#Shower soap holder

[eclectic-ware]

Top 5 Bathroom Hardware Trends for 2024!

Perfect hardware plays a key role in upgrading your bathroom's look and functionality. Trends like black finishes, smart fixtures, and mixed metals can transform your space into a stylish retreat. Check out our blog on the top 5 bathroom hardware trends for 2024 and start your upgrade today!

[stuffminer]

6 Best Soap Bar Holders

I assure you, you’ll definitely love its water drainer design. A super strong holder that is made of stainless steel will never rust and corrosion

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2.SANNO

3.Magift

4.Mcyye

5.Nieifi

6.Command

[bonetrousledbones]

my biggest irl secret is that at some point i started telling people i like drawing skeletons because i was too embarrassed to say i draw undertale fanart and that snowballed into getting more skeleton themed things which i liked but didnt really go out of my way for and now its not a lie anymore and whenever i need to buy something i will try my very best to find a skeleton version of it and now i’ve fallen to my self fulfilling prophecy of becoming the skeleton guy

[protoformx]

working on more fish-themed decor for me and juice's bathroom

[crazypersonmentality]

The Ultimate Guide to Selecting Soap Holders/Trays For Showers

Don’t you want to make your bathroom look more functional and stylish? If yes is your answer, then it is high time that you thought of purchasing a good soap holder. However, with several types available in the market today, choosing them can be confusing. The guide below provides information on how to select the right kind of holder.

What Makes Soap Holders for Showers Necessary?

These items are not just useful accessories for the bathroom; they also help you keep your toiletries clean and organized. A shower soap dish that has been chosen well helps dry up your bar of soap, thus reducing wastage and clutter. It holds it tightly during washing, so there is no sliding around or residue sticking to surfaces.

Furthermore, this toilet accessory may add an extra touch to any restroom design. There are different options, from simple to luxurious.

Types Of Shower Soap Dishes

It is essential to know about various categories of soap holders for showers when selecting one for your bath space. Each kind offers specific advantages according to the usage requisites.

Wall-Mounted Soap Holders

Wall-mounted soap holders are commonly used in bathrooms, but they save space and allow easy retrieval of soap bars whenever required. Most wall-mounted have screws or glue that make them very stable because they cannot be moved or removed easily.

These products come in different materials, such as stainless steel, plastic, or ceramics, among others. These materials make them suitable for use under humid conditions without rusting their surfaces, hence having a longer lifespan. Plastic covers are cheap, while ceramic holders look elegant due to their classic look and feel.

Suction Cup Soap Dishes

Suction cup soap holders offer temporary solutions where one does not need permanent attachments, such as drilling holes before installing them into position. They are easily fixed to smooth surfaces such as tiles and glass without the use of screws.

Suction cup soap holders are a great fit for renters or those who do not want a permanent bathroom setup. They can be easily moved or removed with no stains left behind. However, you should get yourself a high-quality suction cup item that will guarantee it stays in place.

Corner Soap Dishes

These types of soap dishes are purposely made to fit in the corner space of your shower room. This makes them suitable for creating more room, particularly in smaller toilet facilities. Wall-fitted or free-standing ones are available according to personal preferences.

These soap holders have multiple compartments so that they can hold soap, shampoo, etc. This is the best choice if you wish to keep your bathroom clean and tidy.

Freestanding Soap Holders

Freestanding soap holders give you lots of options as they can be positioned anywhere in a bath room, especially when the layout needs to be changed often.

These items come in different designs; some are basic, while others are decorative and sophisticated looking, depending on what style suits one’s tastes better than others. Additionally, specific freestanding models also have drains that make sure water does not accumulate, therefore enhancing the durability of users’ bars of soap.

Materials are Important: How to Choose the Perfect Soap Box for Your Bathroom

The type of material used in manufacturing your soap holder is crucial for its durability as well as its aesthetic value. Here are a few commonly used substances in soap holders for showers:

Stainless Steel

Stainless steel soap dishes are popularly known for their hardiness and corrosion resistance. They make an excellent choice for humid areas such as showers. Cleaning stainless steel soap holders is simple, so they can be used for a long period.

Plastic

Plastic-made soap holders are light and pocket-friendly. These come in different colors and designs to enable you to match your bathroom theme. Despite not being as strong as stainless steel, plastic-made soap dishes still perform some functions at low prices.

Ceramic

Ceramic-made soap dishes provide a more classical or sophisticated touch to your bathroom décor theme. These objects are heavier than either plastic or stainless steel, so maintaining them calls for caution against chipping or cracking them accidentally on things.

Bamboo and Wood

Bamboo and wood offer an eco-friendly solution when it comes to choosing a soap dish made from natural products. This brings out a rustic effect in your bathroom area. Although bamboo trays are resistant to water and mould, they may require more care than others and can wear off with time.

Factors to Consider When Choosing Shower Soap Dish

Selecting an appropriate shower case entails more than just choosing one whose design meets your preference. Here’s what you need to know:

1. Size & Space

Your decision on which type of washing cloth holder you will purchase might be influenced by the size of your bath cubicle, including the space available within it. A corner pocket or wall-mounted dish could be useful in saving space if the shower room is small. If you have a big washroom, you could choose more decorative forms or freestanding ones.

Method of Installation

How would the soap holder be fixed? Wall-mounted alternatives are usually fastened by screws or adhesive, while others can be suctioned onto the wall without having to drill them. For people who do not want to interfere with their shower walls, freestanding holders may be a better option here.

