#brett Hand x reader

[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.”

[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

[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

If anyone has an idea for who I should write for comment away

[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.”

[msg4andre]

pls gimme some teasing brett through his pants…

GRR yesyeyseys

“C-come on you know I need more than that…”

You’re 100% sure you could get fired for this, but Brett just had to be needy at work. “I thought you wanted me to take care of you…” Your voice was low, dangerous. It only made Brett more desperate. “I do! I-I just need more than this, please? I’ll be really really good I promise!” The brunette’s back pressed further against the closet wall as you cupped the bulge in his pants.

Your fingers strategically found Brett’s leaky tip and brushed it with your index finger, gliding over the weeping slit which made Brett ‘s hips buck into your hand. Arousal seeped into your panties, Brett’s teary eyes were so pathetically hot your pussy couldn’t help but pang and throb at the thought of his big shaft filling you up. You gripped his member and Brett yelped.

“Keep it down, you don’t wanna get caught, do you?” You said, giggling at the way Brett’s eyes bulged as he feverishly shook his head ‘no.’ You got down on your knees and licked a stipe on his clothed dick. “G-God, y-your— your mouth…” He whined. Even through the fabric of his pants he could feel your tongue skillfully prodding at his shaft, swirling around it leaving a wet patch of you spit and his precum on his crotch area. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

The feeling of incoming euphoria took the reins. Brett thrusted his hips into your mouth and threw his head back, he was actually going to cum in his pants. Your hands came up to his hips and shoved them against the wall. You weren’t in the mood for his ‘horny puppy’ pace. “Please let me take my pants off, let me fuck your mouth, please!” Brett was willing to start crying for you if it meant you’d him go loose. Your mouth, your pussy, he just wanted to shove his cock deep in you and let you ride him until he couldn’t cum anymore.

Everything felt hot. You watched with intent as Brett looked up, knees shacking uncontrollably. Just as he was about to burst…

You let go.

Sadistic pleasure bubbled and raged in your stomach as you watched Brett’s heart break all over again. “Wha- no. No. Nononono please! You— You can’t leave me! I need it, I need you, please! mommy-!” He babbled but you shushed him quickly. “I’ve got a meeting to get back to, baby. If you’re that desperate you can wait for me here.”

[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."

[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.

[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”

[bigfatbimbo]

Ok, but we neeeed to see Brett Hand first time (also first time in his life) letting it slip and calling his gf "mommy".

He only felt safe and completely happy with her. In college he never felt pleasure because he had to be the dom in order to satisfy the girls and he was a people pleaser, you know. He just didn't dare to call her that to not make it weird and it just slips when he is melting, completely being a puddle in her hands. It surprises both of them.

There would be a moment where he froze after saying it and she would be like: "wh- what did you call me ? 😮😳" ( In a shocked gentle manner, not a mean one because she understands that he struggled growing up with his parents affection and she doesn't want to hurt him emotionally).

Oof I crave to see this so bad!!!

Brett Hand/Reader 18+

Awe, poor baby would be so embarrassed at first.

Imagine making him feel so good, giving him all your attention. You’ve already made him cum multiple times, blow jobs, hand jobs, etc. And he gets too comfortable, so he just slips out a “Mommy, please—“

He’d never been taken care of like this! When it came to sex he always just did what his partner wanted, but now you’re making him feel so good, and he barely has to lift a finger? He let his guard down!

Once he realized what he said, his hand would come up to his mouth and he’d wait for your reaction.

“what did you call me?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Uh— nothing. Unless your into it then I guess I did say something, but if you didn’t hear anything at all then I didn’t really say anything,” he squirms in place, “Haha, please still like me..—“

“No, Brett—“ You run your hand comfortingly up and down his arm, “I’m into it. Actually, say it again.”

“Uh..” He blushed red. If you like it, then what’s the harm? He doesn’t have to feel weird about it. “Y-yes, mommy.”

You smile, before placing your hand on his shaft once again, “Oh, good boy.”

