion.

He thumbed my slit lightly, making my whole body ache.

"So soaked for me," Shawn muttered, finding my clit, drawing small circles on it.

"Shawnn," I couldn't stop the moan from leaving my lips.

"Yeah babe? Feel good?"

"Don't stop." I panted, breaths getting louder as aside from his thumb on my clit, he also added two fingers inside me without trouble, finding that one spot inside me that made me keen into him.

My legs twitched, and I tried to close them, but he wouldn't let me, pushing his broad shoulders between them, keeping me spread open right in front of his face.

"C'mon, cum for me." The roughness of his voice brought me closer to the edge, and I could almost feel myself falling over.

"Give it to me, señorita." His lips latched onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth, making slurping noises in sync with my pants and moans as my orgasm hit.

Shawn fingered me through it, and only stopped when I pushed his head away because I was getting too sensitive.

"Was that good?" He asked me, nuzzling his nose into my cheek.

"It was perfect, baby."

"D'you wanna continue?"

"Yeah, just gimme a second."

We lay together on the bed, sometimes meeting each other's eyes, and laughing or giggling for no apparent reason.

When I realized I'd been looking at him for quite a while, and was kind of pent up again. I rolled over, climbing on top of him, and his eyes darkened again as I grinded my pussy on his cock, his hands finding my hips and guiding my movements.

"Baby, do you want me to- Do I need to use a condom?"

"Are you clean?"

He leaned up, making sure to look in my eyes and cupping my jaw. "Yes. I haven't been with anyone else. Have you?"

"No. Only you."

He grinned, eyes twinkling. "My girl."

His hand placed themselves on your hips, moving on top of you, and placing one hand on the base of his cock.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He slowly pushed in his tip, filling me out deliciously, until he bottomed out in one thrust.

Shawn gave me a couple of seconds, knowing exactly how long I needed to adjust to his length.

When after a few moments he couldn't hold it anymore, he pulled out almost completely, and thrust in harshly, making both of us let out high pitched squeals.

After a couple of times, he started fucking into me harder and creating a rhythm that felt so perfect I grabbed on to his biceps and struggled to keep my eyes open.

He looked so good above me, jaw clenched, eyes focused on himself moving in and out of me, arms on either side of my head, and I couldn't help but lean forward and suck a number of hickeys onto his neck under his ear.

I pulled away, admiring my work, while he leaned back on his knees to continue rocking into me, but giving his hands the ability to travel all over my body, my sides, hips, thighs around his middle, and finally his calloused finger on my clit.

The rough sensation on my clit made my eyes close instinctively.

"Keep your eyes open sweetheart." He whispered, his breath dangerously close to my ear.  But my body wouldn't respond, I just kept rocking my hips on with his. "Open your eyes for me, señorita." Now I did, and his eyes were almost black as he looked into mine. "Look at what I'm doing to you."

My eyes casted downwards, seeing his dick slipping in and out of me, and hearing the wet, sloppy sounds increase the wetter I got.

"Shawn, feels so good," I got out.

"Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?"

"I'm almost there. Shawn!" My body shook around him, pussy clenching so tight he had trouble moving a few seconds.

My pussy was so sensitive after two orgasms, but he just kept rubbing my clit while he drilled into be.

"Shawn, stop, I'm-"

But he came soon after that, and finally pulled out and stopped the stimulation on my sensitive parts. I expected him to drop down next to me, as he usually did, but instead he ducked down and wrapped his lips around my clit. It hurt for a second, but as he started fucking his cum back into me with his tongue, I could feel my third high approach and before I knew it, he'd thrown me over the cliff once again, and finally, finally, he stopped, fell down next to me, and pulled me into his arms.

We were both asleep in mere seconds.

***

I was woken by soft sunlight hitting my face, slowly opening my eyes. Shawn was still asleep, and I took the time to admire the Greek God laying in front of me.

However, after a while, I got way too hot and decided to get up. Shawn has always been kind of a heavy sleeper, so I figured it should be pretty safe to open the blinds.

