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somethingblu3 · 11 months ago

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Velvet Green | Simon Walker

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18+ minors dni.

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Fandom: Hollyoaks.

Summary:

Moving back to Ireland after Lynsey's death, you bump into Walker, who loves messing with you even right in front of your older brother, Brendan..

TW: Voyeurism, Blow Jobs, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Dubious Consent , Incest, mention of religion.

Pairing: Simon Walker x Female Reader.

Word Count: 2,053 Words

"Come on, you can take it; I know you're no amateur", Walker smirks as he looks down at your lips, gagging around his cock.

It had been so long—almost a year since you last saw him—that your life had completely changed. You had to leave Hollyoaks if you wanted to survive; everyone seemed to end up dead there, and Lynsey was the last straw, so you packed up your backs and moved back to Ireland with your Sister Cheryl. For the most part, the move had gone smoothly until you bumped up to Walker in a bar. You had done a double take, not expecting to see him at all. At first, you thought you were dreaming or maybe spiked. Perhaps it was only until he grabbed you, pulling you into a firm kiss, that you realised he was real.

Walker shoves his hands onto your head, forcing you up and down on his cock. Part of you wants to slap the smirk off his face as he continues to thrust, increasing the tension with every pull of your hair. His cum dribbled down onto your chin as you pulled back with a 'pop' sound. He looked almost pleased as he wiped it away with his thumb from your chin. Forcing you up onto your knees, he then shoved you onto the bed. Stumbling back, you grabbed onto the headboard to brace yourself as Walker pulled down the rest of his jeans, exposing his dripping cock, still stained with your drool and saliva.

"God, how much I've missed this pussy”, Walker grins as he spreads you wide, already entering a finger inside you. Luckily, you are wet already, as always. Your underwear is practically drenched as he moves his fingers around it in your clit.

The moan you make is embarrassing, almost a whine. It had been so long since you had Walker inside you, even just a finger alone.

"You've been keeping yourself prepared for me, I bet? Like a good Catholic girl," He smirks.

At that comment, he now adds a second finger inside one that makes you shiver as he glides it up and down in your slick. You could come just like this, you think as you arch your back to give him access. As your hands grip the bed, they play with the light lavender fabric of your panties. You're determined to break them so you can at least feel the ghosting of his throbbing cock.

"Please…" You beg

You know he's not giving in yet.

"Come on, little one, I know you can take another. Don't you want to be good for Daddy?” He knows you've been waiting so long for this.

He grins, your eyes land on his tongue as Walker takes one finger out of your clit. How you long to have his mouth sucking against your pussy, but instead, he inspects his fingers dripping with your cum and shoves it into his mouth and swallows.

"Fucking gorgeous, you taste just as good as I remember," He praises

He seems to know what you want, you whine, your gaze never leaving him as he scoots to the bottom of the bed so his face is buried between your legs. And, of course, Walker doesn't give you what you want as he ignores the aching of your clenching walls instead of biting down hard on the inside of your thighs. You whine in frustration as you dig your hands into his hair, trying to inch him closer.

"Ah ah bad girls don't get rewards" He warns

He teases you even more, his tongue running up your leg even further until he stops at your toes and stops at your ankles, which makes your legs vibrate.

"I kept thinking about you when I was with her - My Wife" He grins.

A smirk grows across your face, and you can't help it. It feels almost powerful to know that while he was fucking his Wife, the Mother of his children, he was thinking of you the entire time. It definitely stroked your ego precisely what he wanted.

He still wears his ring in bed, but you don't mind its presence. It's a constant reminder that she's almost with the two of you in bed together. That thought turns you on even more, especially when it is drenched in your own cum, a little parting gift. You whimper as he digs another digit inside you, this time rougher than the first. Now you can feel the metal of his golden wedding band hitting against your clit, which creates an entirely new sensation adding even more pressure. Before you knew it, you were a quivering mess below him. Walker inched closer, pulling your legs apart with his cold hands.

"Don't hide from me, beautiful" He says as your legs shake.

Finally, he gives you what you want, even with the teasing.

He traced delicate patterns against your clit. You vibrated with each flick of his tongue as he moved faster and faster, like he was craving and dying to have you. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as he hits the spot. You get lost in your pleasure as his tongue rotates around your swollen bud, bringing you the ecstasy you've so badly craved.

"I think you've waited long enough," Walker growls as he presses his hands on the bed inches away from your head, lining his cock into your throbbing wet cunt.

