#brant x reader

[albedov]

i cant get brant's silly idle animation out of my head... him and his stupid orange...

brant who would peel oranges for you no questions asked.

but he wouldn't stop there, doing the bare minimum was not his speciality and it certainly wouldn't be for you - he has always been someone who would go above and beyond.

so if you ever asked him to peel an orange for you, he's going to do that and more. not only would he peel the orange, but brant would peel multiple - even if you didn't want all of it, he was a fan of them as well. each of which would be precisely cut into identical pieces, even removing the pith if you asked him too.

and brant certainly wouldn't skimp out of delivering it to you either. he's going as far as delivering to you on a plate with a small bow as he holds it out for you to take - the whole time, a bright small is plastered on his face.

and he'd cherish the time eating the oranges together with you just as much as he did peeling them for you - although you would have to admit that watching brant throwing the slices up in the air and trying to catch them in his mouth was more endearing than seeing him go to the lengths he went to for such a simple task in the beginning.

to brant, there was nothing he wouldn't do if you asked it of him. you were his partner and that meant that he'd never settle with doing the bare minimum for you.

[akutasoda]

Hiii can I request WuWa Brant x shy fem reader please?

the eccentric and the withdrawn

synopsis - brant with a shy s/o

includes - brant

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, slight crack, wc - 363

↪it was the classic scenario of two directly opposite people who happened to meet and get along against all differences between the two of you.

↪brant was always an eccentric person - it made sense for someone such as himself to be leading the troupe of fools. he was strong-headed, impulsive and even sometimes a bit witless.

↪whereas you were very much the opposite in terms of personality. your reservedness was reflective of your shy nature, preferring to keep to yourself and stay away from being the centre of attention.

↪fortunately, it was never impossible for opposites to get along and in some cases it worked better for a pair to be opposing of the other, which was why you and brant could be together.

↪the troupe of fools main aspect was their travelling performances, but you were always more of another observer which brant didn't mind in the slightest. he knew that you weren't the best cut out for that which was no problem.

↪some members of the troupe claimed that when brant knew you were there watching their performances, he actually became more “flashy” in a sense

↪and whether or not that was due to the fact that he wanted to try to impress you. or that when he knew you were watching, he felt more passionate about what he was performing.

↪brant was often “unrecognisable” when it was just the two of you. his usual outlandish nature melted away, and he took on a much more gentle demeanor.

↪it was his sign that he was cherishing his time with you, appreciating the smaller things with you. although you knew he still retained that erratic nature of his and showed it still, but that side of him was for you and you only.

↪additionally, if your shyness did include a bit of self-consciousness, brant was always there to knock those thoughts away. he would always assure you of the best and refused to let those thoughts to get to your head.

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Only you..~❤️ (Brant x Gn!reader)

Literally got this idea when i was showering at night- @//.//@

You and Brant were chilling on the ship like usual, you being vice captain and him teaching you what duties there were to fulfill, you have never been more grateful for his guidance.

Despite having important roles, you two couldn't help but goof around with each other. Him teasingly poking your tickle spots and you playfully wearing his pirate hat.

Suddenly, one of the crew members walked up to you two, showing a flyer about a performance competition going on at (place name), Brant grinned and glanced at you cheekily, earning a knowing smile from you. So the ship headed off to the venue, the air filled with his laughter and your excitement.

As you two and the crew members arrived at the venue, you all signed up for the competition with the staff and waited patiently as the sun sets. The organisers officially announced the start of the event as the audience clapped and cheered. Each group got welcomed onto the stage, performing their own unique and talented performance, the surroundings filled with cheers and laughter.

Once it was your turn, the crew members readied themselves. Brant hopped onto the stage and extended a hand for you to help you, making the crowd chuckle at the sight and you blushed a bit. Accepting his hand, you two on stage and the crew started to create a catchy tune. Brant pulled you close to him with a trusting smile, you returned it with a grin and danced with him, a dance only you two know and created during your time on the ship.