"You're so goddamned gorgeous."

I whipped around. "You were awake?"

"Yeah. You were staring at me for quite a while. I don't mind though."

He sat up straight, but I stayed leaned against the window. "We need to talk."

"I know what you're going to ask, but I love you. I miss you. I know that that news broke us apart, but I need you in my life. I just... I want you back."

"I have no idea how we could make this work, but I love you too. Always have, always will."

"Then lets talk about that later then. Let's just enjoy each other for now."

And with those words, I walked to him, climbing into his lap, repeating part of last nights' activities, hoping we would be forever this time.

[imfreefallinall]

Fake Friends (Shawn Mendes AU)

Fluff!Shawn x Angst!Reader

3,1k words on struggling and feeling bad. I have loved writing this piece because I needed to share this with someone. The story I told in this imagine is basically what’s happening to me during these days and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has ever felt this way. the second part is my favourite because it is what I hope will happen in the future, once I’ll move to another city to study at university and once I’ll meet new people. To everyone else experiencing this kind of situation, know that there’s someone that for sure cares about you. I have learned to “smooth the sharp edges of my personality” and now I know that I am a good friend to those who look through the images I give of myself and those who truly appreciate me. You can always DM me, anyway. I’m here for anyone of you.

Please, enjoy and know that feedback is always appreciated. Love ya.

B

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(Shawn’s POV)

We were in Y/N’s hometown for a few days to celebrate her birthday and carnival. I was chatting with her mum, sitting in the kitchen with a blue mug in my hands filled with hot peach tea. Y/N’s favourite. I was damn worried: it was raining so hard outside and she was probably riding her scooter to come back home.

“She knows how to drive in the rain, Shawn, don’t worry. She went to school every day with her scooter for four years during high school. She’ll be soaked, but fine”  Laura told me.

“Yeah, sure. She’s a tough girl anyway. Can I just...I don’t know, prepare some blankets and warm clothes for her?”  I asked looking at the woman sitting in front of me

“Of course, you know where her room is. I’ll prepare some more tea” she stood up and poured some water into the glass teapot while I sipped all of the warm liquid from my cup. I washed it quickly and went to Y/N’s room to grab her favourite pair of sweatpants, clean underwear and a long sleeve blue shirt. I put them all on a radiator near the bathtub with a blue, soft blanket and my Crossfit black sweatshirt. While I waited for her, I sat on the couch with her dad and brother to watch some Italian football match.

I was chatting with Y/N’s brother when we heard the sound of the garage’s gate closing. I immediately went to the door and hold it open, cold air and rain smell hitting my face. As soon as I saw her climbing the stairs I knew something was off, but I thought it was just a mood due to being wet.

“Ehi, babygirl. I prepared some warm clothes for you” I said sweetly, relieved to know she was home safe. She lifted her face from the coat’s zip she was opening and I saw them. Puffy, red eyes and tear rolling down her red cheeks.

“Oh, love. I got you, come here, c’mon” I sighed, taking off her damp raincoat and helmet, lifting her up to take her to the bathroom. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tears running down my neck after she buried her face there. I closed the door behind me, starting to silently take off her cold jumper and jeans. Her sobs getting louder as soon as I took her face in my warm hands.

“ Y/N, baby, what’s up? Did you fall?” I whispered slowly, wiping her tears away with soft strokes of my thumbs on her damaged skin.

“What’s wrong with me?” She cried louder, her whole body shivering. I took off my t-shirt and jumper, putting them on her small body and holding her close to me. I knew she wasn’t going to shower unless she first spilt out what was upsetting her.

“Nothing’s wrong, honey. Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” I asked softly again, sitting on the bathroom floor with her on my lap. I wrapped her in the warm cover and loosed her hair from the messy bun she tied them in to keep them dry.

“You know I went to school to collect that certificate I need to put in my CV for the master” she said, tears stopped leaving her light blue eyes but small sobs were still coming from her throat. I nodded, bubbling a small “yea” and stroking her hair with my nails to try to relax her.