It's easy for him to get his hands going straight to your waist, nails digging into your skin as he begins thrusting and pounding into you. You bounce against the bed, the headboard creaking, and you can feel the metal of the mattress below you jittering, making your heart thump as he quickened his pace. He's so deep inside you that you can feel Walker's cock in the pit of your stomach, and as you look down, you swear you can see it thrusting inside of you. Your whimper is embarrassing even so that Walker reaches his hand out and places it over your mouth.

"God, you're so fucking desperate and pathetic", He taunts, which only makes you cum more.

You wonder how long you can last, probably not long. You had missed Walker so much, but you knew this wouldn't be the last time you would succumb to him.

"Don't give in yet", Walker growls, his lips pressed against your neck. You see him eyeing your skin like he's desperate to leave a huge mark, a hickey so that everyone would see and so that Brendan would know that you were back with him again.

You sigh, but it comes out more like a moan as Walker arches his back into you, distracting you from your thoughts about your brother. He must have known as he pressed his mouth around your neck, biting down hard. It's painful, but you're used to his violent hickeys at this point.

The thrusting of his cock was more unbearable than his bite; it was like you were out of practice as your walls clenched around him.

"So tight" Walker panted as sweat trickled down his forehead, his panting increasing. You had always forgotten how intense his stamina was. He could go for hours and hours even.

He's about to warn you that he's going to cum, but something stops him. A knock.

"What the fuc-" He sneers

You bite his hand, and he lets go, yelping in pain.

"It's Brendan," you tell him urgently.

"Shit, shit," he pants as he tries to come down from his release without spilling all over the bed, but his cum leaks onto the velvet green bed sheets everywhere.

"Hide," you instruct him quickly as you pull down your clothes and conceal your hickey with your long hair.

"Where?" Walker questions.

You run out of options; his cock is leaking too much cum to hide under the bed or in the closet; instead, you decide to shove him under the covers. It's the best you can do for now as Brendan enters, completely oblivious.

"Hey, Sis," he greets.

You whimper, knowing that Walker is below you under the covers. He had complete power to control you like a marionette, to embarrass you and degrade yourself right in front of your older brother.

"What did you want to see me about?" you ask curiously. You could feel Walker's laughter muffled against your thigh. He was clearly taking advantage of this as his teeth grazed against your vibrating skin.

"What? Can I not see My Sister?" He complains.

You shake your head. "Of course not. It's just that… it's been a lot since Lynsey," you say. You don't know why those words came out of your mouth, but they were.

"I know…" He sighs.

And now you feel bad for bringing her up. Lynsey was like an Aunt or a Sister. You were all so close that you considered her family at this point. Now that she was gone, there was a huge gaping hole left that couldn't be replaced.

"How have you been doing? Since everything?" You ask Brendan, fearing Walker had been too quiet under the covers.

"I haven't been doing well…" He admits, "I've been drinking."

And it's at that moment that Walker decides to get up to mischief. He decides to circle his tongue around your wet, throbbing clit. The wetness seemed never-ending as he sucked and sucked against your skin, making you groan.

"Is everything okay?" Brendan asks.

You almost whimper out his name: Walker. With Brendan's eyes lingering on you, it took everything in your power to hold your tongue.

"I'm fine," You tell him, but Brendan doesn't seem to believe it.

"Really? I don't think you've been the same since she's…died. You've been acting differently; you've been studying so much you never come out of your room," he remarks.

You give him a shrug. "I don't know… I just want to do better and have another chance."

"At what?" He asks.

Just as you are about to tell him, Walker decides to continue playing his game. This time, he adds a finger, the one with his wedding ring. You feel an intense shock of cold against the sensitive spot of your skin. You can feel yourself turning red right in front of Brendan, who gives you a puzzled look in return as your breathing grows and hitches.

"I don't buy it," Brendan tells you plainly. "You're trying to use all that to cope, right? I guess I'm glad it's not drugs or… Walker."

You give him a frown, and at that, Walker picks up the pace as he pumps his finger. You brace yourself for an orgasm as your hand reaches for the nightstand beside your bed, clutching it while also aware of your brother's gaze.

"Darling, are you sure you're alright?" Brendan asks. He must know by now that something is going on.

"I'm fine," you stutter.

You can feel Walker groaning and chuckling against your skin as he bites down, clearly enjoying every second while Brendan is entirely oblivious, at least for the most part he is.

"If you need anything, I'm here," Brendan says as he removes your hand from the nightstand and holds it tightly before kissing your knuckles.

You nod as you squirm, but all you can focus on is the dampness spreading beneath you as Walker wriggles under the bed sheets, his tongue exploring every crevice of your clit. The sensation is almost overwhelming, heightened by Brendan's silent presence as he attempts to collect his thoughts.

