#brett talbot x you

[realmscupcake]

NEED MORE FICS

I really NEED more Theo x chimera!reader fics, like reader was turned few years after him or something like that (they came with him and doctors to BH) but like they're not as evil as him and don't end up in skinwalkers prison and then Theo is back... (just some loose idea)

AND MORE BRETT X READER, like I f** NEED more fics with him. like they are together in Satomi's pack and their interactions with Scott's pack or something like that (another loose idea) or like whatever the reader can be in scott pack or can be human or whatever ANYTHING

(fluff / angst / hurt/comfort ANYTHING)

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Thrett + !blind theo

Have fun with the idiots

THRETT:

The low growl deepened further as Theo stopped abruptly, planting his paws in the dirt, flexing, digging his claws into it. For ten years, Theo was a weapon, a beast wrapped up in a nice pretty bow that made people’s hairs stand on end and had their guts screaming to run while their first glance made sure that they never moved an inch. A decade. He spent a decade not even bothering to clean the bits of gore from his proverbial skin because it wasn’t fucking worth it. Nose to tail, each muscle coiled tight, the springs that were barely tucked into his broken, misfit toy carcass of a frame about to give way shook. What happened to the ruthless survivor, the person that always came out still standing, that didn’t care? Where did he go? His head swayed side to side, as if pulled in both directions in a tug of war, each change of direction sharper and more violent than the last, until he was practically throwing himself bodily into each one.  “Theo?” His head snapped towards the voice, the rest of his body slamming to a stop, throwing debris forward. The already rigid stance he fell into naturally widened as he brought his head up, hackles fully raised, and stared at the person squatting at the entrance, one hand flat on the floor between his feet. Without hesitation, Theo pulled his lips back and up, well and truly snarling at the werewolf. His guttural sounds kept on as he took a half step forward, his eyes never dropping down from the semi-flared pale gold.

blind!Theo:

A low whine and paw batting at his leg forces Theo’s focus off of the itch and has him kneeling next to her in seconds. It’s their signal, her tell, that she thinks something is wrong, and while she’s right, as usual, it’s not bad. He’s fine. It’s just memories.  “I’m okay,” he promises, his hand sweeping under his dog’s chin to hold it up as he presses his face into the side of hers. “I’m okay, baby girl.” There’s a hint of a whine building in her throat, one he feels in his fingertips more than hears, and then she takes her head back, stabbing him below the collarbone with her nose before stepping into him. Theo groans, head hanging off his neck for a moment, before he picks it up and inhales. She’s calling his bluff. It’s stupid that his dog can tell when he’s trying to stuff the inflated bouncy-house that is that day back into a box, but she can. Chi is the only one who can. Then she starts tapping her chin to his shoulder, increasing the frequency of her soft bops until he relents, pressing his face into her neck, and burying his hands in the thick fur of her back for good measure.  There, Theo takes a deep breath. The fluff along her neck tickles against his cheeks, especially when she shifts in his awkward grip to press the underside of her chin into the back of his shoulders. It’s a hug, for all intents and purposes, and fuck if he doesn’t lean even harder into it.

[spookyblazecoffee]

Nolan: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Brett: Oklahoma City, bitch!

Nolan: *Stays silent, staring at Brett with a death stare*

Brett: I’m sorry I called you a bitch, I love you.

Nolan: I love you too.

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You. 29.1 REVISED

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital

That scent that you had caught back at the car had followed you all the way to the hospital. This person didn't have any malicious intent tied to their scent, but they were new. And new hardly ever meant good news. The two girls walked towards the nurse behind the counter.

You kept back, glancing at every single person as you entered to place where the smell was coming from. It had gotten stronger, meaning the culprit was closer. What worried you, was that neither girl had caught or even noted that they were aware of a possible stalker.

"He's on the third floor." Erica informed.

"Ok," you nodded. "You two head up. I'll meet you in a bit. I'm gonna get something from the cafeteria." You lied.

Erica nodded. She grabbed Cora's hand and began walking backwards towards the elevator.

You waited until they were out of view and then headed in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. The scent was fading. Whoever it was, knew you were tailing them and was leading you downstairs.

You continued down towards the basement of the hospital. The scent you had followed down was now stronger than before, meaning, the culprit was in and waiting.

You let out a low whistle as you walked in to the dimly lit basement of the hospital. The heartbeat of the culprit was steady, and the faint sound of their footsteps almost echoed in the room. The culprit, walked closer, slowly exposing themselves to you.

"Hello, handsome." You smirked, upon seeing the culprit fully. He was just a teenage boy. And he was handsome; tall also. Younger than Scott and the others though. He was definitely a werewolf just like them; and part of another pack. It just made you wonder. "Who sent you? Why are you following us?"

"Im part of Satomi's pack."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. Was he looking to join another pack or was he sent to you by her? But why wouldn't she come see you herself?

"I was looking for her. Does she know that?" You asked.

"If she did, do you really think she'd send me to come talk to you instead?"

"Alright, smartass. Then tell me, what do you want?"

"A man found us a while ago. He told us about an Ultima here in Beacon Hills. Full grown. Stronger than any alpha he's ever seen or met. And he told us, she can help. That we should trust her." A pause. "Satomi and some of the others from our pack have gone missing. No clue where they could have gone or if they're even still alive.”

"And you need help finding them, is that it?" You asked him.

He shook his head, "She often talked about a well respected alpha. A Hale. She had children and among them was a great and strong alpha. Here in Beacon Hills. So I came to find him." He took one step forward. "Some alpha he turned out to be." He scoffed. "Couldn't even keep his pack together and then he runs off and gets captured by hunters-"

"Watch it." You warn him. "Derek made his mistakes but he's made up for them."

"I'm sure he did." He took another step. "Remind me, what happened again? Why were you in the woods?"

You took one step forward. He was really starting to get under your skin. "I let you run your mouth enough. So the next thing that comes out of your mouth better be an answer to my question." You snarled.

"I'm just a teenage werewolf." He shrugged. "Without a pack." He added.

"So you are looking for a pack?"

"Temporary." He answered. "I wouldn't have come to you if I had any other choice." He confessed. "I mean you are the reason most of our pack is dead or missing."

"I didn't know any of that was going to happen."

"I know. That guy told us everything. Thats why i'm here."

"Guy? What guy?"

"He said his name was Deucalion."

"Ok, so what?" You were annoyed now. "You need help finding the rest of you pack, is that it?"

