There was a dildo suction-cupped to the side of the shower.
Geralt just stared at it for a minute, brows knitted. It was flesh-colored, bulging with veins, stuck on at such a height that at first glance it appeared their shower wall had sprung a dick.
“Fuck,” Geralt muttered to himself, then, “Jaskier!“
”What?“ Jaskier yelled from the other side of the wall. Annoyed, Geralt stomped into the living room to find Jaskier sprawled upside-down on the couch, his shorts riding all the way up his lean, pale thighs as he fiddled around on his phone.
Geralt aimed his gaze at the ceiling and prayed for patience. "There is a dildo. In the shower."
"There’s a- ooooh,” Jaskier righted himself with a shuffle, slinging an arm over the back of the sofa. “Yeah, I’m drying it."
Implying, at least, that it wasn’t a /used/ dildo just hanging dong in their shower.
"It’s plenty dry!” Geralt growled. “Put it away!"
"Since when did you get so damned prudish?” Jaskier pouted, reluctantly getting to his feet.
“I don’t think it’s prudish to want to take a shower without staring at something that’s been up your ass!"
Jaskier laughed, throwing Geralt an impish look over his shoulder. "Wouldn’t you like to know where it’s been?"
No, Geralt thought firmly, he wouldn’t.
Yet ten minutes later, stripped of his sweat-soaked gym clothes and standing under the scalding hot spray, Geralt couldn’t think of anything /but/. Had Jaskier fucked himself with it in the shower? Balanced on his hands and knees as he drove the dildo into himself again and again? Or had he mounted it at the same level as Geralt’s waist, kneeled to stretch his lips around the thick silicone?
With annoyance, Geralt realized that his own cock was growing interested in the proceedings, twitching as he soaped up his chest. Fuck, it’d been a while since he’d gotten laid, but that was no excuse to be lusting after his decadent, irresponsible mess of a roommate.
Even if he left his sex toys strewn about and walked around all the time in shorts that left nothing to the imagination.
Even if his voice in the mornings was a sexy, husky purr and his bedhead looked really fucking adorable-
Geralt closed his eyes, sighing as he took himself in hand. He tried to think of past hookups, porn stars, faceless bodies … but of course, his thoughts returned again and again to Jaskier.
Fuck, that dildo was so thick … had he really been able to fuck himself with it? Geralt rested his forehead against the wall of the shower, pulling harshly at his cock as he imagined the stretch, his ass clenching at the thought. He’d worked a few fingers into himself once, when he was drunk and curious, but didn’t take it much further than that. It had been … unremarkable.
But Jaskier, now Geralt knew he liked to get fucked because he was quite vocal about it whenever he brought a hookup home. Geralt gritted his teeth as he pictured Jaskier’s pert, shapely ass, spreading his entrance as he worked the dildo deep into himself. What kind of sound did he make when he bottomed out? Did he whimper, or moan, or bite his lip? Was he as aggravatingly /loud/ when he was alone as when he was with a partner?
What kind of noises would he make with Geralt?
With a shudder, Geralt spilled over the shower wall, flushing as he watched the water wash away the evidence of his shameful fantasies.
bully! bakugo x classmate! fem! reader x bully! kirishima
author’s note: i’m so sorry to you non-nsfw accounts in advance, just keep scrolling! i was screaming while writing this?? something’s wrong with me but i been knew that. @pervysenpaix you are the one to blame for this one, take responsibility for making me feel inspired!
content warnings: bullying (obviously), a little violence, she/her pronouns, pet names, delusional bullies, someone gets spit on and its not who you think it is, stalking, slutshaming, the reader fights back and they have to put her back in her place, public sex, degradation, noncon, dubcon, nonconsensual videotaping + photography, kiri and bakugo are mean as usual, bakugo’s a little more transparent with his insults while kiri gives comments that take time to fully process, no prep, super graphic, overstimulation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, misuse of quirks, turn taking, amongst other things that I’m sure have a name but I have no idea what they’re referred to as! grossness below the cut. ive always wanted to get stuffed on a train
Everywhere you went, you avoided the blonde and redhead duo like the plague, dodging them every chance you get so that you don’t have to deal with their shit. You’d hoped they wouldn’t notice but its so obvious that they have considering how whenever you locked eyes with them they’d begin to approach but you always made a quick escape.
