#brett Hand x reader

[reareaotaku]

[Toxic!] Brett Hand Headcanons

Obsessive and needy to a fault

He knows it's toxic, but he's rather insecure thanks to not only his family, but also his college days

He loves you a million times more than you love him. He has an unhealthy attachment to you

If you would let him, he would literally attach himself to you

Huge on hugs. Anytime he sees you whether it's been 24 hours or 3 minutes, he rushes to hug you

Like a puppy dog, loves to follow you and is sad when you're gone

Whenever him and Reagan are alone, all he talks about is you, much to her annoyance

He and Reagan are the complete opposite on the dating/relationship scale. Where he loves you more than anything in life, Regan hates people more than anything in the world. She doesn't understand why he's so enamored with you, until she meets Ron

Has a picture of you on his nightstand, so you are the first thing he sees when he wakes up [He'd rather have you in person, but he'd settle] and the last thing when he goes to sleeps

He doesn't care what the both of you do, as long as he's with you

Hell, he'll hang out in your cubicle and do work, just so he can be around you

[bigfatbimbo]

INSIDE JOB KCFFPKAFRDJATS

I need me some more Subby Brett Hand fics like omggg I already read all the ones I could find

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Denying Brett an orgasm for like the millionth time and he tears up????

👀<3

a/n — Brett Hand my baby girl, I’d do anything for you. Anyways, I have reagan fics after this one.

warnings — Dom!reader, fem reader, Brett calls reader mommy

summary — Series of Sub!Brett headcanons, and then a drabble

ᯓ★ This man is so submissive, I will never understand how people write him as a dom, he is a subtop at best.

ᯓ★ Desperate for approval on an ungodly level, so this translates to a killer praise kink.

ᯓ★ He will need all the reassurance in the world that he’s making you feel good and that your actually enjoying him.

ᯓ★ “Good boy, Brett” He will automatically be on the edge, trying not to cum immediately. You really think so? You really think he’s doing good? He’s eating it up.

ᯓ★ Nowhere near unexperienced, the man was on a frat club in college. But that does imply that ‘making him feel loved’ was not on his party-hookups agenda.

ᯓ★ This basically means that being gentle with him would be a huge turn-on. Yes please make him feel comfortable, tell him how pretty he looks, tell him just how much you like him.

ᯓ★ Would call you mommy. He grew up getting no attention any authority’s figures in his life and now your doting on him and taking care of him? It just slips out!

ᯓ★ Ready to try most of anything, like anything you wanna do. Even if he doesn’t actually like the idea, but most times he would because it’s you.

“W-wait please, I really need to cum this time—“ Brett begged, looking up at you with a desperate look, hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead.

“I know, baby. And you’ve been so good for me,” you coo as he answers with a short whine, “But mommy’s not done with you yet, so you’re just gonna have to wait.”

”’m sorry mommy, i-i’m trying but— Oh fuck..”

He stops himself with a low whimper as you drag your finger along the base of his cock, while positioning yourself over him.

You were going to… ride him? He couldn’t handle that in this state, you had to know that! You’d denied him plenty of other times that night, but this seemed almost mean.

He’d have to hold himself back though, as he was terrified of you being upset with him.

You plopped yourself down on his cock, ignoring the tears that instantaneously bubbles in his eyes, “My good boy, you’re taking it all so well.”

He whined, “It’s— god, it’s so much— please, I need to— Aah!” you roll your hips suddenly fast, practically jamming his cock in your pussy, before slowly down. A tear rolled down Brett’s face, and then another.

“Aw, sh sh,” You lean down and wipe the tears path off his cheek, and then plant a kiss.

“Don’t cry, I know you can handle it. I know you can handle more than this.”

[deaddcrow]

Yea I may or may not be out for dinner rn but I have no one to talk to so I’m about to just start writing or reading fanfics

[dozing-composing]

Hello, could I ask for some headcanons of brett from cognito inc With an s/o who is from the cognito assassins department who is super quiet with a poker face but has a soft spot only for brett

Alright, Some Inside Job Content! Honestly, I Live For The Trope "Deadly Assassin Soft For X Character."

ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ...

