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Undeniable Heat Chapter 66: Life in Your Hands

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words 

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s POV

Impatiently waiting as Cliff made his way towards the end of the street, I turned back to Jared. “Jared, what are we going to do? There’s no way to sneak in, and if that is them on the beach, they’ll see us coming.”

Before he could answer, Jared’s attention was turned away, his eyes growing wide at whatever had him raptured.

“Jar, what is it?” I asked, just as Cliff slammed his hand on the steering wheel, cursing loudly.

With my heart beating so fast I feared it would burst from my chest, I rotated in my seat, the cabin much closer than I had anticipated.

I could just barely see past the cabin to the beach, but what I saw had my blood boiling. Brad had a gun pointed at the priests but Y/N was moving, jumping towards Brad, ready to take him out.

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Brad Simpson Imagine

Today had been a lazy day. You had just been watching Netflix and lounging around the house on your day off. You were expecting a delivery and you had to wait to make sure they receive their pavement before you go anywhere. Finally, at about three o’clock in the afternoon there was a knock at the front door. You pause the show you had been watching and answer the front door. 

A young woman is standing there with a box, “Delivery for Y/N?” 

“Yes that’s me, thank you so much” You smile and take the box from her, “I hope the payment is all in order?”

The delivery lady nods, “Yup you’re all good”

Something catches your eye behind her and you look around her. There is a dog walking across your front lawn and up to your front door. The lady realises you’re looking behind her, and she turns to see what you’re looking at, “Does he belong to you?” she asks. 

You shake your head, “No, hopefully he’s a friendly dog. I have one in the backyard that won’t like him very much if he tries to bite me”. 

The delivery lady laughs, “Well I might just leave you with that. Have a good afternoon”

You wave at her, “Yeah you too”. You step out of your doorway and close the door behind you, leaving it unlocked. The dog has come right up to you and has started licking your foot. “Huh, so you’re a friendly puppy then?” The dog wags its tail and looks up at you. “Who do you belong to buddy?”. You check the dog’s collar for a name tag or a number to call. Nothing. He didn’t appear to be leaving you anytime soon and you couldn’t bear the idea of abandoning him where he could be hit by a car. There was only one thing left to do. 

“Alright buddy, let’s take you to the vet” You asked the dog to sit (which he did) and wait whilst you grabbed your phone, shoes, and house keys. Luckily, you could walk to the vet from your house, and it should only take about 25 minutes to get there. You lock the front door and start walking with the dog. He didn’t have a lead and you didn’t have time to find one, so you were just hoping he would respond to voice commands. Turns out he could. When you inevitably encountered other dogs along the way, you just had to call “Come on buddy let’s keep going!” and the dog would continue to walk along with you. 

You weren’t going to lie, your heart jumped a little when there was an ‘almost-incident’ with a school bus. Luckily, the bus saw the dog and slowed down. You gave the driver a quick wave and you both continued on your way. Twenty minutes and several more close calls later, you were almost at the vet. Quite honestly, you were relieved you had made it this far. That was until the dog decided to run into the front yard of someone’s house. 

“Buddy come on, we’re almost there don’t stop now!” You sigh and walk into the front yard slightly. You were hoping no one was home. “Come on Buddy let’s go!” You pat your leg and whistle at the dog.

He wouldn’t leave. 

You paused and thought that maybe this was where the dog lived. You started to walk towards the dog when the front door opened. Oh great, someone was home after all. You looked at the person and saw it was a young guy with brown curly hair and brown eyes. Eyes that were looking at you. And then they were looking at the dog. Clearly the dog didn’t belong to him. And of course, being the friendly dog that he was, the dog went straight up to the young guy. Okay, that was enough. 

You walked further into the front yard, “Come on buddy, leave him alone we’re nearly there” The dog wouldn’t leave him alone, and the guy bent down to pat him on the head, “I am so sorry, I don’t know who he belongs to. I’m just trying to get him to the vet”

He looks up at you and frowns slightly, “Why are you going to the vet though?”

You walk up to the both of them and pat the dog, “There was no name or contact number on the collar, I was hoping that he was micro-chipped. The vet should be able to pull up contact details from that” The guy nodded and started to pick up the dog. “Um, what are you doing?” 

He lifts the dog and stands up straight. His biceps don’t escape your attention. “I’m going to help you get this guy back to his owners”

“Oh, well that’s very nice of you. Thanks.”

He attempts to shrug, “It’s no problem. Besides, I know how freaked out I would be if my dog were missing”

You both start to walk in the direction of the vets. It should only be about 5 minutes away. “Thank you again for doing this, we’ve had a few close calls already on our way over”. 

He looks over to you, “Don’t worry about it, honestly. I’m Brad by the way”

“Y/N”

Brad smiles at you, “I would shake your hand or something but mine are kind of full right now” he looks down to the dog. 

You laugh and pat the dog, “Maybe later then”

“So how far did you walk with this guy?”

“We’ve been walking for about 20 minutes” You can see the vet up ahead in front of you, “I really hope he’s micro-chipped”

Brad nods, “Yeah me too” You walk into the vets. Okay here goes nothing. The receptionist smiles at the two of you. 

“Do you two have an appointment?” You and Brad look at each other and back to the receptionist.

“No, we’re hoping you could help us though” Brad says.

“I found this dog wandering the streets. There are no tags or contact numbers on him, but I’m hoping he’s micro-chipped” You explain as Brad stands next to you. 

The receptionist nods, “Yeah sure honey, no worries. If the both of you could take a seat, I’ll grab the scanner”

You and Brad sit on the sofa around the corner while you wait. Brad scratches behind the dog’s ears. You sigh and pat the dog as well, “I really hope we can find his owners”

Brad smiles, “Well I think that he’s lucky he found a good person to get him here” You look at each other and pause. Then you smile at Brad.

“Looks like he found two of them” You smile at each other. You could feel the tension build. The air around the two of you almost felt electric. 

“Okay, I found the scanner!”

You and Brad jump slightly at the receptionist. I guess you were both caught in the moment. The receptionist moves the scanner around the dog’s neck. You cross your fingers and hold your breath. Why was it taking so long to find it? Maybe he didn’t have one? What were you going to do then? Brad must have felt the worry radiating off you, and he placed a comforting hand on your back. The scanner beeped. 

“Ah, there it is! Let me just check the database to find the owner’s contact details” 

You both let out a sigh of relief. Brad moves his hand back to the dog, “See, nothing to worry about!” 

You smile and roll your eyes, “Oh come on, like you weren’t worried for a second there”

“Pffft, no way. I was confident the whole time” Brad smirks at you. Okay he’s adorable. 

