#c: brett

[swcctcrbittcr]

@oflustwritten connection: based off this nsfw gif

it'd been brett's idea for the three to go on a hike together, a little alone time for them in the woods. pretty views, no one around to monitor their conversations, room for anything to happen. if he was honest, it was hard to keep his hands of rae, and he knows dominic felt the same way about it. it was a secluded trail, but brett didn't want to risk anything. "hey, i think there's a nice view over here for us to have a nice break," he nods in a direction off trail for the two.

as soon as rae steps in front of him, his arms are reaching around to grab her, groping her while dominic looks over smugly. "oh? so am i the only one getting a real break then?" he laughs as brett leans down to bite at her neck. "what do you think rae? think dominic should have some fun with us? it's a nice break either way." his hand already reaching down the front of her shirt to palm her tits.

[vicedmuses]

"okay okay fine, you're impressive and have a nice bod. is that what you wanted to hear me say?" he had no trouble complimenting another man. as one of his players, brett should be impressive. that boded well for the team. that also wasn't going to say that his own body was any less impressive. two hot people could be close at the same time. "don't make me sound like some fucking narc. you can do whatever the hell you want, take whatever you want, as long as you're scoring points for the team at the end of the day." that's really all he cared about since it impacted his reputation as a coach. "don't know, back in my days we put everything up for display. a sign of respect for our elders."

"dude, don't sell me short. we both know i'm impressive as hell." all that brett wanted was for the coach to admit it. he had seen the kind of guys that were on the football team, and none of them had the kind of muscles that he did. he was practically a greek god on campus & wanted to be treated as such. "dude, when you're the top dogs like we are, you're always pre-gaming. that's what i spent this whole morning doing—but i probably shouldn't admit that to you since you work for the man." lips curved into a smirk when he finally felt the older man's hands give his biceps an admiring squeeze, tensing against his touch. "i dunno, dude. what else do you want a show with? ask and you shall receive."

[cottonkhaleesi]

It’s off the needles! Much yelling as I tried to take some pictures. Georgina clearly felt it wasn’t orange enough for her tastes 🐈

[fireguardianblog]

The C-Word//The Adventure Of The Dying Detective

Rewatching the magnificent Brett made me reread the Dying Detective and that reminded me of the C-Word situation and I realized how similar they are in some scenes and got all emotional...

[hunterclaringtonswitch]

Thank you. I look back at things and can clearly see an improvement in a lot of aspects of my life since embracing therapy and working on my issues rather than repressing things.

Very well, I think. Getting our new apartment set up is a nice feeling.

The simple fact you're trying to keep on top of your mental health is a good sing, Mister Clarington.

How is your new claim going?

[defunctdrone]

in honour of the alien audiocommentary confirming that everyone's having rampant gay sex in space, behold: I have made... a chart

[swcctcrbittcr]

@jxyride muses: brett fields and talia farve

talia is seated between brett and devin, eager and flushed like she always was. she's in charge of the popcorn, supposed easy access for the couple during the movie. and they mean easy access. she was instructed to wear no panties, no bra, easy for the two of them to fondle talia the way they wanted, to slip fingers inside her mouth, slide them along her slit. whatever they wanted. "you gotta make sure you won't spill that popcorn." brett smirks, looking at his girlfriend as he grabs a handful of popcorn from the bucket seated in talia's lap and pops a few pieces in his mouth. "did you get yourself something sweet babe? i know you always need that." he winks at devin before leaning back in his seat, taking note of the stragglers making their way to their seats in the theater.

[aresonist]

brett hand brain rot is back everypong

[swcctcrbittcr]

brett was used to taking care of spoiled children. it was his job, a hired hand to ensure their protection because their parents pissed off too many people in the world - or exploited them for fame and money. he'd been with parisa for almost a month now, getting used to her smart mouth, her attempts to run away and do what she could to piss him off. usually brett had control over his temper, armor built so high that things easily rolled off as if nothing. except tonight she had been careless, borderline cruel in her taunting of him as he shepherd her back home. maybe he had been harmless flirting with the bartender, so what? parisa made point that he couldn't close - when the truth was it was parisa hindering his position. both because he was on the clock, and because there was something about her he couldn't shake. had all those flashes of skin over the past few weeks really been accidents? falling into him when she was too drunk? harsh words met with teasing laughter? brett couldn't help but think it might be her own game to pull him in.

