#shawn mendes kink

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[violetsandfluff]

Angel Baby

summary: sub!shawn gets railed senseless by dom!reader

trigger warnings: smut, degradation, mean stuff that probably isn’t written well, and only a tiny bit of aftercare. mommy kink, oral, handjob, cum, and more. this is definitely darker and spicier than anything else i have written, but i hope at least some people enjoy it. this isn’t proofread because i don’t think i can handle rereading it. bottom line: grammar mistakes guaranteed.

word count: 2.2k of plotless smut

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Shawn held a pillow tightly between his legs, his thighs tiring out from the strain. His hips bucked against it as he tried to get himself off discreetly. His lips roamed tentatively around your neck, uncertain of how much you would let him do to you.

He was horny, desperate for any taste of you that he could get. His cock was pulsing and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, stimulated by the friction and heat the pillow was providing for him. He was imagining you; everything he loved about you.

He was imagining how tight you were and how you squeezed his cock when he pushed it into you, arousal dripping all around him. He was remembering how good it felt to have you cum on him, your walls fluttering against his erect length as the warmth washed over him, pulling him along to euphoria. His fingers were tightening around the seam of the pillowcase as he visualized his fingernails digging into your hips as he gritted his teeth together and groaned in pleasure.

He was down hard, desperately needing to be rescued.

Biting his lip, he tried not to rock the bed as he relieved himself, but the look on his face was a dead giveaway. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his brow. He was breathing heavily and clearly holding in his sweet moans.

It was delicious to see him in that state. He was ready for anything that you did to him, whether it was gentle and affectionate or something wild and kinky. He was hungry for anything that would make him feel good, you in particular.

“Shawnie,” you said in a commanding voice as his tongue moved repeatedly against the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. “Poor neglected baby, do you need some attention?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered breathlessly, jaw falling slack as he took you in. “I need you.”

“Looks like you’re doing just fine with that pillow,” you said bluntly. “Does it feel good?”

He nodded, his eyes widening in regret once he realized what he’d said. “But I want you more.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“F-fuck me,” he gulped, pulling the pillow closer to his chest for comfort. “You always make me feel so good,” he added, in hopes of you going easier on him. After all, it was evident that he didn’t need very much.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Shawn whimpered, the sound coming from the top of his throat. “Y-yes, mama,” he said hurriedly. “Please, I need you so bad.”

You used the tip of your index finger to trace small lines on his hard tip, which was standing up prominently, even inside of his briefs and sweatpants.

His head fell back limply as a moan clawed its way out of his throat.

You smirked and cocked your head to the side. “I don’t know if you can handle me tonight,” you pointed out. “So easy, so hard for me.”

He let out a sound like a kitten mewing as he rubbed himself against your hand, creating his own friction. He was still thinking about your hips, your ass, your pussy, your moans. Every horny thought possible was racing through his mind, doing nothing to relieve the blood that was coursing to his hard shaft.

You put your fingers into his innermost waistband, his briefs, and pulled them down. His sweatpants came down with them, allowing his dick to slap up against his abs, tiny droplets of precum leaking from his tip.

You stared in awe for a moment before recovering, assuming your dominant role before Shawn realized you’d lost it.

His eyes were shut, eyelashes resting gently on his precious cheeks. “Thank you, mama,” he breathed.

“Don’t thank me just yet, puppy,” you said in a condescending tone. “You’ve got to agree to a few things first.”

Shawn let out a whine as he squirmed against your hand, which was now wrapped around his hardened shaft, your thumb tracing circles on its head, picking up the little drops of arousal that spilled from it.

He was ready to agree to anything, as long as it would result in him coming inside of you.

“You can’t cum until I say so, alright?” You stared directly into his eyes, watching as the beautiful lust-swelled orbs fell down to his lap nervously.

“Alright?” you repeated. “I need your words and your eyes, please.”

“Yes, mama,” he repeated, making shy eye contact. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

This was all the approval you needed. You moved your closed hand up and down his shaft, stimulating the sensation of thrusting in and out of something.

Shawn sighed as a soft groan fell from his lips, only to have your fingers pressed against his lips. The friction he was getting moments earlier had vanished.

“Save those noises for later,” you instructed. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Fuck me, mommy, please,” he begged, desperate to the point of tears. “I’ll be such a good boy. I want to cum in you, and I want to feel you cum on me…”

He could feel her stare penetrating him, he didn’t dare look up.

“I want to give you a baby,” he admitted, a red blush spreading over his cheeks and forehead.

“Oh, puppy,” she said severely, “what are those dirty thoughts doing in that pretty little mind of yours? Angels don’t think like that.”

“I’ll be such a good boy.”

“Good boys don’t talk like that.”

Shawn was near tears. He was so hard that it was painful. “I’m sorry, mama,” he choked. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Gonna put a baby in me?” you mimicked. “And be a good boy at the same time?”

Shawn watched you carefully as you rolled over, and as soon as your legs were in the right position, he took the opportunity to push his hard cock into you.

You gasped at the force, exhaling sharply as you looked at his angelic face.

“Did I give you permission?”

Shawn lowered his head and whimpered, but never drew his cock from you. Just being inside of you made his hard state feel more bearable.

“I said, did I give you permission?”

“No, mama,” he answered, his eyes never meeting hers. “But I need you so bad.”

The catch in his voice is what convinced you to let him slide in and out of you a few times.

“Poor, needy baby,” you sighed. “You’re so horny, you can’t even thrust right.”

He looked at you with wondering eyes before he was thrown back against the cool white sheets with a force that made the bed bounce.

His cock slapped against his abs again, more precum oozing from its tip.

You had to admire him for a moment and take in how pretty he was with his honey-colored eyes, messy curls, and rock-solid dick. As soon as that moment was over, though, you began to ride him, pushing yourself onto his cock until it couldn’t go in any further. You did this repeatedly, never stopping.

Shawn was panting beneath you, struggling to buck his hips for added friction.

You let out a low growl as you felt a warm feeling swell deep within you. It would only be a matter of time until Shawn was cumming, so you had to make the most of it.

“Fuck,” he whined, trying to move away from you and escape the friction, but he had no such luck. “Fuck, baby, I need to cum.”

You ignored his words and continued bouncing up and down on his cock.

His thighs were shaking, his abs were tight, and a layer of sweat was spread all over him. A pool of arousal was accumulating where you were riding him, and it was dripping messily down his sides.

He loved looking at you while you rode him. Your face was so concentrated and experienced, yet free and youthful, and your tits bounced with you. Your hair was free and wild, and your pussy was tight around him, just the way he liked.

Your words were cutting him deeply tonight, but in all honesty, he found that incredibly sexy. He was a kinky fucker in general, turned on by the most pecular things, but degredation made him feel more aroused than anything else.

You were taking your dom role too especially serious tonight, never letting him squirm away from you. His received constant insults from you, which just made the burning sensation inside him grow. The more he struggled and squirmed beneath you, the more insults you’d hurl at him.

You were uncomfortably sweaty, unsure of how long you could continue your tantalizing speed, but you pushed on, driven by the look on your angel baby’s face.

He looked like he was in a lot of pain, but too afraid to show weakness. In your opinion, that was incredibly hot of him, and he deserved everything he felt.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his hips rocking shakily against yours, bruises covering them where he had made hard, repetitive contact with you. He could no longer hold it in, but you had one present left to give him.

“Hold it,” you commanded, voice ragged and hoarse from overuse. “I better not see a drop come out of you until I say so.”

Shawn bit his lip and held the feeling in obediently, trying to count how many times his heart beat during ten-second increments. He couldn’t. It was beating faster than a hummingbird flapped its wings.

Moving to lie beside him rather than on top, you rolled him over, just enough that his entire ass was showing. You took it in for a moment before reeling your hand back and slapping it against his pretty, firm cheeks. This action was repeated twice more, until you were satisfied by the handprint that was left behind.

A moan left his mouth after every sickening slap, the last one resembling a scream more, warning of his orgasm.

The sound threatened to make you cum on the spot, and your walls fluttered as a forewarning.

“Please,” he breathed hoarsely, his eyebrows furrowed in desperation, rewarded by a brusque, “not yet,” from you.

You took his shaft in your hand and kneaded it while you watched the pain on his face evolve into something terrible.

“Cum, baby,” you instructed breathlessly, and he wasted no time. He filled you with his creamy cum within seconds, and everything else spilled out of you and pooled on the sheets, creating slick seascapes with the wrinkles.

“A-aren’t you gonna cum, mommy?” he stuttered, voice husky and exhausted. “Didn’t I make you feel good?”

You stared at him for a long moment before he started moving. He squirmed further and further down the bed, stopping when his head was at the same level as your pussy.

He took it into his mouth, licking the arousal from your enterance before poking his tongue up to taste what was going on inside.

“Naughty boy,” you taunted, unable to think of anything meaner to say. “Angels don’t participate in such dirty acts.”

Unmoved by your words, he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue tantalizingly against it.

You could feel his teeth brushing on it, and the feeling was unbearable. A hefty moan warned him that you were about to cum, so he positioned his mouth so he could take all of it in. That was a hard job. It just kept coming, but he had tasked himself with consuming all of it, and he wasn’t about to give up.

It tasted so good to him, and it was so warm and silky going down his throat. He nearly fell asleep from relief and fatigue, but he stayed awake, needing to swallow often so as not to choke.

He deserved all of the pain for all of the times he’d edged you or lied to you, and he deserved all of the euphoria for the joy, love and orgasms he brought to your life. The kinky sex between the two of you was a double edged sword. It was often rough and harsh, causing the submissive one to scream or cry in pain, but it always ended in snuggles and endless hours of “I love yous,” repeated into the early hours of the morning.

“Open your eyes,” a gentle, caring voice broke through his thoughts.

He opened his eyes sleepily to see you standing over him, placing a cool, damp washcloth on his sweaty forehead. His eyes squeezed shut again to squeeze out a chain of hot, stinging tears.

“You made me feel so good,” you breathed as you snuggled closer to him, placing another washcloth on the back of his neck. “You’re such an angel.”

A soft smile danced on his lips momentarily, but he was unable to keep his eyes open. He fell asleep without saying a word, and all that was left for you to do was admire him.

His cheeks were rosy, and his lips were swollen, his head was heavy, and his eyes were tired. He was warm everywhere, a magnet for you.

You rested your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes, too, willing sleep to take you away. Clean up could wait. After all, the morning seemed to loom far away.

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[spideysbruh]

karma

summary- yn and shawn mendes break up. things get a little messy. timothee comes into the picture.

a/n- i can make shawn mendes a lil mean in this idc idc!!! also, ~~~ means time has passed

@popbase tweeted-

BREAKING NEWS: Actress Y/N L/N and popstar Shawn Mendes have officially broken up after three years together.

@ynsperfectlywrong replied- WHAT NOOOO💔💔💔💔 MY PARENTS

@sabrinasyn replied to @ynsperfectltwrong- guess your @ is real now...

@spideysyn replied- TOO SOON 😭💔💔

@ynscinderella replied- you can tell they've been broken up for a while bc they used to alwayssss post each other and then it just Stopped.

@yngoddess replied- I wonder why... he did seem a little off towards the end

@whenyoureyn replied to @yngoddess- you don't know them.

