#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)

[mmoosen]

Olympic archer Nolan Holloway is known for his intense stare during matches, but when cameras catch the stare pointed at US Beach Volleyball player, Brett Talbot, will-they-won't-they rumors spread quickly.

[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."

[wheelsvoid]

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+ more ( coming soon! )

[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]

[catwithyellowwings]

Brett Talbot x fem!Reader (Y/N Martin/Lydia's little sister)

Please be gentle. English is not my native language. I'm still learning it, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes 🙈

"You'll see, our team will kick your ass," Y/N said confidently, lifting her chin and pushing back her red braid. At the moment, she was so annoyed by the self-confidence of one of the Devenford players that she could barely restrain herself from making more harsh statements. She had a negative attitude towards the captain of today's rivals instantly when she saw how he publicly mocked Liam in front of the whole school. Dunbar is only new to their company, but Y/N already considered him, if not a friend, then a member of Scott's pack. So Liam is part of their strange and diverse family, and the girl was not going to give offense to her loved ones.

"Well, we'll see about that", Brett smirked at her, accepting the challenge thrown by a stranger. Now he had two incentives to win today: to take revenge on Dunbar for what he did to his former coach's car, and to win a bet from a beautiful girl who was so ready to defend the honor of her school. "So what happens if you lose?"

"We won't lose, I'm confident in our guys", looking clearly into the boy's eyes, Y/N said decisively. Then she turned her gaze to the warming–up players of the Beacon Hills school, among whom were her friends - Scott, Stiles and Liam. Dunbar, as if sensing that they were being watched, turned around, meeting the eyes of the younger Martin for a couple of seconds. He was quite confused that she was talking to his main enemy of the last few months, but he did not comment on this in any way.

"So maybe we can make a bet about something substantial? " Talbot never let up, assessing the girl from head to toe. Her cropped top with a leather jacket and tight jeans with a high waist perfectly emphasized the naturally slender figure of the younger Martin, so the guy's interested look flattered her. Mentally, Brett was already anticipating his victory.

"About what, for example?" Y/N asked, folding her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow slightly. She was also confident of her victory, especially realizing that there were now two werewolves in their team, so ordinary people simply had no chance against them. Unless, of course, Scott decides not to use his superpowers on the field again for the sake of fair play.

"Well, I don't know," the guy chuckled, thinking for a while. "Let's go on a date? If we win, and we'll win, you're going on a date with me".

"Then if you lose, and you'll lose", Martin deliberately mimicked him with a short grin, "you… apologize to Liam in front of the whole school, just as you mocked him today as soon as you arrived here."

"To Dunbar? Nah," Brett just laughed at this formulation, glancing over his shoulder at the former co-commander, who was now talking to one of the Beacon Hills players.

"What? Are you scared? Oh, what a pity," Y/N smiled, slightly pouting, already feeling her superiority. "Then there will be no deal".

"I didn't get scared," Talbot said, squaring his shoulders and grunting with displeasure. "Okay, you got it. If your team beats us today, I'll apologize to Dunbar, so be it. But don't think that our enmity with him will be over".

"The game will show which one of you is better," now it's time for her smug grin. With her hands on her hips, Martin involuntarily looked around at the guy. The green-and-white sports uniform with the number 28 on the chest and back, although partially hiding the guy's body, but it was obvious that he was very well-built. Tall, half a foot taller than Y/N herself, sly light green eyes, slightly curly brown hair and natural charisma only added to Brett's attractiveness. Ah, if it wasn't for his bullying of Liam, then Y/N as a whole wouldn't mind flirting a little with this handsome guy, but she had to keep her face. You can't show your weaknesses to the enemy, so putting on her self-confident mask, Martin turned on her heels and headed for the stands. Her sister Lydia, the sheriff, and Dunbar's best friend Mason were already there.

"Hey", suddenly she was stopped by a light unobtrusive touch on the elbow, forcing her to turn her head, "at least tell me your name, beautiful stranger. I'm Brett, by the way".

"Y/N," she admitted, pleased with the effect. "My name is Y/N".

[mmoosen]

100 followers fun!