Drainage Features

Proper drainage is essential for keeping soap dry and not becoming soggy. Look for soap dishes with drainage holes or slats so water can drain quickly. Higher bars will increase your bathing experience, as they provide a continuous supply of clean towels.Bars that slide easily while taking a bath are also ideal to avoid such accidents.

Aesthetic Appeal

Your choice of soap dish should blend nicely into your bathroom’s overall decor. Whether you prefer a modern minimalist design or something more traditional, there is always a soap holder that matches your taste. Considering the soap dish's color, material, and design will help it blend naturally with every other item in your bathroom décor.

Critical Tips for Caring for Your Soap Holder

The best way to keep your cleaning container in good condition is by taking care of it regularly. Below are some ways how you can take care of your bath medicine tray:

Clean Regularly

Soap residues and scum tend to accumulate on soap holders over time. Regular washing helps eliminate any build-up, thereby keeping a new look on the tray. To remove such deposits, lightly brush off using mild detergents before rinsing thoroughly with water alone.

Look out for signs of wear and tear.

Your soap holder may show signs of disintegration, especially the metal parts that may rust or crack, especially the ceramic holders. Constantly check your soap dish and replace it whenever necessary to keep it working and hygienic.

Consider loading capacity

When your soap holder has several compartments, do not overload them with too many items. Excess moisture can cause the soap dish to be unstable. To maintain an orderly shower room, go for only what is necessary.

Conclusion: 

Choosing a suitable soap dish for your bathroom shower entails finding a balance between practicality and style considerations. By evaluating different types, materials used in making them, and critical features required, people can obtain a perfect one that not only satisfies their needs but also uplifts a bath place’s beauty. You will find the best detergent container whether you choose an elegant stainless steel one, a lovely pottery vessel, or a green-orientated wooden tray. I'm just looking forward to taking your shower with more pleasure than ever before!

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[bobochen-3344-blog]

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[tapronlimited]

How to Choose a Bathroom Basin

The Tapron blog post "How to Choose a Bathroom Basin" offers a comprehensive guide on selecting the perfect basin for your bathroom, emphasizing the importance of material, shape, and design. It discusses various materials, including ceramics, metal, and glass, and explores shapes like round, oval, and corner basins. The guide advises on choosing basins based on individual style preferences, practicality, and the overall bathroom design, ensuring the basin complements the space both functionally and aesthetically. For detailed guidance, visit the full article here.

[alabastrine-blight]

my salon has these all over the shelves and i use ethique because im an eco-friendly queen but cmon. theyre so cute.

[endotwrites]

prompt: simon comes home quietly one night

wc: 421

the house was quiet with the room only filled with fluorescence of the tv. yawns came out of you every couple minutes and as you glance to the digital clock to your right, your eyes widen slightly at the time.

“bed time.” you say quietly to yourself as you lift the heavy duvet off your body and make your way to the bathroom.

one toothbrush in the double holder.

a look in the mirror shows the empty spot of soap in the shower. you blindly reach behind you to close the shower curtain and continue with your nightly routine in peace.

simon’s nightstand remains empty, only the small lamp and a singular book from when he last was home bookmarked. your heart clenches and aches for his return as you sink back into bed and drift asleep to the slight hum of the home shopping adverts from the TV.

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the dip of the bed and warm light in the room is what greets you first. “what did i tell you about falling asleep with the tele on, hm?” he questions in faux anger. your eyes peel open to see simon clad in his uniform, black markings still streaked over his eyes. as you sit up, you see his large duffel by the bedroom door, with clothes and miscellaneous items splayed on the floor. you jump out of bed, bounding to the bathroom.

two toothbrushes. pine soap next to your cherry vanilla one.

simon is tugging away at his pants when you jump on his back to properly greet him. he chuckles in amusement and pulls you to the front of him with your hands holding onto his shoulders tightly and his holding under your thighs.

you think back to all the times you daydreamed at work or in a coffee shop or washing dishes what you would say to simon right now if he was with you but as you finally have the opportunity, every sentence you rehearsed dissipated from your mind through your agape mouth as you still try to grasp the fact that he is in your arms. or rather you’re in his.

simon gently lays you back down on the bed and allows the weight of himself to press you further into the mattress. he grins, finding humour in your speechlessness.

“i know, honey. i missed you too.” he whispers quietly into the side of your face and floating into your ear to swim around in your mind for days on end.

a/n: pine soap is the default for me 😛

[jornami]

Nanami Kento does not FaceTime. Well, not until he meets you.

“Why do you need to see me?” he asks. “When we’re on the phone, I’m just doing random household chores or paperwork.”

“Thats exactly why! You look so handsome when you’re washing dishes and folding laundry,” you insist.

He scoffs at your statement, but it’s genuine; he always looks so handsome. It’s not enough to convince him though.

“You don’t wanna see my pretty face while we talk?” you pout.

There it is.

“Fine,” he sighs.

You two begin to FaceTime regularly. His phone propped up on the paperweight on his desk or on the paper towel holder while he cooks. You always get a great view of him. Him of you…not so much. You have a tendency to set your phone down or turn the camera to show him something then forget to turn it back.

“You’re not holding up your end of the bargain,” he says, not looking up from the cucumber he’s cutting.

“Huh?”

“I can’t see your face,” he says.

“You’re cutting a cucumber!” you protest, “All your attention needs to be on the knife in your hand.”

He sets his knife and cutting board to the side, and does that thing where he looks at you over his glasses.

“I’m washing it right now,” you say.

“And?”

Ugh. You grab your phone with sudsy hands and position it in the medicine cabinet so he can get a nice side view of your soap-covered face.

