#sswf

A/N: This is for @sinfulshawn Spooktober Writing Fest. Thank you for doing this, I really love the whole idea! we should totally do something like this for all kinds of things like Christmas and Valentine and all of that. 

Prompts I used:

48: “She’s human! She’s our responsibility! What don’t you get about that?”

25: “I’m sorry… you want to what!?”

Words: 2382

Pairing: Shawn/reader

Warning: werewolves? Is that a warning anyone needs?

It was eerily quiet in the house, which usually never happened. Having a huge house full of an entire werewolf pack was never quiet, not even at 3 in the morning. Someone was always on their feet, no matter when. But when the Alpha has everyone- except for you- gathered in the living room for a crisis meeting, things suddenly got very quiet. Because everyone knew that crisis meeting meant angry Alpha. And for once you hated that you didn't have their heightened hearing abilities.

"She's human! She's our responsibility! What don't you get about that?"

You flinched when his loud voice echoed through the house. Everything had gone downhill just a while ago when you had been out with part of the pack and you had bumped into another pack. Things had escalated quickly and when they had noticed that you weren't one of them they had immediately targeted you. That was how Shawn had- luckily- found you just moments later, stepping in and saving you from possibly being shred to pieces. Or kidnapped. Who knows.

He had told you to go wait in his room as soon as all of you had gotten home, not even giving you the opportunity to speak up and try to tell him that you wanted to be a part of the meeting before he had turned his back to you. Running a hand through your hair, you sunk down on the neatly made bed just to jump up seconds later when the door burst open and Shawn stepped through. "Why didn't you let me-"

"I want you to sleep in here from now on," he interrupted you without even looking into your direction, instead stepping over to his dresser and pulling a drawer open.

"I'm sorry… you want to what!?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing and heartbeat picking up in anger.

"Yeah. They caught your scent, they know you're human. They know you're our weakness. I can't let you sleep alone," he muttered and threw a hoodie at you that hit you straight in the face before it dropped to the floor. Your jaw tensed. You knew exactly that his eye-hand coordination skills were beyond good and that he had totally done that on purpose.

"Um, excuse me? Do I get any say in this?"

"No! You're just as much a part of this pack and I'm your Alpha, got it? If I say you sleep here, you will sleep here. End of discussion," he growled, his eyes briefly flashing red. Your heart skipped a beat every time he did that, even if it wasn't directed at you. "Put that hoodie on," he said and clenched his hands into fists when you crossed your arms in front of your chest and gave him a challenging look. "Hoodie. Now," he snapped, his eyes red again.

You made a show out of pushing it away with your foot, keeping your eyes on him the entire time. "I am not letting you take your anger out on me like that. I'm not your punching bag."

You could see his fangs digging into his bottom lip before he squeezed his eyes shut and brought his hands up, pushing them through his hair and taking a deep breath before he looked at you again, his eyes back to the warm hazel color. "Would you please just put the hoodie on? I'm trying to protect you here."

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"I can hear your heart racing," he sighed.

You rolled your eyes and kept staring up at the ceiling, your hands resting on your stomach and your fingers tapping an irregular rhythm that you knew would drive him insane sooner or later. "Good. I hope it fucking keeps you awake."

You heard him move where he had spread out a couple of blankets as a makeshift bed on the floor, another heavy sigh following seconds later. He had pointedly ignored all the jokes you had made while he had tried to build a more or less comfortable bed, only having rolled his eyes when you had kept giggling and telling him how much easier it would be if he just shifted and spent the night like a dog in his dog bed. "And why exactly are you mad at me?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Wow. I can't believe you," you muttered and sat up when he quietly said your name. "You're treating me like a child, are you aware of that? I'm an adult, Shawn. I can defend myself. I don't need the big bad wolf watching over me while I'm sleeping."

He absolutely hated it when you called him that. He had gotten used to it when you said it in a teasing and joking way, but the way you said it now- mocking and basically dripping with sarcasm- made his blood boil. He usually wouldn't hesitate to put every other member of the pack in their place and have them walk away with their tail between their legs. But he knew he didn't have that kind of effect on you.

The bit of light that came in through the window only illuminated the outline of his body as he got up. And in a flash you found yourself flat on your back with your arms pinned to the bed, his knees on either side of your hips and trapping you between his strong legs. "Go ahead. Defend yourself. Fight your way free. If you manage to throw me off I'll let you sleep in your own room and never question you ever again," he said, giving you a grin that clearly showed that he knew you could never win.