You know Lynsey was always a soft spot for him, and Walker's boldness only adds to the tension. If Brendan knew that Walker was right under the covers at this very moment, he would be livid.

Still, deep down, you suspect he'd also find a strange satisfaction in it. With a sigh of relief, Brendan finally gets up and exits the room. You wait a while after he leaves before you dare to remove the covers, revealing Walker's messy and unkempt hair as he stares up at you with an irresistible grin.

“I hate you,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

Walker licks your essence from his hand. “Are you sure about that?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Very,” you tell him firmly.

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sweetiestripes · 5 days ago

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Bralker fic time

18+

Warnings: a bit of knife play, restraints, teasing, edging, no release

Part of my Merciless Love series

Bittersweet Victories

"So... a fucking cop of all things, eh-?"

Simon did not say a word, didn't even look at Brendan. He stopped moving too, since he already figured it would be pointless to struggle more against the restraints, it would only cause more damage to him- cutting into the softer parts of his arm- and he wasn't stupid. He needed his strength still in case he manages to outsmart Brendan in a way, which- he had to admit- wasn't as likely as getting killed by him in the next ten minutes. He had a knife, a fucking knife of all the weapons that could end his life- Brendan had to carry a fucking knife this time. Though he knew he didn't deserve a quick ending, Simon preferred not to squirm in pain in front of Brendan- as he mercilessly twists the blade in his flesh.

But it didn't come to that, not yet.

Right now he was walking back and forth in front of him, pacing as if in frustration- though he had Simon right where he wanted. If only he showed a little bit of weakness, just a crumb. Simon was getting desperate to pick up on something in his words.

"... I always knew there was something about you. Always thought you were clever..." - Brendan stopped pacing, turning to him. - "Guess, I can be wrong too."

He was smirking, the bastard, and it elicited an unexpected deep rumbling chuckle from Simon too, but the stretch of the skin sent a spark of pain in his split lip.

He winced slightly but cursed himself for it, his fingers clenching behind his back and he sat up straighter as their eyes met. He watched as Brendan's smirk froze on his face for a second before he was dead serious once again. Just in a blink he was leaning down to him, their faces inches apart, his eyes scanning Simon's lip that had gotten torn by him not even an hour ago, then he made eye contact again, in his eyes some kind of softness and insanity at the same time.

"Bet this is not how you imagined the end of our little trip, huh?" Brendan's voice was quiet, his head tilted slightly.

"And you?" - Simon didn't know where that reply came from but he instantly knew it was the right direction when Brendan's brows rose in surprise, his mouth twitching at the corner. Simon realized his heart was pounding.

"And I-? Uhhh" - Brendan dramatically chuckled, his eye movement deliberate as he looked to the ground, it was all to have an effect. To appear unpredictable... intimidating. But Simon knew him well enough to know, it was all distraction. It's his game. And he only plays his game when worked up. - "Is this really the time to act all bratty, eh, Simon?"

Oh, victory.

Simon felt a wave of warmth flood his body and it took his heart in a chokehold, so he had to control his expressions not to show it all.

"It doesn't hurt to make things... clear between us, hm?" - his voice was soft, deep. His heart racing.

"Well, that's..." -Brendan stood up, reaching for something behind his back. He turned to him once more, his fingertips playing with the blade of his knife.- "That is where you are very... very wrong. It might in fact hurt-"

The next moment Simon felt the cold blade touching the side of his neck and he tensed slightly, his jaw flexing as his eyes pierced into Brendan's while he couldn't help but notice his own jeans getting a bit tighter. His lips pulled into a slight smirk.

"Did I go that deep, Brendan...?" - he said slowly with that stern, brave stare of his. Brendan swallowed, his gaze flicking down to his lips again.

"You're not exactly in the position to tease, Walker" - Brendan muttered quietly, the tip of the knife moving down Simon's neck, slightly grazing his skin. He wanted to squirm but stayed still- he couldn't hold back a hiss though as the blade touched his collarbone. His eyes fell shut too, involuntarily, and they opened up to witness Brendan's self-satisfied grin. - "Does this little toy make you nervous-?"

"Oh, that there-?" - Simon's eyes flicked down but he kept his chin lifted away from the sharpness of the blade.

"Umhm, this here-" Brendan took the knife away from his skin and lifted it in front of Simon's face.

Simon ran his eyes along the weapon, but his gaze settled on the way Brendan's fingers held it, how daringly he caressed the underside with his index finger. He shifted in his seat.

"What makes you think I'm nervous, Brendan-?"