Pop sensation Nolan hires new werewolf bodyguards, including intimidating buff Brett, because his ex is making threats. Nolan doesn’t like Brett at first because Brett throws his bratty attitude back while Brett loves fucking with Nolan to make him blush. Fun banter shifts into sexual tension incredibly fast, and Nolan has to inform his manager he wants to fuck Brett to make sure it would be allowed. A couple months later, Nolan and Brett are dating behind the scenes, spending nights on the road in the tiny trailer, as Nolan is trying to write Brett love songs on the sly.

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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!

[kupwrites]

The Best Kind of Revenge

Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Twink!Femboy!Reader

TW: Top Brett, Bottom Reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, locker room sex, wall sex, sorta size kink, puppy kink, degrading, and praising

Liam and Brett did not get along.

Sure they could be civil and work together to get rid of whatever supernatural threat popped up next.

Sure they could be civil and work together to get rid of whatever supernatural threat popped up next.

But Brett still wanted revenge and he knew the best way to do so.

Liam’s brother.

He was tiny framed and adorable, always wearing feminine clothes.

Brett, even before the whole coach’s car and revenge thing, had eyes for Liam’s brother.

The two had flirted before, never for long though. Liam had clearly told Y/N to stay away from him.

That didn’t stop the femboy from casually starting conversations before games and even after games for a couple of moments. Or from running his hands gently up Brett’s arms or standing quite a bit close to Brett.

So when Brett had Y/N pressed between his body and the wall of the boys’ locker room, there wasn’t much surprise.

The two feverishly kissed, Brett tightly gripped Y/N’s hip and Y/N had his hands tangled in Brett’s hair.

Y/N’s boxers already been taken off and Brett’s free hand worked him open.

Y/N let out a soft moan. Brett pushed his tongue into the smaller boy’s mouth.

Y/N pulled away for a moment, “Gotta be qui- ah, game’s soon.”

“I know,” Brett began littering kisses against his neck. “I know.”

Y/N titled his head to the side, letting Brett have better access to his neck. Brett sucked a good hickey, it was going to be dark and obvious.

Perfect.

Brett pulled his fingers out and Y/N whined.

“Aww don’t worry puppy,” Brett chuckled. “You’ll be filled like whore soon.”

“Brett,” Y/N whined again. It was cute.

Brett hoisted Y/N up by the back of his thighs, Y/N tightly wrapped his legs around Brett’s torso.

Brett pushed his shorts and boxers down. He spit on his hand and stroked himself a couple of times before lining his cock up with Y/N’s entrance.

“Will you hur-” Y/N started as Brett pushed in, they both moaned. “Fuck!”

Brett gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises, as he continued to push himself in.

“Please just fuck me already,” Y/N was demanding things now.

Brett did expect him to be a bit sassy, “Mmm, I could keep you like this, maybe wait for your brother to come in and see what a good little slut you are, what about that puppy?”

Y/N’s cock throbbed at Brett’s words and he was sure the werewolf knew how they effected him.

“You seem to enjoy that, you want your brother to see you spilt in half on my dick, you want your brother to see you being the perfect whore for me? Is that it, puppy?”

“Brett….”

Brett smirked at Y/N’s whiny tone. He tightened his grasp on Y/N’s adorably small frame and pulled out until only the head was in.

Brett slammed back into Y/N.

Y/n moaned and gripped onto Brett’s shoulders as Brett started pounding into him at a rapid pace.

“Fuck,” Brett groaned. “You’re so good for me, so good pup.”

Y/N only moaned and asked for more.

Brett was fucking addicting, slamming into Y/N and making his brain was turn to mush. He could barely form a single a sentence. Mostly singular words came from his mouth.

God if they didn’t do this again…

“Harder,” Y/N gasped.

Brett chuckled and changed his angle, slamming into Y/N’s prostate. Y/N cried out with pleasure.

“I can’t wait to do this again, puppy, fucking can’t wait when we have more time and I can take you apart,” Brett’s breath ghosting Y/N’s ear. “I’m going to make you the perfect toy for me, puppy, you’ll be so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Y/N muttered in response.