It was really pissing them off. What are you thinking avoiding them like this? Did you wish for hell on earth to open and swallow you whole? They were more than happy to let you have a taste of what you seemed to be craving.
No one else sees anything wrong with your relationship with them. They always think its just them being their usual selves around you, some even believed that they had an *adorable* little crush on you.
They missed the way the duo would purposely make you trip over one of their shoes, watching in delight as one got a flash of your panties. And then you’d get “miraculously” saved, captured in the arms of your other assailant who held you close to their body, fondling your ass with faux worry or an irritated expression paired with an insult.
They missed the way the two of them would follow you after school and loudly degrade and objectify you all the way to your home from behind while following at a safe distance away. You still never understood why they did this, they would keep their distance up until you reached your house and then disappear without another word. Little did you know, they had their own sick ways of “protecting” you, and stalking happened to be their way of doing so.
You could only hope that today they would get bored with you due to the lack of interaction and would let you make your way home by yourself.
And as you pretty much expected, your hopes were never answered and mercy was never an option.
One can only expect the subway to be stuffed to the brim with people, like a school of fish packed away into a tiny can but you couldn’t have asked for a more any less-than-desired scenario than this.
Author’s note: i tried to fulfill this ask but i got too carried away with writing the foreplay lol maybe there will be a part 2! who knows? i hope it’s what you envisioned, anon! enjoy :)
Warnings: Smut. Spitting, exhibitionism, daddy kink, cliffhanger that’s gonna probably make you hate me
Characters: OT8 x Reader (Chan and y/n is in a relationship but this time Chan wants to share)
Everyone’s in the living room, somehow the dance practice review that’s supposed to be at the studio changed venues to 3racha’s lair, and you can hear noises waking you up from your slumber.
Chan already told you about it last night as he pounded into you like an animal, but he didn’t mention anything about being discreet. So, now, still in your little headspace, all you wanna do is go out there and greet your Daddy.
See, you and Chan have an understanding with Changbin and Han. You’re practically the fourth tenant in their dorms, so some rules had to be presented.
It’s not that you’re messy or noisy or anything of the sorts but you and Chan just have a particular interest in letting it all go once you get to a vicinity that no outsiders can have access to.
The dorms is where you and Chan get to unwind and most importantly, indulge in you active sexual lives. But how do you do that with two other roommates being around so often?
Well, you let them watch. Or listen. Or both. Depends on how they prefer to partake on that day.
sorry i have to share this everywhere,,,,, so obsessed with these GORGEOUS black sails pins i just received from @seitsen-sarvi !!! tears in my eyes,,,,
I really hope that in the future we get a spin-off series of Timequake and their adventures, or even Deke being in charge of SHIELD (or both, both is good)
Ya’ll I’ve had this meme on hold for three weeks! But we got ‘em! We finally met Jake! (Khonshu you sneaky old buzzard…) But for real, I hope future Moon Knight projects (second season? I hope…) show that Jake isn’t “evil”. That’s kinda ableist. I honestly hope he is written like Louis from Ducktales 17. They called him the “evil triplet” but he really was just clever but more willing to trick people. He had the street smarts. I hope Jake will be the same way.
In the meantime I love how Marc went back for Steven! And Steven! I’m so proud of you Baby! For negotiating the deal with Khonshu (oh you are going to be so mad when you find out about Jake…) to fighting the bad guys with Marc. You did so good!!!
one, two, three (eddie munson x steve harrington x cis female reader)
gif by acecroft ^
plot: a casual smoke sesh with you, your boyfriend eddie, and your best friend steve turns into something…… less casual lol content warnings: smoking/drug use, voyeurism (eddie loves to watch), dirty talk, heavy petting, begging, fingering, overstimulation, eddie calls reader baby word count:2.6k a/n: i hope yall like my first one shot! the ones been brewing for a while. it’s pretty drawn out but i think its worth it. lmk if i should make a part 2! also not all of my stuff will be x cis female reader, it just pertains to this specific story
smut below the cut!
Eddie’s bed was probably your favorite place in the entire world.
It was an odd choice for a favorite place. His mattress wasn’t anything special, probably over a decade old. His pillows are too flat for you. He doesn’t even have a top sheet, just sleeps with the same old quilt every night. But damn it, every time you got in it, you either got high or got fucked. So yeah, it was your favorite place in the world. And it only gets better when your favorite people are in it too.