"You have every reason to be... for one-" Brendan sighed- "And, you're tense. Squirming. You must have a vague idea about how much trouble you've gotten y'self into, hmm?" Brendan hummed but it was closer to a growl. Simon exhaled a breath he had been holding. He smirked. Brendan's brows moved just slightly. - "What's so funny? Come on, let me have a laugh too..."

Simon leaned back loosely, as if relaxing a bit despite his sharp situation.

"After all this time... you are still bad at reading people..."

"Oh. Is that so? Enlighten me, then. What am I... getting wrong this time?" - his voice was mocking, mostly teasing with a hint of surprise in it.

"There are people who are your real enemies. And you're trying to prove something here to someone protecting you."

"Protecting? Oh, really? Now that's actually a real good joke there Simon" - Brendan laughed harshly, throwing his head back, straightening himself, letting his hands down next to his body. Simon laughed along with him. It was all pretense and not only on his side, they both knew it. Then Brendan was suddenly in his face again, only a breath away from eachother. - "Considering our past I'll give you one... tiny... minute to go into details before we get more physical here, hm?"

He was now more threatening than anything else.

"Oh come on-" Simon frowned, his voice charged with a bit of emotion- "Do you really think you would still walk free if I was the traitor you think I am? Don't you think I already had a thousand opportunities to get you arrested for something if I really wanted to, huh? Do you really think I'd still put up with your circle of lap dogs and troublemakers-"

The blade was suddenly pressed against his throat again with Brendan getting actually pissed.

"Careful with your words now, Walker because you are on very thin ice... Now use your head before you speak next because if you get me upset, my hand might start shaking..."

Another threat. Another one Simon ignored but he didn't smile any longer. He was past playing games.

"If you wanted to kill me you'd already have and if I wanted to catch you I already could have. But we haven't. And you know the reason for it. I know you do, Brendan-" he said with his eyes raised up at Brendan's determined face, pleading.

Brendan slowly, very slowly bent his back and leaned super close to him now, not leaving room for a single breath between them.

"...and that would be?"

He knew. Simon had no doubt they were on the same page with the way Brendan kept staring at his lips without shame, making it torturous. Simon realized he is actually panting and he swallowed hard, his jaw flexing. He felt highly frustrated by being toyed with. He wanted to hold out longer but the way Brendan's soft breaths caressed his lips the pressure became unbearable - in more ways than one.

He instinctively launched an aggressive kiss against Brendan's lips- and the fucker had the audacity to pull away instantly as if burned by fire... as if he didn't crave the same thing so badly. When their eyes met, Simon was gritting his teeth, his breaths coming through them harshly, panting as a feral dog while his eyes flashed anger and impatience. Brendan's lips pulled up into a slight smug grin before he bit how lower lip and leaned back to kiss Simon gently in comparison to the earlier heat.

Simon was going mad, his blood boiling under his skin. The tongue that his was seeking so desperately was only slightly touching him, Brendan was playing with him on purpose. Simon let out a harsh huff and tore his head away to regain some of his control and his right mind, as it was all he had left now.

His eyes glared at Brendan's self-satisfied smirk, his heart pounding.

"Ummmm..."- Brendan hummed, his voice a sweet deep growly sound that got his pants even tighter and his skin goosebumpy. - "Frustrating, isn't it?"

"Brendan..." - he breathed between his teeth warningly.

"Oh, boy-" Brendan ran his fingers through Simon's already messy hair, grabbing it along the way and the rough but affectionate touch made Simon visibly shiver.- "You are full of surprises. I admit, I knew it all along. Something there... in the background. Secrets. Lies... I knew I had to be careful with you, Walker-" Brendan kept caressing his nape and Simon fought the urge to let his eyes flutter. He still leaned into the touch as Brendan went on- "I was going to play along a bit, you know? To see when your real intentions would unfold...- but instead," Brendan bent down to be eye level with him again, and Simon suddenly felt a warmth on his thigh around the middle that had to be a hand. Was Brendan really playing that dirty with him?

"... instead... something else is unfolding. Something you cannot really fake. Can you-?" Simon couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut as Brendan's hand slid up... up... higher and higher on his thigh, getting right up to where he craved that touch so. But, he stopped. - "I asked you a question. Can you, Walker?"

Simon opened his eyes halfway, his breaths shallow as he looked at Brendan.

"Brendan... what do you want from me-?"

"To answer a question-" he insisted, his eyes flicking down to Simon's parted, panting lips.

"N-no-" Simon groaned as Brendan's nails sank into his inner thigh.

"What was that-?" -Brendan leaned closer, Simon's eyes fell shut.

"I'm not faking this, goddamn-! Ugh-Brendan..." - Simon lost his composure once more, letting his head fall back vulnerably and the small word he never thought he'd use on Brendan spilled out weakly from his lips. - "Please..."