"I may be a werewolf but i'm also a teenager." He stated. "We just need somewhere safe to stay until Satomi comes back."

"We?"

"Me and my sister. If you won't take us both, at least take her in. Please."

You know exactly what could happen to omegas and betas without packs. But hunters were searching, possibly already coming, for you, there were weird shadow warriors coming after werewolves and you were horribly reminded how easy it was for you to lose your temper.

"I'm sorry," you began, "but I can't. You wont be safe around me. You should go to Scott."

Brett chuckled. "I'm not going to put my life or my sister's life in the hands of another kid. Please, we'll mostly be taking care of ourselves, we just need someplace safe to stay."

"Fine." You finally agree. "But if I say it's time to leave, you leave."

Brett stared at you a moment before finally nodding his head.

******

"Those girls. So are they part of your pack too?"

"I dont have a pack." You remind him. "We were part of the same pack though." You both stepped out of the elevator. "Those girls are pretty, and they will not hesitate to eat you alive." You snorted.

A familiar and triggering scent hit your nostrils. You held your hand out, stopping Brett from walking ahead of you. "Do you smell that?" You asked him.

He took a couple whiffs of the air. He slowly shook his head and looked to you. "No. Why? What are you smelling?"

You ignored Brett's question and continued following scent down the hall.

"Here." You stopped Brett. You were in front of Stiles' room, and the smell was practically engulfing the room. You didn't waste a second to open the door. Erica and Cora were motionless on the floor and Stiles was missing.

You stripped the blanket off the hospital bed and rushed to lay it over the two girls. And to confirm you suspicion, you knelt down and looked behind both of their ears for the mark.

"Stay here." You told Brett as you stood up. "Call Derek. Tell him where we are and Erica and Cora were both marked." You hand him Cora's phone.

"What? Where are you going?"

"I think I know who their next target is."

**********

"Stiles!" You yelled as you ran down the hallway.

It was odd. You caught his scent inside the room. But there was another smell as well, that was stronger. That masked Stiles' scent almost making it undetectable. And since it was one of the strongest scents in the room, you followed it. All the way to a surgery suite.

The scent finally ended at the pair of swinging doors leading into the room. And through the small windows you could see Stiles, just standing in the center of the room.

"Stiles." You slowly pushed opened one of the doors. That horrible smell tickled your nostrils and the tiny hairs all over your body stood up.

Stiles slowly turned around to face you. He looked confused at first, and then relieved. He blinked once. That once strong scent that had lead you down here was now gone. "Y/N?"

"Yeah. Are you ok?" Your body was fighting against you to take a step closer to him. There was something different about him. You could feel it.

"Yeah," he answered unsurely. "Are Erica and Cora ok?" He asked.

"Yeah," you gave him a tight lipped smile. "They're ok."

He took a step closer to you, causing your heart to jump. "These things showed up out of nowhere. What were they?" He was frightened, well appeared to be frightened, but he wasn't. Thats not what he was feeling at all.

"I don't know." You tilted your head and stared at Stiles. Every nerve in your body was tingling. Your instincts were screaming at you that something was wrong, very wrong. "You smell different? Are you sure you're ok?" You asked.

"Like what?" His tone was different now. His expression remained the same, confused. But his eyes, his eyes held a different expression; one that could make your skin crawl.

"What?"

"What do I smell like?" He asked slowly.

"I-I meant seem." You stuttered. "You seem different."

Just then Scott was walking in to the room. He noticed you and Stiles and glanced between the two of you, his eyes landing on Stiles. "Everything ok?" You turn around after Scott asks.

"Yeah." Stiles smiled to his best friend. Unexpectedly he stands besides you and places a hand on your shoulder.

You gasp at the contact. A chill was sent down your spine. You slowly turn to look at Stiles, he was already smiling at you. But there was something odd about his smile. There was this uneasiness you felt around him. You couldn't quite place it though.

"Yeah." You answered Scott as you faced him. "All good."

"Stiles," Scott averted his attention to his friend, "your dads going to be here soon. We should go down and wait for him."

Stiles patted your shoulder a couple times and then walked ahead to his best friend. The second he stepped out of the double doors, that feeling of uneasiness still lingered. You grazed over the area on your shoulder that Stiles had touched. Just that one area felt burning hot to the touch.

You thought you heard clicking behind you, so you slowly turned as you looked over your shoulder. There was no one behind you. You turned completely. "What was he doing down here?" You wondered. You took a step forward feeling something squish beneath your foot. You lifted your foot to see what you had stepped on, finding it odd for a sterile environment, only to see a burst of black smoke erupt.

You whipped your head around back towards the doors. You were starting to think maybe you weren't imagining the sudden uneasiness.

*****

You, Scott and Derek were circled around in what used to be Stiles' room in the hospital.

"Ok," you pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes, "These Oni, demon warriors, are searching for someone possessed by a dark spirit known as a Nogitsune?"

Scott nodded. "I thought they were after Kira at first. But its not her."

You sighed out. "Ok, but why go after your dad? Why not just mark him like they did with you guys?"

"He got in their way?" Scott more questioned than asked. "He thought they were intruders and they attacked back."

"Ok, but I got in their way when they tried to go after Aiden."

"Isaac made sure Argent didn't mention you when they spoke to Katashi. For your safety." Derek chimed in.

You only nodded. There was a small moment of silence between you three. You had remembered something from earlier that you wanted to ask Scott about. Maybe his answer as well, would confirm your suspicion.

"Hey, Scott. You called out. "How did you find Stiles earlier?"

Scott's face scrunched up a bit, "I don't know," he shrugged, "I followed his scent."

"What did you smell? Did you smell anything weird down there?"

Scott averted his gaze he began to think. Derek gave you a weird stare but you only shrugged back at him. "Weird how?" Scott asked.

There was knock on the door that had your attention. Brett was standing there, this time there was a girl, you assumed his sister, was standing next to him.

"Uhm, we'll talk. Later." You told Scott. "Derek." You nodded. Derek watched you questioningly as he watched you approach the two teens and then leave with them.

"Do you know them?" Derek asked Scott.

"No." Scott answered. "I thought maybe you did?"

"No. But I'm going to find out."

[echoalyssa]

First Heat | Brett Talbot

Warnings: Unprotected sexual Intercourse and crude language. Please do not interact if you are under 18. Alpha Brett x 1st person Reader

Brett can’t think straight. Every single part of his body felt like it was on fire, crawling with need. It’s under his skin, an itch that can never actually be itched. A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and he pants, feeling all too hot considering it’s the middle of an autumn night.

