#shawn peter raul mendes angst

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Aw, Nuts

NSFW 18+ / Minors, please DNI…

Word Count: ~4.8k

Notes: I had fun with this one, until I didn't, and then again when I did. 😜 Some angst, smut, and some fluff. Didn’t stick to the request exactly. Let’s be honest, no sexy time for three months? None at all? Come on, it’s Shawn. 😝 I haven’t written present tense for awhile, so please forgive any mistakes you might see... Might be a bit before I get to another request. I’ve been neglecting my OC series, so I’m going to try to finish the next part of that before I sift through my asks again. As always, likes are wonderful, but reblogs are better, and comments are cherished. 💕

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You scrutinize yourself in your full length mirror.

You’re wearing a blush colored, lace bodycon dress and the most comfortable of the cutest heels you own for a night out with your boyfriend.

You screw your face and huff, “Am I not attractive? Am I not sexy?”

“Of course you are, darling,” your best friend, JJ, hums distractedly.

“You would fuck me if you were straight, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat, Sweetie,” he mumbles.

You glance over your shoulder. The other occupant of your apartment is sideways in the plush armchair in the corner of your bedroom, his eyes not on you, but his phone screen.

His inattention further frustrates you. “Bitch, enough with the damn phone. I’m in the middle of a crisis here! I need your attention more than whatever sugar daddy you’re flirting with on Grindr.” You stomp across the room and yank his phone from his hands.

“What the hell?!” He snatches his phone back but wisely shoves it in his pocket and sits up properly. “All right. You have my undivided attention. What’s the goddamn crisis?”

“Shawn.”

JJ raises an eyebrow. “Shawn?”

You pout. “We’ve been dating for three months and we still haven’t had sex.”

“Wait, what??” JJ thought you were keeping your sex life private for Shawn’s sake, being who he is; he hadn’t ever thought there might not be a sex life to talk about.

“What am I doing wrong? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. He is wild about you. He looks at you like you hung the moon, and the stars.”

“Well then, what the hell?” you grumble.

“You’re not usually shy in taking what you want. Direct the outcome.”

“You think I haven’t tried? You do know that my boyfriend is one of the hottest men in the world, right?”

“Well aware, thank you,” JJ snickers. “Are you getting any kind of action? Come on, spill.”

“We have really hot makeout sessions.”

“Yes, I’ve seen the marks left behind,” he mutters.

“He loves my tits.”

“You do have phenomenal tits.”

‘We’ve gotten really good at second base… But when I try to stick my hand down his pants, he puts the brakes on.”

“I think the better question is, what’s wrong with him?”

You give JJ a little shove, by his face, and chuckle softly before you sigh again. “I miss sex. I really, really like sex.”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell him to dick you down already.”

That’s the moment you hear a knock on your apartment door. Shawn has already charmed the entirety of the front desk staff; they don’t even call you anymore for consent to let him upstairs.

You swing open the door and Shawn’s eyes brighten. “Baby,” he murmurs, his smile even more brilliant.

He draws you to him to give you an enthusiastic kiss hello. You can’t help but react; this boy is your kryptonite.

When you ease away from each other his eyes caress you from head to toe. Deliberately. He rumbles, “You look gorgeous.”

“So do you,” you breathe, cheeks pink, despite your frustration with him.

He’s wearing navy, low-rise, straight-leg pants that hug his ass in the most perfect way, his Bode, white lace, long-sleeve shirt you both love so much, and his go-to black Chelsea boots.

Your man is a fucking model. (No, really. Signed with Wilhemina and everything, with campaigns for Armani, Calvin Klein, and Tommy Hilfiger under his belt.) He is magnificently built, tall and broad, with skin reflecting his half-Portuguese heritage due to an abundance of vitamin D from the summer sun, and dark curls at the exact length you favor.

“I have half a mind to say fuck it and stay in tonight,” he smirks.

“Can we? I’d be all right with that.”

“But then I can’t show my girl off,” he grins. “I want people to turn their heads when we walk by and think to themselves, what a lucky bastard.”

Where normally his boasting and praise would light you up and have you floating on air, head held high, proud to be his girl, tonight it rubs you the wrong way.

Shawn offers you his arm and smiles. “Ready, baby?”

///

After your first few dates, you and Shawn had taken to sitting side by side at restaurants instead of across from each other, so his first inkling that something is off is when you choose the seat opposite the cushy side where you would usually sit together.

Despite his bemusement, he pulls your chair out for you like the gentleman he has always been.

The second indication is how you aren’t as engaging or flirtatious as usual. In truth, it’s the first time he has ever felt that he has dominated the conversation. There had always been an equal push and pull between you; it was what made all of your conversations so effervescent.

Worry begins to prickle beneath his skin.

Halfway through dinner he’s bothered enough to reach for your hand and draw you from your chair to sit beside him. You huff softly but still go willingly. You hate how you’re feeling upset with him at all.

He drapes his arm across the back of the bench behind you. It’s reassuring that you lean into him. After he leaves a trail of little kisses along your jawline he asks, “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? We always sit together. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything is fine.” You try to smile genuinely, but all Shawn can see is disquiet in your eyes. You haven't ever been a good liar.

He catches the attention of your waitress and motions for the check.

“But we aren’t done with dinner,” you contend.

“Honey, you’ve barely touched your entree,” he gently argues, stroking the soft skin of your back with gentle fingertips.

You reach for his other hand and entwine your fingers with his. “I'm fine, babe. Let’s order dessert and have another glass of wine.”

He slides his Amex card into the check presenter and hands it back to the waitress. He kisses you once she walks away and murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. This place is overrated anyway.”

///

The plan had been to go on to a speakeasy after dinner to meet some of your friends, have a few drinks, and listen to some live music. So, when you realize Shawn is taking you in the direction of his place instead, you feel terrible for ruining more than dinner.

“No, baby. Let’s just go on to the bar,” you insist. “Our friends are waiting.”

He places his hand on your thigh and draws shapes against your skin. He glances at you and smiles affectionately, even though now you can see the disquiet in his eyes.

“Another time. I’ve decided I want my girl all to myself tonight. They’ll forgive us.”

///

You love Shawn’s place, simply for the way it smells. It’s everything Shawn, with little nuances of you. You spend more time at his place than yours because there’s more privacy. He has no roommate to crash your movie nights or cuddle sessions like JJ too often does. It has begun to feel more like home than your own apartment.

You slip out of your heels and start toward Shawn’s room to steal one of his shirts so you can get out of your dress, but before you can go too far, Shawn reaches for your hand, causing you to pause and turn back to him.

He wastes no time in trying to fix whatever seems to be fracturing. He asks quietly, “Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You return to him, slip your arms around him, and inhale his very essence. You fit perfectly in his arms and it’s the closest he’s felt to you all night.

You have only been together for three months; it's safe to say he may not yet know all of your moods. Maybe this is just another piece of you he has to learn.

You rise onto your tiptoes and brush your lips against his, encouraging him to kiss you. He gets caught up in you as quickly and as easily as he always does, his hands slipping into your hair, the pads of his thumbs stroking your face, as your kisses turn from soft to fervent.

Your hands reach for him, and fingers fumble to undo his pants.

You normally get much further than this before he stops you. But you still haven’t told him why you haven’t been yourself tonight and his brain takes over sooner than it usually would.

“Honey?” He pauses your hands and eases away, rezipping and refastening his pants, despite the fact that they’re too tight now and quite uncomfortable.

Your frustration finally boils over, and with an irritated sigh you push him away with hands against his chest. He stumbles one step back.

You immediately, apologetically rub your hands down the front of his shirt and then reach up to cup his face. He covers your hands with his and breathes your name, - an urge to help him understand.

“You tell me I’m beautiful all the time, and we make out until our lips are numb, and we get here, to this point, and so, so close to so much more, and just when I think, finally…”

You take two steps back, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, asking meekly, “Do you not want to have sex with me?”

“Oh my God,” Shawn gasps. It’s as if the floor opens beneath his feet and swallows him whole. “Sweetheart.” He feels like the biggest son of a bitch for making you cry, for making you doubt your appeal when, to him, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, or feel insecure in any way.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You can't imagine the things I've wanted to do to you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper.

“Come’ere.” He reaches out to take your hands again in his and draws you close. “I just… I wanted to take it slow.”

“This isn’t three dates or three weeks, Shawn, we’ve been together for three months.”

“Can- can I be honest?” he exhales shakily, cheeks pinking.

“Always. You know that.”

He gently squeezes your hands. “I wanted to take it slow… a- at first because… My God, honey, you’re perfect, and I like you, like, a lot, you know? Hell, I- I more than like you,” he confesses, blushing even darker. “And I didn’t want to fuck anything up before I had the chance to make you mine…

“I was afraid to move too fast, because I usually do, and then it always ends as quickly as it starts. And I want things to work out this time, more than I’ve ever wanted things to work out with anyone else.”

“Shawn,” you wheeze, easing your hands from his to run down his chest. You bite your lip to try to keep yourself from smiling like a fool.

“I know once we…” He rubs the back of his neck. “You know…”

Fuck, was he the most adorable thing ever sometimes. “Have sex?” you smirk.

His eyes meet yours and he licks and bites his lips in that way he does that makes you crazy. “Once I really get between your legs, I know I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”

“’cause you like me, like, a lot?” you grin, even as your face flames. “I like you, like, a lot, too, Shawn… And I don’t know, never leaving bed sounds pretty fucking amazing to me.” You tug on his hand, - a request to follow you to his room.

He stays firmly grounded. “Wait.”

You groan with a flare of new frustration. “You’re really trying my patience, babe.”

He has to close his eyes for his next admission and his face burns hot. “I’m having some… performance anxiety.”

You rise on your tiptoes and murmur against the shell of his ear as your hand brushes across the significant bulge at the front of his pants. “Sure doesn’t feel like it to me.”

“That’s not-” he hums, wetting his lips, “the problem.” He guides your hand back to where it had just been because he really wants it there.

You gently palm him through his pants. “Then what’s the problem, baby?”

“I haven’t had sex with- with anyone for awhile. Just- just my own hand. And when- when I…”

His stuttering is positively endearing.

“When you…?” you encourage, coyly. You know what he’s alluding to, but you want to hear him say it.

“I think about you when my hand is on my cock,” he murmurs, “dreamin’ it’s yours.”

Wetness immediately pools between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to watch him get himself off.

“And I come embarrassingly fast. Like a damn twelve-year-old boy who just discovered his dick. So… when you try to put your hand in my pants…”

“What? Think I’ll be unimpressed with your size?” you tease. “It’s all about how you use it.”

“You’re impossible,” he laughs, pulling you against him and palming your ass like you had just been palming his crotch.

“I already know that is not going to be an issue,” you murmur, increasing the pressure of your stroke.

It's almost too much. “You gotta stop now, baby,” he groans, easing away from your caress. “I want to last more than seven seconds,” he puffs and nervously runs a hand through his hair. “And that- that’s what I worry about. I don’t want you to be… disappointed. And then I get… stuck in my fucking head.”

“Could never be disappointed, babe.” You cup his face and kiss him tenderly. “I wish you would’ve told me all of this sooner.”

“I'm an idiot,” he states. “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I wasn’t thinking about how my anxieties were affecting you, and I should have. I never meant to make you feel undesirable, or that I didn’t want to shove my cock in you every fucking chance I had. Shit, baby.”

“Aw, you say the most romantic things,” you intone amusingly.

He hooks his fingers beneath the straps of your dress, murmuring, “I want to make love with you…” He slides the straps off your shoulders. “…every second of every day. Is that better?” he hums.

“No, no, right now shoving your cock in me, - that works,” you say breathily,  again unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He doesn’t stop you this time. You grip the open waistband to sharply tug him closer.

He exhales with a suppressed grunt that has you begging. “I’m fucking horny, Shawn. I need it,” you whine. “I need you.”

He has quickly located and unfastened every tie or zipper keeping your dress on your body. “Been dying to get you outta this dress all fucking night,” he groans, as it flutters to the floor.

His eyes caress the swells of your breasts almost spilling out of your strapless bra. Your nipples are visible through the sheer material. He cups your breasts and drags the pads of his thumbs over your taut peaks. “Fucking flawless,” he groans.

You begin to walk both of you towards the sofa while unbuttoning the only three buttons on his shirt and sliding it off his broad shoulders. The backs of his calves find your mark.

Before he can even catch up, you’ve pushed his pants over his hips and have gently shoved him down onto the sofa. You’re in his lap the next moment, straddling him, your lace-covered core pressing against his cotton-encased hardness.

“Shit,” he curses. His hands can’t decide if they want to be on your hips or your ass.

One of your hands curls around the back of his neck, the other tangles in his curls. You trail tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline.

You start rocking your hips and touch the tip of your tongue to the lobe of his ear. “You feel good, baby,” you purr. 

His grip tightens on your hips and you hear a tiny rumble at the back of his throat. He places open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and over the swells of your breasts.

Your hips roll and speed up. The friction is divine and you think you might come, just like this, but your own pleasure is second to Shawn’s. You want him to get out of his head; you don’t want him thinking at all, just feeling.

You start to grind your hips against his. “Oh God-” he exhales. You’re soaking the lace of your panties and you can feel how you’re making a mess of his boxer briefs as well, where his cockhead is straining.

It’s not how he wants things to go, but it feels too good. His protestations are weak.

You take his earlobe between your lips and gently suck and lick it. With the tip of your tongue, you trace the contours of his ear.

He grabs your ass and squeezes, trying to still your hips, as your lips return to his earlobe and gently nibble on it. “Baby- baby- stop stop stop-” he gasps, lips against your skin. “You’re gonna make me-”

His orgasm washes over him and he nuts with a shuddering groan as wetness coats the inside of his underwear. Like a twelve-year-old boy.

You release his ear and slow your hips, trying to edge yourself away from your own climax, while his cock continues to throb and jerk.

His hand grips the back of your head, forcing your lips to his. His tongue delves deep into your mouth. He grunts as your lips part. He tries to scowl but he can’t stop from laughing instead. “You did that on purpose.”

“Mhm,” you smirk. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you’ll last longer next time.”

He has you under him on the sofa before you can do anything but squeal and laugh.

“You’re asking for it,” he laughs, deep and throaty, hurriedly, roughly dragging the already saturated lace of your panties over your hips, down, and off. “And for the record,” he smirks, gripping his half hard cock through his boxers. “I’m above average, and I know how to use it.”

You hook your finger in the waistband and start to draw it down. “Prove it.”

Shawn pushes his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock. You lick your lips, thinking just how badly you want to get your mouth on him.

It’s as if he can read your thoughts. “Nuh-uh. My turn.” Hovering over you, he brings his lips to your ear and growls, purrs, “I know how to use my tongue, too.”

The way he kisses is enough to confirm that, but knowing he is about to bury his face between your thighs sends a fresh wave of desire throughout your body, and makes your pussy throb.

Thank fuck for the size of his sofa, as he pushes your legs open.

You gasp and groan, your back arching, when he lowers and closes his mouth around your center.

You bite on your lower lip, hand immediately tangling in his hair, as you rock against his face. You moan, hips moving instinctively against him, “Shawn… hmm… yes, baby, yes...”

His tongue is on your clit, first and middle fingers dipping inside you. He quickly finds that magic sweet spot, crooks his fingers, and laves and flicks and sucks your button, and you’re levitating off the sofa.

It’s too much and also not enough. One hand is in his hair, tugging, the other is twisted in the sofa’s slipcover beside you. You try to close your legs, but can’t with his broadness in the way. “Shawnshawnshawn,” you wheeze. “OhGod-”

His fingers are soaked with your juices. He’s fully hard again from the scent of your arousal, the moans and groans he’s drawing from you, how you’re rippling against him, and the friction of his cock rubbing against the sofa.

He knows you’re close; his fingers slip from you and you whine, tightening your grip in his curls, but he wants to prolong your ascension and he needs to taste you again.

“Please,” you beg, breathlessly.

He licks away the wetness you’ve already released and then his tongue is where his fingers just were.

Everything about him is long; his limbs, his fingers, his cock, his tongue. Your taste is addictive, and he feasts, humming and rumbling, urging you to take your pleasure by pushing against his mouth.

You’re near your zenith; he can tell by the way your hand in his hair tugs and how your moan changes. Your body begins to quiver and again he withdraws.

“Nonono,” you gasp, whimper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

But he’s only removed his mouth to sink two fingers back into you.

