#brendan brady x reader

[gothushi]

U and bralker but u make them fuck and whoever cums first has to watch you fuck the other without touching themselves

i spent so long on this bc ugh… i just had to get it right. fem reader, voyeurism, mostly sub Simon but he’s just whiny, light spanking, unrealistic prep

“What?” Both Brendan and Simon gawk at the same time, well.. Simon gawks and Brendan just raises a brow.. The smirk on your face grows as you laugh, sat back comfortably in the chair in your room.

“You heard me. I wanna watch Brendan fuck you.” Your eyes avert to Simon first, then Brendan, “What? Not really any different than what we usually do.” Except what you three usually do involves all three of you.

“What about you?” You could’ve sworn there was a pout on Simon’s pretty lips as he asks.

“I wanna watch.” A smile graces your lips, smoothing a finger over your nail polish, admiring the rings on your finger before resting your hands in your lap, “So? Get to it, you aren’t shy are you?”

The slight mock seems to spur them on, well, Brendan at least, because the suited man is grasping Simon’s jaw and tugging him into a messy kiss. It pulls a noise from Simon, some strained kind of whine, taking just a moment to kiss back. One thing leads to another, grabby hands pushing off clothes until Simon’s getting pinned down, naked, some snarky remark being said about him getting fucked, which earns a hard slap on his thigh from Brendan.

“Ah! Easy,” He complains, back arching whilst Brendan’s hand shoves him face first against the bed, cheek smushing into the covers.

“Quiet Walker, just put on a pretty show, okay?” Brendan chuckles, sucking a ringed finger into his mouth to coat it with spit before rubbing at the rim of Simon’s exposed hole, making him gasp softly against the duvet on your bed. He pushes in, slow, other hand pressing down on the small of his back to accentuate his arch. Simon makes eye contact with you where you sit, his hands curling into the duvet, brows pushing together as he’s stretched. The Irishman is surprisingly gentle for now, letting him adjust before adding another finger. Walker bites his lip, blue eyes fluttering and struggling to maintain eye contact as he whines at the stretch.

His little noises fill the air for the few minutes Brendan stretches him, before he’s undoing his belt, the buckle clanking together as he doesn’t bother with fully taking off his pants, just shoving them open enough to get his aching cock out. You get to watch the way Simon’s eyes flutter and go hazy as Brendan smacks his cock on his hole a few times, and then watch those pretty blues squeeze shut with a pleasured look covering his face as he pushes in, easing in slow. “Fuuuck, look at that.” Big hands grope at Simon’s ass, letting him get used to the feeling before he sets a brutal pace.

Simon yelps, sounding like he’s been punched in the gut before he arches, gasps, starts moaning with every meet of Brendan’s balls against his own. It makes his face flush a deep red, color traveling down his neck as he squirms. “I have an idea.” You speak, grinning whilst Brendan doesn’t stop but just keeps a hand grasping on Simon’s ass as he looks at you, the other hung limp at his side..

“And what’s that idea, huh love?” How does Brendan sound so composed whilst fucking into him like that? Simon wants to whine, complain, but knows better than to interrupt you as you start speaking again, stuttering little moans escaping him as background noise.

“I have a surprise for whichever one of you cums first. Though you’re probably not gonna like it.”

“So– nnnhah– a punishment?” Walker pants, eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at you from on the bed.

“Smart boy,” You coo, grinning at him, “but I’m not telling you yet. So have your fun!” You wave your hands as if for them to continue even though Brendan hasn’t stopped fucking into him anyway. That does however prompt him to go faster, harder, making Simon whine as his body jolts with every thrust, hair falling in front of his eyes.

This is bad, Brendan’s angling his hips just right to continuously hit Simon’s prostate with every other thrust, his hands groping as the latters ass, knows his body too well and what things make him tick, sending him hurtling towards that pleasurable peak. His cock hangs between his thighs, leaking onto your bed, the sheer force of Brendan’s thrusts making his ass and the backs of his thighs turn pink from the skin on skin impact.

“Stop– asshole, fuh–hahh!” Words fail him as he grabs at the duvet in his fists, not even able to make eye contact with you anymore as he has to squeeze his eyes shut and focus on not cumming. Brendan only cackles a laugh, hand coming down to smack hard on Simon’s ass, “Ah! Oh fuck–“

“You’re gonna lose Walker, suck it up,” He groans, “barely even started too.” Brendan’s eyes flutter closed, hands on Simon’s ass for leverage before they slide down to grip his waist.

The hot hands gripping so hard they might bruise makes him let out a pathetic whimper, “Shut up– nngh!” Simon’s back bends, arching up before Brendan forces it back down, Simon’s knees parting further and sliding until he’s fully laid on his front, dripping cock pressed between his tummy and the bed. The sensation makes his eyes roll back into his skull, a lewd whine escaping him, “Stop– Brendan I’m gon- ah! I’m–“ He can’t even finish his sentence, hips grinding back on Brendan’s cock before down into the bed as he orgasms. His thighs shake, spasming, toes curling and feet kicking the bed as Brendan growls a moan and pulls out, panting.

“Simon loses!” You declare with a giggle, grinning wide.

“That he does,” Brendan agrees, smoothing his hands up and down Simon’s back in a soothing manner, the latter laying there like a wet sock. He grumbles something unintelligible, pulling another laugh from you.

“Don’t pout baby,” You coo, “you didn’t.. not agree to this.” With that said, you get up from your vanity chair and go over to Simon, kneeling down on the bed beside him with one knee as you bend down. A hand finds his hair, petting over him as he finishes catching his breath. He really never stood a chance. “You wanna know your punishment?”

He groans, “Just tell me.”

“You.. my handsome thing..” You start, kissing his temple which pulls a small hum from him, “have to sit over there and watch Brendan fuck me. And you can’t touch yourself.” The declaration makes him whine a bit, looking up at you.

“Really?

“Really.”

“Sounds pretty fuckin’ nice to me.” Brendan finally chimes in, now fully naked.

“Well– obviously!” Walker retorts, throwing a glare back at the Irishman. He cackles in response and spanks Simon once, making him yelp.

“Shut up and get in the chair.” Even though he doesn’t want to, he listens, reluctantly getting to his feet and moving to where you previously sat. He sits with a groan, half hard, never having fully softened. Cum coats his cock, sticky and smeared along the length as he lays his arms on the armrests of the chair.

“I really can’t touch myself, at all?” Walker complains softly, trying a pouty look.

“Not one finger.” You confirm, grinning as you lay back on your bed, thighs parting to invite Brendan between them. He wastes no time at all, crawling overtop you to kiss you deeply as he grinds his cock against you. The sensation makes you moan, getting lost in his kiss for a moment and looping your arms around his neck. One of Brendan’s fingers circle your clit, slow, deliberate, before dipping to feel how soaked you are. The feeling pulls a groan from his chest.