“When I was queuing I saw Lucie, my old classmate. I talked to you about her, do you remember?”

“The one that was a bitch to you who faked being your friend for years just to get rides and homework from you?” annoyance coming in my voice. She nodded again, sobs interrupting her story. I patiently waited for her to start again, but someone knocked on the door.

“ Y/N, what’s wrong?” her mum asked, “can I come in?”

“Yeah, mum” she murmured, sniffing up. Her mum sat down near me, taking the girl from my arms into hers. I watched silently.

“Before Shawn and I arrived, I texted all of my high school's friends to organize a dinner together since we were all in town and we hadn’t seen each other in years. I thought it would have been fun, stupid me”

“Baby, don’t-” I started

“I’ve been stupid. They all told me they couldn’t, being too busy with family, study and work. But as soon as she saw me, Lucie asked why I didn’t attend yesterday night’s classmates' reunion. She said I should have taken my hot looking boyfriend with me, that they all wanted to know you. That she didn’t know I was here, bitch, of course you knew because I wrote you two months ago” she cried again, her mum holding her a little stronger.

“I felt like my sixteen years old self again and it was horrible. All of those nights I spent crying because I thought I was wrong, I wasn’t worth being in the group, that my personality was too bitchy and that I needed to change. They all met and no one thought about me, again. Why? Am I such a bad friend?” she asked still shaking.

“ Y/N, listen to me. We talked about this so many times in the past years. It’s not about you, not at all. You are such a strong woman. You are loyal, caring and always near your friends as much you can. You’d split yourself in two just to be sure to help everyone and I am so proud of the person you’ve become. All those high school years, they made you stronger and aware of how you should have smoothed your personality’s sharp edges. And you did and now you have your friends in London and you have Shawn. We all love you and we all accept you for who you are because you’re wondeful like this” her mom sweet talked to her but her voice was firm and serious. That made Y/N calm down a little. I wondered how was it like when Y/N was just sixteen and struggled with all of this being just a teenager. Being set aside from who was supposed to be your friend must have been so hard to take. I knew she was smarter than all of other girl’s of her age because she grew up with her older brother’s friends around the house. I knew she was able to discuss serious topics with her parent’s friends at dinner without sounding immature. I knew she had a special bond with her English teacher because she was just ten steps forward everyone else and she could read between the lines what another person was telling her in another language that wasn’t her own. I knew that people used to make her feel different and not special. That she was, she is. She’s special.

“Mum, I don’t have friends that really love me, I don’t. I just have you and dad and Y/b/n. Even Shawn is gonna get tired of me one day and I won’t blame him for it. He’ll leave me, mom. And I’ll be all by myself again” she whispered. She was so caught up in her past self. It sounded like she was referring to me like her high school crush and not her lover. My eyes went wider as soon as I heard those words leave her cracked lips.

“ Y/N I’m here, I won’t leave you. I love you, I love you so much” I said, almost heartbroken. I had never realized she was feeling that way about our relationship. I thought she knew how much I was a fool for her. I lifted her from her mum’s lap and, without caring about her whole family looking at us, I revealed her all of those feelings I tried to show her but back then, I guessed she just needed to hear them.

