BeatingHeart28

warnings: smut

requested: nope

Thanks to @milkmeharry for helping me write it!!

Now was possibly the worst time for you to be feeling this way, but you just couldn’t help it.

You’d been surrounded by friends for the past several hours after Shawn decided to throw a new year’s eve party for them all this year, and he had decided to wear those jeans. The ones that he’s fully aware you love and make you unable to focus on anything but him, and he’s got the top two buttons on his shirt popped open. And after you’d gotten a few drinks in your system, you were finding it harder and harder to restrain yourself in front of everyone.

You’re sitting at the bar in Shawn’s kitchen, and your friend Eve is making the two of you another gin and tonic. Your elbow rests on the counter and your chin on your fist while you watch him sitting in the living room. He and some of the guys are engrossed in the current game playing on the television, and every so often they erupt into loud cheers when someone makes a score.

Eve slides the gin and tonic over to you and you mutter a thank you as you instinctively reach for the glass. You haven’t taken your eyes off your boyfriend and that feeling in the pit of your stomach keeps getting tighter.

“You’re drooling,” Eve teases, and you glance at her. You take a sip of her drink, the liquid sliding down your throat with ease. Somehow you feel it going straight down to where you need Shawn at the moment.

“Sorry,” you mumble, turning yourself away from Shawn. Eve comes from behind the bar and slides into the seat right next to you.

“I would tell you to go over there, but I doubt you’d be able to tear his attention away from that ball game,”

You look over at Shawn again as he lets out a laugh at something someone else said. He’s doing that thing he always does where he holds his stomach and his eyes crinkle a bit. It kills you and you need to at least be near him right now. At least have him touching you.

“I can at least try,” you say before pushing yourself off the bar stool.

You make your way to the living room, stumbling over your feet bit from deciding to down a fourth glass of alcohol. It is a party after all, but you never intended to get drunk. Tipsy maybe, but it’s also not your fault that Eve knows how to make a mean drink.

You plop down beside him, one hand immediately finding its way to his slightly unruled hair while you rest your her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, taking a second to kiss you sweetly.

“Hi,” you mumble back against his lips. You take his hand in your own and start absentmindedly playing with his rings. His focus is on the game again, having decided he could only spare a moment of his attention for you.

He does start to lightly scratch his fingertips up and down your back, and you smile knowing he does stuff like this sometimes. Whenever he’s talking to someone or something else has captured his attention, he’ll do something to let you know that he knows you’re still there with him.

You shift yourself, nuzzling deeper into the crook of his neck and your head swirls as you breathe him in. He smells heavenly–despite the alcohol on his breath–and you swear that the room full of people is the only thing stopping you from mounting him right here and now. A few giggles escape past your lips as you plants several kisses to the side of his neck. You nip gently at the skin, taking the liberty of creating a few hickeys.

Shawn hisses softly, his body leaning into your touch. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you say playfully as you licks over the forming bruise. Your hand drops down to his leg, your fingers drawing random shapes on the fabric of his jeans before you slowly start to drag your hand up his thigh. It’s innocent at first. You only want to get a reaction out of him. Get him to spare a little more time for you. But as you move closer and closer to the line of his underwear you start to realize how badly you really want him.

He snakes an arm around your legs, bringing them across his lap. His grip on your waist tightens as he brings his lips down to your ear.

“Not now,” he whispers, grabbing your wrist and planting a kiss on your temple. You sigh but continues to cling onto him as the ball game draws to an end. You have to admit you’re a little surprised he’s not giving into you after the drinks he’s had, but you like a challenge.

“I need you,” you whine, hiccuping a little. You giggle and attach your lips to his neck once more. His grip on your wrist has loosened so you wiggle it free and slide your hand down to reach for his belt.

You hear him groan. “You wanna take me right here, right now?” He asks under his breath so your friends can’t hear. “In front of everyone?”

He’s smirking at you a bit now, and you roll your eyes, playfully pushing his arm. “Let’s take this to your room.”

Shawn shakes his head. “Can’t,” he says, “Game’s almost over and we’re gonna watch the countdown.”

Another round of cheering breaks out behind them and someone announces that it’s the end of the game. Shawn raises his beer bottle to join the celebration with the rest of their friends and you nearly fall off of him when he decides to stand.

