I thought it best to just create a masterlist now this one-shot is past the 35.000 word mark. Yes. 35.000 words… Goodness me! Somebody please lock me up. This is getting out of hand.
7/5/2020 update: adding more images to my stories right now and fixing some grammatical errors. Oh! And hello 53.000 words!
9/6/2020 update: I wish could go on and on, but alas, it is time for us to part. And as I bid these two lovebirds (and their 100k long “short” story..) adieu, I will definitely continue to write. Please feel free to send me prompts or ideas and enjoy your day my luvvies. Peace out <3
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During her usual morning hike in the LA hills an average girl named Lisa meets a pair of starry eyes. A story of hiking, cups of tea and two sweet dorks trying to make it work.
°°° Please accept this fic as a thank you note for all your sweet birthday messages. I love this fandom so much! °°°
summary: Co-stars play a couple with a turbulent relationship. It is her first love scene and she has a crush on Henry…
pairing: Henry Cavill x you (when it’s unavoidable to mention her name, she is called Olivia (ofc))
word count: 2.8 K
warnings: smut, explicit, female orgasm, lil fluff here and there
a/n: inspired by this ask and this drabble. I hardly know anything about filmmaking, takings and cuts, the layout of hollywood trailers, and most importantly, I do not own Henry Cavill (alas!). Beta’d by the lovely @luna-aestas
summary: No one knows that the famous “no cardio” interview is full of risky inside jokes between Henry and a special woman sitting in the audience.
pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
word count: 1.4K
warning: mentions of yummy sex, fluff
a/n: this is based on a request of @lyrafraiser, beta’d by the amazing @littlefreya. This is a fanfiction, I do not own any of the characters, especially Henry Cavill (alas!). Gif by me.
Enjoy and remember, feedback is lyfe. Please like, comment, reblog if you like it. Sorry if it sucks :(
Summary: Sherlock has been taken with a young woman for a while her firey and frankly childish disposition has ensnared him. The only problem is that she just happens to be the daughter of his and Mycrofts best friend from childhood Charles Adams. Now at eighteen it is time for her to marry but theres a problem. She has hysteria and refuses to take a husband. So when Sherlock offers to take her off her fathers hands who is Charles to kick a gift horse in the mouth?
Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Light Smut, Spanking, DDLG, Age Play, Daddy Sherlock, Little Reader, Little Space??, Age Gap, Swearing,
A/N: so some Daddy sherlock coming to you now! This is DDLG and will have spanking and punishments throughout. For those who dont know Hysteria is pretty much why we have vibrators today…I think dont quote me on that. It was a blanket diagnosis for womens mental health conditions ranging from anxiety, depression, menstrual mood swings all the way to arousal and many belived that the only proper cure was for you to essentially be fucked by your husband a few orgams and you were meant to be happy again. Yes they literally tried to fuck depression out of you did it work? Not sure but tbh if daddy!Sherlock wanted to try and fuck my depression out of me I wouldn’t complain! And After a few rounds I might start feeling a bit better.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she growls under her breath, loose strands of brown hair falling into her face as she stumbles before regaining her balance again. Pearls of sweat are running down her temples, her legs ache, her chest heaves. She comes to a halt, the music stops. Her choreographer sighs, lips pressed into a thin line. Gene was the most patient human being in the world but he looked tense, brows furrowed as he watches her, head tilted to the side.
“Honey, you have to slow down.”
Adriana catches her breath, hands placed on her hips as she pants. Her tight gym clothes are drenched with sweat, pink sports bra clinging to her skin. The mirrored dance studio seems to be too small all of a sudden.
“It’s always this one spin… I never… seem to get it right,” she says in between heavy breaths and Gene steps closer, placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She wipes the sweat from her forehead. The last few weeks have been hard. She just landed in L.A. after a long flight from Shanghai, she had to get ready for a performance at the American Music Awards and she was in the middle of practicing for her first arena tour. Her sold-out arena tour. Across the globe.
“I know but everything else looks phenomenal. Paired with the visuals and background dancers the show is going to be amazing, trust me,” Gene urges. “Now let’s try again,” he snaps his fingers. “One, two, three,” he counts as she easily falls into the choreography, the steps flowing in the most elegant way. The dance choreography was the perfect mix of sexy and classy, fit for the artist that was Adriana Alves.
