LEE KNOW ✧ 自神 (스스로 ‘자’, 귀신 ‘신’) Ending Fairy

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).]

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i have a sort of fluffy idea, hopefully it translates right, how about some married au with iwaizumi? him and his s/o bicker sometimes and so on an outing with the other third years one day him and his s/o are bickering. how they react is up to you? thank u!!!

this CUTE i love husband iwa 

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There was just something in the air. 

It was thick. And tense. And your friends, who sat across the table from you and your husband, had no clue what to do about it. 

However, you and Iwaizumi had yet to notice something was wrong. Maybe it was because you two were the cause of the tension. 

Hajime was more than excited to have a night out, eat a good meal, and drink as much alcohol as he wanted while he caught up with two friends. 

You, however, just couldn’t let him do that. 

“I don’t know if whiskey is a good idea, Hajime,” you warned him after Mattsukawa and Hanamaki had offered a round.  

“Why not?” he asked with a sigh, not even bothering to look up at you from the menu. 

“I’d rather not have to carry you home,” you told him. “Plus, it’s your turn to play designated driver - I heard they have good margaritas here.” 

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, but you paid no mind to it. Instead you looked up to the boys on the other side of the table; they had quite the long faces. 

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your first round!” 

After you told them that, their spirits were raised high. Until your and Iwa’s next conversation. 

“You’re not going to like that,” Hajime grumbled, in reference to what you had decided to order. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I know you. And I know you’re pickier than you admit.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Whatever, but I’m not trading with you when you don’t like it. You’ll be hungry later.” 

Your friends were… confused. Admittedly, all of you had been quite busy lately - you hadn’t seen each other in around 6 months. And neither of them remembered you two bickering this much. It made both of them feel awkward, because it didn’t seem like you or Iwa were happy to be together. 

When the food finally came around and you tried your meal, you desperately wanted to avoid admitting defeat - but it was no use. 

“You don’t like it, do you?” 

When you didn’t reply, Iwa picked up your plate and scooted his own over to you. 

“Iwa -” 

“Just shut up and eat,” he told you, his tone demanding and stern. You did what he told you to do - you’d be crazy not to. Even Hanamaki and Mattsun were encouraged to just shut up and eat their food - and down their drink. 

By then, the two were growing just as curious as they were concerned. They’d be really bummed if their two best friends decided to get a divorce - Hanamaki was determined to force you two into marriage counseling, if that’s what it came to. 

While you two were bickering again, over why you should’ve been the one to choose dessert rather than Hajime, Mattsun and Hanamaki shared a long, knowing look with each other. It was like they were trying to convince the other to ask the question they both wanted an answer to. 

Matsukawa would be the one to speak up. 

“I’m just saying, the brownie would have been better -” 

“Are you two okay?” 

At almost the same exact time, you and Iwa turned to face the duo and said, “What?” 

Mattsun looked over to Hanamaki, as if to tell him it was his turn to speak - so he did. 

“It’s just… you guys seem to be… arguing a lot more than usual.” 

“I dunno what you mean,” you said. 

“Do you think we’ve been arguing?” Iwa asked you. 

“No? What do we even have to argue over?” 

Hajime shrugged, and your answer only stressed your friends out even more. Mattsun was about to speak again, but the waitress with dessert interrupted him. 

The slice of cake she sat in front of you only made you look at your husband and pout. “I don’t even want it.” 

“More for me,” Iwa said, pulling the plate over to him, and you whined loudly. 

“You really do suck.” 

“This is what we’re talking about!” Matsukawa exclaimed - maybe a bit too loudly for a restaurant. 

He didn’t understand how you two didn’t see it. You both seemed so uptight with each other - you weren’t agreeing on anything, you couldn’t finish a conversation without one of you rolling your eyes. You didn’t seem okay. 

“What do you mean?” Iwa asks with a mouth full of cake, and both Makki and Matsukawa groan - it wasn’t even worth talking about. 

It didn’t matter, because Hajime was already looking away from them and over to you. “I see you eyeing my cake.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Try it,” he tells you, holding his fork with a bite of cake in front of your face. 

You don’t need him to tell you to eat cake twice - you happily ate it, and you can’t even try to pretend that you disliked it. 

Iwa wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before saying, “you can finish it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

When he was gone you dug into the cake, and Mattsun wanted to take the chance to figure out how you really felt. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” 

“You guys aren’t going through anything, are you?” 

“Mmm… nope.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning on the table to get closer to you. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Be honest.” 

You were too busy eating the cake to really get into the conversation, but your friend’s serious tone threw you off. It was rare that he sounded so somber and genuine. 

“I… don’t know what I should say,” you said. “Me and Hajime are just like we’ve always been.” 

