#brett hand x male reader

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(artist is @/idonotexist_222 on twitter)

[prettybrownelf]

Hi I hope your still taking requests for Brett hand? Could you do a male reader? Where reader is really awkward and new to the team. And Brett starts having a straight guy crisis when he starts falling for reader?

Lunch Date

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

a/n- so sorry this took so long life has been hectic

Pairings - Brett Hand x Male! Reader

Summary- Brett falls for the new guy at work, despite never liking a guy before

Word Count- 1006

Content Warnings- Anxiety, Fluff, Brett Is A Mess

Brett can hear his heart beating in his ears. He rubs the sweat forming on his palms onto his black slacks. The pattern ding! from the clock sends a shock through his body as he tries to keep his eyes on Reagan. 

But there was you. 

Standing next to Reagan. 

He watched as you swayed a bit in your chair, messing with a string on the end of your coat to calm your own nerves. Brett couldn't tear his eyes away from you. It made his head hurt. Not because you're attractive, that's obvious to him, but because you're a guy. 

Never once had Brett questioned his sexuality. But here he was, trembling in his chair with a beat red face over a cute guy. 

“Brett?” Reagan says. Bretts nearly jumps out of his seat as he looks at her. She lazily points to you, next to her. “Show’em around, please.” Brett nods as he quickly stands up and leads you out of the room. There isn't enough air in the building for Brett right now as he tries to act as normal as possible. 

“What's your name?” Brett asks. He tries to ignore how his voice cracks. You, however, don't seem to be as nervous anymore as you look around. “(Y/n).” Brett takes a deep breath in as he turns a corner. “Here's the lab. Reagan is normally here. She also doesn't like when people touch things.” Bretts eyes stay on you as he watches you nod along with him. 

Crushing anxiety fills Bretts chest as the two of you walk around the building. “So, what are you into outside of work?” Brett asks. His hands tremble by the side of him as he tries not to stare too hard. You give a small shrug as you talk. “I either sleep or play video games. Mostly sleep and work.” 

Brett curses to himself as he tries to keep his voice from trembling. “What kind of games?” Brett almost gags at his stupid ‘cool guy’ voice. His cheeks flare as he hears a small chuckle come from you. “Honestly? Anything that slightly peaks my interest.” Brett gives a shaky smile. A sinking feeling makes its way into Bretts chest. 

He quickly looks away once he realizes he's been staring. The rest of the tour is spent with Brett desperately trying to make sure you don't know how nervous he is. He doubts it works. 

By the end of the day Brett feels like he's been hit by a bus. His head is spinning and he's getting a migraine. 

“You good?” Reagan asks. She has a slightly worried look on her face as she catches Brett before he leaves. Brett gives the best smile he could. “Yeah! Just tired.” Reagan gives a slow nod as she looks Brett up and down. “Uh-huh.” She mumbles. 

Brett stands in silence as Reagan sighs. “Ok. What's wrong?” Before Brett can say anything, Reagan interrupts. “I don't care. Just tell me so I can go home and we can deal with it tomorrow.” Brett thinks for a moment as he stares at her. He shifts his weight from foot to foot before he mutters out his words. “I think the new guys cute.” 

Reagan’s  shoulders drop as she gives a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I thought you fucked something up!” Brett feels the air trapped in his chest escape in his own sigh as he opens his car door. “No, I didn't break anything. You always think I broke something.” Reagan sips her coffee as she pats Brett’s shoulder on the way to her own car. “Don't be so weird about it! Everyone has workplace crushes.”

Brett sits in his car for a moment as he thinks to himself. Workplace crushes are normal, he has no reason to be worried! But what if you're not into that? What if he's just confused? Wouldn't he have liked a guy before if he was into guys? 

The spinning thoughts become too much for him as he finally pulls into his driveway. Brett can feel his body wanting to crash in of itself as he throws himself on his couch and groans into his cushions. 

As the world spins around him, the familiar buzzing of his phone forces him out of his whirling thoughts. 

            ‘hey, it's (y/n)’’

Brett looks at the message for a few seconds before typing with shaky fingers. 

            ‘Hey!’

He feels himself cringe in on himself as he rethinks everything he's ever done in his life up until this moment. The thoughts can't last for long though as another buzz comes quickly. 

            ‘wanna get lunch tomorrow?’

Brett types faster than he ever has in his life

            ‘Absolutely!’

As Brett texts (Y/n) about getting lunch, he can't help the twisting feeling in his stomach that gets worse with every message. Brett takes a long deep breath once he and (y/n) end the conversation. It's fine, it's just lunch with a co-worker! Don't think so deeply about it! 

Despite his best efforts, his anxiety doesn't subside that night, or the following day as he walks to a local restaurant to meet (Y/n).

Brett adjusts his collar as he walks into the building and is immediately greeted by a smiling face. 

“Hey!” You smile as the two of you get a table. Brett feels his hands getting sweaty as the two of you order. 

“So, why did you want to get lunch?” Brett asks, taking a nervous sip of his water. (Y/n) chuckles softly as a bit of heat travels to his cheeks. “Honestly, I thought you were cute. I wanted to get to know you.” 

Brett almost chokes on his water as he quickly looks at you. His voice shakes slightly as he tries his best to play cool. “You think I'm cute?” 

(Y/n) laughs with a nod. “Yes, I think you're very cute.” Brett smiles as their food arrives at the table. Brett picks up a fork as he looks back to (Y/n). 

“Well, let's get to know each other then.” 

[urdadisgae]

Brett hand is my current obsession so here is my hcs for dating him because I’m inlove with a 2D character again.