“You are the woman of my life and I’m not joking here. I know I am five years older but, baby, trust me you’re way more mature than I am. You know what to say and how to say it when I need comfort. You are my home, baby. I always feel safe when I am with you and you’re the only one who makes me feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. You’re funny and so smart and, shit, sometimes I don’t even understand your jokes because they are too complicated to me to understand because I’m a dumbass who didn't’ finish high school properly while you studied your ass off to get that scholarship you wanted. You keep amazing me every day with your strength and your passion. I feel so blessed when I get to see you fall apart and then stand up again because it is so empowering to see you standing so high on your feet. You look like a damn queen ready to lead her army to victory. I love when you mess up everything and get back to work. Baby, do you remember that day you backed five cakes in the same afternoon because you weren’t satisfied with the result? We ate your chocolate cake at three in the morning and I felt so proud because you were dead tired but you managed to finish that damned cake anyway because you wanted to. And you do have friends who love you, who would drive highways and byways for you if you just asked them to. I know that for you it is difficult because those stupid children of your classmates made you think you're not worth being helped and considered by your friends but, honey, you are. You are the only person that I know that deserves all the love and the help and the support that you would have received if you allowed people to give it to you. Those people, they were wrong, baby, they are wrong. And they didn’t call you to go to that stupid dinner because they knew you would have outshined them because you are actually accomplishing the life you want and deserve, because you have already finished uni and you have already worked for important companies while they remained here to work in some shitty societies because they didn’t listen to you when you told them to study together and to look for uni abroad together. They are jealous because you are the smartest. And even the most gorgeous because, baby yes, you had quite a big nose that I know you hated and also your teeth weren’t perfect but your mind was so complex and intriguing and all those girls were scared of that and they left you. Well, let me tell you, I will always be proud of feeling dumb because I don't understand your dry humour. I will always feel amazed by your speeches even if I don’t understand what are you saying about that goddamn painting from Brunelleschi you love. And I’m sure that your friends, our friends, will always be proud of you when you will accomplish something new you fought for because you’d feel the same way about them if roles were reversed. This is what true friendship is about. And you know that in that horrible environment I work in, the showbiz, you taught me how to recognize true friends and you taught me how to trust people again. I am so grateful to have you in my life, Y/N. And from now on I will tell you every day, okay? I won’t leave you, even if you wanted to” I finished speaking almost out of breath. My chest felt lighter because I was sure she knew what I really felt for the woman standing in my arms. She looked me deeply in the eyes and a small smile broke through her tired face.

“I love you, Shawn. Also you, mum and dad. And you, dumbass” She said relieved, cuddling on me.

“Shawn is right, little pumpkin. You are an amazing woman and no one has the right to make you feel like you’re not. Not even yourself, okay?” her brother patted her shoulder.

“We are so proud of you. Also amazed” her dad added caressing her wet hair. She smiled and closed her eyes.

“Now, I’m going to prepare you a hot cup of peach tea again while you take a hot bath. Shawn?” her mum looked at me and I nodded.

“I got her, I’ll take care of her” and I meant forever.

In fact, I sweet talked to her the whole time while she was bathing, humming her favourite songs in her ear, sitting out of the white tub and holding her now soft hands. While she was drying up and dressing, I left her in the bathroom and called all of our friends, wanting to organize something special that would have made her feel appreciated. I caressed and touched her softly for the whole evening, glad to see her smile again, even if it wasn’t that bright yet. That night I loved on her so deep, kissing every sweet spot of her body and whispering loving words in her ear and on her skin. I left love bites in places that only us could appreciate to remind her of the love that was consuming me in that moment. I hold her close to my chest for the whole night, our legs intertwined and her blonde hair looking like a halo scattered on my chest while I played lazily with them. I watched her sleep, telling her about the future I saw when I looked in her eyes. I hoped my words could make her dream rosy dreams.

3 days later, Y/N’s birthday

(Y/N’s POV)

After the episode of three days ago, Shawn made sure to always touch me. Our fingers intertwined or his arm around my shoulders or waist, it really didn’t matter, but his skin on mine felt so good. What happened on the bathroom floor fortified our special bond. I felt like now I was appreciated fully from my lover and it was the best feeling ever.

In the morning, he woke me up very early which was strange because he knows I love sleeping. We had a nice walk to the old part of the city and had a delicious breakfast in a small, hidden bar. We talked about his upcoming tour and the master I applied for. We were lazily strolling back home, full of all the food we’ve eaten.