The sound of skin hitting skin bounced around the boys’ locker room and if anyone came close enough they could absolutely hear the two boys’ moans.

Brett held Y/N up with one arm and used the other to start stroking Y/N.

Fucking werewolf strength.

“Don’t- ah! Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Brett started kissing Y/N’s neck again as he fucked him.

The game was going to start any minute.

“Fuck, I’m so- I’m so close! Brett please!” Y/N started babbling.

“Come on, puppy,” Brett licked a strip up Y/N’s neck. “Show me how good of a slut you are.”

Only took a few more jerks and thrusts for Y/N cry out, orgasming hard.

“So good, puppy,” Y/N heard Brett say.

Brett came moments later, both riding out their highs for as long as possible.

With heavy breaths, Brett set Y/N down on his feet. Brett pulled his shorts back up and sank to his knees. He helped Y/N back in his boxers.

Brett used one hand to pull up the boxers and the other to push his cum back into Y/N.

Y/N gasped as the feeling.

“I’ll have to get a plug for you,” Brett stated, off handily. “Make sure my perfect toy can keep my cum for as possible.”

Y/N smirked, “Means there’s gonna be a next time?”

“Obviously.” Brett and Y/N kissed each other once again.

——

Brett arrived on the field a few minutes after the game started but, still, immediately got put in.

He had a face off with Liam. This was going amazingly.

“Scared that I’m gonna break you?” Liam taunted. “That why you’re late?”

“Nope,” Brett smirked. “I was just admiring your brother’s post orgasm face. It’s fucking hot.”

Liam growled, gripping his stick tightly. Brett laughed in his face.

He reacted the way Brett guess he would.

An absolute feral and pissed look on his face.

Despite not being able to hear the exchange on the field, Y/N knew he was now in deep shit with Liam.

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Part 2 out now :)

[websterss]

WORRY — BRETT TALBOT

REQUEST: You get hurt protecting Brett and Lori.

WARNING(S): Angst

WORD COUNT: 1,341

PAIRING: Brett Talbot x fem!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

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The front doorbell had caught Deaton’s attention from the back. The jingle alerted him someone entered the clinic. He knew he had to be cautious.

“We’re closed!” Deaton called out. Though the hushed whispers of voices were enough to pique his sudden interest. He walked back to the front desk and stopped upon seeing Satomi, along with the sight of you barely holding onto Brett’s neck as he tried to keep you upright. All your shoes squeaked from the water. Lori was on your right, letting you lean some of your weight against her.

There was a loud heavy pour outside. It had been raining.

“Satomi. It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wish it was under better circumstances.” Satomi looked back at you. Black blood spilled past your lips.

Deaton opened the little gate door to let you all pass through towards the examination room. Deaton immediately cleared the center metal table and informed Brett to place you on top of it. You began to panic not wanting to be out of his hold. Your eyes grew big as you reached out for him.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. I’m here.” Brett pushed you back down gently. 

“Y/n I’m going to need you to relax okay? It will make it harder if you struggle.” Deaton looked down at you. “What was she poisoned with?”

“It’s Wolfsbane. She was hit with a bullet.” Brett said.

“Wolfsbane. I thought so.” Deaton grimaced. “Well I’ll need to get it out of her system before-“ You interrupted him as you let the silver bullet clatter onto the table. Deaton stared at the bullet speechless. Brett let his mouth hang open.

“I-I already…took care of it.” You said in labored breaths. Then you fainted. Your head fell back on the table with a tiny bang.

“Very well then…” Deaton gave a tight-lipped smile to the three of them, then turned his back to search for the thing he needed. He faced the group again and lit the blowtorch up.

“Woah woah woah. What are you gonna do with that?” Brett stood up straighter, as he eyed the flames burning fast.

“Well seeing as I’m left with no other choice.” Deaton edged the torch closer to you. “I have to burn it out of her.”

“Satomi?” Brett looked to her for reassurance.

“Deaton knows what he’s doing. It’ll be alright Brett.” She nodded.

Brett looked back to Deaton and then to you.

“You might wanna hold her down.”