Both of you took turns to lead the other as the dance continued, him pulling you close and letting you go to dance separately while you decided on a bolder approach, dipping his body down carefully with a wink before pulling him back up to continue the dance. The audience cheered and applauded while you two performed dancing filled with flexibility and specialty. Finally, the crew finished the music as you and Brant stopped when your bodies were pressed against each other, panting a bit from exhaustion yet smiling with relief. You playfully pulled him closer by his shirt collar, making him blush. He took off his pirate hat and hid your faces from the audience at the front. Before you could ask him, he kissed you deeply. Slowly returning the kiss and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss lasted a while before you two pulled away for air. He put his hat on your head and kissed the back of your hand, making you blush as well. The crew members cheered along with the audience, you two bowed and all of you left the stage.

When all competitors finished performing, the organisers discussed on the stage, the audience murmured and whispered to one another. They announced that they have decided on a winning team, the moment they announced you, Brant and the crew, you all hopped onto the stage in excitement to accept the winning prize. You all bowed to the audience and waved cheerfully. You thanked the crew for their hard work on the music and turned to Brant, who was already looking at you endearingly. You chuckled and thanked him for being your dance partner, he did the same and kissed you breifly behind his hat before putting it back on your head. You stood still in disbelief and blushed, staring at him in awe and ruffled his hair as payback. He only chuckled and hugged you, smiling at feeling your arms wrapped around him.

Bonus~

You two were now cuddling in his room on the bed, him kissing you over and over again, making you giggle and return each kiss.

You playfully asked if he’s smitten for you, he grinned and whispered into your ear..

Only you..~❤️

A/n: need more content of this man istg i need him biblically, i’m on my knees praying rn-🛐✨

@sorinbds hope it isn’t too bad since I don’t play wuwa-🙏🏻

😌✨❤️

[sorinbds]

Someone please write something about Phrolova and brant 😭😭😭

I beg you I need content about these 2 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏if no one writes I will have to write about them but I don't like reading my own work

I'm going crazy, I'm starting to make delulu scenarios

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

@sorinbds omg—!!

🛐🛐🛐

brant

[fakesimp]

I just finished playing Rinascita quest in Wuthering Waves, and...

This man right here 👁️👁️✨

Have caught my attention.

[neo-dream]

y’all PLEASE I NEED BRANT FANFIC PLEASEEEE

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Dude I finally got the time to write this but the story kept going on and on and on and- so I sorta decided to do two parts of this it to become this long but here we are.

istg I didn't expect

Ps, the last time I did an anon request they didn't find out l'd posted it until like a month later so if you do read this please text me something so I won't be paranoid abt it TwT.

ALSO, shout out to that one horny Brant fan in my requests box. I feel you homie e. Lmk if you like this.

Enjoy!

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Brant X Top Male Rover:>

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It had been almost two months since you started visiting the fools ship almost every other day, and it had been almost two months since you’ve looked Brant in the eye.

The first time you’d met him, you were too busy getting your brain circuits in check after that little accident with the big- fish?- and your eyes were too busy wandering over the ship to let them linger too long on those comfy looking man boobs of his.

But now that all that commotion was put on a pause? You did not miss a single chance to let your eyes wander down from his pretty lips to his neck (oh lord how you wanted to mark him up) to the gap between his perfectly cut shirt that let you catch a glimpse of all that skin and muscle underneath.

It’s not like you were ashamed of it. You had noticed him staring at your arms every time you did the heavy work around the hide out, the way his eyes trailed your adams apple when you took a sip from the water bag he always carries around and the way his breath caught when you placed a hand on his hip as you stood behind him, leaning into him as you butted into whatever conversation he was having with someone.

Oh no, you weren’t ashamed at all. And if anyone accused you of doing these actions exaggeratedly in the presence of the other man, you would admit it in the blink of an eye.