“Better?” you ask, not looking away from the mirror.

“Much,” he says.

You can hear the smug smile in his voice.

~

During one of your evening FaceTime calls, you’re away for work. You show him the hotel your company put you in. With your back camera, you give him a walk through.

“And look!” you say, walking into the bathroom. “This shower is so nice and the water pressure is amazing. And there’s a tv in here!!”

The adoration in his eyes is not meant for the marble bathroom tile you’re currently showing him, but for you. He takes great pleasure in your excitement.

“Very nice, sweetheart,” he speaks softly and smiles at you. “Anything else you want to show me?”

Your enthusiastic “yes!” makes him chuckle. You walk out onto the balcony. A picturesque view of a beach fills his screen.

“Isn’t it amazing?” you awe.

“Mhmm,” he agrees. “But not as pretty as you.”

You flip your camera not so he can see your pretty face, but rather the apathetic look casted on it by his cheesiness.

“Corny,” you say.

“I know,” he concedes. “But I got to look at you, so no real loss for me.”

You roll your eyes, but when you look out to the water again your annoyance is quelled.

“Seriously, Kento,” you say. “We should come here on vacation sometime. It’s beautiful.”

The camera is on you, but you’re looking at the water, mesmerized. You look so serene, so content. The afternoon sun bathing you in gold. Cheesy as it may be, you really are more beautiful than any beach.

“What’s the name of the hotel?” he asks.

He writes it down so he can research after you two hang up.

~

He’s washing dishes. He’s washing dishes and you’re riled up. Shameful. But not really because any human with eyes would be if they could see how your boyfriend looks. Dish towel thrown over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up, tie lazily draped around his neck, blond hair messy, belt…well it’s buckled, but if you were there it wouldn’t be.

You’re staring at him, but your mind is somewhere else.

“Hello? Earth to, ____?” he pulls you out of your trance.

“Huh? I’m sorry,” you say.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you almost leave it at that, but last minute decide to tack on, “Just thinking about all the things I wanna do to you when I see you.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow. “Tell me more.”

“Well it’s still coming to me, but something something blindfolding you with your tie something something tying your hands above your head,” you pause. “I think ice cubes were in there somewhere.”

Your boldness never ceases to amaze him, but he’s gotten better at hiding it.

“Is this something you’d be interested in realizing in the near future?” he asks, ever the wordsmith even when he’s horny.

“Mhmm,”

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” he suggests. “I just washed all my ties.”

“Mmm…no,” you shrug. “I’m getting drinks with some friends tonight.”

His laugh translates into “you’re such a tease.”

“Plus, I need more time to make my plan of attack,” you say. "You'll appreciate me being well prepared."

"I'm sure I will," he says.

"I gotta go get dressed now," you say when you see the time. "Talk to you soon."

"Love you," he says.

"Love you too."

[yanderemommabean]

Sooo thinking about gojo who is watching reader through a secret cam everyday. He acts like the sweetest, goofiest guy ever but he is worse.

Gojo just adores when you try to lie to him. It’s a sick thrill he gets, really, knowing what you’re actually up to but asking you to your face regardless, watching as you lie so smoothly through your teeth. He’ll ask what you were up to the night before, maybe even when you decide to “head to bed early” to check in on you, and you lie, say you were tired, say you needed some time to think about work and the upcoming projects. 

He knows what you really do though. He loves that he’s the only one who gets to see it to, like you two are bonded in this sense as you share your most intimate fantasies. 

The cameras don’t lie, he watches with perverted and rapt attention when he sees the footage of you beginning to slide your cute night shorts down. A bit earlier than your usual nights but if he’s right, last night's indulgence was  more to relieve stress than being horny. What a shame…See if you’d let him into your home, into your arms, he’d make sure that stress would be milked out of you session after session. He has quite the stamina you know? 

That was earlier this morning when he spent a bit longer getting ready, watching you and your seductive ritual. Now he’s with the group, wondering if any of them know what a needy little minx you actually are, and if they do know, they won’t be around much longer. 

He wets his lips, watching your mouth move as you speak to him about what you were going over last night, but all he can picture is how you throw your head back, how your moans sound when desperate and reaching that peak, wondering what you taste like, what you feel like, how you’d claw his back and beg for him to pump you full of his spend so you never forget how he loves you, and how you belong only to him. 

“Gojo did you hear me?” “Hmm? Yeah, just thinking it over is all” He comments casually, watching as the others roll their eyes, not believing a word. 

You do the same, just more playfully, going back to telling the story of what happened at the gas station last night before you got home. Interesting for sure, it’s not everyday that a fight that big breaks out and it isn’t even curse related, but all he can picture is how your ass looks when you’re on all fours and fingering yourself within an inch of your life, arching and moaning, taunting him to just break his vow and his code. 

Honestly, you're a cruel tease, and you don’t even know it. Gojo wants so badly to sink his teeth into your skin, mark everywhere from that tender neck to your sensitive thighs and especially that delicious ass of yours. 

He has to will the blood away, feeling his cock filling out and trying to stand erect in his pants.It’ll be fine, when he gets home he’ll just switch to the live feed and watch you, be you lounging around in those sleep pants, cooking and being a cute little chef, or blessing him with yet another show with your body completely bare to his hungry and starving gaze. 

“Ugh, Lunch breaks over huh? Well I’ll catch you guys later” Gojo says, standing up and making sure his glasses were perched better on his nose. Oh he wouldn’t waste a second of watching you walk away, that smile, those hips, those legs-They’re all something he wants to claim. 

