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so much John Brady brainrot 🤭 so that being said…..soft dom! Brady headcanons?

Oh my nonny, this ask jumped out at me like a jackrabbit and I feel like it is the perfect time to expound on the forbidden dress scenario I first touched upon around Easter.

Behold some headcannons AND a drabble

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Given the fact that dear Brady rules his fort with an iron fist (see his lecture to Croz after his struggles finding, I don’t know, England?!) I definitely feel like this man prefers to be in control, but I agree that it errs on the side of a soft!Dom rather than an outright dominant

While he hasn’t engaged in penetrative sex prior to your wedding night, he’s still the one on top, in charge, executing his seduction of you like some kind of pre-flight checklist

And let me tell you it works

As your relationship grows, you definitely feel more confident initiating intimacy, usually at times and in places that leave him slightly bewildered, your desire for him something so utterly mysterious whereas it’s completely logical to him that he cannot get enough of you

But he soon takes over to ensure you get the most amount of pleasure possible, putting himself last

You never realized, however, the potential for him to be suddenly overcome by a need until you wore that seemingly innocuous dress

Securing the zipper at your side, you took a moment to check your appearance in the floor length mirror of your shared bedroom, smoothing the hem of the spring dress in your favourite colour against your knees. It had been an irresistible extravagance when you were at the department store with only socks and underwear on your list, but the neckline and style had called out to you like a siren song.

Smoothing an errant strand of hair, you grabbed your handbag and hurried down the stairs to the living room where John was waiting, scanning the paper for something of interest.

“Ready, honey. Thanks for waiting.” You smiled and he snapped the paper closed along its pre-folded lines but froze as you came into view.

“That’s…that’s new…” he intoned, expression unreadable and making you feel the need to apologize for your over-spending.

“I…yes, I indulged a little at the store, did you want me to-” the sharp shake of his head cut off your offer to take it off, to return it tomorrow.

“It’s perfect.” He exhaled, eyeing you intensely before surging to his feet. “Come on, don’t let me make us late.” He grunted and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the couch, sliding it on before leading you out to the car.

There was a different tension in the vehicle, John’s eyes flashing in your direction frequently through the short drive to the cathedral, his hand resting heavily against your lower back as he guided you to your favourite pew. The heat of his palm was soaking through the thin fabric of your dress making you shiver at the temperature contrast with the cool stone of the building.

“You chilly?” He leaned in the murmur, the roughness in his voice taking you back to your lazy lovemaking yesterday morning and your jaw dropped open as you suddenly realized just what was going on.

A glance at him to offer a reassuring smile and shake of your head revealed his dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks, making you sink to teeth into your lower lip. What on earth had gotten into your husband?!

You could feel the weight of his heated gaze on you like numerous caresses throughout the service, more than confident he didn’t catch a word of the sermon, pressing your lips together sheepishly as somehow you felt at fault for this predicament and yet you couldn’t really bring yourself to mind?

How many times had you found yourself staring at this man, star-struck and breathless with desire in the most inopportune of places…what a heady turn of events this role-reversal was.

As you rose to join your fellow congregants for the weekly post-service chat over coffee and cake, John’s hand slid to your lower back, his skin scorching through your dress by now.

“Would you mind if we ducked out early, sweetheart? I’ve got a bit of a headache…”

Feigning wifely concern, you nodded quickly. “Of course, Johnny, let’s get you home.”

The drive home felt faster than usual, perhaps because he barely stopped at the stop signs, his hand resting on your thigh, fingertips plucking at the hem of your dress idly in the silence of the vehicle. Stepping into the house, you’d barely removed your shoes before his mouth was on yours, hungrily devouring, as his hands seized your hips and pulled you flush against his body.

The prominent bulge of his cock pressed against your hip and you dropped your handbag to slide your fingers into his hair.

“This dress is my devil in the desert.” He growled against your lips, making you laugh breathlessly.