But despite being aware of the obvious chemistry between the two of you, you both avoided a conversation about it like it was the plague. The crew, who had found it amusing and entertaining at first, now felt that finding a cure for a deadly disease would be easier than getting you two to have a conversation about this little whatever thing was going on between you.

Since verbal communication wasn’t an option and they couldn’t possibly force the two of you to kiss, they did the next best thing they could think of. They locked you up in the ships cabin and refused to let you go until you both figured your shit out. At first, you tried breaking the cabin down but realised with disdain that breaking the cabin meant letting the sea water in. Which brought you to your current situation.

“Uhhh” you muttered intelligently, eyes flitting around the room until they landed yet again on the other man’s chest. You couldn’t help it. They looked too comfy and you had way more than once thought about what it would feel like sleeping on them. As your thoughts continued to go south into a prohibited lane, you heard a low chuckle, then his voice. “My eyes are up here, Rover”.

You swallowed as your eyes flitted up to meet his. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips again and you could see his eyes follow the motion before copying it without a thought. You wanted to smack yourself as your eyes again started trailing down the path they had followed so many times, to his lips, down his neck, then back to where they usually were.

You were startled out of the little scenario that you were creating in your head when something slid from under the door, sliding to a stop at Brant’s feet. He picked it up, and your eyes yet again followed their target, his clothes slipping a little and giving you just enough view of what was hidden to let your blood start flowing south.

Brant stood up again, as he ripped open the tape of a brown paper bag, then peeked in to see the contents before throwing it with an unexpected force, startling you out of another scenario you were going through. “What the- hey what was that?” You asked, turning around little to walk over to the bag. “Uh nothing! Don’t- don’t worry about it.” He exclaimed, motioning you to let it go. Now you were curious. What had gotten your pretty boy all pink and cute like that?

You continued to make your way over to the corner of the room where the bag had fallen until he hurriedly slid across your path. “It’s nothing. Just a joke between the crew” he reassured you, trying to walk you back. “Oh, so you don’t consider me as your crew yet?” You faux pouted, abruptly turning around, causing him to knock into you, face dangerously close to yours.

You could hear his breath hitching, then trying to relax as he tried to explain himself. “That’s not- I’m not-“ he sighed. “You know that’s not what I meant” he replied, eyes looking at anything but yours. “Then what did you mean?” You asked. He sighed again as he closed his eyes and you took this chance to dash past him, reaching the corner and grabbing the bag, before Brant nearly crashed over to you.

You leaped out of his reach and looked into the bag, ready to tease him about whatever was in it, until your breath caught in your throat and you froze. Inside the bag, was a bottle of what seemed suspiciously like lube and a few packs of, what were definitely, condoms.

The two of you stood there for an awkward moment until you decided to be a petty bitch. “Oh? So what was the joke between the crew, captain?”

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes slightly widening, as he gave you a half annoyed, half desperate look. “It’s- it’s nothing. Forget it.” He murmured, turning his back to you as he made his way back to where you two had initially been standing. You could see his hands shivering slightly.

You followed him, taking deep breaths to calm yourself, and landed yourself on a wooden crate as he stiffly sat on another one a considerable distance away from yours. Silence ensued.Seconds passed into minutes. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. But you were sure of one thing. If you let this incident slide as a joke, it would forever stay a joke.

“Captain?” you called out. “Mn” he replied, refusing to meet your eyes. His hands were now shaking. You eased off your crate, slowly making your way over to him. As you neared him, you reached out your hand, cupping his face. You felt him hold his breath, eyes still on the floor, waiting on your every word. “Talk to me” you said softly. “…What is there to talk about?” He replied, voice almost a whisper, as he oh so slightly leaned into your touch.

You sighed. Letting go of his face, you slid your hand to the back of his neck, making him tilt his head to look at you in the eyes. His eyes were slightly wide, a look on his face that you could only describe as desperation. It made your heart crack with adoration. You wanted to kiss this man stupid. But you, not knowing where you would be in the future, and him, hating where he was in the past made the red string connecting the two of you twist and knot in a cruel way.