Most importantly, he wants to claim you. And he’s getting there. Maybe he can convince you to accept yet another gift of his? A cute little shower soap holder shaped like a turtle, that of course, does a bit more than bring the room together. 

(-Mommabean. Hi! I hope you enjoyed!)

[pinkanonwrites]

Washrack Academy

Jetstorm and Jetfire have a lot of questions about humans. But you? You just want to take your shower in peace.

TFA Jetfire, TFA Jetstorm, and Reader, no ships but it's implied Jetfire has a little crush on the reader, human reader, non-sexual nudity, is it still voyeurism if it's mostly fueled by curiosity? probably, AFAB Reader with GN Pronouns, alien anatomy discussions

"You know, humans are being much more hygienic than Sentinel says they are being."

You rolled your eyes, hefting your small duffel bag further up your shoulder. "Yeah, well Sentinel doesn't know as much about humans as he thinks he does. Most people I know shower every other day at the very least. We aren't big fans of being dirty."

"But now you are being extra dirty!" Jetstorm loomed over you with a cheeky grin, running a huge metal digit over the top of your head. A slick of motor oil came with it, sending another disgusted shiver down your spine at the gooey sensation. "Bumblebee maybe needs to working on power steering! And not splashing human friends with drinks of celebration."

Being a human liaison representing the city of Detroit on Cybertron was already a job way outside of the normal parameters of your career, and the stress was leaving you pretty wired. But Bumblebee accidentally tipping an oversized can of motor oil off a table and directly onto your head while showing off just had to be the final nail in the coffin. In front of a whole bunch of big important Autobots and everything.

Now you were being flanked on either side by Sentinel Prime's personal squadron (a gig they eagerly volunteered for and a choice both you and Sentinel had little say in) as they showed you to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of an army base locker room was so you could get cleaned up. 

"And motor oil not to be damaging your fluffy organic fibers?" Great, now Jetfire was poking at your greasy hair too. At least he had half a processor to keep his igniters off while he did.

"It's called hair. And it'll only damage it if I leave it in too long. Plus, it's really bad for my skin."

"Good for it not to be doing badness to hair! Yikes for it to be doing badness to skin. So sensitive, little organics. Must be very hard!"

"You're telling me, bud."

"Here! Coming this way." Jetstorm gestured for you to follow him through a tiled doorway. The room beyond looked remarkably similar to the locker room you'd had in high school, though blown up to a cartoonish scale. "We have tiny washrack for mini-bot sizes. Maybe too big for you still, but is better than nothing!"

He wasn't exaggerating, the handles for the mini-bot sized faucets were still a good two or three feet out of your reach. 

"Where do you even put your towels? Your soap?" You glanced around but failed to find any bench or wall divot suitably placed for setting your things down. "Is there anywhere I can set my bag?"

"Just be putting bag into subspace! Easy for peasy!" A small compartment popped open on Jetstorm's chest, and from it he procured… a metal scouring pad? A giant one, about the size of a large restaurant platter. If the situation weren't so incredibly absurd already, you might've gotten a chuckle out of the idea of a robot using a Brillo pad as a loofah.

"Yeah, we don't… humans don't have that." You said instead. Because this situation was, in fact, incredibly absurd.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other, mirrored expressions of visible confusion. Then, they both shrugged.

"Being a human…"

"...Is very difficult!"

"Look, just- can one of you hold it for me? Please?"

"For certain! I will be best at human wash rack supplies holder job! Be counting on me." You dropped your duffel bag into Jetfire's cupped hands and wrenched it open. Grabbing your various bottles of hair product and a large towel from within, you lined them up on the floor along the wall and hopefully just beyond the reach of the shower's spray. But as you moved for the bottom of your shirt to pull it off, you felt the prickle of two pairs of optics staring just a little bit too hard at your body.

"Are you two just gonna… watch me? You can wait outside, you know."

"We are to be protecting you from curious bots! And make sure you do not do the snooping or the wandering off." Jetstorm insisted.

"Are you gonna do that while staring me down? A little privacy, please." Was it ironic to ask for privacy in a locker room? Probably. But most people had the decency not to stare while someone was getting undressed. 

Most people. Maybe that sentiment didn't extend to twelve foot tall transforming robot soldiers.

"Staring? Who is doing the staring? Certainly not us goodness bots!" 

"No, no! We would never be the staring! Especially not at soft and squishy little human frame!"

Both brothers rushed to cup a servo over their optics, continuously asserting their supposed innocence all the while. You sighed, peeling your way out of your slick and permanently stained clothes and letting them fall to the ground in an oily heap.

"Well I don't know how it is on Cybertron, but on Earth staring at people in the locker room is what we call 'bad manners.' You two ever heard of those?"

"We will being so very manners-filled! No staring from us at you, big promise." Jetfire insisted, carefully depositing your bag into his subspace as he brought his other servo up so they were both covering his faceplate.

"Though do not be trying to do the sneaking off while we are look-away! That would be also called 'bad manners.'" Added Jetstorm with a cheeky thumbs-up.

"I'm not going to go sneaking around your base naked, so you don't need to worry about that. Now could one of you get the water for me, please?"

As Jetstorm felt along the wall and cranked the water to partial blast, you swear you heard him ask his brother 'But what is "naked" meaning?' The hiss of the showerhead quickly covered it, though, and you decided you'd rather focus on getting clean before you struggled to explain the foreign concept to the pair of ridiculous twins. The water ran just hot enough to make your skin tingle as you lathered your hair with shampoo, vigorously scrubbing the motor oil free from your scalp. It'd probably take more than a few rinses to get everything out, you'd have to ask Professor Sumdac to bridge you some more toiletries way sooner than you'd originally planned. Maybe Sari could pick some up for you on her next trip home?