- pet names

- drives you to work but won’t tell you where you live because it takes extra long to come and get you

- gets you coffee in the morning

- first time you get him coffee he cries and hugs you for a total of 3 minutes

- you pat his head and he brightens

- physical touch is love language obvi

- lots of couch dates where you just cuddle and watch movies together

- he tries and fails to hide tears when you cook for him

- lots of random detailed love messages

- the Brett gang is tired of hearing about you

- he sneaks away from the office to see you

NSFW THINGS FROM HERE ON please leave if you don’t want to read that :)

- he is sub top methinks

- very handsy and he loves missionary with you

- Lots of neck kissing and a healthy amount of begging

- he’s a screamer

- he nervously asks you to be rough when you ride him

- likes to be told what to do

- aftercare is insane because he loves to give it but looks like he will die when he gets it

- you always end up big spoon and he always wants to talk but ends up being cut off by sleep

- he loses his mind with the morning handjobs you give

- you fuck at work. He’ll sneak to your department and then things get hot and heavy in a supplies closet

- you tried sex is his office but got walked in by raegan who just seemed annoyed and tired

- you did also get asked to leave the parking lot by Cognito one time because you were fucking in his car

(there were no real punishments because it’s cognito inc for fucks sake. JR has so many bad sex mishaps that Gigi now gets bonus commission pay from JR specifically on top of hourly pay just for all the times she covers up all the shit he has pulled)

[percybeloved]

Hey guys! Long time, no see. I'm active on here again and willing to take requests for a small price of any of these listed below.

500-1000 Words - $1.50

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No Minors, No TENTACLES, No scat, piss, vomit, any bodily fluids minus spit, cum and blood, loli, shota, rape, pet play, furries,

Yes to OC'S, any non illegal ship, and anything appropriate according to the rules! Any and every fandom is welcome.

[hellodeez]

I have a lot of requests but I want some from New characters I added 😢

[froggy-frogz]

The "gang" as Brent likes to call them, reacting to the reader being trans? Ftm, because on their first day everybody was misgendering them even though they said they were a guy.

If you don't want to do it, that's a-okay with me <3 I'm also so glad you're happy about your new job, I bet you'll do great once there are kids <33

A/N: AHHH thank you!! And I love writing trans masc readers so ofc I will do this. Thank you for requesting sm, I really enjoy writing your requests, they're always nice to see in my inbox.

The Gang x Trans Guy!Reader

TW: Misgendering, slight transphobia

I don't think that Cognito, Inc would tolerate any sort of hate toward anyone based on who they are or etc, but it's going to happen, so obviously there'd be some sort of issue.

Reagan

Oh boy, the second she figures or you tell her that you're trans, and that you were getting misgendered, she gets extremely upset.

I feel that Reagan is on the trans spectrum, [my own hc being that she uses she/they and would consider herself nonbinary] so she understands a bit what's going on.

She doesn't allow any sort of transphobia at Cognito, Inc, so she'll have you tell her who said something to you.

If it's a lot of people, even if they aren't doing it on purpose, she'll either take it up to JR or take it upon herself to make pins or lanyards with everyone's name and pronouns.

She's very pushy about this. She's not going to allow anyone to further misgender you, on purpose or not.

If she does find anyone doing it on purpose, they're either going to get fired or yelled at. Or both.

Brett

Brett's going to be one of those people who when he meets you, and you tell him that you're trans, he's going to be like, "Oh really, I thought you were like, a cis guy."

Brett grew up in what I think is a very religious, conservative family, but living in DC, it's very hard to not run into queer or trans people, so he's going to learn a lot very quickly.

He's like Reagan where he will not allow anyone to misgender you.

As you two get closer, he might ask you some questions, to understand better what it does mean to be trans, but he's just curious and wants to help.

Glenn

Uh, he might be one of the people misgendering you.

He would be one of the people to say that "In my time-" 

There may or may not have to be an intervention.

I feel like even though he's a dick if he's explained things and is sat down and talked to, he'll understand more.

Also, he might get threatened to be fired so that helps.

He might misgender you here and there, but he will try.

Gigi

She upon meeting you might misgender you once, but after you correct her, never again.

She's like Reagan where she won't let anyone misgender you.

She's literally the #1 ally over here.

If you have issues with anyone or anything you go to her and she fixes it within minutes. No one messes with you. Or her.

 Andre

Bro, he's high as shit when you first meet so he might or might not misgender you. He apologizes profusely though, and he does mean it, the dude feels bad.

When he gets closer to you, he will help you transition.

The dude would literally make you your HRT.

If you come to him saying that you're getting misgendered by someone else, he might not be the best at confrontation, but he will have the rest of the gang help him out.

Myc

He's literally a talking mushroom.

When you come out to him when you first meet, he's like "Cool".

I don't think talking mushrooms necessarily have a concept of gender, so he rolls with it.

But since he lives around humans, he has some concepts and after talking to him about it, he understands a lot more.

If he finds out that anyone is misgendering you, he's not going to be very nice. He will retaliate, and what is that person going to do? Nothing. Myc's not going to get fired for giving it to someone, he's like, [to our knowledge] the only mushroom there.

[zaceouiswriting]

Overprotective Brothers

Characters: Brett Talbot (mentioned) x male reader, male reader and his brothers

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

The house was quiet, except for the usual noises of the people living there. One was in the designated gym at the back of the house, one was lounging in the living room eating a protein bar, the third was in the kitchen secretly trying to eat most of the previous day's leftovers, the fourth was in a bathroom, showering and the fifth was in his room trying to concentrate on his school work.