But who were you, the great Rover, if not one to laugh in the face of pain. Oh how dramatic.

“Tell me what you want, Captain.” You whispered leaning in against his lips, a mere inch between your faces. He let out a strangled noise, eyes blowing impossibly wide as you felt him melt in your hands. After what felt like eternity but in reality was only a few seconds, he slowly leaned towards you, brushing his lips against yours in a barely there kiss.

As much as your body and soul wanted to devour him, your mind reminded you to let him take it at his pace. Slowly, a brush became a gentle press, and a press became a wanting lick, until he finally put his arms around your neck pulling you closer to him. Not finding your balance, you place a knee against the crate, standing between his legs. He let out a beautiful whine against your lips and you realised what your knee was pressing against.

You teasingly pressed harder, feeling his rising erection with glee. He gasped into your kiss and you took this opportunity to gently slide your tongue inside his mouth. Your mind was reeling with a million emotions. Love, adoration, possessiveness, wanting, craving, lust. So much. You let your hands wander down to his hips, fighting against the urge to lay them against the smooth muscles of his chest. Hands gripping his hips, you picked him up with one fluid motion, as he instinctively wrapped his thighs around your waist.

Seconds passed into minutes, your lips separating only for a second or two catch your breath before diving back in. Finally, a few minutes later, he pulled back completely, breathing in deeply, as he unhooked his legs, arms remaining around your neck. You gave him a soft smile, hoping it would ease his nerves.

What you didn’t expect was the way his lower lip started trembling, eyes wetting with the tears that were about to fall. You had a moment of panic, as you held him tighter against you. “Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, leaning your forehead against his. He sniffled, staring at you. “We shouldn’t do this” he mumbled, a few moments later. Your breath caught in your throat. “Why?” You questioned gently, one hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. He took another moment.

“Because you’re- I- You’re a person who’s destined to save the world, and I, I’m a stupid fool who couldn’t even fight for his own homeland. I’ve tried for so long to save my home, but I could only do it this time because you were here. I’m- I’m not the only one in this world who needs saving Rover, and in the days to come-“ he took a deep breath, “you’ll have to leave. And I- I know you have to. So please. I don’t want to make this harder for both of us.”

A painful silence followed this confession, words of reassurance dying in your throat. He was still in your arms, shallow breathing the only noise in the room. “I’m sorry” he whispered, voice cracking uncharacteristically, snapping out of your stupor. You took a deep breath. “And if I-“ you licked your lips, choosing your words carefully, ”and if promised you I’d come back to you even if I had to go away… could we make this possible, Captain?”

He stared at you, the drying tears springing up in his eyes again. Something was off. You felt it. “Captain… Brant, speak to me.” He shook his head, laying against your shoulder, as he let out a quite sob. “You…” he whispered. You soothingly rubbed his back, praying to any god who would listen, to take this man’s pain away. “I’m selfish. I want you all to myself but…”

“You deserve someone better, Rover. I’m only a fool.”

“…”

“What?” You whispered in disbelief. Getting no reply, you gently took his face in your hands, looking at him in confusion. “Is that what you’re worried about?” He refused to reply to you, instead opting to look down at the floor. “Brant” you said sharply, making him flinch and finally meet your eyes. You softened your voice, speaking as slowly as possible, making sure he heard every word you said. “I like you. So fucking much. I want you. And god forbid you ever think you’re not worth every second of my existence. Do you understand?” You felt his jaw tighten under your hands, still no reply.

You sucked in a deep breath. Fine then. “Brant.” You said, looking him in the eye. “Answer me.” Another moment of silence. You let a hand slide down to his neck, down his side and come to a rest at his hips, as your other hand tilted his face, your own face dangerously close to his. You felt him shudder under your touch. “Would you listen to me if show you how much you mean to me?”.