Summary: While your stuck in traffic a fan gets a video of you doing something Shawn finds adorable.
Warnings: Fluff overload
Requested: Nope!
Shawn smiled down at the text you sent him, glad that he had
a little bit more time to set up the date he’d been planning. He was no
stranger to long and hard days, but the difference between you and him was that
he actually likes his job. You worked a job for some odd YouTubers and internet
personalities, editing their Instagram pictures and their videos and whatnot.
You were hoping it would lead to you being able to make your own videos, and
maybe someday, if you played your cards right, a movie.
Y/N isn’t usually very needy. She tends to enjoy her personal space and likes to be independent, just like she was brought up to be. It’s not that she doesn’t love to be touching Shawn, that’s far from it, it’s just she likes to be alone sometimes too. Shawn, on the other hand, can be needy, definitely, so she tends to leave it up to him. He’d be the one to initiate cuddling, wrapping his arm around her waist when they wait in line or giving her a peck on the cheek when he feels like it. It’s something Y/N adores, basks in the little forms of affection he gives and lets it brighten her day.
But recently, Y/N’s been feeling a bit off. She’s not quite sure if she’s getting ill, or if she’s just tired and worn out, but something’s not right and it hasn’t been all week. With 3 finals, an essay due, and work each night it isn’t a surprise she’s been feeling a little cloudy. Mind isn’t quite right and a hollow feeling in her chest. It’s only amplified with the absence of Shawn out on his last week of the tour. He’s not there to stop her from overworking, make sure she’s eating or get her to step outside for a break.
He has, to be fair, been the most attentive despite this. Her phone’s been flooded with texts and calls. Midday pick me ups with ‘How’re you going now, honey? Get past that paper you were stuck on?” and videos of the cute puppy someone had brought to rehearsal with a million love hearts and emojis attached. And each night, once she’s gotten home from work on the brink of sleep (and he’s just waking up somewhere exotic), she gets in bed listening to his syrup like voice as he tells her about his previous day. Sometimes she manages to tell him about something interesting of her own - although it’s usually just a new drink she found at her favourite cafe, or how someone offered her a cat-shaped pen when hers ran out of ink. Most of the time she’s too sleepy to stay awake to tell him this.
But now Shawn is back from tour, and the feeling in Y/N’s chest is wobbly and she’s confused and almost wants to cry. She’s been somewhat on the verge of it all day.
She’s sure Shawn has noticed too. Wanting to spend the whole day with her, insisting to pick her up from her last final and asking if she needed anything. Tea? Chocolate? Maybe some cuddles?
“Honeyyyy” He’d whine, “Just sit down with me for a minute, okay? Jus’ five, baby, you can spare five, right?” And that evening she did. She spared five minutes, and then another five minutes, until she was all but on top of him on the couch, covered in an overly fluffy blanket despite and watching the snow that started to fall over Toronto. Shawn was engrossed in his Brooklyn 99 episode (which he wouldn’t admit he was addicted to since she introduced it to him), his shoulders moving underneath her when the sitcom made a joke.
Y/N, however, were focused on something very different. It seemed that the closer she got to Shawn, the more the feeling in her chest intensified and the more she felt the need to be even closer. It was like his cologne was taunting her, and the feeling of his broad shoulders underneath her were fire against her body, and the skin of his neck was only begging her to be kissed.
So she did. Despite his interest in the show, she lifted her head from where it rested on his shoulder to attach her lips to the soft on his neck. When he didn’t stir from his focus, she pressed another. And another. And soon she lifted her hand to the other side of his neck to steady herself.
“Mmm. What’re you doing, honey?” His head drops a little to get a look at her, a cute little double chin making an appearance.
She hums in response, without a second thought, and moves so she’s kneeling next to him, trailing kisses down his neck to his collarbone. She revels in the groan he lets out as his head falls back against the couch.
“Tryna distract me then?” He murmurs. She whines he attaches a hand on her waist to maneuver her to straddle him, causing her to pull off from his neck and let him shuffle her around.
