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THE MAN ON THE TRAIN┊TOJI FUSHIGURO

… After weeks of watching the man on the train out of the corner of your eye, you notice that one day he sits across from you and that’s when you realize you’re not the only one who’s been watching him. It seems that he also has an interest in you.

⊹ pairing. toji fushiguru x fem!reader

⊹ tags. smut (18+ only), exhibicionism, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation kink, begging, petnames/praising (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl), spanking (once), mean!toji, tiny bit of voice kink, spit play, a little bit of ass play, squirting, oral (f > m), age gap (late 20s, early 30s), reader’s pov. | wc. 3.8k

It was around five o'clock in the afternoon when it happened.

I knew without checking the time on my wrist, I didn’t have to, the sky was so orange bathing all of Shibuya that it was clear what time it was.

I pretended to ignore it for a couple of seconds. Heavy seconds that turned into what felt like a finite minute, I tried to disguise it by looking out the window, the clouds seemed to be rolling over some buildings as we left the city behind and my neck was starting to tense up because of the way I was turning it so much towards the glass, very interested in the peculiar color of the clouds.

I knew without even hesitating. It was just the two of us in the carriage, so there was no way he was looking at anyone else but me.

The aisle checker peers between the cars with slow but steady steps looking from one side to the other, making sure that everything is correct, that no one has forgotten any belongings or that some unwanted stowaway hasn’t snuck in. As he passes us, he leans forward a little and I do the same.

The man on the train gives him a sort of smile, the scar splitting one corner of his mouth quivers and he proceeds to say something that my limited Japanese cannot decipher all the while I try to ignore the sudden warmth that hearing him speak for the first time brings to life inside me. The other man just nods and answers him in a raspy voice and then continues on his way.

I’m sure when the gentleman is far enough away that he can’t hear us or even remember our names he looks back at me.

I shuffle on the seat, tossing aside non-existent lint from my pants.

“You’re not from around here.” I stop dead in my tracks and raise my gaze only to confirm that he’s really talking to me.

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So, I recently smacked my knuckle against a cart at work. It immediately bruised and swelled (I'm fine, that's not the point of this). It got me thinking how any of your Bucky AUs would react to reader coming home with a minor injury like that.

Chubby Alpha Bucky: So he felt your flare of pain through the bond and the only reason he wasn't already busting down the doors at your job to get you was your phone call reassuring your alpha that yes you're okay, yes you're going to finish your shift, yes you're sure Bucky.

So he turned the truck around and waited for you, ice packs, snacks and lotion on the coffee table. Grumbling the entire time, making sure that you knew through the bond that he's not going to be happy until he sees your injury.

Your car is still in drive when he flings open the door, he puts in park, unbuckles your seat belt and hoists you into his arms. You shouldn't laugh but he's so adorable when he's cranky and worried over you.

You show him your swollen knuckle and he vows to kick the carts ass. By the time you're actually in the house, you're crying from laughing so hard.

Bucky plops you on the couch, puts a snack on your belly and orders you to let him take care of you. He ices your hand and then massages it gently, his large fingers rubbing soothing circles over the tender skin.

Beefy alpha Bucky: yeah, you couldn't convince him to stay away. He alpha commanded your boss into giving you the day off and then he took you home and pampered you. He keeps scenting you, coating you in his pheromones until you're dizzy, limp and happy. You don't even feel your finger after a while.

Mafia Bucky: He knew about your injury the second it happened, your bodyguard reports everything to him. Not that you mind because by the time you got home, he paid for personal spa services to make you feel better. So now you're getting couples massages in your living room while being fed strawberries by Andy, the masseuse.

TFAWS Bucky: He can't stand even minor injuries, part of him wishing he could somehow absorb your pain. So he does the next best thing, he hauls you on his lap, puts on your favorite movie and massages your hand while you rest your head on his shoulder.

Chubby Baker Bucky: He’s kissing your knuckles, icing them and then whipping up a sweet dessert to take your mind off the pain. You’re getting the full treatment tonight. Whatever you want, you’re getting and he doesn’t care that its a little injury peach, its not the point. He’s going to take care of you, so shush and let him. 

So now you’re being spoiled.