“That’s it. Come for me, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, each time brushing against that tight bundle of nerves. You clench around him, moaning, chasing the release you might die if you don’t get rightthefucknow.

With one more firm crook of his fingers, and just the right amount of pressure from his thumb on your clit, you climax, shatter, and cry out as your orgasm fully claims you.

“Gorgeous,” Shawn purrs as he softly kisses and caresses you through every twitch and tremble and wave, until you’re blissed out and hypersensitive to his touch.

You are loose and pliant and flush and utterly exquisite beneath him. Shawn has never been more tempted to slide into a pussy unprotected, but it’s too big of a risk that he’d find himself wanting to stay buried within you when he came. He wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself that way. 

He is swiftly on his feet, practically dashing for his bedroom, calling out, “Condom!”

You watch his bare ass, that you will absolutely sink your teeth in at some point, disappear from the living room. You yell after him, giggling, still in that post-orgasm haze and giddy, “After tonight you’re stashing condoms within easy reach of every room of this condo!”

He’s back and on his knees between your legs moments later, with the small foil in his hand.

You rise, and reach for it, asking softly, “Can I?”

His breath hitches. “Y- yeah.”

“Will you show me how?”

“Fuck.” He grips the base of his shaft and squeezes gently, just enough to take the edge off.

He guides your hands with the exact sensation and pressure he likes as he helps you slide it down his length.

You wrap your hand around his girth, and give his cock a gentle tug. He grunts and pushes into your palm. You relax again against the sofa cushions, taking him with you, and line him up with your opening.

“Shit,” he curses in anticipation. As desperate as he is to bury himself balls deep within you, he stills you with a gentle, “Y- you’re ready?”

He’s a big boy, but he prepped you quite well with those long and marvelous fingers while eating you out, and you are still wet from your climax. You kiss him in response.

Temples pressed together, eyes down, you both watch as he slowly, gently begins to push into you.

The burn and stretch is intense in a way that makes you lightheaded with pleasure and you moan softly while you adjust to the way he fills you.

“OhmyGod,” he gasps. You feel like heaven around him.

You gently trail your fingertips from where you’re intimately connected, up, along the lines of his abdomen and chest. You place your hands around his face. Your eyes stay locked with his until he bottoms out.

You slide your arms around his neck. You gasp when the pebbled nubs of your breasts brush against his chest. 

He licks into your mouth, curls his tongue around yours. You gently bite and tug at his lower lip. You wrap one of your legs around his hip and roll your pelvis, urging him to start moving.

He needs no further encouragement, easing back, pushing in. You whimper as you find your rhythm together, fingernails denting crescent marks in the tight, broad muscles of his upper back.

He latches onto your shoulder with his teeth and moans deep in his throat. He withdraws, slides in, brings his mouth to suck bruises in the crook of your neck before soothing them with his tongue.

You murmur his name. He hums yours with every withdrawal and thrust.

Your back arches and you moan again when he lowers his mouth to your breasts. He licks and tugs and sucks each taut, dusky pink nipple until they’re too sensitive and you draw his lips to yours.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth. “You feel so good.” His pupils are blown wide. “Baby,” he groans. He needs to be deeper.

He swiftly shifts onto his knees and you both cry out at the new angle. He grips the outsides of your thighs, pushes up, driving his cock deep, hitting your g-spot. Your little gasps and whimpers are the music that drives him. He moans with every rock into you.

The position you’re in allows easy access to your clit and your hand falls between you.

“That’s it, baby,” he hums, grins, rumbles, “Look at you…”

You start to tremble. Needy sounds and words without meaning tumble from your lips, and you tip your head up.

His teeth nip against the length of your neck. “Wanna see you fall apart again,” he whispers against your pulse.

You cry out his name as his cocktip finds your sweet spot again, and again. “That’s it, Sweetheart.”

Your fingers over your clit begin to move faster. Your hips rise, your back bends, and your breath catches. Your orgasm sweeps over you swiftly, unexpectedly, sharply. You don’t even have the chance to find your voice as your other hand screws tight and stars explode behind your eyes.

Your chest lifts and falls rapidly. Your hands grip his ass and you pull him against you.

He grunts. His eyes close and his mouth slackens as he chases his own pleasure. His pace begins to speed up, and then falter. The sounds dripping from his lips are sinful.

He pulls back, almost slipping out of you. He’s on the edge. His balls are heavy and tight and already drawing up close to the base of his dick. He moans as he slides back in.

You swivel your hips just right and rock down as he rocks up, meeting his thrust. He snaps his hips once, twice. “yesyesbabyyes-” You clench around him, again, and his orgasm creeps up from every part of his body until he’s both desperate for it to stop and to continue forever.

“holyfuck,” he wheezes, gasps. He stutters, stills, and unravels buried deep within you with a satisfying groan of your name.

You tighten your legs around his waist and rock your hips, again clenching your inner walls around him while you coast the aftershocks. You both finally still, breath heaving, giggling softly. His hands slide along the length of your arms and he trails little nips up along your jawline.

You melt into the sofa. “Mm… you were worried for nothing,” you purr, a small smile on your lips.

Once he was out of his head and in the moment, it had been a non-issue. All he had been fixated on was how to make you cry his name. His grin is smug upon hearing the absolute satisfaction in your voice, knowing he is responsible for making you feel so good.

You kiss him, you don't want to stop kissing him, but he detaches his lips from yours with a chuckle.

His hand moves between your bodies to hold onto the condom, and he carefully pulls out. You whimper with the loss

He reaches for a few tissues from the box on the coffee table and wraps the condom within them, placing the mess in the nearby decorative bowl. That'd do for now; he'd dispose of it properly later.

He moves back into your embrace and hovers above you for a few moments longer, returning his lips to yours.

“We might want to move this to the bedroom,” he smirks, mischief dancing in his eyes, guiding your hand to his cock, already hardening again.

“You’re insatiable,” you giggle, tightening your leg around his waist and your hand around his dick.

He hums and rocks his hips just a little. “Warned you,” he smirks.

“Just wanna stay right here,” you murmur, pulling him down atop you. “Just for a minute.”

“Imma crush you.”

“Won’t let you.” You can still breathe, and his weight on top of you is intimate and comforting. He relaxes, sinking into you, resting his head on your chest.

You run your fingers soothingly through his curls. “Shawn?” you whisper.

“Yeah baby?” he breathes, just as softly.

“I ‘more than like you’, too.”

~ * ~

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Thinking of you

Shawn Mendes x Female reader 

Summary: The reader receives a gift from Shawn while he is away on a guy's trip. 

Warning(s):  SEX TOYS MASTURBATION 

a/n: I had so much fun writing this piece. I think it's my best work so far. Remember to reblog if you want to see more stuff like this. Don’t be afraid to comment. 🫶✨

The constant ringing of your phone wakes you up. You disconnect it from its charger and roll to the other side of the bed. You have two missed calls from Shawn and decide to call him back. Just in case something happened. 

*Phone rings*

“Good. You’re awake” a brisk voice answers the phone. Causing you to instantly blush of how excited he sounded just to hear back from you. “Hey babe, is everything alright?” you respond to the cheerful guy. “Yes. Everything is alright. I just got a little anxious going into the airport, but I felt better when Mike arrived.” You could tell he was trying to mask how anxious he really got. “Airports are anxiety inducing. I totally get it.” you say trying to validate his feelings. “Yeah. Thank you, y/n. Anyways, I ordered a little something for you. It should be at the door any minute now.” he says. “Mmm… I wonder what it could be.” you respond jokingly. 

After a little while of talking on the phone with Shawn. You get an alert on your phone from the outdoor security camera detecting movement. “It's here” you tell Shawn who is still on the phone with you. You proceed to put him on speaker and head to the door. When you opened it you didn't expect what you were seeing. It was a picnic basket with a bouquet of red carnations wrapped in brown kraft paper. Inside laid a beautiful plate of chocolate waffles with strawberries on top and just beside it there was a small pink bag with sparkly tissue paper. 

You struggle getting the basket inside without it tumbling to the ground. Shawn is laughing at the sound of you grunting trying to lift the basket onto the kitchen counter. “Babe, stop laughing. If you make me laugh my arms get even more weak.” you comment laughing. “I’ll stop. Damn… I really miss you.” you could tell he was telling the truth from the change in his tone. “Do you see a little bag?” he asks. “Yes. I am opening it now.” The tissue paper ruffles as you take it out of the bag revealing the inside. “Omg! Shawn!” you scream. 

You take the item out. You feel your face getting instantly red. “I wish I could see your face right now.” He responds playfully. You’ve never owned a toy before of any shape or form…not even vibrating panties. Well, there is clearly a first time for everything. 

“Umm… Should I put them on?” you ask him nervously. “Yes, but first I am switching to FaceTime.” The phone rings changing into FaceTime. You answer the phone and place it leaning on a vase in your kitchen counter. This way Shawn could get a good view of everything. The black laced fabric tickles your soft skin as you put them on. “Oh- they look so good on you.” he says as he comes into view. His hands flew to rest on his head. “I love how you look with just a top and panties.” he says, biting his lip. 

You feel so good when he talks that way about you. You love when he reassures you. 

“Doesn't this need a remote?” you ask him. “Yes, I have it…It’s an app on my phone so I can control it at anytime, anywhere. Saying this, I want you to wear them all day.”  he responds with a smirk on his face. “You are so bad” you respond. “Look, I have to go now, but please don’t take them off, okay?” he says. “Okay. Bye. I love you” you respond. “I love you.” he says as he hangs up. 

The fact of having to wear this all day knowing that it could go off at any given moment gave you massive anxiety. You needed to get some stuff done for the apartment before Shawn came back from the guy’s trip, so you went to the grocery store. You threw on some sweatpants and one of his baggy white shirts to try and disguise the fact that there is a bullet sized vibrator inside your panties.  

Arriving at the grocery store everything is running smoothly. He still hasn't activated it. At this point you thought it was all a joke and he really wasn't going to do anything. He probably wanted you to die of anticipation or embarrassment. You proceed to cross things off your list. This was going to take a while because you took the shopping cart with the bad wheel. Every movement you made a squeak followed.

 You found yourself at the cereal aisle when a subtle buzz started coming from your pants. “Oh- fuck.” you said out loud. The old lady next to you stared at you with a serious face. “These prices are crazy right?” you said to her trying to hide that your man was having a field day in your pants. Shawn was going crazy with the buttons, alternating from slow to fast. You can’t deny it felt so good, but this can’t be happening right now. Not at the grocery store. You grab the cereal and sprint to the cash register to pay for the few items you crossed off. 

Luckily there weren't a lot of people in line. You crossed your legs and acted like you really needed to pee. Hopefully, this would help you distract yourself. 

You finally paid for everything, grabbed the bags and fast walked to your car. “God. Fuck.” you screamed getting into your car. You rested your head on the steering wheel to hide your face from the people walking up and down the parking lot as you came in your panties. “Wtf?!” you said laughing. You grabbed your phone to text Shawn.

Phone messages read:

Shawn: How was it? 

y/n: I came in my car at the grocery store parking lot. 

Shawn: Baby, you are so bad. 

y/n: Shut up! I love you.

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[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

"Tell me how do you like it?"

"You like it rough? intense?"

"Yes." She breathed down his neck.

Lost in Ecstasy

(Blurb)

I'm back!! I'm so sorry anon for taking so so long to write this. It's probably been over a year. I was going through a lot and wasn't in the headspace to write at all. But I'll try being consistent now. I took the liberty to modify the ask a little bit. Hope you like it.

Warnings : smut, age-gap, early 30s!reader × late 20s!Shawn

Soft, dim lighting casts a sensual glow throughout the room, illuminating the figures of Shawn and Y/N. Their bodies are intertwined, their breaths heavy with desire.

Y/N, her voice low and filled with anticipation, whispers into Shawn's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me, Shawn. How do you like it?"

Shawn's eyes meet Y/N's, his desire evident as he responds, his voice husky.

"I like it rough. Intense. I want to lose myself in the moment with you."

Y/N's lips trace a path along Shawn's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, yes." She bites gently at his earlobe, sending a surge of electricity through his body. Their bodies press closer together, their connection intensifying with each passing moment.

The room fills with the sounds of their mutual exploration, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their movements become more urgent, a dance of ecstasy and fulfillment.

In the midst of their shared passion, they lose themselves in the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of their connection. Skin against skin, their bodies merge, fueled by a hunger that can only be sated by each other.

Breaths mingling, they push the boundaries, exploring the depths of their desires. Each touch, each whisper, brings them closer to the edge of bliss.

The room becomes a sanctuary for their unyielding passion, a place where inhibitions dissolve, and their deepest fantasies find expression.

Time seems to stand still as their bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking pleasure and surrender. In this intimate space, they find solace, fulfillment, and a profound connection that transcends the physical realm.

As their climax approaches, their cries of ecstasy fill the air, a testament to the intensity and satisfaction they find in each other's arms.

Finally spent, they collapse into a tangled embrace, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their passion.

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Shawn lay in each other's arms, their bodies basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them.

In the silence of the room, they find solace in their connection, knowing that their desires are fulfilled and their souls entwined.

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[violetsandfluff]

3:05 (shawn mendes)

a/n: ngl I sobbed while writing this? so read at your own risk ig. it’s angst until the angst is over, then it’s fluff. 3:05 made me cry so hard so i wrote this. it’s loosely inspired by both 3:05 and It’ll Be Okay. <3

tw: breakups, tears, kind of hard to read? lmao maybe that’s just my hormonal ass

word count: 2.4k

After two years together, Shawn and Y/N’s relationship was picture-perfect. Their lives consisted of long hours together every day, beginning with cuddles in the living room.

Y/N woke up each morning to the sound of Shawn strumming his guitar softly in the living room. She would shuffle out of their shared room and make her way to the couch, where he sat, shirtless, unshaven, and messy-haired. His face always broke into a wide grin upon seeing her, and without a second thought, he would set his guitar aside, opening his arms for her to crawl into.

“Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” he would ask, and she would respond simply with good.

She would rest her head against his chest and listen as he rambled softly about whatever he was working on. Some days it was new song ideas, other days it was revising old songs and chord progressions. Regardless of the subject, she enjoyed listening to his smooth voice as his excitement grew. She could practically hear his smile as it blossomed on his features and the rosy blush as it crept onto his cheeks.

Once he ran out of early-morning thoughts to share with her, he would fall silent and busy himself tracing circles on her cheeks.

“Talk to me,” she would insist.

“I don’t have anything else to talk about,” he would protest.

Most mornings, he would play his guitar for her, and if she was lucky, he would sing to her. Something about his voice, especially at such intimate times, never failed to move her to tears.

“No need to cry, honey,” he would laugh as he noticed the glistening trails leading from her eyes. “I know it’s early, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

All she could manage was a feeble chuckle in reply.

Some mornings she would make breakfast for him while he continued playing his guitar, and other mornings they would cook together. On special occasions, after she slept in, he would lift her up and set her on the counter to enjoy breakfast and a treat.

During the day, if Shawn wasn’t at the studio or one of his frequent interviews, he could be found with Y/N at the beach, the mall, or even in their backyard.

Everyone who knew them knew how inseparable they were. That’s why it was news to everyone when they suddenly called their relationship quits.

Y/N blamed it on falling out of love for him. Her words had fallen into Shawn’s ears like lead bricks.

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she admitted slowly, “but I don’t feel the same about us anymore. I think we would be better off apart.”

Had he not been sitting down, his legs would have been too weak to hold him. The words spun around dizzily in his head, making them difficult to comprehend. He noticed tears springing to her eyes, but he wasn’t completely sure why. His head felt heavy and foggy, and he could hear his heart pumping blood around his body. It was a miracle his heart found a way to beat after that, aching the way it did.

Y/N went on to explain that she already had somewhere safe to stay and that she would be in good hands.

As soon as the words left her lips, Y/N broke down, burying her face in her hands. The hurt on his face made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t go back now without destroying his trust.

Shawn didn’t cry. He didn’t say anything, nor did he reach out to comfort her. He just sat in stunned silence, trying to process her words.

“I’m sorry,” she managed between choking sobs, “I’m so sorry, Shawn. You have every right to hate me after this, I’m sorry.”

Shawn neither forgave her or agreed to hate her. He just stared, not at her, rather the air in front of her, his jaw mildly agape.

It took forever for the reality of the situation to sink in.