[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

[urfavoritegirls]

cuddling headcanons w brett and andre ? :3 love ur theme btw

✮ CUDDLING HEADCANONS (ANDRE + BRETT) ✮

thank you anon also first request!

cw: drug stuff (andre lol), sfw

ANDRE LEE

✮ he would love cuddling up against you after work or during work

✮ just anywhere tbh

✮ your his favorite pillow

✮ prefers being big spoon but wouldnt say no to you holding him

✮ i feel like hes one of those people that would aggressively sniff the moment you cuddle against him

✮ (you just smell really nice to him)

✮ for the long hair readers he will try to braid your hair

✮ "andre your just twisting it like a candy cane"

✮ also could stay like that for hours

✮ hungry? he has candy in his pocket. thirsty? wow he pulls out a flask full of water from his jacket. he just spawns them out of nowhere

✮ yall are that one couple that cant keep their hands off each other

✮ just one thing is that you will never cuddle in his office

✮ even he knows its a little too dirty

✮ personally likes cuddling on the couch after eating a edible watching a shitty movie

✮ laying all over your body

✮ who needs blankets when we have andre

BRETT HAND

✮ please hold him

✮ little spoon preferably but if you want him to hold you he will gladly say yes

✮ always facing you so he could look at your face

✮ cuddling in his pyjamas are his favorite

✮ one of those people that wear sweatpants to bed

✮ always hums a little song when you guys cuddle

✮ loves talking to you about literally anything that comes to his mind

✮ "did you know cotton lasts for 100 years so lil' brett could possibly outlive us"

✮ also enjoys talking about his day to you, even if you where there

✮ goes on side tangents a lot

✮ he likes keeping water by the bed so he doesn't have to get up from your embrace

✮ he prefers cuddling in his or your bed under the covers all warm

✮ play with his hair he loves the feeling

✮ just loves being in your arms

sorry these are short im tired

[sin-sidejob]

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Fanfics / Ficlets

Tethered

✶⠀‧⠀gn / SFW / cute pining

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

‧ nostalgia max headcanons

‧ dating headcanons

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MESSAGE RECEIVED!

…OPEN?

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Reagan: Okay, that’s it, we gotta call Y/N. Brett, give me their number.

Brett: I don’t have it.

Reagan: Oh, I thought you had it. Okay, well do you know where they live?

Brett: All I know about Y/N is that they come and go as they please, they answer to no one, and they are truly free.

Reagan: Okay calm down. They’re a free spirit, we get it.

[shiggyscumrag]

Puff Puff Pass

[Getting high with Brett and then fucking the shit out of him!! CONTENT WARNINGS: oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, cursing, praise, drug use: weed]

Let’s just say he had a pretty fucking stressful day at cognito and just wanted to get home to you. The gang asked if he wanted to go for drinks, and he almost gives in when you step in.

“Actually Brett and I were planning on spending the night together at home.” You speak up wrapping your body around his arm. Looking down at you, looking back at them, then back at you again not knowing what to do. Brett is a yes man and can’t say no to anyone, especially not the people he loves most in the world! The love of his life v.s. His work family! Before anyone can speak up you squeeze his arm and say “Have fun guys!” Brett slowly starts being pulled away after you start walking towards the exit. He speaks up as the office door is closing on him.

“Can’t say no the wife gang, I’ll drink with you guys later!” He gives a wave and the door barely misses his nose almost pinching it shut. He then turns to you “I didn’t know we had plans to stay in tonight?” He felt bad for not remembering you saying anything about a date night.

“Well you looked stressed this past week and haven’t been getting the best sleep so I thought you could use a night in.” You say squeezing his arm slightly. He loved the sentiment truly, he was also relieved he didn’t forget a date night. He would’ve felt terrible. You don’t deserve a man who doesn’t remember a simple date night. You could do so much better-

“I got some weed so that you could really relax. I was thinking we could just smoke, cuddle and watch a movie. Sound good to you?” You spoke interrupting his thoughts. You were always good at stopping his over thinking, even if you didn’t know it.

“That sounds really nice actually.” He smiles getting into the car. Once you’re back at your shared apartment you decide it would probably be good to get some food. When Brett goes to start making food you stop him.

“Hey hey mister, this is a lazy night so you’re not cooking and I’m not either. I thought we could order in dinner and some snacks since we’re gonna be soaring in the clouds here soon.” You chuckle, hands still placed on his chest from trying to stop him from entering the kitchen.

“I guess that would be pretty nice. We have been cooking a lot lately so we could afford to splurge. Ah what am I saying let’s do it!” He screams as he launches his arms in the air. It looks like he’s doing a victory pose.

“Perfect, I’ll order and it will be a surprise because I know you love surprises.” You say pulling out your phone ready to order.

“I do love surprises. What movie do you wanna watch while we wait?” He asks moving to grab the roommate off the mantle.