But as you lathered your hair up for the fourth (maybe fifth?) time, you couldn't help but notice a quiet, metallic buzzing that could just barely be heard over the hiss of water. It paused and fizzed in a rhythmic pattern, not all too dissimilar from Morse Code. It would stop for a moment, before picking up again, slightly lower pitched this time. It sounded almost like… a conversation.

"If you've got something to say, you can say it out loud." You called them out. Jetfire startled at the sound of your voice, his own sounding slightly strained. 

"What? But we are such quiet being!"

"You're doing that… that 'EM field' thing. Where you talk to each other with your brains? I've heard Bee and Bulkhead do it before. So, c'mon. What do you want to know?"

He clammed up, absentmindedly scuffing one of his pedes against the tiled floor. Jetstorm, meanwhile, had a sly grin growing across his faceplate. He raised his free servo up in the air like a student waiting to be called on.

"Actually, Jetfire is having a question!"

"I-I am not! Do not listen, brother is merely making funny joke!"

"No, no! Do not listen to him! Jetfire is very, very curious about human not having sp-MRMPH!"

A cacophony of metal on metal echoed through the wash racks as Jetfire tackled his brother to the wet tile, wrestling his servos over the other's intake to keep him quiet. Jetstorm grabbed for his brother's goggles and pulled him into a shaky headlock, even as Jetfire repeatedly kicked him in the knees with the flat of his pede. You scrambled to grab your towel, clutching it to your front as the two bots collapsed to the ground in an ear-splitting crash.

"Hey, HEY! Quit it! What the hell are you two doing?!"

Both of their heads snapped up at your tone, Jetstorm still looking mischievous while his brother had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He quickly pried Jetfire's servo off of his intake.

"Jetfire is wanting to know why humans do not have spike! You know, since he was doing the peeking."

"Y-You were also doing peeking! I know you were curious too!" Jetfire shot back.

"Maybe curious, yes, but you are obsessed! 'Oh, little humans are so soft and so squishy being! Why so warm? I want to be holding one!'"

"I am not sounding like that! You are making exaggeration!"

Jetfire seemed on the verge of tackling his brother again, so you quickly stepped in. "Okay, geez, look. I will answer one, ONE! Question each. And only if you stop hitting each other. That's it. I don't have the energy for this today."

The two bots awkwardly clambered back to their feet, Jetstorm looking down at you with a playful grin while Jetfire seemed to be looking anywhere but your unclothed frame.

"Brotherrrrr?" Jetstorm teased. "Would you like to be going first?" 

Jetfire dignified his brother's teasing with a sharp elbow to the side, but spoke anyway. "S-Sorry to be peeking when you said not, but, um, do humans not have- uh, not have spike? Or is it hidden? Maybe not pressurized? If embarrassing you don't have to say. No biggee."

You furrowed your brow. 'Spike.' You don't think you'd heard any of the Autobots use that term before, at least not around you. Maybe it was a built-in weapon? Or some sort of specialized armor plating?

"I, uh, I don't know what a spike is. Sorry. Can you be… more specific?"

Jetfire let out a high-pitched sound, similar to heat escaping a tea kettle, while his brother only seemed to beam even brighter at his humiliated suffering.

"Ah, you know! Spike!" Jetstorm grinned. "Right here, above valve? Comes out like 'fssshh'? No modesty panel on you, so maybe just hidden away!" He made a bunch of vague motions in front of his crotch, and with a looming horror you started to catch on as he mimed the motion of something growing and rising up in front of his crotch plate. His modesty panel.

Holy shit they had robot dicks.

"N-No? No, I don't have a- a spike." You were doing your absolute best to stay focused on the conversation at hand, not think about… about the robot penis that apparently all Cybertronians had? "Humans, uh, most humans just have one or the other. The, um, the spike or the… the…"

"Valve?" Jetstorm happily supplied.

"Sure? I guess?!"

"Something new to be learned every day! Right, brother?" Jetstorm thumped his brother on the back with an open servo, while Jetfire was openly refusing to make eye contact with you. The temperature in the room seemed to peak by a few degrees, and based on the heat waves rolling off of Jetfire's body you had an inkling suspicion it was his doing, however unintentional it may be. "Anyways, my turn, yes? You said word 'naked'. What is 'naked' meaning?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, yeah. Sure." God, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with these revelations today. "Naked just means you're not… covered up? Wearing clothes. There are some parts on a human that have to be covered in public, otherwise it's uh… inappropriate." Your only solace was that now you had some sort of comparison to make between Cybertronians and humans. "Like, you guys wouldn't walk around with your… your spike out? Same for humans."

"Ohhh…" They even had stunned realizations in unison. You'd almost consider it cute, if you weren't already so burnt-out.

"Yep, well, class is over. Can I please get dressed now? Preferably without being watched?"

"A-Ah! Yes, of course! So sorry! Here is things." Jetfire quickly fumbled your duffel out of his subspace, only for it to slip through his digits and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, he turned to shove his brother from the room, calling over his shoulder to you as they went. "We will be watching door so no bots do peeking! Then there is no way we be seeing you naked, not even little bit! Seeing you in moment- but not naked! Just normal seeing!"

"O-Okay? I'll be out in… a bit." But they were already gone. Weird. Weird couple of bots. But hey, at least now you could dry your hair in peace.