Even as he watched her gather her belongings from every last corner of his condo, it didn’t sink in.

He recieved one last kiss before she left, along with a hug that lasted upwards of fifteen minutes.

She held onto him as tightly as her arms allowed, but all he could do was sling his arms around her lazily. He didn’t have it in him to do anything more.

She uttered profuse apology after profuse apology, but Shawn’s wrecked body refused to let it sink in. He watched from the door as she left, her belongings in tow as tears streamed down her cheeks. He stood in rigid, unmoving silence long after she’d disappeared, trying desperately to comprehend the day’s events.

Leaving was hard for her, but spending the night in her own bed was oddly comfortable. She was still wrapped up in Shawn’s sweatshirt, inhaling the scent that was inherently his. It was almost like he was there, holding her to his chest.

She had expected the first night to be harder, but it proved otherwise. Now she was certain leaving was the right choice.

Shawn, on the other hand, didn’t have such a good night.

By four am, he had concluded and accepted that she wasn’t coming back, not that night, at least. He wandered into the bedroom they had once shared. Illuminated by the moonlight that shone in through the gaping windows, he made out a pile on the bed. For a moment, his broken, sleep-deprived body thought it was Y/N’s outline beneath the covers. When he got closer, he realized it was her keys to his condo and a pile of almost all of the clothes she had stolen from him. Beneath the pile of sweatshirts and t-shirts was all of the jewelry he had bought her throughout the duration of their relationship. Among these were the necklace and earrings she wore daily.

Shawn fingered them in disbelief, vowing never to lose them. He slipped the earrings, small heart studs made of her birthstone, into his own ears, securing the backs tightly. He donned one of the many t-shirts in the pile, as well as the single pair of sweatpants before fastening the necklace around his neck and settling into his bed.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that she’d left her pillow behind. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose on night, or if she’d be back for it, but he decided it would be his for the night. He curled up around it as if he were spooning it, and soon it was soaked by the tears that finally. streamed down his face. Tears had been burning in his eyes for hours, but he had blinked them back, waiting desperately for release.

Now, the floodgates were open and Shawn sobbed freely into the pillow, wishing Y/N was there to comfort him.

“Y/N,” he whispered into the darkness, praying for a response. “Y/N, baby, I need you.”

He half-expected her to show up in the bed beside him, apologizing profusely and pulling him delicately into her arms, telling him it was all a joke and that she never meant to hurt him.

At that point, he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest. He would be more relieved than ever. His heart would begin to beat again and blood would rush back to his brain. Once tears stopped flowing from his exhausted eyes, he would give her a hug and scold her.

But that never happened.

Every night got more difficult for her. She coped by going out, drinking, and enjoying life as a young, single woman. After a few casual hookups, when men hit on her, she wished Shawn was there to protect her, but alcohol made her very confrontational. Eventually, no men dared approach her in search of a night.

Every morning she woke up in someone else’s bed, her mind would hallucinate the sounds of Shawn’s guitar. She would sit up immediately, praying everything had been a dream. Then she’d see the strange men sleeping beside her and coil back in reproach. None of them could ever compare to her Shawn.

After a month away from him, she found herself to weak to go out. Her heart ached longingly for Shawn, the boy who had been hers for so long. The one night she forced herself to go out, she got so drunk she told her Uber driver to take her to Shawn’s house.

Shawn wondered who would be knocking on his door at one am on Sunday morning, but he brought himself to open it. He was more than surprised to see Y/N standing there, wearing a tight dress and too much makeup. He had to admit, he was more than impressed until he remembered how badly she’d hurt him. Without a word, he slammed the door, locking it again and going back to bed.

He had only begun to heal, but seeing her again put him back on square one. He rarely left the house anymore, and if he did it was as briefly and seldom as possible. Anything and everything reminded him of her, and he couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t do anything anymore.

He couldn’t sing or play his guitar, and no song ideas popped into his mind. He had never been at such a loss for music, contributing to his feeling of worthlessness. His friends and family constantly told him not to beat himself up, that Y/N probably wasn’t the girl she’d pretended to be for the last two years, but their efforts upset him even more. After all, what kind of boyfriend wouldn’t know his own girlfriend?

He tried so many times to text her, but he never got through. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d blocked him, but it was still surreal.

Every time he thought about slamming the door on her, his heart ached. He couldn’t live like that anymore.

~~

As time went on, guilt grew like an ugly stain on Y/N’s conscience. She knew she needed to at least give Shawn an apology, but her stubborn will refused to allow her to unblock him.

She longed to fall asleep in his strong arms and wake up to the soft strumming of his guitar. He wanted to cuddle with him on the couch and help him make breakfast. She wanted to listen to his new music before anything else, and she wanted to walk around the mall with her hand enveloped comfortably by his.

These mundane activities that she once took for granted seemed like luxuries now. Now that she was on the outside, Shawn was an unattainable fantasy from another dimension. She would never touch him again, nor would she wake up to hear him playing his guitar softly from the living room. She would never touch her lips to his again, and she’d be lucky if she ever got to see him again.

So there she was, using a car she’d borrowed from a friend to drive to his house one last time. The sky was pitch black and no one else was on the roads. She knew the way to Shawn’s condo by heart, from anywhere in the world, but now she had no right to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d packed up and left.

All too soon, she found herself face to face with his door, her hand poised to knock. She stayed, frozen like that, for an absurd amount of time until she gathered the courage to knock. If by some miracle he let her in, she could use the excuse that she was there to collect her pillow.

Three feeble knocks echoed through Shawn’s sleep-fogged head. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow to ward off the intrusion to his sleep, but it sounded again.

Sighing in resignation, he emerged from his cocoon of blankets and dragged his feet to the front door.

He resisted the urge to let his jaw drop as he took in the details that made her *her*. And his. Seeing her without makeup again reminded him of the many mornings they’d spent together in his living room, basking in each others’ company. And seeing her in his sweatshirt once more was almost too much to bear.

“How drunk are you?” he asked incredulously.

“Sober.”

The moment he saw tears forming in her eyes, he opened his arms for her to run into. He held her tenderly, as if she were a fragile valuable he was told to protect.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them had to. Being back in each others’ company was all they needed.

Silent tears cascaded down Shawn’s face, making their way to Y/N’s hair. They both had so much to say to each other, but neither were capable of making any sound. Soft sniffles and breaths filled the air as they held each other in the doorway. Neither of them wanted to be the first to break the hug, but Shawn was the first to straighten.

“You seem tired,” he said bluntly, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Come on.”

She followed him wordlessly to his bedroom, where he pulled her into bed beside him. After a moment, she located her pillow and got comfortable beside Shawn.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“Come her and go to sleep,” Shawn said softly, opening his arms for her to snuggle into.

She cuddled up against him the way she had so many times before. She had no words to describe how badly she had missed that.

The two dozed off peacefully, but Shawn awoke a little after three o’clock to hear sniffling beside him.

“What is it, honey?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated feverishly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Tell me everything, baby,” he softened.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “You wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me everything,” he said again. “I’ll love you either way.”

“I can’t,” she murmered again. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, do you know how much I need you?”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “But I can’t tell you right now.”

“Tell me a different time, then.” Shawn compromised. “I’ll be here for you in the morning.”

When Y/N woke up, she was discombobulated at best. It had been so long since she had woken up in that bed. Shawn had promised to be there in the morning when she woke up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she heard the familiarly soft sound of his guitar in the living room.