“Whatever you would like babe. I just want to spend time with you, plus I’ll probably be to busy starring at your handsome face.” You smile “And you know rolling the joint but mostly your handsome face.” You add shrugging your shoulders. He gives you a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek once he’s settled on the couch. While you sit there doing your thing he scrolls through Netflix trying to find the perfect thing to watch. Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling till her finds it, the perfect movie of all time… Shrek 2! You snicker at his choice and continue to pack the joint full, slowly and meticulously rolling it into the perfect shape. You grab the lighter and watch as the end ignites, taking a deep draw you let the smoke fill your lungs before you exhale right into Brett’s face. That definitely pulled his attention from the movie.

“It’s all ready babe!” You say with a grin wide across your face. You look excited, eager for him to take a hit.

“Thanks!” You pass him the joint and he places it to his perfectly plump lips. You see his lips purse a bit while inhaling the smoke. He immediately starts coughing, face red and eyes teary. You grab the joint from his hands and quickly put it in the ash tray. You grab the bottle of water sitting on your end table and hand it to him telling him to take a sip. He follows your instructions immediately and practically inhales the whole bottle in one gulp. Your astonished at how he does it before he starts coughing again pulling back to reality. You pat his back slightly and rub it while he calms down, the coughs slowly dying out.

“Are you okay? Can you breathe alright? Do you need more water?” Questions are flying from your mouth panicking that you might have just killed your boyfriends perfect lungs.

“No no I’m alright, just burned a little.” He choked out through strained coughs. You watch as few tears fall down his puffed up cheeks. You kiss them as it’s the only way you can think it would make him feel better.

“We can stop, I think that’ll be best since it clearly hurt you.” You say beginning to put out the joint. He immediately grabs for your hands gripping your wrist.

“You don’t have too! I just won’t smoke, which is no big deal to me.” He says eyes wide with a slight look of hurt sprawled on his face.

“Brett it was meant to be for you, not me, so I don’t want to make you feel left out if I’m the only one smoking. That’s just not fair to you.” You explain turning to hold his hands.

“No please don’t stop just cause I can’t. This was for us to enjoy not just me. Plus, I like watching you smoke it’s really hot.” He protests, his cheeks growing red again at the confession.

“Okay.” Is all could squeak out and you pinched your thighs tighter together. A swirl of nervous and excited energy burn in your stomach. You pick the joint up out of the ash tray and once again put it between your lips. You take a quick drawl and then another longer turning to Brett and slowly letting it out to engulf his face. Once you’re done you see him lean forward while looking down and your lips and back up to your eyes. You meet him the rest of the way and press your lips against his. He pulls away after a second kiss and whispers

“Could you kiss me with the smoke in your mouth?” You can see the contact high starting to hit him, red haze in his lidded eyes. You scan his face determined to memorize every inch of it in its current dazed expression. You nod your head giving him a quick peck to his lips before beginning to take another hit. Holding it in you lean forward and capture his lips in a deep kiss. Pushing smoke into his mouth between the fight of your tongues. You feel his hands find their way to your hips, giving them a slight squeeze when he finds the perfect spot. You part your lips slightly out of breath and quickly set the joint down in the ashtray in desperate need to find his lips again. He pulls you on top of him now straddling his legs. Your hands reach up and find refuge in his Carmel locks. His hands are gripping deep into your hips when he pushes you down onto his hips beginning to grind yours to his. You pull away panting as you look down and let out a small moan. You can’t miss the way you hear him groan as you start grinding harder against his hard on. You pull away cupping his cheeks as you stare deeply into his brown eyes.

“I want to fuck the shit out of you.” A small grin on your face as the words leave your mouth, but Brett can’t miss the look of desperation in your eyes.

“I wouldn’t want anything more.” He says as he reaches to take your top off. He stares at your newly exposed skin, still warm from the hoodie you just wore. He starts at your left shoulder slowly kissing his way down your collarbones to your right shoulder. Then moving up to place a deep kiss on the pulse point on the side of your neck. A breathy moan slips from your lips as you grip his shoulders. He pulls and captures your lips and he goes to unclasp your bra. You pull down on his shirt, urging him to take it off. After pulling of your bra he reaches down and pulls of his shirt. You almost start drooling while staring down as his juicy pecs and toned abs. You start kissing and leaving hickies across his chest. Your hands make their way down to his sweatpants pulling down the waste band and feeling that he has no boxers on. You looked down eyes wide and mouth dropped. Maybe the high was kicking in because you feel sober people don’t get this shocked when they see their boyfriend not wearing underwear under his grey sweatpants. It’s kinda expected. None the less he notices your expression and let’s out a chuckle.