“Mmhmm sure. Whatever you say, Brad”

The receptionist comes back around the corner with a vet, “Alright the owner will be around in 10 minutes, we can hold the dog here until they arrive”

Brad passes the dog over to the vet. “Thank you so much!” You say to the ladies as you walk out of the clinic. You and Brad start walking back.

You laugh as you start to notice Brad’s jacket. Brad looks at you, “What?”

You shake your head, “It’s just your jacket is covered in dog hair”

Brad looks down and starts brushing the hair off of his jacket, “You should see what Jesse does to my stuff sometimes” he laughs. 

“Jesse?” You ask.

“My dog. She’s a golden retriever and I love her”

“Oh man, I love golden retrievers!” 

“Really? You aren’t just saying that?”

You nod. “It’s true, I’ve wanted one for ages”

You both stop as you realise you’ve reached Brad’s house. You smile at him, “Again, thank you so much for your help”

Brad sticks his hand out. You look at him quizzically. He grins at you, “Hey, you said later we could shake hands. This is later”

You laugh and shake his hand.

“I don’t know if this is a stupid idea or whatever, but is there a chance I can get your number?” You’re surprised, but pleased that he asked. 

You shrug, “I suppose that would be okay. I mean, you did help me save a dog” You exchange numbers. “I better start heading back”

Brad gives you a small smile, “Yeah okay”

“So are you going to actually text me?”

His smile gets wider, “I’ll have to think about if I want to see you again”

You smirk back at him, “Well I won’t wait around forever. Nice meeting you Brad” you start to walk away. You’re a couple of houses down when your phone chimes. It was a message. From Brad.

Turns out there wasn’t anything to think about. Friday?” You smile and turn around. Brad is standing on the edge of his front lawn looking at you and holding his phone. You grin at him, turn around, and keep walking. You type a reply on your phone. 

Friday it is”

I guess it wasn’t just a lazy day at home. 

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Phew, there we go! Sorry for the delay, it’s been hectic around here. Hope you enjoyed it! As usual, feel free to send in requests for new people or any ideas you may have. 

I hope you’re having a wonderful day

xx

- A.J

Undeniable Heat Chapter 62: Losing Hope

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


Another cage, another prison. Sure, this one had a window, and a bed, but it was still locked, and there was no way out. The dress hung in the closet, mocking you. Making you realize that you probably had no choice but to get married to Brad. If you didn’t accept, you would die, and you didn’t want that. You wanted to stay alive, to hope that someday you could find a way back to Jensen.

At the thought of not marrying Jensen, of maybe never getting back together, you collapsed on the bed, tears clouding your vision. It was so hard to stay positive when things looked so bleak. You wanted to be strong, to hope that Jensen was out there searching for you. That he would find you, and Brad would be gone once and for all. But the white dress in the closet was an omen that the good was gone, and you were forced to live a life of misery.

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Reunited again-m

Y/N sees Justin at the wedding but will she be able to keep her hands off him? mature, enjoy :)

“Y/N, you were the most beautiful women i’ve ever laid my eyes on and i promise to always remind you every time we spend together. You are my light, soul and forever my baby. I love you Y/N.”

The AWWS echoing the room in return, the audience totally smitten by Brad’s loving speech.

“Y/N, do you take this man to be your husband here’s standing before you, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Your eyes have a hard time focusing on Brad’s face, splitting a glance at Justin, who was standing behind brad. Justin’s honey orbs were focused on you, his hand clutched together in front of him, his posture straight, not a slight feeling of being uncomfortable.

“Yes, i do.” your voice not quivering, which surprised you.


You straighten yourself as you prepare to have a super amazing night, planning on you to dance heaps with your girlfriends. Brad was drinking alot more than expected as he and the others were chugging down the vodka shots like water. You spot Justin sitting around the counter, sipping his drink slowly. You were actually surprised Justin would turn up at your wedding. Brad begged Justin to be one of his best mates as he knew you and Justin had been ‘bestfriends’ for 3 years. You and justin were best friends, best friends with benefits, best friends who couldn’t keep each other’s hands off. After getting into a serious relationship with Brad, you had to cut all sexual ties with Justin. But this didn’t help as Justin and Brad were step brothers, their parents recently got married, which meant whenever Brad was around, Justin was somewhere nearby. You had known Justin first, ever since you were 18, the years eventually went by, work was a handful and Justin was always there to lend a hand, if you knew what i meant. The relationship went up until you were 21, you realised your feelings had risen, you were scared but didn’t admit it. You and Justin fought many times while together but also had so many memories that you couldn’t forget. Brad was serious about getting together, he was mature as he was 5 years older than you and Justin. You couldn’t help but fall for Brad’s charm, despite this, you still hadn’t had a day where you didn’t think about Justin.


You send your thoughts aside as your strut up to him nervously, your hands becoming clammy.

“Hey.”

Justin shifts his attention to the similar voice that he knew all too well. 

“Would you like a drink to celebrate your special day?” 

His voice laced with venom. You slightly ignore it. 

“I’m glad you came today,” you began to say.

“WHY did you invite me Y/N? I clearly told you to leave me out!” 

Justin harshly shouts at you, his voice loud and clearly angry but his face expressionless, to hide out what was really happening between you and Justin. 

You side glance around you, quickly averting your eyes to Brad, he seemed to not be noticed. 

“Justin, this hasn’t been easy for me either!” you seethe back.

“Oh really?” he scoffs, not believing you. 

“Yes! i’ve missed you too ok?” You whisper out, looking away from Justin’s stare. 

Justin swings his body to face the front, twisting in his chair, his face not longer facing you. You were slightly getting agitated at his immature actions. You drag him harshly by his forearm and drag him in the elevator.  

“DING.” 

You forcefully drag him into the spare room upstairs. You mentally thank Brad for renting out the whole building. You slam the door close behind you, before you stare solely into Justin’s eyes, your eyes focusing hungrily at his presence.

You emotionally clash your lips into his, your mouths moving hungrily together, teeth clashing together. You pull away and gasp desperately for air as if you’ve held your breath underwater for an hour. You quickly pull at his blue tuxedo and clumsily pull at his tie, wanting to get the damn thing off.

“Here let me do it,” Justin places his hands gently on yours, you instantly slap them away. 

You were a panting mess, you were out of control, your mind wasn’t functioning at all. Justin’s tie was only slightly out of place, you had no idea how to undo a tie. You were too impatient to even care. 

Justin carries you by gripping your back thighs and places you gently flat on the bed, your black heels falling off in the process. 

“Just get in me. i miss you too much,” you say, not caring about anything but the pleasure Justin could give you.

You hadn’t even seen justin in months, despite having sex together. You grip justin’s legs together with your legs wrapping around them, trapping him. Justin stood at the end of the bed, watching your shaky movements. 