“Fuck Simon, she’s drippin’, y’like watchin’ us that much?”

A giggle fills the air, bubbling up your throat as you nod, “Yeah, you two listen to me really well.”

“Oh shut up,” The Irishman laughs, sliding into you in one slow motion. It makes both of you groan, and Simon whine, forced to just watch. He squirms a bit as Brendan starts to roll his hips into you deeply, a different movement than how he fucked Simon. It stutters a moan out of you, your back arching and you tilt your head back whilst Brendan’s lips cover your neck, “Fuck, there y’go..”

He grinds slow, deep, just how you like it and his cock reaches so deep, just bordering on painful, “Oh my God, fuck Brendan,” it leaves your lips as a whine, hands grabbing at his biceps with nails pushing into his skin.

Simon squirms a bit in his seat, cock aching now, and he digs his fingers against the armrests so as to not touch himself. His face feels flushed because of him watching you two, watching how Brendan’s hands push at your shoulder and thigh, his tongue licks up your neck hotly, nipping at your jaw before kissing you again. Arousal swirls in his gut, making him whine softly.

The noise makes you detach from the kiss and turn your head, whilst Brendan buries his face into your neck and kisses to resist the urge to cum already, “What, love? Feeling neglected?” You grin.

“Can’t I–“

“No.”

“Mmm c’mon–“

“No.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s not– ah! not nice Simon.” The insult only brings a breathy laugh to your lips, and then Brendan pipes in with a groan.

“I’m putting you over my lap when I’m done with her.”

“Are not!”

“Yes he is, oh fuck–“ Your agreement tapers off into a whine, thighs squeezing Brendans waist, “Right there, please.” He obliges easily, anything you ask, a couple fingers skillfully rubbing your clit in circles, with just the right pressure to send your legs trembling and a warning on your lips, “Bren– I’m gonna–“

“Go on, cum on me.” The Irishman groans, sucking at your pulse point. The action sends you over the edge, legs tightening around him and spasming as you cum, hard, the sensation rolls through you with gasping moans, both men practically whining at the sight as Brendan cums as well. Panting fills the room, only interrupted by the quiet whiny noises Simon makes. Your head tilts, giving a tired grin at Simon, before turning to the one atop you,

“So, I get to watch you spank him right?”

————————♡

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Simon weeps, face flushed with tears wetting his cheeks, bent over Brendan’s naked thighs and practically falling off with how much his legs kick.

“Shoulda thought before you ran your fucking– “ Brendan’s hand tangles into the others hair, yanking his head up and pulling a cry from the other, “mouth. Apologize again.”

“I’m sorry!” He squeals, the Irishman’s ringed hand coming down on his ass again, the pain making his ears ring and his heart pound.

All the while you watch with a laugh bubbling up in your throat.

[chukys-mouthguard]

please please please

“if you wanna go and be stupid, don’t do it in front of me”

featuring -> matthew tkachuk x female reader

genre -> fluff/angst

word count -> 1.4k

*not proofread

-> short n’ sweet masterlist

Surely there was no way that Matt could even think about alcohol after his multi-day bender after winning the cup. But somehow, he was knee deep in the sand, and knee deep in his fifth margarita. Jumbo margarita to be exact.

You’d begged him to pace himself, mostly concerned his body would shut down on him in protest of not being able to digest any more alcohol. But he reassured you he was good to go!

The vacation was something he’d planned spontaneously, wanting some time for just the two of you before he’d have to retire his party boy ways and get in gear for the upcoming season. Though he’d now gathered quite a reputation from fans and haters across the internet for his persona after winning the cup.

People were calling him all sorts of things, simply because he had been living his best life on cloud nine. Though you knew nothing they said was true, you were a bit unsure of how you’d deal with drunk Matt on this vacation all by yourself.

Thinking back to day three of no sleep when he thought it was a good idea to host a drunk belly flop competition at your house, only for two of his teammates to puke instantly after hitting the water. Not a fun cleanup for those involved, and Matt still won’t live that down in your heart. But this vacation was a good start to him getting back on your good side.

He’d planned a couples massage, a nice moonlit dinner on the beach, the whole nine.

“Matty, I love you.”

He smiled at you from his beach chair, the word drunk practically branded across his forehead and written in his eyes. Eliciting a chuckle from you as he simply whined, hating when you laughed at him when he’d been drinking.

“You say you love me, then you make fun. Not nice.”

“Babe, I do love you. But I also love when you’re acting goofy like this. It makes me smile, it’s not to make fun I promise.”

He just shrugged it off, reaching his hand out for yours as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.

“Matthew Brendan Tkachuk, if you don’t hurry up we are gonna be late.”

You scolded as he continued taking his sweet time getting out of bed. His jumbo margaritas having caught up to him and making everything difficult. A groan fell from his lips as he slid off the side of the bed, stumbling to his suitcase to look for clothes to put on.

“Babe, I laid your clothes out already. Come on! We are gonna be late!”

As much as you loved Matthew, he was getting on your last nerve. This vacation was supposed to be a turn from the crazy Stanley Cup celebrations. A chance for the two of you to have a moment for yourselves before training camp and another crazy season got underway. Matthew having told you the trip wouldn’t be consumed with drinking as he was sure his liver couldn’t handle anymore after the week long partying he’d done back home.

You should’ve listened to his dad and Brady, both of them telling you that Matt wasn’t done celebrating yet. Though you wanted to believe he’d retire the alcohol for even a few days to make the most of this trip with you.

He smiled at you with rosey cheeks as he grabbed the clothes from the dresser where you’d set them out, heading into the bathroom to quickly rinse off and get changed.

Checking your watch you knew you were at risk of missing your reservation, this dinner being something you’d looked forward to since the first day here. Matt had put so much planning into it, and soon it would be all for nothing.

“Okay hun, let’s go!”

Matthew finally emerged from the bathroom, the buttons on his shirt proving to be a challenge as none of them lined up properly, causing you to chuckle as you rushed to fix them.

“Matthew, stop it now!”

You scolded him as he was walking along a ledge of the beach, pretending he was on a balance beam at the Olympics. While it was funny at first, the wall had grown increasingly higher and you were nervous that he’d injure himself and put himself in hot water with the organization come training camp in a few weeks.

“Relax babe, m’fine! See!”

He sped up his pace as he quickly put one foot in front of the other, laughing down at you as you tried to keep up with him. Your heels in hand as you weren’t trying to break an ankle chasing down his drunk ass.

“And now for the dismount.”

He stopped in his tracks, taking a deep breath as he turned to face the sand, a concentrated look on his face as you pleaded with him to not do something stupid. Keith and Brady’s words replaying in your head have fun trying to keep him in check. You were very much hating them for ever putting those ideas into the universe right now.