You huff, folding your arms across your body. You’re about to stalk off when he winds one of his fingers through one of your belt loops and pulls you back into him. His chest is flush against your back and you can tell that you’ve gotten him a little hard when you feel something poking her butt.

“Just a bit longer baby, I promise,” he slurs against the spot underneath your jaw that gets your knees to buckle. “Then I’m all yours.”

“Can’t wait,” you murmur. “Need you now.”

You’re starting to get desperate. The wetness in your pants is growing the longer he’s got his hands on you, and you wishes everyone would leave so he could take you however he’d like. When you’re like this, all you really need is for Shawn to take care of you. You need him on her or inside her–you don’t care. You simply need him.

His hands drop from your hips and he leaves to get another drink. When he returns from the kitchen again he pulls you down beside him on the couch. You swing one leg over both of his to straddle him, and when he starts to laugh at you, you kiss him deeply.

He moans into your mouth and thankfully the tv is playing loud enough that only you hear it. His hand travels down to your ass to give it a squeeze as he tugs gently at your bottom lip. You jump, your face flushing while you hope nobody is seeing what’s going on between you.

“You two need to get a room,” Eve scorns from where she sits on the arm of the couch, throwing a few pieces of popcorn at them.

You throw them back at her before Shawn ushers you up. He pinches the sides of your waist as he leads you back to his bedroom, trying his best not to draw any attention to the two of you while you swat his hands away.

“You’re not going to stay to watch the ball drop? There’s only minutes left,” someone asks when Shawn stumbles over you just as you’re about to make it to his room.

“We’ll be right back. We uh…we left something in my room. So we’re going to go….get it….” Shawn lies, licking his lips before giving them an unconvincing smile.  

You tug on his arm, pulling him away from everyone else and into his bedroom and he almost trips over you again. As soon as the door is shut you’re all over him like before. Your hands glide underneath his shirt, your fingertips dancing over his torso while you work to peel his shirt off of him.

You move over to the bed, falling down onto his lap. Your top comes off next and Shawn immediately falls against your chest. Your fingers lock themselves in his curls while you grind against his hips and he fumbles with your bra.

“Can’t get this damn thing off,” he mutters and you help him get it off, throwing it to an opposite corner of the room. His hands settle back down on your hips, guiding you as you roll against him.

You hear people begin to countdown outside, but you can hardly register any of it now.

10…

9…

8…

“Wanna taste you,” he says, and you gasp when he flips the two of you over. You lift your hips, helping him relieve you of your jeans and he moans when he gets a good look at you in your underwear.

You bite your lip, shivering as his fingers trail up your thighs–just barely ghosting over the sensitive skin. He rubs circles on them, spreading them apart to rest his head between them and where you’re aching for him. You whimper as he hooks onto your underwear, pulling them down agonizingly slow.

“Look at you, love,” Shawn taunts, licking your lips and purposefully avoiding where you need him the most. “You’re dripping for me. You properly soaked through your panties.”

“Shawn,” you whine as he continues his torment.

“So pretty,” he says, his eyes flickering up to yours for a moment. You hold back another whimper at the sight of him. The way he looks with his face buried between your thighs is your favorite image. It almost makes you want to cum on the spot.

7…

6…

5…

His hot breath breath fans over your center before he gives it a lick, his tongue swirling over your clit.

You gasp, a moan following soon after. Your hips buck up to his face and his hand splays across your stomach, pushing you back down to the bed. You grind against his face, your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

“Tell me how good it feels,” he groans, sending vibrations through your entire body.

Her eyes flutter shut as she sinks her head further into the pillow. “It…it…”

He slides a finger inside you, causing your back to arch off the bed. The corner of his lips quirk as he pumps in and out of you, waiting for your response. The way he’s hitting the spot inside you that makes you unravel and the way he’s got his mouth wrapped around your bundle of nerves is sinful, and you’re mere seconds away from coming undone.

“Taste amazing, angel. That’s it,” he encourages as you throw your legs around his shoulders. You’re writhing beneath him, shuddering every time he sinks into you.

“Please,” you beg, “I’m gonna cum.”