You begin to hungrily undo his belt and also had a hard time doing it, your hands were unsteady and almost trembling. Justin hands replaces yours and you sigh out and let him unbuckle it. He easily unbuckles it, yanking his boxers and dress pants down his knees in one go. Your eyes stare hungrily at his growing shaft. You bite your bottom lip as you see the sight not being able to resist but to reach out and grab him. Justin groans lowly at your hands being in contact with his sensitive member. 

“B-aby another time,” Justin declines, remembering Brad was downstairs, along with your whole family.

You nod as you realise you had a time limit. You lie flat, your hair falling effortlessly around your face. You raise your hips up and roll up your black dress at your hips, exposing your lace panties. You see justin eyeing your every move with hungry eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

Justin pushes you further up the bed, letting you sit your upper body against the bed frame before he crawls onto the bed. You stare down at him, curious to what he was doing. 

“I’ve missed you so much but i mostly miss how sweet you fucking taste.” 

Justin rips your flimsy fabric off, letting them fall on the spreadsheet, before gripping your thighs with his large hands and pulling your lower body up towards his hungry mouth. You squeak out as you feel your posture being ruined. 

Justin suddenly fully sucks on your clit, making you gasp out. You grasp onto his light locks, ruining his perfect styled hair. 

“Fuck, i miss this so much,” he mumbles lowly, the vibrations go start to your clit.

You continue to moan and pant as Justin continues to eat you up. You whine out as you feel your clit being sucked and abused at an intense pace, your orgasm approaching as you feel your lower stomach tighten. Justin starts rubbing with his thumb, the feeling in your lower stomach, so intense, you were gonna explode any second now. You flutter your eyes open to see justin staring back at you with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Cumming already babygirl?” 

His lips were covered in your arousal, his chin dripping and the sides of his lips. You moan at the sight, reminding you of all the times he did this. You felt weak, you hips lifting off the bed as he started to rub the daylight out of you. You lay there, breathing heavily, weak from your amazing orgasm. 

Justin suddenly pushes your whole body, forcing you lie fully flat on the bed. He hovers over you and plunges his shaft into your core. You fell the whole of his rock hard shaft rubbing against your walls, making you moan out at the feeling. 

“Fuck-fuck-f.” 

Justin curses as he slides into you, your walls closing around his member, the pleasure taking over his entire body making him fall into a hole and hitting his insides with a trembling shake. 

“this fucking pussy, always so tight for me.” 

You clench at his dirty words. Justin groans in response. The sweat starts to rise up your bodies as he begins to pace himself into you at a steady but slow pace, making sure he could feel all of you. 

“faster,” you pant out.

“You like it rough aye baby girl? i almost forgot how much you could take.” 

With that, Justin speeds up his pace, until he is leaving in and out of your in an inhuman pace. Justin groans out in pleasure as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent of perfume.  His supports himself with his elbows as he continues to grind into your core. 

“I’ve never stopped loving you. I fucking love you Y/N. I know you love me too.” 

He latches his teeth into your neck sucking harshly which makes you moan out in pleasure and pain. 

“I do love you. i’ve always have,” You pant out, the truth spilling from your lips. 

“Fuck. i’m there already. see what you do to me Y/N.” 

Justin pants continuously into your neck. You feel your own orgasm approaching as well. You reach down between the moving bodies and harshly rub against your bundle of nerves. Justin sees this action. With one elbow supporting himself, he reaches down to help you out. He rubs harsher, quicker, his two finger so fast that it makes you whine out, the sensitively from before making it more intense. 

“I almost forgot how much you love my fingers.” 

You feel your orgasm taking you by surprise, you shut your eyes as the pleasure washes over you. The feeling so intense, you weren’t able to let out a single noise as your lips are formed into a ‘o’. 

The clenching and rubbing, along with your shaking and pants, justin lets his load into you, unable to hold off any longer. He falls flat against your body, huffing and breathing heavily as he lays there for a moment. 

Your eyes are open wide as your realise what you had just done. You lay there, shook at ever as you felt the tears of shame and anger cover your sight. You were madly in love with Justin. You realise that now, you had always known but you were finally able to admit it. You gently wrap your arms around his neck, not wanting to let him go.

But, I loved you first- Bucky Barnes X Reader

prompt: Bucky is ready to confess his feelings for you, but is interrupted by your date for the night arriving. After that your date comes around the tower often, and one day Bucky explodes, finally confessing his feelings for you

Word Count: 2325

Warnings: none


He was ready. After all these years of silently pining after the girl who had only moved into the tower months prior, he was finally ready to confess how he really feels. It had been months of blushed cheeks, lost words, and awkward encounters before Steve had picked up on Bucky’s crush. Steve had been nagging him for weeks just to man up and tell you. And for weeks Bucky refused. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was afraid of, but somehow he knew that if you rejected him, he would never be the same. But after Steve carefully weighed out the pros and cons for Bucky one evening, he could finally see there were so many more reasons to go for this.


So now here he was, standing outside your door, his hands were clammy and his heart racing in his chest. He hurriedly wiped his hands on his pants before raising his fist to the door, preparing to knock. But before he could tap his knuckles on the wood, the door swung open. Bucky stepped back slightly. You looked up at him, not expecting anyone to be standing right outside your door. Bucky’s breath hitched as he noticed what you were wearing. You had swapped your usual jeans and t-shirt for a tight fitting black dress, it was snug everywhere it should be, bringing out your figure. You were standing a few inches higher he noticed, thanks to killer pumps on your feet to match the dress. Red lipstick painted your lips a breathtaking crimson. Bucky realized this was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

“Hey Buck, what’cha doing out here?” you asked, wondering why he was lingering outside your door. While you were more than happy to see him, you felt conflicted. As happy as you were being friends, you could have sworn that Bucky had feelings for you, but after months of no confessing, you decided you should move on. And so that’s what you were doing.

“Uhhh, well I- see I just wanted to say- ummm,” Bucky stammered. You just looked at him, urging him to spit some out some real sentences. But before he could properly say what he needed to say, the buzzer sounded, signalling to you that someone was here.

“[Y/n], Some handsome boy is at the door for you,” Natasha shouted down the hall.

“Who is that?” Bucky questioned.

“Brad.” you stated, pushing by Bucky to make your way toward the door.

“Brad?” Bucky asked, his face contorted in disgust, his tone changed by skepticism.

“Yes, Brad. My date?” you explained.