“He’s going to attempt a front tuck, will he stick the landing.”

He flashed a smirk to you with a wink, ignoring your pleading for him to stop. Telling him to think about the upcoming season, training camp, the team would kill him if he ended up with a season ending injury because he was drunk in Mexico pretending to be an Olympic gymnast.

But Matthew surely didn’t listen, attempting his flip only to fail miserably. His groans immediately sobering you up from any drop of alcohol you’d had, though nothing compared to him.

“Matt, are you okay!”

He rolled in the sand grabbing at his shoulder as he groaned, and your fears had come true. A torn ligament, broken bone, surgery, his season would be in jeopardy.

“Matt, come on tell me what’s wrong?”

His groans soon turned to chuckles as he smiled at you, your concern immediately turning to anger as you smacked his arm.

“Are you fucking kidding? What the fuck is wrong with you! Get yourself back to the hotel, I’m done.”

He quickly realized his joke was nothing but, running after you and stopping you in your tracks. His hands were holding tight to yours as he frantically apologized.

“Baby I’m sorry, okay, it wasn’t funny. You’ve just been so stressed and worried about me all trip, I thought you needed a good laugh.”

“So you pretend to fucking get hurt? Everyone told me this trip would be me baby sitting and got were they right! You promised this was a trip for us, to relax after the hype of the Cup celebrations. But here we are with you drunk everyday once again. I should’ve known this would turn into a multi day binge for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed past him. Matthew cursing himself for fucking up this trip, one that he’d planned and promised to be anything like the last month or so. And yet he’d fallen short, living up to the expectations of everyone that told you that he’d not give up the partying.

“Baby please, okay I’m sorry. Please stop.”

Matt stood in front of you, his hands caressing your face as he tried his best to apologize.

“You’re right, I promised this vacation was for us. And I ruined that by getting so drunk. And that joke wasn’t funny, I know you’re just worried about me doing something stupid. Which, I fucked that up. Clearly. But, please don’t be mad at me. Let me fix this!”

You tried your best to keep your stern look and be mad at him, but as he peppered your face with kisses. Moving to your neck before he picked you up and spun you around, earning a laugh from you and knowing he’d won you over.

“See, I knew you couldn’t be mad at me for long!”

Rolling your eyes you kissed him back, running your hands through his curls as you sarcastically smiled up at him.

“Well I’m still mad, but if you promise to not do any more stupid drunk shit like that, maybe I’ll forgive you.”

He nodded his head, stealing another kiss before he started walking towards the water with you in his arms.

“Matthew, what are you doing? This feels like another stupid drunk thing!”

The closer the two of you got to the water the more you fought his grip, knowing he was planning to take you for a swim. Matthew laughed at you as his arms held tighter to you, ready to dunk the two of you into the ocean despite your pleading for him to stop and turn back.

“No, no babe, it’s not I promise. The water will help sober me up quick! But they say night swimming is dangerous alone, I’ve seen plenty of research studies!”

[bordysbae]

Being at the lake house and dating Brendan and showing some pda every once in a while. But you’re Luke’s twin and so you have all of your protective brothers always around trying to stop you two for doing anything

“pda”

brendan brisson x hughes!reader

word count: 1.1k

you’ve known brendan for many many years since you guys are family friends, but he’s always just been a friend to your brothers, and nothing special to you. but all that changed when you started college at umich.

you and your twin brother luke both attend the university of michigan. you and luke have always been attached at the hip and definitely have separation anxiety from each other, so getting into the same college was good for you both, and came as a shock to no one.

at first luke was pissed when you and brendan started dating. he knows how brendan can be when it comes to girls, and the last thing he would ever want is for you to get hurt. but he learned to accept it when he saw just how adamant you were about brendan. after that, you and brendan started dating during first semester, and now it’s currently summer break.

every summer break has always been spent at the lake house, and every year the teammates and friends who get brought along to the house varies. this year instead of bringing one of your friends, you decided to bring brendan. of course this is beneficial to everyone, since luke brought some of the other umich guys along too, but brendan promised to pay attention to you as well as the other guys.

and best believe you have his attention.

you walk out onto the deck where some of the boys are either lounging or playing monopoly. you remove your t-shirt, but leave on your jean shorts, revealing your brand new baby pink bikini top. you can feel brendan’s eyes on you as you fold up your t-shirt and place it on top of the deck railing. you walk over to the wicker couch where brendan is sat, with ethan and luke on his other side. “y/n! play monopoly with us!” luke exclaims. “okay, i’ll be on brens team” “oh of course you chose brendan over me” luke rolls his eyes, making everyone laugh including you.

“come sit” brendan pats his leg, since the other spots on the couch and chairs are taken up by jack, luke, ethan, and trevor. you gently sit on his lap, earning the death glare from both luke and jack. you bite your lip to hide your laugh, as you look through the money that you and brendan have. brendan places his head on your shoulder, and you run your hands through his soft brown hair, and he places a few soft kisses on your bare shoulder as you do so.

luke continues to try and ignore the times you guys show pda every so often during the game, but you see him and jack sharing glances every once in a while. quinn, brady tkachuk, and cole caufield walk out onto the porch and quinn’s eyes are instantly drawn to you being sat on brendan’s lap.

“um, heyyy guys.” cole says awkwardly, as he sees the way your older brothers are all looking at each other. “coley and brady! hi guys” you exclaim as you rise up off of brendan’s lap. you rush over to cole claiming you have a tiktok you’re dying to show him, but you really don’t. you just needed and excuse to get away from the awkward moment with your brothers, and cole knows that. you decide it’s best if you quit the monopoly game and tan instead, so that way your brothers don’t end up putting brendan in a chokehold.

—

later that night after dinner, you all decide to go make s’mores by the fire pit. of course there’s not enough chairs, so like before, you’re sat on brendan’s lap. trevor, brady, and ethan are sat on the grass, while luke, jack, quinn, and cole all have their own chairs.

you’re in one of brendan’s hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts. your head rests on brendan’s shoulder as luke and jack tell embarrassing stories about quinn. brady begins to chime in telling stories from when him and quinn were roomates, and you begin to crack up laughing. brendan can’t help but look at you as you laugh, a smile growing across his face.

“what? do i have something on my face?” you whisper to him, instantly wiping your mouth. “no no you don’t, don’t worry” he chuckles as he removes your hand from your face, interlacing your fingers together. “then what were you looking at?” you ask, your guys’ tone still remaining so that only you can hear each other. “i was just watching you laugh, i think it’s so cute how your head falls back and your cheeks turn a little pink” he admits, instantly making you blush and hide your face.

“no idea what brendan just said to y/n, but i bet it was something disgusting” jack groans. “i bet he was confessing his undying love for her” luke chimes in. instantly the group of boys around you erupts into theories of what brendan had told you, and before you know it you guys are being mimicked. your cheeks must be beet red at this point.