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"Very bumpy landing, brother." Jetstorm couldn't fight his mirthful grin as he stared down at his spark-twin, who was currently sitting with his back to the wall outside the wash racks, knee-joints pulled up tight to his chassis and faceplate hidden from view. "I may not be seeing exact same appeal you do, but humans are verrrrrry entertaining being. That human especially so!"

"I wish to be offline." Jetfire lamented. "So awkward, very very uncool. They will never be speaking to me again."

"Do not be so downer, brother! They answer questions very nice, and do not even yell when you peeking at their array!"

Jetfire let out another pathetic wail. "Do not be reminding me! Me, caught peeking? Would rather scrub every rivet on Omega Supreme than be that embarrassing again." He slammed his helm against the tops of his knee-joints a few times for good measure, a loud, echoing clanking reverberating down the hall. "Why are little humans being so soft? A-And when covering self, why are little peeks of soft bits around towel so- so erotic?"

Jetstorm cackled, patting his brother atop the helm with his servo. "And to think, we thought being human is hard. Sounds like liking human is much, much harder!"

[judethejudas]

MW2 How they would react to showering together for the first time— Slight NSFW Imagines

Gender neutral reader decides to surprise their boyfriend (Ghost, König, and Soap) by jumping in the shower with them for the first time. What do our boys think about that?

Ghost:

- Simon does a warm shower first and then transitions to cold. You found out the hard way when you decided to surprise him.

- He raises an eyebrow at you when you hop into the shower with him so suddenly, then sees you tense up and scream when the water is freezing.

- He has no shame in eyeing you up and down once you’re in and… are you really trying to escape the shower right now?

- When you try to leave, he’s already wrapping an arm around you and pulling you right back in.

- “And where do you think you’re going, love?” His gruff voice speaks in your ear and you shiver— not only because of the cold water now.

- You protest that it’s too damn cold and turn the water back to warm if you were going to stay.

- He allows it since this was a lovely surprise and he gets to see you naked and drenched in water.

- His dark brown hair is so pretty when it’s wet. Instead of pushed back it’s laying naturally and touching his forehead.

- You get to see all his scars from battle and a few from his bad past. As well as his tattoos that you always color in when you’re bored. They seem much darker in the water.

- He relaxes more when you’re tracing his scars and you two stay like that for a while.

- Then you go into your normal shower routine and Simon is not pleased.

“Love.” He says firmly but you don’t budge.

You’re washing the shampoo from your hair and have your back turned to Simon— who is watching you intensely. This is the first time you come into the shower with him and all you want to do is actually shower?

You’re playing hard to get.

And you smirk when he takes a step forward.

“Something you need, Simon?”

“You know damn well what I need.”

“Mmh. No, I don’t think I do.”

He growls and pressed his body in yours, making you lean into the wall with a cocky smile. Your hands are held up to hold the bathroom tile and you turn to look back at him, seeing his delightfully annoyed look.

“You like teasin’ me, (y/n)?”

You playfully shrug and he has to slap your ass for that— making you gasp.

“I’ll just have to fix that then, won’t I?”

You knew right then and there that the water bill was going to be very high.

A small price to pay, in Simon’s opinion. You two would be doing this often.

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Soap:

- This man uses bar soap and you think it’s the funniest thing in the world when you hop into the shower, seeing him with a light green bar in his hand.

- Thankfully the water is warm and not freezing cold, like SOME men prefer it.

- He smirks when you come into the shower and he’s immediately pulling you close to his chest, giving you a big kiss and putting the soap back on the soap holder.

- You ain’t gonna catch this man dropping the soap. He knows you’ll end up slapping his ass if he does.

- You both just kiss like you’re in the rain and hold each other closely, occasionally giggling too.

- You pull away and look at his face. His mohawk is so cute when it’s wet and appears longer than it is. You secretly hope he’ll grow his hair out more because it’s such a good look on him.

- You’re going into your shower routine but he insists on helping. So now he’s washing your body and you wash his too.

- This man whispers praises to you, loving every inch and curve of your body and he peppers your skin with kisses while washing you.

- He wants you to feel loved and to feel beautiful every chance he gets.

- Perfect husband right over here.

- You feel him washing an area that’s private and you playfully smack his hand, making him chuckle.

- He’s kissing you again. And again. And again. Anywhere he can.

“How did I get so lucky..” He mumbles against your skin and you smile, running your fingers through his mohawk while he lays his head on your shoulder.

Then he leans up to kiss your lips again and you graciously accept. His rough hands come around your waist and holds you closer.

“You’re so beautiful.. so incredible..” He’s whispering in between kissing your cheek. Your jawline. Your neck. Your collarbone.

You shudder and he smirks against your skin, his hands going down to cup your ass.

“John!” You squeak and hit his shoulder with not even an ounce of strength.

He laughs and takes his hands away, giving you a kiss on your cheek instead. You take the bar of soap and give him a look, before dropping it to the floor.

“Grab that for me, would you, dear?”

“I think not, you little minx.”

“Aw, but I need to wash myself!”

“Then you can grab it.”

The two of you playfully bicker over grabbing the soap bar and you have to use liquid soap instead.

Oh well. You’d slap his ass later when he gets out of the shower.

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König:

- This man is new to intimacy and relationships, so he’s not very aware of the possibilities that come with having a significant other.

- So when you get into the shower with him? Goodness gravy he’s startled.

- “Oh I’m sorry, honey. I just need to shower quickly before work.” He nods and tries to hide the embarrassed look on his face. You’ve both seen each other naked so many times but he feels shy each time.

- This man refuses to see your private parts because he feels like he’s peeking. You have to reassure him that it’s okay.