“That’s why I’m dressed so nice. What do you think I just casually lounge about in a cocktail dress and four inch heels?” you teased, grabbing your keys and clutch off the hallway table as you went. Bucky followed you, lost in his own thoughts. You had a date? Since when had you been looking for a date? This couldn’t be happening, he was ready to confess to you. He needed you, he needed to know how you felt. Bucky saw Brad at the door, offering you flowers and a toothy smile. He should be standing there, making you blush and handing you a bouquet of flowers. He loved you first.

He saw you slip out the door and get into Brad’s car. His heart plummeted into his feet, his eyes and nose stung with brimming tears. He shook his head and trudged back to his room. Steve looked at him with expectant eyes as Bucky passed through the living room. But he said nothing and instead continued on to his room, letting the door slam loudly behind him.

A few hours later Bucky was sitting at the table poking at some cold leftover dinner when you came bursting through the door. A laugh exploded past your lips, further announcing your presence. Bucky’s head shot up, any last shred of hope that this date went horribly faded away. Brad stumbled in after you, his mouth also stretched into a smile. Bucky suddenly felt sick, the food becoming even more unappetizing than it already was. You led Brad down the hall, your laugh ricocheting off the walls, Brad’s voice intertwining with yours. Bucky tried to listen, but your conversation was abruptly cut off by the sound of a door shutting. It took Bucky a few more seconds to realize something. You were going to sleep with Brad. Bucky’s stomach twisted painfully, the air flushed from his lungs as if he’d been punched, he couldn’t breathe. But sadness was soon replaced by hot, blinding anger. You were going to sleep with some stranger on the first date? His blood caught fire, boiling in his veins, the idea of you naked with someone else set his thoughts ablaze. He stood up quickly, the chair skittering back on the wooden floor. He didn’t know what to do or where to go, his blood continued to bubble and boil, his mind seething with hot anger. He decided to head to his room, where maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to fall asleep and forget for a while that you were sleeping with someone else.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. His recollection of times spent with you played on his closed eyelids like a movie. He remembered how he felt when he first met you, and how he helped you move in. He recalled how unsure he was about letting himself fall for you. Unsure if he was capable of feeling love after what he had been through, or if it would feel the same as before. But only weeks after you moved in, on a warm, lazy spring afternoon he looked over at you from his place on the couch, your eyes met his, and he knew that love could be the same. It was still exhilarating, terrifying and enthralling at once. He had never understood what love was really like until he finally let himself fall for you. His memories were intruded by the same thought that had been relentlessly pulling at his brain all night; you were with someone else now, he was too late for you. He eventually fell into a fitful sleep, constantly waking, never able to succumb to deep sleep. He could not escape from the idea that his once exhilarating, terrifying, enthralling love was now crumbling to dust right in front of his eyes. One word kept coming to mind; hopeless.

He woke late the next morning, unable to ignore his growling stomach any longer. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, trudging out of his room and down the hall, silently praying Brad had already left. But his prayer went unheard. As he arrived in the kitchen he saw you and Brad stumbling around the kitchen, trying to make breakfast, but just more or less making a giant mess. You had sloppy pancakes sizzling on the stove while Brad was struggling to crack eggs into a pan. Bucky groaned, his vocalization becoming unintentionally louder than he’d planned. You heard him and turned from you place at the stove, offering him a wide smile.

“Want some pancakes?” you offered sweetly, throwing him yet another smile. He didn’t return the gesture, only moving through the kitchen to grab fruit from the fruit bowl and slink off down the hall. That was weird, you thought, returning to the pancakes.

Bucky emerged from his room once again, only to find you and Brad snuggled on the couch together, watching some romantic comedy. His jaw clenched, his hands contracted into tight fists, every muscle in his body went ridgid. He tried to leave, he really did. He tried to turn and walk away, to let you slip from his mind, to let you escape from his heart. But then he remembered what Steve had told him, and how much he needed to be with you. Suddenly he was whirling around on his heel, taking big strides toward the living room. He arrived quicker than he thought, and suddenly remembered that he had no idea what he was going to say.

You noticed him hovering just outside the boundaries of the living room, his forehead wrinkled with thought. He looked so cute when his forehead did that. No! You were with Brad, you couldn’t think like that… but he was so cute, and so much better looking than Brad, and his muscles…

“Hey Bucky, what’s up,” you asked, wondering if he needed something. His head shot up, as if he was just remembering you were there.

“Uh, yeah, actually can I talk to you, alone?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet, the words shaken slightly by nerves.

“Um actually I have company now, can it wait? It won’t be much longer,” You decided, remembering Brad was still here. And as much as you loved Bucky, you didn’t want to be rude and ditch Brad.

“No, actually it can’t wait,” Bucky pressed, his hands wringing nervously at his sides.

“Well it’s going to have too, Buck. I have company,” you whisper yelled, hoping he would get the hint and leave. If he kept doing this, you would never get over him, and the last thing you needed right now was to be hung up on some guy who doesn’t even like you.

“Ok, I’ll talk to you later then,” he whispered, turning to leave. He didn’t get three paces away before he decided he was going to tell you this, if Brad was here or not.

“No,” Bucky exclaimed.

“Excuse me?” you asked, wondering where he was going with all of this.

“No, this can’t wait. I have something I need to tell you, something I’ve needed to tell you for a long time now. And if I don’t say it now, I don’t think I ever will,” he announced, a finality in his words that captivated you. Brad just sat there, bewildered. Bucky took a big breath and continued, his hands shaking slightly.

“[Y/n] I love you, and I have for months now. Steve finally convinced me to confess to you. And that was what I was trying to do yesterday, but I was interrupted by him,” Bucky confessed, pointing an accusatory finger at Brad.

“And I really just thought you should know because what I felt with you is unparalleled to what I can or will ever feel with anyone else, I just want you to know that. And if you still want to be with him, fine, I  just thought you deserve to know how I really feel be-

“Dude, back off, she’s with me,” Brad interjected, standing up off the couch. Bucky stood there for a second, appalled, his mouth hanging open mid sentence. His features hardened, he stepped farther into the living room, closer to Brad.
“No, you back off. You came waltzing in here, took her out to some crappy restaurant, charmed her with your fake smile and cheap dollar store flowers. Only to take her back here and screw her, leaving her to think this was going somewhere, until you stop replying to her after a few days, having already moved on to someone else who fell just as hard for your crappy act,” Bucky spat, his words full of malice and anger. His metal arm was extended, his finger pressed hard into Brad’s chest.

“It’s not my fault that you were too chicken to express how you felt, it’s not my fault she doesn’t feel the same way. All’s fair in love and war, bro,” Brad continued, quoting lame cliche lines in hopes of sounding smarter.

“No, this isn’t fair. I loved her first, and will be able to treat her better in one hour that you ever could in your entire life, pal,” Bucky seethed, grabbing the collar of his shirt, lifting him slightly off the ground, the gears in his arm whirring and clicking. Brad’s words faltered, no witty response coming from his lips. You just sat there, unable to move. Bucky had just confessed his love for you and all you could do was stare.