Chubby librarian Bucky: He’s not good with injuries so he distracts you until you’re feeling better, he has movies, comics, he’s making you and he’s even willing to sing(but that might hurt more than your finger) and after he sees you’re okay, he decides an orgasm or two will take away the pain. And who are you to argue with that logic?

Beefy Biker Bucky: Bucky is more than capable of taking care of injuries because of his time in the army, so he knows how to wrap and ice your hand so you feel better. A few motrin and one massage later you feel great. But now he has to check your entire body for injuries. Inch by inch until he's sure you're okay. "And that means all of you gorgeous so go on and take your panties off."

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The Burnt Rose

Prompt:  

Imagine you’re a Victorian woman and somehow end up betrothed to Sherlock. It was not your doing, but you are not unhappy about it because he seems respectful, polite and rather gentle, on top of being incredibly handsome.BUT as soon as you get married and you are his, he changes completely and he becomes a dark, primal beast with you.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader (2nd person pov)

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, Dub!Con, deflowering, rough possessive primal sex, biting, arranged marriage, breeding kink, creampie.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Thank you lovely anon for this amazing prompt. I was having an emotionally stressful day and writing this one-shot helped me deal with my pain. I do love writing about the darkness in Sherlock, so this was great to work on. Many thanks to @agniavateira​ my close friend and muse who beta’d this story.

Title: The Burnt Rose

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I NEED PERV HEADCANONS FOR EVERYONE….. pls…

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ft. eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard

— explicit content ahead: panty + bra stealing, manipulation, upskirt photos, nonconsensual voyeurism, masturbation, “innocent” touching (ulterior motives)

— note: anon you are a genius... im planning on doing more, especially with the girls!

okay. eren? watch out.

one of the main things perv eren does is masturbate over pictures of you. he doesn't even need porn; he just opens your social media to find at least one photo and fondles his cock over the phone screen

you guys went to a photo booth at the mall once and took photos together. when eren got home, he masturbated and covered the roll of pictures in thick white cum

most of it was directed at the photo where you both were jokingly sticking your tongues out. the pose was his idea as he said it’d be funny – when in reality, he wanted to do it because it’d be easier to imagine what you’d look like kneeling with your mouth open, waiting to swallow his seed 🥺

speaking of photos… eren has secretly taken upskirt pictures of you before. he is so sly with it too; he waits until you’re distracted and then opens his phone’s camera, angling it right under your skirt. he snaps the photo quickly and then shoves his phone back into his pocket, smiling innocently when you turn back around

eren does have moments where he feels bad, of course — you’re his best friend :((

but the exhilaration he gets from doing these things??? it prevents him from stopping

HE HAS THE DIRTIEST FANTASIES

fucking you in a shirt of his is one of them. so, one day, eren purposefully spills his sprite on you at the dining hall. he apologizes profusely, waving you toward his backpack. “i brought an extra shirt you can wear.”

and you accept the oversized fabric so gratefully, so sweetly that eren could fuck you right then and there. the feeling only increases tenfold when you emerge from the bathroom dressed in it

when you give the shirt back to eren the next day, he doesn't hesitate to take it home. he lounges on his bed and sniffs it; it smells like you now, and he just can’t get enough.

that night, eren uses the shirt as a pillowcase — just so he can bury his face in it as he lays down and fucks his cock with his fist, grinding against the mattress. he inhales your scent over and over, picturing that you’re right next to him

he looks at your chest a lot too. lots of sneaky peeks.

when eren passes you sometimes, he’ll place a hand on your lower back and gently move you to the side as if he’s saying a silent excuse me.

in reality, he just wants to touch you

perv eren is DOWN BAD. HE IS A FIEND THAT THIRSTS FOR YOUR PUSSY ON THE DAILY. 🧎🏼‍♀️

one of the most seemingly innocent closet pervs EVER.

armin is smart as hell, and he definitely uses that to his advantage. he’s also a good manipulator, so expect to get exploited a lot 😳

armin convinces you to study with him a ton. he tells you that the classes on your schedule for next semester are extremely hard — a total lie — so you should start studying with him now. even though you don't understand it, you meet armin in the library anyway

after all, armin knows you’re a hard working girl, knows you’ll come sit with him, just like he wants <3

armin feels TERRIBLE. he’s not dumb; he’s aware that he’s taking advantage of you

but can you really blame him? you’re simply too pretty, too nice, so sweet. your body is amazing, always beckoning him :((

armin touches you fleetingly at any chance possible, making it look like an accident every time. even the simplest caresses gets him hard as fuck in his pants.