"Ummm, now there's a good boy-" Brendan pressed his face right up to Simon's ear, growling the words so it all echoed in his hazy head as his hand suddenly left his thigh. Simon gasped in protest, his brows already in a pouting frown when he felt the teasing hand slip into the front of his jeans, thank god for not wearing tight-fitting ones.

As the warm hand made contact with his aching excitement through his underwear only, Simon's eyes fluttered, his head falling back even further after a short moment of tensing up.

Brendan sensed as he twitched instantly and a smirk spread below his mustache.

"You're a sick little fuck, you know that? All it takes is a knife at your throat and you're just -gone- all the way" -Brendan whispered, enjoying every moment if feeling Simon up, the deadly threats not on his mind any longer.

Simon's breath stuttered as Brendan caressed him uncharacteristically softly all over and his hips squirmed against the warm hand as much as his restraints let him, a grunt leaving him.

It was a good start but the touches didn't grow firmer and Simon started getting frustrated and impatient again, raising his head. Their eyes locked while Brendan kept teasing him.

"You know, never thought that a cop would beg me today-"

"Ughhahhah, you're enjoying that, don't you?" - Simon squeezes out a laugh that started as a groan.

"Not gonna lie... I do."

"I can tell" - his eyes shifted to the front of Brendan's jeans with his usual piercing stare that is always somewhere between threatening and seductive. - "I would love to return the favor, you know? If you untie me a little-"

"A weak try, Walker. I expected more from you" Brendan finally wrapped his fingers around him as much as the underwear made it possible. Simon hissed.

"Mhhh, you often do this to people you don't trust even a little-ugh-?"

"Nah, you're special" - he gave some attention to the most sensitive part under his palm, giving him some firmer, shorter strokes.

"Uhh, fuck!" Simon keened and shuddered, goosebumps covering his arms behind his back where he pressed against the ropes holding him in place- "Goddamn, Brendan, I can't take this!" - he breathed heavily through his gritted teeth.

Brendan, as if suddenly caring about his agony, shoved his hand inside his boxers and started working him for real. His lewd moan in both relief and pleasure didn't even sound like himself. Simon found it quite ridiculous, but he could already feel the sparks, the heat coiling and twisting in his lower belly as soon as Brendan touched him for real. His shallow panting and small whines of bliss were not really hiding his state either and Brendan knew. He knew he was winning. His body was showing how drunk he was on the power he practiced on Simon, the smirk, his raised chin, the half-lidded stare.

"You know... what I can't take, Simon?" - *His name again.* Brendan using his first name did something to his brain, making his eyes squeeze shut. He felt Brendan's breaths on his ear again. His breath hitched, the hand on him sped up and twisted and fuck, he was close, and he didn't even care if it was too soon because he needsd it so bad, he needed to- "...Lies."

The word left Brendan's lips against the shell of his ear, making him shudder, when the warm touch making his toes curl suddenly disappeared.

And then... nothing.

No. No no no no-

His eyes flew open and the spoken word's meaning only registered in him now. His lips pressed together in a wave of frustration like he never in his life felt before and his left eye started to twitch. He was breathing heavily through his nose trying not to snap.

It worked too until Brendan deliberately leaned over to his face, biting his own lip while he inspected him as if Simon was his masterpiece, his job well done. Holy shit, and he might have been, Simon realized. Brendan broke him completely. He was done, shaking and ready to beg him desperately. What did he do to him?

"How does it feel, hmm? To be so sure 'bout it... and then- ummm..."

"Is this some kind if a punishment now, Brendan?" -Simon growled through his teeth, his mind going blank in waves of sharp panic and dissatisfaction. He was going to go insane.

"Punishment? No. This is... just how life is, Simon. You can't trust anyone" - Brendan answered with sadistic satisfaction, his voice cynical but carrying a small pinch of hurt and betrayal. He straightened his posture and fixed his hair, smoothed out some wrinkles on his black shirt and adjusted his pants before a content sigh left him.

"Well. I have business to attend to. Think about it until I come back."

"Brendan, no- don't- don't- please! Please, I need- Brendan!" - Simon's voice cracked in desperation, his squirming caused his wrists to rub up against the ropes painfully, the tightness of his pants killing him, but he was powerless.

"Night, Simon. Sweet dreams."

Brendan just turned and walked away, leaving behind a man on edge in more ways than one, ignoring Simon's desperate begging and whining but carving every sweet sound into his mind to remember.

He was wondering when Simon would recover from his shaken up state enough to take notice of the knife on the floor, not even far from the chair he was still tied to.

Part 2 coming soon 🤍

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