@rodrigoyn replied- he's been detached from everything recently. she can only help him so much. I hope he gets better.

@lauriesrings replied to @rodrigoyn- fr maybe he'll write an album about it LMAO

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y/n alexa, play dangerous by madison beer

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ynssocks OOOOF

madisonbeer great song 👍

y/n liked

ynstan MAKE HIM REGRET IT

chalshalamet has timmy always liked her posts ???

spideyyn bro's making a move 💀💀

shawnsyn that song though.... what did he to our girl😭😭😭

@celebritynews tweeted-

Shawn Mendes has recently spoken up about his and y/n l/n's breakup in a recent interview. "we were both just really wrong for eachother. towards the end, i felt like we were just completely different people. It wasn't like my previous relationships, it was almost suffocating."

He continued to say that the relationship was a great "learning experience", but still mentions his ex. "Our relationship was, for the most part, amazing, at the time it was a breath of fresh air. But it just wasn't how I imagined and previously experienced."

There are no comments yet from y/n on this.

@ynsgoldfish replied- oh so he's still in love w his ex.... and was constantly comparing the two girls and the two different relationships?? okay. got it. fuck this guy lol

@chappellyn replied- bro he's still obsessed with his ex im dead. didn't they date for like. one year barely 💀💀

@midnightyn replied- it wasn't like he "previously experienced" ummm maybe that's a good thing??? he's so fucking stupid.

@sunriseyn replied- remember when she had made a silly little tiktok about how she thought taron egerton was rly cute in Kingsman and Shawn then posted a video of him singing some sad song and also another tiktok showing how jealous he was LMAOOO sore loser. he doesn't know how good he had it with her.

@girlyyn replied to @sunriseyn- this^^^ like there were soooo many red flags w him but we were all just so in love w the idea of the relationship nobody saw it coming fr

@y/n tweeted-

my kink is karma

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@popbase tweeted-

Shawn Mendes has just announced a new single! Releasing at the end of the month, titled 'Miss You More Than Anything'

@ynsgf replied- sooo embarrassing 💀💀

@fiveyn replied- bro realized too late LMAOOO sucks for him.

@chalametyns replied- it'd be sooooo funny if it was bad 💀

@bluecurtains replied- oh it will be 💀

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y/n feeling like a feather

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sabsyn WITH YOU OUT MY LIFE 🗣🗣🗣

ynsbabe her post breakup journey has been so beautiful to watch tbh. I hope she finds someone who loves her fully

beachyyn 'post-breakup' it's been like almost a year already

tchalamet pretty

y/n 🫶💕

blankieyn UMMMM ??!?!!!

laurieslaurence wait- WAITTTTT

loveryn rue, when was this??

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@popnews tweeted-

'Miss You More Than Anything' by Shawn Mendes has been out for several months, and is still the singers lowest grossing song ever.

@sabrinayn replied- the shadeeee 💀💀

@pinkyn replied- FOR Y/N UNITED WE STAND

@thankfulyn replied- I listened and... it's definitely a song with lyrics and a beat 😁

@warmyn replied- he'll never be loved by the masses again, it's crazy. almost sad... almost

@cineyn replied- "still" is so funny I cant

@timotheeyn replied- that's why she's with timothee now 💀

@sunnyyn replied to @timotheeyn- wait, it's confirmed?!???

@timotheeyn replied- not by them, but it's pretty obvious LMAO

tchalamet just posted a story!

@y/n tweeted-

not a lot going on at the moment, but life is good 🙏🏼🙏🏼

@ynsgirlfriend replied- you're so funny girl I love you

@y/n replied- why am I funny? im just vibing fr

@ynsautumn replied- she's living her best life fr

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y/n come with me... and you'll see...

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lauriesrings THE WONKA REFERENCEEEE

rachelzegler literally the prettiest girl ever

y/n liked

y/n I literally love you so much.

ynsdinonuggets shawn liking is crazy 💀 SHE DONT WANT YOUU 🗣🗣🗣

piercetheyn imagine fumbling y/n 💀💀..... @shawnmendes IMAGINE 💀💀💀

tchalamet a worlddd of pure imagination !!!!

y/n omg youre my favorite actor hmu 😍

florencepugh so beautiful I miss you!!!

y/n liked

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tchalamet one year with you is crazy. best year of my life. you're the sunlight on my darkest days and just what I need on the good ones. you are everything I've ever wanted in one person and even more than I ever imagined. I miss you even when I'm right beside you, but especially when I'm not. I Love you, Y/n L/n.

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laurieslaurence BROOOOOO

y/n im crying in this panda express omg

tchalamet liked

y/n you make me feel so special and so so loved. happy one year, timmy 🩷

tchalamet you are loved. happy one year, my love

alessiacara yall are too cute omg

ynscurtains BRO ONE YEARRRRR !?!!

kylesballs ellos son mis padres 😁

y/n just posted a story!

caption- 💕💕

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y/n I love you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me. you came during a confusing, heartbreaking, tumultuous time in my life that I was sure I would never get through. but I did and you were my reward. god, what a reward. I am forever grateful for you and everything you've taught me, and are continuing to teach me. happy one year my beautiful Man.

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ynsmotivation okay I may be delusional but 'Man' being capitalized... maybe cause shawn was, and still is, acting like a boy LMAOOO

tchalamet I love you my pretty, talented, inspiring, strong, beautiful girl.

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harpyn and NOTHING for shawn 🤭🤭 funny how things work out.

rachelzegler we gotta have a double date soon!!

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[maxillness]

Treat You Better || LN4 OP81 x Reader

Warnings: Angst (ish), 18+, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, sub!oscar, praise kink,

Wordcount: 1.4k

Part 3 of Nattely and I Don’t Forgive You

He won’t lie to her, he just know he’s not right for her

Oscar could see it on her face when she says he’s the one that she wants

She’s spending all her time in the wrong situation

“I broke up with him” He heard her says from the other end of the call

I know I can treat you better

“I’m sorry” He sighed “I’m in Monaco, want me to come over?”

“If it’s no problem”

He was there in a matter of minutes, speeding over to her, not wanting her to be alone

“I’m an idiot” She cried, spilling her tears out as she was hurtled up into Oscar’s arms

“You’re not an idiot” He said, hand soothing her hair

“Why didn’t I notice earlier?” Her head was starting to hurt from the crying

Her crying had settled for a while, but still in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against his

“Any girl like you deserves a gentleman” He said, feeling her body get heavy against his

Feeling her body heavy against his, and hearing her small snores, she lifted her up and put her gently under the sheets on her bed

“Goodnight” He whispered, softly pulling her hair away from her face

It was a few weeks later when he got a call from her “What’s up?” He picked up the phone almost immediately

“He was here. Said he missed me. Wanted to be friends again. Admitted to not wanting me back”

Just let me treat you better

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. Next time I’m in Monaco, I’m gonna come by with ice cream, okay?” He offered, hearing her light sniffle

“That would be great”

He did just that. He came by her apartment with ice cream. They sat on the couch, stuffing their faces with ice cream, talking about everything and nothing

At some point, the alcohol had joined them. They had scooted closer, knees brushing each other, sending shivers down his spine

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, seeing his zoned out state, but still looking at her

“Nothing” He answered, obviously lying as he looked down into the almost empty ice cream

“Tell me” Her finger hooked under his chin, making him look up at her

He sighed, but spoke up anyways “I’ll stop time for you. The second you say you’d like me too” Her hand dropped from his face

“I just wanna give you the loving that you’re missing. Baby, just to wake up with you would be everything in need, and this could be so different” He looked with fear into her eyes, waiting for a response

“Tell me what you want to do” She said, leaning closer to him

He didn’t answer, to caught up with colour in her eyes, and the feeling of the bubble in his throat

“Oscar… Don’t be shy, tell me what you want” She smiled, getting fully in his lap, legs on either sides of his thighs

Her arms were around his neck, his hands on her waist, eyes so innocent they looked like puppy eyes

“You” She could see the blush starting to creep up on his cheeks and down his neck “I know I can treat you better than he ever did”

“Any man with a good soul can” She leaned in, titling her head slightly to the side, closing her eyes as their lips made contact

“Do I have a good soul?” He asked softly as she pulled back

“Very much so” She nodded, pulling him in for a deeper kiss “The best” She repositioned herself, allowing her to get closer to him

Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, access given immediately, without hesitation

Her tongue felt spongy against his. The kiss had gotten more sloppy and wet like this, saliva pooling in the corners of their mouths

Her lips moved over his jaw and down to his neck. The way her lips moved on his skin drew out light moans from him

“We should move to the bedroom” She said between kisses, starting to stand up “Come on” She took his hands pulling him up

Their lips attached again as she guided them into the bedroom. She closed the door with her foot before pushing him down softly, making him sit on the foot of the bed

“You’re so beautiful” She whispered as she got in his lap again, hands under his shirt, pulling it over his head

She noticed the blush that deepened at her words “So fucking beautiful” She chuckled slightly at the whimper he let out

She pushed him softly down so he was laying on his back, her lips attaching to his neck, slowly moving over his throat and down his chest

She had gotten off the bed, styled between his legs on her knees, lips trailing down just above the waistband of his jeans

She disconnected her lips from his skin, looking up at him as her hands fiddled with his belt

She unbuckled it, moving to his button and zipper. He bucked his hips, giving her access to pull down both his pants and boxers at the same time

Beautiful brown doe eyes were looking down at her as she spit in her palm, attaching her hand around his hard cock, drawing out a whimper from him

Her other hand held his hip as she kissed the insides of his thighs, hand on his cock starting to move, throwing his head back, closing his eyes

The soft moans and whimpers he let out were like music to her ears

She slid her thumb over his slit, a loud moan leaving his lips, her name rolling off his tongue, in a breathless whimper

“Please, I need your mouth, please” He looked down at her, lost in her eyes

She granted him his wish, her mouth attaching around him, starting to slowly move, louder moans starting to fill the apartment

“Please- fuck… Just like that- Ah” His hips were starting to shutter as his thighs shook and he started twitching inside her mouth

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please, I’m so close” He had a hard time keeping still as she moved

Her tongue traced the vein up his cock, sending him over the edge with her name rolling off on his tongue with a loud moan, shooting his cum down her throat

She swallowed and stood up before quickly removing all of her clothes, Oscar laying tiredly on the bed, chest still heaving from his quick breathing

She got in his lap, hovering of his body, making him open his eyes and look up at her

“You okay, Osc?” She asked, kissing his lips softly

“Mhm… I can give you one more” He said, hands softly tracing her sides, landing on her hips

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to” She said, caressing his cheek with her thumb

“N-no, I want to, want to make you feel way better than he ever did” He said, encouraging her to take him back into her hand

She drew the tip of his cock through her folds, making him moan as he was still sensitive from his orgasm

She slowly slid down on him, both moaning at the sensation of him inside her

She started moving, nails digging into his chest as Oscar’s nails dug into her hips, not able to keep their moans down

“Fuck- Never imagined you to sound so good” She praised, making him whimper, bucking his hips up into her

She leaned down, putting her arms in wait her side of his head, lips attaching to his neck

This new position made her clit rub against his pelvic bone, giving her more pleasure, moaning loudly beside his ear

“Please- fuck- ‘m so close” He said, starting to twitch inside her as his hands went to rest at her ass, squeezing her slightly

He let out a high-pitched moan when she clenched around him “Please- I need- I need to come, please”

“Come for me” She placed open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin on his neck, giving him a few more rolls of her hips as he came deep inside her

The feeling of his cum filling her up sent her over the edge, rapidly clenching around him as she came

She laid down beside him on her side, propping her head up on her hand, the other softly pulling the hair out of his face

His brown eyes looked at her with such adoration she never got from Lando, or anybody for that matter

#smut #formula one #dom!reader #oscar piastri #Oscar piastri smut #Oscar piastri x reader #Oscar piastri x reader smut #sub!oscar piastri #Spotify

[xhdream]

I really love your works, and the things you write for jiung ...ughh soo incredibly💕✨️

could you write more about him, anything you want, him being teasing in public, just anything :)

tags: soft dom!jiung, friends to lovers (?), edging (f), praise kink, light choking | mdni

song rec: treat you better - shawn mendes

“don’t let him ruin your night.” jiung’s voice finds you through the banging techno music.

you nod, repeating his encouraging words in your mind, trying to let them do their magic so you can really forget about your ex being meters away from you. the club is suffocating from people, yet the face you’ve been trying so hard to forget is all you see.

you feel jiung taking your face in his hands, his thumbs form gentle patterns on your cheeks that slowly bring you back into reality; drifting you away from the unpleasant memories. it seems that his touch definitely works quicker than his words.

