#he does rely on u. and u weren't there. god.

[vigilskept]

i knew it was going to be rough, but choosing to save minrathous over treviso as rook de riva is actually brutal

[wdwmarveldisney]

Can u please do a sorta isaac lahey imagine where y/n is a born werewolf and she has been best friends with Scott and stiles their whole life’s like they are her brothers and she was friends with isaac before the bite maybe she was tutoring him and they were kinda close and she was always there for him and after he got the bite she was his anchor and he always flirted and they kissed a couple times and at the end of season 2 they were dating and they are really happy and stuff but then the thing with isaac and Allison happens and obviously they break up y/n pretends it doesn’t bother her but it obviously does and isaac kinda regrets it like y/n is his anchor, someone who was always there for him and he still cares and loves her and is still super protective of her when Aiden flirts with her (much to her annoyance) and anyway they are fighting the onis and she dies instead of Allison and maybe she does die in Scott’s arms ya know casue he is like her brother and it’s just peoples reactions to her death (sorry it’s long just wanted backstory)

Memories

Isaac Lahey x reader

Summary: When you pass, all Isaac can think about is you, good and bad.

Masterlist

A/N: Ok so you put people’s reactions but it’s just basically Isaac’s so I hope that’s okay.

GIF isn’t mine

It didn't hurt. It didn't hurt when the sword was shoved into your stomach, you made sure to tell Scott that as he tried to take your pain. It didn't hurt as you struggled to breath and it didn't hurt as you told him to tell Stiles not to blame himself. It didn't hurt when you tried to explain to him to tell Isaac that you still love him. You just felt numb and cold and disappointed. Disappointed that you had been so busy trying save Isaac that you got yourself killed. Disappointed that you weren't good enough to save yourself. And disappointed in yourself that you had let so many people down.

But the point is that it didn't hurt. That's what everyone kept telling Isaac. That you weren't in pain in your last moments, that you smiled at Scott and spoke to him like you always did. Isaac couldn't see it like that because he watched the way you fell into Scott arms and he watched you cry as you spoke and he watched you fall limp in one of your best friend's, your brother's arms. How could that not be painful?

Isaac had always had pain in his life, he had always known how to handle it. But not now. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was suffocating in the silence and memories that you could've shut out if you were still here. And he blamed himself because if he was better, stronger, then you wouldn't have been so focused on saving him. The worst part was he didn't feel like he deserved it. He wasn't worth you dying for him, no matter how much you would've argued with him about it. He had hurt you, he'd spent all his time with you relying on you and then he went ahead and he just left you and you still stayed by his side. You were his anchor for god's sake! You had just understood why he broke up with you, you stayed by his side and the only time he heard you complain about everything was when he got protective when Aiden flirted. And he gave you up? Why would he do that?

What he never got was why you didn't heal. You were born a werewolf, helped him through it all when he first became a beta. You could've healed, he knew you could've, you had to been able to. Yes the injury was bad, ok a lot worst then bad, but that had to be a way for you to survive, he was just too late. Isaac was beating himself up over it all, smashing up a bunch of stuff as he cried and screamed and grieved. All he could think about was you.

Like the first time you met. You'd been assigned to tutor him and he said he couldn't do after schools so you went to the library at lunch instead. The two of you went over maths and physics, in the areas he struggled with most and you couldn't stop making jokes and smiling so wide he swore you hurt yourself. You'd pull funny faces at times and you wouldn't get mad when he didn't understand, you'd nod at his frustration and try to find another way to explain. The two of you just clicked, Isaac never being one to trust but with you, he felt like he could tell you most things and he'd feel so much better.

He remembered when he found out you were his anchor. How you jumped excitedly when he managed to control himself and when you asked about his anchor and he just shrugged and lied through his teeth saying it was his anger. He had watched you with this dopey smile that Derek had told him to get rid of because you just looked so perfect and he couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have you in his life.

Or he thought about your first kiss. The two of you had been friends for a while and he'd started up flirting with you ever since he turned for the first time. You'd immediately flirted back and Isaac went crazy just thinking about the small wink you did or the way you'd grin proudly at getting him flustered. And one time you winked at him and the two of you were so close and he could feel this urge but he fought it but then he was shocked because your lips were on his and all he could do was stand there like a total idiot and when you pulled away and started apologising, he could only reach up and touch his lips because you kissed him and then he’d realise he’s left you there thinking it’s a wrong move and just smashes his lips you yours and you just kinda melt into it and it’s just this explosion of emotions. He’d never forget it.

He also couldn’t stop thinking about when you got together. How both of you were awkwardly walking together. You both had the same plan but neither were ready to start until you had just suddenly blurted it out. And he was so relieved because thank god you wanted him too. So he’d practically shout yes and then sheepishly repeat it as almost a whisper and you just seemed to melt right on the spot as you kissed him quick and made your way to your class.

He could never forget when you broke up. You’d brought pizza over to him when he texted saying you needed to talk because early on in your friendship it was established as a comfort food and so that tradition carried on. He remembered the way your face fell when he said he wanted to break up, remembered how you bit your lip to stop the tears when he brought Allison. Remembered how you told him that it was fine, that he couldn’t help it. Remembered how you laughed through tears and how the next day you’d seemed perfectly okay. He could recall your exact expression of fake happiness and hidden dread and how you continued on with being his friend as if the two of you never dated.

He couldn’t stop thinking about when he realised just how big of an idiot he was to let you go. He had called you but it went straight to voicemail and so he left a message. You’d shown up the next morning and practically screamed at him with tears streaking down your face because he couldn’t just do that. He couldn’t break your heart, leave it a couple of weeks and expect all to be brand new and ready for him to play with again. He explained how he wasn’t trying to play with your heart and that he knew he was wrong to text but he just needed you.

He remembered you said you’d work on it. That you weren’t back together but there may be a second chance. He remembered how you said you weren’t completely ready to be any of that with him and how you hadn’t fully got over it all. He felt like he let you done and he felt like you’d never forgive him and then a few hours later, you’re dead and he’s alone and in pain again. And he’s never going to see you again and that enough to kill him. He can’t live without you, you just completed him so perfectly he wondered if soulmates were a real thing. You had understood him in a way no one else could and you’d even defend his scarves with this cute little pout and he’d have to hold you close to just get rid of it.

But now you were gone and the only stupid and useless closure he had was it wasn’t painful.

[ditttiii]

sugar sweet! || ksj (m.) || ♡

↣ pairing: kim seokjin x reader (established relationship)

↣ genre: FILTH, pwp, smut with sprinkles of fluff & humor (bcoz let’s be real, kim seokjin would be the best.boyfriend.ever). Long story short, it’s explicit, nsfw and not for minors. 

↣ warnings:  use of restraints (tied hands), food play, edging, fingering, oral, food being used in ways it shouldn’t be (this is fiction, do not bring anything that has sugar close to your coochie, it ain’t a good idea), blindfolded & restrained reader, drool-play (someone spits in someone’s mouth), cunnilingus, top!seokjin, (kinda)dom!jin? (he’s sweet about it), language.

↣ wordcount: 2.7k

↣ summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡

Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it! (it’s porn y’all there is no summary)

↣ A/N: Hellu yes! i m back from d deepest pits of hell to write more smut that nobody asked for. this was written for purely selfish reasons and because i love the living daylights out of the one who goes by WWH (eff ya bighit for doing my man dirty with the remix), so here have some delicious, sticky, sweet smut!!

also written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ event hosted by @thebtswritersclub​. the member i picked was seokjinniee and my sense was taste. (was being the keyword, bcoz this shit snowballed into covering almost all other senses acjahjasb. what is pacing? thee does not knouu) anywhooo, i hope u enjoy this silly, sinful read and i ll meet u at end with a bottle (or barrel; watevr u need) of holy water!!

(the read more tag starts now coz we a hoe from the get go~)

You shiver when you feel the coldness of the chocolate syrup spread over your torso. Biting your lip, you let your toes curl as the liquid spreads over your skin, smoothens and slides from the dip of your clavicle to the swell of your breasts. Breath hitching, you moan out softly when the syrup spreads down to your belly, where your boyfriend swirls it around with his finger before said finger dips into your navel and you arch. 

 Sensing the liquid sliding down because of your position, Seokjin tuts and pushes you back down. "Stay." He commands, the usual jovial voice, deepening into something darker, more sinful and you nod, biting down a whine. If you were in any other situation, you'd have retorted that you aren't a dog, but something about Jin's dominating persona in bed always has you going quiet, yielding. 

 "God, you look appetizing love," 

 You whimper when you feel him inch closer to your skin, the soft puff of exhales tickling your skin and warming the blood that races through your veins. With a blindfold over your eyes, your vision is dark with the only thing that you can rely on being your other scenes. The flavoured, sweet fragrance that wafts upto your nose is what tells you that it's chocolate syrup. Considering how much Jin adores sweets, it doesn't really come as a surprise to you. 

 The first touch of his lips has your breath catching, fists clenching from where they are tied against the headboard. Hands tied, eyes covered, every little peck and glide of his tongue leaves you aching, the sensation somehow more potent than usual, and you squirm as the heat in between your legs, grows. 

 The sharp edges of his teeth scrape against the skin of the column of your neck, before he softly bites your collarbone, tongue slipping out and licking the chocolate syrup pooled in the hollow, after.   

 The minty, fresh scent of his freshly shampooed hair reaches you, and it's as though even with your eyes shut close, you can picture Jin leaning over you. You see behind your closed lids, as his broad shoulder cages you in, droplets of water trickling down from his wet strands to his defined chest, before they drop down on you, warm with his body heat, and slide down your skin to the sheets below.  

 "Jinnn..." You moan out, and in response, he moves from your neck to capture your lips. Full, soft lips caress yours, and you strain against the handcuffs, itching to run your hands through his silky, long strands. When his lips part, you blindly chase them, back-arching and figure growing taut as you shift to have his soft, sweet lips around yours.

 "Shush...let me take care of you okay?" His soft voice whispers to you, long fingers caressed from years of playing the guitar, cupping your cheeks, and angling your face closer to him. With trembling lips, you mumble out an equally soft, "okay," before his lips capture yours again. The remnant taste of the chocolate syrup on his lips is sweet, sticky and your lips part, tongue coaxing itself into his mouth and tasting the chocolate inside. Your tongue slides against his, gliding, tasting, every inch of his moist cavern, and you moan when his plush lips take your lower lip between them, sucking in the soft flesh. 

 Jin's breath over your skin is warm and moist, faintly smelling of his mint toothpaste, and somehow all of it's enough. The fragrance of his shampoo, the feel of his breath, the stray water droplets over your skin, the slightly rough material of his towel in between your thighs—all of it's somehow enough to make up for your lack of vision. 

 His long, lithe fingers dance down your sides, and in response, a soft mewl peals through the back of your throat. His lips make their way down your soft curves, tongue swirling around your erect nipple before his lips lock around it and suck. 

 Gasping, you curl your fingers around the headboard as the sensation shoots heat straight down to your core, wetness pooling out of you. Every lick, pull, graze of his lips combined with his teeth and tongue against your peaks has your back arching, the knot of pure heat and need in your belly tightening, as your breaths grow shallower, exhales breaking and turning into hitches. 

 He nuzzles his nose over your ribs, tongue peeking out and licking the last drops of syrup left, and the tickle of his long hair over your skin, after the soft, slightly moist feel of his tongue, has you squirming, and you rise to grind yourself against him. But the hand he has over your belly pushes you back down. 

 Huffing, your lips part to complain, but before a word can slip out, two of his fingers slip inside, and you moan. The slightly rough pads of his fingertips glide over your tongue, and the sweet taste of chocolate blooms over your taste buds. When his fingers drag out of your mouth, sliding and pressing the lower lip in, warm trails of your saliva follow, from your mouth down to your belly button.

 Biting, he sucks the skin right over your navel, and you arch, knowing full well that soon a bruise is going to bloom over the abused skin. The slight sting mixed with the pleasure of having his tongue dip into your navel, has you crying out, head tipping back. 

 "Ji...jin," you gasp out brokenly when the cold syrup slides down against the side of your thighs, and over the sensitive skin of the juncture where your legs meet your soaking heat. 

 Bucking, you squeak when one of his fingers suddenly circles your soaking heated opening, slowly caressing the folds, before it curls around the bundle of nerves above. Thick, warm arousal coating his fingertips as he rubs your clit. Slow, soft, lazy strokes push your trembling body to the edge, the knot in your belly tightening and curling, as it gets ready to snap, but before you can reach your high, Jin's moving away, and you whine at the loss of his touch. 

 As soon as he leaves, the coldness of the room hits your naked body like a dozen tiny sharp needles, and you shiver, legs clamping closed, as you pull your knees to your chest to keep warm. 

 "You alright there love?" Jin asks from somewhere a few meters away, and you groan, "fucking tease."

 "Aishhh," he tuts playfully, the pads of his steps against the floor, announcing his approaching figure before you feel his soft breath hit your face again. "Weren't you planning on cursing less?" 

 "I was, but then you decided to act like a fucki—mmph!"

 "Aish, such a dirty mouth, for such a nice girl." He sighs, nose inching closer and nuzzling against yours, something pressed tight over your closed lips. "Ah, I'll have to clean it again. Oh well come on now, open up love," His low voice coos at you, and warily you part your lips just a little. At the feel of something slightly rough against your tongue, you squeak; lips clamping shut quick as you push your head back into the mattress below. 

 "Love?"

 Grunting, you shake your head, face turning to the other side and away from your boyfriend, in refusal. While you trust Jin with your life, he has in the past also made you eat some very questionable things, and there is no way in hell that you are trusting his food choices with a blindfold on. Sighing at your stubbornness, he moves whatever it was that was pushing against your lips, and you breathe an almost silent sigh of relief.

 Relief that very rapidly turns to wariness when the same hand instead travels lower, near to your dripping heat. The ridges of your boyfriend's bony knuckles softly caressing your skin on the way down. 

 Squealing, you clamp your legs shut, but he is quicker, and before you can push your legs close all the way, his hand slides down and cups your dripping pussy, the roughness of something unknown pushing against your throbbing clit. 

 "Jin!" You admonish, back straining to distance yourself from his hand. 

 "You really don't trust me enough love," You hear the pout in his voice, and you almost want to reassure him, but suddenly he is pushing his hand closer to your wet heat, and something in his hand crushes under the force. You hear it in the soft 'squelch' that resounds after and feel it in the way something spurts against your pussy, instantly wetting your already oozing heat, as juices cover your folds and thighs. 

 "Shit! Jin! What the hell—"

 Mid curse your words, however, get caught in your throat, because the next second, his soft, plush lips are replacing his hand as his tongue licks the juices away. A broken moan rips out of your chest, your neck tipping back, face turning to the side until you feel the slightly cooler sheets against your flushed cheek. 

 His lips, lock around your clit, something between them pushing against your nerves, before it disappears, only for more juice to pool out from in between Jin's cushiony lips a second later and over to your leaking slit. 

 The liquid mixed with your arousal slides down your clit and to your opening. But before it can reach the end, your boyfriend's skilled tongue slips out and licks it dry, in one long stroke. The obscene, wet slurping sound reaches your ears, resulting in even more heat being pooled into your belly, as your core grows impossibly wetter. 

 Your walls clench around nothing, arousal oozing out with every single flick of Jin's tongue against your folds and every gentle suck of his lips around your clit, until you are a writhing, panting mess. The knot is so so tight, and you're almost there, but you just need that last little push—

 And before you can complete that train of incoherent thought, you are keening, back arching off the bed, as two of Jin's long, crooked fingers delve inside, your walls clamping down instantly and gripping him tightly, as they try to pull him further in. 

 Sweat beads across your skin, low over your back, and you shiver, the coldness of the room combined with your boyfriends' ministrations, causing shivers to race down your spine. 

 "Jesus, ohmygod, Jin, oh god, please..I..ah!"

 Your words die on your red, abused lips, tongue growing heavy as his fingers find your g-spot and caress it, fingers teasing the soft, sensitive spot over and over until you can no longer handle the onslaught, and with a strangled cry, you hit your peak. 

 Hands straining against the restraints until the skin under starts burning, your eyes under closed lids clench, as your entire body gets rammed with waves upon waves of undiluted pleasure. Toes curling, and fingers curving around the headrest, your figure grows taut like a string drawn too tight, as electricity zaps down your spine and leaves you trembling. 

 Chest tight with lack of breath, when you finally inhale, it's with a twitching, spent figure. 

 "I would never hurt you, baby, you should know that by now," Jin says, his voice soft and breathy, as his fingers tuck a few sweaty strands that were plastered against your face behind your ear. 

 "I do! Of course, I do, it's just...," your spent, soft voice trails off as you try to think of a way to tell your boyfriend that while you trust him, the same could not be said for his food choices. 

 "Well, now I am hurt," This time you clearly hear the pout in his voice, and you have to bite back an amused grin. 

 Kim Seokjin is nothing if not theatrical and extra. 

 "Well...," you tail off, before continuing, "I could make it up to you, free my hands, and I'll show you just how sorry I am?" 

 Despite how you hear Jin's breath hitch at the change in your tone, words dripping with innuendo and unadulterated lust for him, he still doesn't free you. Clearly he’s using whatever last speck of self-restraint and control he has in him, to not give in. 

 "Make it up to me now, tell me, what was it that you so rudely refused to eat?" 

 Your brows furrow, as you open your mouth only to clamp it shut again. Too wary of your boyfriend's food choices, you hadn't really allowed yourself to taste or smell whatever it was. The only knowledge that you have is that whatever that 'thing' was, it was juicy.

 'Yep, really narrowed it down. genius.'  

 Tamping down the sarcastic voice in your head, you say, "I didn't really taste it?" 

 Words meek and tone confused, your statement ends up being more of a question. 

 Jin 'tutts' again, and you are tempted to hit him in the knee for being such a drama queen, but then refrain yourself from following through with the urge.

 "Well I guess it can't be helped then," You hear him say, before one of his thumbs curls around your lower lip, over your teeth and pries your mouth open. 

 Feeling his faint breath on your face, you try to breathe in to see if maybe you can get a whiff of something that way, but he is still too far away, and the overpowering fragrance of his shampoo drowns out any lingering traces of another scent. 

 When you feel his thumb dig into the soft underside of your mouth, your tongue unconsciously seeks it out and licks the digit, laving it in your spit. 

 Jaw locked in place, you feel Jin's body heat curl around you as he hovers before something wet touches your lip. Tongue peeking out, you swipe it across your bottom lip and sense something wet and viscous against your buds? 

 Wait a fucking minute—

 "If I didn't love you as much as I do, I would have run for the fucking hills, you kinky bastard." 

 Jin huffs, "Yeah well too late, now tell me, what was it?"

 "Bossy kinky bas—Ouch! You pinched me!"

 "And you cursed, you asked me to pinch you every time you curse remember? I am just being a loving, doting, helpful boyfriend,"

 Snorting, you grumble under your breath, “helpful my ass,” before your tongue sneaks out to lick your lip again. 

 All the back and forth between you two had taken too long, and now you couldn't taste anything, whatever traces of the flavour were left in his spit, were evidently washed away by your gulps. 

 "Do it again." You insist. 

 "And you say I am the kinky one," 

 "Jin, I swear to all things holy if you make one more smartass—"

 Not waiting for you to finish, Jin swoops down, his full lips gently capturing yours in a sweet, light kiss, his lips only softly brushing yours as he waits for you to take the lead. 

 And lead you take—biting his lower lip and pulling it before your tongue slips inside and finds his. 

 Letting you do whatever you want to, he just curls his tongue softly around yours. Tongue slipping into the underside of his, you instantly know what the thing, or well now that you know better, 'fruit' was. The sweet, tangy flavour of it is easily identifiable, and this close to you, his breath gives you the confirmation that you need. 

 Breaking the kiss, you lick your lip, wiping away the combined spit of you and Jin both, before you tilt your chin up and say, "Strawberry."

 Getting the answer that he had been looking for Jin hums before he leans down to peck your lips, hands coming up to untie the blindfold. 

 "You sure that's all you tasted?" He teases when your eyes finally squint open, and blushing you squeak out, "Kim Seokjin! You and your kinky ass—"

a/n:- i come bearing barells & bottles!! i hope you liked it ✨ please, validate me. Lol, and oooh have a good day ahead boobooo!!! (i m sleepy & thus unnecessarily affectionate)