A moment passed. Then two. Then, a slow, shivering voice. “Show me, Rover.” A deep breath. “Please.”

You crashed your lips on his, the hand on his hips pulling him tight against you, as he let out a almost silent cry, before wrapping his arms around your neck like his life depended on it. You carefully picked him up. He wrapped his legs around you again, moaning against the kiss as you squeezed his ass playfully. Walking over to a conveniently placed table, which you were sure wasn’t here earlier, you placed him down, standing between his legs.

Breaking the kiss, four hands hurriedly began undoing the clothes separating you two. Finally, finally, after two months of dreaming of them, your hands made their way to his chest, leisurely kneading the muscles. The sinful moan he let out sent all your blood rushing down as you rolled your hips, your own erection rubbing against his. Clothes. You still had to get these clothes out of the way before you went crazy. He seemed to be having the same thoughts as you both began undoing what remained of your clothes, lips separating once in a while to take a breath before crashing back in.

Within minutes, he was naked. You broke away from the kiss, breath hitching in your throat as you admired the view before you. Your eyes trailed from his beautiful face, down his neck (you finally had a chance to mark it now), over his perfect, toned chest, his nipples now obviously hard, down to his chiseled abs and those thick thighs (damn, he had thick thighs too. You wondered how it would feel to be choked by them. You had plenty of time to find out) and your eyes landed on the painful looking erection, his tip already flushed red.

You unconsciously licked you lips, and heard him suck in a breath at this. You saw the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard and you dived in to press loving bites against his neck. You made sure to leave marks.

Taking his hands in yours, you held them behind him, making him ever so slightly arch his back. You continued nibbling at his skin as you made your way down his neck to his collar bone, then to his chest until your lips finally reached a nipple. Flicking your tongue against it, making the man under you let out a whine, as he arched his back further, pushing his chest in your face. It was exactly as you’d dreamt it would be. Soft and comfy.

Another whine escaped his lips, as he mumbled a little ‘please’. You grinned to yourself. “Hm? Tell me what you want baby” you cooed softly, looking up at him. He blushed a furious red as he stuttered over his words. You let out an amused chuckle. “Shh. It’s alright, don’t worry. Just let me take care of you, sweet thing.” You murmured, gaining another whine.

You gently pressed a palm against his belly, pushing him so that his back was against the table, now holding his hands above his head. You were again struck with how absolutely stunning he looked, even more so now with that pretty look on his face. You wanted to worship this man, and make all his self-deprecating thoughts go away, so that the only thought left in his head was that he belonged to you and that you most certainly belonged to him.

Leaning in for a kiss, you pressed your lips against his for a moment before leaning back to look at him. “Good?” You asked, giving him a soft smile as you kneaded his thigh with your free hand. He let out a whimper, then a whispered ‘so good’. Your hand pushed his legs apart, as you slowly rubbed against him, letting out a breathy moan at the friction. It was taking all your strength to control yourself. Your hand rode further up his thigh until it finally reached leaking cock.

You leaned in to take it in your mouth, relishing the keen it dragged out of the other male, and the way his thighs tightened around your face, just how you’d imagined them. You had already let go of his wrists but his hands obediently stayed above his head, earning him a rewarding moan against his cock, as you slid it into your mouth.

You loved the weight of it on your tongue, and the taste of pre-cum slipping down your throat. You began bobbing your head in a slow pace, taking your time adjusting to the feeling, until he began slightly jerking his hips towards you. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, all you could see was his beautifully arched chest, his head thrown back against the table. His whines and moans were getting louder, music to your ears as you increased your pace.

As the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you let out a choked moan, tears springing to your eyes. The feeling was heavenly, as you took him completely in your mouth, hands gripping his thighs tighter against your head. Honestly, you never knew you had a such a kink until this moment, but whatever this feeling was, you wanted to drown in it.