when your knees brush together? armin is holding back a shaky sigh. when your fingertips touch as you pass something to him? he’s imagining them swiping the head of his cock. and when you whisper in his ear? armin shudders and has to excuse himself, coming up with a reason for his departure

you have no idea how many hours armin spends stroking himself nonstop, wishing you were poised in front of him, begging for him to cum all over your pretty face

SUPER OBSERVANT. armin is an analytical thinker; it’s easy for him to memorize everything about your body. he can tell what bra you’re wearing based on how your chest feels against his when you both hug — and even by the outline of it through your shirt

armin feels guilty about it, but he thinks about taking that bra off and squeezing your boobs together, just enough for him to urge his dick between them and titty fuck you. he imagines how his cum would shoot out and coat your chin, your cheeks, your beautiful face.

he imagines that when he goes to pull away ... fuck, you dart your tongue out to lick the head of his cock and collect whatever strings of cum are left hanging off the tip

masturbates constantly to the idea of it. a menace :)

super good at hiding the fact he’s a perv (thanks to his exceptional poker-face)

jean has been over to your house so many times; he knows the layout, knows your room like the back of his hand, knows exactly which drawer holds your panties and your bras. the second you leave the room to get snacks or use the bathroom, he’s instantly making a move to take something

and of course he feels bad. jean has always had a strong moral compass, and has always been able to differentiate between right and wrong. but when it comes to you? fuck, he’s willing to break a few rules.

his favorite way to take your things though? sifting through your hamper.

it’s become a regular thing at this point; jean steals a pair of your panties and a bra. he stuffs them into his pants before you come back, and by the time you make it to your room, he’s already lounging on the bed again on his phone. it’s like nothing happened

jean clenches his jaw from the adrenaline of it, from knowing that this isn’t right: but he still doesn’t put them back. he needs to have some alone time with them, at least once

once jean is home, he’s pulling your undies and bra out. he opens the panties up, lightly brushing his nose right into the fabric where your pussy would sit. they’re used and they’re perfect.

he throbs knowing that your cunt was once pressed there, and nearly loses his mind wondering if you ever watched porn in them — if you’ve ever gotten wet, dampening the fabric and rubbing your clit through them

jean can’t stop picturing it: you calling his name as he suckles on your itty bitty clit, licking and devouring everything you give him

before jean knows it, he's a shaking mess, panting like a bitch in heat as he humps his cock into your panties without a thought in his dumb, vacant brain

jean reaches his climax after imagining the look that would be on your face as he rips you open on his cock, your voice sobbing out, “w-we’re best friends, we shouldn’t be doing this–!” before you cum again and again and again.

jean pulls out of the underwear to cum all over your bra, staining it with webs of white and groaning out your name, smearing his seed into the fabric until it absorbs it

don’t worry about cleaning them though; he’s always sure to throw your undergarments in the wash before secretly bringing them back to your house when you invite him over

he takes pride in knowing that your breasts will sit in the cups he once spilled all over

that’s not it, though. jean glances at your boobs, your ass, your lips. he grits his teeth at the thought of demolishing every part of your body, and gets hard when you smile at him so sweetly.

the deadpan look on his face?? it does nothing to give him away <3

THIS MAN. connie is probably the most obvious and also the least ashamed of how big of a pervert he is 💀

he comes up behind you and says “oh, you’ve got something on your pants,” before brushing his hand over your ass a few times, pretending he’s getting a piece of fuzz off

newsflash: nothing is there :)

and maybe you have a lil feeling that he’s not being entirely innocent, because connie squeezes your ass for a millisecond before pulling away… but he readjusts his backpack over a shoulder and keeps walking ahead. maybe it was nothing

but to him? it was certainly something

connie ALWAYS climbs up the stairs behind you. always.