✦ He's going to be intimidated by your mere presence. Part of him is too scared to talk to you, but his happy-go-lucky self will try. He'll stutter and you can feel his nervous aura, but damn it he's going to get along with you. ✦ He won't. Stop. Talking. Nothing wrong with that, but he overshares his personal life bit by bit. Something you quickly taught him was to not reveal that kind of information unless you want to get killed. ✦ It does take some time for you to finally warm up to him. He's nice, pure, even. You both have a lot more in common than you think. ⤷ "I've only known Brett for like a week. But if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." ✦ It's over when you realize you've gotten soft. Soft for him. You're a trained killer, you shouldn't have friends. But damn it, his smile brightens any room he walks into. ✦ You find that you'll do anything for him, only him. He's lowkey terrified of this thought, because knowing you, you'd either make it look like an accident or you'd leave no trace leading to yourself. ✦ You don't ever show any emotion around him when there's people nearby. You've got your arms crosses and you're leaning against a wall all dark and brooding. You don't want anyone finding out about your "thing" for Brett. ✦ The Gang, however, do know about it. Myc read Brett's mind and exposed his feelings about you. You got ahold of him and he woke up within the next hour with his appendages tied together and his stalk all twisted...

[maleposting]

(artist is @/idonotexist_222 on twitter)

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

hiii saw ur requests are open for inside job 🖤 what about brett hand with a s/o who’s confident and assertive but also very kind especially to him?? like they would always be there for him whenever he’d have a panic attack, comfort him whenever he’s upset and defend him when someone’s being mean to him?? pls i love him he’s such a little meow meow

A/N: AHHH MY FIRST BRETT ASK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANON <333 I love Brett we need more people like him in this world.

Warnings: Mainly fluff all around, john from finances is my biggest opp atm 😒👎

Navigation!! // Masterlist ( coming soon )

Brett Hand was usually the guy everyone loved—always optimistic, always eager to lend a hand. But the corporate world wasn’t always so forgiving. There were times when even his relentless positivity wasn’t enough to deflect the sharp edges of office politics.

It was late afternoon when you found Brett in the break room, staring out the window with a deep frown creasing his usually bright features. His posture was slumped, his hands gripping the edge of the counter like he needed something to hold onto.

“Hey, Brett,” you greeted him, your voice low and warm as you approached. You leaned casually against the counter beside him, your presence solid and comforting. “Everything okay?”

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a weariness you didn’t often see. “Just… work stuff,” he said, trying to brush it off, but the way he ran a hand through his hair told you there was more to it.

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “Work stuff, huh? Is that why you’re hiding out in the break room instead of in your office?”

Brett let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah, guess I’m not doing a great job at pretending everything’s fine, huh?”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to pretend with me. What happened?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping even more. “You know that big presentation I’ve been working on? The one for the execs?” He paused, waiting for your nod. “It didn’t go well. At all. There’s this one guy—John from finance—he just… tore me apart. And not in a constructive way. It felt personal.”

Your brow furrowed, anger simmering beneath your calm exterior. “John, huh? The guy who thinks he’s everyone’s boss?” You shook your head, irritation clear in your tone. “Brett, that’s not on you. Some people get off on tearing others down to make themselves feel bigger.”

“I know, but…” Brett’s voice wavered, and he looked down at his hands. “It’s hard not to take it personally when you put so much of yourself into something, and then someone just… rips it apart like it’s nothing.”

You turned to face him fully, placing both hands on his shoulders and gently forcing him to meet your eyes. “Brett, listen to me. You’re one of the hardest working, most genuine people I know. John’s comments say more about him than they do about you.”

He searched your eyes for a moment, as if looking for something to hold on to. “But what if he’s right? What if I’m just… not good enough?”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, a mix of firmness and tenderness. “Don’t you dare doubt yourself because of one person’s pettiness. You got where you are because you’re good at what you do. You care, and that shows in everything you touch. No one can take that away from you, especially not some bitter finance guy.”

Brett took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his body. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You always know what to say.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his arm. “I’m always going to be here, Brett. I believe in you, even when you forget to believe in yourself.”

As you both stood there in silence, the weight of the day slowly lifting, you knew Brett wasn’t entirely free of his doubts. But he leaned into your touch, drawing strength from your presence. He had someone who saw him, really saw him, and that made all the difference.

Later, as you both left the office together, you noticed John across the parking lot. The sight of him immediately reignited that protective fire within you, but you kept your cool. As you walked past, John threw a glance your way, and you didn’t hesitate to hold it.

“John,” you called out, your voice carrying just enough edge to get his attention.

He looked over, a smirk on his face. “Yeah?”

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your critiques professional,” you said, your tone polite but firm. “We’re all working toward the same goals here. Tearing down a teammate doesn’t help anyone.”

John looked taken aback, but before he could respond, you added, “And for the record, Brett’s presentation was solid. You might want to rethink how you approach these things in the future.”