It was barely a few minutes later, when the man beneath you finally brought his arms down, hands gripping at your hair, as broken ‘’m close’ and ‘please’ fell from his lips over and over again. With a scream, he came, his come spilling down your throat as you forced yourself to swallow all that he was giving you. It was a few seconds before his cock went limp in your mouth, and you slowly pulled back, using your thumb to wipe the cum dripping down your chin and licking it clean, making a show for his hazy eyes.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into his neck as you gently rubbed his thighs. “You wanna keep going?” You murmured against his skin. He put his arms back around you, letting out a groan before slightly shaking his head. “Not here. This thing is going to give me bruises with splinters.” He grumbled. You chuckled then let a hum of agreement, moving away from him to pick up your clothes. Cleaning him up with your coat, you dressed him with care, before dressing yourself.

You walked over to the door, with him walking right behind you, and were ready to try breaking it down again, but to your surprise and annoyance, the door was already unlocked. Hand in hand, you walked out to the deck only to find the entire crew assembled there with something of a bizarre party in full swing.

***

There. That's that.

Part 2 will be up in a week. Probably.

I'll get there, I promise guys TwT.

[gifimay]

Brant headcannons

things i firmly believe brant from wuthering waves would do with/to his potential S/O. writing this because there are next to none fanfics of him S/O is technically the reader and will be gender neutral

Brant who would always be a gentleman to his S/O

Brant who would cover his S/O's eyes with his hand anytime any sort of gruesome or bloody event happens to make sure they wouldn't see it.

brant who would use the excuse that they don't have heating on that ship of his so that he could get his S/O to sleep on his chest, something about 'sharing body heat'

brant who would princess carry his S/O whenever they're slightly hurt or tired.

brant who wouldn't let his S/O downplay or hide an injury, making sure they get the proper medical care and attention

brant who when drunk would lift his S/O up by there armpits like in the lion king and proudly announce to anyone and everyone that this is the love of is life.

brant who wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for his S/O

brant who would call his S/O 'the most beautiful treasure he's ever found'

brant who would fall in love first and even harder when he see's how kind and gentle his S/O is to Roccia

brant who feels nothing but absolute glee when he sees his S/O oogling at his chest

and brant who would personally fight his S/O's depression for them.

thats it for now, please send me your own headcannons and im thinking of doing this for other characters

[cosmic-phantom-cafe]

Yandere brant favorite thing to do is play knight of the sea for you or play the pirate that here to kidnap you to being his already but now more so in a dramatic way darling

There is no middle it’s one or the other he is prince of the sea or jack sparrowing it

*cue pirate of the Caribbean iconic theme song*

Yandere brant: OH OH OH a pretty baby like you meant for a caption like me 🩵

*process to tie you and throw you over his shoulder like a potato sack*

[p6ntera]

sooo... how long will it take for us to get fanfics of brant? 👉🏽👈🏽

[lizziebrantt]

I make things big, I make em small. But hey, that doesn’t mean I’ll take your shit.

[akutasoda]

Hiii there! I see you write for Brant (wuwa) and we absolutely need more of that man!! Could you write some fluff headcannons for a slightly drunk Brant and gn!reader or whatever you feel up to, anything is good! Thank you in advance and have a great day!! 😇

slightly merry

synopsis - how is he when he's had a bit to drink

includes - brant

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, small implications of alcohol consumption (on brant's behalf), wc - 314

↪it really wasn't a secret by now that brant had a fondness for drinking - even going as far as having a secret stash that only you and roccia were aware of

↪most noticeably he could get a bit out of control mainly during some form of celebration or after a successful performance

↪nevertheless, brant could be quite the clingy drunk and you were most often the recipient of those consequences. not that you particularly minded seeing as he was still rather behaved.

↪he'd constantly want to have his arm wrapped around you in some shape or form, whether it be interlocked with your arm or simply his arm around your waist. your personal space became his one way or another.

↪his usual confident and eccentric demeanor only increased tenfold when he'd had a bit to drink. brant was always the one to make meaningless and insignificant toasts, garnering most of the attention in a flamboyant way.