if you question him about it, he’s instantly saying “ladies first” with the cheekiest grin on his face. you just assume he’s being goofy, and part of him is — but the other part loves seeing your hips move as you ascend every step.

when you wear skirts? he is instantly taking a photo to save to his camera roll. your pretty ass cheeks just call his name <3

sometimes connie purposefully knocks something out of your hand (your phone being his main choice) just so he can stare at your panties + ass when you bend down. cleavage is a HUGE win for him too. boobs or ass, connie doesnt care. as long as it’s on you, its fair game

connie lovessss snapping photos of you too. you could be doing anything with him and he’s whipping out his camera, telling you to strike a pose. it comes across as one of his childish games, though he just takes the pictures so he can jack off to them later

the second connie opens his camera roll later that night, his tongue is running along his front teeth, dimples showing out of delight. he’s excited because he knows he’s going to cum so fucking hard. just look at you: so beautiful and innocent, unknowing as to what he was going to do

connie is such a bastard too, because he’ll purposely send you a dick pick  — waiting until you say something out of shock, and then replying “i didn’t mean to send that!”

in reality, connie just wants you to see how thick and plump his cock is, all in the hopes that you’d let him fuck you :((

god, connie masturbates for at least an hour to the thought of you sending him nudes back, cumming all over his phone. he keeps having to wipe the screen down with tissues and soapy water, but it's fine — the image of your cheeks getting painted in his hot, white seed is enough to satiate him 💖

honestly, reiner HATES being a perv the most

he has an extremely guilty conscience, and every time he does something questionable, it haunts him

and yet, he can’t stop thinking about you. thinking about your thighs, your tongue, the plushness of your cunt.

one of the things he’s done?? reiner stole your vibrator from your bedside table.

it was such an impulsive thing, done so fast in the spur of the moment that reiner didn’t realize he did it… not until it was too late to put it back 😭

reiner doesn’t even feel worthy of holding it; he cups it in his giant palms as he sits on the edge of his bed, staring down at the bullet vibe, wondering what to do. it’s a pretty color, one he expected you would like

and he can’t stop thinking: this was on your cunt at some point. it was inside of you. you probably came on it.

those thoughts alone have reiner shimmying his hard dick out of his sweatpants and turning the vibe on. he presses the toy to his cockhead and moans as it vibrates, stirring up his nerves so deliciously <3

reiner bites his lower lip to suppress his groans. the swell of your tits in your shirts and your pretty thighs come to mind — he’s stared at them long enough to know every detail about. all he can do is rock against the vibrator, thinking of you being here with him and watching

knowing that this vibrator was once pressed up to your clit — and now it’s on his dick — is what makes reiner cum.

he orgasms all over the toy, groaning out a broken “oh fuck” along with a pitiful “sorry” because he already feels so horrible :((

as a perv, reiner also goes out of his way to find porn of girls who look like you or sound like you. because he has an affinity for LOUD nasty sex, he’s always searching for new audios to masturbate to, imagining that it’s you on the other side of the screen

reiner can see it already: him pushing you against the wall and the sickening squelch of your drippy pussy being rocked into, the bedframe hitting the wall

he humps pillows too. but that’s not his fault, is it? sweet boy is just so worked up — even pretending his fist is your cunt doesn’t get him off anymore

reiner is so big that he has to sandwich two pillows together and slide his cock through the crack where they meet, slipping it in and out, breaths coming out in small pants

reiner orgasms really fast this way too, a polaroid photo of you clutched in his hand as his jaw falls half-open and he cums during a particularly hard thrust

poor perverted reiner loves you so much and just doesn’t know how to contain himself. you’re his best friend, and the last thing he wants is to ruin your relationship 🥺

so, for now, reiner decides he’s going to keep doing this; being lewd and depraved, maybe stealing a few more of your things and cumming onto your pictures. he already has plenty of sins, so what’s a few more? <3

BIG PERVERT. TRUST ME.

constantly thinking about fucking you. CONSTANTLY.  the slightest look at your breasts or your smirk have his thoughts running rampant. he’s horny when you touch his arm, when you lean against him, when you do pretty much anything that entails you coming into contact with him

porco gives you his jacket when it’s chilly outside — and while he does it because he cares — he also does it so he can put it back on later and bathe in your smell.

