#james mcvey x reader

[fallingforel]

the fluff /angst prompt list

below is the prompt list for my requested fics, i write for arctic monkeys, the 1975 one direction and the vamps so please if you would like to request don’t be afraid to I’ll do my best but yes please dont hesitate to ask any burning questions you may have. 

“You’re family.”

“I care about you.”

“I need you.”

“Can I join you.”

“You made your choice.”

“This isn’t fair!”

“How could you do this?”

“Do you hate me?”

“I could never leave you behind.”

“Come with me.”

“That’s sweet.”

“You look great.”

“Where are you going?”

“That’s new.”

“Let me help you.”

“Drop the attitude.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

“Do you like it?”

“You smell nice.”

“They didn’t deserve you.”

“I trust you, do you trust me?”

“Karma is a bitch.”

“What the hell?”

“Son of a bitch.”

“I hope your day gets better.”

“I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sorry.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why are you acting like this?”

“How do I look?”

“Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”

“What is this about?”

“You look like hell.”

“I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“It’s good to see you.”

“You know, you can stay if you want to.”

“I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“I almost feel bad for you.”

“What you did was stupid.”

“No.  You listen to me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I know you’re scared.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You’re not helping.”

“It’s not safe here.”

“You should leave.”

“Everything is fine.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Just go away.”

“You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”

“I’m only here to help.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“Thanks for nothing.”

“I’m done.”

“You think that this is easy for me?”

“I hate seeing you like this.”

“You make me so mad.”

“I brought you dinner.”

“Say what?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You’ve got me on your side.”

“I don’t like you…. I love you.”

“I don’t want you… I need you.”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“You’re in danger.”

“You deserve better.”

“You’ve changed.”

“I think I’m in trouble.”

“You always find a way to surprise me.”

“You did what you had to do.”

“You have no idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“This is just great.”

“You’re here late.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“It’s just you and me.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

“Calm down.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh come on.”

“No one is perfect.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ll always be there for you.”

“Fair enough.”

“When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“You’re not crazy.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You believe me, don’t you?”

“Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

“Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t even know me.”

[autumnscribbles]

masterlist

hello friends i'm finally making a masterlist!! i left out old imagines that i don't really write for those people anymore but yeah!!

requests always open!! especially for colby/sam and the fisher boys since their sections be looking empty ;)

Love y'all!

Brad Simpson

secret's out

believe me

LA nights

after the show

rooftop

cheap wine

missing you

don't touch her

confessions

betrayal

friends

Colby Brock

lost

begin again

Conrad Fisher

secret

Jeremiah Fisher

TBD

[anitalorimer]

𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 | 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary | from the beginning, everything had been sunshine and rainbows, but now, all hangs on the line. after you and brad get into a heated argument and all is about to break, brad begs for your forgiveness.

pairings | brad simpson x fem!reader

warning | swearing, kissing, angst, fluff, mature themes, arguing

The room was tense, the air practically crackling with the charged energy of an argument that had escalated far beyond its original point. You and Brad had found yourselves in a heated dispute, your voices raised and words like arrows striking their mark. The once warm and cosy temperature of your shared apartment now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the remnants of your heated exchange.

The catalyst for the argument was a date that should been etched into Brad's memory: your birthday. Yet, he had forgotten, and the disappointment that washed over you was palpable, turning the day into an emotional battlefield.

"I can't believe you forgot, Brad!" Your voice quivered with a mix of sadness and anger, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I know, and I'm truly sorry," Brad's voice carried a weight of remorse, his expression a reflection of his regret. "It was thoughtless of me."

The argument had spiraled from there, unraveling years of shared memories, trust, and affection. The wounds you both inadvertently tore open during the heat of the dispute ran deep, leaving your relationship hanging in the balance.

Silence descended upon the room, both of you catching your breath, emotions still raw from the intensity of the argument. Brad's initial defensiveness had given way to genuine regret as he gazed at your tear-streaked face, the pain he had caused etched into your features.

"I never meant to hurt you like this," Brad's voice was laced with sadness and self-reproach, his own heartache evident in his eyes. "I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am."

You blinked, anger beginning to dissipate as you took in the depth of Brad's remorse. "Why didn't you just tell me if you were preoccupied? We could have made other plans together?"

Brad's shoulders slumped, and he took a cautious step forward, his gaze fixed on your eyes as he reached out, his fingers hovering in the space between you. "I should have communicated better. I let my own negligence overshadow how much you mean to me."

Your expression softened as you listened to Brad's confession. You could see his genuine remorse, a mirror to his own regrets and vulnerabilities.

"I wanted your birthday to be special, and I ended up ruining it," Brad continued, his voice heavy with regret. "I love you more than words could say, Y/N, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, your emotions in turmoil. Taking a tentative step forward, you closed the distance, and Brad enveloped you in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry too," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the weight of your own mistakes heavy on your conscience.

You held each other in silence, the weight of the argument and the pain gradually giving way to the warmth of your shared embrace. When you finally pulled apart, Brad cupped your tear-streaked face in his hands, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Brad's voice was a plea, his vulnerability laid bare.

You gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love there, the same love that had woven your lives together. With a shaky breath, you nodded.

"I forgive you, Brad."

Relief washed over Brad's features, and he pulled you into another tight hug, as if afraid to let you go.

From that moment on, you both vowed to communicate better, to treasure each other's emotions and cherish the time you had together. Your love proved unbreakable, even in the face of the darkest moments. As you both worked through your issues, your relationship emerged stronger, a vow to the power of forgiveness and the resilience of two hearts intertwined.

[bradsbabe]

For You | Brad Simpson pt 2.

Summary | You and Brad have been together for almost a year, you both are happy together. You are even going on tour with Brad and the other boys and you couldn't be more happy, but ever since you got those hate messages from some "fans" you try your hardest to stay happy and not ruin the tour for Brad and the boys.

Words | 1.52k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

***

“Why do you want to leave?” He asked.

“I feel like I made you mad and yeah I know I should have told you about the messages, but I thought if I ignored them and blocked them then they would leave me alone. So I think the best thing to do is go back home.” I said.

Brad sits on the bed quietly, his hands run through his curly hair and I can tell he is still irritated. 

“I'm not mad at you, just upset that you didn't come to me when all of this was happening, I told you I can put a stop to it, but you don't want me to. Why's that?

“Because I don't need you to fight my battles for me.” I blurted out. 

Brad gets up and walks to the door.

“B, I didn't mean it that way.” I said.

“Maybe, we should take a break from each other.” He said walking out of the hotel room.

Tears started to fall down my cheeks and I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in there, at this point I missed my flight, and I don't know what to do now.

***

“Hey, is everything okay?” Kirstie asked Brad.

“We kind of had a disagreement, and we are on a break.” Brad said in front of everyone.

Kirstie went to see if y/n was okay, but once she went into the hotel room she noticed that y/n was gone, but her suitcases and everything was still in the room, even her phone. James came into the room to check on y/n as well.

“Where is she?” James asked.

“I don't know, all of her stuff is still here, maybe she went to get fresh air.” Kirstie said.

***

I needed fresh air, away from everyone, to think things through. I didn't want it to end up like this Brad breaking up with me, all because I didn't tell him about his fans hating me, for what, I don't know exactly what for. Maybe dating a celebrity was a wrong thing, but I don't see Brad as a celebrity, I see him as a normal, fun, outgoing, down to earth guy, who loves to spend time with family and friends and do normal things. I saw a couple of fans still waiting at the place where the boys are performing at, I guess they have another meet and greet. A few of them noticed me and came walking up to me.

“Aren't you dating Brad?” One of the girls said. I just nod my head.

“We noticed there are a couple of fan pages that have been hating on you, but we just want you to know we love you, and we are sorry people are mean and cruel, and if it's okay can we take a picture with you?” Another girl said.

“Thank you, and of course.” I said.

I talked to them for a few more minutes. I wasn't going in the building, I decided to explore France, which I was supposed to be doing with Brad, but things changed. I saw a cute little café, I went in and ordered a coffee and just sat there enjoying the view.

***

Brad's trying to enjoy the meet and greet, but with everything going on he seems more irritated and even some of the fans have noticed. The same group of girls that met with y/n was next in line and they started to talk about y/n, and Brad overheard them talking about the drama between y/n and those fan pages. Brad decided to walk out of the meet and greet, he tried calling y/n, but it went straight to voice-mail. Brad walks back to the hotel hoping that you're still there so he can apologize for what happened. Once he gets in he sees you watching tv.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, I was mad at myself for not noticing what was happening, I don't want a break at all, I tried calling you, but I guess you don't want to talk to me. I wouldn't blame you. Brad said.