“Bucky, put him down, and let me explain,” you begged. Hoping he wouldn’t get carried away. He looked at you, his eyes hard and angry. Bucky unclasped his fingers, letting Brad fall to the floor in a heap.

“Bucky, he didn’t sleep with me, trust me he tried, but he didn’t get too far. And I was only going out with him because you had never told me you felt this way. If I had known, I would have never gone out with him. And in fact, I won’t be going out with him again,” you elaborated. Bucky’s features softened with relief. Brad continued to lay on the floor, weakly arguing to the fact that you wouldn’t go on another date with him. You and Bucky ignored him, Bucky stepped over him and came closer to you.

“You really feel the same way?” Bucky asked, wanting to confirm your affections.

“Sure do,” you assured, stepping even closer to him.

“Promise?”
“Promise.”

You put your hand on Bucky’s broad chest to steady yourself as you leaned up to press a light kiss to his lips. He smiled down at you and reconnected your lips. He never knew it would be this good. It was everything he’d hoped and more. You could feel his heart begin to race under your palm, the quick beats only adding to your newfound affection.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” you commented, your lips still connected.

“Yeah it does that when you’re around,” he responded, his lips ghosting over yours as he pulled away. You smiled up at him, he smiled back down. You intertwined your fingers and led him back into the living room. You plopped on the couch, he fell beside you. You went to play the movie on the screen but remembered something.

“Oh and Brad, you can show yourself out,”


@tiffany-lester72

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Brad imagine, you have a panic attack around the other boys; 

[Requested on wattpad] 

“I’ll be right back, okay babe? I just need to use the washroom quickly,” Brad says, standing up from the bench in the mall. You and the boys all decided to go to the mall for the afternoon, but after walking around for at least two hours, you’re all resting your feet for a little bit. “Okay, hurry back,” you reply, smiling as Brad walks off to find the washrooms. You turn your body to look at Tristan, who’s sitting next to you. “Anywhere else in the mall you guys want to go?” You inquire. “Don’t think so,” Tristan says. “I might want to go to the shoe store and get new running shoes,” James says. Connor shakes his head. “I’m fine.” A loud scream makes you jump and tense up. You see about five girls rushing over to you and the boys. Tristan smiles widely when he sees a Vamps shirt on one of the girls. “Hello,” Connor says as he stands up to greet them. James does the same, giving one of the girls a hug. Tristan walks over to the girls, but you stay seated - as you’re not a fan of crowds. The small amount of girls doesn’t bother you, but when more girls start to crowd around you, you begin you panic.You stand up so the air around you isn’t so stuffy. The boys don’t seem to notice your discomfort, and they continue to greet and take pictures with their fans. You look around and realize that the small group of girls has turned into at least twenty or thirty teenage girls, all pushing their way through to the boys. A whimper leaves your mouth when you feel your chest tighten. Your body begins to quiver, and tears fall down your cheeks freely. “Tris!” You call out desperately, gasping for breath. Tristan looks around at the sound of your voice, and once he spots, you he frowns. “Everyone make a path please, Con, go get Brad,” he says loudly, making his way to you. Soon, Tristan’s hands are on your shoulders and he’s leading you over to a quiet wall where he can calm you down. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s alright, you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around your trembling form and rubs your back gently. “Brad will be here soon, it’ll be okay.” You feel your tears starting to stop, and your chest beginning to loosen up. “You’re alright,” Tristan whispers. “Y/N!” Brad exclaims as he runs over. Tristan lets you go gently and allows Brad to take his place. You hug Brad’s torso and bury your face in his chest. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here with you,” he murmurs against your hair. “It’s okay. Tristan helped,” you reply in a small voice. Brad looks at Tristan and mouths thank you. Tristan nods and smiles slightly, then goes back to the fans with Connor. Brad kisses your head. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. You’ll always be safe in my arms.”

anonymous asked:

Why is Harry Styles the embodiment of perfection?

okay, sorry i feel like i need to make a little disclaimer about how i don’t actually think harry’s perfect because like, obviously he’s not.  BUT.  that’s not what this is about.  this is what it’s about. pictures like this:

like, come on!!!!!!  Harry Styles is as good at standing as Brad Pitt.  I’M NOT JOKING ABOUT THIS. it’s an actual thing.  It may be a learned skill, but the way he makes standing there so attractively look so effortless just like, boosts his unreal natural charisma level into outer space.  It’s amazing.  

He might get super nervous and stressed out about the shit he has to do, but he mostly manages to seem like he isn’t even trying.  even when he was young, that’s the way it was.  

hamming it up in the best way and making successful jokes since he was sixteen!!! how???

He’s just good at his job! He’s so good at being in front of cameras and still having a pleasing personality! even though he is most definitely presenting a version of himself for public consumption, it feels genuine! you feel like he’s your friend who makes kind of bad jokes that are actually good jokes because they make you laugh and feel happy and it’s awesome.      

Harry Styles is a true charisma genius and that’s why he seems to embody perfection.  

I mean, that and his beauty.  

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BRAD | I’m only happy when you shine the light of your love on me. And nearly losing you, I couldn’t breathe. I will treasure every minute of every day, my love knows no bounds.
LUCAS | You did this, you are why were are here today. You handed your heart to me. Because of you, I learned to be vulnerable. I learned to have faith you’ll love me, even when I fail. You gave your heart to me, your love saved my life.

BRAD - don't have to go too far tonight

Note: Thanks for the request! Hope you like it.
Title from ‘My Place’


I. You’re all I think about…

You couldn’t hide your excitement when you heard The Vamps wanted to collab on a song with you. Everything was even better when you found out you were going to make a music video together.
The song you had written together was a huge hit, both your fan base and theirs were very supportive of your new single.
The music video shoot was today and you were beyond excited. You had become close friends with the boys, especially Brad, since you spent a lot of time together writing your song.


You put on some black leggings and an oversized sweater over top of a plain t-shirt, you wore minimal make up and barely did your hair since everything was going to get fixed up once you were at the studio. Though it was pointless to get all dressed up, you still didn’t want to look to bad when you got there, you knew Brad would be there.
Today was the day, you would kiss Brad Simpson.
The whole outline of the music video had already been planned out, it included a few scenes of you or Brad singing and the rest of the guys with their instruments. But the so called ‘story’ in the video was of two lovers. Those two lovers would be represented by you and Brad.

When you finally arrived, you saw Tristan near the entrance looking through some clothes for the video.
“Hey Y/N!” he said.
“Hey Tris! Oh no am I late?”
“No no. Of course not. We’re early” 
“Yeah right” you said and rolled your eyes.
“Your manager was looking for you, I think she’s back there somewhere” he said.