You sat on the end of the bed, facing the headboard, your legs criss-crossed. Eddie was on your left, laying down but propping his torso up with his elbows. His feet press against your hip, occasionally rubbing them softly against you, just to let you know he was thinking about you.
Steve was to your right. He laid flat on his back, hands plopped casually on his chest. It was rare, just the three of you hanging out without Nancy or Robin. Not that you minded, it was nice to have the occasional smoke session without Robin’s constant babbling. She got ten times more talkative when she was high, but you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t miss it a little bit.
Still, you were content. Sitting between your favorite boys, passing around the second joint of the hour. You were all substantially stoned already, but it was a Saturday, and the second joint was just sitting there.
And in the midst of the smoke, and jokes, and Eddie’s little touches– the conversation seemed to have somehow drifted into unknown waters.
Hey im starved for alien content. Do YOU know any movies/comics/media where an alien gets stranded on earth and is just trying to figure it the fuck out while losing its mind??
Relationships: Jonathan Byers & Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Magic, Light Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Insecure Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Steve Harrington-centric, POV Steve Harrington
Word Count:2,554
Summary:
After seeing so much he wouldn’t have believed possible before, Steve gets curious about whether magic might be real, too.
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Dustin already used Dungeons and Dragons to describe all the shit they’d dealt with. The monsters—Demogorgon, Mind Flayer—and the Upside Down itself. It wasn’t exact; they couldn’t expect everything to line up just right. But it was enough to get Steve wondering, well.
If monsters and girls with psychic powers and other worlds could exist…
Why not magic?
Notes: Originally written for the daily prompt: Symbolism - Purple
but you’re talking in your sleep {Wilbur Soot} // 2
two.and she told me that she fucking hates you
Summary: Two years ago, you’d met Will Gold in a pub shortly after moving to London, and had a six-week fling with him, but ended up falling out of contact when it turned out your ex-boyfriend moved to try and make things work… But now you’re back in contact, back to being friends, and have made arrangements to finally hang out face to face. And any latent, traitorous feelings Wilbur may or may not have aren’t anything he wants to bother you with.
Need to Know: She/Her, implied early 20s, Sister-Innit!Reader. it is never stated or even implied whether Tommy & the reader are related by blood or otherwise, so that’s up to you, and while there are mentions of reader celebrating christmas, it’s more because Tommy’s family celebrates it. reader is said to be studying literature at university. please heed the warnings.
A/N: 11,707 words. unedited as all fuck, i have so much love in my heart for this part, but please heed the warnings. PLEASE Tell me how you’re liking it so far!! :)
Warnings:recreational drinking, implied emotional & verbal manipulation/abuse, emotional & physical cheating, heavily implied intimacy but never explicit.
In less than a week, after only a few texts to confirm times and [just stay with me I have a couch] sent without hesitation after you’d asked for hotel recommendations, and now he’s been sitting in his car for twenty minutes at the train station, kicking himself for being so early. Berating himself is easier than dealing with his nerves, so he turns up his music and texts you while waiting for your train to pull into the station.
Your texts are vibrant and excited since you’d gotten on the train, in a way they hadn’t been in the few days lead up to your trip, but he doesn’t think much of it, too busy trying to convince himself that he’s got his nerves under control. Really he’s doing quite a good job, right up until you message that the next stop’s Brighton, in all capitals. He tells you he’s going to wait inside the terminal, and when you send [SEE YOU SOON!!!!!] he’s left alone with his music and his thoughts and his goddamn erratic heartbeat.
There’s a moment of terror, amidst the lively crush of people inside the terminal near peak hour, that someone might recognise him. It’s kind of the nightmare scenario; neither you nor he needed that right now, and he hadn’t even brought some sort of hat or glasses. Thankfully, it doesn’t appear to be a problem, however, as he makes it to the exit for your train’s platform with little stress.
And your smile is even brighter than he’d imagined it would be.
hi this is so fucking good. i am more invested than fcking bill gates. this made me feel fucking alive after months of static radio silence so thank you its fucking phenomenal. it had me fucking writting down the euphoria i felt reading omg.
pls when prt 3 is out it will be doing a big god damn number on me and i will be an emotional wreck in the best way possible.