“y/n, look at me.” despite almost shouting in order for his command to dominate the vibrant scene of the night club his tone still has a note of pleading that rings out to you. “focus on my voice… my hands.”

your fingers find support in his shirt as you tug on the collar. you don’t know what it is. is it the power of his voice, the heavy energy around you, gravity, or some unknown secret desires that live inside you, but something pulls you closer into him.

you’ve never been this close to your friend before. the feeling of having your lips centimetres apart from his is something new, but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.

there were times when you’ve enjoyed the scent of his cologne, but it hasn’t made your head dizzy like this, - and you’re only slightly tipsy so it’s not from the cocktail you had. you’re certainly far from drunk, but there’s a possibility that a few more minutes in his embrace can get you lightheaded as if you are.

and his gaze… it definitely hasn’t made you feel like you’re being tortured by thousands of butterflies inside your tummy like it does right now.

“your hands…”

“yeah? tell me.” jiung’s lips turn into a soft smile with just a hint of mischief as he moves them lower on your body, savouring every curve.

“keep them on me,” you beg as your own palms shift around his neck. your thumbs brush his chiseled jawline as you stay pressed into each other, swaying out of sync with the music and the rest of the crowd. his voice has created another kind of melody that you rather move to. “please..”

“i’m not letting you go.”

these kinds of words said by a friend would normally wrap around you like a comfort blanket, however, as you look at jiung now, gorgeously painted from the neon lights with hands roaming on your lower waist and heavy breaths sticking to your face like secret kisses… they make your skin hot; they got you thinking of kissing him.

you don’t realise that you’ve been chewing on your lips until jiung lifts up your chin and swipes his thumb over them without minding your lipstick. his digit brushes the upper row of your teeth before you let it sneak inside your mouth and rest on your tongue. such a small taste of him, but invites an immense amount of adrenaline rush inside your chest.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a raspier voice, watching you unwrap your soft lips.

and you say yes.

you find yourselves in his apartment. you’ve been here before, but this is the first time you’re laying in his bed - only in your bra with legs spread wide. one of his pillows is placed underneath your lower body with a dark spot forming from the way your arousal builds up, dripping from your cunt.

“doing so well for me,” jiung coos softly while observing your squirming figure. at one point he has to hold you down with a palm pressed against your lower tummy so he can keep his attention on your sensitive spot. “so perfect…”

his index finger continues to move in circles just as slow as it did when he started toying with your clit. occasionally he slips inside you to spread around your slick, making your puffy lips glisten nicely, then he resumes to the overwhelming little shapes in infuriating speed.

you whimper as his slow finger suddenly stops. it freezes in one place causing the thrill to fade away from your core leaving only the lingering warmth that you desperately need to feel snapping.

“jiung… w-why…” you arch your spine, feeling the tip of his fingers brushing against your stomach lightly as a feather; from your bellybutton up to your neckline. they crawl to your neck, wrapping around it just as gently, before he leans to kiss you.

you can’t stop yourself from whimpering in his mouth, feeling so stimulated from every single thing he does to you.

“gonna make you cum now, sweetheart.” jiung’s words almost end with a groan as a reaction from the way he feels you gulping against his hand. “it’s just… you look so pretty when you’re all needy like this, i wanted to look at you a little bit longer.” he pulls back, one hand holding your left thigh, as the other one returns to your clit. “wanna cum now, is that it?”

“yeah, really bad…” you shut your eyes sensing the familiar light brushing of his digit. it barely touches the swollen bud, but you’re so turned on, it instantly shoots pleasure into your tummy. “jiung—“ you moan, grabbing the bedsheets.

he glides it so easily and smoothly from how wet you are; drawing perfect circular patterns that have you feeling like you’re about to melt into the surface.

“go ahead, beautiful,” he encourages you, but without changing the pace of his rubs. “cum for me, i want to see you.”

his gaze is fixated on your convulsing figure that’s succumbed to his control, on the way you whimper and tug the sheets desperately, but his finger doesn’t speed up. it keeps the slow motions going till you start to lose control over your voice, breathing; over your own body.

after you open your eyes you realise that even the butterflies tattoed on his skin look different than they did the last time you saw them. nothing feels the same when you fall in love with your closest friend.

a/n: tysm for reading my works! i’m glad you like them <3 i thought of this scenario while listening to the mentioned song, so i hope you enjoy how this turned out too!! ♡

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[the-doomed-witch]

✦ You’re An Idiot & I Love You

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Thanos, you and Wanda quit the team to live a peaceful life together, trying to leave behind the trauma. (Read warnings)

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: hello here’s another fic, i’ve been working on it since almost a week :) i cannot stop listening to 305 by shawn mendes so i based the latter part of this fic on the song <3 the initial part is just a vent fic lmao. i’m thinking of writing a part two, but i don’t really know. my gif btw!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS+MEN DNI. traumatic past events, post-war trauma, flashbacks & nightmares, smut, thigh riding, fingering, praise kink, names (princess), a little angst, fluffy | best friends to lovers

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— ✦ —

You hit the pause button on your phone, look at the clouds and sigh. The park near your home is an amazing place to be, with all its flora, and a clearer view of the sky. Cities are so full of buildings, it’s almost impossible to see a clear sky outside the park anymore.

Whenever anxiety comes over, sitting on the park bench and listening to white noise helps you calm down. It also helps Wanda know where to take you when you aren’t at your best.

Sometimes she would hold your hand and sit next to you, listening to the same sound in a different pair of headphones. It’s truly therapeutic for both of you. The events of the past few years have been deeply disturbing for the entire team of Avengers. So you and Wanda decided to quit the team, and swore that both of you wouldn’t never exercise your powers again. Of course, there could be exceptional cases where the use of powers is ultimately the only way, but it’s mostly nothing to do with your simple lives.

Wanda goes to a therapist sometimes, and has offered you to try it out too, several times. You just deny with a simple shake of your head, and keep the topic aside. You’re happy to see her get better, settle her unsolved traumas, and accept Vision’s death.

“I knew you’d be here.” Wanda walks up to you, which is also the reason why you clicked the pause button. You give her a sincere smile, which she returns happily.

“Guess I’ve developed a little longing for this place. I can’t help but be here, I feel the safest here when you aren’t around.”

“Oh Y/N, you know I always come back home and always will. You’re my best friend, and the only one. I’m so happy that living together has worked out for the both of us.”

“So am I, Wands. I know I don’t have to run around the compound looking for you anymore.” Smiling with melancholy, you continue, “I miss bumping into our friends while doing that.”

She sighs deeply. There are memories of Vision in her mind, but they don’t feel like a dagger anymore. They are just bittersweet feelings for a star-crossed love. “Y/N, it’s been years since we left the team. Do you think they miss us? I wish we had parted with no hard feelings.”

“I think that it’s fine. It’s been years, nothing big has happened. And I hope it only stays this way. I don’t care if someone is still pissed off after so long, the war damaged us just as it did them, and we are still recovering.”

“But Y/N… you’re just refusing it all. There’s no point in being delusional. It’s affecting you, and your mental health in a really bad way.”

“I know but I cannot help it Wanda! I have had nothing before the Avengers, I don’t even know what I am grieving for. I haven’t had anyone to go home to since forever, and now that I have it, I wouldn’t change it for anything. Not even for friends who’d have hard feelings against me after I choose to live a life post-war.” You feel like you’ve spoken too much, because you feel like tearing up.

Wanda comes closer to you and hugs you tight. “Y/N, honey, it’s okay I’m right here.”

You sit there with her, since there’s nothing else you can do right now. For several minutes, none of you loosen the grip, too scared that either of you could turn to dust.

— ✦ —

On the way back home, you hold hands like little kids. Living with your best friend has got to be the best decision you’ve ever made. Feels like she holds a key to the corner of your heart that nobody has dared to discover.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” she moves closer and sits next to you on the couch.

“Nothing, just that you’re probably my favourite person in the whole world.”

“Stop being so cheesy and tell me the truth.”

“It is the truth. I love being with you Wanda, I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Your existence lights up mine. I don’t want to leave you, ever.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek, and reply, “I will not leave you, ever.” After being through all the devastating events together, you’ve both developed quite a habit of sitting together in silence and thinking. Snapping out of the state, you go to your room to sleep. Or maybe just lay down. Wanda remains in the living room.

— ✦ —

It’s almost 4:30AM and you haven’t slept. Thoughts about Thanos, his army, your teammates, Natasha, and Tony come back. Illusions of blasts, gore and doom fill up your mind. Countless number of people have lost loved ones.

Maybe, just maybe, you could have done something to save your friends. Resentment and regret feel like two old friends who come to lay down next to you.

Wanda is in her room, you can sense her sleeping. It would be a good thing to have someone to talk to, but not that great if you’d have to wake her up. Eyes open, you go back to staring at the ceiling. Tears begin pooling in the corners of your eyes, ready to roll down any moment now.

Silently, you sniff away the mildest nightmare of the night.

— ✦ —

You sit at your desk a couple of hours later, and begin writing something that you don’t know. “Good morning. You're up early?” Wanda walks in. She’s still wearing her shorts and tank top. And she looks damn fine.

“Good morning. Also, what do you mean by ‘up’?” you reply back sarcastically.

“Oh well, don’t tell me you stayed up all night. Now come here, you desperately need a morning hug.”

“You’re a hundred and ten percent correct.”

You get up and go hug her closely. She rubs your back and whispers words of reassurance in your ear. You just hold her and smell her messy hair. You’re sure she used your shampoo but it only makes you want to hug her tighter. After letting go, you look at her face adoringly and tell her sincerely, “You look pretty. So pretty.” She blushes and pushes your shoulder lightly, as a friendly gesture.

“Stop teasing me! I haven’t even had my coffee yet. I’m gonna have to sound mad at you if you make fun of me right now.”

“You think I’m joking? You look fucking gorgeous. Not even kidding, I’d kiss you if we were toge-” You regain consciousness and regret saying anything at all. Should’ve told her I’m being satirical for no reason, you think.

