#c: brett

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: f/nb muse: brett fields (demon in this verse) inspo: x & x & x

"you know what it means when you call a being like me." brett smirked as he appeared, stepping through her doorway, taking her in. "you must really need something...need to be fulfilled." the look of sheer fear was always enthralling. wide doe eyes, he could smell her desire, he needs already. "so tell me beauty...what can i do for you?"

[javierfogarty]

It really is. And I found the love of my life here.

It really is. We've been to the auction house in town and...it's not a place anyone should have to be in for long.

That's so awesome.

Yeah, Owen told me all about it when they were setting it up. It's so cool of them!

[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...

("I'd feel like I deserved it" paralleled to "Let it be someone in whom I have confidence" aren't too similar but they are two quite hurtful things the sick one says in anger so yeah)

[demonlorddante]

akiraaaaaa

[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 🐈

[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?

[swcctcrbittcr]

@therunxways muse: brett fields inspo: he's a demon and he's here to seduce your muse

the pull of the darkness sucks brett to somewhere new, someone is calling him. he lets it drag him with ease, the dark wall fading to be replaced by a seemingly generic bedroom. this usually happened when someone didn't know what they were doing, disturbed a cursed object, or fucked around with an ouija board. most of the time those calling brett didn't mean it - a name he adopted to seem 'less intimidating' it aided in him winning souls if people didn't know what they were getting into.

"you rang?" brett smirks, finding a wall to lean up against, taking them in. "your wish...might be my command." he teases.

[swcctcrbittcr]

it was easy to infiltrate the church and convent, to convince them that he was a man of god, when really he was the opposite. a demon, living among humans, corrupting them one by one. and what better way than to start with the most holy of them all? he already had juno on his side, and her own quests being fulfilled, so slowly he was turning toward the others.

dawn steps through and he smiles. "yes, i did, come on in." brett gestures to the chair in front of him. "nothing wrong as of now..." he pauses looking at him. "but i've noticed you've had a hard time keeping to our sleeping hours. tell me, what keeps you wandering?"

@swcctcrbittcr

"you...wanted to s-see me, sir?" dawn asked the other, closing the door behind him. it was quiet this time of night. usually it meant everyone was asleep. as of late, dawn had been meandering through the hallways to fight against the fitful sleep they had been having. it felt like a miasma hung over the air inside the church. something felt different or...stronger. maybe that something was always there and dawn was just now realizing it. there were sounds coming from far away, but somewhere inside the church.

hands picked up the heavy gowns of the nun habit. bright eyes gazed forward at the priest, a nervous heat striking across his form the second he was through the door. it felt tense in here. "have i...have i done something wrong, father?"

[perseuspixl]

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[jbjonesxdomme]

Hi! I just wanted to say as, um like, another new person, that I think your Dad did an awesome job and you should totally not listen to the other new person. I'm a big fan of your dad's work, giving me the mark I always wanted.

Um...oh! I forgot to say that I'm Brett, Delilah's big brother. Hi!

Uh...thanks?

Oh! Ok, I'm on board now. Thanks, Brett, this is very nice of you.

@brettbrettisadom

[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.

[og-penningpoppies]

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.

[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!

[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.

[savemefrommysolitude]

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