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.”
[In the Meeting Room, Myc bored out of his mind. That until he just realises something funny when he sees Reagan giving a text to Y/N while standing]
Myc : HA. I just thought of something fucking hilarious, imagine how the first cuddle session Reagan had with Y/N must've went. If she couldn't even give a proper hug, imagine how awkward it went down when it comes to romantic touchings–OW! Dick!
[Reagan throws a pencil right at him]
Reagan : Oh shut up! it wasn't...
[Reagan eyes widens, remembering the memory before going back squinting her eyes]
Reagan : ...I wasn't that bad–
Gigi : Myc, shut up. It probably ended up quite romantic for them–
Myc : Oh no no–i'm not talking about the results, visualise how she was moving when they first did it...
...
[All of them stop doing their own thing and start thinking about it, except for Reagan who's staring at them as they visualise how Reagan was most likely moving]
[...All of them start having cringey and awkward look on their faces–
Hi! I saw that you’re currently taking Inside Job requests, and I wanted to ask if you’d be open to writing a Reagan Ridley x female reader smut.
The idea I had in mind is that the reader is Reagan’s assistant, and they’re already in a relationship. They’ve been working together nonstop on a stressful project, and once they finally finish it, Reagan decides to reward the reader.
|| Summary; after finishing a project, Reagan takes reader back to her place.
Requests open!
Started; January 5th
Finished; January 14th
Tag List; @queriaumpastelagora @wreathedinantlers @reneeslvt (if you would like to be added, comment and I'll add you! Just make sure your blog is taggable)
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It feels like it's been days since you and Reagan stepped out of her lab. This project had taken up all of her time and as her assistant/girlfriend, it's also taken up all of your time. You and Reagan were knee deep in this together.
At one point, you hadn't even noticed it happening, you had started to doze off. You were in the chair next to Reagan, head propped up by your hand while your other hand held her tools. Your head had just began to slide from your hand and towards the desk, having closed your eyes for the briefest moment, when suddenly Reagan shouted in triumph.
"It's done!" Reagan's shout turned into giggly laughter, the sound jolting you awake. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and set the wrench down.
"It is..?" You murmured, Reagan spun around in her chair so she could face you. An excited grin on her face.
"Fuck yeah it is!" She pauses, seeing how exhausted you look," damn, babe. You good there?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah-" a yawn cut off your very convincing reply. Further proving to Reagan that her suspicion of you not being okay was in fact correct.
"Hey, why don't we go lay down for a bit? Maybe... celebrate a job completed?" The way she winked at you implied what she had truly meant. You blushed deep but nodded. Were you tired? Yes. Were you going to miss this? Absolutely the fuck not.
Reagan took your hand as the two of you left her lab. Soon enough, you were back at her apartment. You'd barely made it in through the door before your lips were attached. Reagan had pulled you close, tugging at your lab coat to get it off while she kissed you.
The fabric fell to the floor with a small thud, followed by the rest of your clothing as you made your way to the bedroom. Leaving a trail of discarded clothes right up to Reagan's bedroom door.
She reached behind her, twisting the knob then kicking the door open. Her arms wrapped around your waist, her lips trailing down your neck. You had tilted your head, giving her easier access.
"Fuck, I need you," Reagan murmured. Tugging you over to the bed where the both of you tumbled onto. Tangled in each other's limbs, hips moving to grind against the others. Chasing that rising feeling of pleasure.
You moved your hand lower, feeling the wetness between her folds. Middle finger toying with her clit in ways that made her moans echo around the walls. As your finger rubbed Reagan's clit, another slipped inside. Pumping slowly at first. Waiting until she begged you to go faster, to which you happily responded.
Her moans reached a higher pitch, her nails digging into your shoulders. Her grip tightening.
"Fuck- fuck- don't you fucking stop," she hissed.
You leaned down until your chest pressed against her own, your lips ghosting her neck in a way that almost taunted her. When she begged again, you let your lips fall to her neck. Marking her in places that would be hard to cover up.
"Shit- I'm-" Reagan's walls tightened around your finger, you knew she was close. You helped her reach her release, keeping your finger deep inside even after she had already came.
"Fuck." Reagan murmured, trying to catch her breath as she smiled at you. She flipped your positions while you let your finger fall out," Your turn."
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."
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
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.”