When she plops down with one leg on either side of his, one hand slides through his hair as the other trails to the bottom of his tee shirt - wasting no time in leaning back to kiss over his neck. Her fingers tug at the bottom of his shirt, little noises escaping her lips when he doesn’t move to get it off.
Although he wasn’t complaining, her urgency was sudden and unexplained. He can’t remember the last time she initiated something like this so out of the blue.
“Hey, hey, hey,” A hand grips her wrist from the bottom of his shirt, taking the wrist on his neck with his other, pulling her away from him. He wants to laugh at the way her bottom lip is jutted forward, completely unintentionally, giving him puppy dog eyes without even trying.
“What’s going on, hmm?” He asks, gripping her wrists in one hand between their two bodies, the other moving to hold her jaw, his thumb tracing over her lips. “You feeling needy? Are you still stressed?”
Y/N only nods, little puffs of breaths leaving her lips. Shawn tilts his head to the side, eyes scanning over her face. He doesn’t seem convinced. The way he looks at her is intimidating, to say the least, but in the best way possible. Makes her want to pull him forward rather than cower away from his eyes.
“You’re stressed in another way, though, aren’t you?”
“You haven’t, you know…” She trails off, not knowing how to put her words together or sound too desperate. Shawn can see the way it clicks in Y/N’s eyes. She hadn’t, herself, realised what had been making her feel so strange until he brought it to light. She was missing him, in more ways than she thought.
“Haven’t touched you like you want? Made you whimper for me?” He asks, watching the way she squirms in his lap at his words. He leans in towards her, his hand cupped under her jaw to tilt her lips to his.
“M’sorry, angel. Need to treat you right, don’t I?” He whispers, drawing his pink lips across her bottom one tormentingly, the corner of his lip pulls up at the way her back arches into his chest and she opens her mouth into his. Pulling away before she can press their lips together, he chuckles at how Y/N’s face falls and her arms try to move to him albeit being restricted by his own.
Only a second passes before Y/N leans back in, covering his mouth with a kiss. It’s soft at first, but aggressive as Shawn takes charge. Her lips still taste of the sweet, rich and buttery chocolate he had gotten her and he nibbles before swiping his tongue over it. Her mouth opens and he pulls her closer by a hand on her back.
Her fingers try to grip onto his hand that holds her wrists, and the way her body elongates against his makes him groan.
“What’s wrong with you, huh?” He questions, his pants plumping with the way her body leans pliant against his. “You want something? Use yours words then.” ? Use your words then.”
There’s a pregnant pause. Shawn’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, his eyebrows perched high on his forehead, while Y/N’s flicker around the room avoiding his. Y/N, really, is thinking so many things at once yet also nothing at all. She has noticed, however, the bulge that presses against her core below her, refusing to be ignored - and she wants nothing more than to grind down against it but she knows that wouldn’t end well with Shawn. A quiet yelp escapes her when he gives a gentle pinch with one hand against her hip, making her eyes flicker back up to his.
“I want… want you to…” He encourages her on with a nod of his head and a stroke over her hip. “…want you, daddy.”
Her words make him shiver - and he feels himself blurt in his boxers. “Baby-” He lets go of her wrists and pulls her shirt up, her hair ruffling up with the movement of it all, “It’s that kind of night, ey?”
When all she can do is look at him with wide, needy eyes, he leans back against the cushions.
“Lie down for me on the couch,” he speaks softly but she doesn’t listen, running her now free hands up his chest. He pinches at her hip again, harder in warning. “I said on the couch, didn’t I?”
He waits for her to lie down against the other end of the couch before moving himself, gripping her thighs and spreading them open so he can lie between them. Her skin prickles with anticipation when he places abandoned kisses on her calves, her knees, her thighs. Shawn listens to her short puffs of breath as warm puffs of his own flush over her upper thighs. He almost wants to make her wait even longer, keep her need for him since it happens so rarely.
“That’s right, open up for me, honey,” He says, hooking his hands under her thighs to move her docile legs further apart for him. She’s like putty in his hands and he can see her fingers itching to touch him from where they rest. She contemplates reaching her hands down, twining them through his hair and tugging - he likes that, she’s sure of it, but she doesn’t know whether it will make him angry and going without him for the evening would make her cry, she thinks.