4…

3…

2…

He picks up his pace, and you clench. You’re close to the edge, your orgasm threatening to make you spill all over him.

“Cum for me then,” he groans, and that’s all you need to fall apart  

He holds your legs apart when you try to close them as your orgasm washes over you. You’re trembling helplessly as you coat his chin in your cum. He smirks at you, licking every bit of it up before crawling up your body to your face.

He leans down to kiss you and you taste yourself all over him. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip when he pulls away from you. He wipes the corner of his chin with his thumb, slipping it between your teeth.

One last cheer and applause can be heard from the rest of the house as the countdown ends and everyone shouts ‘happy new year!’

Shawn lies down beside you, rolling over so some of his weight rests on you. He presses a kiss to your nose, letting a few giggles slip out.

“Happy new year, baby,” he whispers.

Warning: Fluffy smut?

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Your eyes flutter open and you yawn loudly. You look over to the window and even with the curtain shut, you can see gray morning light filtering around it. You know it’s early and when you extend your arm to look at the time on your phone, it confirm it’s only 7 am. A long shiver run down your spine and you snuggle closer to Shawn who’s holding you firmly by the waist, his long fingers sleepily tracing circles on the skin under your sleep t-shirt. You yawn again and close your eyes, hoping to fall back asleep for another hour at least.

Shawn moves, tightening his grip on you before you feel his soft lips kissing you on your shoulder. He places another on the crook of your neck and you shudder. You open your eyes again and turn your head to look at Shawn, his eyes are open and he’s looking at you, a small smile on his lips. He looks so beautiful in the morning, he always looks beautiful, but in the morning when his eyes are still sleepy, his hair a mess of curls on the top of his head, when he’s just waking up, that’s when he’s the most gorgeous for you because this is a side of him you get to keep to yourself, something he doesn’t share with the rest of the world. You’re not jealous, you knew who he was way before you met him and when you started this relationship you also knew he would never be yours a 100%, you would always have to share him with the rest of the world but this, this was only yours and you loved it.

He dips his head and place a sweet and chaste kiss on your lips and you smile back at him. His hand moves up from your hip to your side. His fingers traces your ribs, one by one until his hand reached your boobs. He takes one in his large palm but does nothing, he’s just holding it. You feel warmth spreading over your body, Shawn’s hands always feels so good on you, even when he’s doing nothing. He moves his hand again and his thumb caress your nipples and a small whimper escape your lips. Shawn rolls his hips at the same time and you can feel his hard cock rub against your thigh. He kisses you again but this time you open your mouth, caressing his tongue with yours. It’s lazy and slow. Shawn breaks the kiss and roll on top of you, keeping most of his weight on his forearms to make sure he doesn’t crush you. Your hands are on his back immediately, you love feeling his back muscles under your fingers. You rake your nails gently on his skin and you feel him shiver under your touch. Your thigh are between his legs and he moan a little when you move your leg at the same time he rolls his hips again. He kisses your jaw and your neck. His damp lips leaving trails of warm saliva against your skin.

Shawn sucks a mark high on your neck and you know you will have fun covering that later but right now you couldn’t care less. Shawn moves his hands down and take the hem of your t-shirt between his fingers, you move your arms and let him remove it. He throws it on the floor, your eyes following the movement and when you look up again you can see him licking at his lips and looking at your body up and down. You squirm under him, you cheeks flushing red. Part of you loves feeling Shawn’s eyes on you but another part can’t stop thinking about your littles flaws making you self conscious. You turn your head to hide your face in your pillow but Shawn stop the movement with two fingers under your chin. He dip his head and whisper against your ear, “fuck, you’re gorgeous babe.”

You bring your hand up to the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. His words are not magic, you still feel self conscious but hearing them still helps you feeling better about yourself. You remind yourself he chose to be with you despite all your little flaws when he could literally have anybody else in the world. You smile against the kiss, you love him so much.

Your eyes shot open when you feel his fingers playing with the elastic band of your panties.

“Shawn, we can’t.”

“Why?” he pouts and this shouldn’t be so endearing.