But all harmony was shattered when the front door was thrown open, flying into the wall and shaking the entire house. The first person to look into the hallway leading to the front door were the one in the kitchen and the one lounging in the living room, both craning their heads to see what happened.

Their alarm bells went off when they saw their little brother come in. The shower went off, and another young man rushed toward the front wearing nothing but a towel, ready to fight. The fourth young man ran shortly behind him, drenched in sweat. Only the fifth one hasn't moved. He was still trying to finish his work.

All four watched as their little brother stomped upstairs, where they heard him slam his bedroom door. This also caused the fifth to finally walk downstairs to face his four brothers, confusion engraved on his sharp facial features.

“He didn’t close the door,” Roland, who was relaxing in the living room, was the first to speak.

All four others looked at the door and nodded that he was right. And that it was extraordinary as the youngest has been very strict with safety since a break in two years prior.

“He looked upset,” Markus, still chewing on his stolen food, told the others, concern written on his face.

Another silence fell over them as all five looked at each other. All nodded again, having seen it too.

“I saw tears in his eyes,” said Leon, the one in the towel, as he ran a hand through his medium-length, wet hair.

This was the first time not everyone nodded, as most hadn't seen them because they were focused on other things.

“He had his fists clenched, and there was a bit of blood on his collar,” said Chris, the fourth, still drenched in sweat.

Another time, no one said anything, growing more worried by the second as they all knew how gentle and kind their little brother had always been. No one could truly believe that he would do something that could harm another person.

When Jakob felt their expectant gaze, he could hardly meet their eyes.

"He didn't greet me," he said in a fearful tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

The other four looked at him in shock, wondering if that was the only thing he cared about. They knew he was a bit of an idiot, but this?

“And he brought mud into the house.”

Confused, all the other four looked at the ground but couldn't see anything, but when the fifth pointed to the stairs their little brother had stomped up, they saw the steps were covered in fresh mud.

“At least you have more on your head than expected,” Roland and Leon said simultaneously, already used to Jakob’s idiocy. But contrary to expectations, Jacob was not angry. The opposite was clearly visible on his face: he was thrilled.

“Do you guys mean it?” he asked with sparkling eyes. He believed his hopes that the hours of staring at his books had finally helped as he always felt inferior, especially to their youngest brother.

All four others looked at each other just before they shook their heads. They walked past him, patting him on the chest, shoulders, and back with deep empathy. Jacob couldn't understand why they did this, but he still believed they were proud of him for becoming smarter. He bathed in the love of his brothers.

He bathed in it for so long that his brothers were already upstairs and stood in front of their youngest brother's door, knocking on it relentlessly.

When Jacob realized this, he quickly jumped up the stairs, threw himself in front of the door, and looked at his brothers disapprovingly.

“That’s enough!" His voice boomed through the narrow hallways of their home. "He's already emotionally exhausted. Pressuring him to tell you what happened will only make things worse!”

All the other four looked at Jacob like he was growing a second head, confused as to why he was reacting so violently.

Just a moment later, as the emotions within all five of them grew more and more intense, the door they were all standing in front of suddenly opened. Two arms reached out from it and wrapped themselves around Jacob's trained body. Tears soaked his shirt as his little brother cried sorrowfully into him. Jakob turned around carefully without breaking contact with his little brother. All of the other four stared at him with increasing confusion.

“Come on, let’s get in and sit down, okay? You must be tired."

No one thought their little brother would say anything, but to their shock, he agreed in a weak voice. Immediately afterward, Jacob lifted him into the air and carried him to the bed. Almost as if he had done so hundreds of times.

They lingered in the hallway, unsure if they should follow, but ultimately decided to enter their youngest brother's bedroom. They were shocked by their fifth brother's sudden change; he had never been so considerate.

They all found themselves sitting around Jakob and their little brother sitting on his lap, crying his eyes out, sputtering words nobody except for Jakob could understand.

“Brett did this to you? I swear-" The younger man desperately tried to calm Jacob down. And it worked quickly. "Yeah, okay. I promise we won't do anything that could get us into big trouble." Suddenly, the younger brother slapped him on the arm. "Okay," Jakob said, laughing, "We're not doing anything!"

The four other brothers could do nothing but look at the pair in confusion. Jacob felt their eyes on him, so he finally turned to his other brothers. In an almost dismissive tone, he asked, “What?”

“What did Brett do?” all four asked simultaneously.

“Oh, he fought with Liam again. And our little one here tried to get some distance between the two, but Brett attacked him. He didn't fight back because he was his boyfriend. But Brett didn't apologize. And on the way home, he was attacked by some hunters. The blood is theirs.”

The four others looked at each other and were even more confused, but Markus asked anyway: "And you got this from incomprehensible words?"

“You didn't?” Jacob knew then he could do something the others didn’t, and he loved it. “We have a special bond since our little one helps me with everything, and I train him. We are together almost all day.”

Jealousy was clearly visible on everyone else's faces, and before Jacob knew it, they were all jumping on him and their little one. He could barely protect their little brother with his arms and hardly put any distance between him and their four other brothers.

“Are all quintuplets as annoying as you?” asked the youngest of the six siblings, annoyed, barely able to speak through his tears.

“We just love you!” the five said to him in unison.

They cuddle and tickle their youngest, and soon, laughter fills his once-depressing bedroom. Despite losing their parents a long time ago, their family has never fallen apart, and it's all because of their youngest, as the five knew they had to protect him and because he is the last Alpha of their family.

When evening came, and the youngest was sound asleep, the quintuplets, all dressed in camouflage clothing, stood at the front door. They were ready to hunt down their little one's ex-boyfriend for hurting him.