“I wrote a song about you. Actually, about what happened to you. I know I haven’t experienced that kind of situation but I’m sure millions of other girls and boys are struggling like you did. So I wrote a song. The first verse is about not comprehending why people don’t accept you for who you are. Then, in the bridges, we have like a rising up of the music because the girl I’m talking about, you, starts a new journey far away from toxic people like the ones you met. The chorus is about finding the people who will be by your side for the rest of your life, not only a lover but mostly friends who feel like part of a family, you know. Like Brian and Geoff to me. And the last verse talks about the astonishing woman that girl had become and the love I have for her. I would like to make it the next single but first I’d like you to hear it. If it’s too personal I won’t publish it, I promise” he spoke slowly and I was happy to hear the news.

“I think it is a good idea. You’d give all those guys a light to follow, hope, you know. I would have loved to have an idol singing about something that actually concerned me. I am glad to be your muse for this song” I smiled, tightening my grip on his glove covered hand.

“You always are my muse. Everything I do, I do it for you or your love. Just, keep it in mind, okay? Now hurry up, I wanna give you my present” He exclaimed childishly. I laughed climbing the stairs that led to the door, using my keys to enter. As soon as I turned to enter the living room, I saw all of my friends from university and some of the crew members I had become attached to standing in the room, wearing colourful t-shirts and holding a long sign saying “Happy birthday sweetie!”.  I laughed nervously and walked out of the main door again, shocked, meeting Shawn warm chest.

“Where are you going?” he laughs hugging me tightly.

“They..here..I haven’t dreamed it, have I?” I cried, happy tears spilling from my eyes.

“Go, greet them” he smiled again kissing my hair. I ran back into the living room and hugged them all at once.

“Oh my god guys, what are you doing here? When did you arrive? How?!” I couldn’t stop stuttering. I hugged them again, taking my time to greet every one of them properly.

“Shawn told us what happened with your ex-classmates. Listen, petal, we love you. We are here to celebrate our friendship and our super strong and hard rocking girl, got it? No one is gonna leave you, you can be as bitchy as you want because it is your fucking birthday and we’re gonna party!” Y/bf/n screamed at the end, hugging me again. I felt so blessed.

“Thank you so much guys, really. It means the world to me” I admitted kindly, wiping away the tears with the shirtsleeve.

“Shawn brought us all here, to be honest. He’s the one who paid for everything and the one who organized the most fun long-weekend of our lives.” Said Brian, nodding to my boyfriend standing behind me. I turned around and threw my arms on his shoulders, making him lower his face and placing my lips on his. He smiled and then kissed me deeper, our friends cheering around us.

“I love you, hun. That’s amazing, you are” I murmured after our lips departed.

“You still have to open your present” he winked at me.

I knew from that moment on, I’d have never been alone.

Masterlist

part 2

[hollandsmoose]

I love reading OCs because you can kinda connect and build a relationship with the character if that makes sense?? And anyone who wants to read a shawnxreader fic could just insert their name anyway lol. I'd say go for it!

great! thank you! 💕

[wanderingmendes]

Concept 6: Soft Fratboy Shawn

Him being the fraternity president and hosting insane parties

Like police being called, kids jumping off the roof crazy

You going to a couple here and there when your friends would force you

Never really running into Shawn but seeing him with multiple girls splayed across him on the couch at every party

Drinking your worries about school away by grabbing an endless amount of beers from the fridge

Him seeing you struggling to open the twist off cap

Coming over and doing it for you before walking away without even glancing at you

Beginning to run in to him everywhere and him saying hi while passing you in the hall

Seeing him with your friends, all of them whispering to one another and suddenly getting quiet when you approach

Pretending not to notice their odd behavior

Them thinking you’re falling for whatever they’re planning with Shawn

Shawn begining to bring you coffee to class but never saying more to you than ‘hi’ and ‘you’re welcome’

Still not liking him wether or not he buys you coffee

Him showing up to class the next day with your normal coffee and a smirk on his usually kind features

“Hi y/n.”

You rolling your eyes at his smirk making him even more determined to grab your attention

Sitting to your right and throwing an arm over your shoulders, kissing your temple

“Baby dont ignore me.”

“What the hell do you want?”