↪but with you around, he was much more content to sit by your side and have his attention solely focused on you and only you. sure he was still a bit loud and everyone could probably hear your conversation but he couldn't care less about that.

↪although, quite naturally, you did end up being the one responsible keeping an eye on brant when he had a bit to drink. fortunately for you, he was still somewhat mindful about that and never made it a difficult task for you - especially as he enjoyed clinging to you the entire time.

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Brant x reader thoughts

-you and him sharing food with each other

-him cuddling with you late at night (either one of you having a bad day)

-always listening to you talking about your day while nodding occasionally as he admires how cute you are

-brushing your hair behind your ear/fixing your bangs/ruffling your hair as he looks at you with a loving gaze @/////@

-daily naps after tiring missions

-little flirty comments here and there with confidence but immediately gets flustered if you turn the tables and do the same

(As mentioned in my earlier Brant x Reader post, kisses with him while covering you two with his pirate hat are a must -//3//-)

-a sucker for praise and physical touch like a puppy

-cuddles, hugs, kisses, sweet words, playful flirting and the list goes on~

-i wanna headcanon that his skin is sensitive ahem✨👀

-like cupping his face oh so lovingly can make his knees weak, simple brief touches on his skin can make him melt into a loveboy puddle❤️

-drawing random patterns on his chest while you guys cuddle can make his heartbeat go crazy

-his blushing face would be so cute! Soft eyes in awe at the sight of you in his arms and a lovestruck smile as you kiss over and over again •//////•

A/n: He screams ‘desperate lover boy’ energy to me who’s smitten with his partner i-😫✨❤️🛐

[sorinbds]

It's already going to be 12 at night and the only thing I can think about is Brant 😭😭😭and how I would sleep with you

Normally he always goes to sleep with you unless there is some celebration or it is the birthday of someone on the crew.

He usually wakes up early as he has to go wake up the other crew members to start the day.

On days when he gets drunk he becomes clingier and wakes up later than normal.

when they sleep he always has you in a hug that you can't free yourself from, everything gets worse when the baby literally climbs on top of you

[ksascriptt]

“Settle Down,,

Character: Brant “Goody” Goodleaf x F!Reader/Afab!Reader

Warnings: Smut mdni !! lil bit of fluff, sexual behavior, swearing, if u squint a hand kink, fingering, goody has bde, slight size kink?? p in v, porn w some plot, I tried to limit anything that wouldn’t include certain readers! Goody’s in love 🩷🩷, no aftercare shown but it’s implied :), no beta we die like McDreamy

Word count: 1,102

Summary: You and Goody watch a movie at your condo, which is long forgotten.

A/N: I’m sorry bro he is just such a fuckin munch 🩷

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Sitting on the dark grey couch in your condo, you gave the man next to you a mildly annoyed glare. Not so much mildly annoyed as desperate, but annoyed nonetheless. Brant, or Goody as he was typically called, had a reputation for being possibly the most chill guy in the world. His demeanor never broke, especially not when you wanted it to, or when he was pulling shit like this.

The two of you had made the executive decision to watch a movie at your place, and on the surface, it was a pretty good idea. As getting 45 minutes into a 2 hour long movie proved, it was not a good idea. Goody had spent the better part of the night with one arm around you, his other hand in his lap. As you contorted to get comfortable on the couch with him, his hands had started to wander, naturally. On your waist, your thighs, one resting on your hip.

You loved Goody, you really did, but he made it unbearable to just sit alone with. He got so handsy when it was just the two of you. Laying across his lap, there was one hand on your thigh, inching higher. “Goods, just watch the movie,” you said with a pointed look. Neither one of you was paying too much attention to the film on the TV, but you made the attempt to at least try.