Scott had wanted to lock him up. To prevent him from coming in contact with anyone, even if they were inside the pack. Brett had been an alpha for less than a few weeks, which was adjustment enough. Scott had not wanted to fill Brett in on why he should be locked away, but the message could be found in all of Scott’s anxious whispering.              Brett would go into heat. And the only way to relieve it…

Scott hadn’t been successful in locking up the new Alpha. He had gone missing just before Scott could get to him, his heat beginning earlier than expected. 

Brett isn’t entirely sure where he’s going. He just knows that he can’t stop himself. He passes house after house, looking for something but his brain is too foggy to tell him where he’s going. He groans softly as the minutes pass, growing more desperate than he had been previously.

He rounds a corner, almost smacking into a streetlamp because he’s so distracted. And then he sees the house and he can’t enter the house fast enough.

~~~

The music is cranked up high, almost too high. It’s just warm enough in the house that I can wear only a thin oversized t-shirt and a thin black thong. Considering the season, I can’t complain. I’m attempting to rearrange my bookshelves, which had seemed like a much easier task before I had begun. It has to be at least two hundred and fifty books, separated into piles on the floor and my desk.

I pull another stack of books from the shelf, wandering past piles to determine where the books in my arms should be sorted. As much work as it was, I could probably do it forever. Something about the smell and feel of the books was comforting.

My music stops playing, and I turn around to reach for my phone. I stop short, a scream halfway up my throat. Brett is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his knuckles are white as he grips the frame of my door. He stares at me, eyes glazed slightly but flared red. His eyes roam up and down my body. His chest heaves with his breath as he slowly sidles closer to me.

Something is wrong. I can feel it.

“Brett?” I ask, “What are you doing here?” 

He doesn’t respond. He instead circles me, his eyes catch on the hem of my t-shirt, hitting at the tops of my thighs. This wasn’t the Brett I knew. There had to be a reason that my Alpha had entered my house in the middle of the night unbeknownst to me. 

His eyelids flutter when I look at him and I can see something there. Something wild and animalistic. He moves towards me again, so close now that I can feel his body heat radiating from him. The tips of Brett’s fingers touch my wrist, and he gives me a saccharine smile. My Alpha trails his fingers up my arm, continuing until he wraps them around the column of my throat. His thumb strokes the pulse point there.

Brett dips his head to the notch of my throat and inhales slowly, his body shivering in reaction. It hits me then. I knew exactly why he was acting like this. Brett was experiencing his first heat as an Alpha. The heats that Alpha’s experienced were more extreme, they lasted longer. He would be insatiable for the next week.

I swallow hard. “Brett.”

It’s useless, I knew. I knew that he was past reasoning. 

He’s kissing up my jaw now, his other hand coming up to snake around my body and pull me flush to him. “You smell so good.” His voice is a breath-y moan.

It’s as if a switch is flipped because he had been holding back before. Something in my scent had pushed him over the edge. He brings his hand up, wrapping his fingers around my jaw to get me to look up at him. “I won’t be able to stop.” He warns.

I suck in a breath and look into his eyes, searching for a trace of him behind his unrivaled desire. Brett is my Alpha, but he was also my friend, and his heat would be excruciating if he wasn’t able to relieve himself.

I tilt my head up to meet him, and that is all he needs. He surges forward, grabbing my face to press our lips together. The world stills for a second and all I can think about is him and this fortuitous happening that had gotten us here. 

The kiss is open-mouthed and desperate. His hands are everywhere, not able to touch enough of me fast enough. He walks us both backwards until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. In between his kisses I catch sight of his claws, starting to peek out as he fights his shift.

He uses the tips of his fingers to slice the thin strap of my thong and it falls to my ankles. His hands press up under my shirt and he grabs a handful of me under the shirt. I gasp, my back arching off the bed and into him. Something primal and old in me just wants me to give myself over completely to him. He’s rutting against me and the more that he does the more my legs fall open for him.

“Please, Brett.”

That’s all the convincing he needs. Brett growls low in his throat and then pulls away to shove his shorts and boxers down his legs. He’s back on me in a second. I don’t even have time to take in his size before I feel the head of him press against my entrance.

He presses his lips to mine and with one fluid stroke of his hips… he takes me. I gasp, nails fighting for purchase on his back in response to the sheer length of Brett Talbot.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

The pace he starts is brutal. He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, turning his head to kiss at the inside of my calf. All I can do is hold on to him and stare at where are bodies are connected.

His abs flex with each thrust and he’s chewing on his lip, staring down at me with a certain expression that I can’t quite place.

“Been thinking… thinking about you for…”

He rips out of me suddenly and I whine at the loss of contact. In a flash he’s flipped me around so that I am on my stomach. Brett wraps and arm around my hips to hold me in place while his other hand pulls my ass cheeks apart so that he can get a better view of him entering me again.

I cry out for the second time, fisting the sheets underneath me.

“So deep!”

“Look so fucking pretty like this baby. S-stay right there.” He whispers it against the shell of my ear, and it makes my breath catch.

With one hand on the back of my neck he presses me into the mattress, angling me so that the angle is to his liking. Then, once again he resumes his brutal pace. I can feel the threshold of pleasure drawing closer. It trails up my spine, just out of reach.

“Please, Brett!”

He snakes a hand around the curve of my hip, and it trails down down down until it hits that sensitive spot. I stifle a sob into the comforter below me.

I’m close. I’m so close. 

“You can do it baby. Make me proud. Come on baby, cum for me.”

I scream, my fingernails clutching at the sheets below me. My core is pulsing around him, over and over as I gasp for breath. He tucks himself against my back, still working me through my orgasm with his thumb and brutal pace. The following moans that slip from my mouth are sinful. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cum this hard, let alone at the hands of a man.

Brett doesn’t even wait for the shaking to subside. He removes his fingers from between my legs and grabs a fistful of my hair at the scalp. He tugs my head up, working my body into just the right position. 

The tidal wave of pleasure is flying back to me already. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin as he works towards his own release. He drops his head to mine to start whispering those filthy little words again and that is all it takes for me to reach ecstasy for the second time. It knocks me silent, and I arch off the bed. My eyes roll back into my head and all I can say is his name over and over again like a prayer.