“I wasn’t sure you were paying attention, honey.”

Turning to press you up against the front door, he ground his aching hardness into you. “I was enduring my own test…” he nipped your lips before trailing his mouth down your neck, hands rucking up the hem to slip between your thighs.

Mewling as you pulled at his suit jacket, you clung to him as he pinned you tightly to the door and quickly wrung an orgasm from you with practiced efficiency, leaving you a knock-kneed, panting, shaking mess.

Stepping back to shuck off his jacket and yank his tie free, you reached up to pull down your side zipper, eyes shooting wide at his verbal interjection.

“Ah! This?” His fingers strayed back to toy with the hem of your dress. “No, this stays on.” He said firmly, voice taking on a deep timber that flooded you with fresh desire.

Lurching forward, you instead focused your efforts on stripping him completely, following him down to the small carpet on the foyer floor, lifting your hips as he pulled your underwear off over your garter straps and stockings. Nestling between your thighs beneath your dress, his darkened eyes hungrily drank in the sight of you as he rocked his hardened length through your damp folds until you were begging for him.

“If my wife insists.” He smirked and rocked forward, sinking into your wet heat as your mingled groans filled the foyer.

The novelty of this coupling and desperation of his thrusts, combined with the insistent circles of his thumb on your clit, meant it did not take long for either of you to find release, left a sweaty, gasping mess on the floor of the entry way.

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Hi! As one of the “ladies who Brady” I just want to say thank you for providing content for us Brady fans.

I’d also like to request some headcanons for how Brady would act when he’s jealous.

Feel free to get as spicy as you want.

Darling fellow Lady Who Bradys, what a joy it is to see our numbers swell of late!!! John Brady is getting the attention he so richly deserves 💙

So outside the super specific scenario I laid out in Parting Gifts, I feel like if he was able to directly interact with the source of his jealousy, Brady’s snark would come shining through.

Mature/explicit themes - 18+ below the cut (I got super carried away…)

Huge thanks to darling @precious-little-scoundrel for collaborating with me on this one

Typically he’s not a very insecure individual, but here at the ad-hoc reunion of men from the 100th with you on his arm he cannot help but feel old rivalries burning a little brighter

Goes to fetch the pair of you fresh drinks while you chat with a few friends you’d already met back in New York before you relocated here to Maryland for his new job

On his return, he is surprised to find you alone with that lush Jones from Arkansas with his strawberry blond hair and absurdly long eyelashes and it immediately raises his hackles

Comes to stand close to you, inserting himself slightly between you and the interloper as he gently sets the drink in your hand

“John Brady!” Jones greets him with exaggerated joviality and he acknowledges him with a tight-lipped, polite smile and nod “so glad ya took time outta yer busy schedule ter come ter our lil’ ol’ get together”

“So glad you managed to find the place, Jones.” Brady’s eyes glitter with a hard edge and you do your best not to choke on the sip of your drink you’d just taken

Jones, for his part, remains as blithely oblivious of the slight as he had proven of the finer details of navigation and drones on, continuing to shuffle closer to you and ask you all manner of intrusive questions until Brady decides he has a headache and it’s time to call it a night

Makes you wait under the overhang in front of the hotel as he dashes out into the rain to fetch the car, darting around to open your door despite the second soaking it earns him

“Thank you, Johnny” you smile fondly and kiss his cheek before sliding onto the leather bench seat at his side as he pulls out for home

At first it’s hard to discern, above the noise of the wipers squeaking across the windshield as they desperately try to fight off the deluge of water, but eventually you pick up on the fact that Brady is muttering bitterly under his breath

“…wouldn’t know a cardinal direction if it jumped up and bit him in the behind…man hasn’t dried out one drop since landing stateside, pickled as a fish…too bad he’s allowed to dress himself now, what an abysmal suit he was wearing…”

Subtly glancing out of the corner of your eye you can see his exasperated expression, cheeks inflated as though he were caught in some extended inhale