“I just came back in and my phone is dead, don't be mad at yourself, you didn't know, and I'm sorry for not telling you I just wanted you to have a fun tour, not have to worry about anything. I got you something. I saw this and thought of you.” I said grabbing a small box and handing it to Brad.

He opens it and inside is a small red heart necklace that I thought was cute for Brad. He immediately puts it on and hugs me.

“Thank you, I love it and I love you so fucking much.” Brad said.

He grabs my face gently and kisses me. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me. 

“I want you so bad, I need you now.” Brad said in between kisses.

“What are you waiting for then?” I said tugging on his shirt hinting him to take it off.

Before we got any further, there was a knock at the door.

“Just ignore it.” I said as I  unbuttoned his pants.

“Brad, open up.” James yelled.

Brad groans and gets up and button his pants. I fix myself and sit up from the bed. Brad opens the door and James and Kirstie come walking in.

“We were worried about you both, is everything okay.” James asked.

“Yes, we were actually in the middle of a TV show.” Brad lied. 

James looked at the tv and laughed, but before he got to say something Kirstie grabbed him and walked out of the room.

“We'll see you both in the morning.” She said pushing James out and closing the door. 

“Now where were we?” He asked, pushing me against the wall.

I started to unbutton his pants again, he was only in his boxers this time.

“It's your turn.” He said, pulling my shirt off of me.

"Make me yours.", I breathe out and his hands caress the length of my legs, pulling my pants down. He looks me in the eyes as his hands go back to my thighs. He grabs my thong, taking it off.

"You'll be mine after tonight". Brad says as he caresses my legs, pulling them apart gently, he drops to his knees, positioning his head between my legs. My cheeks burn and I gulp when his mouth starts kissing on my inner thighs, All of a sudden he stands up.

“Come on no teasing.” I whined. He picks me up and lightly throws me on the bed.

“There won't be any teasing.” He whispers.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” 

“No, but we should be fine without.” He said.

 He guides himself inside me, little by little like it was our first time. We both moan when it slides all the way in. He slowly slides in and out of me. He moves, as he's hovering over me, his arms on both sides of my head, and he buries his face into my neck, kissing and biting at my sweet spots. 

We end the night together in a relaxing warm bath.

“How about you and I go explore France together tomorrow.” 

“I'd love that.” I said snuggling into him.

Brad's phone rings and he gets up from the tub and wraps a towel around his waist and grabs his phone and answers it. The look on his face tells me it's bad news, I get out and wrap a towel around me and wait until he's done talking to whoever it is.

“What's wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing, just Joe telling me to be on my best behavior tomorrow night.” He said.

“That reminds me, I have to go tell the boys about one of the songs I added in.” He said.

***

Brad is walking to Joe's room, and knocks on the door waiting for him to let him in. Once he get in he pace back and forth.

“Could we possibly take it down?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, but it'll take some time to, don't worry we'll take it down, hopefully tomorrow y/n will not see it.” Joe said.

Brad's walking back to the room, once he walks in he sees y/n sound asleep. He covers her and kisses her forehead. Brad walks to Jame's room.

“Is everything okay?” James asked.

“Do you remember that night in Italy at the club?” Brad asked.

“Yeah, why.”

“Well someone sent out the video of me and tris and a group of girls, I don't remember it at all and well to me it looks bad like I cheated on y/n, and if she sees it, she'll break up with me. Joe's trying to take it down before y/n sees it.” Brad said.

“You did nothing wrong, I know it may look like that but y/n will not believe any of it. Trust me she loves you man, and we all know nothing happened during that time.” James said.

“I just hope y/n doesn't see it.” Brad said.

Author: Thank you for all the love on the first part! And I hope you all like this one as well!

[imaginesxthevamps]

Can you do something about Brad eat out his gf on a lazy, rainy day? something like them lying in bed and watching a movie, Brad starts teasing her by putting his hand in her panties and squeezing her boobs txc

Lazy Sunday | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 1.3k

Date: 25/03/2023

Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)

Warnings: smut (oral sex, f receiving, fingering), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, xreader, smut, fanfiction

A/N: Another smut saturday! I hope you like it! Requests are always welcome :)) ❤

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The rain is clattering down on the bedroom window. Outside the wind is gushing through the trees making them swing in all directions. The cold outside is a big contrast with the warmth inside the bedroom. You’re laying in bed with the covers over you. You’re sitting between Brad’s legs, your back resting against his chest. He is stroking your hair with his fingers which makes you feel relaxed. Your favourite rom-com is playing on the tv. Brad has let you choose the movie and with this weather, you were in the mood to watch a good old rom-com. Brad is trying to pay attention to the movie but it’s not his kind of deal when it comes to movies. All he can do is stare at you and brush through your hair with his fingers. 

‘I’m kinda too hot with the covers around me’, you say and pull them off you. 

You’re wearing one of Brad’s shirts with some sweatpants. Brad looks down on you and he sees the outline of your breasts through the shirt you’re wearing as you’re not wearing a bra. He diverts his eyes back on the tv but his mind is wandering off. His fingers are still stroking your hair but now they go from your hair to your arms. They brush lightly over your skin. You didn’t expect the sudden touch of his fingers on your skin and you get goosebumps. Brad rests his head against yours and kisses your neck slightly.

‘Brad what are you doing?’, you ask laughing. 

‘Distracting you’, he whispers in your ear and he sucks on your earlobe. 

‘I’m trying to watch a movie here’.

He ignores you and his fingers travel from your arms to your shoulders to your neck. With one finger he goes down over your shirt, letting it slip between your clothed breasts. Your breathing is starting to change from the excitement. His finger goes up again until it’s back on your shoulder. Now he rests his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage them. His lips are on your neck again, sucking at the skin. A sigh leaves your mouth. Brad sees that your nipples are getting hard through the shirt out of excitement.

‘Can’t you wait a little while until the movie is over?’, you whisper. 

‘You can concentrate on the movie, let me do the work’, he says. 

Your eyes are concentrated on the tv while you feel Brad’s hands on your body. His hands are caressing the sides of your breasts. He is slightly moving his hands until they are covering your breasts. Gently he starts massaging them, squeezing them a little bit. Suddenly he pinches your nipples through your shirt, making you gasp. With one finger he makes circles on your nipples making them more sensitive with the second. While he is massaging your nipples he continues kissing your neck. 

‘Take your shirt off baby’, he says. 

When you’ve taken your shirt off, Brad throws it across the room.

‘Much better sight’, he says.

While one of Brad’s hands stay on your breast, the other travels down to your belly. His index finger draws circles around your belly button. His hand moves further down as he slips his middle finger under your sweatpants. His finger goes over the skin of your lower belly, touching the fabric of your panties. Slowly you breathe in to control yourself. His actions are painfully slow which makes it hard to concentrate on the movie. His hand moves over your clothed pussy and he starts to slowly rub it through your panties. As he moves down he can feel the wet spot that has formed because of all the touching. 

‘You’re so wet already, do you like what I’m doing?’, he asks you in a husky voice. 

‘Yes, I like it a lot baby’

His hand moves up a little bit as he starts rubbing your clit. A sigh leaves your mouth and you close your eyes. He goes slow at first but picks up the pace. The wet spot in your panties is growing as pleasure radiates through your body. 

‘Can you still concentrate?’, Brad asks as he pushes harder on your clit. 

‘Fuck it Brad’, you say and you turn the tv off. 

Brad moves from underneath you and stands up. He walks until he is at the end of the bed. He grabs your legs and in a sudden move, he pulls you closer until your legs are hanging over the bed. He grabs your pants and panties at the same time and he pulls them down. They end up at the other side of the room just like your shirt. You’re laying in front of him completely naked. Brad sits down on his knees.

‘Spread those legs for me baby’, he says. 

You spread your legs a little wider. Brad places his hands on your thighs as he starts kissing your legs. He sucks on the skin of your inner thigh making you gasp. A red spot forms on that place and he does the same on your other leg. His tongue makes a trail down your leg, teasing you even more. Eventually, his tongue reaches your pussy. First, he slowly licks over your lips but then his tongue disappears between your folds. Your moans are getting louder. Your legs are closing because of the pleasure he gives you but Brad keeps them open by pushing his hands down hard on your thighs. He moves his face from between your legs and hovers over you. He pushes his lips onto yours and kisses you hard. His tongue enters your mouth and you can taste yourself. Brad moves his lips from your mouth to your neck. He starts sucking on your skin. Two of his fingers enter your pussy. He is sliding them in and out fast. Your moans are getting more erratic with every thrust of his fingers. He slips his fingers out of your pussy and stops kissing you. His head goes back between your legs and he starts sucking on your clit.