“What was that you said?”

“Nothing.”

“No no, you said something. Say it.”

“Uhhhh that I was making fun of you for nothing. Go tie a bun or something.”

“Did you just say that you would kiss me?”

“What?! No!”

“Okay, if you say so. I don’t trust my ears anyway.” She simply walks out of the room with an air of smugness.

During breakfast, she asks you a question you never expected, but should’ve seen coming. “But like, let’s say hypothetically, would you kiss me if I asked you to?”

You almost choke on the toast. “Wanda, let me have my breakfast in peace. Please.”

“Another question, who would you kiss? Who is your type even? I’ve literally never seen you talk about this in almost over a decade of our friendship. Come on, Y/N, there’s got to be someone.”

“No Wanda, I don’t have a type. If someone is for me, they’re for me. There’s no one that I like right now.”

Her face grew serious and her smile faltered. “You know I can read your mind if I want to, don’t you?”

“I know that. I also know you wouldn’t break a promise to know about a possible date of mine or something.”

“Fine, you win.”

— ✦ —

You’ve been in the park almost all day again. But your mind has been thinking of something else today.

Why did I even say that at all? Would I even kiss her? Would she kiss me back at all? She probably still misses Vision. She literally loved him so much, they were perfect together. No, I shouldn’t even think of this. Especially when Wanda loved Vision so much, and probably still does. But then again it’s just ‘probably’. SHUT UP Y/N.

Screw this. I don’t want to kiss her at all. Never ever.

— ✦ —

“Well you came back quickly, I didn’t even have to come to the garden to bring you back. That’s new.”

“Yeah I guess?”

“Too tempted to kiss me, aren’t you honey?”

“Can you please stop with that Wanda? I don’t even know why I said that at all. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause awkwardness between us. But you’re kind of amplifying it and it’s making me uncomfortable. Can we just not do this? You simply looked gorgeous, that’s all. And I’m not the one to kiss someone just because of how they look. Just leave this.”

“Oh-uhm, okay Y/N. I’m sorry, let’s not make anything uncomfortable for either one of us.”

Wanda seemed deeply hurt by your evidently irritated reply. For a moment, she also felt terror-stricken. It was a side of you that she had seen, but never faced before.

“Thank you. Do you need some help with dinner?”

“Nah it’s almost ready. You might want to set up the table though.”

“Most certainly.”

— ✦ —

The following week is all the same. Everything is sort of normal. Morning comes, you have breakfast with Wanda, you go to the park, Wanda comes to pick you up in the evening, you both have dinner, go back to your own rooms, and you grieve.

A parcel arrives in the mail. It’s addressed to “Y/N Maximoff” and you’re quite unsure how that feels like. Wanda takes notice of it, but says nothing. You kind of wish she’d say something about it. Wanda makes mention of going back to her chores, but you ask her, “Don’t you want to know what’s in the box? I mean, they could’ve mistaken either one of our names.”

“Not really, you can go ahead and open it.”

It was a real bummer. You feel guilty about her attitude towards you. You know something is definitely off with Wanda. You sure have had fights and arguments with her before, but none of them have made her turn away like this. You keep the box aside and decide to open it once Wanda starts talking to you again.

I mean, we are talking but you know what I mean, you tell yourself. And find it stupid. However, the rest of the day continues.

You decide against going to the dear park today, considering how pissed off Wanda already seemed. There has got to be something which could make up her mood.

“Hey Wands, you wanna watch a sitcom? It’s been a while since we sat together to watch one.”

“No Y/N, you can watch it by yourself. I’ve got some work to do.”

And in the same way, she was successful at avoiding spending time with you through any other activity. She was mad at you. You had to clear things with her as soon as possible, before she could find a hundred more reasons to be mad at you.

By the time evening arrived, all the work should definitely have been done. You did not disturb Wanda during her online work even though you’d do that normally whenever you stayed at home.

“Wanda, I need to talk to you. Please stop walking around. You aren’t even listening to me! Just wait for a few minutes. Tell me what is wrong.” You hold her hand to hold her back from leaving.

She takes a deep breath and questions you, “Why do you think something is wrong? Besides, you are the one who did not go have her nerves calmed at a park today but I didn’t go around poking in your business. Leave my hand!”

“Hey, hey take it easy. Wanda, your face literally says “I am pissed off but I want you to guess what it is about” and since I honestly cannot figure it out so I’m simply asking you. If you don’t want to tell me then nevermind. Whatever it is, I am sorry.”

“I don’t want your apologies, keep them with you. And you can go do whatever the hell you want, I don't feel like talking to you right now. Also yes, I am pissed off.” Wanda’s voice slowly rises with every word she speaks, and a little discussion transforms into a heated argument.

“Fine, if that’s what you want. I won’t talk to you and I’m not even going to speak a word around you. You can say au revoir to my voice because I’m not gonna say anything. Night!”

“Yeah, as if I wanna hear you talk. I’m tired of it anyways. Night!”

Both of you have gone to bed without having dinner. And your mind is playing with you again. Flashbacks of not only the greatest war, but also your biggest fight with your best friend till now. You can hear her words echo in your mind.

“Yeah as if I wanna hear you talk. I’m tired of it anyways.”

“You can go do whatever the hell you want.”

“Leave my hand.”

In all these years, you have never heard her asking you to stop holding her hand. It was too heartbreaking to even imagine it.

— ✦ —

Wanda doesn’t talk to you the following day. Or the one after. Or the next. No calling you for the meal, no coming to pick you up from the park, nothing. You feel like you have had enough, so you approach her directly.

“So, do you want me to move out or something?”

“No Y/N.”

“Then speak your mind Wanda, I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“‘Speak your mind’ you say? Okay, here goes nothing.”

Without hesitation, she places her hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer. For a moment, she stares into your eyes, and then kisses you deeply. You’re feeling both surprised, and satisfied. She closes her eyes to just feel you, and you place your hands in her hair. Her lips leave a trail as they move down to your neck, you tilt your head upwards to grant her all the access she would need. Wanda bites your skin and you let out a rough moan, driving her completely crazy.

That’s when you realise. Your best friend is marking your neck and you have no idea what’s going on. You gently motion for her to stop, which, reluctantly, she complies with.

“What?”

She clearly wants to go back to the moment, so she breathlessly asks you in return, “What?”

“Wanda.”

“Y/N.” She looks at you with a grin and pecks your lips again. “Alright, fine, let me explain.”

“Yes please, because as much as I love it, I’m still clueless.”

“I just have one question, now that you know, would you ever kiss me?”

Your cheeks redden up at her question. You avoid eye contact, gulp, and reply, “If you want then yes.”

She probably wants to growl and bang her head against the wall. “WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME HOW YOU FUCKING FEEL ABOUT ME?! CAN’T YOU SEE?!”

“See what Wanda?”

“Oh my God I cannot believe this. You are an idiot and I love you so fucking much.”

“Wa-”

“Don’t you dare say another word, I hate you! You’re just acting-” You shut her up by kissing her intensely, and again, and again, and yet again.

After pulling yourself away, you need some fresh air. So you sit on the couch, and beckon Wanda to follow. As soon as you’re sat, she decides to sit on your thigh, facing you. She slips her hands inside your t-shirt and seeks your permission, “Can I?” You smile and nod back at her, giving her consent.

She unhooks your bra, and cups your breasts in her hands each. Gently, she begins stimulating them. Your shoulders relax as she helps you feel lighter. You shut your eyes as Wanda gets you all worked up.

Suddenly, she pulls out her hands. You open your eyes and frown, uncertain about what happened. Wanda rubs herself against your thigh, making you moan by feeling her wetness. “Take off your shirt.” She directs you. You do as asked, and she’s met with the sight of your bare upper body. She immediately dives in to lick and play with your nipples, as you close your eyes again. Quite occasionally, you managed to say the same two coherent words; “Oh Wanda…”

She loves seeing you this way. It’s been years since she saw you relieve your stress. She hovers on your top, and connects her lips with your lips once again.

After a long heavy make out session, you decide to consider her wetness still lingering on your thigh. Grabbing her by the hips, you guide her for a pace. She’s in her yellow cotton shorts, and probably wouldn’t mind ruining them even more for you. Her moans get louder and louder till she finally says, “Y/N I’m gonna-”

“Yes honey, do it.” was all it needed for the knot in her stomach to release as she made a mess on your thigh. You slip two fingers within her heat to help her ride it out slowly. You mutter small praises to help her stabilise herself after her climax. Words like “You’re such a good girl” and “You did so well, princess” clearly had an effect on her. When you’re done and you pull out your hand from her dripping cunt, you let Wanda have a seat beside you.

She keeps on breathing heavily, but then looks at the sight of you licking your fingers clean. It was irrestitable for her, she had to pull you into a deep kiss. It was evident — she loved kissing you, whether it was a cute peck, a make out session, or just her catching her breath.

“Let me return the favour detka.” She requests you. You feel like it isn’t really necessary, but you don’t feel like breaking the moment so you let her do it. She pulls down your shorts, and begins teasing you over the panties with her fingers. You arch your back and groan, “Wanda please don’t-” So she bends and kisses your clothed core once before helping you strip off.

Slowly, she pushes in a finger, then adds another one. You spontaneously grasp her shoulders, which perturbs her. So she withdraws her fingers and looks at you tenderly and asks, “Y/N, are you really okay with this?”

“It’s just that… it’s been so long since I have…”

“Hey, I understand. If you want me to stop I can stop right away. You are always my first priority.”

“No, I want this Wanda. Everything feels so right, after so long.”

She slowly kisses you again, and this time not leaving out a single space she hasn’t discovered yet. Before you could do anything, she filled your intimacy with her fingers yet again. It’s an agonisingly slow pace, and it makes you shudder underneath her. “You look so gorgeous Y/N. You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.” You can only breathe heavily in response because you’re (i) speechless, (ii) cuntful.

Gradually, she picks up the speed for you. Echoes of your pants and screams fill the room, and Wanda is enjoying every single bit of it. Soon enough, you were ready for your release. You try to warn her, but she understands your signal and whispers gently, “Come for your princess, Y/N.” It was all you needed to make a mess all over her fingers. She rides you through it as your elevated heartbeat goes back to normal.

She watches you with affection, and moments later you return Wanda’s gaze. She sits beside you again, and you both are in a familiar comfortable silence all over again. You decide to break it and bring up the previous conversation, “So… I guess I love you too? You’re the idiot by the way.”

“What do you mean that you guess? If you want to play the game then don’t forget you’re the naked one here and I can tease you really bad.”

“Oh really princess?” You wink at her and shift closer to her. She wraps her arm around you and says, “Let’s get a little cleaned up. I’m feeling a little hungry.”

You innocently ask her, “What do you want to eat?” but her mind is already running towards the wrong places. She swallows and replies, “A cup of green tea would do for me right now, would you like one?” You shake your head in the positive and get up.

— ✦ —

You two sit on the balcony to have the green tea. It’s late at night and the city is asleep. Your mind stares at the dark sky, still not quite visible because of the buildings. Wanda looks towards you the same time you look at her, she’s smiling. “Look at the moon Y/N!” She points towards it. Your gaze stays fixed on Wanda.

“I am looking at her. She’s breathtaking.”