Anger pumped through your veins as you squirmed beneath him, concentrated and determined to get free and prove him wrong. But it only took a couple of minutes until your muscles got tired and you slumped back into the bed with a defeated sigh. "Get off," you grumbled and didn't look at him as he smirked and moved to sit down on the empty space beside you.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet but couldn't hold back the chuckle as he watched how you turned so your back was towards him. "Honey," he grinned and reached out, gentle fingertips slowly combing through your hair and hoping that it would calm your racing heart a bit. "I'm just trying to protect you. I'm not doing this to punish you," he sighed and caressed the back of your head, but you shifted away. "I can't risk that you're getting hurt just because you're not as strong as we are."

"Yeah, if there was just a way to make me stronger," you snapped before you turned your head around to look at him, "this would be a lot easier if you just turned me, you know? You wouldn't have to force me to wear your clothes so I smell like you and make me sleep here."

A small and almost sad smile spread over his lips, his head slowly shaking. "I can't," he said quietly and lowered his head to avoid your eyes.

You sat up and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "What do you mean you can't? I know you can, I've seen you turn others."

His fingers tugged on the bed sheets, not looking at you when you reached over to turn the little bedside lamp on. "Yeah, but turning you would be a much bigger deal."

"What are you talking about?" you asked and gently pulled his hands away before he would rip the sheets.

He swallowed heavily and finally looked at you, the simple touch of your fingers on the back of his hand making him want to dig his fangs into your neck and claim you as his own. "Your brother?"

Your hand pulled back like you had been burned, his heart dropping. Your brother. The former Alpha of the pack who had been rejected by his mate and in return had slowly lost all of his powers, eventually dying in a car accident of which no one was really sure if it had actually been an accident. You quickly blinked back the tears that burned in your eyes, the topic of him still heavy on your heart. "I'm still not following."

"Everything is heightened and more intense when you turn, you know? I would end up in the same situation like your brother when you reject me after turning," he got up and walked over to the window, arms crossed in front of his chest and shoulders tense.

"Are you- are you talking about mates?" you stuttered, your heart skipping a beat as you stared at his back.

His hands raised to run through his hair, tugging on the roots before he helplessly dropped his hands again and turned to look at you. "Of course I am! I know it sounds selfish, but I would put my own life at risk by turning you."

You shoved the covers away and climbed off the bed, slowly approaching him. "You never told me that I'm your mate," you mumbled and fiddled with the hem of his hoodie you were still wearing. "Why didn't you?" you asked as he stayed quiet.

He couldn't stop the little smile that spread over his lips. He could barely make out your scent anymore and as much as he loved the fact that you smelled like him it also didn't make it any easier for him to not just grab you and kiss you until you would be gasping for breath. "Because it took me such a long time to figure out why I'm so protective of you and why I always want to be close to you. When I finally found out that you're my mate I was so close to telling you, but then your brother died. And I couldn't tell you while you were grieving."

"You could've told me after I recovered."

"See, that's what I thought, too. But do you remember what you did?" he asked, receiving a hesitant shake of your head. "You basically clung to me for weeks after his death. I felt like I was your anchor during that time and I thought that Hey, maybe I'm your mate, too. Maybe things would just fall into place once you're better. But then you suddenly pushed me away. And then you came back from a bar- I hadn't even known that you went to a bar that night- and you're dragging this douchebag along. So I'm sorry, but it wasn't very encouraging to tell you about my feelings after you hooked up with a stranger."

With a smile playing on your lips you stepped closer and reached up, playfully nudging the tip of his nose with your pointer finger. "Did you ever check if this thing is broken?" Your grin turned into a laugh when he furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, come on. Are you kidding me right now? You're trying to tell me that you can smell if I'm pissed off about something from like five miles away but then can't smell that I'm attracted to you when I'm right in front of you?"

He had noticed. How your scent got all sweet and settled deep within his chest when he was close to you. "You know, it's not like there's a guidebook on the definitions of different smells. I just thought you feel comfortable around me," he shrugged.

"Mhm. So what about lust? Like that one time when you-"

"No, you promised we would never talk about that ever again," he shook his head, his hands instinctively resting on your hips as you took the last step towards him, your body almost touching his.