‘Fuck Bradley’, you moan out.

While he continues sucking your clit, his fingers thrust into you again. Your hands find their way to his hair. You’re grabbing him by his curls. With his hand, you try to push him even closer to your pussy. You feel a knot building up in your lower belly, indicating that you’re close. 

‘Brad, I’m gonna cum’, you moan loudly.

‘Let it go baby, cum for me’, Brad says and continues sucking your clit.

One of your hands is grasping his curls while the other is grasping the sheets. The knot that has been building up in your lower belly explodes as pleasure waves through your body. Your eyes are closed and you try to catch your breath. Brad gives your pussy one last kiss before he stands up. 

‘Fuck Brad, why are you so good at this’

Brad laughs at your comment. He takes your hands and pulls you up so you’re sitting. He crouches down in front of you.

‘I need to take care of you my love’

You smile as you pull at his hands so he falls on you. You smile at him while your hands go through his curls. You connect your lips with his in a passionate kiss, your lips moving in sync with each other. 

‘I think I have to clean myself up, I need a shower’, you say while holding his face.

‘Maybe we should make that a round two?’, Brad teases you. 

‘You’re so eager today Bradley’, you laugh. 

‘It’s not like we have something else to do with this weather'

Brad gets off of you and pulls you with him. He picks you up and you lay your arms around his neck as he carries you to the bathroom…

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The Vamps requests are open

[just-my-type-x]

Honey, You Got All Of Me

Smut

Part 1 here

✨ Inspired by Nasty by Russ, if u wanna listen to it while reading

✨ Combined with: idk if u take requests or not but can u please write something abt brad having a breeding kink?

~

We enter the house and i take off my shoes, sitting on the couch, where Brad joins me. We spend some time calming down after the huge rush we've been into ever since leaving the restaurant and after the whole fight with Brad, we decide to take a minute to really feel like ourselves.

"Do you want to stay the night? You already have a pj here", i offer and stand up off the couch

"Yeah, that sounds good, i do", he gives me a quick, warm smile

"I'm gonna go take a shower and change, i'll meet you in my bedroom", i go upstairs and close the bathroom door behind me and i turn on the hot water before i take off my clothes. I close the glass door of the shower cabin and i hear the bathroom door open, revealing a shirtless Brad. "What are you doing?", i giggle as he hurries himself to get his pants and boxers off

"Making up for earlier", he smiles and enters the shower cabin, grabbing me by the waist and glueing our bodies together as he's kissing me, his tongue pressing on mine, our kisses blissfuly syncing. As the water is running down our bodies, he presses my back on the cold tiles, making me moan at the sudden cold touch. "Mmm, such a beautiful sound", he moans into the kiss and starts kissing down my neck and collarbones, down my stomach and finally between my legs. I suck in a breath when his tongue licks between my folds, the warm feeling making my head rest on the tiles while Brad's tongue works on my swollen clit. I grab a handful of his curls to keep his head in one place and he takes my leg and positions it on his shoulder, so he would have more access to my pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Bradley, just like that", i moan, looking down at him, who was sucking and nibbling on my clit, making me weak in my knees. "I'm close", the words barely come out and i feel him smile, picking up his pace, sending me over the edge. My whole body trembles and Brad stands up and holds me in a hug, his hand on the small of my back, kissing me slowly, my fingernails running down his back, leaving red marks on their way down.

"I want you, love", he almost whispers and looks me deep in my eyes.

"I want you too, Bradley"

"No, not like i normally want you. I want to fuck you. Bareback.", my cheeks heat up and his eyes study my every feature for a second reaction.

"Are you sure? I'm not on any kind of pill", his eyes sparkle with lust and bites his lip, burying his head in the crook of my neck

"I know, and it drives me crazy. I want to fuck you so bad, to feel every single angle of you.", Brad groans and bites on my earlobe. I hold back a moan as i start smirking. "To cum inside you..", he kisses my jaw, making his way up to my lips and then back to my neck and chest.

"I never thought you'd be the type with a breeding kink", i feel his smile on my skin as he presses a wet kiss on my neck, leaving goosebumps behind

"I heard you like surprises", his voice is lower than usual and he sends shivers down my spine. He turns me around, so my chest is pressed on the tiles, his fingers tracing down my back and over my ass, offering a slap on each cheek. Brad grabs me by my hips and positions me closer to his body, being able to feel his hard length pressed on my ass. He bends me over, allowing him to slip in me with ease.

The skin on skin feeling is driving me crazy and Brad's moans make me believe he also enjoys it. His thrusts are hard and almost hungry, wishing for more. His fingers dig deep into my hips, helping himself get a grip to thrust in me in a constant manner.

"Oh my God, y/n, you're so fucking good", Brad moans and let's go of my hips, only to grab on my hair. I support myself on my arms, having them on the wall in front of me. "Look at you doing such a good job, wrapping your pussy around my bare dick", he looks down at the way his dick slides in and out of me, each time becoming wetter and wetter. "You're taking me so well, you deserve a crown. Fuck, love, you're so wet for me.", i moan at his words and his grip intensifies on my hair. "You like it, don't you?", he smirks and kisses my back, letting go of my hair and grabbing my hips. "I may not be the only one enjoying this scenario".

"I might get addicted to fucking raw", i smile sweetly, turning my head for him to see me. With a groan, he starts thrusting hard again

"Mmm, such a good girl", after a few more thrusts, Brad's movements become sloppier and i feel his dick hardening. "I'm so close, are you sure you're ok with this?", he asks out of breath, supporting his head on my shoulder.

"Mhm", i manage to say as i feel myself getting closer to the edge too. With a groan, Brad cums inside me, biting on my shoulder to hold back his moans. I cum soon after him and i whimper as he rides both of our highs, feeling sensitive. I turn off the water that's been running this whole time and i sit down in the shower, Brad copying me. Breathing heavily, we sit next to each other, trying to calm ourselves down. "You made me see stars", i chuckle and he laughs

"You made me want to put a baby in you, i think you win no matter what", we both laugh and he kisses my forehead. "This felt incredible", he holds his head on the tiles

"Oh, yeah. I think i want a second round", i bite my lip and Brad's eyes scan my face to see if I'm joking or not.

"Y/N.. ", he warns and i smile devilishly at him

[moonlighttheravenqueen]

It's been too long / Bill denbrough x reader

For the most sweetest writer and amazing writer @bowieandqueen11 ! And yes I'm back!

I sat in my room just looking at the wall thinking of everything that's happened since I've been back in derry. I decided to take a walk when I heard someone talking,

"I'm so....so sorry.....G-G-Georgie..." He said breaking down, I knocked on the door,

"Bill what's going on?" He opened the door and his eyes were puffy red,

"Bill, if you think Georgie's death was your fault, it wasn't. And you know he wouldn't want you to blame yourself bill." I said sitting down and he just broke down

"Bill, Georgie's wouldn't want you to think that way"

"How do-do you know that!? He probably t-thinks I'm a horrible brother!" He yelled throwing his cup at the wall which broke.

"I lost my sister and do you think I don't blame myself for it!?" I snapped. Bill looking at me surprised,

"W-What? You never told me that."

"Because it happened last year and i don't even feel like myself anymore. We got into fight and she went for a walk, and hours went by and then the next thing I knew, the cops came telling my family she die and her death was caused by getting hit car, but when I came back home I started having sleep paralysis and all I see is her." I said falling to floor crying, bill sits next me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I am s-s-so sorry Y/N, I've got you and I'm so sorry I snapped at you"

"It's okay, it's not I haven't seen you get mad like how you did a Richie when he took your favorite comic." I said making him laugh,

"Or what about w-when I made you m-m-mad when you that bad haircut and I tried not to laugh a-and you got really mad" I laughed, "God, it's been too long."

"You r-really look beautiful still." I paused looking at him, "I didn't mean t-that! Wait yes I d-did! Wait i-" I cut him off by kissing him.

"And your eyes are still as beautiful as ever, yes I had a crush on you but I just never said and now all these memories are making back."