“oh brendan i just love you sooo much! kiss me!” jack says to trevor in a very high pitched voice. “oh y/n, i love you even more! i love you to the moon and back, times 100!” trevor replies, leaning in for a kiss from jack. you quickly get up from the chair and gently push trevor and jacks faces apart, just before their lips can get any closer. you roll your eyes at jack and flip him and trevor off.

“uh hello! jack whenever you would bring girls over i would never make fun of you!” you groan. “uh yeah, you would?! you and luke would always bully the crap out of me! remember when you scared that one girl i was talking to away?! i’ll never forgive you for that” he says, pointing a finger between you and luke. “oh suck it up, she was annoying anyways” you chuckle, seeing luke nod in agreement.

“i’ve never been more glad to have gotten out of the house when i did” quinn says, taking a sip of his drink. “don’t even get me started on you quinny! remember when i caught you and-“ “that’s enough from you missy! isn’t it past your bedtime?” quinn says, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment,

“CAUGHT HIM DOING WHAT?” cole and brendan say, obviously very intrigued. “don’t you dare say anything! we’ll stop bullying you i promise, please just be quiet this once!” quinn pleads. “woah woah, who said we were gonna stop!” luke complains, waving his hand between him and jack.

silly moments like this have always been what your summers have looked like, and you’d never trade it for the world.

[focusfixated]

absolutely going out of my fucking mind right now. here i am, on an ordinary saturday evening, thinking, as i sometimes do, about brendan brady, a recurring character from 2010 to 2013 on the british soap opera hollyoaks.

i go into the brendan brady tag all casual-like, expecting, as is the case every time i do this, to find like, two gifsets from 2012 and a link to the hollyoaks pride month special they did like 8 years ago.

instead? i find an absolute stream of posts tagging simon walker, an undercover detective who had a storyline towards the back end of brendan's run on hollyoaks, which involved a truly insane amount of manipulation, crime, and violent murder.

so i look into it a bit closer. turns out - the actor who played walker, neil newbon, is the voice actor for astarion in BG3.

i know nothing about BG3. but i've seen the pictures. all this time i've been seeing this white-haired, high-elf motherfucker and you're telling me it's walker from hollyoaks??

the brendan brady-era hollyoaks fandom on tumblr has consisted of about nine people for eleven years, and now, of all things, there's a bralker renaissance out of absolutely fucking nowhere.

i don't know what to fucking do with myself right now. there's x reader fic. there's discourse. you know your miniscule fandom's having a modern revival when there's discourse about whether two soap opera characters (the most classically problematic of characters) are too toxic for each other.

absolutely fucking surreal.

[cuttergauthier]

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Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

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Cruz Lucius

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[cellythefloshie]

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Sundress Season - Andrei Svechnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x teammate’s sister!Reader (f)

Summary: Being a Staal sister, you’ve seen your fair share of cute hockey players, but none that have struck you like Andrei has. What will happen at the postseason summer barbecue at the captain’s house?

Word Count: 4.3K

Author’s Note: I am a sucker for the summer sundress trope. The rest is just pure, unadultered filth. I don’t know where it came from, but I will be blaming (crediting) @ryanpulock for keeping Tumblr’s Svech-thirst train alive.

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). A cocky Russian, swearing, brief alcohol use/mention, absolutely filthy dirty talk, risqué sex, unprotected sex, choking, very brief voyeurism reference, creampie.

Masterlist / Sequel

As a Staal sister, you’d spent more than your fair share of time around hockey players — of all kinds. The rugged veterans, the hot shot rookies, the career 4th line grinders. You grew up around it, living in the rink alongside your brothers, old sticks and rolls of tape scattered in the trunk of your car. You’d met some legends, both humble and cocky, and you’d met fresh faced kids who were just drafted, still pimply and uncertain. 

But none of them struck you like Andrei Svechnikov. 

Most of the Canes were cordial to you, friendly, but kept their distance because you were their captain’s sister, duh. It was a respect thing, but it was also a little bit of a fear thing. There had been a few guys through the years that weren’t careful with their lingering glances and flirtatious winks, and had promptly been chewed out by one — or more — of the menacing Staals. 

That wasn’t the only reason things had never progressed, though. For the most part, your own interest was never piqued past some surface-level flirting, primarily because you knew that the large majority were scummy, and dirty, just looking for a quick fuck — certainly never the kind of guy you’d bring home to meet mom, dad, and four huge brothers.

Simply put, none of them caught your attention enough to even consider the idea of risking the wrath of the Staal boys.

Except Andrei.

When he came back from his summer break following  his rookie year, he was stronger, more filled out, and, undeniably, downright delicious. It was a notable change, to everyone, and you were no exception. He was cooler, more confident, almost cocky in the way he carried himself, and what’s worse is that you liked it — you couldn’t help it. In just a few short months, he’d transformed from just another one of your brother’s teammates to an absolute Russian dreamboat who you couldn’t keep out of your head. He was pesky, cropping up on Instagram or in casual conversation just as soon as you’d forget about him, never completely slipping from your mind.

He noticed, too. Being less than an hour from your brother, spending holidays and the occasional weekend with him, you saw Andrei somewhat regularly, and he never failed to make you sweat with just a glance. The tension between you two had been growing, steadily and slowly, over the last few months, through subtle glances here, ghosting touches there. Which is why you found yourself nervous for today, an excited energy fluttering low in your belly.

Playoff hopes dashed, Jordan was hosting an end-of-season party before everyone parted ways for the summer. It’s pure coincidence that you happen to be visiting at the same time, having just finished your semester at Duke. Mostly coincidence, at least. 

Just like it’s a coincidence that you picked your flounciest sundress, the one that ripples in the wind and fits your bust in just the right way to show the perfect amount of cleavage while still maintaining your ‘Captain’s Little Sister’ image.

And you play your part well, flitting through the groups that form, making the casual conversation and ensuring that drinks are filled and snacks are stocked. You play catch up with Brendan, joke around with Aho, tell Brady about your program. Heather appreciates the extra hands, chopping up the veggies for the dip, mixing the lemonade for the pitcher, and replenishing the huge spread of food on the kitchen island.

You’re chatting with Jaccob’s wife, Kylie, when Andrei walks in, the air suddenly different and the feeling of eyes that aren’t Kylie’s on you. A glance at the patio confirms what you already know to be true: the object of your affections has arrived, and he’s already taking in the sight of you, offering a close-mouthed smile and a wink before he turns to find a drink.

“He always looks at you,” she comments when she sees where your eyes have trained, returning his smile. “I think our not-so-little Andrei has a crush.”

“My brother would skin him alive, and then kill me, too,” you shake your head, ignoring the heat that her observation brings to your cheeks. Surely the sun beating down had more to do with your sudden hot flash than a certain Russian’s presence, right? 