“Betcha make the yummiest roast, doncha sugar” he suddenly drawls in perfect mimicry of Jones and you have to desperately press your fingers to your lips to smother your laugh. “How would you know what a good roast is, you squirrel eating bastard” his scathing blow delivered to his absent enemy is your undoing, a giggle slipping past your defences and quickly drawing his gaze

“Sorry, Johnny, sorry that was just a really funny one” you apologize quickly

He huffs in exasperation and you lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, feeling him relax slightly under your affection as he turns down your back lane

“I’ll grab the garage door” you insist quickly as he pulls into the driveway and can hear his protests even as you climb out of the car, but pay them no mind as you unlock and roll up the door, sliding back inside and he pulls in

You know Brady very well. Know that the instant you get inside his hands and his mouth will be all over you, focusing solely on your pleasure and there’s something about his reaction to Jones that makes you think he ought to be the centre of attention for however long he’ll let you get away with it

And trapping him in the car while you do it seems like the perfect place

No sooner has he put the car in park inside the garage than your lips are pressing against his, hand coming to rest on his thigh

“Sweetheart what are you-” he mumbles against your lips but you silence him by sliding your tongue along his as your hand moved to the apex of his thighs to announce your intentions as you massage his hardening length

He exhales sharply through his nose, breath caressing your cheek, but he’s not pushing you away

As the windshield grows dry, the wipers let out an aggravated noise at the friction and you feel him grope blindly behind you to kill the engine

Work his fly open as you shift to kneel on the bench seat beside him, mouth tracing along his jaw to what you can reach of his throat, more than a little annoyed at the interference of his shirt collar

“Out…here?!” He pants a little and you find your lips curling into a smirk against his skin, the sound of rain thundering on the garage roof filling the car

He makes as though to pull your mouth back to his for a kiss but you slip out of his grip to lean over his newly exposed cock, eyeing your prize a moment before taking him into your mouth to coax him to complete hardness

“God…goddamn..!” You hear his strangled curse from above and are only encouraged further as he rapidly stiffens against your tongue

His hand grips your hip as you begin to bob along him, his grunts and heavy exhales causing the humid windows of the car to cloud with condensation

You wish you could see his face - the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration when he’s trying to stave off his own pleasure for the sake of yours

But that’s not the point this time

Sliding the hand that isn’t stabilizing you against the car door to cup his remarkable balls, you gently begin to massage encouragingly, feeling him shudder

He’s pulling at your skirt, grabbing at the flesh of your ass once he’s located it, before shifting his fingers to slide along your folds over your underwear. It’s not enough to really achieve anything beyond expressing his appreciation, but you whimper nonetheless and he bites off a sharp ‘fuck’, fighting his hips’ innate desire to thrust

You can feel his lower abdomen twitching against your cheek, know he’s close by the way high-pitched keens have snuck into his exhales

“Sweetheart I’m…”

“Mmhmmm!” You hum around him and a string of curses tumble from his lips before he shouts your name as ropes of cum paint the back of your tongue and throat

Sit back on your heels as you swallow, drinking in his dazed expression, his head flung over the back of the seat

Lean in to cup his cheeks and feather tender kisses across his face

“That was…” he sighs

“To remind you just who gets to eat my roast” you grin and he lazily raises an eyebrow

“Are you propositioning me, sweetheart?”

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Hi I sent in a ladies who Brady prompt a little earlier. I’m not sure it went through 🤷🏻‍♀️ so I thought no harm in sending it again.

I wanted to know your thoughts on how John Brady would react to a lady who makes the first move. Who sees him and instantly is like oh it’s definitely him…he’s the one for me and just goes up to him and is flirty.

But if my original request did go through I’m so sorry I don’t mean to spam, I just am not sure bc it didn’t say submitted after I sent it so 🤷🏻‍♀️😬

Nonny! No apologies, astoundingly I did actually receive your original ask despite this hellsite (affectionate)’s best efforts. I’m gonna include it here to ensure I get the full tone of your ask.