— ✦ —

The following morning was enchanting as ever. You wake in Wanda’s arms, who is already lying awake next to you, waiting for you. “Good morning detka,” she whispers, “I hope you had a nice sleep.”

Morning laziness takes over you, so you hug her tightly and hum. She giggles and rubs your back with her hand, indicating for you to not doze off again. You groan, “I feel like I've slept after years, probably the first time ever.”

“It’s because you are sleeping for the first time in years. I love seeing you like this, but you need to wake up lyubov.”

“Fine, but you have to answer my question.”

“Go ahead.”

“What were you mad about, yesterday and before that?”

She hides her face behind your shoulder. “It’s stupid.” You hold her chin softly and tilt her head so she’s facing you. She sighs.

“Fine. I just didn’t realise how badly I’ve ever wanted to kiss you until you accidentally said that you’d kiss me if we were together. I’ve never been around someone who I could sit together with, listening to some white noise, and feel at home with. Hell, I’ve never been with anyone who could tell me they love me with my morning face. And then you backed off by acting all I-would-never-kiss-you so I was just a little pissed off. I’m sorry. You see, it’s stupid.”

“It isn’t, you’re just an idiot in love with another idiot. Also, don’t you dare say anything about your morning face. Your freckles, your faded accent, your natural hair - my goodness Wanda, I’d seriously kiss you if we were together.” You place little pecks all over her face, making her chuckle. “I love you Wanda.”

“And I love you Y/N.”

You hear the doorbell ring out of the blue. Against your will, you had to get up and open the door. There’s the mail for the day - a few bills, and a small box, addressed to “Y/N Maximoff” again.

You call Wanda outside the room. When she comes next to you, you ask her, “This is the second box. What do you think it is?” She arches her eyebrows suspiciously and takes the box away from you to keep it next to the bowl of keys. “We can find that out later.” she says before kissing your neck.

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[cowboybeepboop]

Through the window

“Fuck you”

“Baby thats what youre gonna do”

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2214

Summary: Late night self pleasure turns into more than self pleasure.

Warnings: p in v, mainly porn with some plot, disgusting words for clit cause it got a little awkward at 1 am, use of vibrator, age gap (like three years), major daddy issues, kinda some Voyeurism, roughness from Bradley but with sweetness, praise kink, hair pulling, getting caught.

A/N: Literally just me writing this while sobbing to Shawn Mendes songs, also I wrote most of it while sitting out in front of my school 💪😩💪 I’m a fucking vibe. I don't know if there's like a big fandom on here anymore considering Top Gun Mav has been out for a while now but yk who cares. Also lowkey have been binging Harry Potter and the last of us so maybe I’ll write some of that later. Not proof read like ever

Bradley has been your built-in best friend, being Mavericks daughter means that you spent the majority of your childhood eating dinners with Carole, having Carole brush your hair and tuck you into bed. Carole Bradshaw became your adoptive mom, she taught you to cook, bake, sew, she helped you with your homework and made sure you knew your worth.

Mav was hardly ever around, he put his heart and soul into being a better person so that Goose wouldn’t be disappointed in him, this being said he forgot about the responsibility of actually taking care of his child. But you never blamed him for it, maybe it’s because when he was there with you all he ever wanted to do was cuddle on the couch watching your favorite films. Sometimes he would come home and lay his head on your lap and you would brush and braid his hair.

So, because of your sometimes absentee father, Bradley filled in. He was there with Mav for every milestone, kindergarten graduation, elementary school choir concerts, he even took time from his busy schedule to come to your highschool graduation.

Which makes your sexual attraction to him all the more disgusting, he basically was your stand in father, even though he was only 3 years older than you. But when Maverick finally realized he had a responsibility to spend more time with you, Brad stopped being like a father figure and more like an older friend who you had the hots for.

Bradley hasn’t been home for months-or longer, you totally haven’t been counting, and it totally hasn’t been exactly 8 months 3 weeks and 5 days. He isn’t planning on coming back any time soon, at least if he is he hasn’t told you, which is why you’re stuck pouting with your face between your hands as a few people purchase drinks from the bar.

You work at Penny’s bar, The Hard Deck, which is lowkey awkward considering your dad used to date her. But nonetheless she treats you like her own daughter. The only thing you dislike about working with her is the fact that she scolds you when you flirt while working, it's understandable but makes you want to roll your eyes.

Maverick walks in with a small smile on his face, sitting down at the bar in front of you, “How’s your day Y/N?”.

“It’s pretty good Mav, Penny might want to talk to you though,” winking at him you walk away, heading in the direction of the dart board.

“Hey boys, need a refill?” you smile sweetly, tapping your heel against the wooden floor softly.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Hangman smirks as he hands you the empty bottles, “you know which tab to add it to right?” he nods toward Coyote.

You give a small nod and head back to the bar to grab two more beer bottles, you add the total to Coyote’s tab. He lost in darts, even after covering Jake’s eyes, one more night and you don’t think you’ll be able to withstand his charm any longer.

“Y/N it’s time for you to clock out, if you want to beat the rush and get to your date on time,” your eyes light up.

“Thank you Pen!” you smile gathering your things before clocking out. “See you tomorrow evening.” Penny nods at you, smiling at you softly as you rush out of the door.

__________

Hours have passed along with another failed attempt at online dating. Both things have led to you lying in your bed holding your breath as you imagine what it'd be like if Bradley came home and surprised you.

It started off innocent, him holding your waist close to him, the heat radiating from his chest as you sucked in a deep breath. Basking in his mahogany, sandalwood and vanilla musky scent, it made your knees weak, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your body felt hot, like you were boiling from the insides out. Squeezing your legs tightly together to keep your panties from soaking your bedsheets.

While biting your lip you carefully open the shoebox hidden underneath your bed, grabbing your bright pink bullet vibrator. If your dad came home, you’d know, so locking the door wasn’t a big priority.

Sucking in a deep breath you relax against your plush mattress. Licking your lips you spread your legs being gentle while unbuttoning your shirt, being slow with each button to build up the tension.

Once you finally peel off your blouse, you throw it to the side of the room before leisurely unzipping your skirt. You’re starting to become impatient, every part of your body is aching to be touched by Bradley’s calloused hands.

“For fucks sake,” a soft whine escapes your parted lips, squeezing your eyes shut you begin roaming your hands all over your body. You squeeze the soft part of your body, moaning Bradley’s name as you do so.

Spreading your legs, you pull down your panties, running a finger through your soaked lips. Once you find the bundle of nerves you start rubbing soft and steady circles into it, this causes your hips to jerk a little while your eyes roll back.

You wrap a hand around your neck putting a comfortable amount of pressure on it, soft moans spill from your lips as you push your hips up begging for more friction. You press the smooth button, listening to the faint hum, you press down two more times. The soft hum from before has become more intense and slightly louder.

Let’s be honest, masturbation is nothing compared to sex. Especially the sex you’ve been dreaming and lusting over since age 16.

A soft smile forms on your lips as you press the rough tip against the hood of your clit, your muscles all tense up while your breathing stops for just a second. It sounded like a rock or something else small had hit your window, after waiting for a few seconds you decide it's probably nothing and press the vibrator against your nub.

You bite down on your lip harshly, squeezing your neck roughly. Sadly, you have a shitty toy because desperate times call for desperate measures so there isn’t much more it can give. Removing the hand from your neck, pushing two fingers into your pulsating hole.

Unbeknownst to yourself, there was now a visitor in your room, one who snuck in from your open window. Hiding in the dark corner next to your window, a hand clasped against his mouth as he absorbed the sight of you desperate and needy begging for more.

“Bradley harder!” you moan loudly, as you pick up the pace of your fingers,your back arching. Cum spills from your pussy, you sink back into the mattress, sighing discontentedly.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” the familiar voice rings through the now silent room. You instantly throw your hands over your chest and squeeze your legs together tightly. “If you needed some help you could have just asked for it.” Bradley walks out into the middle of your room, staring down at you with darkened eyes.

“B-bradley, when did you get in here?” you try to play it cool but sweat is forming on your forehead as you rapidly cover up with a blanket, eyes shifting to the window.

“Do you mean, how much did I see? Or rather how much I heard?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, you nod as your cheeks turn a deep red. “Not much, just you pleading for me to be rougher, is that really how you like it princess?”.

“Bradley! Shut up,” you cover your face with your hands while trying to figure out the best thing for you to do now. “Look, I didn’t know you were stopping by. I’m sorry that you, uhm, that you saw what you saw.” Your voice cracks while you barely take a breath, his shoes clack against the floor as he makes his way to you.

The dip in the bed being the sign that he’s next to you. “Y/N, I really don’t care.” He pries your hands off your face. “I know you didn’t know I was coming into town, because it was a surprise.” He sucks in a deep breath, “I just didn’t know I was the one who would be surprised.”

The room fills with silence, just your accelerated breathing and the ticking of your alarm clock. “Hey Brad… Can you please leave?” you push your face into your knees.

Bradley licks his lips, “I think I have a better idea,” he runs a finger down your spine while pressing kisses into your shoulder. Your body relaxes into him as you sigh quietly, he pulls your face from your legs “Look at me, my pretty girl,” you slowly open your eyes while avoiding making eye contact,

“Darlin’ I want you to look in my eyes,” biting your lower lip you look up at him innocently, his hands move to cup your cheeks and pull you into his face. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grips your neck and leans into kiss you.

You move onto his lap while tangling your fingers in his hair, he groans into your mouth before pulling back. Bradley pulls away from your lips and moves to kiss your neck, using his body to push your back against your bed. You gasp as he explores your body with his mouth, calloused fingers pinching your nipples.

Arching into him you moan loudly as he pushes a finger into your throbbing pussy. “You like that?” his voice low and seductive, using his thumb he presses your nub softly. Bradley presses kisses all over your stomach, groaning at the sight of you so needy under him, pre cum leaks from his tip as he grinds against the bed.

“I need you right now, please,” you grab Bradley by his face and pull him up. Kissing his lips passionately while grinding down on his fingers.

“Oh what a needy little slut you are, huh?” He pushes two more fingers into you, “is this what you needed? Or is this a little more up your alley.” He smirks while wrapping a hand around your throat, applying ample pressure.

“Fuck you,” you groan, lips parting as your chest heaves, gasps pouring from your mouth.

“Baby, that's what you’re gonna do,” he taunts, Bradshaw has had enough. He finally lays down and pulls you onto his stomach, his hands massage your thighs as he lifts your hips up.

“Bradley wait,” your hands rest on his chest, “ condom, left middle drawer”. He leans over grabbing the small golden wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, fumbling with the latex as he squeezes it over his tip.

“Thanks for reminding me princess,” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “now ride me babe,”.

Lining your hole up with his tip you begin to lower yourself down on him, moans leave your parted lips. He furrows his eyebrows, hands moving up to cup your breasts, you sink down on his length, wincing at the uncomfortable stretch.

“Fuck, good girl,” bradley groans, his shakey breathing fills your senses. You lift your hips slowly bouncing on his dick, he grabs your ass squeezing roughly. Your hands explore his abs as you use his body to steady your own.

Your eyes squeeze tight, body tightening up around him. Twirling your fingers into your hair you grasp the strands pulling at his roots.