As Markus reached for the front door handle, a sharp voice cut through the air, causing him to freeze like his identical brothers.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked the youngest from the bottom of the stairs.

An eerie silence fell over the five's previously gloomy but happy mood. Everyone looked back and saw their little brothers' red Alpha eyes. Quickly, they looked at each other fearfully. They knew they couldn't get out of this without getting a good scolding from him. Markus opened the door wide and fled so fast he knew their little one couldn't get after him, and most of his identical brothers did the same, except for Jacob. He wasn't quick enough to run out, as he had been staring at their little brother for too long to catch him before he could reach the door. The youngest brother slammed the door and locked it, his eyes looking deep into his older brother's blue glowing Beta ones. Jacob swallowed loudly and fell to his knees, ready to tell his brother anything he wanted to hear.

[Masterlist]

[insidethejob]

How are you today? Sorry if it's been a bit of a bad day, though I do hope this community can make you feel a bit better! Yo if you still take requests and are free/in the mood to write, can you consider mine? Please consider prompt 17 with Yandere!Brett x Gender!Neutral!Reader If you do go through with this then I thank you for your time.

Oh? This might be a little wonky and I apologize, I need to get back in the zone.

Prompt 17: “Please don’t scream. I don’t want anyone thinking I’ve done something terrible to you.”

You looked at the male, wide-eyed. He was rambling about something, but you were tied up with tape covering your mouth. Tears were streaming down in your face, confusion showing in your eyes.

"I didn't want to kidnap you..." He stops, messing with his hands, "It wasn't supposed to be like this," He turns towards you, before kneeling and reaching for the tape. "Please don't scream. I don't want anyone thinking I've done something terrible to you."

He rips it off and you hold back the scream as a glare of red stains your face where the tape once was.

"I hate you."

He sighs, looking away from you, "I know. But," He looks directly into your eyes, full of emotion, "You'll learn to love me."

"You're insane."

He laughs, caressing your face. "Love does that to you, doesn't it?"

"No! God, if I weren't tied up-"

"You'd kill me?" He smirks as your eyes widen, "Yeah, wouldn't it be bad if the police found out about your dead body under your house?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," You look away, "It was an accident."

"Was it?" He rubs your bare thigh, but you don't respond. "If you stay here, no one will ever find out."

"Can you at least loosen the ropes?" You ask, batting your eyes.

He laughs, shaking his head, "Yeah, no. I know everything about you and because of that, I know you're really good at getting out of ropes."

"So what, you stalked me."

"Stalk is a crazy word to use." He shakes his head, trying to defend himself, "I just... you know watched."

"Uhuh. You know, if you weren't hot you probably would of gotten hot."

"You think I'm hot?" His face errupts in a bright red.

"You're kidding me right? Fishing for compliments."

He lays his head on your lap, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

"So what now?"

He looks up at you, "Honestly... I hadn't thought that far."

[kupwrites]

Desperation

Brett Talbot x Male!Reader

TW: Bottom Brett, Top Reader, thigh grinding, begging, unprotected sex, use of pet names, and praising

Brett had been wanting Y/N forever, or at least it felt like forever.

Brett had been wanting Y/N forever, or at least it felt like forever.

The said male was just so fucking attractive and Brett wanted nothing more than to kiss and lick all over his body. Brett wanted fuck him everywhere and any position possible.

Brett wanted this so badly he was surprised that when he finally got the chance, it was Y/N who took charge.

But Brett was desperate for Y/N’s touch that he didn’t even care.

“Come on baby boy,” Y/N with a teasing tone. “You can do better than that.”

He worked Brett opened with his fingers as Brett ground down against his thigh and fingers, whining.

“More please,” Brett begged, holding tightly onto Y/N’s biceps.

“Say it like you mean it,” Y/N said, kissing up and down Brett’s neck.

Brett moaned as Y/N gently twisted his nipple. He was naked while Y/N was still fully clothed.

“Y/N, please,” Brett voice was breathy with lust. “Please, I need more.”

“So close, but you have to be specific,” Y/N had also wanted this for a while. “What exactly do you want?”

Y/N licked the shell of Brett’s ear and then lightly nipped at his earlobe.

“Ah! Please just fuck me already,” Brett exclaimed.

Y/N quickly switched their position, Brett on his back and Y/N looming above him.

Y/N took his shirt off and threw it to the side, Brett reached up to rub his over Y/N’s torso. Y/N allowed Brett to do so as he started unbuttoning his pants, he quickly discarded those and his boxers.

Y/N leaned down and caged Brett’s head with his arms.

“Who knew Brett Talbot, famous fuck boy, could be so fucking desperate,” Y/N spoke directly into Brett’s ear. “It’s adorable.”

Y/N ground their cocks together causing Brett to moan before he could respond.

Brett tangled his hands in Y/N’s hair and tugged lightly, “Please just hurry up!”

Y/N chuckled, “Okay, baby.”

He used one hand to line himself up with Brett’s entrance as he slowly slid inside.

Both boys moaned in pleasure at the feeling.

Y/N moved slowly to make sure he didn’t hurt Brett, though it was clear that Brett was deep in pleasure.

Once Y/N bottomed out he paused his movements. Y/N gripped Brett’s hip and waited for him to adjust.

“You’re so perfect, doll,” Y/N muttered against Brett’s neck, licking at it.

Brett tugged at Y/N’s hair again, “God, just move already!”

“Sure thing,” Y/N smirked.

He, almost completely pulled out and then slammed back in, moaning.

Brett let out a shout of pleasure.

Y/N fucked Brett at a brutal pace that had him curling his toes and arching his back.