And combine it with this topical gem that just stumbled into my ask box as well! We are feeling the bold ladies this evening 💪

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I definitely see Brady as a by the book traditionalist

Not because he thinks the other ways are wrong just that this is the way things are done and have been done and that’s how he learned to do them

You are the other hand are bold, modern, thinking outside the box. Truly, how else did you find yourself working on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean for the war effort

The moment you laid eyes on him it was a revelation. In a sea of uniformed men he was one of a kind, the very kind of man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but now you have to get him to notice you

And it’s not like there’s a ton of competition but he seems to stick pretty close to his group of friends when he’s not on the bandstand

And you’re getting impatient, particularly when you overhear a couple of the newly arrived nurses divvying up the officers amongst themselves as though they have some kind of claim and the time to act is now

So you put in a little extra effort for the dance that night

And you hang close to the bandstand and wave off other men when they ask you to dance and when the set comes to a close you hold out a fresh beer to him

“You fellas played well tonight”

He takes it with his thanks and takes a long drink, looking you over as if for the first time

Someone sets a record to play during the band’s break and you tilt your head “so are you ever going to ask me, John Brady?”

And he looks so startled, so utterly flummoxed that your stomach drops through the floor and you are entirely convinced you’ve ruined any chance you might have had

Turn to flee in your mortification and leave him to be carved up amongst the nurses but his hand is on your elbow, guiding you over to the dance floor

The tips of his ears and the flesh of his neck are most definitely pink but he offers a somewhat confident smile “dance with me?”

And suddenly what you thought was disaster is transformed into the night of your life

He dances with you the entire break, seeming loathe to let you go when he returns to play the second set but his eyes frequently meet yours by the stage as he plays and you find a corner of the club to talk until near dawn the next morning when they eventually kick you out

All manner of stories and facts are shared and there’s a sweet kiss at the fork in the foot path before you have to part ways to reach your quarters

“Didn’t have to ask for that, did you” he teases you softly and you giggle fondly before darting off to catch a few winks of sleep before your shift

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do you have any spicy domestic John Brady headcanons? 👀🫶🏻 I’m finally just committing to the tag ladies who Brady 🤭

Carley darling! I just gave you a little peek at an easter specific moment but here are a few more that come to mind for this man.

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I feel like Brady is definitely a bed man to start

It’s the appropriate place to take his woman, unlike your stolen trysts before marriage, particularly because conception is hopefully involved?

So when you insist on staying on the couch for the first time? He might cum a little faster than he means to 😳

After that?! Get ready to explore every other surface in your home

Speaking of cumming quickly, and I will most certainly be writing a wedding night fic at some point in the future, after years of denial - that first pussy hits hard 😫

Friday night tends to be the night he’ll really indulge in drawing it out, knowing neither of you have anywhere to be in the morning. Can take your time peeling yourselves out of the sheets the next day - and more often than not he is the one cooking breakfast on Saturday. That’s both from self preservation and as a small acknowledgement of your wrung out body, which both of you can barely hide your tiny grins over.

This John Brady breakfast special becomes a Saturday morning tradition even as the family grows, though the kids never really know the real reason

There’s one particular dress that you’re no longer allowed to wear to church. You’d bought it on a shopping trip for the new season and only inflicted it upon him just as you we on your way out the door on Sunday morning and the poor man had the hardest (*giggles*) time focusing on anything happening up front. His eyes were constantly drifting to the side tracing the way it fell on you, the way the hem flirted with your knees and the colour of it highlighted your skin and he was certain it was a weapon created for his personal destruction.

He hustled you out of the post-service coffee and cake chat, feigning a bit of a headache and barely allowed you to get through the door before he was on you, insisting the garment stay on as he took you in the front hallway.

