darling i want all the strings attached

Word Count: 6.6K

Genre: Smut (just pure filth) and fluff of course. 

Okay but this is the dirtiest thing I have ever written, I NEVER go into this much details with smut but you guys asked for it soooo. 

Thank you to  @dylshoney for writing the first smut part of this. It help me so much with writing the rest of them! THANK YOU HUN!   ❤

And a HUGE shout out to @shawnvvmendes​ and @destynelseclipsa​ for editing this for me! you guys made this so much better with your feedback and fixing the little grammar and spelling mistakes. SO THANK YOU LADIES  ❤

And thank you @undertheniall for letting me use her gif!  ❤

The long white curtains were softly stirred as a soft summer breeze was carried into the dark bedroom. The hot sticky Toronto air didn’t provide much of a relief with the small gusts of wind it offered. Shawn’s air conditioning breaking down right in the middle of a heat wave was just simply bad luck.

The three big windows that covered the bedroom wall were opened all the way in hopes of letting some fresh air come into the room to keep the both of you cool but it definitely was not working. The air was still humid and sticky as ever.

Normally both of you would be groaning and moaning about the hot weather and how you couldn’t sleep and how uncomfortable it felt for your bed sheets to stick to your body from the heat, but at that moment you were too busy to care about the sweaty sheets sticking to your bare back.

“Honey.” Shawn’s breathless, leaning closer to press his lips to yours. You react almost immediately, dipping your head into him, losing yourself in the kiss like you always do. There’s something about the way he presses into you, submerging you into a feeling that you can only describe as pure bliss.

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i asked you guys your favourite tropes + clichés & these are the most popular ones i received and smashed into one: 

forced to share one bed + hate to love + SEXUAL TENSION!

word count: some 7k. could be way longer which is why i might write a part 2

warnings: Mindless Stupidity at its peak. pls leave your brains at home. unnecessary pop culture references

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The two overly jetlagged, underfed young adults whip their heads towards each other, eyes narrowed, teeth grit. Before she can even begin to open her mouth, Shawn’s hissing, “I said it first.”

“You so did not.”

“I so did. When you said ‘you’ I’d already reached ‘got’, and hence, we can conclude that I think that they’re kidding. At least, I thought it first.”

She huffs. A heavy frown settles behind her brows. She could fight with him, she knows she has it in her. However, her feet ache and her hair’s all knotty and she just wants to sink into a hotel mattress and forget that this headache of a person exists. She decides to let Shawn have this one. (Knowing full well, of course, that if they’re to spend a week together, there’s going to be a thousand more instances just like this. She can get him back then.) “I am not sharing a room with him. He’s big and he’s loud and he annoys the living hell out of me.”

She sees him shift in her periphery, roll a suitcase in front of him to lean his body weight on. “Yes, let’s talk about me like I’m not here.”

The look she throws his way could probably kill. She wishes it would. “I really wish you weren’t.”

“You know what, you—”

“They’re gonna love you no matter what you say, how you say it… at any time of the day. Nothing I say means anything close to what you say. You’re their world! I cannot possibly come close [to that].”

summary: Shawn is under more pressure than he’s ever known. He craves release and comfort, the simplicity of sex. He gets more than he bargained for.

warnings: language, NSFW, me writing Niall’s accent

WC: 6.7k

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“So… are we talking like, full on whips and chains and nipple clamps and shit?”

Shawn’s eyebrows are lost somewhere in his hairline, but at least it’s more life in his eyes than Niall’s seen in a while. Niall tries not to go pink at Shawn’s assumption, but he’s still not that good at talking about all this.

“No, no, mate. I mean, some of ‘em do that. I think, I mean, based on what you pay for it, they’ll do whatever you want.”

Both guys go quiet and squirm a little uncomfortably. They’re sitting in Shawn’s living room in his $3 million bachelor pad, furnished very tastefully and expensively, talking about hiring sex workers. It doesn’t look or feel great.

Niall sighs. “It’s not like Pretty Woman. These girls don’t even charge by the hour. They’re escorts, not hookers. They’re educated and articulate and the kind o’ woman you could have on your arm at any industry schmoozing event and no one would bat an eye. That’s the whole point.”

Shawn nods thoughtfully. He’s heard of agencies like this, obviously. He’s been around the industry long enough to know guys like him, and producers and managers and agents and other high-powered men, aren’t driving down Hollywood Boulevard looking for $200 an hour streetwalkers. But that doesn’t mean Shawn’s ever remotely considered utilizing a service like this.

“But… they’re dominatrixes?”

Niall tips his head back and forth, squinting as he looks for the words. “They’re dommes. ‘S a bit different. La Splendeur is the name o’ the agency. They hire women that boss you around a bit, in some form or an udder. I mean, have you ever tried that?”

Shawn flushes a little and scrolls through his relatively short sexual history. “… sort of? Like, she’s on top?”

Niall sighs and closes his eyes with a wise smile. He has much to learn.

“‘S just a suggestion. La Splendeur is the best of the best. Super discreet. Beautiful. Interesting girls. And it’s better stress relief than I’ve found anywhere else.”

“Including golf?” Shawn quips.

Niall barks a laugh. “Including golf. I’ll leave you the number and you can decide. I really like Karina, but it might be weird knowin’ we’ve both had our hands in that cookie jar. Up to you, mate. Totally up to you.”

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What a darling. Like, honestly, what a sweetheart. A tough boss? C’mon. Closer with his childhood friends than ever before? I’m dying. It’s not worth remembering the advice that doesn’t help? Please, say more.

haven’t written in a while and i’m really sorry about that but when i saw the vogue video i got this idea and decided to roll with it? @shawnsinmyblood ask and you shall receive my darling

1.1k+ words of fluff

Masterlist

“Are you walking on your own?” 