He grabbed my hips pulling me onto the bed, I put my hands in his hair and he started taking off his shirt without breaking the kiss but someone was knocking on the door, bill sighed and getting up,

"I love you Y/N"

"Love you too bill denbrough"

"Let's pick this up when I get back"

"See ya later loser." I smiled.

[triptuckers]

hello! I’ve decided to start another writing blog. I didn’t keep up with my previous one so I hope this one doesn’t turn out like that. I’m going to write again because I have lots of free time and a lot on my mind so I need some kind of distraction. I’ll post a list of characters I write for and some house rules soon so stay tuned!! and if there are any questions my ask box is always open!

[fallingforel]

Hi can i request prompts 9, 10, 16 & 20 w Brad Simpson? Could be kinda angsty but also fluff please

A/n I've been so slow recently a lot has been going on but I'm slowly working through requests so here it is and lets get on with the showwww 😅😅😅

prompts 9,10,16 & 20 “I could never leave you behind.”, “Come with me.” “Drop the attitude.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

words: 1,835

It was a great night, Brad performing to a sold out arena show, with his best mates by his side. It was honestly such a pinch me moment for all of us 20,000 people out there tonight. I had been there for all of it, I didn't mean to give them their break It happened when I was working for EMI I mentioned that my boyfriend had a band one day when he asked what my plans was and said that I was watching my boyfriends band performed, he came that night and then offered them a record deal and it just happened in a whirlwind.

But as I was saying it was a good night...until it wasn't Brad had bought out Sabrina, the one girl I didn't get along with. She made it her mission to break me and Brad up, but it didn't work. However when he was up there with her it hurt me because he seemed so in love with her when they were singing together. Ultimately, I knew it wasn't the truth but I'm a chronic overthinker and it's things like this that send me into overdrive with my overthinking.

Brad didn't know I was here tonight, thinking that I had to work late tonight. So that just made it worse, I was genuinely working late but as I work at his record label and everyone knew I was his girlfriend, Kirstie my bestfriend in the workplace, took over my work so that I could surprise him tonight.

However, I still went backstage to congratulate everyone, I still cared and who was I to turn down a drink with my best mates? They deserved it especially after coming down from a tempestuous high. Alcohol and good music in the green room was the best way to do this, so I went to go find them.

"JAMES!" I shouted spotting the tall blonde boy from a few metres infront of me, "Y/N! what are you doing here? Brad told us you were at work." "well I was. But Kirstie took over my work so that I could be here tonight knowing it was your o2 show tonight. You guys did so good!" I said ending my sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. "Kirstie is so good to you, you'll have to bring her to one of our concerts sometime! I know we'd all love to meet her" "Oh James! She'd love that. Not to mention you two would be perfect for eachother!" "well, that gives you even more reason to bring her round. C'mon drinks are calling our names. May I?" He asks politely making a loop with his arm on his hip. Gesturing for me to link my arm in his, which I nod to.

After just a few twists of the hallway we were at the green room and as soon as I opened the door noticing Brad and Sabrina laughing together, all close as well. But, I was soon distracted by Connor and Tris shouting "Y/N!" at me, followed by both of them wrapping their arms around me. After niceties were made I soon had a vodka cranberry passed to me by Brad, followed by a kiss where he went in for the lips but I turned my head, so it landed on my cheek. Brad clearly upset by it said "Drop the attitude, Y/n. It's not the look you think it is" "yeah it is, especially when I'm pissed off at you" which earnt a few oohs from the other lads in the room which made Brad go off to the balcony where Sabrina fled to when I entered the room.

"Hey Y/n" James said sitting next to me, after watching my face drop when Brad left the room to join Sabrina. "You know you have nothing to worry about right?" "really? Cause you say that...but." I say leaving it up for guesses before being dragged up by Connor to join them in dancing to whatever random song was playing.

After a few songs I had to refill my drink it was a bit too empty for my liking. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?" James asks scaring me because I didn't hear him approaching me due to the loud music that was playing right now. "Nothing that concerns you. You have nothing to worry about Jamesy. Brad and I are fine. Dandy in fact."

"You see. You can't get away with saying that you and Brad are dandy because dandy's your truth hiding word." "Truth hiding word?" "Everyone has one... Tristan's is honestly, Connor's is haha, you know that sarcastic laugh he has?" he asks which earns a nod from me. "Thats his. Brad's is fine. And yours is Dandy." "Whats yours?" "C'mon you seriously don't know? I'm your best mate! surely you know!" "Yeah I do, Its okay. You always say it with a frown on your face. THAT'S yours. I was just testing you Jamesy" I say patting him on the shoulder before walking off to rejoin the party. "That's true, you tricked me! You're trying to change the subject! Don't walk off from me!" "JUST DID MCVEY!" I say while putting my middle finger over my shoulder.

As soon as I rejoined the party (just Tristan and Connor) I felt a force pull me down and my arse hit something soft... which was the sofa, and the force being James "now come on tell me, what's really going on with you and Brad?" "fine but not here...out the room" "okay" is all he says before he's pulling me up from the sofa and pulling me out of the room.

"spill." "Ever since Brad met Sabrina they've always been close, she's tried to break us up, It's clear she feels the same way I feel about him. And what was I supposed to think tonight when she was up there with all you, with Brad singing lovingly, him too. At the one concert I wasn't supposed to be at. How do you think that makes Brad look" "Bad..." is all he replies with realising how it all looks.

"like he's cheating on me, and I know he probably isn't but it's the way it looks James. What else am I supposed to think? How else am I supposed to react? like everything is A-okay between us? I think not... I'm never gonna act that way because I'm not what she is." "Which is what?" "fake blonde and fake as fuck...Now let's get back I need Connor and Tristan to bring my mood back up" which earns a laugh from James before we walk back into the room where Brad and Sabrina had now joined them dancing.

"Y/n!" Brad exclaims before he's pulling me into the dancefloor. which I pull away from and slump on the sofa. James joins them though, switching places with Brad who joins me on the sofa. "You don't seem like yourself tonight, Y/n" Is what he says breaking the ultimate silence between us not the room.

"mmh, wonder why you think when you've only been in the same room as me for all of 5 minutes, before running off with SaBrInA" "Oh come on Y/n I went out for air, And she was helping me set up something" "what for the two of you?" "no for you and I." he says which makes me tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" he takes my hand and pulls me off the sofa still holding my hand before dragging me out to the balcony, where it was set up with a little table with a red gingham print table cloth and red wine on either side, fairy lights keeping the light so we could actually see what was going on. "You did all this for me?" "I kinda knew you'd be here tonight, I asked Kirstie if she could get you away, I knew I needed you to not be near me the whole night so I thought I'd act like I was with Sabrina the whole night and act dumbfounded. I needed to set all this up." I shove his side lightly. "You idiot, I hate you," "You love me." "You're right I do. Unfortunately." "OH come on it's not that unfortunate sweetheart." "Damn! why do you have to be right everytime!" is all I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss on his lips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away. "There is actually a reason I did all this though." Is all he says before he drops down slowly onto one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.

and I'm saying yes before I even realise how old I am, though I don't think it ever mattered between Brad and I how young we are.

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1 year later

"I understand you have both written vows, Brad if you'd like to say yours to Y/n first?"

"Y/n ever since we were little I always said that I'd be there through everything even if I didn't understand what it meant just hearing our mums say it to eachother meant it must be important, when we got to 11 I didn't realise I was in love with you until you were on your first date with some guys name I don't remember, then at 14 you confessed that you loved me and thought you always had. What you didn't realise was that every night I was secretly praying to whoever was listening up above to make you in love with me too and it happened. Then at 16 you gave me my big break at your internship with EMI and she thought I would leave her behind. But Y/n darling I could never leave you behind. and here we are at 20 together, 6 long years of us being in a relationship. 20 years of friendship and we've been through everything together, And I'm still going to be here together through everything"

"Brad, where do I even begin? Even though I say James is my bestfriend, you are, you always have been, but you've been more than that. At 7, my mum told me that a husband should be your bestfriend someone that doesn't feel like a chore to be with, someone you'd rather spend time with than be away from. And that's exactly what you've been from the very beginning. Even though we're only 20 right now I know we're it for eachother, we'll be both lasts and firsts and I think that's how we're made to be, together or apart I'll love you forever" Is all I say before he's pulling me in for a kiss and dipping me down. Earning a standing ovation from everyone and making the couples kiss. Safe to say, we bought Kirstie and James together, because front row they were kissing for the first time.