“Sweatpants just feel most comfy this way.” He leans forward starting to kiss you again while tugging at your pajama pants. You pull back standing up and pulling down your pants and underwear in one clean sweep. Stepping out of your pants you quickly fall to your knees and start pulling down his sweats. He lifts his lap allowing you to strip him of his pants as you begin to kiss his shaft. You leave a kiss with a small lick to his tip that makes a small hiss leave his lips. bars.

You lick a long strip up his shaft before beginning to hollow your cheeks and suck him off. You would like to say you had some patience but when it comes to sucking his cock you are anything but patient. You push yourself as far down on his cock as you could bobbing your head fast and sucking hard. You feel his hips buck as you suck particularly hard near his tip. You then see him shiver and let out a whimper as you pull his cock and start sucking a vein on the underside of his shaft. Going back to give his tip more attention you begin to bobbing your head up and down again. He couldn’t help himself and held your head down on his cock when you neared his base. A loud groan leaving his mouth as he bucks further into your mouth. You glance up at his face and see his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched shut. After a minute he pulled you off his cock and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. He lifts you off your knees from in front of him and pulls you into his lap again.

“I’m sorry babe I can’t wait any longer.” You respond with only a moan as you feel him drag his cock through your folds and slowly circle your wet hole. “You alright?” You can only nod and he takes it as encouraging and starts pushing in. You feel the drag of his vein against your walls, it makes you toes curl in pleasure. Your hands dig into his shoulders and you press your face into the side of his neck, a whimper escaping you as he bottoms out. “Oh fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me.” Brett knew just the right words to get you going. Before he could even say anything else you began to bounce on his lap. His hands find your hips fast and grasp tightly as a moan breaks from his throat. A shocked filled moan might I add. He guides you up and down his cock, staying a nice steady pace, hard and deep. You bounce and bounce till you feel your legs beginning to burn. You let out a whine and fall down onto his lap with tears burning in your eyes.

“Brett, my legs hurt. Please fuck me.” You hold onto the sides of his face looking deep in his eyes.

Kissing the underneath of your jaw he begins to thrust up into you. “I got you baby. You did so well. Such a pretty girl, my beautiful girl.” His thrusts are hitting deeper than before, you feel a pressure building in your stomach. It feels like a fire is burning your skin from the blush that has taken over your body. Brett’s praise mixed with the way his cock drives you crazy is making you go feral. You begin to suck hickies into his neck as you run your hands through his hair. Your beginning to over stimulate him causing sinfully loud moans to come out of him. Gripping onto your hips with a bruising strength he begins to babble out incoherent words.

“Baby- fuck holy shit. You feel- oh fuck- so fucking good. I’m gonna cum soon.” You pull away from his neck to look at his beautifully blissed out face and kiss him hard.

Pulling away you tell him “Cum inside me.” That sentence alone was enough to throw Brett right over the edge. With his hips stuttering you feel hot ropes of cum seeping into your walls as a loud moan comes out of him. You continue to grind into him to fuck him through his high. He then suddenly pulls you off of him and throws you down on the couch quickly getting between your thighs. Before you knew it his face was buried in your cunt eating you out like a man starved. His tongue went deep into your hole sucking his and your cum from your cunt as he then started to give your clit the attention it deserved. Circling your clit with his tongue he inserted his middle and ring finger into you hitting your g spot with every thrust he gave. Your head rolled back as the pleasure built up in your stomach, it felt like a million butterflies flying around your stomach. The heat on your chest begins to build as your hands dig and pull at Brett’s hair, the overstimulation taking over. One particularly hard thrusts of his fingers sent you hurling over the edge as you screamed out his name as you came all over his mouth and fingers. Shaking he rode you through your high and pulled out his fingers placing them in your mouth to lick them clean. You immediately complied and you could see his cock twitch when your tongue wrapped around his fingers. Once you were done and let his fingers go with a pop he gave you a deep passionate sloppy kiss. Spit and cum mixing in both of your mouths.

Pulling away he spoke up “This is a lot better than drinks.” You couldn’t help hit giggle and sit up giving him another kiss. Just as you pulled away you heard the doorbell ring. Your food must be here. “Talk about perfect timing.” Brett quickly stood up and put his sweatpants back on running to the door to grab the food. You hysterically laughed at his enthusiasm and simultaneously fell in love with him all over again.