Brett squeezed your hand, a small, grateful smile playing on his lips as you both walked away.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.

“I know,” you replied, meeting his gaze with a steady look. “But I wanted to. You deserve better, Brett. And I’m not going to let anyone make you feel less than what you are.”

Brett’s smile grew a little more, the warmth returning to his eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You shrugged, grinning. “I try. And so do you, which is why I’ve got your back. Always.”

[shiggyscumrag]

Thirst of my favorite Men

A/N: I want to write but I don’t know what to write about!!!!!!! I especially don’t feel like writing a whole fic…So I’m gonna make little thirsts for some of my fav characters!!! Ps. You should listen to Gang Baby by NLE Choppa while reading for peak experience ;)

Josh Washington

I imagine Josh would love when you run your nails down his back. Whether it’s the domestic cute shit where you rub his back with your nails while he lays in your lap. Or when your nails roughly dig into his back when he makes you feel a little too good. In turn he LOVES when you pull his hair and your nails scratch his scalp. The butterflies in his gut make his groans extra loud and needy.

THE DEFINITION “She told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit!” Imagine you finding out a clingy ex of yours reached out to Josh and he sent this back. Extra good head that night as appreciation.

I fear I’d love to fuck him in his serial killer fit. So imagine with me if you will, being his first “victim”. You get out of a freezing yet arguably refreshing shower to find your clothes there one sec then gone the next. Confused as fuck You peek into the hallway towel wrapped tight around your chest. You dash across the hall to your room. Well actually, it was Josh’s room that’d you’d both be sharing. Scanning the room you fail to see a masked figure peaking from inside the dressers cracked door. Suddenly you’re jumpscared by the stranger pouncing out of the dresser and pinning you to the ground. The scream you let out shreds your throat from the pure fear until it’s quickly cut off by his hand. Pulling the mask up once he felt you stop screaming you make out Josh’s face in the candlelight. Falling limp you play dead clutching your chest dramatically. Laughing from above you swat Josh’s hand from your mouth.

“Haha very funny.” Staring up at him he stands up letting you sit up against the bed.

“What you don’t like the mask?” His hand finds your chin lifting it slightly before finding a piece of hair to push it behind your ear. “Not even a little bit?”

“I think you could change my mind.” Standing up you pull at his flannel. “Maybe with less layers.”

Brett Hand

Brett is “a boy who’s jacked and kind” WET DREAM!!!!! He’s also the definition of “this boy doesn’t even know the difference between their, there and they are” “Yet he’s naked in my room”.

One way you can tease Brett is to play off his last name. “Brett Hand? More like Brett let me give you a hand!” As you gesture to jacking him off with his face as bright as a ripe tomato. Corny I know, but Brett himself is a cornball after all.

[writings-ofthe-heart]

Haaaayyyyy!!Can you make my request????If you can,could you make headcanons of Brett from inside job????

Brett Hand/Reader headcanons

WC ; 593

Side notes ; UGH YES! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH! I did romantic only im sorry anon i am so deeply in love with him.

• First, Brett we all know, and love is insanely smooth. He’ll stroll up to any girl he wants and “rizz them up,” with his genuine conversation charisma. Surprisingly, it’s different with you.

• You’re at a bar, exhausted. The 9-5 job you do is grueling and thankless. Being so far from family, having no time for socializing, you’re left on your own.

• Cue in Brett had a bit too much “fun juice,” and is currently hanging off Reagan who is trying to get him off her.

• “Brett, what the fuck are you doing?!” Reagan groaned, pulling his sticky fingers off her. He seemed to be in a daze when he spotted you. A mess, maybe, but lonely for sure.

• And Brett was NOT going to let someone be lonely, on a Friday night.

• He stood, suddenly and walked to your side slowing down when he realized his heart was pounding, palms sweaty.

• Why was he so nervous???

• You were staring him down since you caught eye contact the first time. Maybe you were glaring at his weirdly chiseled jawline, and the way he seemed in a trance, by what, you wouldn’t know.

• Brett took a deep breath, sliding across into the chair beside you.

• “Hey.” He choked, on his spit. You swirled your drink and chuckled.

• “Take your time, sweetheart.” Your voice rang in his ears, like honey spilling over his heart.

• His knees gave in, like seriously. He dropped to his knees. You could only stare down at him, laughing.

• Stupidly laughing, loudly.

• Brett saw your smile, your laugh and began to awkwardly laugh along.

• His stomach did so many flips that night.

• You and Brett spent the entire night talking, drunkenly laughing over stupid things and enjoying each other's company.