It didn’t take long for Shawn’s eyes to find you. When they did, his face broke into a soft smile.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said gently. “How did you sleep?”

~~~

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[buck-nialled]

what if you wrote a version of the platonic roommate series where the reader and like shawn get drunk and sleep together and idk lol

Too Much Fun - S. Mendes Imagine

NOTE: thanks for the submission anon :)

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WARNINGS: mentions of drinking and sex, but no smut!!

Shawn could be considered the “loose-y goose” of the household. It did not matter what time of day it was, he never said no to a good time. Whether that be visiting a local beach on tour or entering a club not even an hour after finishing off a concert, it was unlikely for whoever invited him to be turned down. 

In comparison, you were the most square. Shawn and Niall would try disagreeing with this statement in a heartbeat but you knew it to be true. You wore underwear underneath every dress, never stayed up past one in the morning and took your coffee the same way every morning. There was nothing impulsive about any decision made by you. With all of these facts taken to accountability, it is no wonder Shawn’s hand was latching onto yours like a vice in an endeavor to wrench your body from beneath your comforter. 

“Y/N, come on! You’ve been holed up in here for weeks entertaining yourself with…The Notebook?” Shawn glances up from the novel’s jacket and into your eyes, narrowing them into an incredulous look.

“What? It’s a crime for reading?” 

“It is if the story is one you’ve read a million times.” He argues. “What’s the point of reading it if you already know what happens?”

“That’s the fun of it! No surprises, I know exactly what to expect.” You snuggle back down into your covers, satisfied.

“No, fun is about surprises and never knowing what to expect! Which is exactly why we’re going out, come on.” Shawn attempts to wrangle your body up once again. And once again, he is left unsuccessful.

“No, there is nothing you can say that will convince me to leave the comfort of my—“

“I’ll pay.” The sound of your book thumping closed resounds throughout your bedroom, before your body is shuffling out from beneath the covers of the bed.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You proclaim, prior to reaching to your closet to pull a last-minute outfit together. 

☆★☆★☆★☆

“See, isn’t this nice?!”  Shawn exclaims from behind you, taking both of your shoulders in your hands and jostling your body to and fro. You could hardly hear him over the thumping bass that makes your knees quake all the way to an empty barstool.

“It’s a little loud!” You reply, cueing Shawn’s eyes to droop. “But nothing I can’t handle.” You add quickly after. The bartender sweeps by to collect yours and Shawn’s orders.

“Just a water for me, thanks.” 

“No no no, what she means is two vodka shots.” Shawn corrects, throwing up a piece sign with his fingers in case the bartender didn’t catch the number.

“Shawn,” you grumble whilst crossing your arms.

“Y/N…”

“I said I’d join you for drinks. Water is a drink.”

“So is vodka. Plus, it’s more fun than water. And fun is all about—“

“Surprises.” You finish through clenched teeth. “I recall…” You glance around the club, and can’t help but to notice a pattern of couples scattered throughout the joint. Grinding, kissing, chatting. When you turn your focus back to Shawn, your body stiffens without you meaning to.

“You okay?” Shawn questions. “Because if you’re not feeling well, we can go.” He offers and tosses a thumb over his shoulder.

“No, I’m fine. I just realized Niall isn’t here…feels kinda weird being just the two of us.” You note amidst bringing a hand to rub at the back of your neck. 

“Oh, yeah…” he chuckles, now too feeling a sudden jolt of nerves run through him. 

“You didn’t…this isn’t…” part of you did not want to speak the thought into existence. But it wouldn’t be totally fat out there for Shawn to bring you here with intentions other than platonic, would it? 

“Oh, no! Well, I mean…now that you mention it I wouldn't mind if this were…” he also finds trouble with his words. “But it's not.” 

“Its not.” you shake your head in confirmation.  

“Great. Glad we’re on the same page.” he clears his throat, before turning this eyes over to the vodka shots being placed on the countertop. He holds one out to you, eyebrows raised as an invitation. When you hesitantly accept, the grin he is harboring stretches wider. 

“To having fun!” Shawn’s shot glass clinks against yours, before the two of you are downing the liquid fire. 

☆★☆★☆★☆

That’s all you can remember from last night’s events. Maybe you pullled him out to the floor for a dance or two, and one of you suggested ordering another round of drinks. And another. And another. Whoever’s idea it was for the two of you to shag in your bed, though, is unbeknownst to you.

Your body was cold being cloaked in only bedsheets and a distinguishable stench of sex. Shawn laid beside you, bare as you were with an arm behind his head and a satisfied quirk of his lips. One would question if he was even asleep had his eyelids not been shut and the soft breaths leaving him not been heard.

“Oh, what have I done? My best friend. My roommate. That’s what I’ve done.” You whisper to yourself, trying to drown out the vicious drilling of your skull. It seems your whispers were not quiet enough to keep Shawn in his slumber. Seconds later he was stirring and letting out pained noises of his own. His eyes peel open and squint at the daylight flooding into the bedroom and highlighting your skin.

“Y/N, what’re you doing in my room?” He inquires in a raspy voice. A dry chuckle leaves you.

“More like what’re you doing in mine.” His eyes open wider this time once he recognizes the paint on the walls, the overflowing bookshelf and lack of instruments to be attributed to you. 

“Holy shit.” He mutters, sitting up and urging the bedsheets to slide down his naked body. “Holy shit!” It comes out in a squeal this time as he clutches the sheets and pulls them tight against his bare torso. 

“Indeed. I think we had too much fun last night.” You breathe out. 

“So we…you and I had…” Shawn points a finger between the two of you and earns a shrug in return.

“Can you think of any other reason we’re naked and in my bed right now?” You hiss. “Wait, did we use protection?” Your eyes were bugging out of your head with Shawn’s expression mirroring yours. Carefully, you slid out of bed to find his button-up shirt from last night lying rumpled on the floor. Without a second thought, you threw it on you to have some modesty. After all, who knows how much of your naked body Shawn recalls now that he is sober. 

After dressing himself in his boxers, he too scours your room for any sign of contraception. 

“I found it,” you call victoriously from the joined bathroom and come into Shawn’s viewpoint. You wave the condom wrapper like a flag before scurrying back beneath your bedsheets in a sigh of relief. 

“Thank god,” Shawn mutters and takes a seat beside you.

The two of you lay in moments of silence that pass by like hours, Neither of you know what to say. Until finally, Shawn pipes up, “man, your bed really is comfy.” 

“Thanks.” 

☆★☆★☆★☆

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[starssformendes]

Shopping trip

“Hold my hand please, Isabella.” Shawn told his 2 year old as he and Brian and tiffany and Geoff walked into the Westfield shopping center in London seeing as it was their latest stop on tour. Shawn knew it would be busy considering it’s London and also a Saturday which meant a lot of people had the day off work and school. 

The group walked into the first shop of the day and went off to have a closer look at the clothes calling their names. Isabella puckered her lips and began to lightly bounce on her feet with her hand in Shawn’s as he looked at a top for her. 

“What do you think of this Bella?” He asked holding the top out so she could see and watched her closely for a reaction. Standing still now she shook her head rapidly, brown curls flying wildly  in her eyes, although she didn’t give him a verbal response yet. 

“What? You don’t like it?” 

“Not cute enough daddy.” He stared at his little girl for a moment before he put the top back and smiled at her bluntness and directed them to a different part of the store. 

After being rather unsuccessful in finding anything Isabella liked in the first 3 shops, the group were now in a newly opened children’s clothing store. 

“Daddy!” The little girl squealed in delight. Shawn turned around from where he was looking at the rail of clothes behind her and saw her arms full of products. 

“What’ve you got?” He cooed. In the back of his mind he knew he wouldn’t be buying her all of the stuff in her arms but he knew better than to upset her in a busy place where it was essential she behaved for her safety. Shawn’s mind had an endless list of what could happen to her if she wouldn’t listen to his instructions because she was upset with him and in the middle of a terrible two’s tantrum. 

“I want hat pwease” Dropping the other items in her hands she put the hat on and asked with her broken English. Not being able to resist Shawn pulled his phone out and snapped a few pictures of her and then turned her around and took more photos this time doing different poses in the mirror. Brian joined in once he saw what they were up to and 5 minutes later the three of them had cleaned the items off the floor up and returned them and rejoined with the rest of the group. 

“I wanna walk daddy.” The demand came not long after leaving the store with the hat on her head as they walked down the steps to the underground. 

“Not now honey, we’ve got to get on the train and it’s busy on there so I’ve got to hold you so you don’t get lost.” 

“Choo choo train?” Isabella was inquisitive and curious  all the time and whilst everyone loved it all the time, they hated the times they had to try come up with an answer to an awkward question. Once she got a nod in response from her father, Isabella laid her head on his shoulder with one hand on her pink sparkly cap. The underground was busier than they anticipated and when they got on the train and looked around seeing no seats available for the moment they had to settle for standing. 

“Tiff managed to get a seat if you wanna go sit Bella with her Shawn.” Geoff informed him and pointed down towards the end of the carriage where his stylist sat. 

“Okay Bella you sit here with Tiffany and don’t move whilst I go back to Brian and Geoff.” Shawn told her sternly after checking Tiffany knew they were getting off in 3 stops and could trust her to make sure they got off at the right one safely. 

“Come on sleepy Bella, let’s go find mummy.” Shawn said as he took the yawning child from his friend once they got outside the tube station and began the 5 minute walk to the hotel they were staying at. 

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« I never stood a chance » (Shawn imagine)  

Hey!! here is an angst because I was in the mood I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ English is not my first language don't hesitate to point out some grammar points ❤️ and don't hesitate to write any prompts or requests 🌈

Word count : 1.6K

Summary : you thought he liked you back. apparently not.

You didn’t said that it was a date but it definitely was one. You had spent way too much time thinking about which outfit to put on, how to do your hair and what will happen during the night. The both of you had been friends for quite a while now, and you always thought that there was some ambiguity between the two of you and your friends thought so too. They would always tell you that the two of you should get together or that you acted like a couple. And maybe Shawn’s friends told him the same thing. All those signs made you thought that you stood a chance. You thought that you could be the one that he would end up with. Sure, you didn’t look like his ex girlfriends and sure you weren’t a big pop star that he would meet on a red carpet but you thought that your relationship was deeper than his fake smiles to people he saw once, he might think he genuinely liked them but you knew it was out of the goodness of his heart because if he spent more than three hours talking to them he would end up walking out of the conversation. 

You thought you were special to him. You thought you were the only one that he would send texts everyday, the only one that would receive gorgeous flowers every other day, the only one where he would stare in your eyes like he was scanning your soul and looking for all the feelings you had for him. So when he asked you to go out, just the two of you, which was not abnormal but far more formal than usual, you had thought « that’s it. That is the night that he is going to say something. » You were ready to lay bare your feelings for him. You were ready to be vulnerable enough so that the two of you would end up walking hand in hand to his car. His hand would have stayed on your thigh the whole drive to your house. His smile would have never left his face and when he would looked over you his smile would only grow. Unfortunately, the night didn’t went as you planned. 

You felt giddy when you receive a text from him an hour before he was supposed to pick you up : « I have a surprise for you :) » said the text. You didn’t answer but you knew all too well the familiar feeling of the small and nice knot at the bottom of your stomach. You were putting on the final touches on your outfit when the doorbell rang in your condo, startling you. You breathed in, shook your legs and arms to shake out the nerves at the same time before answering the door. 

You finally opened the door and was met with such a sight. Let’s be honest, you knew he looked good, you knew he was close to the figures of ancient roman god statues but you were always taken back by his beauty. He had went for a simple look but really effective in reflecting his handsomeness. The light brown jacket brought out his tan skin, and his basic black t shirt was like a second skin. He had a small bouquet of peonies, your favorites flowers. « Hey » he said in a low voice seeming as taken back as you were. You felt your cheeks getting warmer as you followed him in the hallway. 

You made small talk until reaching the lobby before he brought the « surprise » topic again. « Soo, about the surprise. » - he seemed really unsure and embarrassed which made you wonder what was it all about- « I know we said we were going out just the two of us, but she really wanted to come, and I’ve kept you in the dark for quite some time now so I think it’s time to tell you. And I’m sorry to spring that on you like that. » - you decided to cut him off before the poor boy ran out of breath- « Shawn, you are rambling. What’s your point ? » You were getting more and more anxious because of what he said. He hid something from you? What could it be? Obviously it involved a third party. You had an idea of what it might be but you didn’t really wanted to think about that. He took a deep breath, « Okay, here goes nothing, I thought it was time for you to meet my girlfriend. I think you might have seen her around but we were friends before going out so it might have been around that time. Anyway… » 

You felt like he punched you in the stomach, you were out of breath even though you didn’t move one bit. You were shocked. It was easily readable on your face but only you knew why. « Okay, you seem a bit a shock. Are you all right love? » as he said this nickname you thought back of every little memory you could encounter where it was the two of you and if you just misread the signs. Obviously you had misread them. You tried to hold the tears in and gave him a weak smile. You walked towards the car where she was already seated in the front seat. You climbed in the back of the car. It was a first for you and you might be a tad too dramatic but you had never ride in the backseat of Shawn’s car. He knew you were getting sick quite quickly in the back of a car. He had always made the boys riding in the backseat when you were there. Another misread signals. You sigh before really taking a good look at her. Of course she was gorgeous. Not gorgeous in the cute neighbor style no she was gorgeous like she came out of a red carpet event. Her smile was so bright she could light up a whole room, hell even the whole building.     

You tried making small talk during the car ride but the two of them were completely infatuated with each other and they were giggling leaving you out of the jokes, they were talking about people you didn’t know and whatever progress Shawn had made in the studio that week. You didn’t even knew he was back in the studio. The cracks in the imagined relationship you had built started to appear. You finally got out of the car and made your way towards the restaurant. You couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes at their giggles behind you. He had opened the door for her, caught her as she fell or more faked a small wobble in her walk, everything was a pretext for touching each other. You were getting sick of them and it only has been a fifteen minutes drive. 

The dinner was so long, she did all the efforts she could to not include you in any chat they had. You couldn’t even tell if she was nice or not, you haven’t been able to get to know her. The rational part of you was telling you to take it easy, she was maybe thinking that the friendship you had with Shawn could be a threat to her relationship with him. But the other part of you was hurt. You felt that the secret he kept from you just opened wider the wound of him rejecting you. He didn’t feel like he could tell you before quite some time and the oh so great relationship you thought you had with him was just a mirage. You were sure you didn’t imagine the longing touches, the ambiguity between the two of you, the late night conversations. You had talked until the sun was rising on the terrace of his condo. She finally left for the bathroom leaving you and Shawn, alone. You were now worried of staying alone with him. Your feelings felt too much to be with him. 

Sometimes you wanted to punch the niceness out of him. He saw that something was wrong with you. « I can see that there is something bothering you, Y/N. » he said softly. You mumbled something about work thinking it would shut him up. « C’mon, I know you better than that » and that was the sentence that brought you over the tipping edge. 

« Do you Shawn ? Do you really know me better than that? I thought I knew you, apparently I was completely wrong! You didn’t told me that you had a girlfriend ! You didn’t told me you went back to the studio! You didn’t told me anything! And here I am being surprised, emphasis on surprise, with your girlfriend tonight. I feel like a fool! I feel like I was played and I can’t even be mad about it because you never promised anything, but I thought we had something. » you said in almost one breath. You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, threatening to come out as you spilled your feelings. As much as you tried to suppress the tears, one single rounded tear descended the side of your cheek. « I didn’t knew you felt like that Y/N. I’m so sorry, I guess. » he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was starring at you, not knowing if touching you would make it better or worse. Inside his head was a mess, he didn’t knew what to think anymore. He thought he liked the girl touching her make up in the bathroom, but seeing you like that pulled at his heartstring. He was confused and the glasses of wine didn’t not help him to understand what was happening. 

As you look at her coming back from the bathroom, you also got up. « I never stood a chance, did I? » you asked without expecting an answer. The night didn’t turn out as you had planned

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Questioning the future of "Some Girl"...

Hello beautiful readers! 💖

I've been working on chapter 28 for the past week. I'm hoping to get it finished by the end of the day tomorrow, but no promises. I have requests I'd like to work on/finish, too. (I swear, there aren't enough hours in the day!)

Part 28 is pretty much a fluff "filler" piece with a possible smut-adjacent ending (but again, no promises; it's getting a little long as it is already). Do you like those sorts of chapters? Fillers? (Even with fillers, I still do try to bring up a point or an issue that could affect the way things play out.)

I've just been contemplating lately where I'm going with this story. I struggle with this all of the time, to be honest.

How detailed do I get? How much day to day stuff do I write? Is there not enough story progression? How fast do I move things along? Should I try to skip a little time here and there? How long will this story actually go for?

If it was up to me (which it is, I suppose) I'd continue this pace, for the most part, until the end. I write for me first of course, and I adore Shawn and Charlotte's story, but I don't want my readers to lose interest because the pace is too slow and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. And then, when and how will I end it? I do actually want to post another OC fic after this one. I have like, two (maybe four) others I've been playing with for weeks/months.

I also wonder, should I revisit/explore any of the other characters I've written about in previous chapters? Or have they already served their purpose?

I would love for someone to pop into my asks and answer any/all of these questions for me, - whether you care to be known or want to remain anonymous, I don't mind.

Will anyone be so kind as to do so?

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A blurb based on what Shawn said at the JUNO Awards tonight when he accepted his International Achievement Award! The reader helps him focus his thoughts for his speech, and is there to hold him when he feels like he isn’t enough. He was enough before anyone new his name. So proud. 🥹❤️

Pre-Juno Awards

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~330

Warning ⚠️: fluff, slight angst, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: To anyone reading this, I will tell you this again and again and again. YOU are ENOUGH. YOU have always been ENOUGH and YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SO INCREDIBLY ENOUGH ♥️