“Fuck- more, please,” Brett continually begged.

Y/N was happy to comply, absorbed in the feeling of Brett’s tight walls clenching around his cock.

It didn’t take long for Brett to feel a climax approaching.

“So close,” He whined. “Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of, baby boy,” Y/N responded, he could also feel his climax coming near. “Holy fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”

Brett’s cock twitched at Y/N’s words.

A couple more thrusts, hitting Brett’s prostate dead on and he was coming, hard. He was covering their chests in white ropes.

Y/N was quick to finish moments later, shooting his load into Brett’s ass.

Brett hummed at the feeling.

“You’re so good for me,” Y/N said, softly,

Brett smiled up at Y/N, who smiled back.

“Please tell me this will happen again?” Brett asked.

Y/N laughed and pecked Brett’s lips, “Obviously.”

Y/N then collapsed on top of Brett, nosing against Brett’s neck.

“Good,” Brett said, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s shoulder.

“Maybe then you’ll get to fuck me,” Y/N added.

Brett grinned, “Oh I’d love to.”

Both boys laughed this time.

[lindisworld]

Close || Matt Murdock x Reader

summary: Soulmate Au! In which [Name] has Daredevil as a soulmate and Matt unwillingly wants [Name] in his life. However Fate does its job and always brings them together.

Chapter six.

After Brett took care of Frank, who was passed out in the cemetery, and briefly put Matt in handcuffs. Matt’s only priority was getting to [Name]. It had taken awhile for Brett to let Matt go, almost convinced he was helping the Punisher.

Matt soon rushed towards the direction of [Name]’s coffee shop faster than he had ever before, his thoughts scrambled, he couldn’t focus on anything or anyone no matter how hard he tried. He had let his emotions overtake him causing his senses to become overstimulating. The whole city on blast, why is Hell’s kitchen bustling this time of night?

Time felt like an eternity, each second stretching out into an infinity of its own. Everything around him seemed to move in slow motion, as if the world was operating on a different frequency than he was. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath ragged and labored as he pushed his way through the crowded street. In the moment, nothing mattered, not even when his legs were screaming at him to stop and rest. He just needed to be there with her. He needs her to be safe.

Matt didn’t understand the depth of the soul tie, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Was life this cruel to give him a soulmate after all he’s been through? Matt’s been over exerting himself for the past few days in hopes he wouldn’t have to think about it.

What felt like forever ago, he reached the coffee shop. He tilted his head slightly, attempting to focus on anything that might be out of the ordinary. He heard a couple of voices that led him to the back of the building, Matt distinguished two heartbeats but none that belonged to [Name].

“The girl isn’t here. She might’ve went home.”

“Notify Finn. Let him know we’re on the way to her apartment.”

“We’re gonna have fun with her.”

Before the guy could call and do anything further, Matt came from behind. “You aren’t going anywhere near her,” he spoke in that deep raspy voice. His hand clenching around his baton, throwing it at the guy’s temple that knocked him out instantly.

“The devil protecting a dumb girl. Stupid choices lead to bad consequences.” The guy snapped at him, drawing out his gun, aiming the weapon at Matt. “I suggest you leave me alone before you die right here.”

Matt shook his head in a dismissive manner and let out a laugh, “Oh. I’m not dying today, but I know you are.” He responded, clarity in his voice that hinted at more than just confidence. Matt knew that second when the man pulled the trigger, immediately getting into a close range, disarming the man within seconds. Matt's movements were a dance of controlled grace, each action calculated yet fluid.

“Son of a bitch.” The man spat out, “i’m gonna kill you, asshole!” He threatened, he leaned forward and aims a punch towards Matt’s face, but Matt’s quick reflexes allowed him to block the shot. Matt returned the attack and punched the male on the cheek.

The air crackled with tension between them, one man wanted to shed blood but the other wanted to get to his soulmate. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and the low hum of distant traffic. Matt stood his ground, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared down his assailant.

“C’mon man, I’m just trying to get to my lady. I wanna have fun with [Name].” The man casually spoke, a shit eating grin appearing on his face. Only if Matt was able to see, he might’ve broken his moral code of the no deaths while Daredevil. Yet the tone of the guy was enough to send Matt over the top.

“Didn’t your mom teach you not to play with the Devil.” Matt said before closing the distance, his hands that turned to fists colliding with the guy’s face. His knuckles turning white with the force of his emotions. As the fight unfolded, it was evident that Matt's actions were not merely fueled by anger, but also by a sense of protective instinct, a primal urge to shield against the threats about [Name].

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Yet meanwhile, [Name] laid uncomfortably in her own bed, her blanket wrapped around her body like a cocoon. Her blanket covering her entire face except for her nose so she can breathe. [Name] felt the stress of knowing who’s behind all the murders that’s been happening throughout Hell’s Kitchen, it definitely made her an accomplice, even if she didn’t partake in it, she still knows about. Now if anyone were to find out, she’d be in deep shit. A part of her denied it because why would a random man who’s named Frank be the Punisher?

She believed they were friends so why would a friend of hers be a murderer? Was she out of her mind for not being scared of him? She honestly thought she should seek some help because a normal person wouldn’t be reacting how she did when Frank admitted it. A rational human would have immediately went to the police and reported it.

[Name] tosses and turns around the bed, her mind clouded. It’s like she couldn’t find a proper position to fall asleep in. Maybe it’s her guilty conscience telling her to do something about the matter. She groaned loudly in frustration, she should’ve banned Frank when he first didn’t pay a coffee, although she did tell him it was on the house. Since then, she refused any money from him, so it definitely was her fault. It’s not like she knew.