You now employ said dress to deadly effect when you want something. It’s not made it out of the house again on your body, however…

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Heyy!! I would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING for some John Brady domestic headcanons with a chronically ill reader? 🤍🤍

Nonny this ask is so very lovely and I’ve interpreted it as reader and Brady in a relationship but please let me know if you were hoping for something different!! 💙

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John Brady is the kind of man who takes oaths and vows very seriously - I mean he volunteered for the Army Air Force and went overseas to bomb occupied Europe, they are more than just words to him

So he very much meant “for better or for worse” and “in sickness AND in health”

There is no question of spending his life with you, whether you come to the relationship with your illness or receive the diagnosis later on. You are his person and he is undeterred by the fact that this may come with some complications or difficulties

Hyper vigilant for any and all of your needs - present, imminent, perceived, potential or otherwise

Seems to thrive on memorizing your catalogue of triggers and symptoms and remedies. At times you may wonder how he has space in his head for anything else.

There would probably have to be some negotiation at first, his desire to keep you safe and comfortable feeling restrictive and overbearing. Sometimes you want to do things that cost a lot of spoons and have a lot of consequences. Sometimes these opportunities or events are worth the costs

John will have to have that explained to him because he cannot bear to see you suffer, so it is difficult for him to wrap his head around why you would knowingly put yourself in a position that will result in pain for the sake of enjoyment. It might help to bring up his flying adventures to illustrate your point.

I still don’t see him entirely understanding it but he will nonetheless respect your decision, now that he knows you are making a choice rather than simply overextending yourself carelessly, and be all the more supportive through the inevitable low that follows

He will still pull the plug, however, if you’re actually putting yourself in danger

More than happy to be the reason you leave anywhere early

“Have an early day at the office tomorrow” or “big project coming up.” It is NEVER because you’re feeling overwhelmed or unwell.

Practically an encyclopedia when it comes to your medications, specialists, and recent appointments. Does his best to attend all of them with you, colouring in the medical history when you look at him for specifics. If for some reason he’s not able to accompany you, he sends you with a list of information and helps you prep

Juggles being the primary income earner, cook, house keeper, and caregiver without complaint

In fact he is far too silent about it, particularly the first period where he literally tries to manage it all to his self-exacting level of perfection

Winds up incapacitated in bed beside you and there is another stern talk about realistic expectations

After a lot of trial and error the pair of you manage to find a very comfortable way of life, dealing with flare-ups as needed, easily pivoting to quiet nights in as required

I mean good for you for picking this man to make a home with, he’s not out there seeking the night life and bright lights anyway. A jazz record and cozy blanket and the person he loves is all he could ever ask for in an evening anyway

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so we know that Brady has an accidental edging era…..what does the intentional edging era look like haha?? Your thoughts??

Goodness gracious nonny, the squeal I squelpt at this concept

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So once our darling Johnny gets control of his faculties I see this man as a giver

See my numerous head cannons referring to his love language as acts of service

This service to you comes in the form of seemingly endless orgasms before he permits himself to finish

And to be honest, while he was present with you during the accidental edging era, he was trying to focus on a lot of things…on not doing certain things, and so the effect his stops and starts had on you escaped his notice

He’s not going to learn of it until you tell him and while you’re an enthusiastic, passionate bed partner it’s not really a topic of conversation in your household?

At least in the early days of your marriage

I feel like it would come up incidentally - perhaps after you’ve had your first child, put them down for the night, and have just fallen into one another’s arms

And he’s already pulled one orgasm from you with his talented mouth, sinking into you eagerly with his aching cock when he thinks he hears the baby stirring

His hips still and the moan that bubbles up from your throat is pure pathetic petulance

His attention is snapping back to you, eyebrow cocked dangerously

“What was that sweetheart?”