Brett is close behind me, managing to drill into that sacred spot deep inside me before his hips stutter and the most guttural noise leaves his mouth. He holds my hips firm against his and presses close to me, ensuring that every inch of him is sheathed in me. I can feel the thick ropes of him release into me, so much that I knew the sheets would be utterly ruined.

Brett lands a slap on my ass as he shudders again, his release drawn out more than he is used to. It takes time for me to float back to reality after two of the strongest orgasms of my life. My thoughts are jumbled, floating just far away enough that I can’t reach them. All I know is the Alpha still buried balls deep inside me from behind.

“I’m… stuck.”

That draws me back somewhat and I peer over my shoulder at him, watching him stare down at where we are connected.

“What do you mean?”

“I…” He moves to draw his hips back and I hiss at the sudden sharp tug. “I knotted you…”

I wrack my brain, trying to decipher his words. Vaguely I remember Scott mentioning that an Alpha would knot his mate to ensure offspring.

I force down the rising panic that is climbing my throat. “For how long?”

“I-I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.”

I nod and take a breath to calm myself. It would be fine. I was on birth control, and I didn’t mind Brett keeping me full. It was fine. I can feel sleep trying to pull me under, so I let my body relax.

Brett lays draped over my back, his mouth pressing lazy kisses to my shoulder blades as he waits for the swelling to go down. He tests the connection every couple of minutes, drawing a gasp from me each time. I can tell that his release has cleared his head slightly but the longer he has to recover, the less lucid he becomes. 

I’m perfectly sated and spent, feeling as if I could sleep for the foreseeable future. However, this was a week-long event. When the swelling finally does go away, he slips out of me slowly. Brett licks a line up my body and when he clears my clavicle, he’s ready to go again. Those red eyes peering at me with lust already.

[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]

[bonniebird]

Brett Talbot x Reader

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Warnings: 18+ content, implied fingering

You laughed as your friend touched your arm. His hand brushed over your skin a little longer than usual. You hadn’t thought anything of it until you heard a low growl from behind you. Turning you found Brett watching the two of you.

“What was that?” Your friend asked as he stepped closer to you.

“Oh. I don’t know. It’s probably some beast overreacting to something.” You said as you gave Brett a hard look. The noise was quickly forgotten and the two of you went on enjoying your day together. You didn’t see each other often as he’d moved away. Despite the fact that neither of you was interested in the other, Brett kept a close eye on you. When he left you waved him off from the porch before hurrying inside to find Brett who had lounged himself over the sofa and was reading a magazine as if he hadn’t been a pain all day.

“What is wrong with you? Growling at people. You should know that’s rude!” You said as you walked over to him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes at you as continued to flip through the magazine until you pulled it out of his hands. He grabbed at your legs and pulled you down onto the sofa with him.

”There’s nothing wrong with me.” He said firmly. You gave him a sharp look before you rolled your eyes. He smiled at you in a smug way and you lay down next to him. “You’re mine. No one else gets to touch you like this.”

You gasped as you felt his hand slide down into your jeans. “You can’t be a dick all day and then expect to get me off.” You muttered. Brett chuckled at the way your legs still spread for him, sliding over his own leg as his hand moved lower, fingers slipping between your folds as he leaned forward to kiss your neck.

“I’m just making sure you know we belong together. No one else…” He muttered against the soft skin of your neck.

Brett Talbot tags:

@the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @savagemickey03

[theofficialfanfictioncorner]

Misc.

Teen Wolf

Suprise - Peter Hale

"can you feel what you're doing to me" - Stiles Stilinski

How do you want me call you?! Daddy?! - stiles stilinski

Untitled 1 - brett talbot

New endings - brett talbot

Sleeping with the enemy - brett talbot

untitled 2 - theo raeken

untitled 3 - theo raeken

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KILL4ME - Carrington

Every second Counts - Russel Shaw

How Lucky Am I? - Zack justice

telling the world - zack justice

Wait - Nick Sturniolo x MALE!reader

Bad Day - Beau Arlin

Tattooed love - Jake Webber

no mix up - jake webber

Help - Carl Gallagher

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Any way you want me - Boaz Priestly

the one with the mohawk - boaz priestly

pondering the fate while ignoring the obvious - boaz priestly

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a place to call home - Jensen Ackles

Alpha X - Jensen Ackles

The way my hand looks on your face - Jensen Ackles

All Night Long - Jensen Ackles

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Doll - T.Riddle

sugar - T.riddle

you don't have to do this - T.Riddle

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Don't Bet On It - Castiel

Forest Green Eyes - Castiel

[emmavzlsblog]

Imagines

What genres do i writes about:

Smut(threesome)

Fluff

Angst

What i write:

Boy X Girl

Girl X Girl

Boy X Girl X Boy

Girl X Boy X Girl

What i don't write:(smut)

incest,non-con(rape),anything with pain,

What i do write:(smut)

oral(f! and m! receiving),threesome,lesbian sex,non protected sex(wrap it b4 you tap it!),use of sextoys(such as strapon for lesbian sex,dildo,maybe cockring,double sided dildo,you get it!),i will write different position(69,missionary,doggy style,cowgirl,reverse cowgirl).I will also write facesitting,fingering,bondage...

Who i write for:

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski,Scott Mccall,Liam Dunbar,Theo Raeken,Peter Hale, Derek Hale,Isaac Lahey,Malia Tate/Hale,Lydia Martin,Alison Argent,Kira Yukimura,Erica Reyes,Hayden Romero,Brett Talbot,Aiden,Cora Hale,Jordan Parrish,Tracy Stewart.

Outer Banks:

Sarah Cameron,John B Routledge,JJ Maybank,Kiara "Kie" Carrera,Rafe Cameron,Pope Heyward,Cléo,Barry.

The maze runner:

Newt,Thomas,Brenda,Teresa,Aris,Minho,Gally,Harriet,Sonya.

Not Okay (2022 movie):

Danni Sanders,Colin,Rowan.

American Assassin:

Mitch Rapp.

Twilight Saga:

Bella Swan,Edward Cullen,Jacob Black,Alice Cullen,Rosalie Hale,Emmett Cullen,Jasper Hale, Benjamin,Seth Clearwater,Leah Clearwater,Jared,Embry Call,Quil Atera,Paul.

Scream:

Billy Loomis,Stu Macher,Sydney Prescott, Tatum Riley,Dewey Riley,Gale Weathers,Randy Meeks,Mickey Altieri,Roman Bridger,Mark Kindcaid,Jill Roberts,Kirby Reed,Olivia(Scream 4 forgot her last name😭),Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Chad Meeks, Mindy Meeks,Amber Freeman,Richie Kirsch,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Anika.

To request:

make sur you to put everything when you request...

Like what action do you want them to do,what place,and as for some character,precise what era you want like for Samantha in Scream precise if you want her in the scream 5 or in the 6 because she is totally different in those two movies...

Writer's note:

Don't hesitate to request i'm not in school rn since it's summer vacantion so i have a lot of free time.I'm not a machine wich means i will need a bit of time to write your resquets,but i can assure you,i will try my best to do ALL of your resquets. XOXO emma

[scribeoffate]

hey, do you also write for Brett Talbot? If so could you write something where the reader is stiles younger sister and her and Brett have been sneaking around for a while before they get caught by her brother?