You walked to where your manager was, you saw all the cameras and lights and all the people getting prepared to film the video. You got distracted by a bright light and you didn’t watch where you were going, you crashed into somebody and almost fell to the ground.
“Oh sorry” Brad said reaching for you hand, preventing you from falling over. You blushed. Hard.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah. yeah.” you looked down avoiding eye contact.
“Good, we don’t want you getting hurt before the big video shoot”
“Uh, yeah”
You gave an awkward smile and just walked away. You sped up your pace and went into the nearest room you could find. Luckily that was your dressing room. You locked the door and took a deep breath. You were hardcore cringing at the embarrassment you had just suffered with Brad.

“Y/N!” someone shouted knocking on the door. 
“What?” you said.
“Its me” the voice of your manager said. You fixed your hair and then opened the door.
“Here you are, I’d been looking for you everywhere” She seemed to notice your discomfort. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing it’s just- nothing”
“This isn’t about Brad is it? The whole kiss thing?”
“What? no its-”
“Because if it is, don’t worry about it, we’re sure your fans will be very supportive, ever since the song was released a lot of them started shipping you two anyways… so don’t worry about the hate, I’m sure it won’t be that bad and besides, it’s just a kiss”
“Oh, yeah ok. Thanks” she totally missed the whole point there, but it didn’t matter, you didn’t want to continue the conversation anyway.
“Come on now, let’s get you dressed”
You followed her to where the clothing was and the make up artist had been waiting for you.
Thankfully you didn’t run into Brad.


You were able to get through most of the video without much contact with Brad. You glanced at him every now and then and caught him staring at you every time. You felt extremely intimidated and dreaded the moment you two would have  to kiss.
Eventually that moment did come. You were already exhausted from filming all day, you had had multiple outfits to wear and full changes in hairdos and makeup. 
“ Time for the Kiss scene!” someone shouted. Brad was already there standing, waiting for you. You walked toward him, slowly, and you kept your head down.
You noticed now, that your palms were sweaty. Why were you so nervous? The second you walked in through that door in the morning you became a nervous wreck.
You were both standing in front of a plain white background, both of you were wearing black.
A man behind the cameras, that you couldn’t see because of the bright lights, started speaking out the instructions for this scene.

“So this scene is easy and quick guys” Oh please let it be quick, you thought. 
“Brad, when I say to start you will put your hand behind Y/N’s neck. You will, slowly, pull her in for a kiss. Now I don’t know how long it will last but when you hear me stop you, you can stop. Though I will need you to pause and pull away slowly, it’s part of the scene. We only have 2 more scenes left, so lets go people!” he had a loud raspy voice that made you uncomfortable. You felt an increasing pressure to make this look good. In the background you heard your song playing in the loud speakers.

You and Brad were standing inches away from each other waiting for the man’s signal.
“Just a second guys! One of our cameras isn’t working well. Just stay there, we’ll fix it quickly.”
“Well that’s just great” you mumbled. You were still looking down at the floor, your hands were still sweaty, you felt exposed and vulnerable with all those bright lights in front of you and all the cameras.Brad was standing still in front of you.
“Are you ok?” he said softly, his voice was so low, you barely heard him.
Your took a deep breath, just wishing this would end, why did you even agree to this in the first place?
You looked up at him now.
Oh, that was such a mistake.
His deep browns eyes stared at you in doubt.
“what?” you said confused, you went blank, you forgot about everything as you were lost in his beautiful brown eyes.
“I asked if you were ok, you seem a bit-”
“I’m fine” you interrupted and you looked down at the ground again.
“Ok guys! Everything has been fixed now, so let’s continue.

You took a step closer, the space between the both of you became non existent. You looked up at him. His face seemed somewhat sad, and nervous. He was nervous too. Thank god. The music in the background got louder and the man behind the camera shouted “go!”
Brad lifted his hand up to your face, but hesitated.
He placed his hand on the back of your neck gently and slowly. He looked at your lips for half a second and then looked up at your eyes again.
He had leaned in so your foreheads were touching. 
Everyone was in complete silence.
You closed your eyes. A million thoughts ran through your head, all about Brad. His lips had only brushed yours when the man behind the camera yelled “Stop!”
Neither of you moved, now all you could feel was the burning desire to kiss him. He was right there. You  barely even had to move  so that your lips could touch his. But you just stood there, motionless wrapped in his arms.
You opened your eyes. His were still closed.
 "Y/N!“ The man shouted. Brad’s eyes flickered open.
“Remember, you are supposed to be in love with him, I need more- more passion, you look worried, and we know that won’t do”
You turned to turned your head towards the man you still could not see. Brad loosened his grip on you. You hadn’t noticed that your face looked concerned. But you didn’t answer the man. You looked at Brad again, he didn’t say anything.
“Ok people! Let’s continue!” The man shouted. 

 Brad hesitated, but then, he quickly pulled you even closer to him than you already were and crashed his lips against yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he tightened his hold on you and pulled you closer to his body.
Now finally, the nerves went away, your mind went blank as you kissed this boy. All of those worries had disappeared.
It was slow and sweet, and you were completely lost.
“And scene! Great job guys” A voice said.
Neither of you stopped.
But now all of those thoughts and worries came back. What were you doing? Why didn’t you stop? You had to stop. This was Brad Simpson, not someone you should be kissing for more than business purposes.
You pulled away, but like the man said, you did it slowly. You kept your eyes closed, and you noticed Brad’s slight surprise when you stopped. He didn’t let go of you. HIs arms where wrapped around you tightly.
You both opened your eyes at the same time. Nobody around you said a word. He let go of you, and you took a step back. He didn’t move or say anything at all.
You looked down at the floor again trying to escape his stare.
So you turned around and walked away, because like everyone had said, it was just a kiss.