• After several dates, you came to the conclusion, you knew nothing about Brett.

• He would only listen to you, a spineless man. But you knew better, you knew he had to have something unique about him.

• So you tried, asking him questions every time you saw him. He got nervous every time.

• After several more dates, you pried info out of him.

• “Puppets? Well... that’s interesting.” You kept an open mind, but couldn’t help but giggle.

• “W..What? Is it really funny?” He laughed, coughing anxiously. You shook your head, leaning over to him and pecking his cheek.

• “You sweet, loveable man.” Under your breath, he heard you and grinned widely.

• From then on, the relationship was the most genuine, loving connection you’d ever had.

• He loved you dearly, and was never afraid to show it.

• I fear this man has all five love languages.

• He’d send you flowers to your job at least monthly. ‘To cheer you up! <3’

• Brett would be amazing at cooking.

• You’d both be defintely be the dynamic of girlboss and her malewife.

• He loves to do things for you, cuddle and kiss you whenever he has the chance.

• Brett would only want that love to be returned in acts of service, physical touch, etc.

• He looooveeessss being coddled by you, whenever he’s sick, he knows he’s in good hands.

• Whenever Brett gets drunk, he gets really clingy... and lovey... which makes him talk nonsense.

• Which is nonsense to you.

• “Mmm...” He tugged on your dress, mumbling your name. “I can’t wait to grow old with you, god, I love you!” He sobbed, embracing you tightly.

• You pat him, smugly taking a video.

• He was never redder the next day, shrieking at you.

• All in all, you love him, he loves you.

• He’d really do anything for you.

[insidethejob]

hi /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ if your requests are open you could do one about brett and prompt 42

Prompt 42: “You want me to fuck you..? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?”

Welp, I Guess I'm Stuck

Yandere! Brett Hand x Fem! Reader Tw: NSFW [No actual Smut], Drunk! Reader, Dubious-Consent 🔞18+ Content due to dark and adult themes. Read at your own risk

Brett felt his stomach tighten as your hands roamed his body. You were giggling and whispering in his ear. Brett knew you were drunk, but it was hard to hold himself together.

"I love you in your suit, but god you look so good in normal clothes."

He laughs, trying to avoid the awkwardness. "You look good, too, Y/n."

You push his hair back, before playing with a loose strand. Brett could feel his face darken and his hands tighten on his wheel.

"So where are we going, Brett baby?"

"I'm taking you home."

"Aww," You cross your arms, frowning, "I was hoping you'd be more..." You lightly touch his tight, "Interesting."

He slammed the breaks, causing you to fall forward. Your eyes widen as you bang your head on the dashboard. Brett gasps and is quick to grab you and inspect you.

"Oh my god! Y/n are you okay? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... Oh my god!" He says as he starts to freak out.

You shake him off, "It's fine Brett... Don't worry about it."

But he does worry about it. The anxiety of you being mad at him takes over his mind. He frowned when pulling up to your home. You sloppily get out, before going to the drivers side.

"Do you want to come in, Brett?"

He looks at his alarm and frowned when seeing the late time. He was going to deny and mention work.

"Please?"

He looked at you, his face red. How could he say no when you're looking at him like that?

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He examined everything in your home. It was so you, and it made him smile.

"Do you want..." You were going to ask him if he wanted something to drink, but your eyes slowly started to droop, and you fell forward. Brett was quick to catch you and laid you on your couch.

You wobbly got up, not being able to keep yourself straight. He sat down by you, to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. You leaned on his shoulder, trying to gain yourself. You giggled to yourself, before looking up at him.

"You're so pretty," You say, rubbing his face. "I want to fuck you."

His body freezes as you lightly grace his neck. You lightly run your tongue on his neck, causing a shiver to run down his back. He leaned into the couch as you move to his lap. You play with his hair and his nails clinging to the seat cushions.

You remove your shirt and Brett looks away, trying not to feed into his boner. Your hands were all around him and he could feel his body flush. You stopped, confusing him, and he finally looked at you.

You look up at him, tears gracing your eye, "Do you want to do this?"

Brett could feel a knot in his throat. You could do whatever you wanted to him. He took a deep breath before speaking, "You want me to fuck you..? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me? I would do anything to make you happy."

You blushed fiddling with your hair, "I don't want to overstep-"

"You could use me however you want, Y/n," He grabs your face, pulling you in close, "You can use me like your boy toy."

"Well, you shouldn't say that if you don't mean it, because I might just do it."