All these scenarios going through her head, but there’s no way she can go back in time to fix it. However, if she became friends with the Avengers or more specifically, Tony Stark. She might have a chance to create a time traveling machine, but hey, that’s a long shot. There’s no hurting anyone if she sent a quick dm to Tony on Instagram about her idea.

“No, I can’t do that. Things happen for a reason.” [Name] spoke to no one in particular.

[Name] unraveled herself from her blanket, sitting up with a scowl on her face. She rubs her face harshly, a tired yawn escaping her. She swings her legs to the edge of the bed and began walking towards her kitchen. She rummages through her cabinet and grabs any bowl that was there, reaching over the table to pick up the cereal box.

After setting her bowl of cereal onto the table, she heard a knock from her front door. It was 2 am, who would be knocking this time of night?

[Name] tiptoed where the knives were placed on counter, she reached out and selected the sharpest blade, feeling its chilling edge against her trembling fingers. A sense of dread washed over her as the knocking at the door grew more forceful, sending shivers down her spine.

As she approaches the door closer, she could hear their heavy breath as they muttered something that sounded like her name. [Name] knew deep down that she was incapable of inflicting harm upon another, let alone taking a life. This was her karma for not going to the police about Frank, she thought. Now she got some random person knocking on her door.

“[Name], I know you’re in there.” Wait, the voice sounded a bit too familiar.

“Matt?” [Name]’s voice wavered out of fear.

“No, it’s Daredevil. I need you to open the door. It’s urgent.”

[Name] quickly scurried to the door, knife still in her hand. Even if she knew it was him, she couldn’t take the chance of letting her guard down. She unlocks the doorknob, opening up the door slightly ajar so she could get a clear view of Daredevil.

“I could’ve swore you sounded like an acquaintance of mine,” [Name] laughs nervously, allowing Daredevil to walk in. The voice sounded way too close like Matt’s. However, the idea quickly went down the drain since she’s spoken to Matt quite a few times and her tired mind couldn’t recall his voice at the current moment.

“I can tell you, I’m the one and only, sweetheart.” The stupid smirk of his appeared on his face as he walked through the door as he stood close to [Name]. “There’s no one like me.” Matt cockily added.

“Don’t you think it’s too late to be visiting and for you to be acting like that?”

Matt simply shrugged, his smirk still plastered on his face. “You’re not going to kill me, right?” He asked, his finger pointing to the direction of the knife in her hand.

[Name] closed the door, making sure to securely lock it. She knew it probably seemed she was going to murder the Daredevil, but considering it was 2 am, she rather lock the door than keep it unlocked. Even though she did have Daredevil in her house and needed any protection, she’d just hate if something were to happen in her apartment. [Name] pays a good amount of money to live here and God forbid, a burglary or other serious crime happens in her own home.

“Can’t be too sure, you know?” You replied as you walked over to the kitchen where you left your now soggy cereal on the table. “Considering you made me leave my cereal and it’s soggy now, I might have to commit a crime.” [Name] sighs and throws away her bowl, already lost her appetite from the sudden scare.

“You’d attempt to kill the vigilante that protects Hell’s Kitchen over a bowl of cereal?”

In a quick second his usual smirk went into a serious straight line. [Name] spoke too quick about her apartment as Matt swiftly grabs her out the way. A bullet going through the window that was in direct sight of her from the outside was shattered within seconds.

A/n: Was not proofread, i’ve been slacking on writing 💔 this goes out to @bullseye-devil

[blatantlackofdecorum]

hiii!!! can you do brett falling in love with a trans male reader from cognito? than youu :333

my time has come boys

Brett Hand x Trans Male S/O!!

- for one, expect him to talk about you ALL the time to the group, he doesn’t even realize he’s falling for you until it’s suddenly full throttle. now you’re definitely not his first guy crush, he traveled that road with Rafe, but it’s one of his most notable ones. (along with quite a few confusing high school crushes)

- he’s incredibly understanding of anyone with different identities already. not to say it doesn’t confuse him a bit at first, but once he gets the grasp of it, expect him to be one of your main supporters in the office.

- if anyone were to misgender you in front of him, he’ll quickly correct them, and try to move on. if it persists? he’ll be sure to try and go over the change in pronouns to them. he’s very stern about this and doesn’t let up. (even with Glenn, which only manages to surprise you)

- when the two of you finally go out for your first date, consider the entire office happy. he’ll still run around with little acts of chivalry, opening your door and getting you flowers. he gets reservations at a fancy restaurant, and it’s the only thing he can think about the entire day before.

- it takes him a little longer to fully introduce you to the team… absolutely not because he’s ashamed of you, he’s just a tad bit worried they’ll scare you off. (mostly myc and glenn)

- reagan met you early on, and gave her stamp of approval way before that. (guys do you wanna hear my genderfluid reagan headcanons) she’s gotten really good at correcting people when they mess up pronouns in a slightly threatening way. they tend to not mess up again.

- prepare brett to shower you in gifts, it’s one of his main love languages (which heavily developed from his parents) definitely surprises you daily, though it varies from being your morning coffee and going to get fitted for suits together.

- if you need help paying for testosterone or surgery? he’d be totally willing to help! you just might need to tell him if he’s ever overstepping (sometimes he genuinely can’t tell) a

- not to mention the pda at work. he’s not at all afraid of showing his s/o off.. he thinks you’re the best thing since the government implemented sliced bread. “have you met my boyfriend yet? he’s so awesome.” he will straight ramble on about you for hours if anyone lets him.