“Your parents are sleeping in the guest bedroom right next to ours.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to stay quiet,” he replies before bending his head down and licking at your right nipple. You bite your lips and pull gently on his curls, he looks up at you, a little smirk on his lips and you roll your eyes. You let go of his hair and he goes back at sucking your nipple, he moves to the left one, sucking on it loudly before licking it with the broad of his tongue. You sigh when he replaces his tongue with his thumbs. He presses kisses between your breast and down your stomach and your back arches from the bed. You feel yourself getting wet and you know Shawn can feel it through your panties when he pushes your legs open and kisses your pussy over the thin material. You moan softly but you have to bite your lips when he rubs your clit over the panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and I barely touched you.”

You say nothing but push your hips up against his fingers to get more friction. Finally he hooks a finger on the elastic and push your panties to the side, his warm breath hitting you pussy, making you squirm. He licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your aching clit and you bite the palm of your hand to keep quiet. He does it again a few times, lazily licking you before he wraps his plush lips around your clit  and gives it a harsh suck. He sucks for a few seconds before circling it with the tip of his tongue. Your hips are trashing against the bed and you already feel a familiar warmth spreading in your stomach.

“Shawn please.”

“What do you need babe?” he asks and you can feel his mouth moves against your pussy as he speak.

“More. Need you to fuck me, please,” you plead.

Shawn place one last kiss against your clit before he sits down on his heels and lift your legs up and remove your panties, throwing them somewhere in the floor. He places a kiss on each of your ankles before putting your legs down on the bed. He lift up on his knees to remove his boxer, his cock spring free and your legs open wider, making Shawn chuckle. He pushes two fingers between your folds and tease your entrance. Your back arches of the bed when he pushes them inside of you, slowly, pumping them in and out lazily a few times.

“So fucking wet, I think you’re ready for me.”

Shawn removes his fingers and wraps his hand around his cock, he positions himself between your legs and rub his cock on your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You whimper when the head of his cock push against your sensitive clit.

“Shawn, now please.”

You can feel every inch and every veins as he push his cock inside of you. He waits until you clench around him and he pulls back almost completely before pushing it forward again just as slowly. You lift one of your leg up and put it around his waist, your hands are clawing at his back and he rock back and forth between your legs. It’s slow and perfect but you need more.

“Harder Shawn, harder,” you cry out.

He moves to his knees, not removing his cock from you and lift both of your legs over his shoulders. He pulls back gently before slamming back causing you to let out a scream. His hands are holding onto your thighs and he’s pounding relentlessly into you. When one of his hand trails down your thigh and moves between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, you have to take a pillow to scream into it. You can feel your orgasm pooling inside your belly and you won’t last for long.

Shawn takes the pillow and put it back on the bed.

“I want to see your face, babe.”

Your eyes are rolling in the back of your head and your hips are trying to meet every thrusts, you’re holding on the pillow under your head. Every thrusts wrench a moan out of you and you try to keep your voice as down as possible.

“Babe, Shawn fu-uck, I’m coming,” you say, your breath short as you come on Shawn’s cock, your walls pulsating around it. He slows down his hips but stays inside of you a little bit longer. You try to catch your breath and you whimper at the loss when you feel his cock slip out of you. He takes it between his fingers and stroke it fastly and it’s not long before he’s coming all over your belly and he lets himself falls half on you. He kisses you slowly and close his eyes.

“Good morning, babe.”

“Good morning. I think we need to shower.”

You look down at yourself and let out a little laugh, you definitely need a shower. You wait a few minutes until you move from the bed to the en suite bathroom.

The spray of hot water feels great, and Shawn’s hands on your scalp massaging it gently feels even better. He kiss the back of your neck.

“We don’t have time for a round two,” you warn him and he laughs against your skin.

“And I swear, if your parents heard us, I’m fleeing the country and you’ll never see me again.”

“Don’t be so dramatic babe.”

*

a/n: Yeah, well….I couldn’t help myself. 

warnings: a Grammy tease

Imagine racing toward your hotel room, Shawn’s hand in yours. You’re practically pulling him to the door, struggling to get the keycard to work. When you finally do, you both tumble inside, tripping over each other’s feet. He’s giggling, you’re gasping, seeing how happy he is, the flush in his cheeks still fresh from the adrenaline of the morning. You only have a couple of hours before he has to perform again but all the excitement brought you back here. Wanting him. Needing him. Begging him. You’re getting impatient so you catch him off guard, pushing him up against the door, his arms outstretched, hoping to touch you. But you don’t let him. You pin his arms to his sides.