“He’s a really sweet kid,” she says, as if she’s talking about a boy who is courting her teenage daughter and not a six-foot-something professional athlete. “Always so polite.”

You hum, nodding vaguely in agreement, before stepping away to refill the chips on the table. Once you’ve completed a quick check of the spread, you retrieve your beverage, moving out of the sun to cool under the shade of the large oak tree. Casually, you glance over your shoulder, eyes sweeping over the groups chattering in the yard, until you’re met with two rich sepia irises, already staring back at you. A shy smile quickly forms on your lips, and you look away.

Not two minutes later, you glance back to see a large, dimpled Russian offering a wave as he walks up to you. Part of you wants to smirk, to chirp him that he’s by your side the moment you’re alone, but then he’s standing next to you and his cologne is invading your senses and suddenly you can’t think straight, barely able to look up at him and meet his eyes. 

“It’s nice to see you,” he greets you, smiling, taking a swig of beer from the sweating bottle in his hand. You can’t help but let your eyes drag along the tendons of his arms, over his enormous hands. Had his fingers always been that thick?

You blink, snapping yourself out of it, and offering a, “You too, Andrei.” Then, “I’m sorry about the playoffs.”

“Ah,” he waves his hand, as if all of the frustration and pain could be shooed away with the gesture. “It sucks, but we’ll do it next year. I’m sure of it.”

Humming, you agree, and when you ask if he’s going home for the summer, he says, “I’m here for another few weeks, and then my brother and I are going to Hawaii. Should be fun.”

Again, you nod in agreement, doing your best to push out the mental image of him sitting shirtless on a beach.

“Marty wasn’t sure if you would be here,” he changes the subject, wordlessly in control of the conversation, like he has a purpose and isn’t even going to bother with small talk. “But I knew you would be.”

“How’s that?”

He smirks then, smug in the way he looks at you, and somehow you know he’s got you right where he wants you. 

“Since you’re dying to fuck me.”

Instantly, your eyes widen and you choke on the Mike’s Hard you’re sipping on, heat rushing straight to your cheeks at the blatant, sudden call out. How — ?

“You’re not very good at hiding it, you know,” he continues, as if he can read your mind, has seen every single filthy thought you’ve had about him since he strolled in through the sliding door with his casual, easy air and his shirt that’s just a little too tight around his biceps.

“I — you — it’s —“ you splutter, all thoughts in your mind completely void. What are words, anyways? 

Andrei ignores you, shifting on his feet in a way that looks casual but ultimately gets him a few inches closer to you. He lowers his voice, “It’s okay, ‘cause I’m dying to fuck you, too.”

The air of the conversation shifts dramatically as his words settle in, right into your core where you’ve been dreaming of having him, and you’re both mortified and inexplicably turned on at his certainty. He loves watching you squirm, you can tell by the pleasure in his fiery eyes, like he’s playing a game that he has all the cheat codes to.

“Andrei,” you finally manage to choke out. “Jesus Christ.”

“Moaning my name and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he shoots back with a smirk.

“You can’t – you can’t just –” you gulp again, looking around frantically, ensuring that no one is listening in, “– say that!”

He shrugs, taking another swig of his beer, and you know you’re fucked when you watch his tongue dart out to lick the leftover foamy liquid off his lips, wishing you could do it for him. “Why not? It’s true.”

“That doesn’t mean – I’m – Jordan –” a pause, a deep breath, a collection of thoughts. “Jordan is my brother, and your captain, in case you forgot.”

Andrei must have known that response was coming, because he’s quick with a, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, it kinda makes it hotter, no?”

You feel like your brain is going to explode at his casual air, as if he’s asking you to pass the salt at the dinner table instead of suggesting you fuck your brother’s teammate inside his own home. To keep up the image of casual conversation, despite the fact that it is far from it, you take another sip of your drink, willing it to cool you down.

He watches you, amused at your attempt to gather your thoughts. Of fucking course you want to, your pussy practically screaming at you to have his mouth on her, and, you admitted to yourself, it would be kind of hot —

“You gonna let me? Fuck you?” his low voice pulls you out of your thoughts, posing the question plainly, and you can’t decide if the bluntness is the Russian in him or simply just his confidence. 

Despite every ounce of your brain shouting at you to say no, you’re nodding before you can think twice about saying yes, head moving of its own accord. With a short glance around the yard to Jordan, ensuring he’s thoroughly preoccupied as he holds someone’s newborn baby, you feign a goodbye to Andrei, muttering, “Guest bathroom. 5 minutes.”

All he does is smirk, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, tempted to take back your words if he doesn’t bottle up his attitude. But you know that’s not what you want, not really.  

Once you’re in the bathroom, door shut firmly behind you, you take a deep inhale and look at yourself in the mirror as the reality of your decision comes crashing around you. Are you fucking crazy? In Jordan’s bathroom?

This isn’t you, never daring enough to do anything even remotely risqué as this, but you can’t deny that the anticipation that thrums through your veins is exhilarating. Besides, it was only a matter of time before you’d develop a crush on one of your brothers’ teammates, and they’d be stupid not to expect it. 

There’s a soft knock on the door, startling you and popping your thought bubble. With another quick inhale, heart panging in your chest, you open the door, your knees nearly buckling at the smirk that greets you on the other side. 

Andrei pushes in, making sure the door is closed and locked behind him before he’s on you, grinning, hands gripping your hips to pull you close to him. His enthusiasm encourages yours, and your hands find purchase on the sides of his face, pulling him in to tug your mouth to his. For a moment, you’re taken aback by the taste of him and the fullness of his lips against yours, distracted by the way his tongue teases you. It’s everything you wanted and more, and he’s only just kissed you.

“What took you so long?” you ask, voice muffled, broken by a sigh as one of his large hands reaches to squeeze your ass.

“Your fucking brother cornered me on my way in here,” he says, giving your other cheek a knead, grinning at the involuntary moan that he pulls from you.

“Y’tell him what we’re about to do?” you tease, deciding that if he was going to let his hands roam free over your body, you’d do the same. Palms run over the smooth, hardened muscle of his chest, feeling the cut of his pecs, then his strong core, admiring with your hands through the material of his shirt.

You’re not sure if it’s your movements or your words that draw a low groan from him, a dark chuckle sounding from his throat as he moves to press kisses along your jaw. “He’d murder me if I told him what I wanted to do you.”

You hum, his admission sending heat directly to your core. Head turned to the side to allow him more access to the tender part of your neck, you manage, “Why don’t you tell me instead?”

“Driving me fucking crazy with this dress all afternoon,” he murmurs hotly, taking advantage of the space you allow him. “Could barely control myself.”

A gasp leaves your lips as he nips at a spot beneath your ear, careful to place it so that it’d be covered by your hair. Fingers tangle in the fringes of his hair, holding his head close to you.