Your ears perked up from the other room.

“No, I’m not actually.” Shawn replied.

saw cez whisper something in his ear (100% sure alerting him of me) and he turned around and he fUCKING SMILED and honestly idk how i didn’t faint then and there and gOD he was so much more beautiful up CLOSE i almost cried and he had the audacity to go and say “hi honey, how are you?” my HEART was leaping out of my chest wsjwsjwj and it all happened so fast he took my phone and we took a selfie and i asked him if he could sign my phonecase and he was like “sure!” he was so CUTE but THEN (2/4)

as he was signing my phonecase, my nervous system goes and BETRAYS me and i suddenly have the urge to sneeze and i do this weird thing where i hold on to the person next to me when i do and it HAPPENS and the person next to me was SHAWN so i sneeze! quite LOUD! (thankfully i managed to turn my head the other way) only to look back and see my hand gripping his ARM! BRO i was MORTIFIED i didn’t even want to look at him wshjhdj i snatched my hand SO QUICK and i was like “omg, i’m so sorry” (¾)

and he only CHUCKLES and goes “it’s all good, bless you!” and i WHJSHJWHSEWHDG i had never wanted the ground to swallow me more than i did at that moment and then he adds “thank you honey. have a good night.” before smiling AGAIN and leaving and i– swear to god i’m not making this shit up AND let me tell ya sis, his arm was ROCK hard and i’m sure homeboy wasn’t even flexing so do with that what you must. AND HIS SWALLOW TATTOO WSJKS IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL ON HIS SKIN I WANTED TO TOUCH IT. (4/4)

EXCUSE ME BUT THIS IS THE DREAM.

The reader is a relative of some queen.

Shawn is Genuinely interested in the reader ( or oc if u want)

There would be multiple encounters between you.

The first few were understandable

Cause maybe u just have a bad memory or something

The reader is just playing with him and still says 'nice to meet you’ every encounter they have.

And you have TONS of mutual friends and yeah he gets mentioned sometimes in conversations

And by the 5th encounter u have with him he gets so stressed about it.

Cause he doesn’t understand why you’re doing this and what you’re doing exactly

So he asks ur mutual friends

'do you and y/n ever talk about me?’

'not really but it comes up in conversations sometimes’

He wonders if he really is hard to recognize

He asks you why you’re doing this

'i don’t understand your question, sorry?’

'bullshit. You know me. we’ve talked before, i made u laugh’

And on the inside the reader is laughing histerically

Cause the readet does know him

But she refuses to fall for his charm

So now she’s making him work for it.

Now shawn is just pissed

You get into an argument

Now Shawn is just so frustrated with you

You become enemies of a sort

During the next few encounters shawn would glare at you

And you would feel it burning the back of your head

He’d be even more pissed when you talk with other guys

Everyone says you’re sweet and that he’s actimg like a jerk

And that makes him 'hate’ you even more

'i mean look at her! That dress would’ve looked stunning had she not worn it’

Of course he doesn’t mean it

He thinks you look fucking hot.

But he’s too pissed over the fact you kept pretending like you don’t know him

And that you look like you’re having a good time

And he’s there going out of his mind cause of u.

Then he approaches you

Drags you away from the party

'Shawn what the fuck?!’

'oh so now you remember my name?’

You realize you’re screwed and make up an excuse

'yeah! All the girls I’m with keep talking about you earlier!’

'bullshit you’ve known me longer than that’

'How the fuck am I supposed to know you?’

I’m Shawn mendes! I’ve made a name for myself! We have the same group of friends! I’ve met you like five times!

'yeah and? I do better things with my time rather than knowing YOU’

'oh you think you’re so great! Cause u pretend like you don’t have a single clue about me but i bet my whole career that you’re as interested in me as I am to you.’

'then get ready to kiss your career good bye!’

'Just because you’re the queen’s niece doesn’t excuse you for being a bitch y/n!’

'I’ll act how I wanna act Mendes. I’ll act like a queen if I want to’

'yeah? then who made you a queen?’

You don’t realize that your faces are getting closer as you shout your hearts out

Then you break

You kiss shawn hard

He freezes for a second

Then kisses you back

It lasts for a couple of minutes.

You’re both panting at the end of it

'knew it.’ said shawn

He smirks at you.

a/n: 2.3k, a fluffy oneshot inspired by an ask i got earlier. hope this brightens up your thursday :)

A writer in the making? A dreamer with no set path? You pondered what you were really doing as your fingertips tapped the side of your laptop, tired eyes fixed on the flashing cursor that seemed to be taunting you.

It wasn’t easy trying to get noticed, let alone actually writing something in the chaotic environment that was your apartment.

With two roommates and a dog, it grew tough to take a few moments for yourself. Getting work done at home was out of the question during the winter, and that’s why you thanked your lucky stars and whatever gods may be looking down at you as the weather warmed up and your balcony became once again useable.

Lost in thought, your mind had grown used to filtering out city bustle, noisy neighbours, and those obnoxious, god-awful Canada geese. And that’s why when a new sound was thrown into the mix—a much more pleasant one, for that matter—you took notice.

The soft strumming of a guitar floated into earshot, the solemn chords carrying over to your balcony and getting lost somewhere in the great beyond. It caught you off guard but somehow filled you with a warm, fuzzy feeling, and you couldn’t quite describe it. So, you listened.

Story long-forgotten, your laptop faded to a dark screen as your eyes fell shut, the gentle plucking of an acoustic retracting any progress you had planned on making.

And as quickly as it started, you were left surrounded by silence. A door shut, a light flicked off, and the sounds of the city streets brought you back to reality.