….part 2 out….
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I feel like I haven’t been writing as much lately, so I just thought I’d give you guys the links to my Vamps writing on my mainblog… Here you go :)

1. Brad imagine for Aiesha

2. Brad imagine, you move to Birmingham

3. Picture imagine

4. Brad imagine for Elisa

5. Tristan imagine for Charley

6. Brad imagine, you have a nightmare

7. Connor imagine, you meet him

8. Connor imagine, you two fight

9. Brad imagine, you’re scared from a movie

10. Tristan imagine, he’s on tour

11. He gets jealous of another member

12. Argument

13, Connor’s sister, Brad’s girlfriend

14. Brad imagine, he comforts you

15. Tristan imagine, management doesn’t like you

16. Brad imagine, he stands up for you

17. Connor imagine, he asks you to stay the night

18. Brad imagine, he asks you to stay the night

19. James imagine, you’re studying for exams

20. Tristan imagine, meeting the other boys

21. Tristan imagine, you fight then make up

22. Brad imagine, he’s overprotective

23. Brad imagine, a lazy day

24. Tristan imagine, your anniversary

25. Brad imagine, you go to a school dance

26. James imagine, you hate each other but end up dating

27. Brad imagine, he finds out you self harm

28. Brad imagine, a day in NYC

29. Connor imagine, a day out with your daughter

30. James blurb, smut

31. James imagine, pillow fights

32. Connor blurb, make up sex

33. Tristan imagine, you have the flu

34. Brad blurb, late night chats

35. Brad imagine, he’s hyper

35. The vamps blurb, after the break up

36. Blurb, what kind of girl he falls for

37. Brad blurb, a romantic dinner

38. Connor imagine, you watch a scary movie

39. James imagine, he meets your kid

40. Connor imagine, you go sledding

41. Brad blurb, sex after a long day at work

42. His nickname for you

43. Tristan imagine, you give birth

44. Brad picture imagine

45. Brad imagine, the boys find out about your relationship

46. Brad imagine, a day at the beach

47. Blurb, they help you masterbate

48. Brad imagine, you hate each other but end up dating

48. Brad picture imagine

49. Brad imagine, you meet at a concert

50. Blurb, tickle fights

Discussion from the Marek vs. Wyshynski podcast, June 20th.  aka, that time when mainstream hockey journalists stopped to discuss whether Geno has a boner in this picture or whether he just has a huge dick.

M: There’s a picture of Evgeni Malkin holding two large fish.  Underneath, it says ‘Evgeni Malkin goes fishing’.  I think it should be recaptioned.

W: Why is that?

M: I don’t think that’s the most interesting part of that picture.

W: What is the interesting part?

M: Why do his trunks seem, um, a little tight in the middle?  He’s really, really happy to have caught those fish.

W: There does seem to be a bit of a, what I would call, starburst effect happening there.

M: Starburst effect!  That’s a good one.

W: So you’re telling me you believe that Evgeni Malkin has a bit of high sticking going on in this photo, sir. 

M: Little bit.  Shorts just look a little bit too tight.  I’ll tell you what, man, when bathing suits get wet, they don’t tell any lies.  

W: They don’t, they don’t lie. That’s the thing!  I don’t know anything about Evgeni Malkin, okay, I once out of the corner of my eye saw Zdeno Chara in the shower and -

M: Did it frighten you?

W: I vowed never - actually, I gouge out my own eyes every time I enter a locker room now, just to make sure I don’t ever see anything ever again.  Listen, I don’t want to say anything, but I thought Brad Marchand was standing next to him, but it turned out to - listen, point being is that maybe Malkin - he’s a larger gentleman, he’s a man of certain proportions, so I’m saying that perhaps - wet shorts, blessed by god, mayhaps it’s not what you think it is, mayhaps it’s just the way Geno is.

M: I don’t know, man.  What’s the old saying - dead men don’t fall out of windows?  This isn’t anything but a dead man. 

W: It does look a little suspicious.  

M: I’m not sure that Harrison got the right caption underneath the picture, is all I’m saying.  

W: We need to find another instagram account that may have taken a side view.

M: Ah, right, that’s great, this could be just be an optical illusion, you’re right Greg.  I’m sorry, I’m still back there on the starburst effect.

W: It’s entirely possible he’s hiding a smaller fish in his pants.  

HBO War Road Trip au Update

Day 1 - Pit stop/coffee break

  • RUDY MAKES HIS OWN COFFEE
  • Like, portable stove and espresso pot and everything
  • “I’m not drinking that Starbucks slurry, it’s not even real coffee”
  • Insert several fruity barista jokes from Ray 
  • And Brad standing off to the side going “dear god”
  • Nix is probably spiking his coffee
  • And Walt’s regaling everyone with the time Rudy’s stove went off and torched Ray in the face
  • Jay finds this especially funny
  • Everyone either buys java or waits on Rudy to make some for them
  • And it’s just one big happy GI coffee break

Yeah idk this is really short but it kind of had to happen

@hoosiersblanket you’re better at this stuff than I am so feel free to add on

Distance Between Us (Part 2/2)

Note: Hey guys! Before you understand part 2, you’ll have to read part 1 here. Hope y’all enjoy x

Character: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning: Lot’s of smut @ the end >:) (M)

Word Count: 2104

13/Oct

Last night, I left my car at home and took the 10 o’clock bus to anywhere but Mystic Falls and ended up at a motel just outside of New York. I got here at around 4am and checked in using a phoney yet believable name. The receptionist was a rather handsome 6 foot, brown-haired and green eyed man whose name badge read Brad. He handed me the room key and flashed a bright smile, a smile that was almost identical to Damon’s, making my heart drop and stomach flutter for a split second.

I had a good 7 hour rest before I was repeatedly awoken by a buzz that vibrated the nightstand next to me. I squinted my eyes at the tiny shed of sunlight that peeked through the curtains and rubbed my eyes, blindly trying to reach for my phone. I grabbed a hold of it and rolled my eyes as I read a notification saying I had received more than 30 missed calls and “where are you” texts from Damon. I knew this would happen, hence the reason why I took it upon myself to get the hell out of town for a while.

Soon, I had a build up of texts and missed calls from everyone, even Elena. Just before I decided to turn my phone off, a text came in from Damon: I’m coming to find you baby girl, stay safe in the mean time. I thought it seemed odd that he was so calm? Especially because I literally killed him last night. I threw my phone on the bed and ran myself a bath, the shower was mouldy and cockroach infested so I wasn’t taking any chances. I lowered myself into the hot water and let out a sigh of relief, as I held my breath and dunked my head under the water, I lost all control of time. I was under there for 30 seconds before my lungs almost gave in, although those seconds felt like hours as I lay there thinking about how I was going to deal with inevitably seeing Damon again.

I shot up and caught my breath as I washed my face with water and ran my fingers through my hair, resting them on the back of my neck. I sat and thought. I thought about my feelings for Damon. I thought about what I was going to say to him when I saw him again, what he would say? A single tear fell from my eye and I heard it’s minuscule splash in the water. I laid back and rested my head on the edge of the bath, closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

I awoke to a loud bang at the door, Damon found me, I thought as I propped myself up out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I checked the clock on my way out of the bathroom and 3 hours had gone by while I was asleep in the tub. I tip toed to the door and peeped through the hole in the door, to my surprise, Brad was standing outside with a cart.

“Brad? Hi!”, I greeted him as I opened the door.

