#*not sfw

[onstrangerthighs]

Most likely to lose their voice because they're loud as hell during sex?

Billy

Jonathan

Steve

Voting ended onMay 25, 2023

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customer says: Oikawa not my tapas! warning: not sfw!

“Tapas.” He raises a brow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

He directs his gaze back to the Spanish book in his hands, yet you know his attention is currently elsewhere. His grip tightens on your waist, his hand trailing ever lower...

“Hmm let’s see.... what about una comida completa?” He turns to look at you, a corner of his mouth upturned. His gaze is thick with promise. “I’d argue you’re a full course, cariño/a.”

Your face heats up, especially as his hand grazes the outside of your thigh. You jump when he pinches it sharply. He chuckles.

“But you know me,” he continues, his tone conversational. “I’m a little impatient. I do like skipping to el postre.”

He’s certainly showing his impatience right now, his fingers trailing a sinful pattern on your inner thigh, lingering, the pads of his fingers—rough from volleyball practice—somehow hotter than the warmth rising inside you.

“I wonder... just how sweet do you taste, my little dulce de leche?”

“Te quiero desnuda en mi cama,” he murmurs hotly into your ear, and the way you shiver under his touch crumbles any bit of restraint he has left.

His Spanish isn’t the only thing he intends to master before he leaves.

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cake by the ocean

kei tsukishima x reader. drabble. song: cake by the ocean. warning: heavily implied not sfw.

“you’re a real life fantasy, you’re a real life fantasy~”

“[name].” kei groans into what feels like the void. his eyes roll in annoyance on their own, at this rate; he’s convinced it’s become a habit around you, for better or for worse.

“but you’re moving so carefully, let’s start living dangerously…” you draw closer, having to stand on your tiptoes just to position yourself mere inches from his flushed ear.

an eyebrow quirks. “…what?”

“talk to me, baby!”

kei nearly jumps at your suddenly scream, but you're quick to silence his protests with an index finger placed atop his lips. your lips curl. “i’m going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa~”

“…for the last time, that song isn’t about cake—“ you flick his nose, happy when it shuts him right up. his glare seems to deepen at that, but his display of animosity doesn’t deter you in the slightest. 

leaning closer, your lips all but brush against his ear lobe.

he’s getting dizzy.

“let’s lose our minds and go fucking-crazy~” you breathe lust, and he wants to ravish it right then. but you’re such a tease, letting your hand trail down his torso before leaving his hips altogether. he goes to speak, to protest against his better judgement, but you’re already skipping away, poised to leave the room before he locks you in and jumps you—

but not before turning back with a wink.

“i know~”

edited and reposted from my sideblog, @dear-yandere​, and my deviantart, van-ya.