[hxney-lemcn]

Dream a Little Dream of Me

summery: reader ponders their feelings.

tw: angst.

a/n: okay so...this is my first time writing a generic fic, in which I mean you can imagine whatever character you want. So uh...I hope I did this right. Also, listen to 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' by Karen Fukuhara. It's *chefs kiss*

wc: 0.4k

Master List

“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me”

Rain drizzled, gently pattering against the windows. I watched as the clear drops raced down. My brain was racing yet it was blank all the same. That growing pit in my chest ached as I listened to that familiar bittersweet tune. I loved to listen to it, yet it always brought me into a somber trance. The gloomy weather only seemed to add to my mood.

“Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me While I’m alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me”

I frowned. I understood that longing feeling. Being alone and wishing for someone to love you. Although the singer is singing about their lover, my mind wandered to who I was crushing on. The thought of him kissing me, the thought of him holding me and asking me to stay with him, it loosened that hollow feeling just a little. 

I had been pining over him for so long, it was starting to hurt. The pattering of my heart when he smiled at me so handsomely, started to ache. The warm flush that I used to bask in that he’d always manage to cause, started to grow cold. The usual happiness I felt when I’d look at him turned bitter. Yet no matter how much it hurt, I still found myself falling for his charms. The bitterness would leave, if only for a little while in his presence, only for it to come crashing down when he was gone.

“Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss Now I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear Just saying this”

There was no one to blame but myself. I had spent so long dwelling on my feelings, on pretending like they weren’t there, that it started to warp. I was by his side for so long, that it felt like he overlooked me, that if I were to disappear from his life, that he wouldn’t even notice. 

The answer to my problems seemed easy on surface level. Just confess, get these feelings off my chest and be done with the whole deal. Yet, after this long, he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t noticed how my gestures ran deeper than just friendly. How I dropped everything to make sure he was okay. Not only that, but he hadn’t hinted at liking me back. We were just friends, and even if it hurts, I don’t want to lose that. Because I care for him as a person, and if he’s happy, then that’s all I could ask for.

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dream whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Dream a little dream of me”

[reareaotaku]

Older Men are just Better

AYYY IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

Brett was older than you, by over a decade, though it was never really a thought in your mind. You just knew that you really liked him. Like really, really like him. Brett on the other hand... Well, the age gap was very apparent to him. He was in his 30's and you were just entering into your 20's.

Sure, he liked you, but the different age periods were quite apparent. Your teen years were spent in the 2010's and he spent it in the early 2000's. The evolution of culture and technology took such a huge leap, though you were positive to work. Sure, maybe he was a millennial and you a gen z, but you really wanted Brett and you made that known.

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You sat in the car, fiddling with your hands as you avoided eye contact with Brett. He, too, was trying to avoid eye contact with you, and instead putting all his attention on the road. That was until you spoke up.

"So... How are you feeling about work?"

"Uh," He stutters over his words for a second, a light pink going on his cheeks, "Yeah- I mean, no- No, I mean it's great. I like it."

"Regan's not giving you to hard of a time?" You chuckle, watching him closely.

"No, she's fine."

"Yeah? I know she can be... difficult."

"Difficult is definitely a word."

"Yeah... And it's the perfect word for her."

He laughs a little, "Yeah, I guess it is. She is... A lot... But I enjoy it."

"You enjoy everything. I like that about you. You're so... Positive."

You nearly go into the dashboard when he slams on the breaks.

"God! What the hell Brett!?"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Brett's face erupts in a dark red as he pulls off to the side and covers his face.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" He's quick to try and cover up his shame.

"You breaked in the middle of the high way!"

"Did I? Wow, that's crazy."

"Are you okay, Brett?"

"I'm great."

"Okay."

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You fiddled with Brett's hair, pulling him close, his face turned away from you, but you could still see is dark red face.

"You're very modest for a frat boy, Brett."

"Modest?" He turns to you, your noses nearly touching, his face still dark. "I wouldn't say that."

"Yeah?" You giggle, hands wrapping around the side of his neck. "You're adorable."

"I'm adorable?" He smiles widely.

"Yeah. The cutest."

"Well, I think that position is taken by you."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

[bigfatbimbo]

watched inside job, i want him SO BAD.

[ben-pincus]

might I request headcanons for brett hand where after the still valley episode, the reader kinda sorta swipes his blue letterman jacket just cuz (I want one so badly I don’t think you understand) and his reaction to seeing them wear it?

please, and thank you

i died but im back now!! and yes. id love to steal that silly blue letterman RAH

-he was looking for his blue letterman like ALL over the place

-poor lad thought he lost it :(

-so he asked the gang, and when they immediately said they hadnt seen it, he KNEW something was up....