“No, no, no,” you whisper, sinking down to your knees and unbuttoning his jeans, “this is about you.”

You hear a thump against the door as his head leans against it, closing his eyes, ready to take in the sensations you’re about to give him. Shifting his pants and boxer briefs down his legs just enough to free him and reveal his muscular thighs. You run your nose along the underside of his length.

Feeling skin against skin, he hisses and looks down, your bright and ravenous eyes locking with his. You grasp him at the base, stilling him in your hand before flattening your tongue against his tip. His fingers immediately weave into your hair, massaging your scalp that was tingling with anticipation. You leaned down below where he wanted you, placing a kiss on his inner thigh and leaving a berry pink lip print for him to see later.

“Baby,” he moans, “come up here, I want to kiss you.” Fuck, he’s so cute. Your heart swells, knowing that while today didn’t change how talented he is, or how much he loves making music, or what his music means to his army of fans, it checked a big golden box for him and you knew how much he loved that shit and he wanted to share that joy and passion with you. But you’re goal-oriented too, and nothing was going to stop you from giving him everything you could, everything he didn’t even know he needed.

A/N: The final installment of All For Me. 5k worth of filth. 

Summary: Someone has to put Shawn in his place. Obviously, it’s going to be you. 

Warning: Sub!Shawn, Dom!Reader, use of restraints, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial, overstimulation. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist 

Shawn’s not the type to beg. He typically never has to ask twice. On the contrary, he usually gets what he wants. Until you came along, that is, and now he has no shame in begging. Needs you to quell that thirst and desire he has for every inch of you.

It’s far from sweet, the smile that graces your lips. One hand fists into his hair while you hover your wet heat inches above his waiting mouth. It’s the ultimate torture for Shawn, being so close to something he wants nothing more than to sink his tongue into.  

“Dammit, baby, please.” He chokes out. “Please. Jus’ wanna taste you.”

Summary: Looks like someone needs a hand waking up.  

Warnings: subby!shawn, some praise kink, dirty talk, light edging, choking   

It’s legit been a while since I’ve posted. Feedback always appreciated. 

Shawn’s right where you left him this morning when you snuck out to grab breakfast with the girls. If you could have it your way you’d still be in bed tangled under the covers with him, but best friends with birthdays take precedence. It’s still early, the calm resonating throughout the condo while the sun sneaks across the hardwood.

There’s no real agenda for the day, and you plan to take advantage of that with him anyway you can. As long as you’re spending it with him, that’s all that really matters. His faint snores fill the air and you shuffle around the room, feeling overdressed for such a lethargic morning. He mutters something in his sleep, flinging his forearm across his face and you can’t help but giggle at this beautiful man deep in slumber. Moments like this you appreciate.

a/n: Fun fact, I posted my first smut oneshot exactly five months ago. There are a couple references to Candid here that you might pick up if you’re a discerning reader. Anyways, here’s a little something that I woke up at 4 AM to write, assaulted by Shawn’s wholesome IG story. I made it decidedly less wholesome. Thanks to @fallininyou for letting me use her gif! 

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warnings: 1.4k of a bathroom blowjob

Sitting in a crowded French cafe, you heard him giggle on the other side of the table and looked up to see him filming you.

“Shawn, stop!”

He turned the phone camera back to face himself and sipped his Americano, eyebrows raising as if to say, yeah that’s my hot girlfriend I’m such a lucky bastard. It was your turn to giggle. The truth was you weren’t sure how you had gotten so lucky. This sweet and pure, but sexy as fuck man was yours and he loved you so much he practically screamed it from the rooftops everywhere you went. You looked at him again, still fiddling with his phone, trying to post the video he’s taken to Instagram.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hmmmm?” he mumbled, not looking. A mischievous glint touched your eyes as you reached out with your foot under the table and slowly slid it up and down his firm calf muscle. You heard an audible intake of breath, his head shooting up from his phone at the suggestion happening beneath the tablecloth.