its fine, if you don't want to or generally don't write for him, I just thought I'd ask, thanks :))

I’ve not written much for Brett, but I think he’s a lot of fun. Unfortunately, I don’t enjoy x-reader fic to read or write. I have seen several teen wolf writers around who take those requests. Since it's not really my thing, I don't remember who they are. Maybe someone following me, or the tags can point you in the right direction.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Who is ready for some more Their Sun, Their Moon, Their Truth content?

*Raises hand at own question*

Keep your eyes peeled over the next couple days, I've got a piece I've been working on that's clawing its way into being right now, despite my focus needing to be on another project. In any case, here's a couple snippets of it!

[missliamdunbar]

‘The Sun, The Moon, and The Truth’ by MissLiamDunbar

Stiles rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance, causing Lydia to giggle a little. Everyone in the pack knew how fond Stiles was of Liam - well, everyone except Liam (and probably Mason). None of them knew the real reason why, but they all kind of hoped he’d eventually get over it since everyone else had come to accept Liam in the short time he’d been a member of the pack. Liam was like everyone’s favorite, annoying little brother.

But to Stiles, he was just plain annoying.

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Words: 9,186

Chapters: 2/4

Categories: MxM

Language: English

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationships: Liam Dunbar x Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Mason Hewitt, Brett Talbot, Kira Yukimura, Corey Bryant, Lori Talbot

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jealousy, Fluff and Smut, Accidental Voyeurism, Pining, Awkward Crush, Anal Sex, Consensual Underage Sex, Supernatural Elements, Confessions, Everyone is Bisexual, Loss of Virginity

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This is my first Teen Wolf fanfiction and I’m exited for you guys to read it! This is a rare pair, but Stiles and Liam are two of my favorite characters. Plus, there will be a chapter where Theo gets into the mix! This work isn’t finished yet, but there are currently two chapters up. Hopefully, you guys will check it out!

[theoutcastrogue]

Awwww.

But yeah, the intro is not easy to remember because in the radio series / albums the theme was just a few bars of the banjo before the announcer gave the title, and then it went straight to the DUM DUM!, DUMMY DUMMY DUM part. They played more of it at the end, but again there was voiceover because credits.

Like, the first episode's credits ended with the line: "The programme was written by Douglas Adams, and produced by Simon Brett, with the assistance of Paddy Kingsland at the Radiophonic Workshop, and a small furry creature from the Crab Nebula." DUM DUM!, DUMMY DUMMY DUM etc

The final episode's credits (after the death of Douglas Adams, and not counting the 6th book) ended thus: "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was an Above the Title production for BBC Radio Four, and is affectionately dedicated to its author. Now here is a public information message. The large yellow Vogon ships hanging overhead are an hallucination. Do not be alarmed. There is nothing to worry about. Just pour yourself several large drinks, and open a packet of peanuts. You are going to need them".

By the way:

The theme tune used for the radio, television, LP, and film versions is "Journey of the Sorcerer", an instrumental piece composed by Bernie Leadon and recorded by the Eagles on their 1975 album One of These Nights. Only the transmitted radio series used the original recording; a sound-alike cover by Tim Souster was used for the LP and TV series, another arrangement by Joby Talbot was used for the 2005 film, and still another arrangement, this time by Philip Pope, was recorded to be released with the CDs of the last three radio series. Apparently, Adams chose this song for its futuristic-sounding nature [that sounded "spacey" but not serious], but also for the fact that it had a banjo in it, which, as Geoffrey Perkins recalls, Adams said would give an "on the road, hitch-hiking feel" to it. [x]

Comedy writer Andy Riley arranged the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy theme for a music box

tweet by AndyRileyish [x]

[twjournals]

can you do a brett talbot smut? i can never find anything about his character. <3

Warning: Brett Talbot x fem!reader, all characters of age, unprotected sex, revenge sex, edging, cream-pie,

Word Count: 1.2k

You had one job. Just one. Stand clear of Brett Talbot, but you could not even do that. Your brother, Liam, explained to you from the moment he was expelled from Devenford Prep that Brett Talbot was bad news.

You had listened at first. For years you were lucky enough to only have small encounters with him and from those encounters alone you could not see why Liam thought he was so bad. He had always been kind to you. Only saying enough to keep you curious and doing just enough to get you coming back to him.

At this point, It only excited you more to be around him considering you were not supposed to be around him, on top of how much of a mystery he was.

Maybe you should have listened to Liam, but you couldn't. Every part of your brain screamed for you to leave, but your curiosity kept you lingering.

That was exactly what Brett had wanted though. He had always wanted you, since before Liam destroyed the coach's car with a crowbar. Liam knew about his little crush and he knew Liam would make it his mission to keep you away as soon as he thought he would use you as revenge against him. It was the perfect revenge.

To have you and take you whenever he wanted knowing it would break Liam's heart. It would crush his spirits knowing his innocent little sister was being split in two by the one guy you were supposed to stay away from. He had waited so long for this moment. Beating Beacon Hills on the field was not enough, but something about ruining your cunt and breaking the news to Liam seemed all too satisfying.

Although he had been right all along and you knew it, that did not stop you from meeting up with Brett. That did not stop you from being pinned against the wall in the locker room before a game between Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills. It did not stop your skirt from being hiked up and your panties pulled to the side while Brett pounded into you, muttering filth in your ear.

A part of you thought of it as your own revenge for having to stay away from him so long.

"You get any louder, your brother is gonna hear." He chuckles as he presses his large hand under your mouth to muffle your moan as every delicious stretch of his cock filled your body.

Your walls clenched around his cock at his words.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" He smirked. You shook your head as your eyes tried to hold his gaze. "You can't lie to me. You know this. You're squeezing me so good." He was right. You could try, but your body would always betray you.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep quiet, but it was like a game to him. The quieter you got, the harder and faster he thrust. Like he was challenging you to scream. You knew if you screamed you would be busted in a heartbeat and you could not let that happen. Not when you were this close to release.

He could hear your brother just down the hall, asking some teammates if they had seen you. Of course, no one had. You were so good at this game of hiding from Liam and you only got better.

"You better not get us caught." He challenged even though Liam had already left the building to meet the team on the field, he still made you believe Liam was close.