Bradley flips the pair of you over, his eyes dark and dominant as he hovers over you, his hips thrust into yours at a steady pace. He lowers his head to suck on your erect nipple, one hand wraps around your neck squeezing just enough to slow your breathing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him to you, kissing his lips passionately, your nails dig into his back. Bradley presses his middle finger into your clit, rubbing rough circles into it, while trying to hold back moans you bury your face in his nape.

His thrusts become sloppy, bradleys hand tightens around your neck causing you to arch into him, he leans down sucking dark hickeys into your neck. “Darling, I’m so close,” the sound of skin slapping fills the room as you nod in response.

“Me too Bradley,” you whine quietly. Bradley uses his middle and pointer finger to rub sloppy circles into your sensitive nub, causing your body to jerk forward and your eyes to flutter shut, soft moans fill his ears.

He runs his hand through your hair pulling your head back. Bradley throws his head back in pleasure, you begin to tighten up around him drawing out a long groan. “Rooster,” you chant his name, “more, please I need more,”, he complies with your desires and angles your bodies so he hits even deeper.

Hugging your body close to his, he thrusts a couple more times before you cum around him, Bradley slows down as he cums. His body jerks softly, “Thats the best welcome home present ive ever gotten love,” he whispers into your ear.

Your bedroom door opens, revealing Maverick, “Get your clothes on and meet me in the living room,” his stern voice shakes you to the core.

Well shit

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❄️🛷KINKMAS 2023🧤☃️

i’m going to be doing kinkmas this year!! once again give me some requests for me.

I’ll be going to be doing december 1 through december 25!! So i hope everyone enjoys and hope everyone has a wonderful christmas and happy holidays ☃️✨🥰❄️

Day 1: Austin Butler (Breeding Kink)

Day 2: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Hickeys)

Day 3: Elvis Presley (Stepdad)

Day 4: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Pleasure)

Day 5: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (Bad Girl)

Day 6: Jack Chambers (In Victory)

Day 7: Sodapop Curtis (Sleeping In The Lot)

Day 8: JJ Maybank (Doing Bad Things)

Day 9: Harry Styles (Hotel Sex)

Day 10: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (After The Dance)

Day 11: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell ‘86 (At The Bar)

Day 12: Brian O’Conner (Victory Win)

Day 13: Darrel Curtis (Christmas Eve)

Day 14: Arthur Curry (In A Boat)

Day 15: Peter Parker (Studying)

Day 16: Dallas Winston (Sneaking Around)

Day 17: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (A Quickie)

Day 18: Ponyboy Curtis (Being a Whore)

Day 19: Shawn Mendes (Taking a Bath)

Day 20: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw & Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Day 21: John B (A Blowjob)

Day 22: Kyle Scheible (Late Night Sex)

Day 23: Harvey ‘Mouthpiece’ Gonzales (Getting Caught)

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinkmas #kinkmas 2023 #austin butler #harry styles #elvis presley #outer banks #netflix #obx #5 secs of summer #5 seconds of summer #merry christmas #jj maybank x kook!reader #jason momoa x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 86 #pete mitchell smut #dc vs marvel #marvel #dc #peter parker #obx pogues #bradley rooster x y/n #youtubers #colby brock x you #colby brock #dirty fanfic #shawn mendes

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hii ! can i request francis wilkerson (mitm) x fem!reader smut whos really shy with intimacy and francis just guides the reader gently with fluff aftercare?

Lights On (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re not used to being intimate, so Francis makes sure your first time with him is extra special.

A/N: inspired by lights on by shawn mendes teehee i feel like this could be better but whatever

CW: p in v sex, loss of virginity, praise kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation/exhibitionism/voyeurism, soft dom!Francis maybe ??, kinda talks you through it

***

You weren’t used to being so close to someone. At least not physically. Yes, you had your fair share of partners, but you had never gotten that far with any of them. The lack of action eventually drove them all away, leaving you heartbroken.

Francis was different, though. You thought that after so much time together, he’d be annoyed that you hadn’t had sex with him yet. But he was nothing but kind and understanding, never pushing you or trying to guilt you into anything. When you were finally ready, you knew Francis would make it all worth it.

“Hey, Francis?” You called out to him as you made the bed. The two of you had been living and working at the Grotto for a few months now, and it was absolute bliss.

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, coming out of the bathroom. 

“What’s on your schedule today?” You asked your boyfriend as he fluffed and repositioned your pillows. He let out a puff of air as he thought.

“Not much. I think a few horse rides and taking care of the stables, and then Otto let me have the rest of the night off.” Francis walked around the bed to get to you, resting his hands on your hips. “Why? Did you wanna do something?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I have the night off too, so I was thinking maybe we’d get some dinner from the restaurant and have a night in. What do you think?” You tilted your head to the side at the end of your question, and watched Francis grin down at you.

“I think that sounds perfect.” He responded, kissing your lips. “I can’t wait.”

***

You had been thinking about tonight’s possible events all day. You were a bit surprised you got any work done. You were trying to decide on a good way to tell Francis that you were ready. Of course, you could just come out and say that you wanted to have sex with him. But being so blatant seemed a bit nerve-wracking.

When you got back to your room, you kicked off your shoes and went to the bathroom mirror. The labors of your workday were evident; your clothes were somewhat ruffled and dirty, and your hair was a bit messy. So you decided to take a shower and freshen up, the warm water relaxing the dull ache in your muscles and putting your mind at ease.

“Y/n?” You heard Francis call out as you stepped out of the shower. “I’m home!”

“Just a second!” You shouted through the door. You patted yourself dry, putting on a loose shirt, which was probably Francis’s, and underwear before stepping out of the bathroom.

You watched Francis empty a bag, placing the different takeout boxes from the Grotto restaurant on the table. Hearing you walk in, he looked up, and a smile immediately graced his lips.

“Hey, cutie.” He said, closing the small gap between you and putting a hand on your hip. “How was your day?” He asked after giving you a kiss.

“Better now that you’re here.” You responded, resting your hands on Francis’ shoulders. “I see you brought dinner.”

“Yeah, I was helping set up the tables for dinner, so I figured I’d grab our food when I was done.” 

Francis gently pulled you to the table, pulling a chair out for you. When you sat down, he took the chair next to you and opened the boxes, helping serve you first.

Dinner was filled with delicious food and light conversation. You were grateful when Francis started on a long story about something that had happened during one of his horse rides today, because it distracted you from the nervousness you had felt throughout the day. There was something about Francis that just washed away whatever nagged at you, making you calm and content.

When you were finished eating, the two of you cleared the table. You flopped down on the bed and stretched your limbs.

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked, looking at you curiously before sitting on the bed next to you.

Now was your chance. You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows as you looked up at Francis.

“Well…” You started, turning to lay on your side and rest your head in your hand. “I had an idea or two.”

“Oh, yeah?” Francis mirrored your position. “Such as?”

“I…” You suddenly became distracted by Francis’ lips and how close his body was to yours. You pressed your legs together, which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He arched an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “We could have sex.”

Francis stared at you briefly, processing what you had just said. He bit his lip, scooting a bit closer to you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and your heart melted at the fact that he wanted you to be a hundred percent confident in your decision. You nodded. “Are you sure you’re ready? Because we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You said with finality. “I’m ready. Unless you don’t wanna have sex. I mean, in that case, obviously, we don’t have to, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time an-”

You were glad that Francis cut off your rambling by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into it, letting him guide your body to rest against the pillows on your bed before hovering over you. The hand that didn’t hold him up started to slip under the hem of your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asked against your lips, and you nodded furiously. But that wasn’t enough for him. “Want you to say it, honey.”

“It’s okay.” You responded immediately in a whine. “More than okay.”

Now having a satisfactory answer, Francis’ hand left feather-light touches on your skin as it went along your side and up to cup one of your boobs. He started tweaking your nipple, and he swallowed the whiny moan you had let out.

“You like that, baby?” Francis asked, his lips leaving yours to kiss down the column of your neck.

“Uh-huh.”

“Want me to take this off?” He asked, toying with the hem of your shirt. You nodded and sat up, helping him tug the article of clothing off and over your head. Now almost entirely bare, Francis stared at you with hunger. “God.” He breathed out, diving in to kiss and grope at your chest, which you happily welcomed. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Francis has said this to you before. Not a day went by without him complimenting you in some way. But the way he had said it now, voice deep with lust, left you wet and aching. You tried to close your legs together to soothe some of your neediness, but Francis noticed your reaction and smirked up at you.

“You like it when I call you pretty?” He cooed, and you nodded. He grinned, kissing your tits before trailing slowly down your stomach. “I’ll bet you’ll look even prettier when you’re stuffed full with my cock.”

“Francis.” You moaned. You grabbed his shirt, tugging at the fabric. “Can you take it off?”

“Of course, baby.” He uttered softly before kissing your lips and sitting up on the balls of his feet. As he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, he looked at you, eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. This meant he had an idea, and you were beyond curious about what it was. “You know what you can do while you wait?”

“What?” 

“You can touch yourself.” The casual tone in Francis’ voice made your breath hitch. “Wanna know how to make you feel good. You can do that, right? Be a good girl and get yourself off for me?”

You squirmed at the ‘good girl’ title, desperately wanting to hear more of that. Hesitantly, one of your hands drifted down your body to your aching core. You wished it was Francis’ hand instead of yours, but yours would do for now.

“You don’t have to be shy, honey,” Francis said reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your knee as he tugged off his button-up and belt, leaving him in jeans and an undershirt. “You can do it.”

Francis’ words gave you the push you needed to pull the seat of your panties to the side and graze over your clit. Begging for stimulation, the delicate touch made you twitch and sigh. Francis’ watchful eyes didn’t help with your heavy arousal.

As Francis got off the bed to tug off his pants, two of your fingers gathered your wetness, spreading it up to your clit before plunging into your pussy. You sighed in relief as you started to finger yourself, movements speeding up to a rhythm that made you writhe around on the bed and throw your head back in pleasure. 

Francis’ cock hardened at the sight of you, making him groan. Standing in his boxers, he started palming himself while watching your movements. It was like he was studying you, memorizing the pace of your fingers thrusting in and out of yourself and how you rubbed at your clit with your other hand.

Eventually, your movements started to falter, your hand growing tired of the fast motions. Hearing a whimper fall from your lips from the lack of stimulation you needed, Francis crawled onto the bed.

“Need help, baby?” He asked.

“Please.” You mewled, letting Francis grab your wrists and pull your hands away from between your thighs.

Francis’ finger prodded at your entrance, slowly entering you to get you used to his touch. You groaned, moving your hips to try to quicken his pace. Getting the message, Francis started fingering you at the same pace that you had previously, soon adding a second finger.

When his thumb began rubbing at your clit, you jolted.

“Oh, Francis.” You moaned, the coil in your stomach quickly tightening. “Francis, I’m- I’m gonna…”

“Come on, pretty girl, you can do it.” Francis coaxed, gaze constantly switching between your legs and your face. “Come for me, Y/n. Come on my fingers.”

As if those were the magic words, you snapped. Your orgasm overcame you, and you groaned and babbled as your legs shook from the immense pleasure. Francis kept up his pace to ride you through your climax. When you came down, he slowed to a stop, removing his fingers and licking up your arousal until his fingers were clean.

“Was that okay?” He asked, staring at you with a serious look. The question made you giggle.