His eyes widened and he turned away slightly, “Uh, um. Do you want me to come back?”, he muttered awkwardly after noticing I was only wearing a towel.

“No, it’s fine. What’s this?” I tilted my head and pointed to the cart.

“Our finest wine and a cheese platter, compliments of the motel”, he replied.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know motels were this fancy”, I joked, raising the corner of my mouth slightly and laughing through my nose.

“Well, it’s more compliments of me than the motel. You looked rather upset when you arrived so early this morning and I thought a beautiful woman like yourself doesn’t deserve to be sad”, Brad confessed.

I was speechless. I almost brought myself to invite him in except his sweet gesture brought back memories of Damon and his kind heart that only I knew. He would always bring flowers and chocolates or insist that we watched my favourite movie together, no matter how much he hated it; just to cheer me up.

“What am I doing here?”, I muttered to myself but still loud enough for Brad to hear.

“Huh?”, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry”, I slammed the door and quickly gathered my things.

I turned my phone on and almost 50 more missed calls flooded in at once, I immediately called Damon. He picked up in an instant, “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you baby?”, I could hear the worry in his voice. “I’m at a motel just outside of New York. I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m feeling. All I know is that leaving was a mistake”, I replied, tears now streaming down my face. “How about I meet you at the bus station?”, he suggested, “Okay. I’ll be there soon”, I replied and hung up the phone. A rush of happiness came over me and I smiled to myself, knowing that everything would go back to the way it was. I peeped through the hole in the door once again and saw Brad, still waiting in the corridor. I couldn’t face him now, not after I practically led him on then slammed the door in his face. I forced open the window and climbed down the fire escape.

The bus station was a few blocks away, I ran as fast as humanly possible just to be able to hold Damon in my arms. I arrived within 3 minutes and I bent down to rest my hands on my thighs while I attempted to catch my breath. While scanning the station repeatedly I didn’t manage to find any sight of him, I frowned. I was looking towards the carpark, hoping that he would be arriving there. A few seconds later I heard a low, delicate voice from behind me, “(Y/N)”, it was Damon.

I turned around and my heart almost stopped, I closed my eyes and took a breath before I ran towards him and planted myself in his open arms. I squeezed him tight and he locked me in his embrace. I wriggled my head out and looked up at him and saw the reflection of myself glistening in his watery eyes.

“I’m sorry”, I sighed, feeling guilty for leaving.

“Don’t be, it was wrong for me to be so controlling over your actions. I just… I love you so much and I wouldn’t survive without you in my life” he admitted as a single tear fell down his cheek.

“I love you too, Damon. I don’t know what I was thinking”, I cried.

“I’m just glad you’re safe now. If anything would have happened to you I would have lost my mind. Please promise me you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again?”, he asked with a soft tone in his voice.

“I promise”, I nestled my head back into his chest, still locked in his embrace.

Damon rested his chin on my head and held me close to his chest, this is what I’ve been wanting for weeks.

-

We were 3 hours in to our 6 hour drive home when the sun had finally set and the stars began to radiate the sky.

“It’s so beautiful”, I said as I gazed out the car window at the sky.

“Just like my girl”, Damon replied and looked over at me, smiling.

He reached over and intertwined his fingers with mine, gripping my hand tight before looking back up at the road. I giggled to myself and leaned in closer to him, almost hovering over the gears. His skin was warm and tender, I had missed his touch. The tension built up as we held hands and exchanged looks in silence. I felt a weird sensation building inside of my stomach and I knew that I wanted Damon right then and there.

I gripped his hand and focused my eyes on the road as I muttered, “Damon”. I saw him turn his head with concern from the corner of my eye, so I turned to face him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”, he replied.

“I want you right now, I need you, right now”, I whispered.  

“Are you sure?”, he asked lovingly.

Without giving an answer, I crept my hand over to his pants and squeezed his member. Damon let out a low growl and nodded his head before pulling over to the side of the deserted road and parking the car.

I sat up in my seat and climbed over, laying down across the back seat. Damon followed soon after and positioned himself on top of me before he crashed his lips to mine and locked them together in a passionate kiss. His hands traveled from my neck to my breast and he cupped them softly before lifting my shirt over my head. He unclasped my bra with grace and expertise and then slowly pulled down my jeans, exposing my panties. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous”, he groaned as he licked his lips and admired my body, tracing his fingers down my thigh. I let out a small moan and ripped his shirt off of his body, “someone’s a little eager”, he smirked.

He propped my legs up on to his shoulders as he bent down and rested his head between my legs, nipping and sucking at my inner thighs before removing my panties. He clung his mouth to my aching core and began tracing circles with his tongue as he slowly entered a finger. I moaned his name in pleasure, causing him to smirk against my folds. “Stop teasing me, baby”, I whispered and he responded with a wink.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them to his thighs before forcefully grabbing my waist and pulling me towards his hips. I caught a glimpse of his hard throbbing member just before he slammed it into me and began pounding. I didn’t think it was possible but I yelled, “Harder, Damon!”, and he pushed further inside of me with every thrust. This is what I needed, yeah it was crazy and rough, but he was paying attention to me and that’s what I’d been missing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he rubbed my clit with his finger, bringing me closer to the edge.

Damon gripped the top of his leather seats so hard that they began splitting at the seams, “Shit, you feel so good”, he screamed. He leaned down and sucked at my neck, licking it like a dog. The feel of his wet lips and experienced tongue on my neck made me crave an orgasm. I moaned his name loudly and begged him to go faster, he only adjusted himself slightly, not wanting to damage my fragile human body. “I’ll hurt you if I go any faster or deeper, baby girl”, he sighed.

He kept his pace until he felt himself begin to twitch, I spread my legs a little wider to allow him more entrance into me. I gripped his back and dug my nails in, screaming in pleasure. I was so close, I felt my stomach twist and a sensation build between my thighs. Damon and I exchanged hot and heavy breaths into each other mouths while he sent one last forceful thrust into me. I felt my walls clench around Damon and an explosion in between my legs, leaving me twitching with aftershocks. Damon came inside of me and rode out his orgasm with me, finishing with little thrusts and heavy breaths.

He pulled out and collapsed on top of me. I lifted him up and positioned myself half next to him and half on top of him, struggling to balance myself on the back seat. I found a comfortable position, resting on top of his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breaths.

“I miss this”, I admitted to him.

“Just know Princess, I’m the only one that can make you feel this good”, he chuckled but I knew he was serious.

“You’re the only one I want to make me feel this good”, I whispered, gripping his chest tighter.

He rested his head on the door as we lay stretched out across the backseat. I leant up and kissed his neck softly before nestling my head into it. He kissed the top of my head and played with my hair. Just before I drifted to sleep, I smiled to myself and thought, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.