[autumnscribbles]

after the show | b.s

summary: brad finishes a great show in London, and after he loses the adrenaline and excitement, he just wants to be close to his favourite person.

word count: 918

A/n: thank you to the anon that requested this!!! i love fluffy brad! you guys are the best, all the requests in my inbox are so cute so feel free to keep them coming!

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The roar of the crowd continued as the boys ran off stage, the four of them cheering as well. Their show at the O2 in London was insane, and the adrenaline was coursing through their veins.

“That was sick!” Tristan screamed, all of them agreeing in the form of cheers and hugs.

“Absolutely insane,” Brad agreed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He loved the feeling he got right after he walked off the stage at a show. The energy of the crowd would continue to feed off him for a while, and he would just continue to think about how much fun he had with the boys on stage performing for their wonderful fans.

They ran down the hall backstage to get to the dressing room, chugging water and getting undressed from their stage clothes, ready to be in something more comfortable. Brad couldn’t wipe the grin off his face, but as he looked around the room he wished you were there. You wanted to come to the London show so badly, but you needed to pick up a late shift at work so promised Brad you would have a nice night in together once he got home.

“Alright boys,” Brad said, wrapping his arms around all of them. “I’m gonna head out, the lady is waiting.”

“Have a good night,” Connor said while patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, don’t be too knackered.”

“No promises,” Brad winked, grabbing his jacket that he had flung over the back of the chair as he headed out.

The adrenaline was still pretty high as he made his way back to your place together, his ears ringing as he sat in silence. It was always a weird feeling, going from the loud music and cheering to a silent car, or a silent room. It was a stark contrast and Brad sometimes found it hard to adjust. He replayed the night in his mind, still smiling to himself.

*

You sat on the couch, a blanket thrown over your lap and a cup of tea in your hand as you watched a Christmas movie. You felt cozy and warm and were happy to be done work. You looked at your phone to check the time, expecting Brad to be home soon. You were excited to see him and were disappointed that you had to miss the show tonight. You adored watching Brad on stage. The way he exuded such confidence, such joy and positive energy, it radiated off him.

You heard the door open and smiled, looking over your shoulder to see him walk through the door.

“Hey baby,” you grinned. “How was it?”

You beckoned him over to you, and he flopped onto the couch next to you, immediately taking your hand into his. His rings felt cold for a moment, but your hands quickly warmed up together.

“It was amazing,” he smiled. “I wish you were there.”

“Me too,” you pouted. “But I’ll be at the next one, I promise.”

“Can’t wait,” he grinned.

“Want some tea?” you asked, moving the blanket so you could get up and make him one.

“Yes please, babe,” he said, his soft brown eyes melting your heart. “And one of those ginger biscuits you buy that I love so much?”

“Of course,” you laughed, placing the blanket over him and walking to the kitchen to boil the kettle and get the biscuits.

You were able to see the couch from the kitchen, and watched as Brad pulled his knees up and rested his head down on the arm of the couch. He always got sleepy after a show once his adrenaline depleted. He would crash and just want to cuddle on the couch.

You poured the tea and grabbed the cookies, making your way back to where Brad was. You set the mug on the table beside yours and placed the cookies down as well.

“Tired?” you asked, sitting back down beside him.

“Come here,” he mumbled, opening up the blanket inviting you in.

You lay down, cuddling into him as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against yours.

“You have the post show cuddles?” you joked, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, squeezing you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved holding his hands, they made you feel safe.

“Can I stay here forever?” he asked.

“I wish,” you giggled. “Want your tea?”

“Just want to hold you,” he smiled sleepily, brushing his fingers across your cheek.

You loved when he got like this. For some reason, when he had an adrenaline crash he wanted nothing more than to be close to you, touching you everywhere and holding you close. It made you feel warm. Safe. Happy.

“Are you gonna do this even when I go to the show tomorrow?” you teased.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’m gonna do this all the time.”

He sat up reluctantly, sipping his tea and eating his biscuit, smiling blissfully. He turned to your, placing his hands on either side of your face and pressing his lips to your forehead, and then your lips.

“You’re my favourite person in the whole world,” he told you sincerely.

“And you’re mine,” you smiled, kissing him again.

He lay in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his curls, listening to the slowing and deepening of his breathing as he dozed off, drained from an amazing night.

[reclusive-pessimist]

Bradley Will Simpson and Thomas Stanley Holland are the same guy in two different fonts. try and change my mind.

it's not even embarrassing how much i love them. like- look at them, how can you not?

[bradsbabe]

For You | Brad Simpson pt 1.

Summary | You and Brad have been together for almost a year, you both are happy together. You are even going on tour with Brad and the other boys and you couldn't be more happy, but ever since you got those hate messages from some "fans" you try your hardest to stay happy and not ruin the tour for Brad and the boys.

Words | 1.67k

pairings | brad simpson x fem reader

warning | kissing, mature themes, arguing

Sometimes dating someone who is known isn't too bad. I have been going out with Bradley Simpson from The Vamps for almost a year now and he is the most amazing person ever, but some of the fans don't like my relationship with Brad. I have been getting tons of dms from a lot of fan pages asking me why haven't Brad broke up with me yet, or you definitely aren't his type, also ones like ew you're so ugly why is he with you. I try to ignore them, but I can't. 

I heard the door open and I quickly ran upstairs to the bedroom to hide for a bit until my face wasn't puffy and red from crying. I swear I try not to let those comments get to me, but I'm me, I'm a bit insecure with myself, and I ask the same question they do. Does he really deserve me, like I'm not no supermodel or I'm not a singer, I'm just normal.

“Y/n, I have a surprise for you, can you come in the kitchen?” Brad said with excitement. 

“Uhm, yeah I will be right down in a min, I'm finishing getting dressed.” I lied to give my puffy red eyes more time to go away.

After a moment went by I headed downstairs to the kitchen and saw a bouquet of my favourite flowers Japanese Cherry Blossom and of course my favourite chocolates. 

“I love them, Thank you, but what's the occasion?” I said, hugging him.

“Well, we are going on tour next week, and I want you to come along with me.” He asked, cupping my face. “And I know how much you want to travel, so here's your chance.

“I'd be happy to.” I said kissing him.

***

“Are you excited!” Kirstie asked. I have known Kirstie way before The Vamps were a thing, when I came to the UK for a school thing I bumped into her and the rest well was history, she even introduced me to The Vamps and well Brad was and is my favourite as you can tell.

“Yeah, and nervous, I hate planes, and knowing we will be on them for this whole tour, makes me think twice.” I said packing my clothes.

“Don't worry we are here with you, I bet Brad will keep you occupied.” She said. 

“Can I tell you something and promise you won't tell Brad a thing, not even the other boys.” I said, she nods her head.

“Well have you ever got hate messages from fans, because this one account keeps messaging me and telling me hateful words.” I showed her the messages and she read them.

“Oh my god, why haven't you told Brad, you know he can put a stop to this, you shouldn't have to worry about things like this.” She said.

“I can't, I don't want him to know that he has some “fans” that do things like this, I just block them when they send me hate messages. Besides, I want him to be happy and stress free during the tour.” I said finishing packing.

“Well if they keep up, you're going to have to tell Brad.” She said getting up to hug me.

“Awe look at the besties.” Brad said, walking in. “Are you two ready, we have to go now.” He continued. We nod and he grabs my suitcase and we head to the Uber. James, Kirstie, Brad and myself are riding together to the airport. Of course I have the middle seat sadly. I felt my phone buzz and it was yet another fan page messaging me. I tried to hide my phone away from Brad so that he wouldn't see what they said. This one is all about how I shouldn't be seen with Brad because I am just a nothing and that I should leave the UK and go back home, and they wish that Brad would go back with his ex girlfriend again. I felt the tears coming and I turned my phone off and I just stayed quiet during the ride to the airport.

“Hey is everything okay?” Brad asked, getting out of the car. 

“Yeah.” I lied, I'm not going to let him know his so called fans are picking on me and have him have a bad tour, I want him to enjoy this tour, even if that means I have to try and not let those fans get to me.

Once we got settled on the plane, I decided to take a nap. I'm so exhausted, and it helps my nerves as well.

“Hey Brad has y/n said anything to you lately?” Kirstie asked.

“No, what about?” Brad asked, concerned.

“About how excited she is going on tour.” Kirstie lied. “Well I should go see if James needs anything. She continued and walked away.

Brad settles down and pulls out his phone and turns it on. He sees so many messages popping up, he notices it was y/n and sees a message pop up from a fan calling her ugly. He opens it and sees multiple messages hating on y/n. He looks beside him and sees you sleeping. He starts blocking all the pages that have messaged you.