Brett swallowed thickly before pressing his hands on your body. Satomi and Lori followed suit. The second the flame touched your skin. Your eyes sprung open. Glowing yellow, as the pain became too much. You pushed against the hands holding you down but they only kept pushing harder.

“Hold her!”

“We’re trying!” Brett yelled.

You roared out in agony as the ache grew and grew. It didn’t take long till your body gave out and you fell unconscious again.

-

“Is she gonna be alright?” Lori asked him.

“Her wounds appear to be healing now. Slowly, but healing.” All eyes drifted down to you. Your chest rose and fell with each inhale of breath you took.

“She pushed us out of the way.” Lori held her arm. She was distraught. You were suffering because of them. You had pushed them out of the way when the blast of a gun rang out. It hit you when it should’ve hit one of them. “It should’ve been one of us lying here.”

Brett placed a hand on her shoulder rubbing it back and forth for comfort. “She saved us. Half the pack got away but most of them weren’t so lucky. I told her to run, but she stayed back with me.” Brett recalled what had happened to you.

“What the hell are you doing? I told you to run!” Brett held you at arm's length.

“Well, you should’ve told me to do something else. When are you going to learn that I’m not going to listen to every word you say in this relationship.” You sputtered as the water got into your mouth. Your hair stuck to your face. You blinked rapidly, it was hard to see in the dark, but it grew more difficult with the heavy downpour. “I mean some of the shit you say is really stupid-” Brett cupped your face.

“Shut up.” Then leaned down to press his lips against yours. He pulled back slowly before giving you a once-over. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift from his chest to his face, then to his shoulders. No signs of injury. “Where’s Lori?” You looked behind you to see her standing a few feet away. “Lori?” You inched closer, but Brett put his hand out to you.

“Lori you alright?” He asked her. He stepped forward and laid a hand on her shoulder. Once he saw past her shoulder he realized why she stood so still. A red dot was aimed at her chest. Brett quickly pushed her behind him, blocking her view from it. 

“Brett…” You stepped closer seeing two more red dots inch their way up their bodies from the ground. “Move.” You risked another step. “Brett, move!” That’s when the blast rang out. You had shoved your body into their sides causing a domino effect. The bullet had made its hit, but it didn’t meet its right target. You groaned feeling pain shoot up your system. 

“Y/n!” Brett quickly helped you up. “Can you walk?” One shake of your head was enough to have him hoist you onto his back. Lori running in front of you two. “Lori go!”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary to watch one of your own get hurt every now and then. It came with life as a werewolf, the path some of you were born into. Satomi had restored what little hope you had when she found you. She saved your life. You owed her everything, and now there she stood brushing back the hairs on your face, watching your face contort in discomfort. You were in pain, and the black veins running up her arm were enough to show for it. You were one of her own. She took you in after you and your parents were on the run. You were given the chance to keep running, but it came with the cost of your parents stopping and fighting back. Satomi found you hiding in fear in a cave. She offered herself as a friend, a mentor. As an alpha. She made sure you weren’t alone.

It was rare to see Satomi show any other emotion. Her expression remained mostly stoic and reserved. Strength and anger is what most came across, but it was moments like these that Satomi let her guard down in front of her betas. She let a tear shed and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“We got her here in time, Satomi. She’s okay.” Brett spared his alpha a glance. “Besides you know how she is, she’ll be back to herself in no time, begging you to make your beef stew tomorrow.” Brett’s eyes crinkled at the thought. It brought a smile to Satomi’s face.

Satomi had let her head fall down. She spared your unconscious state a glance every now and then. She strained her ears enough to hear the slow rhythmic pattern of your heart beating. It was still there. It was enough to bring her some comfort.

“Her heart is slow.” Satomi frowned.

“But it’s still beating. That’s all that matters.” Brett put his hands out and placed it on top of hers. 

“I don’t know if I can’t take losing any more of you.” Satomi looked up at Brett and Lori.

“You’re not. Besides, we got Scott’s help now. This Deadpool will be over before you know it.” Brett offered a bit of peace of mind to his alpha, but even she knew that things were never going to be truly over. Not with the life you all lived.

“Let’s hope so, my dear boy.”

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Brett Talbot x Reader

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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.

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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