You were in the middle of accompanying him while he write his acceptance speech for the Juno Awards. When you came back from the kitchen, after making some tea. You found him sitting with his back to the wall, breath heaving, rigid body, and eyes screwed tightly shut.

There were days when Shawn found life to be overwhelming.

Today unfortunately was one of those times.

“In and out, my love, breathe,” you whispered to his ear as you placed a few light kisses on his head and continued to tell him to breathe.

So many questions plagued your mind, questions you wanted to ask him. But instead, you forego to perch yourself up closer to him.

Shawn let all the tears fall as you gently patted his back, encouraging him to let it all out. It was then admist the hiccups and sobbing, he explained his insecurities; how he himself was sure everything he had been doing lead to nothing, and how he believed he could never be enough.

"Oh, Shawn." You whispered, thumb tracing over his bottom lip, “Don’t say that.” You breathed as you pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

“I just want to feel enough.” He said quietly.

“Shawn,” you take his face into your hands and stroke his cheeks softly, “You are enough,” You assured, pulling him tighter into your arms and embracing him tightly as if to show him the truth to your words, “You have always been enough.”

"You are just saying that because of everything that had happened," He said quietly, “You wouldn’t be saying that if it wasn’t for the award nominations, world tours, YouTube streams, and the songs.”

“No, that’s not true,” You said gently, resting your foreheads together and placing a gentle hand on his cheek, “I said what I said because I know you are enough. You are so incredibly enough, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. I hope that one day you realize that you are always enough, even before all the achievements or even before anyone knows your name.”

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#5

Realizations: Doubts Part 2

Summary: Reader is tasked with the job of being Shawn’s attorney for his lawsuit in a plagiarism case.

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, angst

Part 1

Two years had passed since the dreadful fight between Y/N and Shawn. After he walked out of the door, he also walked out of Y/N’s life.

Two days after the breakup there was a knock on her door. Brian stood on her porch holding a box full of her stuff that she had left at Shawn’s. He looked sheepish (but anyone would if they were sent with this task).

Brian and Y/N had met through Shawn, but they instantly clicked and became close friends. Y/N and Shawn always made sure to keep Brian out of their arguments so that he wouldn’t have to pick a side, but now that they were broken up, it seems that Shawn didn’t care about following this rule anymore. However, Brian was Shawn’s friend first so Y/N wasn’t going to fight over him.

“Woah, you look like shit,” Brian chuckled to lighten the mood, but Y/N shot him a death stare.

“Yea well that’s what happens when you break up with someone who you thought would be your end all be all. But thanks for the compliment. Is this the stuff that I left at his house?”

Y/N felt a pang of sadness jolt through her. She knew she should probably grab all of Shawn’s hoodies to return to him while Brian was here.

“Yea. He said that it hurt too much to look at.”

Y/N sighted. “Let me go grab his stuff while you’re here. I don’t want to have bring it over myself either.”

“No, don’t! He ummm he said that he didn’t want his stuff back.”

Y/N was confused, but nodded her head taking the box that Brian held out.

“I’m gonna miss you Bri.”

Brian smiled sadly at her. “Hey, it’s not the end of our friendship. I just don’t think we should talk for a few months, you know. Just til you both have some time to heal.”

Y/N nodded and Brian pulled her in for a hug. “You know he never wanted it to end this way. You can still fix this,” he whispered.

“I…he was right. I wasn’t spending as much time as I should with him. I got too busy. Maybe will find each other again someday, but for now, we both need to focus on our stuff.”

“You know he said the same thing.”

Y/N chuckled. “Guess that’s one of the things we can agree on then. Tell him I wish the best for him.”

“Of course.”

Y/N sat in her office pouring over a case when her phone rang. She quickly picked it up. “Hello this is Y/N L/N from L/N Law Firms. What can I do for you?”

“Umm hi. It’s been a while. This is Andrew.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I’m sorry. Andrew who?”

“Oh! Sorry! This is Andrew Gertler. I’m Shawn’s manager.”

Y/N felt a pang of guilt run through her. She and Andrew hadn’t been particularly close, but Shawn had seen him as a brotherly figure and he was very fond of him.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! How are you?!”

“I’m doing ok. And actually that’s why I called you. I have a huge favor to ask and you can decline, but I would really appreciate if you didn’t.”

“Alright. What can I help you with?”

“Well, you probably won’t want to take this case, but we recently decided that Shawn should do a duet with this new upcoming artist. She agreed to it, but after the duet, she released new music. But it wasn’t hers. She stole Shawn’s music. But now it’s gotten into legal matters and…well Shaw was wondering if you would be the attorney for his case. He said that you are the best and he knows that he has a good chance at winning with you.”

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#4

City Of Love

City of Love (Personal Assistant AU—Reversed Roles)

A/N: So, in this imagine, Shawn is Y/n’s personal assistant and Y/N is the popstar. Andrew is still her manager, but Brian is a girl, and his name is Brianna. Haha, hope you like it

Summary: Shawn is Y/N’s assistant and he’s head over heels for her. Does she feel the same for him?

Warnings: Swear Words

            There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Shawn was in love with the Y/N L/N. It was a known fact. The team knew, the fans knew it, hell even Y/N herself knew it. And it wasn’t like he tried to hide it either. Not in the loving glances he sent to her. Not in the long hugs he pulled her into at the end of her shows. Not in the soft kisses he planted on her forehead when she was feeling extra stressed. He was completely transparent.

            Y/N on the other hand was a different story. No one could really tell with her how she felt for him. And she did it on purpose. She couldn’t date her personal assistant. It would be too messy. Plus, he was her best friend. She couldn’t ruin that friendship for a relationship that might not even last.

So, when Shawn would give her those glances, she would roll her eyes at him and act oblivious. When he would pull her into those bear hugs, she would pat his back in a friendly way. And when he would kiss her on the forehead, she would brush it off as a kind act.

She was chastised by her friends, her team, and her family. “You can’t keep letting him wander around you like a lovesick puppy. Just put poor Shawn out of his misery. You have to tell him that you don’t feel that way about him.”

But she did feel that way about him. She just couldn’t. And she knew it was wrong to lead him on like she was, but she couldn’t do anything. She wanted him in her life. She wanted him in any way that she could get. And if that was just as a best friend/personal assistant then that was how it would have to be. And it wasn’t like he had ever told her about his true feelings for her. He had never actually said the words “I love you in more than a platonic way.” So, until that happened, she was perfectly fine with the way their relationship was.

*****

Shawn was mesmerized with the way she sung to the crowd so passionately. It honestly put him in a daze. “You’re so whipped,” Brianna laughed.

“Shut up,” he blushed. “If only I knew she felt the same. Does your best friend really have to be the most confusing women on this planet?”             “I ask myself the same question every day. I’m not even sure how she feels about you. She hasn’t ever come out and explicitly said she likes or dislikes you. It’s almost like she doesn’t know if she should like you or not. She’s undecided. It’s weird and so unlike her. You know her probably better than me. You spend more time with her. She’s never indecisive. She always seems to know what she wants. It’s only when it comes to you that she doesn’t. I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing.”

Shawn sighed. “Somedays I wonder if she even wants me here. And then others, it’s like I’m the only person that exists to her.”

Y/N finished her last song and came running off the stage. Shawn pulled her into one of his famous hugs while she patted his back. “You were amazing! Not that I don’t think every show is fantastic, but I think this one is your best one yet!”

“You say that every night,” she chuckled.

“Cause it’s true! It gets better every time you preform.”

She pulled away from the hug. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

And there she went ruining a sweet moment. She always had to bring up her job around him and frankly it hurt his feelings. She was more than just his boss to him. She was his confidant, the person who knew him better than anyone else, the person who helped him through his anxiety.

She didn’t seem to notice the shift in his demeanor as Andrew patted her on the shoulder congratulating her. Brianna sent him a sympathetic smile and rubbed his arm.

This small gesture caught Y/N’s attention from the corner of her eye. She felt a small pang of jealously go through her, but it faded quickly when Shawn turned back to her and sent her one of his signature smiles.

*****

After showering and getting back on the tour bus, Y/N headed for the back of the bus towards her room. They were going to Paris the next day, the city of love. It had always been on Y/N’s bucket list to go there, but they had skipped it her last tour. To say she was excited was an understatement. She had even convinced Andrew to give them three extra days after her show in Paris for her and the team to explore. Andrew obliged even though everyone knew that he secretly wanted to explore France just as much as the rest of them.

“Knock, knock,” Shawn said outside her door.

“Come in.” She was laying on her bed reading a book in her sweatpants and one of Shawn’s old band t-shirts. And that was another thing that confused Shawn. She and Shawn would often sleep in the same bed together because they both enjoyed the comfort. Occasionally Shawn would lend her his shirts (which he thought she looked adorable in), and she would willingly accept. Which probably wasn’t an odd thing for best friends to do, but she rarely gave them back which pulled on Shawn’s heartstrings, making him think that maybe he had a chance.

She glanced up at him and felt her heart stop. He was shirtless, which wasn’t a new thing for her. But damn did he look fine tonight. His hair was a tousled mess, and it was so extremely attractive to her. She tried to hide her infatuation by glancing back down at her book, but she couldn’t focus on the words.

“Are you going to stay the night in here,” She asked him to try to seem nonchalant.

“Obviously! We still have that season of the bachelorette to finish! I’m so excited to see who she’s going to choose.”

Y/N shook her head at him. “And to think that three months ago you thought this show was obnoxious.” She thought it was sweet that he wanted to watch something with her.

“Hey, once it gets started it’s actually kind of entertaining. But at first glance it doesn’t seem that way.”

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16 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#3

Doubts

Summary: Y/N and Shawn both have big dreams, but what happens when those dreams interfere with the other person’s?

Warnings: None

Part 2

Y/N was a hardworking and talented woman. She longed to be a lawyer, and no one was going to stop her from doing just that. It took her years to finally get off Harvard’s wait list and get accepted into the college. After that, it had been a long and grueling process to get to where she was; an intern for one of the best law firms in the world.  

Along with working hard came distance from her friends and family. She struggled to keep in contact while she studied for many hours a day. However, there was one person who was relentless and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t cut ties with him.  

Shawn Mendes was her amazing loving boyfriend whom she had tried to break up with at least five times during the span of her law school days. He refused to let her. He knew the only reason she was breaking up with him—or at least trying to—was because she felt bad that she couldn’t spend lots of time with him.  

Not only was their relationship strained because of her job, but Shawn was an international rock star! But he made time for Y/N. She was his top priority, even above music. Because he felt it in his heart that she was the one. And so, whenever she tried to break up with him, he told her that he would quit his music if she did. Because honestly and truly, his music was worth nothing if she wasn’t a part of his life.  

So, with all the sacrifices Shawn was making came a frustrated manager, a loss of fans, and an increase of hate comments left on his social media accounts. To say Shawn was struggling was an understatement. And that was part of the reason why Y/N wanted to break up with him.  

Regardless, Shawn wouldn’t let her. He was getting exhausted though. He just wanted to know for sure that Y/N wasn’t going to pull her bullshit “breaking up with him” spiel again. He was agitated because he felt like he was putting more into the relationship, which really sucked for him because he was making a lot of sacrifices for her.  

Y/N did love Shawn, but it was really hard for her to focus on him and her career at the same time. And to top it all off, she knew she wasn’t good enough for him. He was a household name, and she was just some law student hoping that something would come out of her internship.  

Because of these things, their relationship had been strained. Y/N found it easier to stop going to Shawn’s house after work to avoid the arguments, while Shawn would just end up going to her house instead where the fight would ensue.  

It was always sharp jabs thrown at each other, nothing too serious. Until one day when Shawn had been yelled at by his manager for showing up late for the studio again. Truth be told, he was trying to fix Y/N breakfast to apologize for the fight they had had the night before. Unfortunately, this only added to Shawn’s stress.  

He was fighting so hard for their relationship, but Y/N seemed like she wanted to give up. She said she was ‘tired,’ and that she ‘couldn’t keep fighting anymore.’ And while Shawn understood her reasoning, he was fighting for her with everything in him.  

After being yelled at by Andrew, he got an unexpected call from Brian asking if he was still up for getting drinks that night. And as much as Shawn wanted to accept, he knew that he needed to fix his relationship first.  

He knew Y/N cared about him and really did want to be with him, but she was damaging their relationship by not trying to put Shawn first. And at this point, he was sick of it. He loved, he really did, but it was becoming too hard for him. He needed to confront her and communicate the way he felt to her.  

But when he arrived at her house that night to visit her, he didn’t expect to see a nice dinner made and her table set for two.  

“Surprise!” She greeted him in the kitchen, her hair tied in a bun at the top of her head. She had an apron on and flour coated her face. “I thought I would make us some dinner. We both need some quality time with each other.”  

Shawn smiled sweetly at her. It was moments like this that made him fight for her. “This is wonderful darling. Thank you so much!” He kissed her on the head and helped her finish off dinner.  

*** 

“So, Shawn as much as I love to cook for you, I actually invited you over tonight to tell you about how I got the job!”  

Ah yes, the job. The one she had been wanting for a year now. The one that made Shawn release the album four months late because he was so busy chasing her all around the country so she could get the job. He had sacrificed just as much, if not more for her job than she had.  

“Hmm,” he wanted to be happy for her, he truly did.  

But he also wanted to settle down and start a family and it was proving to be very difficult to do so when his girlfriend wasn’t around for more than five hours of the day. How was he supposed to find a time to propose to her in the chaos of it all?!  

He had brought the ring everywhere with him since he got it, which was five months ago. And every time he got close to her proposing, she seemed to always have to take a call or run into the office. It was infuriating.  

He knew he wasn’t perfect, and he also wasn’t around a lot, but he was around more than she was and that was saying something because his job was a lot more tasking than hers, truth be told.  

“That’s great darling,” he said. He tried to make it sound exciting, but he was also hiding a lot of disappointment. He was hoping she wasn’t going to get the job. She was very ambitious, and he loved her for that, but her having this job meant that they would spend even more time apart.  

“You’re not happy. You’re disappointed,” she said nervously. She had been on edge and didn’t want to tell him about her job because she had suspected this reaction. He was exhausted and she understood that. He didn’t want to keep chasing her around and she also understood that. But couldn’t he at least be happy for her, or at least pretend to?  

“No, honey I’m not. It’s just that…well I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, but I’m going on tour again and I was hoping you would come with me. But with this new job…it’s just…. never mind.” He sighed defeatedly.  

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Mother’s Day

Summary: Mother’s Day is coming and reader and Shawn find out some exciting news

Warnings: None

“Shawn…I know we were planning on just relaxing for this week, but I really feel like we should go see your parents,” Y/N said, sitting down on the couch next to her husband of two months. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer into him, inhaling her sweet scent.  

“Hmm, what about your parents?” 

“We saw them last week. Plus, it’s Mother’s Day and we haven’t seen them since the wedding. I mean I know we’re in LA and they’re all the way in Canada, but I think we should go see them. And besides, don’t you want to see Liyah?”  

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he sighed resting his head on her neck and pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder. “I’ll book plane tickets tonight then. When do you want to leave?”  

“Well maybe we should talk to them first and make sure they don’t have anything going on,” She chuckled at her husband’s excitement.  

“Sure, I’ll call them right now.” Shawn pulled away from his wife’s touch and grabbed his phone from his pocket. He hit the call button on his dad’s contact.  

Manny picked up right away. “Hey dad! How’s it going?” Shawn put the phone on speaker and rested it on the coffee table, snaking his arms around his wife again.  

“What’s up son? It’s been a minute since you’ve called me, bud. How are you and Y/N?” 

“Hey Manny,” Y/N said, “We’re doing great! Your son is the best husband I could’ve ever asked for.” She felt Shawn lightly pinch her side in a teasing way.  

“I’m glad to hear that. What’re you guys up to?” 

“What are you and mom planning on doing for Mother’s Day? We want to fly out to see you guys!” 

“You’re kidding! You guys are flying out this week to see us?!” 

Y/N giggled. “I told you it was the right decision to make.” 

“Of course, it was Y/N’s idea. You always have perfect timing. We were actually thinking about flying out to see you guys, but if you want to come here, that would be great! When are you planning on getting here?” 

“Hmm well we want to be there for Mother’s Day so maybe we’ll fly out Thursday night and get there Friday morning?” Shawn looked to his wife to make sure she was okay with that.  

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she said.  

“I agree,” Manny said. “Alright well I’ll talk to you kids tomorrow and figure out the details. Love you!” 

“Love you too,” Y/N and Shawn said in unison.  

Shawn hung up the phone and laid his head down on the couch, pulling Y/N with him. She fell on top of him as they both giggled, staring into each other’s eyes passionately.  

*** 

            The next morning woke up with a stomachache. She ran to the toilet and threw up, Shawn quickly followed after her and held her hair back. He knelt next to her pulling her against his chest once she had finished.  

“Babe, you’ve been throwing up a lot lately. Do you think…maybe that you’re pregnant?”  

Shawn and Y/N had been trying to get pregnant since their wedding night, but they hadn’t had any luck. It had only been two months and they weren’t expecting to get pregnant right away, but with the amount of times Y/N had thrown up in the last week, it led Shawn to believe that maybe she was.  

“I…probably. If not, then something’s really wrong with me. So, we should just go get a few tests then.”  

“No, no babe you stay here. I’ll go get them. Let me run you a bath.”  

“You really don’t have to do that Shawn.” 

“I know, but I want to. C’mere, let me braid your hair.” He gently braided her hair down her back and started the bath for her. He added a lavender bath bomb to it and then kissed her lips a few times before pulling back.  

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The Five Senses of Falling in Love

Summary: Shawn falls completely in love with the reader

Warnings: None

Sight: 

It was the first celebrity party he had been invited to and he didn't have a clue how to talk to anyone. He was so star struck by everyone in the room his brain couldn't even begin to process how to start a conversation. He was only a 16-year-old boy for heaven's sakes. He didn't belong with these people. Or at least he felt like he didn't. 

She also happened to be 16, but this was not her first celebrity party. In fact, she had been going to these for years. She had gotten famous at the age of 12 when she went on America's Got Talent and won for her amazing singing. She was then recruited by a record label. She wrote two albums and then started her career as an actor. She was possibly the most famous teen of the decade. 