***

“Okay here we are.” Brad said, opening up the hotel door. 

Brad pulls me in a hug and the smell of his aftershave is amazing that I can just stay in this hug for hours. Brad starts kissing my neck, sucking on the skin. He knows it turns me on.

“Don't we have to meet the guys.” I asked.

“Yeah later, I finally have you all to myself.” He said taking off his shirt, but before we got to do anything else there was a knock on the door. He grunted while putting his shirt back on. I sat on the bed and Brad opened the door and Tristan came walking in.

“We have been waiting for 5 minutes. Are you two ready?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I said standing up walking towards the door. 

“We'll finish that tonight.” Brad whispered. I couldn't help but to smile.

Once we met up with the guys, we headed out to explore France, but before we got out of the hotel there were some fans waiting for the boys. I stayed inside not wanting to be near any of them in case someone might say something about mine and Brad's relationship.

“Where's y/n?” One of the fans said.

Brad walked back in and saw me sitting on the chair.

“Is everything okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah…”

“I know about some of the fans messaging you hateful things.” He blurted out.

“Kirstie told you?” I said.

“No I had your phone thought it was mine and messages came popping up. I'm going to write something to them all to leave you alone.” He said.

“No, don't just leave it alone.” I said.

“What, no I'm going to say something, have you read any of those messages?” He said.

“Yes, I know, but just ignore it. I have been blocking them.” I said.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“A couple of months.” I said.

“What, and when were you going to tell me?” He said, angry.

“After the tour…” I said sadly.

“I didn't want you to worry and get upset, I wanted you to have fun on tour.” I continued. 

“Well I'm not now, come on let's go through the back.” He said.

***

“Why does Brad look irritated?” Kirstie said sitting next to me at the bar.

“He found out about the fans, and is pissed because I didn't tell him when it first started.” I said.

Brad and I haven't talked the whole night, and I decided to leave early. I get that he's upset but not wanting to talk is a different thing. I decided to stay the night with Kirstie and James, give Brad some time alone.

The next day Kirstie and I decided to watch them rehearse. Everyone noticed the difference in Brad, he was having a rough rehearsal.

“I should have just stayed home.” I told Kirstie.

“What, why?” She asked.

“Brad isn't having a fun tour. Everyone knows the difference in him, he was fine before, now he's irritated and in a bad mood, because of me.” I said.

“No, it's those so called fans.” Kirstie said.

“I'm going back to the hotel.” I said walking away.

“Where are you going?” Brad said.

“Back to the hotel room.” I said.

“So now you're going to ignore me?” He asked, getting frustrated.

“I'm not ignoring you, I just think me being here was a mistake.” I blurted out.

“Well if that's what you think then by all means go.” He said.

I didn't say anything, because some fans were coming in to watch the boys rehearse. I looked back at Brad already on stage doing what he does best. Tears started coming down and I saw Kirstie running towards me. She brought me in a hug and I just broke down more. She walked me back to the hotel and helped me pack my things. She tried all she could to stop me from leaving, but I think Brad and I needed some space. I didn't want him to be frustrated while on tour. I want him to have fun and enjoy it, rather than fighting with me over some fans. Kirstie stayed with me until the Uber came to pick me up.

“Are you sure you want to leave, how about stay with James and I.” She said.

“I think it's best if I leave.” I said.

As we walked out the guys were walking down the hall they all looked confused, even Brad.

“Are you leaving?” Brad said.

“Yeah, I think it was a mistake coming, I caused things and I think it's best if I leave, besides I want you all to have fun and enjoy this tour.” I said.

“Can we talk in private?” Brad said, walking me to the room.

Author: hello hope everyone liked this if so ill write more!

[imaginesxthevamps]

OI OIII

can you do a smut about Brad getting a blowjob and him moaning and gasping???

Adventures on a boring party | Brad Simpson

Word count: +/- 2.1k

Date: 26/03/2023

Proofread: yes (language and grammar mistakes can still be present)

Warnings: smut (oral sex, m receiving), swearing

Tags: Brad Simpson, The Vamps, imagine, x reader, fanfiction, one shot, smut

A/N: Hello hello, I hope you like it :)) Thanks for your requests!!❤

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Brad gets out of his car, locking it up while walking away. The gravel rustles under his shoes as he is walking towards the building. In front of him there is an old but beautiful castle. A red carpet is rolled down the stairs which lead to the front door. He walks up the stairs which are also lit up by torches. A security man asks his identity to which Brad replies with his name. As he enters the building he can hear classical music echoing through the halls of the castle. With a sigh, he enters the ballroom where the event is taking place. He got an invitation from Jaguar, the car company, to this fancy party. Tomorrow there is a race not so far from the castle and they wanted to unite all the biggest car sports fans the evening before. It’s an exclusive party for sponsors, influencers, shareholders and the important people who work in the racing world. It has everything that an exclusive and fancy party should have: fancy food, classical music, and people in suits and fancy dresses. Despite all of it Brad is really not in the mood for such a fancy party although he has no choice. 

Brad takes a glass of champagne from a tray and takes a sip. His eyes are scanning the room to see if he recognises anyone. With another sigh, he tries to mingle with the other people. This is really not his scene so he doesn’t know what to do. Should he talk to people or not? 

‘You’re Brad Simpson right?’, someone taps him on the shoulder.

‘Yes, that’s me’

‘Nice to meet you, I’m Jason, one of the racers’, he introduces himself.

‘Nice to meet you Jason, so are you ready for tomorrow?’

‘Oh yeah I am, I’m also not staying long, I need a good night's sleep’

‘Wish I could say the same’

‘You don’t like these parties?’

‘No, it’s not really my thing but I don’t really have a choice since I’m sponsored’

‘Yeah I get that, just try to enjoy it a little bit, at least try the food, it’s the best part’, Jason laughs. 

‘Maybe I should do that then’

‘I have to go, good luck mate, it was great meeting you’

‘Yeah, you too’

As Jason leaves Brad takes another sip of his glass. Following the guy's advice he makes his way to the table where the food is stalled out. He takes a few things to eat and he needs to admit that the food is not bad. He drinks from his champagne before trying some other things. When his glass is empty he takes another one from a tray. 

Brad turns around and decides to leave the ballroom. He walks down one of the castle halls where it is quiet. A few people smile at him when they walk by. In the distance, he sees a girl who is staring at a painting that’s hanging on a wall. Her silhouette and her long hair look familiar. He steps closer and more of her features become visual. 

‘Y/N?’, he asks surprised.

You turn around and you can’t believe your eyes. You can’t believe that he is standing here in front of you. It’s been years since you’ve seen him. If you remember correctly it’s 5 years ago since you’ve seen each other. Both of you were 22 at the time. You had a fling with Brad, not something really serious. Your relationship back then was more focused on sex and pleasure but you were young. Neither of you had ended things back then, you just grew apart. Brad went on a world tour and you went to study on the other side of the world. The contact was lost. 

‘Brad? What are you doing here’, you ask surprised.

‘I got an invitation for this party, what are you doing here?’

‘My dad works in racing’

‘Yeah that’s right’

You can see that Brad is taking all of you in. His eyes are scanning over your body. He is looking at how your tight black dress is embracing your curves. He bites his lip slightly. You can’t also keep yourself from looking at him. You can see how his shoulders got broader just like his arms and chest. It’s only now that you realise how you’ve missed those chocolate brown curls. You swallow which Brad notices.

‘Maybe we should go back to the party’, you say. 

Brad follows you back to the ballroom. When you enter it you see your dad. He is smiling and coming your way. 

‘Hi Brad! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!’, He says and gives Brad a brotherly hug. 

Your father and Brad always got along well. When he was at your house they would laugh and joke the whole evening. If they didn’t talk about cars they would talk about golf as your dad is also a golf fan. Luckily someone starts talking to your dad which gives you the opportunity to pull Brad away from your dad. You’re not really in the mood to listen to a conversation all night that only involves cars and golf. 

‘What are we going to do now?’, Brad asks.

‘Dance?’

‘We’re surely not going to slow dance on this music’, Brad sighs.

‘Oh we are, you've got a better idea?’, you smile and you pull him to the place where a few other couples are slow dancing. 

Brad takes you by the waist to dance. It feels weird to be here with him but it’s more fun than staring at a few paintings. 

‘So, how have you been?’, Brad asks.

‘Good, I finished uni in California and now I’m working for a company in London. How have you been doing?’