Shudder and buck your hips up against him needily “drives me crazy when you stop…”

His hands are gripping your hips to pin them against the mattress, holding them still as he smirks “that so…”

Can’t help but pout, flexing your muscles around him “mmm just want you, Johnny”

And he could never deny you but now, now that he’s certain the baby is still sleeping and he has a new method of driving you crazy? He wants to play

So he resumes his thrusts, revelling in the noises of delight this pulls from you, feeling the telltale tightness of your cunt, hearing that specific tenor of your whimper that signals your impending climax and he suddenly eases off

The sound of protest you make is striking, akin to the yowl of a cat in heat, briefly making him doubt this plan, but the trembling through your limbs, the goose flesh rippling across your abdomen as it jumps erratically eggs him on

Something whispers to him that this very well could result in something great

And so he goes on, cooing and placating with tender kisses as he drives you to the precipice a further two times before holding you back

It’s when tears of need begin to leak from the corners of your eyes and you’re begging, nigh nonsensically, to cum, that he plants his forearms on either side of your head, not letting up as you begin to praise his name like some kind of saint, making him twitch inside you

“Let go, sweetheart” he murmurs against your ear, gasping as your body collides with his in the throes of your release, a remarkably damp sensation soaking his cock and balls before he bucks hard, joining you in orgasm

Your bodies are sweat soaked, but it still doesn’t explain the tremendous wet stain on the sheets, the slick all over both your thighs as he rolls to the side

And his lopsided grin of pride is both a threat and a promise that he’ll be doing that again

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Your last answer for the ladies who Brady got me thinking about dilf! John Brady trying to sneak quickies in when the kids are gone or asleep; whether they’re babies or 15, it’s never gonna change. I’d be delighted to hear your thoughts on this haha and what those might entail

This post as well as the Easter weekend interlude are most definitely emblematic of dilf!Brady’s approach to carving out time with his wife once the house begins filling up with children.

This is, of course, a topic I am more than happy to expound upon further, however. 🤭

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I would certainly say the kitchen has seen it’s fair share of action

After one particularly close call involving frantic redressing as one of your offspring came bawling into the house with wicked road rash on their knees, the pair of you learned to only remove or manoeuvre the necessary clothing out of the way when desperation met desire

All the Brady children are given bicycles as soon as they come of age, an excellent impetus to rid the house of little bodies so the pair of you might ‘reconnect’ after a busy week

The nine o’clock bed time for all children is non-negotiable, the few hours of quiet before he had to turn in to rest before work utterly sacred

Bedtime routines are thus executed with military precision and the children know not to disturb their parents unless they are sick or there is a fire

The pair of you quickly learn that the most sound-proof location in the house is your ensuite bathroom and there are several occasions where you seem simply unable to control your noises of delight and he is forced to relocate you in there lest a curious child comes knocking

The garden shed was only employed as a clandestine site once, and quickly ruled out after Mrs Marsh, the next door neighbour, warned you about the feral cats she had heard yowling the day before as you were out watering your rose bushes the next morning

Once your growing brood forces Brady to procure a larger car, it dawns on both of you that the back seat, once the vehicle is securely parked in the garage, is an excellent place to indulge while the babysitter is still in charge inside - a delightful end to date nights

In all your attempts to sneak away from your children to enjoy one another’s company, the hilarious outcome is that you keep winding up with more

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You've given me John Brady brainrot.....please tell me you have more fics for him coming? 👀

Darling nonny, you can pick up your Ladies Who Brady shirt at the orientation desk, welcome to the club 😘

I most certainly will be spending more time with our dashing man with eyebrows that say more than he does, I just cannot promise when.

So here’s a saucy little tiddly bit to mull over until I finish my next project for our resident yapper, John Egan

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Did you wonder why Johnny won’t let you into his pants?! Even when you can feel him hard and aching for attention?

For all his good Catholic restraint, he simply does not trust himself to undo his fly in your proximity.

Penetrative sex is for marriage only, but if he were to free his length in your vicinity he is quite terrified his smaller brain will take over and drive him to simply bury himself inside your intoxicating heat which he has spent the past few weeks acquainting himself with in other ways.