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trinemendes · 5 months
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Day 19 of Kinkmas: Taking a Bath With Shawn
pairing: Shawn Mendes x fem!reader
warning: unprotected sex (pls be safe)
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Y/N’s POV
I walk in my house, stressed by a bad day at work and see my husband Shawn.
“how’s was work?” Shawn says with that dumb smirk on his face that I love.
“a nightmare.” I said about to tear up.
I fel two hands hugging me and i look up and it’s hugging me to make my day even better.
“i know what will make you feel better.” Shawn says kissing my temple gently.
“what’s that?”
“a bubble bath.”
“if that will make me feel better then give it to me.”
Shawn picks me up bridal style and brings me to the bathroom and starts to undress me slowly and starts the warm water and get the bubbles in the tube.
I get in the tub, while in the tub I see Shawn getting undressed and getting in the tub with me.
“Are you enjoying the bath honey?”
“Mmm yes, it feels good.” i moaned.
“i just wish that you can quit that job and stay home with me.” Shawn says getting closer to me.
“I know but you know that i get paid well.” I said pouting.
“I know, i just need you to be with me, i feel lonely without you here.” He says kissing my neck slowly.
I start to moan a little louder to remind him that he can touch me.
He grabs my legs closer to him and starts to kiss my lips harder and starts to make love to me.
He picks me up to get my body dried and brings me to the our bed. He gets on me and starts to fuck me harder. I start to scream in pleasure and feel his smirk in my neck.
“Shawn, you-you’re hurting me slo-slow down ple-please.” I stuttered.
“Sorry baby, i just want to make you feel good.” He moaned.
“go on a normal speed please.”
Shawn stops and fell next to me and breathed heavily.
“That was amazing.” i say breathing heavily.
“Are you going to quit the job now?”
“Yes.”
Shawn grabs his phone and starts to call my work.
“Mr. Larsen, my wife Mrs. Mendes wants to quit going to your office. Screw you then bastard!” Shawn sceams to the phone.
“What did he say?”
“He said, ‘that you’re the most sluttiest woman he has seen in his life.’ and I got mad and cursed.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Shawn starts to get tears in his eyes a little bit.
“Shawn, it’s okay, you got me to quit that awful job, and i’m going to be with you every day.”
“I know but the stuff that he said about you.”
“Ignore the dick head, he means nothing to you baby.”
“I’m just glad that you can stay here with me.”
“I know.” I say kissing his cheek softly.
“Round 2?” he says smirking.
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beautyallaroundus25 · 23 days
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Shawn💋💋💋
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malfoyx · 29 days
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photos you would have on your cell phone if you were dating shawn mendes
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(if anyone wants another male artist just send the request❤️)
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shawnmendesgallery · 10 months
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pammyloumendkens · 5 months
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David Yurman
Beverly Hills,16th November
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mendessimp · 2 years
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husband
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he's a sculptured greek god
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emileemendes · 3 months
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i want his hands all over me tbh
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trashedits · 1 month
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shawn mendes
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In the summer of 2022, Shawn Mendes cancelled his world tour 7 shows in so that he could focus on his mental health. Between that time and now, he spent a lot of time on himself and with his family/friends and away from the public eye for the most part. He did a Tommy campaign last year as well as appearing as a special guest for both Ed Sheeran and Niall Horan at their respective shows. Lately, he’s been spending a lot of time in the studio, which was something he had a hard time doing last year.
Today, he announced he’s headlining Rock in Rio in September and that he is also working on a new album ❤️ He hasn’t been on stage (other than his guest appearances) since July 2022. Idk if he’s doing any other festival dates prior to this one. If not, his Rock in Rio performance will be his FIRST concert in front of a large crowd in over two years. This is absolutely HUGE for Shawn 🥹 He has come so far in the last couple of years and grown so much as a person. I’m super proud of him and this achievement.
I can’t wait for his new album and whatever else this year will bring for him.
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blogroses · 6 months
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trinemendes · 3 months
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Shawn Mendes for the Met Gala in 2021
📸: Josiah Van Dien
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edticon · 7 months
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violetsandfluff · 1 year
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Lucid Dreaming
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a/n: I’m soooo sorry this has taken forever! I hope you’re still around
wc: 1.4k
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The line between friends and acquaintances was always foggy. At what point did someone go from being a casual encounter to a bosom friend? Some people seem to radiate a type of energy immediately recognizable as “friend energy,” and Shawn was one of those people for you. His gorgeous smile and contagious laugh made him enjoyable to be around, you couldn’t help it. Even if you had only met him briefly here and there, you couldn’t help but refer to him as your friend behind closed doors.
Everyone around him loved him, understandably, and it wasn’t as if they could prevent it. He was unconditionally outgoing, always ready to listen or laugh. When he talked to you, he made eye contact like you were the only thing in the world. He never failed to make you feel special, but then again, he treated everyone like that. Occasionally, (more often than not), it made you jealous to see him with anyone else but he hardly knew you. What could you expect?
“Someone’s jealous,” your best friend would tease whenever she caught you staring at him forlornly, eyes green with envy.
“I’m not jealous,” you would protest. “I don’t even know him.”
It was true that you had only been on the receiving end of his undying attention a handful of times, but you felt like the entire world rested on those moments. He haunted your dreams with his gorgeous honey-brown eyes and adorable curls, his rosy cheeks, and his uplifting, luminous smile. His lush pink lips always accompanied these dreams, along with his pearly teeth, perfectly defined abs, and smooth, able hands, which had a habit of snaking up your thighs when you least expected them.