“W-what are you doing?” His hands clasped, white knuckled, unsure of where this was going. Your lips turned up at one corner, a smirk that he was familiar with coloring your features. It was your spontaneous smirk, the one that usually brought him either trouble or pleasure. Today, it was a healthy mix of the two.

You stood suddenly and he followed suit, reaching into his pocket and pulling out more than enough to pay the outstanding check and dropping it on the table. Grabbing his hand, you dragged him toward the little restaurant’s single bathroom. Heat rushed to your face, adrenaline singing in your blood, but no one was paying attention to either of you. This was France, people had better things to do than worry about two horny young people.

Pushing through the door to the single-occupancy room, you pulled him in after you and turned the lock. You turned to look at him, he was flushed, a deep pink color blooming in streaks on his cheeks, descending down into the collar of his expensive hoodie. He was as delicious as he was wholesome. His eyes reflected the oversaturated fluorescent light above you—not exactly mood lighting—but, at that point, you didn’t care. You just wanted him.

Your bodies collided. A low growl sounded in his throat when you pushed him up against the door and you hoped the force of it didn’t echo in the dining room of the restaurant. He looked at you with hooded eyes, his mouth hanging open just enough to see his tongue waiting to meet yours. But you weren’t ready for that yet.

You ran your nose along his jaw, savoring his morning musky scent, like aftershave and leftover sweat from his earlier workout. He tilted his chin up, inviting you into the crook of his neck. Your fingers tangled into his soft brown curls and held him there, his throat exposed to you, welcoming your little nips. You ran your tongue across the pale skin there, pausing to trace the outline of his Adam’s apple, finishing at his chin with an extra flick in the divot there. His eyes fluttered shut on a long exhale to manage his heavy breathing.

“Tell me what you want, Shawn.” You cupped his jaw and tilted it downward, “look at me.” He opened his eyes and looked at you, lust overtaking the color, the green and gold flecks swallowed by deep brown. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and your impatience got the best of you. Your lips crashed against his in a searing kiss. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, the seam of his mouth welcoming you inside. He moaned, his breath tickling your skin, making you smile against his lips. He sank his teeth into your flesh and tugged a little, pulling a hiss from you. Releasing you, he pressed his forehead to yours and collected himself. You could feel the insistence through his loose gym shorts, brushing up against your hip.

“I want your lips around me.” Your breath left you in a rush as his blush deepened. He was so fucking cute when he knew what he wanted. You sank to your knees in front of him, running your hands down his sides, gripping the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, waiting impatiently at attention for you. You licked your lips and brushed them along the soft skin of his thighs. His hands closed into fists against the door, betraying the war for control he tried to hide from you. Smiling up at him, you exhaled a hot stream of air along his length and watched it twitch.

“Jesus, I need you,” he groaned, his desire clear as the bead of precum gathering at his tip. You collected it on your finger and brought it to your mouth, whimpering at the taste of him. He grazed your lip with the pad of his rough thumb, his eyes glazing over as he looked at you, through you, craving your warmth. Indulging him finally, you sucked his pink tip into your mouth. Your tongue explored his rigid flesh, wrapping around the head and grazing your teeth lightly down his length. You heard a thump against the door as his head fell back, relishing the effect you had on him. His fingers almost immediately threaded in your hair, putting pressure on your scalp to guide himself into you. When he touched the back of your throat, you both moaned, his fingers bunching together, a low rumble bubbling in his abdomen as he yanked harder on your hair than usual. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked deep on his cock in retaliation and he roared.

His hips jerked, starting up a rhythm, fucking your mouth. You bobbed against him, taking him deep each time. Your tongue swirled, the filthy sounds of wet suction filling the small space. The muscles in his thighs started to contract, his knees struggling to keep him upright against the force of his own pleasure. If it weren’t for the door propping him up, you’d both be on the floor.

“Babe, I’m gonna…” You released him, popping him out of your mouth and into your hand, gripping him at the base to keep him teetering on the edge.