Honestly, Mattsun didn’t know if he could feel okay with that answer. He still felt like you were hiding something, like you two weren’t doing as well as you were trying to play off. He had no proof of that, after all. 

But he didn’t have the chance to press any further, because that’s when Iwaizumi came back. 

“I told you to finish it,” he said to you, referring to the cake. 

“I saved the last bite for you!” 

Iwaizumi smiled, for the first time that night that Mattsun and Hanamaki had seen. He let you feed him the final bite of the cake, his smile only widening. 

“So sweet,” he said. 

“Duh, it’s cake.” 

“I’m talking about you, idiot.” 

You laughed at him as his hand comfortably came to rest in your lap, cradling your thigh. You put your hand on his leg as well, squeezing it lovingly. 

“Have you guys had enough whiskey?” you ask. 

“I haven’t,” Iwa chimes in, and you chuckle. 

“We’re… probably good.” 

“Unless Iwaizumi wants to buy us another round!” 

“Ooh, if you’re buying, I’ll take one,” you said to your husband, and he scoffed as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“You’ve had two too many margaritas,” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. “We should probably get home before you convince me to let you order more than you need.” 

“He’s no fun, is he?” you ask your friends, who both shake their heads. 

It’s as if the tension from before had completely faded away. Maybe they were reading things wrong - maybe they had just spent too long away from you two, and didn’t get the chance to see how your relationship had blossomed into this. 

But it was obvious that even if you might’ve been out of the honeymoon stage by now, and even if you bickered over everything without even realizing it, you were still in love - and that’s all your friends wanted for you two.

minho and that part.

gifs of hyun (23/∞)

‘guros 😁

ik over here on Sems Diarie™️ we like to get rawed and that’s great but let’s talk about kissing 🥺 with fushiguro, I’d imagine if he and his partner were standing up he’d probably wrap his long ass arms around their waist (bonus points if they’re curvy/chubby!!), maybe lightly trail his fingers up their spine and sides lightly. OR if they’re on a bed, he’d link their fingers together and stare right in their eyes before kissing deeply. 🥺🥺🥺 I’m whoreknee for affection ok bye JDKSKSMS

oh 🥺 oh oh 🥺

please kissing is so romantic im in love-

something real pretty echoes in the background while you sit preen and dainty in megumi’s lap. blinks up at you in amazement, the way you melt under his fingers, how sometimes you shiver or jump ‘cause you’re a little ticklish. megumi devours all of it, wants you in his lap all the time. with the sun beaming through his window and the wind making you tuck yourself into him just a little closer.

runs his hands over your waist n squeezed gently every now n again. trails his fingertips up your spine. cups your face to bring you in closer. once you let him kiss you, there’s no going back for him—he’s hooked. and it’s so much more than kissing.

s’like your heart rates sync up. and your skin on his is so soft. don’t even get me started on how his eyes roll into the back of his head when you flick your tongue over his lip. making out with megumi is an act of professing love in and of itself. the way his long fingers tangle in your hair, the way he gently sways you in his lap with a big hand on your spine—it’s megumi’s way of whispering, don’t go, stay, need you, let me love you how you deserve.

Wakatoshi smut.

You grab eggs from the chicken coop and accidentally drop one in the barn. Ushijima looks over at you and scowls. “We are an eco friendly farm and you just wasted a perfectly good egg.” He bends you over, makes you slide off you jeans and smacks your ass so hard you can’t walk. If he’s feeling generous he’ll unzip his own denim slacks and pound your pussy puffy and bred with his cum. The Olympic Japanese athlete will kiss your cheek and pinch your ass one final time before pulling out to admire how well he breeds you and how well you take him every time. “Good baby.” He praises you before yanking your head back to spit in your mouth then swirls his tongue against yours in a final display of dominance on his farm.

pls

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pairing – dom!minho x sub!reader

genre – smut. heavy degradation + dirty talk, name calling, puppy play, collar + leash, face fucking, light cum play, restraints. minho is mean and you love it.

note – sorry this is late :( my uni course moves so fast if i fall behind i won’t be able to catch up. so i end up prioritising my studies over writing smut. that being said… collars and leashes are so hot :”) i’m not too into actual puppy play but skz could put me on a leash and treat me in any way they like hehe also i live for minho hard dom agenda, that man knows he’s fine af and he loves the power he has. on another note, please always discuss kinks with partners first – safe sex is the best (and only) sex!

hope you enjoy~

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The collar around your neck is just tight enough to send thrills of arousal through your whole body. The other end of the leash is held in an iron grip in Minho’s hand. He looks down on your form with contempt, still fully clothed in his business suit. It’s a stark contrast to how naked you are, all it does it turn you on more.

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