You only clenched around him and trying to hold back the groan threatening to fall from his lips. Your juices coated his cock at the thought of getting caught. He chuckled at your reaction.

He pulled the front of your blouse down to let your breasts spill out. His tongue licking around your sensitive nipples, his fingers rolled against them.

Brett worked your body like magic. He knew the game started in only a few minutes and he did not plan on stopping until then.

Your head rolled back against the wall while he adjusted the lift of your hips for the third time, the tip of his cock poking against your spot with every thrust once again. He had already been edging you for what felt like hours but you were not entirely sure how long it had been. You were so desperate for release.

"You wanna cum?"

You nodded your head, your fingers curling into his head and gripping onto it.

His hand "Have I fucked you dumb already, baby? Forget how to answer me properly?"

You sobbed quietly as he slowed down his thrusts, letting off of your spot. "P-Please! Don't stop-" You choked a second sob.

"Tell me what you want then. Let’s hear it." He kissed up your breasts and trailed kisses along your neck. His hips not budging, his hands restraining you from moving yours as the tip of his cock only filled you. He enjoyed teasing you, making you beg for him.

"I wanna cum. Please let me cum..." You whimpered as he immediately pushed the rest of the way back into you, stuffing you full again and pounding against your spot as if giving you permission.

"Yes, yes, yes... oh-"

He knew the game was about to start as much as he wanted to keep playing with you. His lips fell to yours, kissing your lips hard and swallowed your words, your cries as your body shook with your climax. His own hitting as soon as your walls milked him, your juices squirting around him before he pushed his own release inside of you.

He groaned quietly as he kisses your lips softly this time, nibbling on your plump bottom lip as he righted himself in his shorts again. His fingers dragged over your entrance to scoop up the cum dripping from you and pushing his long fingers inside of you to push it all inside of you.

“Don’t waste a single drip. I know that pretty pussy needs my cum.” His eyes watched yours as he pulled your panties back in place to keep his cum from dripping out. Whatever would, you would just have to wear in your panties.

He adjusted his uniform as he lowered you back to your feet again for you to fix yourself. You stood weakly, holding onto the sink for support He could hear the coach blowing the whistle to gather up the team and he smirked to himself, leaving you with a kiss.

Brett hurried out of the locker room, trying to fix his sex hair you were responsible for on his way out to the field.

He bumped his shoulder against Liam’s as he passed him, turning to find Liam glare at him. “Watch where you’re going.” He snapped.

Brett smirked, glancing past him as you finally made your way out to the bleachers. “Sorry, was just admiring your sister. She’s looking pretty hot all fucked out.”

Liam’s lips parted at his comment, following his stare at you in the bleachers talking with Lydia as if after he had not spent all this time trying to find you. His blood was boiling at the sight of you. He could not handle the thought of Brett ruining his sister. He was gonna kill Brett if that was the last thing he did. Brett held his smirk as the coach called for him to join the rest of the team in the circle for their quick huddle. That was even better than he had imagined.

Liam gripped his helmet in his hand, pulling it on his head as he took his spot on the field. He was a dead man.

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Endgame Reward - Brett Talbot

Summary: After Brett’s team wins a lacrosse game against Beacon Hills Highschool, Y/N gives Brett his award in the boys locker room.

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: SMUT, shower sex, blowjob/throat fucking, cursing, name calling, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it), choking, bit of a pain kink?

Pairing/Characters: Brett Talbot x reader

Prompt: Kinktober day 4- Shower/Bath sex

A/N: I’m having such a hard time deciding who I should pair these prompts with:(

new masterlist| prompt list| color prompts| ko-fi

It was the end of the game, Beacon Hills lost by one point which allowed Brett’s team to win the game. The two schools had a rough rivalry, especially with Brett’s old friend now being one of the star players for Beacon Hills lacrosse team.

Brett was packing up his gear, smiling as he replayed the game in his head over and over again. His mind constantly went back to his girlfriend Y/N, who was watching with the other students and parents. She looked so proud and happy that her boyfriend had won, and Brett knew what was going to happen as soon as he found his girlfriend. Almost everyone was out of the locker room, the remaining few leaving as Y/N walked in to find her boyfriend.

“Congratulations baby, you won the game.” She smiled as she leaned against one of the lockers. Her eyes traced his shirtless body, wandering over every curve and every muscle. 

Brett looked over at her, his own smile spreading across his lips. He walked over to where Y/N stood, getting impossibly close to her. “I couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm,” he grinned as he went to pull her in for a kiss, only for her to gently push him away. He pouted and looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

“You’re all gross and sweaty,” She chuckled. “Go take a shower or something.”

Brett smirked, “Why don’t you take one with me? Everyone’s gone and no ones going to come in here.” He peered down at her, his eyes locking on hers. He could hear her heart rate pick up, along with the smell of her juices flooding her panties. 

“Yeah- o-okay.” Y/N nodded as her and Brett walked to the showers. Even though the two have had sex multiple times, every time Y/N saw Brett naked it felt like the first time all over again. Once their clothes were discarded and the water was on at a comfortable temperature, Brett pulled his girlfriend under the stream of water. She gasped as she was hit with the flow of water and strong grip that Brett held on her hips.

His eyes stared down at her intensely, creating a wave of butterflies in her chest and lower stomach. It was silent for another moment until Brett connected their lips in a heated kiss, his tongue finding its way into her mouth and exploring the area. His hands traveled lower as they gripped her ass firmly before smacking each cheek, causing her ton gasp loudly. Brett smirked against her lips and began to move his hand to her aching core.

“I can smell how wet you are, how badly you need me.” His lips moved across her jaw and neck, leaving bruises in his wake, “Tell me how badly you need me puppy, I might just give you what your want.”

Y/N whined, pushing herself closer to him in hopes he might touch her. “Sir please, I need you so bad. Wanted you since the game started.” 

Brett ‘tsked’ at her, “Baby I think you can do better than that, don’t you? After all, I did win us the game tonight.” Y/N knew exactly what he was getting at. Her eyes grew wide as she nodded and sunk to her knees in front of him. He hummed in content, “That’s a good puppy.”

Y/N started stroking him slowly to get him worked up before she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock. Brett leaned one arm against the shower wall and laced his hand through Y/N’s hair, gently pulling on it. She took the hint and took more of him into her mouth, hallowing her cheeks as she neared the base of his cock. Y/N breathed in through her nose before she started making quick work of her boyfriend. Brett’s moans bounced off the walls as his girlfriend sucked him off, giving him the utmost pleasure. Before he knew it Brett was throat fucking her.