One of your hands placed on his chest, fingers slowly dancing over his muscles hidden beneath his T-shirt. "Then what about right now? How do I smell right now?" you whispered and tilted your head up, exposing your neck for him. He could hear your heart racing, could feel the way your fingers trembled in anticipation.

"You smell like a warm spring morning," he murmured and tightened his grip on your hips as he leaned down. You let your eyes fall closed and bit your bottom lip as his lips touched your neck in tender pecks. "You know?" he whispered, one of his hands moving to your lower back like he wanted to stop you from moving away while pulling you closer until you were pressed up against him. "The kind when you left the window open all night long and wake up to fresh air and the smell of all kinds of flowers blossoming," he explained and placed a kiss on your jaw before you felt his lips brushing yours in the faintest touch. Your breath hitched in your throat and your hands moved up to rest on his shoulders. "The kind when you stay in bed longer than you should because the sun is warming up your skin and the atmosphere is too peaceful to interrupt it by getting up," he mumbled, his lips brushing yours every now and then. Blindly reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down into a kiss.

If there was one thing you had never expected, it was this kiss. The way he kissed you so tenderly and with so much care, his arms completely wrapping around you and holding you in a way that made you feel protected and safe and loved. It was such a big contrast to the huge wolf he shifted into, all black and sharp teeth and the most intimidating growl you had ever heard.

He placed two more pecks on your lips before he pulled back just an inch. "So-" he whispered, his eyes still halfway closed and a smile playing on his lips. His forehead rested against yours, your hands moving to brush through his ruffled hair before you placed them on the back of his neck. "Do you mind sharing the bed? The floor isn't that comfortable."

You grinned as he playfully bumped his nose against yours. "Only if you can keep your hands to yourself."

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A/N: I’ve had a hard time writing lately, but @sinfulshawn‘s Spooktober really helped me get back to it so here I am. I feel like this kind of sucks so I might come back and edit it in a couple days but yeah

“I know, I hate storms,” I answer Shawn on the phone, he’s on his way now, but the weather makes it hard to get to my place.

“It’s getting hard to drive through all of that rain,” His voice trails off at the end, and I know his focus is more on driving than it is on me, despite his occasional snapchats he’s a very careful driver.

“I don’t want you driving if you can’t see shit, go home if it’s too bad, you can come around tomorrow.” I bite my nails, pacing around my house to keep me busy as I wait for him.

“Too late, I’m closer to your place than mine.”

“Be careful, yeah?”

“Always babe, don’t worry,” He sounds sure of himself, as if he could control the elements, and sometimes when he’s around me it feels like he can.

“Yeah, don’t worry babe, I can totally control the trees that might fall on my car while I’m driving like I control everything else in my life.” Sarcasm drips from my words, and Shawn knows it’s something I mostly do when I’m scared.

“Okay, first of all, ouch.” He sounds offended. “I know I’m a control freak but there’s no need to call me out like this. Second, there’s no tree along this road.”

“Sorry, I just don’t like it, I want you here in one piece.”

For Spooktober fest @sinfulshawn

Prompts: 47 “I think I’ll pass thanks”

                49 “Sooo, can I eat you out now?”

                50 “Trick or treat bitches”

A/N: First time doing smut. Lemme know what you think - xoxo Imelda

Summary: Y/n hosts a Halloween party. Shawn decides he and Y/n play their own little game.

Words: 1438

Warnings: Little smut, little cursing.

 I let out a giggle as I open my door to see Brian, Shawn and Geoff standing on the other side.

“Trick or treat bitches!” Brian exclaims as I open the door.

Y/f/n and I look at each other before bursting into giggles at the sight of the three boys that stand before us. Brian is dressed as a mob boss, Geoff went with the vampire look and Shawn has come as a bloody zombie doctor.

“Don’t you boys look handsome! Come on in. There’s alcohol in the kitchen and snacks are on the tables set up” I greet.

The boys enter, each giving me a kiss on the cheek and y/f/n a quick high five. I shut the door and turn to her and giggle once again.

“This night is going to get good. Especially if he’s in that mood” she states, and I nod in agreement.

“I love the whole sexy wizard of oz look you’ve got going on. Especially the shoes. I love them” I state, looping our arms together.

“Thank you. I see you went with Cher this year. You look hot as hell. Shawn must agree because his eyes keep giving you a look over” she says. I shrug my shoulders and let go of her. We part ways and spend the next few hours dancing, drinking and playing a few games.