and then she dared him to try his way with her, and brett never gave up an opportunity to get laid, nor did he ever back down from a challenge. throwing her on the bed, pulling her expensive panties down and discarding them, he took no real care for her pleasure for the moment, his dick already hard as he stripped, slowly pressing into her, looking down with his own signature smirk. "what? finally run out of words to say princess?" he smirks, guiding his tip into her tight walls, groaning as he feels her stretch around him. he's slow at first, wanting her to feel each movement, each inch of his large cock as he pushes into her. "now what were you saying earlier? that you'd be lucky if you could feel me?"

muse: parisa. spoiled, rich bitch. daughter to a high commissioner. pinterest here. plot: here. connections: any & all. current or past flirtation-ship, (step) relative, in law, (childhood) friend, friend’s sibling/parent/partner, high school/college rival, tutor, family friend, father's employee, someone her father specifically sent her to for some kind of classes (etiquette, media training, language, music), bodyguard/driver, someone who k*dnapped her for ransom, etc.

there'd be no surprise to anyone who truly knew parisa in finding out that it was her smart mouth that had gotten her into this position; her lace panties discarded and satin dress bunched up around her hips. she'd been merciless in her taunting and teasing of the other, in her insistence that they wouldn't have it in them to satisfy themselves let alone a woman. it was precisely why she had allowed them to slip between her thighs to begin with, positive it was an event she would laugh off — if she wasn't too busy laughing during the act itself. that was until now, until the thick of the head begins to press into her entrance and wait — had she been foolish in assuming the size? in demeaning them to such a point? had she been an idiot to not inspect the cock before she allowed them to satisfy their needs with the use of body? "holy-...w-wait..." her jaw going slack, eyes widening and watering as, without warning, they begin pushing deeper, begin stretching her walls around the impressive member. it draws the breath from her lungs, sends perfectly manicured nails clutching at the furniture beneath her, leaves her at a loss for words.

[brettdoesdiscourse]

It's so wild to me to see antis on Tiktok saying people who like a certain type of fiction need therapy. Because there was a video on my FYP of a woman talking about how she felt no remorse after torturing a disabled man to death.

And when I tell you that comment section is FILLED with people saying "I like her" and "people are just scared by her honesty" and "slay" and "I feel like I'd be friends with her."

I promise you there are actual people in this world who need help.

[brett-is-afraid]

More people should write c!Schlatt and Quackity as a villain couple. Maybe it's during/after the election. Or maybe Schlatt gets revived and he gets back with Q. Either way, I want more villain!pumpkinduo being evil together.

[hibernationfibres]

Biggest project of this year, and of course the one that was finished a little late- a gorgeous cosy cardigan for my mum! She has been wearing it constantly like a dressing gown in our freezing house!

Yarn: James C Brett Marble Chunky in MC49

Pattern: ‘Ausable’ by Amy Christoffers on Ravelry - I added pockets because my mum always likes them

[savemefrommysolitude]

Improvathon 2024 out of context

[cottonkhaleesi]

Catsitting my godmother’s lovable idiot who has covered absolutely everything I’ve brought in orange fur and is currently being yelled at by at least two birds for being out in the garden. 🐈

Passed another stitch marker, 162 rows to go!! Home stretch babey!

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Could I request a doodle of Brett and Harper shaking hands, if you’re still taking requests? :D

A pleasure to meet you, Detective (squints at business card) Hrett Beroux!

A pleasure as well, Professor... These are just weasel prints.

[swcctcrbittcr]

the new laws allowing free use were exactly the kind of thing brett loved. he was always horny, chatting up pretty women with the hope of taking them into a back alley or the bathroom to show them just how good he could be. and now? well now he didn't even have to do that. some people are still shy about it, hiding away their actions, or blushing when they catch some other couples in the throngs of their lust. but not him. the train is crowded, everyone trying to make it home after a long day, and brett can't take his eyes off her. so as she is pushed closer to him, his hands reach to grab her, pulling her closer, pushing up her skirt. she doesn't fight it and he swears he sees her smirk at the action. good girl. he thinks, fingers curving against her thighs and creeping closer to her core as he presses her against him so she can feel exactly what it is she is doing to him.

[ closed starter for @swcctcrbittcr ]

josie still hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that free use was a widely accepted thing and that she could and would be used whenever wherever she was, but she honestly didn't mind. she'd always been a devilishly horny little thing, craving attention and touching from any and everyone she'd developed a little crush on. so when she felt large warm hands gripping her around her slim waist and pulling her close as they shoved her skirt up, her teeth sank into her lower lip as she let the stranger begin to take advantage of all she had to offer.