Her jaw hung slack, her own spit along with a his pre-cum dribbled down her chin and down her chest. She loved the feeling of having her boyfriend fully letting go of his stress but also at her will because of the pleasure she was giving him made her even more wet than before.

“Love this pretty mouth, takes whatever I give it, just like your pussy.” Brett growled as his hips started to slow their pace. He looked down at his girlfriend and her fucked out state, the way she looked so desperate to help him get off. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth and stuff your cunt full of me.” Y/N could only nod the best she could with her mouth full of her boyfriend. Brett’s hips stilled and Y/N felt his load fill her mouth, the feeling of him pulling out made her heart flutter with all the ideas of what they’ll do filling her head.

Brett helped to her to her feet, watching as she swallowed all his cum and wipe her mouth clean. “Need you, please I need to be filled with you.” Y/N whined as she rubbed her thighs together in hopes of getting rid of some of her pain.

“Anything for my puppy.” Brett hoisted Y/N in the air, pressing her against the wall as he lined himself up with her entrance. “Ready?” Y/N nodded, her eyes glancing down at where their soon to be connected. Brett slowly pushed in to her cunt, head rolling back as he felt her walls start to take him in. Y/N moaned loudly, mouth hanging open as she accommodated the stretch. 

It took a moment for Brett to start his pace, but once Y/N gave the go ahead there was no stopping what was happening next. Brett’s hips slammed in Y/N’s ass sharply, giving the girl no time to catch her breathe as she yelped in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her senses already being over whelmed with the feeling of her boyfriend hitting every spot inside her.

Brett growled as he saw how blissed out his girlfriend was, the sight alone was enough to make him bust right there but he knew he had to wait a little bit longer. “Feels so good having this cunt wrapped around me,” He said in a low voice as he lowered his head to nip at Y/N’s tender skin. The mewl that left her lips caused something deep inside Brett to let loose. Pushing Y/N against the wall, he held her up with one arm while the other closed itself around her throat. 

“Sir,” Y/N cried out as he rolled up his hips upward and gently rubbed that spongey spot inside Y/N that made her a puddle in his hands. “Sir please, harder.” One of her own smaller hands went and tightened his grip around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make it hard to breathe but didn’t stop the flow of air. 

Brett’s eyes were glowing that beautiful yellow that Y/N loved so much, seeing how his girlfriend reacted to pain and pleasure being mixed together. “Someone has a pain kink, huh? You like when I go harder? You want to feel me for weeks don’t you? Answer me puppy,” He growled as he bit a little harder at her skin.

“Yes!” Y/N screeched as she pressed her head against the wall, “I love it, love the pain. Please, I’m so close, please let me cum.” Y/N begged as she tried to roll her hips against his. He pinned her to the wall to stop her actions. He slowed his hips to see her reaction and it was exactly what he wanted to see. To see her face contort in pain as she just wanted to feel that aching release. 

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum,” He picked up his brutal pace again, his hand squeezing her throat just enough. It was painful how long the both of them waited to cum, but Brett wanted it to be an amazing orgasm for his girlfriend. When he saw the tears filling her eyes he knew that it was time. He connected his lips to hers in a hungry and heated kiss as his hips went into full speed and bumped her g-spot and cervix with every movement. “Cum for me, fucking show me who you belong to.” With a loud moan and heavy breathe Y/N finally came, feeling the best relief she had ever felt. Her walls clenched her boyfriend’s cock as he emptied his own load deep into her, his hips stilling as he wanted her to be full of him. 

Brett looked down and watched as the mixture of their releases fell down the drain and past Y/N’s swollen pussy lips. His fingers gently grazed her clit, causing her to whimper at the over sensitivity she felt. “You’ll be walking around with my cum in you for days, and then when it’s gone I’ll fuck more into you.” Y/N could only nod as she was trying regain her breathe. Brett chuckled as he gently pulled out of her used cunt and set her down on her wobbly legs. 

“I think I need a bath when we get home,” She laughed softly as she struggled to walk over to her towel. She looked back to see a smirking Brett, and by the looks of it he was still hard. She rolled her eyes as she wrapped herself in the towel, “Just a bath, Mr. no funny games this time.”

[zaceouiswriting]

Betrayal

Characters: Brett Talbot x male reader, Isaac Lahey x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

"Brett! I need your help!” You called into your house when you opened the front door while your little brother was still in the car. When you looked at him - as you waited for your husband - you noticed again that your brother is not that small anymore. Big enough that you can't carry him on your own. Although these new procedures are slowly getting him back on his feet, walking or standing up without much help is still too much for him.

For a moment, you just stood in the open door, waiting for your man to come from somewhere, most likely shirtless. But even minutes later he didn't come.

Worried, you entered slowly and carefully. After all, you never knew if a group of hunters might have found your man. With your heart beating like crazy, so fast that it concerned you that all supernatural beings in a ten-kilometer radius would soon come to look at what was happening, you moved to the living room. As quietly as you could, you opened a hidden wall and pulled out one of your late father's guns. Your homemade miracle weapon is already loaded.

With that gun safely in hand, you first checked every room on the first floor, but nothing was there, no person and no sign of a fight... no signs at all. Now really worried, you started stumbling up the stairs, beads of sweat pouring down your forehead from the warmth of your body, almost obscuring your field of vision.

You took one of your hands off the gun to wipe away the beads of sweat. But it didn't help much. Soon there were more, which put even more concern in your mind.

After a few steps, you could hear a sudden noise. You couldn't really make out what the sound was, so you stopped and looked up and down the stairs to make sure no one was walking past you. At the same time, you listened carefully.

It was quiet again for a while. But as soon as the sound returned, you were already on high alert. It sounded like a groan of pain, as if someone -most likely Brett - was badly hurt.

Light as a feather, you bounded up the rest of the stairs, almost silently, your gun slightly lowered as you passed locked doors. The further you walked, the closer you got to where the sounds were coming from, making you tremble with fear that Brett was being tortured.

When you had to stand in front of the room where everything happened, your blood ran cold. It was... your bedroom? Your shared bedroom! The bedroom you are sharing with your husband! Who on earth is sick enough to torment someone in their own bedroom?