Pushing him off of you and staring him down

“Come to my party tonight?”

“No.”

“Please”

“Why”

“Because I want you there.”

“So you can try to get into my pants?”

“Hell yeah honey.”

Pretending his comment doesnt hurt you, when in reality you were staring to think he was a kind person until he opened his damned mouth

That gorgeous mouth you were dying to feel on you

All over you

Shaking the dirty thoughts of Shawn away and trying to pay attention to the lesson at hand

His hand making its way up your thigh while you’re mid sip of coffee

You choking violently causing the whole class to look at you

Hitting Shawn in the arm when they look away and sitting there akwardly as the boy watches you intently

Brushing past him when you’re dismissed and ignoring his fruitless attempts to get you to turn around and talk to him

Your friends running up to you and asking about Shawn and what happened in class

Spilling what happened and them trying to convince you to go to the party

“You have to go y/n!”

“No! Shawn only wants in my pants!”

“And you want in his so it works!”

“Absolutely no way Im going.”

Showing up at the frat house half an hour later with a grimace and pissy mood and happy friends

Already 5 beers in when Shawn finally comes over to you

Wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling into your neck

Leaving light kisses up the side of your neck

You getting caught up in the moment before shoving him off and going to do a shot

1 hour later and you’re completely trashed

His frat mate coming up and trying to pull a move on you

Him forcing you upstairs

You begging him to stop

“Shut up you dumb bitch!”

“Get the hell off of her! Now dammit!”

Turning to see Shawn as he runs up to the two of you and lands a punch on the guys face

His hands cradling your face and cooing to you while you sob

Him taking you to his room and sitting you on the bed, holding you close and letting you soak his shirt with your tears

“Honey, you’re okay baby I got you.”

“Thank you.”

“Dont thank me sweetheart.”

Staying curled up into him for a minute more before leaning back and looking at him

“Ya know, I wish you werent such an ass Shawn.”

His eyebrows furrowing as you wipe your tears and sniffle

Him pulling your head to his chest and playing with your hair

“Whys that honey?”

“Because you’re so sweet when its just us, like now. And you’re a whole snack not gonna lie.”

His angelic laugh fluttering through the room

“I just wish you would clean up your act, I would love to get with you but I dont wanna be another side piece.”

“You wont be y/n. If you’ll have me, you get me. All of me, and I wont take anyone else.”

You letting out a small sob and gripping his shirt

“I really wish you meant that bubs.”

His sighing and grabbing your face, forcing you to look at him

“I do! I promise I do, just give me a chance!”

“We’re being ridiculous Shawn we barely know eachother.”

Him shaking his head profusely

“I knew I wanted you the minute you walked into phsyc 101 the first day babygirl, and I still want you now if you’ll have me.”

You sitting there for a moment allowing it to sink in

“You promise it will only be me?”

“Yes honey I swear on my life.”

Him staring at you with hope glinting in his carmel eyes

You finally saying okay, and him grabbing you up and spinning you around cheering

“I promise Ill treat you right honey.”

“Oh you fucking better Shawn.”

“Ill tak you on dates, and buy you flowers and chocolates, and rub you stomach when its that time of month. Ill run to the store for your tampons and play with your hair, and sing to you and buy you coffees, and make you feel ways you never felt before. Ways only I can.”

You blushing profusely as he continues on about how he will treat you right

Him getting so caught up in his thoughts that he continues to ramble on until your pulling him into a hug

“Oh- hi baby.”

You whining when he calls you baby instead of honey

“Ok honey, im sorry.”

You giggling when he kisses the tip of your nose

The both of you walking downstairs hand in hand

Everyone noticing and raising a toast to the two of you

Hiding behind Shawn blushing while he squeezes your hand and laughs at everyones reaction

Everyone congratulating Shawn on “finally getting the girl”

Pulling Shawn aside and asking him if he was telling the truth about wanting you since the beginning of the year

“Yes honey, I am. Ive wanted you since then and I will want you forever.”