Occasionally, he managed to lose his illustrious demeanor in your dreams, appearing as either a frat boy or an affectionate boyfriend, but he was the same Shawn both ways, the one you barely knew, yet couldn’t live without.
Almost as a survival instinct, your dreams began coming true.
One day, you ran into him at a grocery store. Miraculously, you ended up behind him in line, close enough to smell the faint, masculine scent etched into the air. He was dressed in skinny black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, accentuating his broad back and muscular shoulders. His hair was arranged in a perfect mass of curls atop his head, and you couldn’t help but admire it… until he turned around to meet you.
His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as he recognized you, and you couldn’t pull your skittish eyes from his warm, welcoming ones. Just as he opened his mouth to speak to you, the woman in front of him in line finished checking out. He turned away without a word and, once you had finished checking out, he was gone.
He was such a curse. The mere thought of him plagued your mind, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Any encounter with him had you fucked for weeks; dreaming about him at night, during the day, and every moment in between.
One night, you dreamed about seeing him at the beach.
The ocean spanned endlessly before you, wafting its warm, salty breeze toward you tantalizingly. You were alone, dressed in an emerald green swimsuit that accentuated your body perfectly. A layer of sunscreen on top of your newly-tanned skin made you glow in the sunlight. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a messy bun atop your head, along with a pair of sunglasses you didn’t plan on wearing.
You laid your towel down on the sand a few yards away from the beach access and assessed your surroundings. A large group of people was congregated about waist-deep in the water, but one man, in particular, caught your attention. He was tall and muscular, his back tanned by the sun, and his helmet of curls dripping wet with saltwater.
Part of you wanted to believe this someone was Shawn. As nonchalantly as you could, you began creeping slowly closer, pretending to snap pictures of the horizon as you waded into the crystal-clear waters.
A water fight broke out among the group, and the man ducked towards you, laughing, to escape a blow from a beer can now filled with water. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his face, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it was him.
He visibly noticed you, his hazel eyes fixed on you, and your heart caught in your throat. As soon as it started, however, his attention returned to the water fight.
Another night, you dreamed that you met him, suddenly an attractive bartender, at a club. And yet another night, he brought you home with him from the same club. He laid you in his bed beside him for the night, lying down himself as far away from you as he could to give you respectful space.
Before he knew it, however, you were in his arms with your face buried in his bare chest as you breathed in his scent and traced the contour of his arms, which laid in stark tan contrast against the immaculate white sheets. Your fingers roamed his unclothed upper body, tracing his intricate tattoos meticulously while he fussed over your hair.
“You can’t go to sleep with it down,” he reasoned as you fought his arms in order to trace his guitar skyline tattoo. “It’ll get all tangled and knotty. If you’ll let me braid it, it’ll be smooth and wavy when you wake up. It won’t take forever, I promise.”
“Can you do it later?” you bargained as your hands ventured to his pecs once more to feel the hard muscles move beneath your palms as he rolled over to face you.
“It’s past midnight already, darling. Don’t you think sleep should be a priority?”
“No,” you stated blankly, mulling the situation over in your head before adding, “but I will let you braid my hair.”
Shawn’s fingers made quick work of weaving your hair into two broad French braids. He admired his work once he was done.
“It’s about bedtime now, don’t you think?” he asked sheepishly, to your dismay.
“Please, let me finish tracing your tattoos,” you pleaded, reaching for his hand and clutching it to your chest.
“Finish the swallow and we can go to sleep,” he compromised. “You can finish in the morning. You’re much drunker than I am, but we could both use the rest.”
It was true that you were exhausted at that moment, longing to curl up against your hookup’s chest and melt into him as your world dissolved into that of a dream. The temptation overcame you. You lost yourself in his comforting warmth as his hands caressed your back steadily. His chest rose and fell beside you, creating a rhythm that lulled you to sleep.
Your subconscious made you feel safe and secure encompassed in Shawn’s strong arms, and beside his broad, muscular chest. When you awoke in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and chipper, you reached for him as you had done every morning you’d woken up beside him. Something was different, though.
Shawn was nowhere to be found.
You opened your eyes to see your own familiar bed, in your own familiar bedroom, and the same familiar sunlight streaming through your sheer curtains.
A dissatisfied puff of air escaped your lips as you tried to recall the dream, now hazy in your mind. All you could think about was Shawn, and how the truth was that he could be anywhere with anyone right then, and you had no say in it. Your dream world could be some lucky person’s reality, and you would never know.
A tear of frustration slipped from your tear line down your cheek, but before you could wipe it away, a smooth, low voice cut through your silence.
“I didn’t know you were still here.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I just thought you’d gone home.” You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down on it, rolling onto his side and perching his chin on your shoulder. He moved his large hands to your hips, holding them tightly as he kissed your cheek. His pink lips were smooth and consoling against your skin.
You allowed them to roam freely across your face and travel down your neck and shoulders, left exposed by a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. His fingers ran down your arms delicately, conditioned and calloused by his guitar strings. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.
“Oh, look at you,” he hummed, pleasantly surprised by the slick, moist coating in your panties upon further inspection. “All it takes is for me to leave, hm? Tell me, dear. What were you up to while I was gone?”
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malfoyx · 15 days
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Shawn Mendes
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