“Hey, Simon wants to play Suck and Blow” y/f/n says.

“I think I’ll pass” I say, waving her off.

“Come on Y/N! We both know the boys will be playing and I know you wouldn’t mind getting a chance to kiss Shawn” she states, causing me to sigh.

“Alright grab the cards and make the announcement” I say.

Y/f/n cheers and walks over to the stereo. She pauses the music and stands up on a near-by chair. “Out on the deck we’re going to play suck and blow. If you want to be apart of the game, make your way out there now” she calls. She steps off the chair and starts the music back up before heading out to the deck. I meet her out there and stand beside her waiting for everyone else to join us.

Once we make a circle, I grab the deck of cards and pull one from the deck. “So, you all know the rules. Inhale to hold the card to your lips, pass it to the person on your right. If you drop the card, you must kiss the person next to you on your right. To make things a little more interest, the card then must be ripped in half” I announce.

I press the card to my lips and inhale, turning to the person on my right who seems to be y/f/n. As the game goes on, we add another card into the game. So many laughs have happened as friends kiss friends, ex’s kiss ex’s and crushes kiss crushes. One card is the size of a quarter whilst the other has been ripped in half only once. I turn my head to receive the card from Shawn but watch as it falls from his lips. He smirks and leans in to kiss me. I accept the kiss and quickly pull away, clearing my throat.

“I’m going to exit the game and get myself another drink” I state, stepping back and going inside.

I stand in the kitchen, mixing myself something involving tequila. All I can think of is the kiss with Shawn and how soft his lips felt. How sweet they tasted. The way he cupped my face so gently as if I would break. I’m shaken out of my thoughts when laughter fills the kitchen. I look up to find my friends coming in and I smile at them. Shawn walks up to me and grins down at me as he reaches for a cup.

“So I was thinking we could play our own game later on” he says.

I raise my eyebrows as I pick up my drink. “What type of game?” I ask.

“You’ll see” he winks, pouring alcohol into his cup.

I frown slightly and push myself off the counter. I down the rest of my drink and drop the cup onto the bench. “That’s me done. I’m off to bed. Don’t worry about cleaning up. I will do that in the morning” I state.

I give y/f/n a hug and wave to the boys. “Enjoy the rest of your night. You all look hot and awesome” I smile.

I close my bedroom door behind my and take off my yellow check jacket. There’s a knock on my door and I groan. “It’s open” I call, slipping off my shoes.

The door opens, and I look up to see Shawn. He enters my room and shuts the door behind me.

“Make it quick. I’m about to go for a shower. You know where the excess alcohol is kept along with the extra food. Yes, you lot can stay over” I ramble, walking towards my en suite.

“You know us so well. Especially me” he says, as I walk into my bathroom.

“That’s because you’re my boys. I look after you. Now don’t forget to shut the door behind you” I call, removing my shirt.

“But who looks after you?” he questions. I frown and pause with my skirt halfway down my thighs.

“What do you mean?” I ask as I continue to remove my skirt. It drops to the floor and I turn on the taps. When I don’t hear an answer, I just assume he left the room. I let out a breath when I feel two hands on my hips.

“I mean, who takes care of you and your needs? Who looks after you to make sure you’re doing ok?” he asks, his breath fanning my ear.

I feel goose bumps rise on my skin and I shudder slightly. I can tell that I’m already wet between the legs with wild thoughts running through my mind. I clear my throat and turn to face him.

“I’m fine, Shawn. I’ve got me. You know this” I answer, he raises his eyebrows and shrugs.

“Can I join you in the shower?” he asks.

I bite my lip and look him over. I giggle as I meet his eyes and nod my head. “Sure. It’s not weird for friends to shower together” I state, and he nods.

We both undress and climb into the shower. I wash off my makeup and the fake blood on his skin. At some point we had stopped washing each other and now we were staring at each other, his arms around my waist with my arms around his neck. He leans in and kisses me and I gladly accept it. Our kisses get more heated and sloppier and soon he’s kissing down my jaw and onto my neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. He reaches my collarbones and I can’t help but to moan slightly as he sucks on them. He comes back up to my lips with one of his hands going to my bum and the other going to my clit. He rubs it and slides his hand back to my entrance, feeling my wetness. I pull away from him and shake my head.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” I say.

“Yeah, you’re right” he answers.

Silence falls between and I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Sooo, can I eat you out now?” he questions, causing me to look up at him.