‘We’re celebrating the band’s 10-year anniversary this year, it’s been going well

You smile at him not really knowing what to say. He is looking extremely hot and all you can think of his how much fun you two had back then. To be honest it was the best time of your life. Sometimes the two of you would do reckless things like driving around in the middle of the night or exploring places you weren’t really allowed to do that. 

‘I’m bored’, you say.

‘You were the one who wanted to dance’, Brad laughs.

‘What if we go discover this castle?’

‘Are we allowed to?’

‘I don’t know but do we care?’

Brad smiles and both of you leave the ballroom again through the same door. You’re wandering through the halls of the castle. The details of the interior are impressive. You open a door that makes a lot of noise. Brad looks at you with a scared face.

‘Y/N, do you really want people to hear us?’

‘Oh come on Brad, you weren’t so scared when we did this years ago’

Brad sighs as you walk into a big room. You guess it’s a big dining room as there is a long table with chairs. Brad follows you as you inspect the room. You touch a statue and you hear Brad sigh again behind you.

‘Please, you’re going to break something’

To provoke him you sit down on the table and Brad rolls his eyes. He stands before you and you take his hands in yours in an impulsive action. Brad looks surprised but he doesn’t let go of your hands. You pull him closer until he is standing between your legs. 

‘I’ve missed you Bradley’, you say. 

‘I’ve missed you too y/n’

Brad stares into your eyes and you bite your lip. Your fingers are playing with his and you can feel the contrast between his warm fingers and his cold rings. Brad’s eyes never leave yours and it feels like time stands still. It feels like you and Brad are the only people on this world. Brad can’t handle it anymore and pushes his lips onto yours. His warm lips are moving against yours and you can taste the champagne on them. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan in the kiss. Unaware you pull Brad closer to you and you’re grinding against his crotch. The anticipation is building up as the kiss is getting more heated. You can feel Brad getting hard which turns you on.

‘We should take this to another place’, Brad says out of breath.

‘The guests are staying in the other wing, I have a room there to stay the night’, you say. 

You take Brad’s hand and make your way to the other wing. To go there you have to pass the ballroom again as it is on the other side. The halls on this side of the castle are more restored and the rooms are furnished as hotel rooms. You open the door of your room and walk in. You close the door when both of you are in. You turn around to Brad again and you start kissing him again. Your hand is going over his length which becomes even harder under your touch. 

Gently you push Brad onto the bed so he is sitting at the end of it. You walk towards him and sit on your knees. You unbutton his pants and Brad helps you to get out of his pants and boxers. His dick is hard and almost touches his belly. Slowly your hand moves over his length and you get wet only looking at his dick. Brad is looking at you with his eyes filled with lust and you look at him while you take his cock into your mouth. You start to suck on the tip and Brad closes his eyes. You take it further into your mouth while you go up and down. Brad moans and throws his head back. You try to take his whole dick into your mouth but it’s difficult because of how big he is. You take him out of your mouth again and you pump him with your hand. Pre-cum is coming out of the tip and as soon as you take him back into your mouth you can taste it. 

'Fuck y/n, your lips always feel so good around my dick', Brad moans. 

While you're sucking on Brad's cock, your hand is going up and down at the base of it, giving him extra pleasure. To add to that you start to gently play with his balls with your other hand. Brad gasps from all the pleasure you're giving him. 

Brad looks down on you to see how you're sucking his dick and he loves the view. He loves how your body looks in that tight dress. He loves the way you're being so desperate for him right now. Nobody could ever make him feel this good like you do. 

'How I've missed these lips, take it all in baby', Brad groans and throws his head back again. 

His moans are getting harder. You try to take him as deep as you can. His dick is hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. You can feel his dick twitching inside your mouth, indicating he is close. You're going up and down faster. Your tongue is playing with his tip, making him go crazy. One of Brad's hands is gripping your hair while the other is keeping him steady on the bed. 

'Fuck y/n baby, I'm-, fuck', Brad moans out.

Loud groans are leaving Brad's mouth while his hot load is filling your mouth. You get his cock out of your mouth. His cum tastes salty but you swallow it. Brad looks at you and he smiles.

'Babe, this was amazing', he says.

You love the way he calls you babe, he used to do it all the time when you were together. You stand up and sit on his lap while you throw your arms around his neck. 

'Only for you', you say smiling.

Brad kisses you softly this time. A meaningful kiss which tingles on your lips. His lips moving slowly against yours while his hands are on the small of your back. After the kiss you rest your forehead against Brad's. 

'What do we do now?', Brad asks.

'I don't know, I don't-', you can't get out of your words.

'Tell me y/n'

'I don't want to lose you again'

Brad takes your face between his hands and makes you look at him. His eyes aren't dark and filled with lust anymore, now they are the brightest brown looking soft. A small smile is playing on his lips.

'I promise you, you won't lose me again princess', Brad promises.

Gently Brad kisses you again and it feels like your life lights up again. It's only now you realize how much you've missed him all these years.

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I Keep On Missing You - Brad

First Part

Pairing: Brad Simpson X Reader

Authors note: songs are not at all in the correct order they were released in real life

Masterlist

You alright, love?” Brad snapped you out of your daze with a simple question. You composed yourself and gave him a tight smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Keep talking.” You said and took a sip of your coffee.

“You’re not fine.” Brad knew. “You can tell me what’s bothering you. Maybe I can help.”

You set down your coffee mug and sighed.

“Tom and I broke up last week.” You admitted.

“You did?” Brad asked, a little shocked, a little hopeful. 

You nodded and Brad reached over and took your hand. Before you could tell him that you appreciated him but weren’t looking for a new relationship, he smiled kindly at you.

“It seems like you could use a friend right now.” He said and your eyes softened.

“I could.” You nodded and squeezed his hand.

So, you became friends. You hung out at the studio with the band, helping Brad with lyrics or being taught how to play the guitar by James. You became close with The Vamps, Brad being the one you were closest too. He was protective over you but not possessive, always with a hand on your back at parties and always saving you a seat next to him. He knew you weren’t looking for a relationship and made it his duty to keep boys away from you, knowing how much you hated rejecting people. He even got grumpy when Tristin flirted with you or Connor hugged you a little too tightly after a show. You started spending every day with them, talking about your break up, your careers, or anything that came to mind. Brad took it upon himself to show you around London, the places tourists didn’t care to visit as he would say.

Most of your days were spent in Brads room, listening to him write new songs.

“Cause I got high hopes, high hopes. High hopes for me and you.” Brad sang quietly as you watched him fondly. He stopped playing and wrote a few chords down before picking up his guitar again. “When we grow old, I'll say…I’ll say, damn it, what will I say?”

“I told you so?” You suggested with a shrug. “I say that to you a lot.”

Brad smiled at you and picked up his guitar.

“When we grow old, I'll say I told you so. Cause I got high, high hopes for me and you.” He sand and looked at you for approval.

“Sounds good.” You smiled and Brad leaped across the bed to engulf you in a hug. You fell backwards with him on top of you and laughed at the sudden impact.

“Sound great. I’ve been stuck on this song for a week. You’re an angel.” He gushed and placed thankful kisses on your cheeks.

“I aim to please.” You giggled between cheek kisses.

“What would I do without you, darling?” He stopped suddenly, hovering over your face.

The nickname stung you like a bee. You couldn’t help but think of Tom and the fight you’d had in your dressing room that night. You slid out from under Brad and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“That’s what friends are for.” You smiled weakly, and he gave you a disappointed smile back. You’d blown your chance to kiss him, and you knew it.

More than a few times when nights in the studio bled into the morning, you’d fallen asleep on Brad’s shoulder as he lazily strummed his guitar. Brad would rest his head on top of yours as a million different lyrics about how fond of you he was rushed to his head. He would write them down as carefully as he could so he wouldn’t wake up. Sometimes, you’d open your eyes a little and catch a glimpse of what he was writing.

“You tell me I’m a friend, but confused minds and blurred lines have brought it to an end.” Brad sang quietly as he fingered the guitar strings. You pretend to stay asleep, but listened closely to the song. You’d never heard it before and the lyrics caught your attention as he started singing about stolen moments.

“It’s harder to pretend that I don't want it all now. I need it even more every time you go. I hate to watch you go.” Brads voice, the one you’d loved for years, got a little louder as he got more passionate about what he was saying. He had you hanging onto every word.

“I'm breaking in to steal it all and I'll escape with every stolen moment that I spent with you. Call me a thief, girl if you want, but piece by piece I'll take each stolen moment.” He closed the song and wrote some more chords down, seemingly satisfied.