She had seen him from across the room and instantly blushed. He looked handsome in his black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and black pants. She couldn't deny that she had a little bit of a crush on him. So, when she saw him standing awkwardly in the corner biting his lips, she took the opportunity to talk to him. 

Shawn knew who she was. Of course he did! She was one of his biggest idols. But seeing her in person turned him speechless. He didn't know such beauty could exist in the world. His TV and photos could never do her justice. And when he saw her walking over to him, he panicked and started to walk in the direction of the bathroom until he tripped over his own two feet right in front of her. 

"Are you okay?" She had asked reaching out her hand to help him up. 

His breathing was shallow as he took it and stood up from the floor. "Thanks, and yeah, I'm okay." 

"Is this your first celeb party?" 

Shawn nodded shyly. "Is it really that obvious." 

She shook her head. "No, not really. You just look exactly like how I felt when I went to my first party. It's super nerve-wracking especially when you don't know anyone in the industry and don't want to get involved with the wrong people." "Yeah I think I've already made a fool out of myself, and I've barely even spoken." 

"Don't worry, it's normal to feel like that. I still feel like that sometimes. It's our ego that makes us feel this way, you know. When you first walk into the party you feel on top of the world, like nothing can bring you down. You think you're the coolest person here because you got invited to a celebrity party. And then the first two minutes pass, and if they don't go bad, then something is definitely wrong. 

"And then you realize that you're just a normal person with normal people who just so happened to get some of the same opportunities. But seriously, there are some people who walk around here that they are better than you when you are literally at the same party as them and you're famous, just like them. 

"Sorry, did I overwhelm you," and she sent him the most drop-dead gorgeous smile he had ever seen. 

*** 

Sound: 

Y/N and Shawn ended up talking the whole rest of the party and the night ended in them exchanging numbers and promising to hang out again soon. After that night, they became as close as any two people could become. 

Y/N took Shawn on tour with her as her opening act and it allowed them to become infinitely closer to each other. 

It was the first show of Y/N's world tour and to say he was nervous was an understatement. He really wanted to impress her and her fans, but he was worried that he wasn't good enough to be performing at a Y/N L/N concert! 

At his five-minute call time he exited his dressing room and made his way to the stage entrance. "Alright Shawn, you've done lots of performances before. This is nothing different. You're going to do fantastic!" His manager, Andrew, encouraged him. 

Shawn nodded his head, unable to speak. He feared that if he did, he would vomit all over the ground. He longed for his mother to embrace him and whisper into his ear that he was her 'special boy.' Her words always brought comfort to him. 

He heard feet pounding against the floor behind him and when he turned around, he saw Y/N hurtling towards him full speed. When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck wrapping him in a bear hug. 

"You're going to do amazing out there. You're so talented and you know it. And that's all you have to do, prove to yourself that you can do this. You don't have to prove anything to me or anyone out there. We already see your potential or else you wouldn't be here. I know how it feels to think that you're not good enough, but once you let your guard down, you realize 'yeah, I'm just a human who loves music and I'm doing what I love.'" 

"Shawn, one minute until you're on stage!" 

The sound of screaming increased out in the crowd and Shawn felt his breathing quicken again. Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look at her. 

"Hey, hey. Just listen to my voice. Match your breathing to mine. Just breathe. In....out....in....out," and Shawn slowly felt his heart rate slow down listening to the beautiful sound of her voice. 

Touch: 

It had been a few years since Y/N and Shawn went on tour together, but they were still as close as peas in a pod. They didn't see each other as much as they used to anymore, but they tried to keep in contact as best as they could. 

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Like A Star

Summary:-  “You always said I burned like a star, but you never told me you intended to snuff out my light.”

Pairings:- Shawn x Fem!Reader

Warnings:- Cheating, Angst (My first time!), Cursing

Word Count:- 956

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AN:- This was my first time writing angst and I dunno- please tell me what you think?

(Y/N) had always been loud, always the one whose presence could be sensed a mile off. It was known to all who knew her, and even those who didn’t, that she was confident. This particular quality rubbed a lot of people the wrong way when they first met her, actually.

Not Shawn though. Ever since the moment he had met (Y/N), he had adored the way she was; she burned like a star and he wished for nothing more than to have a chance to bask in her light. Shawn and (Y/N)’s relationship, even when they were only friends, had always been one that provided warmth and comfort. 

Slowly though, their bond became the fire which fed their entire existence. Most would say it was unhealthy how much they needed one another, but they made each other happy and that was all that truly mattered.

One important reason why Shawn and (Y/N) were so dependent on each other was that both of them were insecure; forever doubting their abilities and questioning their worth. It was a toxic habit but they found that it became easier when they were together through it all. 

(Y/N) didn’t quite understand when Shawn would question himself in a deprecating manner; the man was practically a god for millions of people after all. Still, every time he felt like that she would cuddle into him and press as many kisses to his face as she could, telling him things she loved about him between each one. 

When (Y/N) felt bad about herself, Shawn would gladly return the favor. It was because of this constant support that the two had started to get better at knowing their own worth. Everything had been perfect, so perfect that (Y/N) couldn’t quite believe it sometimes. 

And two years into marriage, it seemed she should not have. Shawn, now her husband, had been unhappy for a while before the incident occurred. It was partly ‘post tour depression’ (as he called it) and partly the stress of making the next album that had him in such a mood. 

(Y/N) had tried her best to bring him happiness the way she used to, by planning dates and making him his favorite dinner and making pillow forts to watch movies in. Nothing she did seemed to work though. 

For a while it looked as if (Y/N) had just lost the ability to make him happy, which in turn made her miserable. The demons in her mind that had not plagued her for so long returned and their impact on her increased tenfold. Just when she felt she would break though, there was a light. 

Shawn began to smile again; his worries slowly washed away and his tensions eased. It looked to (Y/N) as if the previous time had only been a minor hiccup in their journey together and that things were changing for the better. Oh, how wrong she was. 

It was only little things at first, small clues that lead her to believe something devastating; a mysteriously gifted watch, a detail in his story that didn’t match up. Then, (Y/N) found bigger pieces of the puzzle; a hidden present she found in Shawn’s closet that he never gave to her, a whisper on the phone when she called him one night. 

On and on it went, that cruel game of observing quietly, collecting pieces of the puzzle that was sure to break her to pieces- until one day (Y/N) broke. She cried the whole night he was away ‘at Brian’s’ and willed her heart against combusting painfully into tiny bits. Tomorrow, she would end this suffering of hers. 

“Where are you going?” (Y/N)’s question to him was simple. “I told you I won’t be back for dinner, right? Please don’t wait up like you always do.” Even now, Shawn was polite. It took everything in her not to scoff at him. 

“I know there’s someone else.” It was a simple enough statement, just five words long, but (Y/N) quite enjoyed the tremendous effect it had on him. Shawn had never been a very good liar, not until recently. In that moment, she saw the old Shawn- the one who was reduced to incoherent mumbling at first sight of confrontation about a lie. 

Seeing that one glimpse of the man he used to be slightly soothed the burns on (Y/N)’s heart. It was reassuring in a way to know that that man still existed; somewhere underneath the stranger she was forced to love with nowadays. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shawn finally managed to say. This, ultimately, was what broke (Y/N) down. “It hurts, Shawn. So much you can’t begin to fathom it. But I am begging you not to deny it anymore. I can’t keep on living like this, I refuse to. So just fucking admit it!” She screamed at him, for the first time in a long time, through the sobs that wracked through her. 

Shawn stepped forward, trying to collect (Y/N) into his arms, apologizing the whole way. It was meaningless, though, all of it. She fell to her knees because there wasn’t enough strength left in her. 

(Y/N) had always seemed confident, to all who saw her, but Shawn knew the truth. He knew how broken she was inside; he understood how she had felt all her life. And yet he chose to break her. 

Neither of the two spoke for a while, (Y/N) crying on her knees and Shawn sitting a few feet away with his head in his hands. When she did break the silence, her words were bitter; her heart empty. 

“You always said I burned like a star, but you never told me you intended to snuff out my light.”

AN:- I really hope you liked it, and would love feedback because I’ve never written angst before. Have an amazing day!

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Falling Forward

Shawn Mendes x Reader. Angst, fluff.

Word Count: ~2.6k

A/N: It may be an “anon”, but I know who requested this. (She’s one of my besties.) 😉 I hope you like it, bub, especially since you requested it so long ago! I’m sorry it took me way too effing long to get it written. 😕 Call it a very belated birthday gift. 😋

So, I didn’t follow the prompt exactly. Well, I did, but I distorted the perception a bit? (That's probably not the best description, but I think you'll see what I mean.) I tried with the angst, I really did, but I feel like my angst is never really all that angsty.

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You were sitting at your desk, rubbing your eyes, when you sensed you were no longer alone. You might’ve been startled by how he’d snuck up on you if you hadn’t smelled his cologne. You could find him in the dark just by his scent alone. It was maddening, because you hated how much you loved it.

Sure enough, you swiveled your chair to see Shawn standing in the doorway of your room, leaning against the frame.

“What are you doing here?” you said in greeting, trying to keep your tone indifferent. Your voice often tried to betray you in his presence; it was a genuine struggle.

He shrugged the shoulder not leaning against the door. “I came to see if you wanted to hang out for a bit.”

“Maya isn’t here.”

You thought maybe you simply imagined the... hurt that flitted through his honey brown eyes before he said, “Yeah, I caught her on her way out. Who do you think let me in?”

///

Maya was your best friend, who Shawn had had a thing for ever since you’d met him nearly six months earlier through a mutual friend who you had no idea had any clout whatsoever. You suppose, that was the point. Jaiden wasn’t the type of guy to just throw facts around like, ‘yeah, Shawn Mendes is a friend of mine’. You had to earn his trust before he let you completely into his inner circle.

Apparently you had finally managed to do so the night you found yourselves all at the same bar and being introduced to the beautiful, bright-eyed, pink-cheeked, affable popstar.

Maya and Shawn instantly connected. You were happy for her, of course, but you had liked him for a while, had been a fan of his longer than she had, and well before you had ever met him. You had to remind yourself that she was your best friend and “dibs” was for children.

You did your best to shake off your disappointment, while Shawn tried his hardest to dispel your sometimes debilitating shyness.

There was one moment, one brief, shining moment, just as you were truly starting to relax in his presence and open up, when you thought maybe, just maybe, the tiny spark you had thought you felt flare between the two of you might be realized, but then Maya made a slightly suggestive comment and snatched away his attention.

Even though you knew she hadn't purposely done so, - Maya was an outrageous flirt, - it left you cold and on the verge of tears. As you willed away the wetness of your eyes, and forced yourself to smile, you felt a wall around your heart begin to build and fortify.

You said your goodbyes shortly thereafter, but not before Shawn asked for Maya’s number. You excused yourself for the ladies' room, not wanting to witness the very possibility of anything more between them.

///

You never felt excluded from conversations whenever you found yourselves spending time with Shawn, and quickly settled into the banter that flowed freely between you, but you did feel like you sat stuck slightly along the circumference of Shawn and Maya's little flirtation bubble. You could only take so much before you made your excuses to leave them to their privacy.

You wondered how much longer it would be before they hooked up. You were surprised it hadn't happened already. You didn't know how you were going to handle it once they did. You would have to make yourself scarce when they began dating, and find other places to crash before he started staying over. You wouldn’t begrudge Maya for having a sex life with Shawn, but you knew it would kill you if you had to see the proof of it standing in his underwear in your kitchen afterwards.

Your heart tightened in your chest and you forced those thoughts away.

You almost questioned why he had chosen to stay then to entertain you, but you didn't want to see that look again. It made your skin itch uncomfortably.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t hung out alone together before, but the texting was easier. You texted all the time about things from mundane to thought-provoking. You loved it when it was just the two of you, even though you held that close to your chest, but simultaneously you hated it because, in these instances, all the stronger, more-than-friends feelings you had for him tried even harder to surface. It was easier for you to talk to him when there was distance and a screen between you.

If only you were selfish and could just take what you so desperately wanted.

If only you were brave enough.

How would he react if you did, and what would that do to both your friendships, with him and especially Maya? It wasn't worth the risk.

“You could’ve called first?” you suggested, falling into your usual bantering to try to alleviate your sudden discomfiture, spinning back toward your laptop.

“Do I ever call?” he chuckled.

Touché. Your apartment was near his favorite coffee shop. As soon as he learned that, he started coming by all the time.

“You should just give me a key at this point,” he smirked. “Besides, I knew you’d be home,” he said, pushing off the frame and crossing your room.

“Because my life is oh, so boring?”

“Because I know you have a deadline for Monday and would be working through the weekend.” He set a to-go cup beside you.

You sighed and tilted your head back to look up at him. “Thank you.” You brought the cup to your lips and took a tentative sip. Of course, it was your favorite.

Shawn placed his large hands on your shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. Your stomach flipped. From the rush of caffeine, obviously, not his touch. “All that caffeine probably isn’t good on an empty stomach. When was the last time you ate anything?” He raised an eyebrow when you took too long to answer. “Mhm,” he smirked. “That’s what I thought. Take a break, sweetheart. I’ll make you something to eat.”

Your heart skipped whenever he called you ‘sweetheart', which was both too often and not nearly enough. Your heart was a traitor, too.

When Shawn was gone, you sighed and tried to refocus on your work. It was futile now that the man you were in love with was only two rooms away. It was getting more difficult with every passing day to bury your feelings.

You felt a flare of anxiety, nearly overwhelming in its intensity. This was not the time to fall apart. You didn't have the luxury this afternoon of leaving him with Maya and fleeing. You couldn't let him see your vulnerabilities or he wouldn't stop till he pulled everything out of you that you were trying to hide from him.

Breathe. Just breathe…

Thankfully, upon his return, you had calmed yourself down and the attack had retreated. You pretended to be engrossed in your assignment but if Shawn had paid any attention to your laptop screen, he'd easily see you hadn't made a stitch of progress since he disappeared to the kitchen.

“What happened to ‘take a break’?”

You held your hands up in surrender. “Fine.”

He snapped your laptop shut, - he didn't have to ask if you saved your work as he knew you were a little OCD about that, - and set a bowl of noodles and two chocolate chip cookies before you. He knew you better than he should as someone else’s soon-to-be boyfriend. Your comfort foods, where you carried your stress, how much you loved anything chocolate.

You reached for the cookies.

"Noodles first," he playfully reprimanded.

You scowled. He just smirked and threw himself across your bed, languorously stretching his long frame out. Damn it. Now your bed was going to smell like him.

Shawn snagged your journal from its current place on your nightstand. It was your own fault, really, for leaving it out, in plain sight. “What's this?”

“Nothing.” You made to snatch it out of his hands, but then you thought, why bother? You never wrote his name in your journal, or the name of the friend who he belonged to. He would never know the staggering crush you had was on him.

Even though your face burned hot, you didn't stop him from cracking it open, - you think you secretly wanted to see if he'd figure it out, - and busied yourself by inhaling your noodles even though they were still a little too hot.

"'There must be a reason why the greatest love stories never have a happy ending.' Well, that’s bleak."

"We can't all be optimists."

Shawn rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Says the biggest optimist I know."

He had you there. You were normally a wide-eyed and hopeful, glass-half-full kind of person.

“'Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs.'" Without reading the actual entry that followed, he flipped to another page. "'What’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?'"

Most of your entries began with a sentence or quote that reflected your mindset on that particular day.

His eyes stayed locked on your neat scrawl, his thumb and index finger poised to turn another page, as he cleared his throat and asked, "Who's the guy? Do I know him?" He finally looked up at your silence.

Your answer was to lower your eyes, shrug noncommittally, and stuff one of the cookies into your mouth.

You wondered which passage it was that caused Shawn to abruptly close the small, leather book and mutter, "You should've told me not to read it."

"I shouldn't have to. Are you happy now? Curiosity quelled?" You immediately regretted your words and tone. You had been trying for sarcasm but it came out too harsh. You were normally quick to apologize, but you were suddenly equal parts frustrated, terrified, and annoyed.

"Look," you cleared your throat and took a deep breath to steady your voice. "I should really focus on getting this assignment done." You can't be here anymore. I'm not strong enough. Not today. "Thanks for the coffee, and- and noodles, and cookies. I should be able to push through now, so…"

"Yeah, okay." Shawn stood and began to leave. He paused in the doorway. "You don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you. As someone who…"

You felt the wall around your heart fissure and you held your breath, balancing between hope and heartbreak.

But instead of completing his thought, he only sighed. "Don't work too hard." And then he was gone.

///

Shawn met Maya at the café beside the coffee shop.

She knew it hadn't gone well with the way he stalked toward the corner she'd settled into. She raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

Shawn just growled and tugged the curls that had found themselves twisted in his hand. "She's definitely into someone; it's just not me," he sighed wistfully, squeezing into the booth that was too small for his 6'3" frame. He dropped his head into his palms and rubbed his eyes. "Her journal is one long, unrequited love letter."

"You read her journal??"

"In my defense, I didn’t know it was her journal. At first.”

"You read her journal."

"I know, I know. But she didn't stop me! I just- I thought maybe, maybe, I'd see my name in there.”

"Boys are so dumb," Maya huffed, sliding out of the booth and tossing a twenty onto its surface. "Girls too, for that matter."

"Where are you going?"

"To put an end to this. I'm tired of waiting for you two to get your shit together."

"What?"

"It's you, stupid."

"What is?"

"The boy she's writing about."

///

Your door was still open. "Give it over," Maya demanded upon entering your room.

"Give what over?"

She glowered at you.

"He told you. Of course he told you. No. Just go. Just… leave me alone."

"Like hell. Give it."

"Does my privacy not mean anything to anyone??" But still you retrieved your journal.

"You let Shawn read it, but I'm your best friend."

You tossed it on your bed toward Maya, who quickly snatched it up and began to page through it. “Ha! I fucking love being right! Bub, why didn’t you tell me??"

Your eyes began to water. Maya took your hand and pulled you toward your bed. She settled herself cross-legged in the middle of it, facing you as you assumed the same position.

"Why didn't you tell me you’re in love with Shawn?” Maya asked softly.