- He’s a tall man, so showering is always awkward for him. And this was the biggest he could find and it still wasn’t enough. The shower head was at level with his neck so there are times where he has to duck down to get all the water.

- You offer to help him wash himself and he nods. His large size also prevents him from reaching places so a little help is very much appreciated.

- You wash his back and he’s instantly leaning into your touch for more. He feels so loved and cared for.

- You ask him to sit down on the bathtub floor and he obliges. Now the water was raining down on his whole body.

- You begin washing his hair and he loves it. The way your fingers gently brush his scalp with shampoo and massage him softly.

- He hums when you hit a good spot and moves even closer to you. His blue eyes are closed and he’s almost falling asleep.

“It feels nice, liebling..” His voice is deeper and more gentle when he’s not timid. You swoon for it each time.

“Should I shower with you more often then?”You say before leaning down and kissing his forehead.

“It would be a lovely treat.” He sighs out and relaxes more into your touch, opening his eyes and looking up at you lovingly.

You smile at him and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Isn’t it about time you get ready, dear? I don’t want you to be late..” His voice sounds sad when he realizes you have to go soon, but you shake your head no.

“They can survive without me for a while. Let me take care of you, my love.” You reassure him that you’re staying until you’re both done. You don’t want to leave him just yet either.

He smiles at you and holds your hand, keeping it on his cheek.

“Ich liebe dich.”

You cup his other cheek and give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you too.”

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I was in the shower when I was thinking about these darling men and thus, this fic was born.

I also fucking love König omfg please give me a König in real life I beg of you universe

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

hmm, what would guys do if they saw y/n pleasing herself? I mean, there are many reasons for this, because each of them disappears for a while, they come too tired and sometimes only have time to wash and prepare for a new mission.

Aaaahhh loved this request, thank you!!☺️🩷

If I missed anyone you'd like to see just lmk and I can edit them in.

A/N: I feel like I write way too much smut🤣

141 + König Walking in On Fem! Partner Pleasing Herself

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Warnings: smut, mutual maturation, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), swearing, FILTH

Simon Ghost Riley-

Simon had been on deployment for a little over two months.

You got yourself comfortable on your bed and stripped from the waist down, leaving you bare. Your hand made its way down your abdomen and stopped just before your pelvic bone.

Closing your eyes, you let your thoughts drift to Simon. Taking your lower lip into your teeth, you let your hand graze your heat and let out a soft whimper. You trailed your finger through your soft folds, and started to rub circles into your clit.

You slipped a finger into your core and started fingering yourself with fervor. Your mind wandered to Simon yet again. The image of his sculpted torso and strong arms holding you as he fucked you senseless filled your brain.

"Simon." You moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Must say, what a fuckin' sight to come home to." Simon's gruff voice sounded from the door.

You immediately stopped what you were doing and sat up, cheeks aflame with embarrasment. "Simon! You're home!"

Simon only nodded and set his bag on the ground beside him as he leaned against the door frame. "Don't stop on my account, love. I was enjoying the show."

You bit your lip seductively and laid back down onto the sheets behind you. Holding eye contact with him, you spread your legs further to give him a better view of your cunt. Using your index finger, you slowly started to rub up and down your heat, collecting the juices that had accumulated there.

His mouth dropped open, and a low groan sounded from him as he watched you bring the finger to your mouth and wrap your lips around it, cleaning your arousal from it.

"Bloody fucking hell." He ripped his pants down, putting his hard cock on display for you. He made his way over to the bed and climbed over top of you. "You're a fucking minx."

He pressed up on the underside of your thighs and pinned them back so that your knees were on either side of your head.

He pressed an open mouth kiss to your core before sheathing himself fully into your cunt with no warning.

He groaned loudly as you were tight walls squeezed around his length and started to snap his hips into you at a deliciously fast pace.

Your mind went blank as he pounded into you, your hands finding solace on his shoulder blades as they squeezed the flesh there.

He made sure that night, that you'd never need to please yourself again when he was around.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You were in the shower, desperate to rid yourself of the growing pool of heat between your thighs.

Johnny had come home a few hours ago from a long mission and immediately passed out on the couch. You'd gotten yourself excited, as it's usually custom for the two of you to have sex shortly after Johnny walked in the door.

He was so tired, though, and you couldn't blame him for falling asleep. But now here you were, horny beyond belief, and weren't able to think of anything but your own release.

You hesitantly grabbed the shower head and lifted it off its holder. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back on the cold tile, as you turned the water pressure up slightly, then moved the head toward your aching cunt.

You let out a small gasp as the water hit your clit, the heat mixed with the pressure had your eyes rolling back.

You started to slowly move the shower head up and down your heat, as little whimpers continued to emit from your lips.

"Couldn't wait for me, eh, lass?" You heard a chuckle from outside the shower curtain.

You dropped the shower head instantly and peered around the curtain to see Johnny standing with a wicked smile on his face.

"I'm, I'm so sorry." You bit your lip nervously. In all your years together, he'd never caught you pleasing yourself, and you weren't sure if he was upset with you.

"Oh, do not apologize for that. I could listen to those sounds all day." He stripped his shirt off and discarded his pants as he spoke. You let your eyes drift to his midsection, where you could see he was rock hard. "Left my baby hanging, tis only fair I help her out, don't you think?"

You let out a whine at his words and nodded your head eagerly.

He stepped into the shower and turned you so that you were facing the shower wall. A harsh smack came down on your ass as you felt the tip of his cock teasing at your soaked folds. "Be a good girl, yeah? Let me fuck you good."