“I mean we may as well finish what we started” I answer, and he grins, sinking to his knees and pressing his mouth to my clit.

I grab onto his hair and let out a moan while his tongue works my clit. “Holy shit” I curse, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut.

Shawn then shifts so his mouth is over my entrance and his fingers and doing the magic on my clit. He slides them back and forth from the wetness, running them up either side of my clit. His tongue is going in and out and he’s added a humming vibration to his actions.

“Oh my, fuck!” I curse, bucking my hips and grinding myself into him.

My moans and cursing get louder and louder as I come closer and closer to my orgasm.

I orgasm, and Shawn laps it all up. He gets back up and I pull him into me, pressing my lips to his, tasting myself on his lips. I pull away from him and sink to my knees.

*This is for @sinfulshawn’s spooktober writing fest*

prompt: “dude, your pumpkin looks like shit”

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The cool autumn air blew across my face as we wandered through the crowded pumpkin patch, our fingers loosely intertwined. Shawn’s festival run had ended a few days ago and from the time he got home, I had been begging to go to a pumpkin patch together.

“Shawn, please,” I beg. “I’ve always wanted to go to a pumpkin patch with you! It’ll be fun.”

“Y/n, why do you want to go to a pumpkin patch?” He asks from the other side of the room.

“Because it’ll be fun,” He looks up at me, “Please?” I give him my best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, sweetheart. I’ll go with you to a pumpkin patch.” He caves, smiling at me.

“Oh my gosh, thank you, babe. You won’t regret it! We’re gonna have so much fun,” I squeal as I run over to him, tackling him in a bear hug.

As we continued on, a large pumpkin down the row caught my attention. I dragged Shawn toward the pumpkin, bubbling with excitement.

“Babe, can I please get this one?” I ask, squeezing his hand to get his attention.

“You can get whichever one you want, sweetheart.” He pulls my hand up and kisses the back of it, smiling at me.

“Thank you, Shawn. I love you,” I giggle, thinking about what I’m going to carve into this enormous pumpkin.

“I love you, too. Now hurry up, it’s getting cold,” he chuckles back at me.

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We returned to the condo and immediately got to work. I want to do something extravagant for my pumpkin, so I needed to figure out a plan. I drew the outline of my carving onto my pumpkin and cut the top off.

“Shawn, can you please do the scoop thing for mine? I really don’t want to touch it.”

“I guess, but you’re really missing out on the full experience, babe.”

“Oh, whatever,” I roll my eyes at him as he starts scooping the guts out of our pumpkins.

He swings his hip to bump my side, giggling at me. I return his hip bump and he pulls me into his side.

“SHAWN,” I squeal, “your hands are covered in gross pumpkin guts!” He gives me a smirk as I push him off of me.

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We finished carving our pumpkins a few hours later and decided to relax on the sofa, watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy. Shawn was scrolling through his instagram when Brian texted him asking if he could stop by and hang out for a bit.

A knock on the door woke me from my short nap. Shawn ran his fingers through my hair, yelling at Brian to come in. Shawn running his fingers through my hair always calmed me down and made me sleepy, which didn’t help with the fact that I was already tired from today’s events.

Our pumpkins sat on the table, facing the front door. We couldn’t put them outside since we lived in a building with others. We debated sitting them on the balcony but decided to leave them inside on the table where we could see them. Brian waltzed into the living room, chuckling at us.

“Dude, your pumpkin looks like shit,” he laughed. Shawn turned his head towards Brian and looked him up and down.

“Yeah, well, you look like shit, so you can’t really say anything,” he sassed back.

Brian shot Shawn an annoyed look and plopped down on the extra chair with a huff.

Brian’s visit didn’t last long due to him saying something about having a date later. Shawn gave him a fist bump and said his goodbyes.

“Good luck, man,” Shawn shouted as Brian headed to the door.

I shifted myself into a position where I could look up at Shawn’s face, staring into his golden brown eyes with a smile on my face.

“Babe?” I started. He hummed at me. “I think your pumpkin looks amazing. It looks like anything but shit,” I assured him, giving him a warm smile. Shawn leaned down to kiss me, smiling into the kiss.

“Thank you, Y/n. You always make me feel like I deserve the world. I love you a lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“To the moon and back.”

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Ahhhh! I’m absolutely in love with this and if you enjoyed it, let me know!