You nearly collapsed with the relief of not having to hold it in anymore, of not having to pretend. Finally, the tears spilled over. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" She reached for you to swipe them away. "What is there to be sorry for?"

"What do you mean 'why'?? You two are…" You completed your thought with a gesture.

Maya immediately connected all the dots. Every single one of them. "Oh, honey…" She then laughed. "You are so oblivious, babe."

"Gee, thanks."

"He's not into me. He's into you."

"No, no, no, no, no," you chanted, rising from your bed and beginning to pace around your room. Your entire world had abruptly flipped upside down and you were grasping for a way to right things again, because this was just… too much. If your unrequited love wasn’t as unrequited as you thought… "But you two flirt all the time."

"I flirt with everyone, hon, which you're well aware of. So does he. It's just fun for us; it doesn't mean anything." A realization suddenly dawned on her. "Shit. I'm so sorry, bub. I never considered how it must've looked to you… You must hate me."

"Of course not," you exhaled. *It's just- I always thought- when he started coming around I thought, he's just being nice. Get in good with the best friend, you know?"

"You're right in your assumption, but he doesn't hang with you because of me, he hangs with me because of you. It always frustrates him when you disappear on us. You've really done a number on his confidence, hon, and his heart... He's crazy about you, and he thinks you're desperately into someone else. You should probably correct that, hm?"

///

Shawn stood in your doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Hi."

You were as far away from the door as you could get, twisting the rings on your fingers. "Hi."

“Permission to enter?”

You nodded.

He took a few tentative steps forward and closed the door behind him. With the audible click, your heart quickened. He paused beside your dresser and picked up your small, metal infinity cube. He changed its shape before setting it back in its place and clearing his throat.

“Maya said you had something to tell me.”

“I’m sorry about how I spoke to you earlier.” That’s not what you knew she’d meant and what he was expecting to hear, but you weren’t ready to acknowledge anything else in that moment.

“I’m sorry, too. I should’ve stopped reading your journal the second I realized that’s what it was.”

How had you found yourself standing before him? Had he moved, or had you?

“You didn’t stop me. Why?”

“Shawn…”

“Say it.”

“I- I think maybe you know why?” you muttered, blush growing darker, and lowered your eyes.

His chin started to tilt toward you. His lips parted.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

"It's not obvious?" he hummed, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

You were fighting between stepping back or falling forward. “Shawn…”

“Just tell me that it’s me.” His lips brushed yours, testing. They were soft, softer than you could have imagined.

“It’s you,” you breathed, rising to your tiptoes and winding your hands in his hair, as you’d wanted to do since the first time you met, and you brought his mouth back to yours.

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[itsamendesmadness]

Shawn Mendes x reader (female)

“Cherry red lips”

Summary: You are preparing yourself to accompany Shawn at his debut at the Oscars.

Warnings: oral sex

a/n: I guess we can say guitar players do it best. I wanted to thank you for all the support on my past work. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, let your imagination fly. 🪶 (remember to reblog if you want to see more of this work)

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The Oscars are finally here, Shawn has been eager for this night to come because it’s going to be the first time you walk the red carpet together. You are scared people are gonna bash on you. Most fans don’t take it lightly when they’re favorite musicians are with a new girl. You are preparing yourself in a separate hotel room while Shawn records a get ready for the Oscars video with Vanity Fair. He has personally picked out a dress for you and left it hanging on the closet door with a note beside it. The note reads “Can’t wait to see this on you”. As you slowly open the zipper of the garment bag revealing the dress, you gasp at its beauty. You take it out and place it on the bed admiring it. It’s perfectly made for you; a black slip satin dress with the longest train you've ever witnessed. You weren’t entirely sure about how you were going to walk on those Black with Crystal Embellishment Jimmy Choo heels, they seemed to be a little too tall for you. Either way you were excited to dress up and rock the carpet.

The hotel phone rings, and it looks like Shawn is calling. “Hey babe.” he says. You loved how he called you babe. As in any new relationship, you were still on the honeymoon phase, where you blush at compliments and couldn't keep your hands off of eachother. “Hey Timbit” you reply, as you sit on the bed with your white robe. “We're in the middle of shooting, but I wanted to know if you liked the dress.” he says. You laugh a little,“Of course babe, it’s stunning.” you replied while you twirled the phone cord around your fingers. “I’ll pass by your room when I’m done... I- I love you.” he says nervously. “I love you more, Timbit.” you reply to him with the biggest smile on your face. He hangs up, and you put the phone down.

You asked Shawn to not get you any stylist because you didn’t want to be a burden, Anyways, you were pretty damn good at makeup and hair. You start gently placing your makeup on the hotel floor ,right in front of the patio door since you liked to do your makeup close to a window. You turn on your “I’m a bad bitch” playlist and proceed to put on your makeup. When you finish, you walk up to the bathroom to start on the hair, but get distracted taking selfies and mirror pictures. You send a little teaser to Shawn and proceed to do your slick back low bun with a middle part. You wanted to show off the dangling earrings and sparkly necklace.

The phone dings with the personalized ringtone you have for him. “You’re so good at makeup, but…” he texted. You look at the message thinking there is something wrong with it. ‘But what?... Does it look bad?” you reply with your heart dropping. The phone dings again. “I can’t wait to rub it all off,” he texted with smirking emojis. ‘You leave him on read’. He deserves it, you think to yourself.

The time has come to finally put on that beautiful dress. You put one leg in and the other after it. The dress brushes over your skin like butter and you put the straps over your shoulder. You walk towards the full body mirror holding the dress on your chest because it’s not zipped up yet. The satin material hugged your curves tightly and a slit was on the dress exposing your left leg. The slit came to an end at the top of your hip. This dress was definitely Shawn's doing, it accentuated every part he loved about you.

You felt like a Hollywood star with the red lipstick covering your perfectly shaped lips. Especially with the black satin gloves this dress came paired with. Unfortunately, you can’t make out with Shawn any time soon or you will ruin your makeup and stain his godly made face before the Oscars.

You tugged and struggled to get your zipper up. You sit on the bed with defeat all over your face. You didn��t want to interrupt him so you just waited for Shawn to come by so he could get the zipper. Until then you just continued watching a series on Netflix. After an hour, he gets to the door while holding your favorite flowers. He opens the door with the hotel room key. You didn't hear him come in because your airpods muffled his footsteps. It’s obviously hard to hear the steps with a floor covered in carpet. “Babe” he shouts at you as he approaches you and taps your arm. “Babe” he says once again. You jump up with a scared look on your face. “I’m sorry…I- I didn't hear you come in '' you say with a sigh of relief knowing it's him and not some weirdo. “It’s okay” he chuckles. He hands you the flowers “You look beautiful” he says to you leaning in for a kiss. “You look very dapper yourself” you say smiling looking at his eyes. He blushes and smiles. You could never resist that contagious smile he wears. You stare at him in his sharply tailored to perfection black tuxedo. He wears it with such elegance.

“How was the video?” you say to him eager to know how his day went. “It went smoothly… I think you know how nervous I get” he says as he moves to sit next to you. “Did you do the meditation exercises?” you say facing him. “Yes , I burned some sage and said some affirmations.” Shawn replies. “That’s great babe. Also, can you get my zipper?” you say as you stand up. “I love when you need my help.” he says to you while he puts his hands on your lower back. He could never resist not kissing your back. As expected, he kisses your back while he gets the zipper, he continues to give you soft pecks till he gets to your neck. You left out a soft sigh. You turn around and say “I can’t kiss you right now. I have red lipstick on”. “Fuck the red lipstick” he replies as he tries and get a kiss from you. You turn your head and he lands his soft lips on your cheeks. “No Timbit, just wait after the Oscars then you can kiss me all you want.” “I don’t want to ruin your moment… you're going to be presenting in front of prestigious people, you can’t be looking like a clown.” you say to him wanting to prove your point. “Fine, but I can kiss other lips, you know.” he says to you with a scheme written all over his face.

He opens the slit of your dress and slips two fingers on your black lace panties. He begins to rub your button making you moan out. He gets down on his knees and brings down your lacies with his mouth as he looks up at you with desire. He puts your left leg over his shoulder. You gasped and slightly bit your lip as he did so. He began to suck on your clit making you moan out. Your hand flew to his head, gently tugging his hair.

As he ate you out, his fingers began to play with your wet treasure. You whined and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails in him. He sucked and fingered you at the same time. The pace of his tongue started syncing with his fingers. You wrapped around his finger so tightly, in a way of warning him you were about to spill. He then looked up at you and smirked. He looked so hot working up a sweat for you. “Cum for me” he says in a sexy tone. You began to tremble, throwing your head back. He gently took out his fingers with them covered in cum and his lips followed him. “Good job babe” he says to you gasping for air. You stand there dripping out, looking to where your soul left. He brings you toilet paper and cleans you out. “Time to go beauty” he says to you, handing you the black lacies back.

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[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

ONLY WANT YOU.

Pairing : Shawn Mendes × reader

Genre : Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings : Swearing, Daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dom!Shawn, Self depreciation(very mild), oral (male receiving)

Summary : The reader and Shawn have an intense argument and then Shawn let's the reader know who's the one he wants.

You were more than worried now. It had been precisely 2 hours 14 minutes since Shawn left. You really managed to send him over the edge. You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. But you can't help it when all of the world is pining for what's not true. He's yours but no, everyone wants him and camila to be together.

Camila was such a lovely lady. You couldn't help but feel insecure. She was everything you'd want to be. Hell, she was beautiful and the worst part you wanted to hate her but you couldn't. She had that aura.

You and Shawn were in it for long. That's what you thought at least. You knew he was the one for you. And you believed you were too for him until recently.

Ever since the PR began after Senorita was out you couldn't help but question everything. Your bond with Shawn seemed to weaken. You found yourself distancing from him. You didn't want to. You never did. Everytime you saw an article in some shitty tabloid your breath got caught. You felt you couldn't breathe. You knew it was fake but guess these two were really good actors cause it didn't seem unreal it to you.

You tried to calm yourself. Remind yourself you were overanalysing the sitch. He is your boyfriend. He will be home soon. Then you can be in his strong arms and feel safe and secure. But none of it worked.

All this while, since the PR managers suggested this, Shawn had made sure to get you involved. Let you be a part of everything that's been happening or is going to in future. Make sure you're comfortable with it. And boy, did you say yes cause you didn't wanna hold him down. But now when he was not with you for the holidays, when he had to fly out every weekend to Miami you felt your nerves kick in.

You hated yourself for being such a hypocrite. Shawn never once made you feel secluded but your overthinker ass ravaged everything.

You were certain he hated you now. This was the longest you two had gone without talking after that intense a fight.

Shawn was back home after three months. You were so excited for him to be with you for a whole week now, until you saw that article. You knew it meant nothing but seeing your boyfriend sticking his tongue down another women's throat got the best of you. You didn't think it was going to affect you so bad when you said yes to the whole PR stuff but now you just didn't know how to feel.

You never told Shawn when your anxiety kicked in seeing him with her because you didn't want to seem like a hypocrite. But weren't you one?

You just suffered quietly. Tried to let it pass. It'd end soon. That's how you always calmed your raging nerves. You became quieter. Stopped being your bubbly self when Shawn called. He obviously noticed. He knew you better than you yourself. He just couldn't figure the issue cause you had so convincingly persuaded him to believe you were fine with it all.

"Hun, I'm home. " Shawn said as he closed the door after settling his luggage beside the shoe cabinet right at the entrance of your shared apartment.

When he got no response he was stressed. He expected you to pounce on him as soon as he opened the gate but there was no sign of you.

He kicked his shoes off and then remembered how it'd annoy you so much, laughed to himself and went back to put them in the cabinet before calling out for you again.

"Y/N, baby I'm home. "

He checked the living room. You weren't there. The kitchen next. No sign of you anywhere. He didn't expect you to be asleep cause it was just 7 and you were a night owl getting all pumped with energy as the clock hit 6 pm. This was your best time of the day and Shawn certainly had decided to make the best of it but you were nowhere to be found.

He wouldn't lie he was disappointed when you didn't fling yourself into his arms and peppered his face with cute wet kisses and were all clingy and lovey with him. He missed you so much.

He went to your bedroom, your shared room. Checked the whole house but there was no sign of you. He felt all that excitement dial down.

He decided to call you, obviously.

You didn't pick up.

He was worried now. He called your best friend cause you usually liked to hangout with her at evenings like this, discussing your medical school stuff and just chilling at times. She didn't pick up either. He called your mom and she told him that you were out with Y/F/N and she thought that he already knew.

Shawn was more than upset. He felt a little angry because you had been acting so not yourself and this was the least he could expect from you. There was something wrong obviously but why wouldn't you talk to him. Every time he tried to talk, you'd just make some excuse. He was tired now and this was what sent him over the edge. He tried calling you after an hour again. Just to get back a text saying "I'll be home late. Dinner's in the fridge. Don't wait for me. "

He was pissed off. Really bad.

You came home around 10:30 at night. You knew this wasn't fair to Shawn. After you saw that article you just couldn't. You had to let some seam off. Y/F/N called you and asked you if you'd wanna come to a small party they were throwing for Tom, a batchmate of yours Shawn had a huge disliking towards. Tom had asked you out cause he didn't know you had a boyfriend and he made it very clear that he liked you a lot. Shawn didn't take that well, obviously. He hated Tom's guts.

You wanted to get on his nerves after seeing the article. So you did.

You put on your sexiest one piece Shawn got for you year on your graduation day. The nerve of you. You informed your mom cause you knew Shawn would call her as you didn't plan on picking up his phone.

You opened the door with your key. The click noise made Shawn wake up from his light slumber.

You knew you had pulled off real shit and well consequences weren't gonna be good.

As you went inside. You saw the food was out on the counter but untouched. Shawn was in the living room, glaring at you.

"Where were you, Y/N? " He asked you with a voice dangerously low sending chills down your spine.

But heh you had enough liquid courage to be a douche at this point.

"Hello to you too. " You said in a rude tone.

"I said where the fuck were you, Y/N? It's been three goddamn hours. I have been so stressed what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't even care to tell me yourself. What the fuck?" He snapped at you moving towards you in the kitchen where you were pouring some water for yourself.

" I was at Tom's birthday party with Y/F/N." You said non chalantly.

His eyes shot up. Going wide.

" So you decided to go to that fucker's party instead of being with me. I'm home after three fucking months for fuck's sake." He yelled from across the counter.

You flinched hearing his tone but snapped right back. "Well what am I supposed to do Shawn? Sit here like a fool while you stick your tongue down her throat. All I see are pictures of you two making out every fucking where so am I just supposed to fucking wait for you after getting ten thousand notifications showing my boyfriend and his fucking girlfriend!? "

He took in a deep breath as if to not do anything wrong. The change on his face was scary. He just went from angry and worried to nothing. His face went expressionless. The tension getting thicker with every passing second.

You realised how wrong you were instantly. Hands flying to cover your mouth. " Shawn, i-... I am.. I didn't mean it. Bab-"

"You fucking meant it, Y/N. I can't even. You've got to be kidding me. " He took his Jeep's keys and headed for the gate. You tried to stop him by touching his shoulder but the look he gave you made you feel disgusted with yourself. He slammed the gate as he went out. Tears made their way down your cheeks smudging all your make up.

You sank down right where you were beside the kitchen counter. You hated yourself in this moment more than you ever had. The one person who always put your needs first, cared for you more than himself, you managed to make him hate you. You were certain he did.

You ran took your phone called Shawn. Over and over again. 5 calls went unanswered. You were perturbed. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know where he could be. You wanted to just be in his arms. You didn't deserve it but you felt home. His arms were your home. And you just ruined it all. Your baseless insecurities did.

You sat there helpless, loathing yourself. You don't know when sleep took over you. When you woke up it was 12. You got up in haste, drowning in worry. It had been an hour and a half since he left. You called him again and again to no avail. You lost the best thing you ever had and you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself after what you did.

You decided leaving was the best. He anyway wouldn't want you near him. Shawn deserved the world. He deserved the best. And then there was you who gave him nothing but hurled insults at him.

Tears didn't stop flowing at a point you felt you didn't have anymore left but you were wrong. You went up to your bedroom. Taking out a suitcase. You didn't want to bother him more. You weren't worth it.

You put in your essentials in the bag, moving to the closet after that. You changed into one of your hoodies. It was his. All of your clothes were basically his. You needed to wear them to feel home when he wasn't around. He loved them on you but now you weren't so sure. You anyway did it. One hoodie wouldn't upset him.

As you were done packing you checked the time it was over 2 hours. You wanted to die right at this moment. Shawn was not picking up your calls. You called Geoff earlier, he had no idea where Shawn was. Now you decided to call Karen. You didn't know what to do. You had already asked Andrew if Shawn was at the studio. You didn't want to stress everywhere cause Shawn didn't get mad easily but when he did it was bad. Extremely bad.

Just as you were about to call Karen you felt yourself being turned around, moved towards the closet door, a pair of strong arms pulling you and then his warm swollen lips being attached to yours. You melted right then. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't believe it. Were you dreaming? But as you let it sink in, it was your Shawn kissing you. His smell invaded your senses making you feel alive again. Those lips moulded with yours felt like heaven. Tears made their way out of your eyes again. Lips starting to move against his. Hands going into his hair tugging at it as he devoured you. You didn't realize he was crying too until you opened your eyes. His eyes blood shot, cheeks tear stained. You hated you were the reason for his disheveled state. You hated yourself.

You broke the kiss. Not being able to look him in the eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of total silence you figured this was goodbye. You started moving towards your suitcase.

As he saw what you were doing he let out a loud groan. He wanted to knock some sense into you and he decided he will.

He held your arm pulling you towards himself, asking with a hoarse voice "Where do you think you are going? "

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I just....you deserve better. I'll leave, I wanted to ask you if I can take this one hoodie? If you want it back I understand. I just didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said earlier. It just I was a little drunk you know it's I'm so terribly sorry. " You rambled didn't realising when you started sobbing.