“More than okay.” You replied. 

“Are you sure you still wanna-”

“Yes.” You interrupted. “Please, Francis. I want you so bad.”

Francis took a deep breath, thoroughly aroused by your begging. He reached over to his bedside table, opening the drawer to pull out a condom from a pack that he had bought so he’d be prepared if you ever decided you were ready. Opening the foil wrapper, he shoved off his boxers, and you watched his dick spring up, finally free from its confinements. You gulped when looking at the size of him, but still kicked off your panties with eagerness.

Once the condom was rolled on, Francis settled between your legs and looked up at you.

“I’ll go slow. If you need me to stop, just tell me.” You nodded, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly wanting a verbal answer. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Grabbing himself, Francis swept the tip through your folds to gather your wetness and spread it with his hand before pressing to your entrance. With one final look for confirmation, Francis slowly pushed in, his free hand grabbing yours.

You inhaled sharply. The feeling was a bit strange; filling and pleasurable, but with a slight sting of pain. But you didn’t want Francis to stop. 

When he buried himself to the hilt, he stopped, wanting you to adjust to him. He planted constant kisses on any skin he could reach, mumbling praises to you that made you wetter.

“Francis.” You said, and he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. “Move, please.”

Slowly, Francis pulled out until just the tip was in. Then he started thrusting in and out of you at a light pace, eyeing your expressions to make sure you weren’t feeling anything other than pleasure.

“Faster.” You whined, arching your back as Francis quickened his pace. 

“Doing so good for me, baby.” Francis groaned, nipping at your chest. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck to try to ground yourself. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, hoping that any neighbors or people passing by couldn’t hear you. But then again, if they did, you wouldn’t care. You were too wrapped up in the feeling of Francis filling you to the brim, making you feel things you’d never felt with another person.

“You look so pretty.” He mumbled, watching his cock disappear inside of you and feeling you flutter around him at the compliment. “Feel so good.”

“Feels so good, Francis.” You groaned. A hand went down to rub at your clit, and Francis knew that you were close. He gently removed your hand to replace it with his own.

“Come when you’re ready, Y/n.” He said, free hand gripping your thigh. 

Once again, the pleasure swirled inside of you until you couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. You let out a guttural moan, this orgasm more powerful and overwhelming than the last. Your pussy squeezed Francis’ cock tightly, and soon enough, he came as well, spilling into the condom.

When Francis stopped his thrusting and laid on top of you, the room was filled with heavy pants as the two of you caught your breath. 

“You did so good, baby.” Francis praised you, pressing a few quick kisses to your cheeks before kissing you on the lips. “How was it?”

“Perfect.” You muttered with a blissed-out smile, clearly exhausted. 

“I’m glad.” Francis grinned, lifting himself off of you. 

He pulled out of you, making you pout at the sudden lack of fullness. He went into the bathroom, soon coming back with a damp washcloth. Gently, he wiped you clean, pressing a kiss to each of your knees. Then he threw the cloth into the hamper, going to the dresser to grab clothes for the both of you.

Now dressed in another one of his shirts and some shorts, you curled into him as he lay on the bed next to you. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your hair, stroking your back.

“I love you too, Francis.” You replied softly, soon dozing off.

***

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Shawn Mendes One-Shot

I trudged into my bathroom, trying to place where my toothpaste went. I searched the whole bathroom, but to no avail. I groaned in frustration, knowing Shawn took my toothpaste without letting me know in advance--again.

I stomped my way across the house, not bothering to knock before walking into his bathroom, I only noticed the shower running as I was in the middle of searching the cabinets.

But the shower was not the only noise, deep groans filled the room, making my cheeks flush a deep crimson. Though I was embarrassed, I could not bring myself to leave. The moans became more breathy, needier.

"Mm, f-fuck!" I trailed my way over towards the voice, finding myself in front of Shawn's shower. The glass keeping him isolated from me was foggy, but I could still see his silhouette faintly.

"S-such a good girl for me, Y/n." I gasped softly, surprise washed over my entire body. He was moaning my name while he touched himself. I was what he thought about when he got himself off.

Suddenly, his groans stopped. I froze in my tracks, my hand sliding to my mouth. Had he heard me? Had I been caught? I got an answer to both of those questions as the shower door opened, my soft gasp had been muffled by my hand.

Shawn stood there, his expression went from embarrassed to lustful in a matter of seconds. "You just going to stand there and watch? Or, will you join and help like a good girl?" His seductive words tossed me out of my trance, I quickly stripped myself of any fabric. Shawn pulled me in the shower the second my underwear was off.

"Such a little slut, watching me touch my cock." He gripped my hips with much force, it felt like his fingers were searing my skin down to the bone. "Say it. Say that your a slut." When I did not answer immediately, he brought his hand back and gave a sharp slap to my ass. I yelped, scrambling to find words as his hand raised again.

"I-I'm a slut! I'm such a slut for you, Sh-" I quickly stopped myself of speaking his legal name, remembering when he mentioned his daddy kink. "Daddy!" He smirked, slowly dropping his hand. "Good girl, such a good girl," He praised quietly. Shawn pulled me indefinitely close, his stiff cock rubbing against my core. I whimpered at the feeling of his length against my skin, I could feel his size against my warm skin.

His right hand travels from my waist down to my pussy, I bite my lip desperately, ready to beg him to touch me. Shawn's index and middle finger tease my wet entrance, spreading my arousal around my needy cunt.

"M-more, please!" It took almost everything in me to force those words out, my words were breathy as he rubbed my clit in painfully slow circles. "Such a needy little girl, so desperate for my touch." I nodded frantically, hoping that confirmation would make him decide whether I would get more.

Shawn's left hand raises towards my neck and into my hair, pulling roughly. I yelp in response, panting from the new sensation and the reoccurring one farther down my body. His hand cranes down towards my ear, "I will not stop unless you say the word 'red' or if you tap my arm three times. Got it?" I nod, as nothing intelligible is able to fall past my lips at this moment. "Words, baby." He nips at my earlobe, making me whimper. "Y-Yes, understood." Shawn chuckles, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and biting my skin roughly. Feeling his teeth against my skin was euphoric, feeling them sink down before sucking harshly once again.

Shawn's fingers had slowed down, my stimulation slowing as well. I was too focused on his plump lips on my neck to remember his fingers between my legs. That is, until he suddenly plunged two digits into my throbbing core. I cried out in pleasure as his fingers slammed in and out of me at an alarming rate.

"Mmph! F-fuck, Daddy!" Shawn continues to mark my neck viciously, not giving a single word to me as I screamed for him. He removed his head from the crook of my neck, looking at my vulnerable state cockily. Swiftly, Shawn slams his digits to hit my G-spot directly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted, struggling to steady my breath. He chuckled as I begged for mercy, begging for him to slow down in the slightest, but to no avail. As I clenched around his long fingers, almost falling off the edge, he slipped his digits out of my core.

"No, no! P-please! M-more, need more." Shawn's hand released my hair, traveling to tilt my chin up. "So, so needy." His other hand dripped with my arousal, it came to rest on my bottom lip. "Open, slut." I complied, opening my mouth. His slipped his digits into my mouth, "Suck." Once again, I obey his commands. I suck down my wetness, releasing his fingers from my tongue.

"Bend over, slut." I twist around, bending over in front of him. My hands rest on the cold tile, until Shawn aggressively grabs them both and holds them behind me. "You ready to get fucked so hard you cannot think straight? Pounded so deep that you will not be able to fucking walk?" I nod, so desperate for him, needing him inside me. He growls in frustration, delivering a strong slap to my ass.

"Y-yes! I want it so bad, Daddy!" Shawn nods in approval, his hand snakes to my neck, wrapping around my skin tightly. His other hand guides his cock into me, once he's fully inside of me, he wastes no time to start pounding into me.

"F-fuck! Slow d-down, Daddy!" Pornagraphic moans slipped past my lips as I struggled to think. My brain was fogged from pleasure, "Oh, really?" Shawn slows down by a mile, slow stroking into me. I whined, wanting the fast pace back. "That's what I thought, you're such a slut for my cock." His actions are once again rapid, pounding into me ruthlessly. Shawn's hand tightens around my throat, my breath hitches as I fought to stay conscious.

"D-daddy, I'm so close!" I might as well had said nothing, as he did nothing with this information. He let out a deep groan, his thrusts became sloppy as we both got closer to our edge. "N-not yet, baby. I'm c-close too, just hold on." I whined, so desperately wanting to cum. Our screams of pleasure bounced across the walls, I could not take it anymore, it was too much not to get some sort of release.

I screamed as I came around Shawn's girthy cock, he groaned while I clenched around him. "S-such a slut, cumming before I tell you too." His hand moves from my waist to stimulate my clit, still thrusting into me. The strokes were slower than before, but still enough to overstimulate me.

"Mmph! T-too much! Stop, Daddy!" He chuckled, not listening to my strained words. "C'mon, keep screaming like that, Princess." I continued to cry out for him, waiting for him to cum inside of me.

His groans deepened, "Sh-shit! I'm gonna f-fucking cum!" Shawn kept his word, cumming inside of me not long after he spoke. I wailed as his cum filled my up, still slowly thrusting into me. He finally pulled out of me, pulling me in closer by my waist. I got up and faced towards him, "You did good, Princess." I flushed and smiled softly at him. Shawn connects our lips, his plump lips moving softly against mine.

"Wanna go watch a movie in my room, baby?" He asks, meeting my gaze. "Yeah, that sounds nice." Shawn nods, pulling us into the water.

We rinsed off, when we got out he grabbed one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers to wear. He insisted on carrying me back to his room, where he gently laid me down on the bed.

"I love you so much, baby," He mumbles softly into my hair, planting a soft kiss. "I love you too, Mendes." I cuddle in closer to his chest, tracing small patterns against his skin. "I hope you know that this now means that you're mine." I laugh and nod, "I like the sound of that." Shawn kisses my head once more before the two of us fall unconscious.

I'm currently writing this at 1am so yeah ☺️

I am sorry I put you all through this pain xx

#shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes #shawn #mendes #fluff #fic #smut

[panye]

fic post: hello, lovers

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes | 2k | Explicit

Name: Shawn Age: 24 Pronouns: He/him Desires: light praise kink, light daddy kink

Oh. He could do that. Probably pretty well, too. Niall sits up on his bed a little taller and adjusts his headphones, pressing the green accept button.

Or, Niall is a phone sex operator at Hello Lovers hotline, and Shawn is his last caller on Valentine’s Day.

#1dficvillage #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #1dsource #trackinghome #my shiall list #shiall #hendes #omg!!! another shiall fic! #happy valentines day #allwaswell16 #1d rare pairs #1d fics #fan fic post #1d fic post #ily besties

[violetsandfluff]

DON’T READ THIS—

18+ please!!

Shawn was the cutest thing ever when he slept. That’s why your heart almost melted when you entered the house to see him dozing peacefully on the couch. He was wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket that was at least a foot too short for his long frame. His mouth hung slightly agape as he slept, and his curls were ruffled adorably.

You perched yourself on the edge of the last cushion, entranced by his tranquility. That was until he pitched forward suddenly, letting out a big sneeze.

Your eyebrows shot up and you caught yourself laughing in surprise. “Bless you, baby!”

Shawn sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand before glancing over to where you sat.