“That’s beautiful, Brad.” You spoke up and he jumped slightly.

“Morning, love. Did I wake you?” Brad chuckled as you rubbed your eyes.

“Yea, I don’t mind.” You lazily looked at him through your eyelashes. “Did you write that tonight?”

“Yeah, while you were sleeping.” He said.

“I love it.” You smiled and Brad rested his hand on your knee.

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled. “I wrote it for you.”

“You did?” You sat up, feeling like you did when you’d reconnected that night on Graham Norton’s couch.

“Yeah.” He laughed shyly. “You’re kinda like my muse.”

“Did you mean all of that?“ You asked. “Were all those lyrics true?”

“Yes.” Brad admitted, guilt evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I know you’re not looking to date but that’s how I feel.”

“It’s okay.” You told him. “The lyrics were right. You are a thief.”

“I am?” He asked, unsure of where you were going with it.

“You stole my heart.” You bit your tongue between your teeth.

“You should stick to acting, love. Don’t ever try to say something romantic again.” Brad laughed at your attempt to be romantic. You shifted in your position so you were facing him.

“Okay fine. How about this, I really like you and I want to be with you.” You told him and his eyes lit up. “Is that better?”

“Much.” Brad confirmed before leaning in and kissing you.

Your relationship with Brad was different from your one with Tom. Brad was soft where Tom was passionate and assertive where Tom was gentle. Dating a singer was different from dating an actor, you quickly found. You got used to loves songs pandered to you and sweaty post-show hugs. Despite how deeply in love you’d fallen with Brad, you felt a twinge of pain every time you passed a poster with Toms face on it or saw a commercial for his movie. It was weird to see pictures of him at red carpets, standing alone when you usually occupied the space next to him. Every time a picture of him showed up on your feed, you let yourself linger before scrolling past. His smile had changed, and you knew why.

You didn’t want to let your past with Tom affect your future with Brad. Things were going really well with him. He always let you style his hair before a performance and gave you the biggest kiss when he got off stage. You spent your nights in his apartment as he showed you some chords on the guitar or ran new lyrics by you. It was a perfect little relationship you’d entered into. He wasn’t jealous or overwhelming. He was just what you needed.

But then his tour started up again, and you saw him less and less. Daily FaceTimes calls turned into every other day calls, which turned into once a week calls. Texts that were usually answered within seconds were answered within days. You couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t there to shut the curtain. You tossed and turned all night, sending him texts that he didn’t answer. When your birthday passed and he didn’t call until three days later, you decided it was time to call it quits.

You gave yourself “you time” after that; no more boys, especially not British ones. But it quickly became apparent that being away from Brad was much lonelier than being with him, though that seemed impossible. The breakup was different from your one with Tom. It was heavier, colder and sadder. You felt a bit of your heart breaking every time you ignored his texts or declined his call. You couldn’t allow yourself to go back to him, even though you wanted too. He was just gonna break your heart all over again, or at least that’s what you told yourself every night as the empty space he left in your bed grew colder.

Seven months after your breakup, you switched the channel on your radio and heard Brads voice coming through in some new song. You were about to turn it off when you heard a familiar phrase.

“I've had space and time to realize the grass ain't greener and I kinda miss my side. Know I shoulda listened when you told me the first time, “You won't find another like me".” Brads pain filled voice sang, and suddenly, it was december again and you were in your apartment, fighting with your boyfriend.

“You’re overreacting. I just forgot! It’s not that big of a deal!” Brad shouted when you told him he’d forgotten your birthday.

“That’s not the only thing I’m upset about, Brad.” You yelled. “We don’t talk anymore. You’re never here. I feel like I’m dating a ghost.”

“I’m on tour, Y/n.” He whined. “It’s my job. And I was here three weeks ago.”

You stopped pacing around the room and looked at him.

“You were?” You asked in shock. He hasn’t called or told you he had been home.

“Yeah, uh.” Brad sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “I was gonna call I just-“

“Save it. I don’t want to hear it.” You shook your head and headed for his door.

“Baby-“ Brad took your wrist and gently made you look at him.

“Don’t.” You pulled your wrist out of his grasp. “It’s over.”

“Fine.” He stuttered. “Leave. See if I care.”

“You won’t find another like me.” You spat before walking out his door. “I can promise you that.”

“Yeah well.” Brad said but you were already gone. Tears fell down his eyes as he realized what he’d done. “I’m scared you’re right.”

The song snapped you back to reality.

“I look for love, but there's a space inside my mind where I keep on missing you, I keep on missing you. If you've seen enough, know that I'll be right here. Not with somebody new, I keep on missing you.”

You pulled into your driveway and pulled out your phone, opening twitter to send a quick message.

“I’ve seen enough.” You tweeted and then shut off your phone. A few hours later, you smiled to yourself when you saw Brad had retweeted it. It wasn’t much, a single olive branch, but it gave you hope for the future. You clicked on his profile and saw he had a new song coming out that Friday. Brad had tweeted something about it being meaningful to him, so you waited patiently for Friday to roll around to listen to it.

Thursday night at midnight, you practically bounced up and down as you waited for the song to drop. You felt like a high schooler again, but it didn’t matter to you. For the first time in a long time, the thought of Brad wasn’t making you miserable. You were excited again, and hopeful. Finally, you could listen to it.

“There’s a lot of things that I may not know. But missing you baby, that’s the only thing I know.” The song started and it hit you instantly. He still missed you, and you missed him.

“If my heart was paper, I’d fold. Throw it to the wind and just hope it ends up with you. I signed it with love from me to you.” You’d never heard him sound so sad on a song and so lamentfull. You sniffled a little and kept listening.

“And all that I ask is that at least you write me back, I’m waiting. Here’s my paper heart, won’t you hold it?” You smiled sadly to yourself as it ended.

The moment it was over, you pulled out your phone.

“James.” You messaged, heart racing.

“Y/n.” James responded.

“I have questions.” You said.

“I have answers.” He replied.

“Is Paper Hearts about me?” You sent. The bubbles appeared on your screen and you felt anxiety rising in your tummy.

“That’s classified.” He said and you groaned.

“Please?” You asked.

“I can’t break bro code.” He said.

“Yes you can buddy I believe in you.” You wrote back.

“May I ask why?” James sent.

“Because I’m in love with your stupid frontman and I need to know if he’s in love with me too.” You texted. It was bold but you were feeling a little risky.

“In that case.” He sent. “Paper Hearts is about you. I’m pretty sure every song we’ve ever written is about you. Please take him back. He’s been unbearable. I’m pretty sure he sleeps in your hoodie every single night. Do you know how bad that thing smells now?”

You read the message over and over until tears welled in your eyes.

“I miss him.” You sent. It was all you had the strength to say.

“Then you’re coming to the show tomorrow. I’ll text security and tell them to let you in. Kiss him, kill him, scream at him, whatever you need to do to fix things, do it.” James texted. You smiled and went to your closet, finding an old Oasis T-shirt of Brads that you’d kept.

“I’ll be there. Don’t tell him tho.“ you sent back.

“I won’t.” James said.

As promised, James had warned the security guards before your arrival. You waited in the wings as they performed, feeling the bass pumping through your body.

“This next song is called For You, and it’s about the girl I love. If you take anything away from this concert, I pray you treat the people you love how they deserve to be treated and realize how good things are while you still have them. If I had listened to that advice a few months ago, I wouldn’t have to write all these songs. This ones for my baby, wherever she may be.” Brad announced before singing his heart out to the crowd, but really to you.

The show finally ended and you’d told Connor before hand not to do an encore. Your heart was in your throat when you saw Brad walking off stage, causally pulling his earpiece out of his ear and having no idea you were there. When he got closer, you stepped out of the shadows.

“Brad?” You asked, and his head snapped up at the sound of your voice. He looked at you incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you were really there.

“Y/n?” He asked and engulfed you in a giant hug. You laughed happily at being in his arms again. “What are you doing here?” He asked, still in shock.

“Your paper heart. It ended up with me.” You smiled weakly, feeling emotional at the sight of him as you placed a hand over his heartbeat. He instinctively placed his heart over yours.

“Oh, baby…” he sighed like the was about to tell you bad news. “I thought I told you not to try to say romantic things. Leave it to me.”

“How about you shut up and kiss me?” You suggested, and a wicked smile dawned on his face.

“I like that idea. I’ve missed you, love.” He said before pulling your face to his kissing you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

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