You stood there to make sure it was the correct room, and when you were sure: you yanked open the door, raised your gun, and searched the room. But once the bed you slept in just a few hours ago, with your husband by your side, is a sight you will never forget. "Mum?" Your voice cracked, calling out the only "parent" you had left.

She just looked at you lazily and grinned. At the same time, through her movement, you could see who was below her: whom she rode like a horse.

The first thing you wanted to do was shoot them both. Instead, you turned around and slammed the door behind you. Just to be safe, you locked your gun: so you couldn't shoot even if you wanted to.

Mumbling curses, hot salty tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "Babe, wait! I can explain it!” You heard your husband's deep voice. Which just a few hours ago made you jump with lust. Now you made you want to strangle the bastard.

"I'm sure you have an elaborate, sad excuse for shagging my drug-addict mother who tried to kill me multiple times, spent the last ten years in prison, and paralyzed my brother."

He already knew all that. After all, there's no getting around not telling such important things like that. In the end, it would have come out anyway.

"She's clean and wanted to reconcile, one thing leads to another and-"

"Yet you fucked her, destroyed my trust in you, and asked me if she was the only one." At this point, you both were standing in front of your house - Brett was only in his underwear, though. "Let me guess. You two had a secret affair for at least six months. Because she is out of jail since then, she's most likely been telling you some shitty sob story about how my dad kept her away and used his contacts to get her into trouble, that she's actually the good parent."

From his silence, you could tell you'd hit the nail on the head, and you backed away in disgust. "She only loves herself. She never wanted to make up in her life, but I can tell you, she wants your money. She knows you're are loaded, and since she doesn't have access to my or my brother's money. She must have thought my hot bisexual husband might be an easier target. And unfortunately, she was right."

When you rushed over to your car, your brother sat in his seat in absolute shock. Although recent surgeries have been a success, and he has regained some control of his body, he still has a long way to go. Brett was like another older brother to him, a rock to both of you. Hearing your babble obviously upset him. But at this moment, you couldn't talk about it, too upset about the whole situation. So you just started the car, let Brett bang against the car doors as you rolled down the driveway, drove off immediately, and left him in the dust.

Kay didn't even look at you, too deep in thought. Subconsciously he played with his hands. It made you happy to see him moving at all and seeing him exercise when he was stressed made it even better. Even if he still has a lot of work to do before he can fully use any part of his body again.

For about two hours, you just drove around. But Kay began to whine about his body aching from being cooped up in the car the entire time.

You knew you had to crash somewhere. So you went to the only place you could think of. With a heavy sigh, you turned the wheel to head back toward the city you so badly wanted to leave behind forever.

Deeper into the city and not back to the outskirts, you were living a happy life until that wrench of a woman came back like the plague and destroyed it again.

You soon found yourself in a relatively newly built skyscraper. You carefully got your brother out of the car, put him in his wheelchair, and wheeled him into the lobby. The guard greeted you warmly and asked if he should warn him before you just stood to get to his door. But you waved him off and wished him a nice day after he gave you a visitor pass.

You knocked on the door quite softly; you visit so often. Someone scrambled inside but quickly got to the door. As soon as the door opened, the breath caught in your throat.

"Is everything ok?"

"Not really," you told him, almost throwing up at his feet. "Can we come in?"

He just stepped to the side because he knew you would tell him what was going on soon enough. "Can I go back to one of the guest rooms?"

"Of course, little buddy. You know where to go, don't you?" Isaac's smile was so bright as he spoke to your brother. It warmed and melted your heart at the same time.

Kay immediately used all his strength to roll over there. The moment you heard the door shut, you broke down: you cried ugly tears and fell to your knees. And all before your host could even react.

"Calm down! Your heartbeat is too fast!"

You hate his wolf hearing, you can never lie to him, and he always knows when something is wrong. He soon came to your side and pulled you into his arms. You've been a bit distant with him for the past few years after he's openly admitted to everyone about his feelings for you. Brett had no problem with your friendship with Isaac because he knew you only loved him. But you didn't see fit to get too close to Isaac under the circumstances.

He was right. Nothing had ever happened between you and Isaac. Now you hated yourself for it. You should have followed your heart when you fell a little in love with your childhood friend after a year with Brett, but you thought Brett would be a better husband. How wrong you were back then; you should have left Brett and gone to your childhood friend instead. After all, everyone knew your husband was a player, but you thought he'd changed, that you'd tamed him enough to remain loyal, but now you know it was just wishful thinking.

Isaac only held you for a long time, later even carried you to the couch, put a blanket over you, and even went so far as to make hot chocolate with little marshmallows: just as you like it.

"So what happened?"

You feared this question. But you knew it would come sooner or later. Suddenly your eyes went dry, and your sadness turned to numbness as if nothing had happened. It sends chills down Isaac's spine to see you like this. Fear overcame him, even trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you crawled onto him as if your life depended on it.

Sitting there, a frightened Isaac, and you, clinging to him, have told your story. That you believed for about two years that your husband had multiple affairs but could never prove it; On this day, however, you caught him in the act.

Isaac tensed up at the mention of an affair, but when it dawned on him that you had mentioned several, his face twisted into one with anger. But you weren't even in the best part yet.

Isaac knows your mother and how terrible this woman was to you and your brother that even the state didn't want to hand you over to her after your father died but had no choice until she paralyzed Kay. You were then emancipated and took custody of him. With your father's money, you could easily find a caretaker for your brother when he came out of the hospital or rehab.

So when you told him how you found her in your marital bed with your husband, he got up, pushed you back on the couch, and paced the room.

He cursed under his breath, cursing Brett to death, mumbling that he gave him a chance to be with you before he would've picked you up. And if he hadn't gone to France, you would have been certain that you never married Brett, but him: your childhood friend, first crush, and first love, even if it was just on your side.

As you saw his anger spiraling out of control, as he slowly transformed, you stood up yourself, but it was too late; cabinets and closets were his victims, poor wooden things.

"I swear if I get my hands on that little rat, I-"

Suddenly a loud knocking was heard. Both Isaac and you looked at each other in shock. They both seemed to know where the other side was, and neither wanted to deal with it.

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