You felt his arms wrap around you. Engulfing you in a loving hug. You broke down. He was still being so considerate when all you did was break his heart.

"Shush honey. Y/N, I am right here. You're not going anywhere."

"I am sorry. So sorry. I-.. I'll leave. "

"Baby, I said you are not going anywhere. I need you hun. You remember, it's forever." He said in his beautiful voice showing you his promise ring. The one you got him three months back. Just before he left.

You looked up at him through your crys. You wanted to see if he hated you or not. He could lie to you but his eyes could never. To your surprise all you saw was worry and love. A sense of relief washed over you. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding all this while.

"I love you baby. We are okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left like this."

"No no no Shawn. You.. I.... I'm so fucking terrible. I didn't mean anything earlier. I just wanted to I don't know I'm a fool. I was so scared I lost you forever. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. "

"No bub, I get where you're coming from. I understand. Just seeing you go to his birthday party made my blood boil. Seeing me with Camila, making out, holding hands I get it. I'm sorry. You should have told me, Y/N. I always wanted you to be comfortable with it. Although I shouldn't have put you in that spot when I know you won't ever say anything that's not in favour of my career. "

" I just didn't wanna hold you back, Shawn. I knew it was important but seeing you with her I just can't help but compare myself to her. I'm so pathetic. I hate myself. "

" Hey don't you ever say that about my baby. She's the best. Okay? Most beautiful, most caring, loving, selfless and she has the best legs. Her ass is so sexy. Her curves. Those lips I never wanna let go off. " He said his hands on your ass massaging it. You let out a low moan. It had been so long.

You wanted Shawn more than anything . His head dipped down to your neck, your head falling back. It felt unreal to be this close to him again. Especially after that sick stunt you pulled off.

He bit you at your soft spot and you jumped in his arms making him chuckle. He licked it to soothe it and you moaned. Not being able to control how overwhelmed you were after months of no physical contact with him.

"By the way that dress, baby. Not a smart move wearing it to Tom's birthday party, was it? " He said as his hands creeped up inside your hoodie sending shivers up your spine.

You just moaned in response only to receive a light tug at your bum.

"Words, honey. Use your words with me. " He said in that deep voice making your knees turn into jelly.

"Yes daddy. It was so stupid of me. Sorry daddy. " You said in your most innocent voice. Eyes looking glossy.

Shawn literally lost it there. Letting out a low growl. " Fuck Y/N." He turned you around. Making you face the mirror on your vanity. Your ass pressed onto his front. You could feel him already getting hard against your thigh. "Say it again." He commanded in a low voice. So you did feeling yourself getting wet. The pool in your panties becoming larger. "Mmm Daddy." You moaned as he moved your hair onto one side tilting your head so that he could assault your neck again. He knew how much you loved it when he did this.

"You know I wanted to take you right when you entered the house. Looking so pretty in that dress. Daddy got so worked up, baby. Only if you weren't being an annoying little brat." He said bringing his hand on your left boob cupping it under your hoodie.

"No bra? You're being very naughty I see."

"Sorrrryyy daddy. Sorry for being a little brat. I need you, daddy." You couldn't take his assault anymore. You whined. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. Wanted him to be rough with you. Wanted to be close to him. As close that even air couldn't get in between the two of you.

"My hun is eager, I see. What do you want honey?" He asked.

"Want daddy to fuck me. Hard." You answered. Your eyes closed as he played with your tits. You could already feel yourself dripping on your thigh.

"Fuck baby. Getting daddy so hard huh? But do you deserve it after what you did."

"No daddy I have been bad. Very bad." You said. Extremely excited for what was in store for you. Shawn being a little rough and dominant always got you in the mood no matter when and where. That was his effect. The fact that only you got to see this side of the otherwise always a sweetheart gentle giant Shawn worked wonders on you. You loved it and he knew that.

"Hmm so kitten what is your punishment then?" Shawn whispered in your left ear. Making goosebumps arise on your body.

"Spanks, daddy. I have to count."

"Mm look at you being so good. How many do you deserve baby? "

"6 daddy? "

"Isn't that very less for what you did hun? Make it 10."

"Okay daddy."

He tugged at your hands as an indication for you to raise them so that he could take off his large hoodie of you. Leaving you only in your black lace panties. Looking at your almost naked body, Shawn couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Hands immediately cupping both your boobs. "So beautiful kitten."

"Thank you, daddy."

He proceeded on to take off his shirt. His biceps flexing in the process making your mouth water. You still were in a haze. This man, literally Adonis was yours? How'd you get so lucky? His flawless skin. The little hair peppering his chest. The defined pecs. His abs. You didn't even realise you were gawking at him. Literally with your mouth open. A chuckle brought you back to reality. Getting flushed instantly.

"Mmm definitely enjoying what you see hun. Come here." He said sitting at the edge of the bed opening his legs so that you could bend over his thighs. You did as told.

"Want these off baby. " He tugged at your panties. Before you could even move to get them off. He ripped them apart in half as if it was nothing. You got wetter if that was possible.

"Now bend." He said. You did as told. You bent over his lap.

"Count baby." He growled as his hand slapped your right ass cheek. A loud moan leaving your lips. "One."

Another spank at the same place. Making it become an angry red. "Two." You whined.

Shawn saw your wetness dripping down your thighs forcing a strangled moan out of him. His fingers immediately going to your freshly shaved pussy lips. "You are enjoying this so much kitten? " He asked as his fingers dipped in your folds, you almost screaming at the sudden action, then he took them in his mouth. You sublimated right that moment. If this wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen you didn't know what was. You felt pure bliss.

Still in that euphoria you didn't realize how time passed and his hand came in contact with your ass again. Harder than before.

"Three." You cried. Your ass blood red. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes any second. Just for a second Shawn's demeanor faltered. He seemed to be having second thoughts. He couldn't hurt you. His hand soothingly titillating the area.

You, as if, read his thoughts and told him to continue. "It hurts so good, daddy." That was all he needed. "You're doing so good kitten. Just two more." With that his hand came down again not so hard this time. You moaned, loving the burning sensation.

He repeated the same with your left cheek. You started to cry by the time he was done. He took you in his arms. Making you face him. Straddling his lap. "Did so good for me baby." You rested your head on his shoulder. Your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. His thick thighs clenching. And you started to grind your self on his thigh. You didn't even realise when. The pleasure seeming to only increase with each thrust of your hips. You let out a moan at the same time as Shawn, it's what made reality dawn upon you. Your actions halted thinking he'd want to punish you, maybe.

When you looked into his eyes, they were darker than before, almost black, filled with insatiable hunger. A wave of confidence hit you. Your movements resumed. Your pace a little faster now. Your hands made way around his neck, wrapping them for support as he held you by your waist. His eyes boring into yours, you felt yourself melt. "I want you to get off my thigh, Y/N. Don't stop until you cum." He said in a voice that was enough to do it for you. He sounded so fucking sexy you couldn't even make sense of it. "Okay daddy." With that you increased your pace. His toned muscles flexing with your movements. It felt like heaven. You felt the fire burn in you. That familiar pit. Shawn kept on cooing filthy things in your ear sending you over the edge even faster. You held onto him for dear life as you came, nails digging in his skin. This was different. The way he responded to your actions. It felt unreal. It was beyond amazing.

"Felt so good daddy." You said as you went to kiss him. He captured your lips with his, kissing you with burning passion. You poured all your apologies, how ashamed you were of your unreasonable behavior, your unconditional love for him, all in that kiss. It conveying more than you could vocally have.

"Look at you hun, ruined daddy's pants huh? Looked like a goddess getting off of my thigh. You like it?"

"Loved it daddy. I love 'em."

He wrapped your legs around his waist as if you weighed nothing, standing up. He threw you on the bed. Taking his pants off along with his boxers. His thick member sprang out of the confines hitting his abdomen making the most unholy noise. You almost gasped at how terribly hard he was. It must be painful.

You scooted closer to him on the bed, reaching the edge. "Can I taste you, daddy? "

"Fuck. Go ahead baby."

"Mmm okay." You said as you reached for him. Getting in between his thighs. Making him sit on the bed and getting on your knees on the floor. You wanted to make him feel just as good as you felt. And boy were you determined.

You took his length in your hands. Spreading the precum all over it and your lips pulling out a pornographic moan off him. He stared at you in awe. Looking so pretty with his cock in your hands, on your knees for him. So wet, your juices dripping everywhere. It was nasty and he loved it.

You took his balls in your mouth, caressing his cock, all the prominent veins and the angry red tip making you salivate. You started running your hands up and down him. Sucking his balls. "Fuck honey, so good. Go on." He caressed your hair. "Always so good for me." You released his balls from your mouth with a pop sound and licked his underside from the base to the tip, feeling each vein. You took his tip in your mouth making him almost stop breathing. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Doing amazing." He moaned. It felt like music to your ears. You finally took him all in. He let out a loud whine. The warmth of your mouth making him dizzy. You started moving your head faster, almost releasing him fully then taking as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You loved giving Shawn a head. Hell you loved doing everything to him. Anything you did for him, with him was automatically your favorite. You felt what a dumbass you were to even think of leaving him. He's the best thing that has happened to you ever. He's your present and your future. You can't let yourself ruin that. Shawn abruptly stopped you. Pulling himself out of your mouth. You gave him a confused look. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "Not gonna last long, baby. Wanna feel you. Be inside you. Come here." He scooped you in his arms. Made you lay on the bed facing the vanity mirror. He came up beside you. His large body engulfing you as he spooned you. You reached down taking him in your hands, not being able to take anymore teasing. You needed him in you. Wanted to feel full again. It almost felt like the first time today. Your emotions all over the place, being so raw. You loved every microsecond of it. You lined him with yourself, almost about to take him in when Shawn took control. "Calm down. You know Y/N, good girls don't behave like this." "Sorry." You mumbled grumpily. His hand wrapped around your throat. Pressing lightly. Fuck, you got wetter if that was humanely even possible. You felt you might cum right then. "Sorry, what honey? Be good." "Sorry Daddy." "Mmm better." He said as he rubbed his tip at your slit. Teasing you like always. "So wet for me, honey. You've ruined all the sheets." You just moaned loudly in response incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He slowly pushed inside you. He was so fucking big. It hurt. He stretched you out so well. Relief washing you over. Feeling him in you made you feel complete. He stilled once he was inside letting you adjust. "Move baby? " He asked. "Mmm fuck. Yes daddy." You said.

His hand moved from your throat to your clit, rubbing you as he fucked you hard from behind. Your eyes started to close which as soon as he noticed he stopped. You whined so loudly at this it was almost shocking for you. "Open your eyes, baby if you want me to continue. Watch us in the mirror. Watch how daddy fucks you so good." And you saw the most obscene sight. His one hand rubbing your clit. You could see his cock move in and out of you. Other hand on your left boob pressing it hard. You couldn't help but whimper at the beautiful view. So dirty. You loved it.

His pace got faster as he dipped his neck into the crook of your neck leaving hickeys. Your hand reaching back holding onto his arm. Your nails scratching him, digging into his skin.

The feeling of bliss took over you as you yelled "I'm going to cum, Shawn." "Come for me, honey. I'm gonna cum too." His pace faltered becoming slower. He was close too. He rubbed your little nub faster, the nerves started burning at his assault.

"Aaah fuck fuck fuck daddy." With that you came all over him, him following you almost instantly. He let out a grunt as he came inside you, filling you up. Riding you both to the end of your orgasms.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Not moving at all. Then he pulled out of you. Getting up to go to the bathroom like he always did. He came back with a wet towel, cleaning you up so gently. Then he cleaned himself up with the same towel. And you don't know but this always felt so intimate to you. More than all that you guys just did. Him cleaning you both up with the same towel made your heart flutter. You were so fallen for him you didn't know yourself.

He came back after dumping the towel with the dirty laundry.

As soon as he came to bed, you snuggled into his chest. He was your home. You felt so safe. No one could hurt you with him there. Not even you, yourself. He'd protect you.

A single tear slipped from your eye as you both lay in comfortable silence cuddled with each other. As he noticed it, in the sweetest voice ever he said "It's okay baby. You don't have to even think about what happened earlier, again. I knew it'd affect you badly and I still went for it. I knew if I asked you, you'd never say no. So it was me taking you for granted, hun. You're not at fault. It was me, baby. I put you in that spot."

"Oh shut up, Mendes. Always making me seem so good. It was my and only my fault. Don't you dare blame it on yourself. And I'm so so sorry. I won't ever doubt what we have. It's the most real thing I have felt in my whole 22 years of existence. I love you so much, words can't even express it."

"But you do in other ways. You know." He smirked making you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly in his chest.

"You riding my thigh was the most fucking hot view ever. Trust me, I almost came."

"Oh shut it and let me sleep." You said all flustered about what you did.

"One last thing, baby. "

"Hmm? "

"You're the only one I want. "

You cuddled more into him finally being able to fall asleep soundly in your home.

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[violetsandfluff]

shooting star.

shawn mendes x female reader

word count: 1k+ of fluff and a tiny bit of angst.

a/n: its not exactly how I wanted it, but it is anyway. i didn’t put the taglist on this. i appreciate you very much and i will never stop loving you.

“I feel so awful,” she sighed in disgust as she pulled her knees close to her chest and rested her head on her knees. “I feel like I’m done with everything right now.”

Shawn wrapped his arms around the shape that was her body at that point. “I’m right here.”

His voice was so warm and soft, it trickled like smooth honey into her ears. The words made a lump form in her throat, and her heart swell.

“Of course you are,” she snapped. “You’re always right where you need to be.”

Shawn almost drew back from her words. They cut him deeply.

“Baby,” he breathed, closing his eyes and resting his head on her back. “I’ll always be right here. Now ‘til forever. I promise.”

She looked up at him with teary eyes, making him gasp slightly.

“You don’t know what you mean to me,” he continued, scooping her up effortlessly and moving to the other end of the couch. He sat down and set her upon his lap where she rested her head against his chest, the strong, steady beating of his heart calming her.

He licked his lips and swallowed tensely as he tried to put his feelings into words for her.

She reached up to grab the gold necklace that hung from around his neck and fingered it gently, silently telling him to take his time.

He breathed in deeply before he began speaking. “I never intended to make you feel neglected,” he began weakly, gaining confidence like a snowball rolling down a hill. “I always want to be there for you. I want to do anything to help you. You’re the strongest girl I know, and the prettiest. You’re so brave, so courageous, and I envy that about you.

“You’re selfless. You love me even when I can be better, and you don’t laugh at my mistakes. You were here for me when I… when I hurt.”

Shawn trailed off, licking his lips again, and trying to swallow the lump in his own throat. He rubbed his fingers up and down her back, watching as the elephant tattoo appeared and disappeared.

“I want to be my best for you. Wherever I am, you’re safe. I will do absolutely anything to protect you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t care how cliché that sounds. I would protect you with my life, you know that.”

She exhaled shakily as she tugged harder on the necklace, pulling his head down closer to her.

He began speaking again, his lips right beside her ear.

“You’re so… you’re so you. And that makes you absolutely perfect in my eyes. You’re so rare. I have to be the only man on the planet to have such a wonderful girl. You’re just like a shooting star that happened to fall within arm’s reach of me. That never happens.”

He gasped for air around the enormous lump in his throat and the tightness in his chest.

“Every word I sing is about you, and I always sing it just for you. You mean the world to me, darling.

“I just love you,” he said breathlessly, tracing a small heart on your cheek.

“I love you too, baby,” she mumbled thickly through her tears, nuzzling her face against his broad chest. “You mean a lot to me. I guess I just didn’t know how much you loved me.”

“You do now?”

“Yeah,” she gave him a weak smile through the tears. “Yeah, baby, I do.”

He took a deep breath and set her alone on the couch. “I’ll be right back, lovie,” he promised, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

He ran upstairs to their bedroom and retrieved a few items before ducking into the kitchen to make her some of her favorite tea. He grabbed one of her favorite chocolate bars and carried it into the living room along with the tea and other items.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, and she covered her eyes with sweater-paws, giggling slightly behind them.

“Shawnie bear, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see,” was his blatant response.

He set the tea on the side table next to her, and set a teddy bear in her lap before bundling her up in a blanket like a burrito from head to toe. Finally, he tucked the chocolate bar into her cocoon and told her to open her eyes.

When she did, she let out a squeak of happiness and looked at him with immense affection.

“That’s so sweet of you, Shawn.”

Shawn sat down right beside her, curling his knees into her side.

“What’s on my lap?” she asked with a smile and he laughed out into the silence.

“It’s Ricky, the teddy bear from Valentine’s Day!”

“Ricky, that’s right!” Y/N laughed as she fingered the bear in her lap beneath the blanket. “He’s so soft.”

Shawn had gifted her the teddy bear on their first Valentine’s Day together. She cuddled with it every night, especially when Shawn was gone, and when she was little spoon. Now it sat in her burrito with her, enjoying Shawn’s company.

“What do you want to watch?” Shawn inquired, and you responded, “Harry Potter. I wanna watch all of them!”

“I figured,” Shawn said through a smile. “You’re so dreadfully predictable.”

“Big words for you,” Y/N joked, and Shawn shook his head as the Harry Potter music blasted out of the tv.

“What else is in my blanket?” she asked as she squirmed restlessly in her cocoon.

“Oh, that?” Shawn chuckled softly as he unwrapped you from the blanket. “That’s a chocolate bar.”

“Ooh, yummy,” she said as she took a sip of the tea. “That’s my favorite kind!”

“I know,” Shawn said as he sat back, folding his arms contentedly across his chest.

Y/N leaned against him and thrust the blanket over him.

Shawn pulled her closer underneath the covers, pulling her into his lap and kissing his forehead gently.

“My baby,” he cooed. “Sweet girl.”

“Cuddles,” she said softly, her voice barely audible above the movie.

Shawn let out a breathy chuckle above her head as he pulled her closer and impossibly closer.

“Baby love. Princess. Cuddlebug.”

The pet names fell into her ears sweetly, and she almost purred.

“I’m always here with you, shooting star,” Shawn said as he snuggled farther into the blanket. “Because I love you.”

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[buck-nialled]

☀︎ PURELY PLATONIC MASTERLIST ☀︎

[a list of my platonic roomie posts in a *sorta* order]

1. how it happened

2. purely platonic pt. one

3. beverage of champions

4. purely platonic pt. 2

5. leftovers

6. purely platonic pt. 3

7. purely platonic pt. 4

8. to be so horny (sniffles)

9. purely platonic pt. 5

10. can’t handle the heat

11. spoiler alert

12. podcast pals

13. the first snowfall

14. matchmaker, matchmaker

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