“Daddy, please-” She says softly, instead. With a groan, Shawn dips his fingers into her shorts and underwear, helping her tug them down her legs. Within seconds, he’s pressing open mouth kisses on her inner thighs, lulling his tongue over the sensitive skin right outside her mound. Even with having done this so many times, Y/N always forgets the vulnerability in Shawn seeing her this way, and for a second she wants to close her legs on him. It’s when he murmurs a “pretty” against her and he gives one long, gentle sweep up the middle of her slit, that her thoughts turn into clouds and all she can focus on is the feeling of his mouth on her.
He moves a little lower, giving little kitten licks just below her clit until she’s whining into the air. Her thighs shake and threaten to close despite his hands when his eyes hold her own and he puckers his lips over her most sensitive point, “Uh-uh,” he says sternly against her, “I’m just giving you what you wanted, aren’t I?”
Looking up at her and seeing how fucked out she looks already; lips swollen and bitten and eyes blown under the glow of the lights in his living room - he decides he can’t wait anymore. Greedily, he licks into her, her lips spreading beneath his tongue before he reaches her clit again. He releases one of her legs and uses his fingers to spread the two lips apart, sucking on the bud until he feels her thighs twitch once more. He runs the pearl under his tongue, attacking it hungrily.
He loves the noises she makes - moans, whines, whimpers, and mewls. She had never made these noises before she met Shawn, just took herself to be the quiet type in bed. But here she was making noises she’d never dreamed of making in front of anyone before. Almost thinks it’s too much when he slides one finger into her. He lets her adjust for a moment, distracting her with his attention on her clit before he pulls it out and sneaks his middle finger in beside it.
And Jesus - he groans against her - she’s tight. Like he’s never fucked her out with his cock before. He has to rut against the couch at the feeling. He’s barely had his fingers in her for a few seconds before she’s whithering beneath him, practically dripping on his fingers as they slide in knuckle deep. He knows they feel good - they’re long and thick, at least according to the number of fans who praise him for it, and he can reach all the spots she can’t.
“So tight for me, baby, been too long since I’ve stretched out your cunt,”
Only has to press against that spot inside her and tongue at her clit once more before she’s warning him, “M’gna cum, S-shawn,” Y/N hasn’t felt this way in so long. Her own fingers can only do so much, and nothing compared to what Shawn can do. It’s like he knows her body better than she does herself, puts so much warmth and fervor into it, like he has a hunger for it, that she just can’t compare.
It’s like she can’t breath when she lets out “S-Shawn, please, I’m g’na-”, he gives one last lick with his tongue before she’s crumbling beneath him, her body tensing and her hands flying to grip his hair. She cries out into the air before she’s pulsing, milking his fingers, and he’s reminded of the throbbing in his own boxers.
He isn’t fussed though - waits till she’s calmed down before he pulls his fingers out, ignores her cringing at the feeling, and sucks them clean with a hum. He crawls over top of her from his place between her thighs, digging his head into the space between her shoulder and neck and drops down on top of her.
When she giggles and pushes him away, he leans up to look at her. She has a dazed smile on her face, looks so relaxed and sleepy but glows as she looks at him. With a grin, he pecks her on the mouth once.
“Was that just your way of telling me to not go away for so long?
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I couldn’t even tell you how many times I’ve re-written this one. It’s a long one though so hopefully that makes up for it!! Anyways I’m a sucker for Jealous!Shawn fics so naturally I had to write my own.
Summary: Shawn is determined to remind you who you belong to after an old friend crosses the line.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, language, jealousy, and absolute filth. (Dom!Shawn)
Word count: 7.6k
“Shawn, stop it”
You spot him rolling his eyes behind you in the mirror you were currently using to finish up your makeup. A smirk formed on his face as he watched you applying your highlighter.
“I didn’t do anything,”
“Uh-huh,” you drag, squinting your eyes at him.