“I…didn’t know you were home,” he mumbled sheepishly. “Sorry, that was probably gross.”

“You’re not gross at all, Shawnie,” you cooed as you made your way over to him, cupping his rosy cheeks in your hands. Placing a small kiss on his nose, you added, “That was adorable.”

Shawn leaned into your hand, shifting slightly so you could play with his hair.

“You’re awfully warm, baby. Are you feeling alright?”

He shook his head as his eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment. “I skipped work today because I didn’t feel good,” he admitted.

“My poor baby,” you frowned, taking note of how raspy and congested he sounded.

“I’m okay,” he assured you with a weak smile. “I’m feeling a little better.”

“Why don’t you go up to bed?” you suggested.

“You’re not coming with me?” Shawn pouted, his forehead wrinkling in disappointment.

“I’m gonna make you some tea first. Then I’ll be up,” you promised, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Go get comfy.”

He sniffled before nodding wordlessly and making his way up the flight of stairs. From the kitchen, you could hear his failed attempts to stifle a round of sneezes that caught him off guard.

Once you had finished making two mugs of his favorite kind of tea, you carried them carefully up the stairs, using your hip to open the bedroom door. You were met with the sight of Shawn curled up obediently on your side of the bed. As you got closer, you noticed that his arms were wrapped around one of your favorite sweatshirts.

Placing the mugs on your nightstand, you sat down on the bed beside your sick boyfriend and began tracing nonexistent patterns on his back.

“You okay, bub?” you inquired sweetly, watching his angelic face intently.

He nodded, presumably avoiding speech so as not to irritate his throat. His nose had become a bright shade of red due to constant blowing and wiping and his eyes were glossy and tired.

“Can you lift up your shirt for me?”

Shawn sighed as he pushed off his blankets, taking your instructions a step further than necessary by removing his shirt.

You covered the the top of his perfect chest in a strong cough suppressant before tucking him back in.

He reached over to the nightstand, handing you a mug and keeping one for himself. Lowering his lips to the rim, he immediately began gulping down the warm liquid, smiling softly as the heat soothed his throat.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah,” he replied honestly. “It makes my throat feel better.”

You took a sip of your own tea and leaned against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in an awkward half-hug.

“Don’t get too close,” he warned. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured him. “Besides, hugs make everything better.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Can you put my mug back?” you asked, handing him your barely-touched drink. “I don’t want to spill it.”

“How would you spill it?”

“Better question,” you scoffed, “how wouldn’t I?”

Shawn laughed hoarsely before taking an absentminded sip from the mug, sneezing promptly after.

You grimaced as you realized what he’d done. “That was mine,” you pointed out incredulously.

Shawn looked from you to the cup for a moment until it hit him. “Shit, y/n,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s okay.” You patted his shoulder softly. “Can I have it back?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “Are you crazy? You’re gonna get sick, too.”

“I don’t care,” you explained, trying to keep your cool. “I’m okay with sharing.”

Shawn shook his head in resignation before handing your drink back.

~~~

“Y/N?”

Shawn’s gentle voice stirred you awake after what felt like mere seconds. You opened your mouth to respond, only to squeeze your eyes shut as you felt your breath hitching.

Shawn watched in dismay as you let out a procession of three sneezes, ending in vain sniffles.

“I told you,” he sighed. “You never listen.”

“I don’t feel good, Shawnie,” you whined, cuddling into his warm body.

“You’re alright, honey,” he spoke softly as he helped get you situated among the tangle of blankets. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded, wiping your nose with your wrist. “You know what would be even more comfortable?”

“You want me to warm you up?” Shawn guessed.

You nodded, rolling over so you were little spoon.

“Alright,” Shawn agreed begrudgingly. “But only because you’re sick.” He rearranged the covers for a second time before lining up the blunt tip of his cock with your enterance and pushing it in. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whined softly, eyes fluttering shut. “It feels good.”

Shawn nodded in satisfaction.

After a few agonizing minutes, you felt yourself getting warm… in all the wrong ways. You shifted around his cock a few times, your motions only serving to aggravate him.

“Are you comfy yet?” he asked, traces of annoyance evident in his tone.

You pulled forward, away from his cock, before pushing back, coaxing a euphoric groan from his lips.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re supposed to be sick.”

“Please, can I ride you?”

Shawn’s face fell. “I’m not feeling up to that,” he said after a moment’s silence. “I’m sorry. I promise, the second I feel better, we can have sex.”

“Please?” you begged, holding on to your last bit of hope. “I’m so wet and horny already.”

Shawn placed a cool palm to your forehead. “You’re pretty warm, honey. I’m not sure sex is the best thing for you right now.”

He kicked off the blankets, using one to wrap you up like a burrito. “You can ride me if you must, but I don’t want you getting any more sick than you already are. Okay?”

You nodded your head vigorously, mounting your horse. The sex wasn’t good by any means, but it served its purpose. After your second orgasm, you collapsed beside Shawn, groaning as you felt your hot skin touch the cool fabric of the pillow.

“Aww, honey,” Shawn tsked as he examined you. “I don’t know which is more messy. Your nose or your pussy?”

You gasped at his comment.

“Your nose is all runny and sneezy, but your pussy is ruining your blankets.”

“Can you help me clean up?” you asked, cringing at your own words. Lucky for you, however, it worked.

“Of course,” Shawn grinned, steadying your head with his hands as his tongue licked a hot stripe beneath your nose. “First things first,” he murmured against your skin before lowering his head to your pussy, where he let out two rapid, uncovered sneezes that landed on your pussy and thighs.

You moaned in pleasure at the sensation. The sound of Shawn’s sniffles as he ate you out filled the air, alongside the soft sounds you made.

And I didn’t know how to end this, so this is where I stop. Good night lmao

#snz kink #snzfic #Shawn mendes sickfic #what possessed me to write this

[fartsandotherstink]

98) Hey @fartsandotherstink / @fartsandotherstink2 / @smells2205!

🎉 I WISH YOU AN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎊

You are one of my dearest friends here on Tumblr, you supported me when my blog was deleted (which shows you really liked my blog).

You laughed with me when we used to send each other public questions about our common kinks and characters we love.

We also share our problems, our feelings...

I really hope you will find a loving dominant boyfriend who will uses you as his human cushion and farts on your face and in your mouth, because I know it's your main kink.

I also know you love no one more than you love His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, according to you the most talented and handsome man living on this planet!

That's why I asked him to wish you himself an happy birthday! Here he comes!

Oh wow, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes is really so tall and impressive! Hey, don't blush, my friend! Comes with me, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes have a question for you. You must curtsey, of course, he is your superior since he is an American straight rich white alpha male celeb.

Good. Now that you are kneeling at his feet, he looks down at you, smiling at the cute fag you are.

SHAWN MENDES : "Happy Birthday, fag!"

He pets your head as if you were his dog.

SHAWN MENDES : "Your dear friend @submissivegayfrenchboy came to me, asking me to wish you your Happy Birthday. Now kiss my ass, fag!"

He turns his beautiful ass in front of you znd you kiss his butt, though it is covered by his pants. He smiles at you.

SHAWN MENDES : "Now I'm feeling generous since you are my biggest fan and you are in love with me. I'm gonna spend the whole day with you! @submissivegayfrenchboy will follow us as my servant, carrying my things. But you and I are gonna spend your Birthday day together. Would you rather

- 1) go on a romantic date with me?

- 2) spent the whole day crushed under my ass and licking it?

- 3) walking with me but whenever I am feeling gassy you kneel to smell my farts?

- 4) feed me and when the day is over i will shit on a plate and my delicious gigantic turds will be your birthday cake?

- 5) have sex with me and licking my body?

- 6) worship my feet while we listen to my songs and you tell me why you love me?

Chose wisely, cute faggot!"

Oh my God, His Royal Highness Prince Shawn Mendes, the love of your life, offered you many choices! What are you gonna do!

You have one bonus : if there is two things you wanna do, you can chose one thing to during the day and the other to do during night, since meeting your lovelife will happen only once in your lifetime.

SHAWN MENDES : "I'll be gone at the morning, but I'll offer you my clothes as a birthday gifts, so you can keep my stinky socks and underwear. I know fags like you like to smell them! Cute loser farts sniffer !"

Hello Your Highness

I know I’m not worthy of your birthday wishes but thank you so much. I would love nothing more than to be crushed under your godly, manly ass all day, while I lick and sniff all those stinky farts.

To end the day, I would love to have your perfect shit presented to be as a cake, and laughed at while I eat it.

I’m so grateful you let me keep your sweaty socks and dirty underwear, but I’m sad this is the only time I see you.

Thank you for the opportunity Your Highness.

#male farts #male bulge #male bum #maleass #armpits #burping #male fart #shawn mendes #male celebrity feet

[annas-hair-donut]

Laced with Strawberries

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna/Kristoff Characters: Kristoff, Anna Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Cruise Ship, Song: Teach Me How To Love (Shawn Mendes), Strangers to Lovers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Food Kink, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Femdom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Flavored Lube, Cunnilingus, Penis In Vagina Sex, Woman on Top Series: Part 12 of Loony's Song Fics Summary:

Kristoff meets a polka-dotted redhead in a red polka-dotted bikini who has a lot to teach him about...strawberries.

Based on "Teach Me How to Love" by Shawn Mendes.

#frozen #kristanna #kristanna fanfic #laced with strawberries #shawn mendes #teach me how to love

[hcdcsbcbydcll]

Current list of things I am craving

as always, there will be triggering content under the cut, proceed at your own risk

general

mafia

vampires

omegaverse

soulmates

poly

hybrids

royalty au's

size kink

specific

The Harvest is a government-issued bidding game hosted on every harvest moon, where Omegas are auctioned off to the highest bidding high-society Alpha or Beta, to ensure every Omega is given a secure and wealthy home where they can be assured the proper care and protection. Taking part in the auction is unavoidable to newly detected Omegas, however, per the rules of the game, they're given a chance to fight for their own claim in what is now known as The Run. This additional rule to the otherwise strictly mandatory bidding game is based on prior Omegas succeeding in their escape, thus proving their own self-worth and their own means to take care of themselves. Omegas who choose to take part in The Run are given a full minute’s head-start, however, by choosing to take part in The Run Omegas give up their position as bidding prizes, therefore no longer under the protection laws of The Harvest, and are thus free-game to any Alpha or Beta who would choose to hunt them down.

siren!ángel. can do a more human look or a more monsterfucking kind of look.

lia wants to tease and then be put in her place. maybe coupled with her being a mafia princess who thinks she can get away with anything.

give her a (step)brother(s) too

adrian as a rockstar bothering his manager and making her life hell bc he is a bully and wants her all to himself

free use in a group of friends setting

i picked up a dog/cat ( both ) who was hurt in the street and wanted to take care of them until they were well. but now it’s the next day and why the fuck is there an attractive person in their place?! what do you mean you’re a shifter and you were that animal????

some of the faces i would love to have thrown at me:

dove cameron, abigail cowen, sydney sweeney, emeraude toubia, lana condor, olivia holt, danielle campbell, natalya dyer song kang, woo do hwan, dominic sherwood, chris evans, shawn mendes, matthew daddario, noah centineo, mackenyu arata

#indie kink rp #indie smut rp #discord kink rp #discord smut rp