“You still haven’t told me.”

It’s Andrei’s turn to hum, distracted when he unceremoniously tugs the ruching of your dress down, exposing your breasts and immediately moving to get both hands and his mouth on them, fondling and kissing every bit of skin he can touch. A shiver runs through you as his lips find your nipple, flicking and laving the sensitive part with his tongue. 

“This, for starters,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin. The depth of it rumbles through you, vibrating your chest. “Been wanting to see these tits for so long.”

He tastes you, hands cupping your breasts as he allows his face to press between them. Your hand moves between your bodies, tugging at his shirt, and he pulls his scorching mouth away from you for a few unbearable moments to throw his shirt over his head before he’s back on you. 

“Andrei,” your voice calls him, a sharp reminder that he doesn’t have time to worship you the way he really wants to.

“All I could fucking think about all afternoon was pulling this,” he says after tearing himself away from your tits, grabbing the flowing skirt of your dress, “Over these pretty hips of yours and bending you over, fucking you ‘til you scream.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, Svech? We don’t have all day.”

He lets out a mix between a groan and a growl, twisting your body so your back is to his chest, facing the mirror, and you watch his hand, heavy on your thigh, move its way up to your breast while he plants another open-mouth kiss to your neck. Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut, unable to do anything but revel in the pleasure — and he hadn’t even touched you yet, not really.

You’re impatient, and a whine slips through your lips as your hips move against him. He’s hard, you can feel him where he’s pressed up against your ass, and if not for the layers and layers and layers — far too many layers — of clothing between you two, you think you could shift your hips just so and he’d slip into you with ease.

“Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear, the depth of his voice settling into your core. “I’m the one who’s gonna get my ass beat if we get caught.”

Andrei’s hand latches to your hip, his other hand moving under the fabric of your dress, finding the soaked cotton of your panties. He’s smirking behind you, into your shoulder, but you can see his dimple poking through and you want to smack the smugness off of his pretty face. You open your mouth to retort, but the words falter on your tongue when you feel his fingers running over your slit, pausing briefly to prod at your clit. 

“A-Andrei,” you groan out, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. “We don’t have time for teasing.”

“Can’t help it, baby,” he grins back. “Been wanting to feel this pussy for years.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder when he pushes one thick finger past the waist of your panties, slipping into you, pushing, teasing, working you. It’s not long before he adds another, and you gasp because fuck, are his fingers thick. 

“God, you’re fucking tight,” he groans, twisting his arm to get better leverage so he can fuck you better, working you open until your eyes are ready to roll back in your head, white hot waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

The sound of distant chatter down the hall makes you freeze, and if you weren’t moments away from coming all over this man’s fingers, you’d probably laugh at the sight of yourself in the mirror: hair a mess, mouth hanging open, tits haphazardly hanging out of your dress, skirt bunched up with a very large, very talented, hand down your gray cotton thong. Your eyes lock with his, brown and wide, not scared but listening intently, as you frantically search for an excuse of why you could possibly be in the bathroom with your brother’s teammate. 

Heather’s voice gets closer in the hallway, eventually passing and moving further into the house. As soon as he realizes the coast is clear, Andrei resumes his movements, bringing you closer and closer to the climax that the brief moment had quelled.

“Give it to me, baby.” His voice is deep, rough, muttered in your ear as you watch the toned muscles in his forearms flex with his movements. “Just give me one and I’ll fuck you so good you see stars.”

It doesn’t take much longer for you to fall apart, slumping forward against the support of his arm as your orgasm hits you, clenching tightly around his two thick fingers. Your hips rolls against his wrist, already desperate for more of him.

Andrei presses a kiss against your neck, gently, drawing the final waves of your release out with long, slow strokes of his fingers. Without an ounce of hesitation, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, as you watch, jaw dropped, while he sucks your essence off of his digits.

“God, you taste fucking good,” he says, smacking his lips. “Next time, I’m gonna spend all day eating this cunt.”

“Oh, there’s a next time, is there?”

“Judging by the way you just soaked my fingers, yeah, I’d say so.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Svechnikov,” you fire back, pressing your ass back against his crotch, sending him a smirk through the mirror as you grind against him.

He growls, not liking your display of control, and murmurs, “Bend over, then, baby. We don’t have much time.”

“Whose fault is that?” 

“I didn’t see you complaining,” he’s quick to retort. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you were moaning.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

He smiles, clearly enjoying your banter, as the palm he places between your shoulder blades pushes you down until you’re leaning against the marble countertop, shivering when your bare breasts hit the cool surface. Your dress is still bunched up around the swell your hips, but he tugs up the material even further before he’s making quick work of his own pants, shucking them down his legs and stroking himself. You barely get a glance at it, thinking vaguely to yourself that next time you’d like to spend a lot more time studying.

“You can have it down your throat next time,” is the statement that pulls you out of your daydream, another dimpled smirk meeting your gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

With one smooth push, Andrei takes the words — as well as any snarky remark — out of you, only able to focus on the feeling of him filling you up. Your mouth falls open, pleasure flooding your system as he begins to move, the friction enough to have you throbbing against him.

Hands grip your hips, pulling you back onto him and you swear you can feel him in your stomach, sure he is quite literally rearranging your guts. He’ll leave bruises, you think, hope he does, so that you can trace your fingers over the marks tomorrow when you’re remembering what he feels like inside you, drawing pleasure with each push of his hips.

When his hand trails up your body, securing a place at the base of your throat, fingers wrapping around with ease due to the size of his hand, your eyes lock with his in the mirror, pleading with him to squeeze tighter. Being the gentleman he is, he obliges as he fucks into you, rough, but careful to make sure his hips don’t slap too loudly against your ass for fear of attracting unwanted attention. He’s forceful with steady, slow thrusts opposed to the fast, hard ones he’d like to give you if you were in private, the ones he’s dreamed of giving you since he first met you years ago. Biting the meat of your palm to stay quiet, you lose yourself in the feeling, letting the desire and heat of the moment take over.

A knock at the door has both of you freezing yet again, Andrei pausing with his hips pressed against your ass, conveniently completely sheathed within you. He’s so fucking deep, stretching you to your fullest, wrapped tightly around his cock, and you know he can feel the way you flutter around him as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“Y/N? You in there?” It’s Heather.

Andrei’s hand releases its grip on your throat slightly to let you speak, though his fingers stay pressed against your neck. Your voice fails you, swallowing, before you’re coughing and replying, “Yeah?”

“Have you seen Andrei? Jord’s looking for him, they’re starting a game of volleyball.”

Resisting the urge to laugh, thinking that you’ve more than seen him, you meet Andrei’s eyes in the mirror and see the sparkle in his eye as his free hand moves to place his finger over your clit. With a glare at him, you do your best to ignore the way he rubs, threatening to pull a moan from your lips. “Uh, no. Think maybe I saw him by the — by the cooler.”