Goody was bored out of his mind. That was the fact he wasn’t sure he could make clearer. He was desperate to haul you to the bedroom and have a much better time there than he was now. But, seeing your miniscule expressions as his warm hands creeped closer to where you needed it, made it almost worth it. Your words were strained as you spoke, and Goody knew exactly why. “You know I can’t.” A toothy grin fell upon his face, hand massaging your upper thigh.

Sitting up from your sprawled position, you reached for the TV remote to press pause on the discarded movie. His eyes met yours as he helped you swing a leg over his, straddling his lap. Your hands met at the back of his neck just as his large hands found your hips, thumbs starting to pull down your waistband. “God, you’re unbelievable, Brant,” you spoke with a grin, leaning in to kiss him harshly. The light scratch of his beard was welcomed as your fingers found their way into his dark hair. “Settle down.” Brant was a calm person for the most part, but god if you didn’t have his mind wheeling around. If nothing else, the feeling of his erection pressed against your ass would. Of course, he had gotten you worked up enough, he was fairly confident in his chances. The smirk on his lips was covered by yours, the harsh kiss met with all teeth and tongue, his hands moving your hips back and forth on his lap. “Oh fuck, Goody..”

One of his hands gripped the bottom of your shirt, gently pulling it up and over your head. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, everything about you just drawing him in. “Shit, honey,” his soft spoken words were accompanied with a light chuckle as he pulled your (his) sweatpants down, letting them fall to the ground. You helped him pull his t-shirt off, heavily kissing him in between. His long fingers moved to your clothed clit, his pinky moving your dampened underwear to the side. The light, breathy moans escaping your lips had him grinning like a dumbass the entire time, brown eyes roaming your body. As you undid his belt buckle and jeans, he found it the perfect time to slip a finger inside of you, the sharp inhale punctuating the curl of his digit. Your head fell on his shoulder, moving your hips against his hand. The pad of his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, a second finger pushing in. It had been a while, admittedly, so the stretch of Goody’s thick fingers had your insides feeling like you would pop. “Goody, please.. I-“ Curling his fingers just right, the man held a steady hand on your hip, gliding you through your climax. “Holy fuck,” you breathed, hips falling from their movements. “Settle down, sweetheart.” Pressing a few kisses to your neck, the man let you pull down his jeans and boxers just enough to let his cock spring free. Precum dribbled from the red tip, your hand coming to softly stroke it. Goody’s head fell back on the couch at the feeling, inhaling deeply. Your hand barely fit around his dick, a fact that had your boyfriends balls tightening. He grabbed your wrist softly, pulling your hand away. “You’re ready?” He asked in confirmation, using one hand to help lift your hips up, the other ready to push his cock in. Your mind was hazy at the feeling, nodding quickly to his question. Looking up at you with a smile, he finally pushed in with a groan. The stretch was intense, the initial pain replaced with a feeling of pleasure.

He had both hands on your hips now, slowly easing you down onto his thick cock, not quite bottoming out. Goody held you there for a second, the gasp you let out making him grin and raise his eyebrows. "You like that, sweetheart?" he asked, out of breath. Lowering you down, he chuckled as your head fell into the crook of his neck. He gave you a short moment to adjust before he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, starting to slowly drag your wet cunt up and down his girth. His eyebrows furrowed together at the feeling of you clenching around him, a few stray hairs sticking to his sweaty forehead. "God, this pussy is unreal.." the words were quiet, soft under his heavy breaths. The sounds of your moans, your cunt repeatedly bouncing on his cock, both of you harshly breathing, all filled the lowly-lit room, soaked up by no one except you two. Goody couldn't get enough, feeling you clenching around him as you neared another orgasm. "Oh shit, goddamnit.." your exclamations were followed by your climax, Goody following not long after. He clenched his eyes shut as he shot ropes of hot, thick cum deep inside of you. Your mouth fell open as you tried to catch your breath, removing one hand from the mans back to cup his bearded jaw for a kiss. "Holy shit, that was.." you were at a loss for words, staring into his dark brown eyes.

"Settle down."