A few of your old friends were in town and they had invited you to one of the new clubs in the city. It was an upscale venue and you had been absolutely dying to find an excuse to go. It also didn’t hurt that you had a dress collecting dust in your closet that was screaming to be worn. That little black dress had Shawn wrapped right around your finger and you knew it.
“Uh huuuh, that’s why you’ve been eye-fucking me back there for the past fifteen minutes,” you smirked coyly. He shifts from his spot on the bed and slowly makes his way over to you, his gaze growing more intense by the second.
“It’s not my fault you look this sexy, kitten,” he purrs, leaning down to graze your warm neck with his lips. “I think you’re trying to drive me crazy.”
You hum as you feel his lips pressing against your neck; your focus no longer on finishing your makeup. You roll your head back loving the feeling of his lips on your skin and his warm hands trailing up your stomach, getting dangerously close to your breasts. You reluctantly sit back up, shrugging off his affection in favor of getting back to your makeup.
“Don’t distract me, hornball,” you giggle, picking one of your brushes back up.
He sighs, sitting back on the bed as he licks his lips. You choose to ignore his boyish antics as you finish up your dark eyeshadow. He was already dressed and ready to go, only waiting on you so you two could head to the club.
“Who’s all gonna be there?” he inquires.
“Mmm, I think Kira, Lexi, Emmy, and Matt,” you say slowly, trying to apply your nude lipstick at the same time.
Shawn tenses at the mention of the last name. Matt was an old friend, nothing more, but he knows from stories you had told him that Matt used to have a crush on you. You had always insisted that it was nothing, just some stupid high school crush, and Shawn believes you. He really does. But he can’t stop his mind from going into defense mode, suddenly anxious about you being around someone who had wanted you for so long.
a/n- I actually wrote this piece a long time ago but it fits soft dad!Shawn so well??
The first time the lady at the drug store sees him, he’s buying a pregnancy test and a pack of condoms. She raises a brow but he doesn’t bat an eye. She’ll see him once a week for a month, buying another test and another pack and she’ll bite her tongue to keep from asking the boy exactly what the hell he’s up to. Kids these days.
If she were to ask and Shawn were the open sort he’d tell her that his first time with his girlfriend had been unexpected. It was supposed to be a night ride just past the city limits so Gia could see the meteor shower. It was a kiss in a field that turned into so much more, and he had fumbled in his bag for a condom while she sucked on his pulse but he had come up empty handed. They were young and reckless and so on fire for each other that he didn’t think twice about pressing into her when she muttered her consent against his lips. He had a right mind to at least pull out but when she grabbed his back and cried his name, he lost control and came deep inside of her, his body shuddering, breath puffing out like it was his first time, too. Gia takes a pregnancy test once a week for a solid two month. Every negative that rolls in find them in a tangle of limbs and a bottom drawer full of protection.
She sees him off and on for a few years. Mostly condoms and then a prescription of birth control for Georgia Mason after he buys another month’s worth of pregnancy tests. He’s gone for a while- touring, she suspects after she learns he’s some sort of famous musician- but then he’s back to pick up more birth control, this time for Georgia Mendes, and sometimes tampax and she likes that he doesn’t blush the way some young men do.
There are a few dark years where his mouth is set in a grim line as he buys pregnancy tests, ovulation kits, a prescription of fertility drugs and anxiety meds for Georgia Mendes, antidepressants for Shawn Mendes.
She doesn’t see him for a long time. She thinks of him often when she’s playing with her grandkids or making tea. She cries one night after watching a special on infertility and wonders how things turned out for him and his wife.
A month or so later, he comes in with a maternity ward bracelet wrapped around his wrist and he waits for his prescription with the happiest grin on his face.
“Congrats,” she tells him.
He gives her a lopsided smile that’s full of relief. “Thanks.”
The next time he comes in, he looks a little frazzled as he prowls the aisles for cold medicine and fever reducer for an infant. She knows the look, the way his heart must be aching because his child is sick and there’s nothing he can do. She’s got a line but she takes time to tell him about warm compresses, just on the chest, to help clear congestion and a little ice bath to bring down the temp. He thanks her as the woman behind him sighs impatiently.