- if you’re dysphoric? he’s the actual best with reassurance. he understands certain circumstances can make it worse, so he’s always gonna be right by your side to help you handle it. for one, if showering is hard on your dysphoria there’s always room for another. staring into the bathroom mirror with him wrapped around you. whispering how perfect you are in his eyes.

- so mushy. makes you a puppet to give you motivational speeches. tiny y/n is your second biggest hype man. he pulls him out whenever you need extra support. he has his own little voice for him and everything. it’s pretty damn realistic and never really fails to make you smile.

- brings home therapy recommendations from his own therapist. just in case you need any extra support, especially while transitioning because he knows he can’t get everything you’re going through.

[maleposting]

trying to replicate the feeling of having brett sleeping on top of me at 3am when i cant sleep (real footage)

[prettybrownelf]

Saw that you want Brett requests! >:) A Male!Reader that's obviously flirting with Brett but he's too oblivious to notice? Go crazy, go wild. Do whatever your heart desires<3

Morning Donuts

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Brett Hand x Male! Reader

Summary- Brett comes in with donuts, feeling accidentally get spilled

Word Count- 482

Content Warnings- None, Fluffy

You hated saying Brett was dumb, because he's not.

He's incredibly smart when he wants to be! Always there for his friends, being able to help people with little to no information about what they're going through. 

But somehow, no matter how many clues you give, he doesn't get the clue that you have a crush on him. 

You've honestly started to lose hope in ever having something with him. 

“Morning (Y/n)!” His happy voice rings in your ears as you look up from your work. “Morning.” You smile, watching him plop down in the seat next to you, opening up a pink box. “I also got donuts!” You have to hold back your laughter as you pick up the adorable cat shaped donuts. “Thanks Brett.” He smiles happily as you take a bite of the donut. 

Bretts hand is suddenly grabbing your chin so you can look at him. That goofy smile he always has lights up his face as he looks down at you. “You got chocolate on your face.” He laughs. Before your hand can move Brett is already taking care of it, running his thumb over the side of your mouth. 

Heat travels up your face and neck as you watch Brett mindlessly wiping his finger with a napkin as he turns back to you. “What's wrong?” He asks. Your mind can't focus on anything as you try to turn back to your work. “Nothings wrong.” Your murmur, desperately trying to get your mind back to normal. “You don't seem fine.” Brett rubs his hands together nervously as he stares at you. “I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything right.” “No Brett, you didn't.” Brett stands up, looking over your shoulder at your writing as he tries to keep himself contained. “Ok, i just wanted to make sure cause i know i've been kinda flirty with you and i didnt know if i was misreading signals-.” Brett continues to ramble as you try to take in what he said. “Brett stop.” Brett immediately shuts up and looks down at you. 

“Brett, did you just say you're flirting with me?” Brett nods as he waits for you to talk. “So this whole time I was just confusing your flirting with your normal nice personality.” Brett seems taken aback. “You thought I was just being nice?” You nod as small bit as you and Brett stare at each other. “So we’ve just been flirting with each other the whole time.” You nod again as you both sit in silence. 

“Does this mean it's ok for me to ask you out?” He asks. You chuckle with a nod as Brett quickly gets back into the seat beside you, grabbing your hands in his own as he takes a deep breath. “(Y/n), will you go on a date with me!” “Yes Brett, I will go on a date with you.”

[samrsgyi]

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

[hellodeez]

Hey everyone I'm a new fanfic writer so heres some stuff about me and what i write etc!!

You can call me Nene or K (they're both nicknames to my actual name btw).

I like drawing, reading, playing video games, and music.

I'm gay and my pronouns are He/Him/They/Them

I write for Gender Neutral, Male and Trans masculine readers! So if you're feminine identifying please do not interact! Also y'know the basics for the dni's and stuff.

these are for the type of stories that i'd be willing to write ♥️= romantic 💫=platonic 💪= maybe some suggestive stuff at most (example: "hey i see you write for Grayson can you do ♥️💪 and the story being...")

Shows and other things i write for:

CoD

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ♥️💫💪(please please PLEASE REQURST FOR HIM I LOVE HIM SMM)

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra ♥️💫💪 (there's not enough of him 😞)

Alejandro Vargas ♥️💫💪

John Price ♥️💫💪

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ♥️💫💪

Simon "Ghost" Riley ♥️💫💪

König ♥️💫💪

Resident Evil

Carlos Oliveira ❤️💫💪 (i love him sm PLEASE request for him 🙏)

Leon S. Kennedy ❤️💫💪 (my babygirl ❤️)

Chris RedField ❤️💫💪

Karl Heisenberg ❤️💫💪

Ethan Winters ❤️💫💪

Detroit Become Human

Hank Anderson ❤️💫💪

Gavin Reed ❤️💫💪

Connor ❤️💫💪

Markus ❤️💫💪

The last of us

Please specify if you want it to be from the show or game!!

Joel Miller ❤️💪💫

Ellie Williams 💫

Dina 💫

Inside Job

Brett Hand ❤️💪💫

Andre ❤️💪💫

Myc ❤️💪💫

Reagen Ridley 💫

Gigi 💫

Spiderverse

Peter B. Parker ❤️💪💫

Spider Noir ❤️💪💫

Miles morales 💫

Peni Parker 💫

Spider Ham 💫

Things I won't write‼️

I WON'T write for female readers!

Angst (sorry it's just hard to write 😞)

Nothing weird (ex. incest, pedophilia etc.)

Things I will write!