She hums a thank you, and you hold your breath before you hear her shuffling away. Andrei lets out a low chuckle, muffling the sound with your shoulder blade. 

“God, that was so hot,” he murmurs, so low you can barely hear him. “Should’ve felt the way you were squeezing me, fuck. Almost makes me want to get caught.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

With a wink, he resumes his movements, this time rougher now that you’ve both had a brief moment to catch your breath, and you know he’s determined to get you off. Thick fingers tighten around your throat once more, tugging you backwards by your neck so your spine is arched and his lips are pressed against the back of your head, breathing heavily against you. “You gonna hurry up and come for me?” he whispers, breath hot in your ear, his accent thick as he nears his own release. “As much as I want to, I don’t think we should have big brother Jordie walking in while I’m balls deep in his sister’s pretty little pussy.”

“Andrei, please,” is your choked reply, eyelids fluttering shut as he begins to hit that spot repeatedly. “God, right there, please —“

He’s a good listener, striking with precision, and it’s only a few more pumps before you’re shuddering in his arms, your strangled cry quickly muffled by his large hand over your mouth. He fucks you through it, pulsing around him before he’s groaning, pressing deeply into you as hot liquid fills you.

A long exhale leaves you, panting, as his arms release their hold on you, ensuring that you’re stable enough to stand with a smirk. The feeling of his cum leaking down your legs makes you bite your lip when he pulls out, and you watch his eyes flick to it, licking his lips at the sight.

You feel like a kid learning how to bike without training wheels, shaky on your legs, briefly wondering to yourself how the fuck you’re supposed to walk back into the backyard and continue socializing like you didn’t have the lights fucked out of you by your brother’s star teammate. 

Andrei seems to have similar thoughts as he’s tugging his pants back up, running a hand through his hair, laughing, “How am I supposed to go play volleyball with your brother now?”

“Guess you should’ve thought about that before you decided to fuck me in his bathroom,” you say, accepting the tissue he offers you to clean up your legs.

“I would never pass up the opportunity to fuck you,” he says, and you see a hint of seriousness and sincerity behind his eyes, despite the crude words coming out of his mouth. “As hot as this was, next time it should be in private. After dinner, maybe?”

You feel heat in your cheeks at his insinuation, the invitation hanging out in the open before you’re hesitating, your brother’s name hanging heavy on the tip of your tongue.

“I’ll deal with him, when it comes time,” he adds, noting your hesitation, already knowing the look he’d have in his eyes — he’ll save that for another day. 

You smile, nodding an agreement, suddenly shy despite the fact that his cum is pooling in your panties as you adjust your dress. A date. A real date. With a hockey player, your brother’s teammate, yes, but more than that: a gentleman. Finally, a man that was worthy to bring home to the Staals. 

When you make your way back to the party, carefully staggering your arrival from Andrei’s, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips when you make eyes with him as he takes his position by Jordan at the volleyball net. 

This one, you thought, was worth the wait.

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[gothushi]

blurbs:

gun play

daddy kink

human table

too far

sloppy

stuffed

drabbles:

simon headcanons

sub!simon headcanons

walker and brendan

impact play

bralker

fics:

white horse

intoxicating

ultimatum

bots:

white horse

birthday

obsession

[gothushi]

I implore you to consider…domming Walker and Brendan at the same time. Or at least playing into their rivalry, maybe some voyuerism…

ugh, this. i can see both scenarios honestly, fem reader and not proofread im sorry ill check it in the morning

if it’s both of them at the same time, they both worship you. and are extremely competitive with each other. will often fight for your attention, whether that’s giving you a kiss to make the other jealous, or nearly tongue fucking each others mouths because they’re both trying to eat you out. often will start an actual little fight whilst pleasuring you, resulting in you either denying pleasure from both of them or snapping your fingers at them like they’re bad dogs. brendan’s definitely more confident though, say they’re both eating you out, alternating between kissing your thighs and sucking at your clit, and brendan’s hand will start palming over simon’s aching bulge, making him whine on your clit and start panting and drooling more. his head’ll collapse on your thigh, staring up at you with hearts in his eyes as if you’re the one touching him. all the while brendan rubs his hand harder and spits on your already soaked clit to continue what simon stopped doing. you often instruct brendan to fuck simon while you watch, thoroughly enjoying the faces the latter makes, how he grabs the blankets tight in his fists, tears up, stares at you with pleading eyes because he wants you to touch him to. they’re both obsessed with you, will do anything you ask, even if they fight over it.

now if it’s just you and simon, and maybe you’ve had some history with brendan (just to spice it up), simon is a fucking menace. set up a scenario, at chez chez, just hanging out with simon whilst he’s waiting on brendan to come out of his office to talk. but simon gets preoccupied, cornering you against the wall, kissing you deeply. your hands are roaming all over him, grabbing his waist, squeezing, and brendan comes from his office to find simon. he obviously doesn’t notice though, too occupied with kissing you like his life depends on it. you do though, you see the way brendans eyes lock onto yours, the way they harden a bit. a grin flashes over your face, hands roaming up simon’s back making him moan low against your jaw where his tongue drags over your skin. he’s sucking a mark into your skin when you push a knee between his thighs and he gasps, a faint whimper sounding for your ears only. brendan stands amongst the crowded club, keeping his eyes on you both even as people walk past him, colored lights flashing over everyone. within not even sixty seconds simon’s pushing his cock down on your thigh, face flushed, your hands running through his hair, only focused on you, your own eyes focused on brendan. brendan can see you whispering something to simon, something that makes his shoulders shake with a laugh and his body crowd closer to yours, sucking at your neck. brendan can see the way simons lips part to moan, and something of.. jealousy? anger? something, flashes through him. he breaks eye contact just as simon cums against your thigh, none of the drunken crowd even sparing a glance at the two of you at the edge of the room.

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i’d to elaborate more but once again, late night ramble thoughts, i cld possibly do a full fic on one of these ?

[gothushi]

any thoughts on sex pollen/similar? i can't get the idea out of my head of simon begging desperately to cum again and again and again because despite you and brendan putting in the work hes *still fucking horny and needy and whiney*

no thought is more satisfying than picturing simon all flush, leaking down his cock covered in cum and still begging for more

u and brendan are both fucking tired, brendan actually needs a break so uve got ur strap on and simon’s riding u like no tomorrow. he’s whining, tears streaming down his face as ur hands fist over his cock, smeared cum acting a lube. his thighs shake and he’s gasping for air but he keeps fucking pleading

“please don’ stop” “y/n! y/n! go faster, please, please!” “‘m beggin’ please i need it” “‘m so hard. it hurts. please touch my cock” “deeper i- i need u deeper please”

it’s not out of his system yet, not until u give him two more orgasms by holding ur vibrator under the head of his cock, brendans lips kissing beneath his balls and suckling at them, eating him out like his life depends on it. simon squeals, sobbing, face wet with snot and tears whilst he squirts, making a big mess of himself and then he’s nearly screaming in oversensitivity, body back to normal as he thrashes around.

safe to say he doesn’t take random chocolate from joel anymore.