It’s a nice sunny day when he reappears, another maternity ID on his wrist but he’s got a grumpy looking two year old in tow this time. The boy refuses a lolly or a drink and clings tightly to his pant leg. “He’s at that age,” he offers with an affectionate smile. Shawn is actually delighted to be the center of his child’s world.
Years and years later, he’ll bring the first one back in, now a grumpy 16 year old who looks exactly as his father did as a youth. She’ll blink her eyes several times to make sure it’s real and she’s not having a stroke and watch as the man drags him to the back of the store, picks up a box of condoms and marchs him to the register. She picks up bits of the lecture (“Don’t be stupid, Jere. Don’t be reckless.”) and she bites her tongue to keep from reminding him how reckless and stupid he had been.
“Kids,” he rolls his eyes.
She knows he’s upset and she doesn’t mean to say anything but- “They do have a way about them sometimes. Sometimes, though, we have to remember how badly we wanted them, how our world felt like it was crumbling when we thought we’d never have them, hm?”
He just nods and something shifts behind his eyes. He’s thinking about doctor appointments, tests, medicine, 3 miscarriages, Gia crying herself to sleep against his chest every night for 3 years, the way his heart exploded when the first was born and how he had cried holding him. “You’re right. Thank you.”
He leaves the store and she sees him wrap an arm around the boy as they walk to the car where the younger one is peering out the back window and making faces.
“No, thank you.”
She doesn’t know this on that day but next year she’ll have her second heart attack but she won’t survive this one. A week after her funeral, Shawn will come in and ask after her. He’ll sit in his car for a spell and brush away a few tears and he won’t know exactly why he’s sad but he’ll remember warm compresses just on the chest for congestion and a little ice bath to bring down the temp.
Summary:I mean - - you share a shower with Tom Holland & Zendaya.
Enough said.
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“What do you mean there’s no hot water?” you and Zendaya exclaimed at the same time. You turned to each other. Confusion and a little bit of panic written all over your faces. “I’m sorry, girls. There was a problem with the heater. They are trying really hard to fix it, but it seems like there’s no hot water at the moment.” The woman explained to the both of you as she held on to her clipboard.
You let out a small whimper and almost stomped your foot. “Can you please just call someone and see if they can get some hot water? I mean look at us, we are a mess. There’s no way I can shoot more scenes like this,” you motioned towards intentionally scattered dirt and grease on your body. You had just finished filming a very messy scene and you were supposed to move on to a completely different scene in a a few hours.
Zendaya crossed her arms, nodding her head in agreement.
You didn’t mean to sound like a total diva. You weren’t that kind of gal. But there was something about the dirt, the grease, and the sweat from filming that was just sending you over the edge today.
Ok but imagine Shawn and his future bubs are just always screaming “i love you”. that’s their THING. and it’s CONSTANT.
through the house at all hours, in the car, on set, everywhere! in grocery stores from aisles over, to red carpet events from behind the paparazzi barricade, and from behind the camera during magazine and social channel interviews.
there is always a tiny roar of ”i love you!!!!” from his son and no matter where he is and what he’s doing, no matter what he’s filming, no matter who’s around…. he always stops and screams back “i love you!!”
(poor Anna! 😂)
one day y/n can’t stop bubs from running on stage during daddy’s performance…. it’s chaos and y/n and a security member are trying to discreetly get lil bub’s attention… but the fans have already seen him…! everyone is cheering and bubs is CLEARLY thrilled. and then finally Shawn’s turning around mid-song and he’s laughing! he’s so surprised and so excited, but he hasn’t stopped singing.
now y/n is walking out sheepishly on stage with her hand over her face, making the crowd go crazier. she just wants to grab him and zoom off stage… but just before she makes it even halfway, she sees the famous “i love you” roar. she doesn’t even hear bubs say it, she just knows it’s happening cause he’s got his hands stretched way up high in the air, up on tiptoe, using his whole body to shout what she knows he’s shouting. cause they’re both ALWAYS shouting.
and Shawn’s face lights up and melts at the same time. this time he stops singing forreal, he’s bending over double until he’s right in lil bubs face, roaring right back at the top of his lungs, so loud that lil bub shrieks in delight at his daddy cause the crowd is screaming it with him.