He bit into the apex of your shoulder blade as he pushed himself into you with a loud groan. He started out at brisk pace, pulling his cock out and ramming it back into you, leaving him, and you breathless.

It was long into the night before he was done with you, the shower head being long forgotten.

König-

You had barely seen your boyfriend König all day. He'd been running around base, being pulled in every direction, and you'd not gotten the chance to talk to him at all.

You found yourself in your private quarters, aching for a way to relieve some of your stress. You'd laid down on your bed and let your hand find its way to your core, letting a small groan out at the contact.

You'd been sexually frustrated for a few days now but didn't have the heart to bother König about it. He was insanely busy, and you didn't want to be a burden with it.

You slid off your sweats, and your hand slipped into the fabric of your underwear. You started lightly toying with your clit, before running your fingers up and down your slit.

Your other hand flew under your shirt, and started massaging your breast, as you slipped a slender finger inside your cunt.

You were so lost in the moment that you hadn't heard König enter the room.

"Schat?" Königs soft voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flew open, and saw Königs eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Kö, baby I.." Your words stopped short, as you were unsure of what to say.

"Have....have I not been satisfactory in bed?" You could hear his voice breaking slightly.

"What? Oh my gosh, Kö, that's not it at all!" You immediately waved away the notion, appalled that he would even think that. "I just... you seemed so busy, and I didn't want to bother you.."

Königs looked visibly relieved at your words as he let out the breath he was holding in. "I see."

He slowly began to undress himself and started to crawl toward you on the bed. "You can always come and get me, Maus, understood?"

You nodded your head meekly as you watched him spread your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Now, tell me what you want." He said before placing a kiss to the inside of your leg.

"You. Anything from you." You whimpered.

A dark chuckle emitted from him as he fully removed his sniper hood. He gave you a small nod before shoving his face in between your thighs.

He flicked his tongue back and forth lazily on your clit, while exhaling deeply into your heat. He moved your thighs over his shoulders, giving him better access to your cunt. He looked over at the vibrator you had laying next to you, and a small smirk formed on his lips, as he grabbed it.

"Want to make you feel good, Engel." He whispered as he slipped two fingers into your pussy, scissoring his fingers against your velvet walls. He returned his mouth to your clit, and continued flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands moved to grasp his hair, pulling on it harshly. He let out a loud moan into your heat before picking up the pace with his fingers, as he began to pump them in and out of your soaked core.

It wasn't long before you became a babbling mess underneath him, as nothing could ever compare to his touch.

John Price-

John had told you he'd be coming home late, as he still had a bunch of stuff to finish up on base. With John, late could either mean he wouldn't be coming home at all, or he'd not come home til the wee hours of the morning.

You'd been desperate for release all day. You were hoping that he'd come home on time today, but the cards were not in your favor.

It wasn't often that you pleased yourself, especially with how high of a sex drive John had, but it was times like these where you were desperate to find your release, even if it meant by your own hand.

You were sitting on the leather couch in his home office, when you started to roll your clit in between your fingers. You cried out softly as you picked up your movements, your eyes fluttering shut. You traced your finger along your folds and dipped two of your fingers into your aching hole.

Your soft moans filled the room as you fingered yourself with determination. You let your mind wander to John and started to pretend that your fingers were his, which allowed you to draw closer to your orgasm before a throat cleared in the room.

You instinctively removed your fingers from your core and opened your eyes. You were met with John's dark eyes and a bemused expression on his face.

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I."

"John, I..." You fumbled for words as John moved to his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your pussy.

"Go on then, show Daddy how you please yourself when he's not around."

You whimpered as he slapped your inner thigh but continued to do as he said. You were rubbing vigorously at your clit, your legs trembling with the pace you'd set.

Price watched in awe as you started to come undone by your own hand, his cock begging to be freed from his trousers, but this was your time. He wanted to watch you cum before he thought of his own release.

As you neared your orgasm, your strokes became languid, and your legs started to quake. With one final stroke, your orgasm tore through you, as you let out a silent scream, and thrashed on the couch.

Price moved to steady your legs before looking at you with a devilish grin. "Look at the mess you made, baby girl."

He stroked a finger between your sopping, sensitive folds. He held eye contact with you as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked with an obscene noise. "Be a good girl, and let daddy clean it up."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

It was late into the night, and you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. You felt a familiad aching in your core, and you were beyond horny. Kyle was asleep peacefully next to you, and you didn't have the heart to wake up.

Not wanting to move off the bed, you slipped your panties off and grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table. Kyle was a heavy sleeper, so you weren't too worried about waking him as you turned on the vibrator.

You bit your bottom lip to prevent a low moan from emitting as you pressed the vibrator against your clit. You threw your head back on the pillow behind you, continuing the languid back and forth motion with your hand.

"Babe?" Kyle asked, his voice still stained with sleep. He looked over to find an endearing sight. "Watcha doing there?"

Turning off the vibrator, you threw it to your table before covering yourself. "I was um...I was..."

"Enjoying yourself it looked like. Why don't you keep going? Was rather enjoying watching." Kyle pulled his boxers down, letting his hardened dick spring free. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping himself lazily. You watched he drew his thumb across the precum forming at his tip, before returning back to fist his cock.

You moaned at the sight and grabbed your vibrator, returning it to its place along your bundle of nerves. You rubbed your clit with it, matching the pace of Kyle's strokes, never taking your eyes off of him. The sight of him jerking himself off had to be the hottest thing you'd think you'd ever seen.

Needless to say, you ended up sleeping like a baby that night.

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