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help i need him LLEASE ITS 3:30AM😫

[gothushi]

sorry I’ve been going a bit insane ever since you mentioned Simon and Brendan going up a clothing size. Would you like to elaborate on that even though I know weight gain isn’t everyone’s cup of tea kink

for me personally i don’t see it as a kink (i’m not gna yuck anyones yum though) i just have this maternal instinct to care and the thought of feeding them good meals that they gain more muscle and weight whilst doing their dirty work has me drooling.

before you’d have noticed how loose some of simons jeans were in the waist (we all seen that one shot of his ass it ain’t loose there.) and he’s always misplacing his belt. like six months later you’re getting ready to fuck and you’re teasing his sides and notice how his jeans are tighter, with no belt, and it gives way to you teasing about how big and strong he is. (think simon but his arms and tummy the size of current neil….. ohhbfnnfnrn)

brendan’s already fuckin thick, everywhere, and he keeps bitching that his suit shirts are gettin too small the buttons are fighting for their lives and one of his suit jackets doesn’t fit anymore after like a year. he’s got a nice tummy on him already so with the weight gain for muscle wise some also goes to his belly drools

yeah toned athletic men cough rob cough are hot but so are the meaty ones

[gothushi]

OMG pls what happens the first time Simon calls Brendan daddy

“listen just trust me alright? you’ll love it” your words do little to reassure brendan’s mood. you said you and simon have a surprise for him, he’ll love it, to just trust you and that it was already talked about beforehand.

leading him up the stairs and into the bedroom, you both find simon where you left him. back to the door, on his knees by the bed. he’s bare besides his boxers, feet tucked neatly underneath his butt as he sits. he doesn’t turn, doesn’t greet either of you, and brendan seems a bit.. concerned.. confused?

you however, just walk over to simon and card a hand through his soft hair, pushing it back and urging his head up at you smile down at him, sitting on the edge of the bed before him, “hi sweetheart, y’miss me?”

simon nearly purrs, leaning into your hand as his blues flutter, “mmm.. missed momma.”

oh.

brendan swallows, slowly walking into the room and letting the door shut behind him, his eyes locked onto where he’s knelt down.

“i’ve got what i promised sweetheart,” you coo to simon, before looking at brendan and patting the duvet next to you, urging him to sit down. he listens, adjusting his suit pants as he sits, and god the sweet smile on simon’s face? worth a million bucks.

“say ‘hi daddy’”

“hi daddy” simon swoons, eyes lidded as you keep petting over his hair, and he leans forward to rest his head on brendan’s knee closest to him.

“this is my– this is the surprise?” brendan swipes a hand over his mouth, eyes flitting between you and simon. you pout though, obviously he isn’t upset but..

“brendan.. so mean, say hi back to him!”

“i-“ he pauses, staring at you for a second before he seems to snap into it and look down at simon, “fuck yer right, i’m sorry love, hi” his hand finds yours in simon’s hair, so you let him take over on petting the boy. he reacts happy to that, making a little mumble as he nuzzles into the smooth fabric of brendan’s slacks. his blunt nails scratch and simon moans a little ‘daddy’ and you hear brendan’s breath hitch.

“right, neither of you are leavin’ this room till i’m done with ya.”

[gothushi]

For some ungodly reason I can't help but feel the urge to baby Simon. Like I could never bring myself to punish or hurt him and I just know Brendan would tell me to stop babying simon after he got punished but I'll just flick him off and let Simon suck on my tits while I gently praise him and stroke his hair. UGHHH 😫

see simon’s just got those sweet big ol eyes that he’ll use to beg and plead and pout whilst blushing to get what he wants and it works!!!!! brendan will tell u to stop babying the damn slut he just keeps doing shit because u let him get away with it. earns brendan the finger and a night on the couch whilst simon cuddles with u with an evil little grin

simon very innocently uses this to his advantage all the time. ur wrapped around his finger and he knows it!! asks so nicely for anything he wants, either an object, a favor, or for u two to do smth together. will often just come in and crawl ontop of u pushing at your shirt whining and u gotta be all “sh sh shh honey hold on” so u can get ur bra off before he’s latches onto ur tits:( brendan walks by the bedroom and scowls but simon’s just ur babydoll🤍

u always let him cum as many times as he wants to as well, he’s relentless when he’s pent up and he’s gasping and constantly saying thank you as his hips pound into urs, lewd squelching of him grinding into ur pussy and he’s begging “one more, one more?” all slurred and drooly:((

[gothushi]

Brendan’s fucking Simon from behind and Simon’s balls deep in you, cock ring on, not sure which sensation he should be leaning in to, not sure if he should be screaming ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’

simon’s in fucking heaven. and hell. he’s buried in your tits, drooling all over them, kissing appreciatively at your nipples and whining all the while. he isn’t even thrusting at this point, just letting the pounding of brendan behind him force his body to grind into you.

scratches adorn his back, thanks to brendan’s blunt nails. his ass is red from the force of brendan’s thrusts, raw and red. his arms strain where your hands hold at his elbows, keeping them back as if you want his elbows to touch behind his back. it stretches his muscles, adds more sensation to the otherwise brutal pleasure he’s facing.

he can’t even think, stretched wide open and deep inside you, wails filling the empty house as he sobs and moans. he’s begging, words muffled against your chest and collarbones as he yelps and whines like a kicked puppy, “momma– mmm– ah!” “da-ah, ah, daddy– please!” “wan’.. wanna cum– cu– can’t hold it!” he’ll squeal, but he has no choice but to hold it thanks to the rubber around his cock and balls, tight, forcefully holding back his orgasm. his back arches, pressing down into you and also pushing his ass back to meet brendan’s hips.

and when he starts begging, pleading to cum, please please please mommy it hurts (he knows better than to beg brendan. it won’t work) said man will yank him up by his hair, watch his back arch as his arms flail to hold himself up so he won’t flop ontop of you, weeping at the pain as the tears slip from his pretty blues, brendan just spits out, “you’ll take what you get boy, how about you thank mommy fer letting you fuck her?” his tone is mean, snide, tossing simon back down into your chest

his whole attiude changes, weeping, grateful he even was allowed to fuck you tonight, worshipping your chest and neck until he begs sweetly for a kiss, eyes wet and cheeks pink, brows drawn up, so you oblige.

it takes ten entire minutes to convince brendan to let him cum, both you and simon begging between whiny noises. brendan’s a sucker for you both anyway.. you would’ve got what you wanted regardless.