“You’re gonna what, Shawn?” His eyes burned into yours as you stroked him, long and lazy, sustaining his pleasure but not giving him any relief. It was cruel, but you loved the look on his face, the look that begged for your mouth, begged for release. His forehead creased and his eyebrows drew together in frustration.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” he spat between rough, audible inhales, “and I want to do it in your mouth.” Your whole body quaked, the wetness building in your panties rushing, flooding as your walls clenched, crying to be stretched. You grasped his hips and took his cock back in your mouth, greedily devouring every inch of him, knowing he was so close. He fucked your mouth with abandon, losing his rhythm and spasming wildly under your fingers. With one last long pull, you hollowed your cheeks around him and sucked hard. His muscles stilled suddenly. His massive hands cradled your head as he called your name, pouring ribbons of hot come into your mouth. You moaned and swallowed everything he gave you, your throat contracting around him, prolonging his orgasm. He rode his wave until he was spent, slowly pulling himself from you when he’d finished, a whine escaping him when he lost the warmth of your mouth.

“Did you like that?” you asked, already knowing the answer but wanting, needing to hear it from him, living for his praise. He cupped your face and guided you up off the floor, capturing your lips with his. You knew he could taste himself and that only sent another wave of pleasure through you, pooling in your soaking wet heat. You needed to get him back to the hotel. This bathroom would not do for the kind of things you yearned for.

“Baby, this was the best breakfast ever. I loved it.” He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling up his shorts and unlocking the bathroom door. You gave him a devilish look and licked your lips, not missing his eyes focused on your mouth again.

content that’s worth following me for, enjoy the ride

Summary: He’s needy and sometimes, close isn’t close enough. 

AN: This is the first full thing I’ve written in a while and I don’t really know how I feel about it. Based on a cockwarming request so there’s that. 

It’s just past midnight when you wake up, back pressed firmly against Shawn’s chest with his arm secured around your waist. Somewhere along the last viewing of Scream you both fell asleep, the “Are you still watching?” screen mocking from the TV in front of you. The only other light falls from the string lights along the window, pumpkins casting their orange glow throughout the living room. It was Shawn’s idea, along with the other decorations throughout the condo.

One Shots 

Wet   4.5k (Smut)

Beg   5.5K (Smut)

Intense Part 1   4.3K (Smut)

Rough day    3.4k (Smut)

Pleasure  3.2k  (Smut)

Hammock   1.8k  (Smut)

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Classics:

Thriller - Michael Jackson

Ghostbusters - Ray Parker Jr.

Monster Mash - Bobby “Boris” Pickett and the Crypt Kickers

The Addams Family Theme - Vic Mizzy 

The Witch Doctor - Cartoons

Grim Grinning Ghosts - Various 

Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Andrew Gold

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Instrumental/Themes:

Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor - Johann Sebastian Bach

The Munsters Theme - Jack Marshall

Psycho Theme - Bernard Herrmann

It Was Always You Helen (Candyman Theme) - Philip Glass

Halloween Theme - John Carpenter

Friday the 13th Theme - Harry Manfredini 

Tubular Bells - Mike Oldfield

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Theme - Nerf Herder

Angel Theme - Darling Violetta 

X Files Theme - Mark Snow

Twilight Zone Theme - Bernard Herrmann

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Creepy/Halloween Appropriate Non-Halloween Songs 

Psycho Killer - Talking Heads 

Ghost - Halsey 

The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Zombie - The Cranberries 

Witchy Woman - The Eagles

Spooky - Classics IV

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Little Ghost - The White Stripes

Clap For The Wolfman - The Guess Who

Vampire Money - My Chemical Romance

Monster - Imagine Dragons

Demons - Imagine Dragons

Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Vampires Will Never Hurt You - My Chemical Romance

Perhaps Vampires Is a Bit Strong, But… - Arctic Monkeys

Super Freak - Rick James

Mr Crowley - Ozzy Osbourne 

The Monster - Eminem ft. Rihanna

Haunted - Evanescence 

1980s Horror Film - Wallows

Dead! - My Chemical Romance

Cemetery Drive - My Chemical Romance

Ghost - Fefe Dobson

Walking With a Ghost - Tegan and Sara 

Blood - My Chemical Romance

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Films/Episodes With Multiple Halloween Songs

Rocky Horror Picture Show

Corpse Bride

Once More With Feeling (Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode)