Ik Over Here On Sems Diarie™️ We Like To Get Rawed And That’s Great But Let’s Talk About Kissing

SOME OF YOU ALL DONT REALIZE THAT:

ushijima wakatoshi has the softest and most tender lips,,,, he's literally a human heater and you can just melt right into his kisses while the entire world becomes blur,,,, one of his hands is on your waist, while the other is on your jaw, holding it steady as you're kissing him,,,,, and then his hand gets tangled in your hair,,,, toshi does have the most passionate kisses,,, you can tell by the way his lips collide with yours and how his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth,,,,, and there is no place you'd rather be other than toshi’s arms,,,,,

oh my god i really am going to DIE without ever meeting ushijima??? fuck this

hiraeth ♡ lee minho

♡ genre; angsty, vv angsty

♡ pairing(s); gn!reader x minho ft. comforting chan

♡ word count; 1k

♡ description; hiraeth (n.); a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.

♡ notes; i cried multiple times while writing this. lino is my baby don’t touch me:( starts below the cut! i don’t expect this to do well bc it’s so old but hhhh

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“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.

day6_kisstheradio: 🌙 210426 <Challenge! SKZ> Today’s punishment🤍 #LeeKnow “Sakuranbo* tough version” (feat. #Seungmin who was having so much fun he started singing but ends his work really quickly) #KissTheRadio #Day6KissTheRadio #StrayKids #리노 #승민

[*T/N: the Sakuranbo/さくらんぼ challenge is a Tik Tok challenge (さくらんぼ = cherry blossom).]

translation credit: Admin Bundlino @ straykidsupdate; please take out with full credit

how they fuck.

CHARACTERS. sakusa, bokuto, matsukawa, kyōtani, iwaizumi, hanamaki, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima, hinata, sugawara, daichi, yachi, kenma, kuroo, goshiki, aran, osamu.

WARNINGS. smut. f!reader mainly but some can be gn! or m!reader. individual warnings for each video.

NOTE. i had these saved from my 600 follower event and wanted to do something with them, and then i saw something like this for mha and wanted to do my own for hq. i really hope all the links work or this is gonna be awkward bc i didnt check...

literally just nsfw twitter vids with short drabbles.

sakusa hovering over you with his hand around your neck, slapping your cheeks as he degrades you and tells you how much of a fucking slut you are.

tw: one face slap. choking.

bokuto after being away for almost a month because of volleyball, telling you how much he needs you as he fucks the both of you into overstimulation.

tw: overstimulation probably. a bunch of cum.

matsukawa tying you up and overstimulating you until you’re crying, begging for him to put his thick cock in you already.

tw: gag. blindfold. bondage i guess.

kyoutani holding you down as he thrusts into you, telling you to never flirt with his teammates again because you belong to him, right before he pulls out and cums all over you to mark you as his.

tw: rough sex. blindfold. face slapping.

iwaizumi teaching you a lesson for teasing him all day, rubbing up against him in front of his friends, touching him and yourself after he repeatedly told you not to. he was going to make you regret testing him, but first, he’s going to fuck you dumb until not a single thought forms in your pretty little head.

tw: rough sex. manhandling. face and pussy slapping. fingering. squirting.

hanamaki letting you ride him to your heart’s content, admiring the sight before him as he tells you how beautiful you are as you cum around his cock for the nth time.

tw: soft sex. nothing really.

kageyama taking his post-game energy out on you as he pulls on your hair and massages your tits, hoping seeing you cum for the nth time will finally tire him out.

tw: a little hair pulling, that’s it though.

kageyama feeling his face turn red at the sound of you chuckling lowly, calling him a good boy as he cums, his release dripping down your breasts.

tw: tit fucking.

yamaguchi cumming after you pull your hands away, whining and whimpering at the smile that comes over your face at how fucked out he looks from your simple touches.

tw: handjob.

yamaguchi rubbing his cock against your cunt before slowly sliding into you, listening to you praise him as he tries to hold off from cumming too soon, knowing this reward of you allowing him to set the pace would only last so long.

tw: soft sex. nothing else i don’t think.

tsukishima slowly down when you get close, running his hands all over your body as he tells you how dirty you are for liking the way his hand hits your ass, only to praise you for taking what he gives you so well.

tw: a little hair pulling. one spank.

hinata fucking his hand to the thought of you, knowing he’d be punished for it later, but traveling for volleyball and being away from you for so long is really starting to take a toll on him, and he needs some sort of release sooner or later… you understand, right?

tw: male masturbation.

sugawara surprising you by giving you permission to ride him, telling you that you can set the pace for once, but he can only keep his promise for so long before he’s thrusting up into you, praising you for being so good for him as he fucks you into overstimulation.

tw: not rough but fast (?) LMFAO. a little spank at the end (not really though).

daichi not being able to keep his hands off you when he sees you cooking in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and fucking his cock into you, letting himself use your body until he can’t anymore.

tw: rough sex. some spanking.

daichi sending you a video while you’re away on a trip for work, showing you just how much he needs you knowing you can’t do anything about it but wait patiently, his strict rule of not touching yourself without permission ringing in the back of your mind as you rub your legs together.

tw: male masturbation. a fuck ton of cum.

yachi crying underneath you as you stuff her full of your strap, spanking her ass every once in a while just to hear her cute whines about it being too much, but you know deep down this is exactly what she wants.

tw: sex toys (a strap).

kenma letting you ride him because he knows how needy you are, but making you go slow so he can focus on his game, ignoring your pleads for more as he reminds you who’s in charge.

tw: nothing i don’t think.

kenma palming your tits as you let out little whimpers for more, trailing his hand down your stomach to rub your clit, telling you to ignore him and continue playing on your phone as he touches you teasingly.

tw: nothing.

kuroo making you face away from him, telling you if you make him cum that maybe, just maybe he’ll let you turn around and see his pretty face. he keeps his hand on your ass, slapping it when you slow down or get close to your orgasm, reminding you that you can’t cum until he does.

tw: mmm nothing again.

telling goshiki he can touch himself as much as he wants while you’re away at work, but he’s not allowed to cum or you’ll punish him. so he does as you say, pinching his sensitive nipples as he whines for more, hoping and praying this would be enough to satisfy him until you get home.

tw: use of toys (dildo).

goshiki humping his pillow until he gets close, whining and moaning as he fucks his hand and cums all over his stomach. he knows it’s not enough, it’s never enough, he needs you but you’re not here, so this is the best he’s going to get until you can take care of your poor little boy.

tw: male masturbation. pillow humping.

aran coming home from a game to see you touching yourself in his favorite pair of lingerie without his permission. he’s on you before you know it, quickly thrusting into you at the pace he wants, knowing it’s too much for you, but ultimately not caring—you disobeyed him, what did you expect?

tw: rough sex.

osamu holding you in his arms as you shake from the intense orgasm he just gave you before reminding you that you’re not done until he cums. he rubs his hands up and down your soft body, calming you down before he makes you ride him.

tw: rough sex. choking.

—i don’t want to regret the way i lived.

happy birthday, Yuuji!  ✧  03. 20

(190620) han, side effects

he’s so gorgeous and for what cr. dwellingsouls

hyunjin :: miroh @ mnet kingdom

Not sure if I’m doing this right, but here’s my request for your Valentine’s Day event! I read your previous ones and they’re so great 😍

Can I please request the “smiling into a kiss” for Nanami, adding that Gojou and Yuuji/the other kids walk in and sees?

Female reader please 🥰

Thanks for requesting! 😊💕 I hope you enjoy!

Note: Some suggestive comments and memories.

• • •

Nanami + “smiling into a kiss” + others walk in

When you see Nanami’s text, you wave at Gojo to get his attention. He’s currently holding court on a nearby couch, bragging to the first years about how much chocolate he receives each year on Valentine’s Day. Only Yuuji seems to be paying attention, while Nobara scrolls on her phone and Megumi looks painfully bored.

“I need to step out for a minute. Feel free to start the lesson without me.”

Gojo lazily shoos you away. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your kiddos out of trouble.”

The “kiddos” in question, the Jujutsu Tech second years, turn in eerie unison to give him a collectively-disparaging look.

“Oi,” Maki grumbles. “Are you actually going to teach today, or just talk about your imaginary girlfriends?”

You miss Gojo’s affronted response as you slip outside and find Nanami waiting for you on the front steps, a carefully-wrapped bento box in his hand.

“You forgot your lunch this morning,” he chides, but his words are soft.

“I can’t feel too bad,” you say, offering him a bright smile, “because now I get to see you. Working late today?”

“Not if I can help it.” His voice is serious as he readjusts his glasses. “I’ve made very important plans.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Nanami’s free hand tenses at his side, resisting the urge to touch you. He generally avoids public displays of affection, even now, after you’ve managed to somewhat weaken his resolve over these past six months. Private ones, however, are an entirely different story...

“You said you didn’t want to go out for Valentine’s Day. So, we’ll cook dinner together at my place. I’ll buy groceries on the way home. We can listen to some music —”

“Your smooth jazz playlist?” you tease.

“— open a bottle of wine...” He keeps talking, ignoring your jest with a wry smile. “You could probably use a back massage.”

You sigh happily at the prospect of his deft hands kneading the tension from your muscles. “You’re too good to me.”

“No such thing.” He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And after that...”

You know that look in his eyes. It reminds you of things you definitely should not be thinking about during the workday.

“We can sleep in tomorrow,” you murmur. “Wake up late...”

“You’re terrible.”

“For suggesting that we relax?”

Nanami looks mildly exasperated. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“I know, I know... I’m a foul temptress.”

“Among other things.”

You laugh. “But don’t lie to me, Nanami Kento. I know you were thinking the same thing.”

He reaches out, fingers sweeping across your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw down to your mouth. “I used to have rules, you know.”

“Don’t worry. You still do.” You tilt your head down just enough for your lips to brush against his fingertips. “You just bend them a little more these days.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, grasping your chin before kissing you. It’s soft and tender, a hint of more to come later this evening.

“Senseeeei, we need your — WHOA!”

Nanami flinches at the sound of Yuuji’s voice and quickly pulls away. The look on his face is a priceless combination of shock, embarrassment, and annoyance, and you try — and fail — to hold back a laugh.

When you turn around, you see that Yuuji, Nobara, and Gojo are crowding around one another in the doorway. While Yuuji looks astounded, Nobara looks smug, and Gojo is clapping his hands together.

“Do it again!” he cheers, and you can feel Nanami bristling behind you.

Nobara vanishes, shouting, “Panda! You owe me 1,000 yen!”

And Yuuji, having shaken off the initial surprise, looks back and forth between you and Nanami with a wide, bright smile. “I didn’t know you were together! So cute! Nanamin has a girlfriend!”

But then his expression abruptly shifts to one of fear, and Gojo grabs his shoulders, pulling him back toward safety. “We’ll just... leave you two lovebirds alone! Nothing to see here...” 

You wonder just how terrifying Nanami looks, looming behind you. But by the time you turn around, he merely looks tired, pinching the bridge of his nose with a long sigh.

“Has your reputation been ruined?”

He shakes his head. “This is why —”

“— you keep your work and personal life separate, I know. It makes sense.” You take the bento box from him, allowing your fingers to slide over his in a small, comforting gesture.

“That being said,” he continues, gazing at you fondly, “I’d be lying if I said I completely regretted it. What have you done to me?”

“Stolen your heart. No big deal.” You wink at him, inspiring a huff of laughter in response.

“You’re impossible.”

And you know he means it in the best way — that you’re the one thing in his life he never could have expected, an impossible wish that somehow came true, taking him by complete surprise.

When he first explained it to you, the two of you were tangled in your bedsheets, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, your fingers threaded through his soft hair, which smelled like your shampoo. It was so late it was early, and his lips had been loosened by exhaustion and contentment, mumbling pure poetry into your ear as sleep slowly overtook you.

Now, you reach out and squeeze his hand. “I love you, too, Kento.”

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