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littleliterarylesbian · 2 months

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Currently writing vampire porn and having a blast instead of what i'm supposed to actually be writing, here's a snippet!!

Regulus crosses his arm, and says, out loud, "You left me at the bar." He hears a small, sharp inhale, and someone's heart rate pick up, and when he turns to who is in front of him, it doesn't take a genius to figure out which of the two it is. Regulus has no interest in the one who Sirius has been all but rutting against like a dog to state his intentions, and he's not paying attention to Regulus either, instead focused on how Sirius stepped closer and has almost shielded him from Regulus. No, those noises have come from the one who caught his eye, Regulus flicks his eyes over for a second and Sirius relaxes, understanding the game now that Regulus has, at least to him, made his intentions clear. "I wouldn't say that, you were the one getting chatted up." "You were the one who dragged me here in the first place." Regulus sways slightly closer to his brother, closer to the man, as they bicker and hear can hear how the man gulps as Regulus sets himself up to be at the perfect angle for the other to look down his shirt. He glances up slightly and finds that his target is much better close up, messy hair with a few streaks of grey, glasses perched on a strong wide nose, and a pair of lips that Regulus can't describe in any other way then by how much he want them on him. The man smiles, wide and full of teeth, and when he talks Regulus rubs his thighs together subtly. "And who might you be?" Deep, but calming and Regulus wants to see how it sounds when it cracks with pleasure. Sirius sighs, rolling his eyes "This is Reggie, my little brother." "Regulus." He corrects. He hates that nickname. Regulus watches as the man Sirius draped himself over frowns and sniffs Sirius' hair. Predictably, his brother giggles.

#u guys remember that vamp reg x DILF james post i made?#yeah it's finally being written #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #dead gay wizards #dead wizards from the 70s #hp marauders #harry potter marauders #black brothers #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #wolfstar

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lestatslestits · 1 year

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Btw a question that has been haunting me for DAYS:

If Tale of the Body Thief is adapted in modern (2022 or onward) time, do you think Lestat will just like. Get COVID?

#there’s a bigass epidemic of a virulent strain of flu or something like that in the book #for some reason the setup in season 1 of vamps not wearing masks because they can’t get COVID would make the scenario so funny to me #raglan james chooses an unvaxxed body because he’s Like That and then it never even occurs to Lestat that he should wear a mask #he’s not anti-mask or anything #this problem has just literally never arisen before #why has this been occupying my mind #why is this so funny to me #it just cracks me up that in the book MULTIPLE people are like #sir #sir you look like you may be actually dying #don’t go home #don’t go to the pharmacy #don’t even go to the doctor #proceed directly to the emergency room #and lestat is just like ‘no i think this is just what a cold feels like???’#and then he passes out and almost dies .7 seconds later

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autumnscribbles · 1 year

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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!

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.

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anitalorimer · 8 months

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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.

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bradsbabe · 3 months

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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.

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“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.

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“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!

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