-his brett senses were tingling...

-so when he went to you, and saw YOU in HIS blue letterman he almost died

-like, he froze up for a moment, just watching you get coffee at like 2AM

-"brett.. are you okay?"

"YES I'M OKAY I AM PERFECTLY FINE-"

-then you realise that he's probably like... hopping off the WALLS from you wearing his jacket

-he's like,,, RED in the face by now

-looking like a tomato

-and you then tease him about it, which makes him even MORE red

-so in short, he'll go from white boy to tomato boy in 0.2 nanoseconds if you wear his letterman

-he might let you keep it

-he just might because you look amazing in it <3

[sin-sidejob]

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Fanfics / Ficlets

Tethered

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Halloween

✶⠀‧ afab / NSFW / Frankenstein-Esque creature Brett

Oral Preferences

✶⠀‧ afab / NSFW / how he likes to eat you out

Nostalgia Max

✶⠀‧⠀afab&fem / NSFW / Brett on Nostalgia Max comes to find you

Drabbles

✶ Valentine’s

✶ soft-dom!Brett

✶ New Years

Headcanons

‧ you flash your tits in an argument

‧ he loves you in tiny skirts and dresses

‧ what he watches

‧ fancast for Brett

‧ Brett’s a yes man

‧ his dick

‧ giving head

‧ his preference for your nails

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[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~I'm Shy~🌸💜

I'm doing my request for Brett Hands. I decided to combine the two ideas. I hope you don't mind.

"Oooo what this? A remote control for the TV?" Brett started fiddling with the remote in his hand.

One press from the remote and you are on your knees with paper of top secret scattered at Brett's feet. A vibrating sound and you can't keep your mouth shut, "Aa-aah not in public, Mr. Hands."

Brett is dense, but he is not dumb. The quietest and most respected woman he knows is letting out the sluttiest moans that make a pornstar blush. Then again he suspected that you had another side to yourself. He always felt like you undressed him with your eyes. When he catches you staring a little bit too hard, your skin is the color of a tomato with you walking out of the room like a blushing mess.

Cute was the first thing that came to Brett's mind. Besides Regan, you were the only one who seemed to listen and take him seriously. He secretly stalked your Secretgram. He had to beg Regan to help him delete alike from him on a picture of you wearing a tight bikini with your glasses between your breasts. Anyway this is a long story come to don't ask Regan to hack Secretgram because Regan and him had to fight a literal firewall.

Brett didn't know what to do and just carried you to the nearest bathroom, the boy's bathroom. Maybe he is dumb. "I'm sorry Ms-

"YN. YN is my name and don't be. I just wish you didn't press play on the remote in public. A-at least do it in private Mr. Hand."

"Private?" Brett asked with a blush creeping on his face. He turned around took off his clothes and handed them to you. You dressed like him and escaped the man's bathroom with Brett's number on his hand.

[tokosparrow]

Heyo! I saw that you were looking for inside job requests. Can you do one where Brett (or any other character or member of the gang) has a huge crush on a completely oblivious reader (she/her if you want) and how he would try to awkwardly try to drop hints? Have a great day :D

a/n: AHH A INSIDE JOB REQUEST, will do anon ;))

extra info : gn! reader throughout since i only use ‘you’ :P.

> whenever brett first met you, you guys became friends almost immediately because of the same shared of obliviousness.

> but that shared oblivion friendship became something more for brett since he realized how much he actually adored being around you more than usual.

> he might even drop the most clearest hint he could make by telling you he thinks about you while listening to accidentally in love from the shrek soundtrack (which is constant LOL)

> “hey (Y/N) did if i ever tell you that i think about you when listening to accidentally in love?? which is definitely not every single day ??” “aw, that’s pretty sweet of you brett im sure because of it’s upbeat rhythms, right :D??” “… yup, definitely…”

> he completely lost his marbles after that, because even for him that was a somewhat obvious confession.

> afterwards he tries to be more obvious which would leave him to think you don’t really like him romantically until he eventually breaks in a small panic frenzy.

> “(Y/N), i like you” “i like you too brett :D” “NO, like LIKE you (Y/N), i want to have dates and be your boyfriend, dammit!!” “oh, OHHH”

> you finally connected the dots right then and there after what took forever, now you get after what all the fuss was about with brett being more panicky lately.

> now look at you, flustered out of your mind (LOL).