porco had one of his birthday parties at a pool. he doesn't even like swimming that much; it was just so he could see you in a swimsuit

porco walks around with his hands in his pockets most of the time. it’s something you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

but little do you know, that sometimes, he’s brushing his fingers over his hardening cock as he wets his lips, eyes on you

one time, porco went into your house unannounced to give you something. he didn’t think it was a big deal; he’s been there multiple times, and you’re close friends, so you probably wouldn't care anyway…

but when porco sees your door cracked open and peeks to see you masturbating, his original task is forgotten. the sight leaves him stunned, mouth dropped open, cock leaking through his boxers

yeah, porco knows peeping is bad – but he never said he was a nice guy.

so he records the whole thing on his phone, holding his breath and fondling his dick through his jeans

porco suddenly fantasizes about what his next move should be: realistically, he’s going to pretend nothing happened. but in his head, he’d love to bust through the door and pin you down. he wants to fuck you, wants to teach you that it's unsafe to expose yourself like this when someone could be watching

that’s the funny part: porco is 100% a hypocritical pervert

if he sees someone ogling at your body, or intentionally brushing up on you (exactly how he does it, no less) porco is fuming. absolutely pissed.

no one should touch you like that unless they have pure intentions, unless it’s an accident. porco is the only exception, and he tries to make sense of it in his mind: you two are friends, so it’s a little better if he does it, right?

oh well, who gives a fuck — that’s how porco prefers to see it. whether it’s right or wrong, he doesn’t tend to dwell on it. he’s too impulsive for that 🙄

you’re just amazing, made to be fucked dumb on his cock. porco can’t stand not doing anything about it, so he tries to get some sort of relief by buying a fleshlight

he makes sure that the skin tone on the toy matches yours perfectly; it makes it easier to imagine it’s you.

and god, porco pretends nonstop. he masturbates with it every night after you unknowingly tease him by hugging him, smiling at him, batting your lashes.

porco can’t get enough of it. and while he’s sure that the fleshlight doesn’t even compare to the way your pussy must feel, he pictures that it’s your cunt on his cock — the inside of it velvety smooth, stroking up and down as he rocks his hips up into the hole — and fuck, he loses his mind. the image of your face screwed up in pleasure has him tossing his head back, brain nearly shutting down

porco climaxes into the fleshlight with a primal growl, chanting your name and panting breathlessly, filling it up. once everything is said and done, he gathers some of his cum and slathers it all over the fake cunt, huffing.

he wonders what it’d be like to do the same to your pussy lips 💖

porco washes his hands of course, but expect him to touch with you the same fingers the next day :)

my melody jewelry boxes ♡︎

A Touch Too Far

Summary: Alpha Steve has had enough of his two omegas playing games with him. Now he’s going to show them who’s really in charge. AKA you learn why its a bad idea to listen to omega Bucky. 

Pairing: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics, mean/dom Steve, smut, 18+, edging, overstimulation, bratty omega Bucky. Subby 6'5" Bucky. Steve’s taller 👀.

a/n: Sinday drabble #2

Steve is always eager to come home after a long day of work. While you each have jobs, you’re an upcoming writer and Bucky teaches self-defense to omegas and betas, Steve is the main provider for the household but it’s the two of you that make it a home.

You turned his brownstone into the epitome of warmth and comfort, your nests in the living room and bedroom, something always cooking in the kitchen, music playing throughout the first floor, it’s always a little messy and chaotic and he loves every aspect of it. 

Providing for you two makes the long, tedious hours worth it. it’s not usual for either you or Bucky waiting for him while the other one gets dinner ready. Although last week he had to ban Bucky from answering the door since he doesn’t like to wear clothes inside the house and Steve was tired of him flashing the neighbors. He’s still dealing with the fallout from that, it’s amazing how pouty a 6’5” omega can be.

Steve knew it was getting closer to your upcoming heats but he had one final merger that required his presence and so he reluctantly left the two of you alone in your nest. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy on you but he promised he would hurry home. And he pointed out when you both begged him to stay that unlike other omegas at least you had each other. He knows you can use each other to take the edge off until he’s finished work. So neither of you are suffering without him.

But you brats made him suffer all fucking day.

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