Hispanic reader

I'll POSSIBLY write smut, maybe just headcannons though idk

Platonic and romantic relationships

x Masc!reader

And maybe some other stuff idk I'm new 😭

Also please please PLEASE if you're feminine identifying PLEASE DNI! You have NO idea how much ive seen people who are feminine identifying interact with posts not meant for them and it makes me uncomfortable! I hope you understand

[froggy-frogz]

HEY HEY HEYY ITS ME, AGAIN. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME 🤭

anywayssss, I wanted to request Brent x male!reader? Like the reader loves Brent, but is SUPER scared of kissing and making out. I would love for it to be fluff, but it could be whatever you decide, and how would Brent react to the readers top surgery scars?

A/N: I apologize again for not doing requests! I swear I do a handful and then disappear. I've just gotten a new job as a teacher! So yeah, I've been busy and now just getting to my requests.

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You had been dating Brent for a while now, and it had finally been a whole year. He had said something at work about how he was planning something special, which made you a bit nervous.

You two hadn't done anything sexual yet, and you knew your coworkers were very interested in your sex life with him, and you were sure they had asked him multiple times about it. [Mostly Andre and Myc, but that was another conversation. Those two loved to hear about your intimate lives]

You were finally off of work, and you had told Brett to meet you at his car, and as you drew nearer to him, the worried pit in your stomach grew when you saw him.

"You ready?" He hums, opening the door to his car for you, "I have a couple of things planned, but it depends on if you're hungry or not."

Pressing a kiss against his cheek, you slip into his car and close the door, watching him get in next to you, "I'm not super hungry, but I could eat something."

"We can order something then, I'm really excited to show you what I did. I kind of when home during my lunch to get it all ready," He says sheepishly, pulling out of the parking lot, and you can see him looking at the corner of his eye.

You were still worried, but you couldn't help but find it cute that he was so excited.

It was kind of a quiet trip to his house, he made some conversation about work, talking about what he was helping Reagan with something she was building, you were only sort of half listening to him, you were honestly trying not to throw up from the only increasing worry in your stomach.

He led you inside when you had finally gotten to his apartment, and when he took your hand, you tried not to squeeze it too hard, and when he finally unlocked the door, and it swung open, you kinda did a double take.

"Wow."

It was dark, but not enough that you couldn't see, but he had pulled all his blankets and pillows out and placed them all around his couch, not like a fort but honestly, it kinda looked like it.

"You've seemed really stressed lately, and when I had something big planned, I figured that maybe something smaller would be better." He says quietly, wrapping his arms around your front, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"Thank you babe," You say quietly, moving your head to kiss him, "What are we going to do? Watch moives or something?"

"It's up to you, I don't mind, and like I said, we can order dinner if you want, I also got a lot of snacks too." He hums, finally letting go, leading you over to the couch.

It took you both a second to get into a spot that was comfortable on the couch, but once you finally got comfy, you laid your head against him, wrapping an arm around him.

"There's a couple of movies that just came out," He says, reaching for a remote, "I think there's a comedy one on there."

"That one sounds good." You say softly.

When the movie started, his hand slipped to your back, and you could feel tense up for a second.

You weren't sure why you were so scared of Brent touching you, well, in certain areas anyway. Past relationships maybe? But still, he was nothing like them but you couldn't help but to still feel that way. It was silly, sure, but the thought of him seeing you naked made you feel so exposed.

The movie was a nice distraction though, it was funny, but you could still feel your mind race back and forth.

About an hour and a half went by, and the credits rolled. You were a bit more hungry now, so when you pulled up away from Brett, you were about to ask what he wanted to order.

"Are you alright?" Brett beats you to talking first, his gaze soft but you could tell he was worried, "Please, tell me babe, I can't do anything to help you if you don't tell me anything."

You sigh, scratching the back of your head, "It's, it's really silly Brett, it's nothing big."

He frowns, obviously not believing you, "Why did you tense up when I touched you earlier? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?"

"Of course not," You massage your temples, "Brett, you did nothing wrong, it's me I promise."

"Then what's wrong." He says softer, taking your hands from your face so that you look at him.

Well. You couldn't say anything now.

"I'm trans."

"I know babe."

You stare at him, sort of dumbfounded.

"You told me when we first started dating, and I told you that I love you just the same, you're my boyfriend and nothing changes that." He searches your face, "Is that what this is all about?"

"I guess." You say quietly, sort of embarrassed now, "I'm just nervous to do anything intimate. I didn't want you to see me in any weird way. Or thinking my body is gross, I guess."

"You don't have to worry about that." He says, "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"Brett-"

"I'm serious." He says, leaning to kiss you, before pulling away, "Can I do something? I've… I've never seen your chest."

"Uh," You bite your lip, "Yes, you can."

He tugs you onto his lap, his hands at your hips, and you shudder at the touch. The touch isn't doesn't feel weird like you were anticipating, and it sent shivers down your back.

Your shirt comes off, and Brett is starring at you, his hands slowly moving to your chest, his fingers brushing against your scars and you can't breathe, this entire thing seemed unbelievable, you felt so, light right now, the look Brett was giving you wasn't helping.

"You're so handsome," He hums, his fingers still brushing against your scars, "I don't know how I got so lucky."

You were pretty sure you could pass away right there.

What he did next sure didn't help, as you squeaked when you felt his lips brush against your skin, as he peppered his lips against your scars, kissing you gently.

Warmth blossomed against your skin as you turned red, as you watched him.

"Brett, I love you." You say quietly.

He pulls back a bit, smiling at you, "I love you too."

You wrap your arms around his neck, "Thank you for being patient with me, I don't think I'm ready to do anything else beyond this right now, er, clothing-wise, but I'll get there."

"And I can wait." He says, "But I do think I'm ready to order that food now."

You laugh, and swat at him, "You're a dork."