#jinxxyminxxy

[doctorgerth]

Hihi!! I had this NSFW idea sitting around & I doubt I’ll ever write it so I’d love to see where you take it! Eustass Kid has a piece of smooth metal he’s made to fit perfectly inside his Fem!S/O so perfectly that when he’s using his DF abilities he can hit every sweet spot and essentially fuck you senseless, what if one day he decides to have a bit of fun with it inside his S/O during an alliance meeting? ((I apologize I am a heathen 😳))

Very interesting concept, I had a lot of fun exploring it 👀👀 I hope this is kind of what you had in mind? Thanks for this awesome request, Minx! Hope you’re doing well and that you enjoy this 💕 (also, big thanks to @thenotsofantasticlifestory for beta reading for me, you da best!)

description: Attending alliance meetings is pretty boring. Thankfully, Kid knows just how to make them a little more exciting. 

warnings: 18+ content / explicit sexual content / dom!Kid / slight degradation / sex toy / public play / female reader

Keep it In (Eustass Kid)

Word Count: 1.8k

“Mmm, Kid-”

A loud banging on the door interrupted the moment, making the two of you pause. Kid groaned in exaggerated exasperation and dropped his head into the crook of your neck, refusing to budge as if simply ignoring the intruder would make the knocking stop. 

It was your third attempt at using the new sex toy Kid had created to add a little spice to your sexy times, and though it was well evident by now that it clearly performed its job well, Kid claimed it was still in the testing stages. You didn’t mind of course, as you were always left more than satisfied when you served as Kid’s test subject. 

“Important meeting, Kid. We gotta go.” Killer’s voice called out, followed by more incessant knocking. The both of you knew you wouldn’t be able to finish before Killer would relent. 

“That’s okay babe, we can finish la-”

“Keep it in.” He ordered abruptly as he rose off of you to dress himself.

“Uh, what?” 

“You heard me.” He smirked as he tossed your clothes in your direction, “Keep it in and come join me for this meeting. I’m sure as hell not leaving you here to take care of yourself without me.” 

“Kid, this is an alliance meeting...”

“Exactly, I need some form of entertainment. Besides, I wanna test the noise level.”

Such bullshit and you knew it. You could read it all over his face.

“Be a good girl for me and I’ll take care of you once the stupid meeting is over.”

And that’s how you found yourself in this current situation: enduring a tedious alliance meeting next to your lover, who was currently, and unbeknownst to everyone else, teasing you maliciously with that cursed sex toy and his devil fruit abilities. He had started off easy, which was quite surprising as Kid almost never went easy on you, but it seemed he wanted to take his time in toying with you. Which only made you sweat with worry, wondering just how long the meeting would last.

Besides fidgeting in your seat awkwardly, you had managed to hold yourself together for the first five minutes. The small vibrations were actually quite pleasant as the vibrator thrummed gently within you. It didn’t take too much longer for Kid to grow bored with this pace, however, as he decided to amp up the settings by using the slightest movements of his metallic fingers in order to increase the intensity every time he nearly fell asleep due to Basil Hawkins’ monotonous voice. Killer knew well that Kid was hardly paying attention, only piping in when something interested him, so of course he took the reins for the sake of the meeting. It was probably best as Kid was not very civil when it came to alliance meetings, and he seemed quite occupied with other thoughts as he fiddled with his fingers.

Another flick of his metallic digits and suddenly the toy was steadily vibrating inside you. It was still a rather low setting, but it was enough to make your body jerk at the sudden change of pace. Kid eyed you with utter mischief in his eyes, a smile so wicked you nearly wanted to reach over and smack him. Your hands were clasped tightly together at your lap, and you bit your lip to suppress any whimpers that dared to escape as the toy continuously vibrated against all the right spots. You had to give him credit, it really did fit perfectly inside of you. 

“(Name), are you alright?” Killer’s head turned in your direction, and suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you. This only made the knot in your stomach tighten, thus making you all the more sensitive to the toy’s vibrations. You gnawed on your lip and nodded vigorously, “Just fine.” 

Killer’s head turned towards Kid and you could read Killer well enough to know that he was peering at his captain in an accusatory manner; the latter only shrugging nonchalantly, as if he didn’t have a damn clue. Oh, you’d make sure to torment him when you got the ch-

As he twitched his fingers yet again, your hands flew to the table, catching everyone’s attention once more. You coughed awkwardly to attempt to cover up your moans and thankfully they talked over you and continued on. You shot daggers at Kid who only winked at you in response. He leaned back in his chair, placing his feet up onto the table, and puffed out that beautiful, burly chest you so loved to mark and claw at. That same chest you were clawing at not too long ago, with the faintest red lines still visible on his pale skin. And all you could think about was touching that chest again, riding him madly until your legs gave out, having his dick fill you up instead of this damned toy. It felt amazing, but you needed him. You knew that’s exactly what that smug bastard had in mind when daring you to keep the vibrator in. Guess you’d find out later if it was worth it. 

The taste of blood hit your taste buds and you realized you were worrying your bottom lip to the point of tearing. You needed something else to hold onto. As the vibrations increased in intensity, your hands quickly reached over to Kid’s thigh. His eyes widened for just a second before peering over at you. He dropped his legs, placing them under the table, and allowing you to claw into him. And then another flick of his fingers sent you. 

You strangled a gasp, making it come out as a deep exhale as your claws dug deeper into his skin. He gritted his teeth, clearly enjoying your sharp grip, and grabbed at your hand. The feeling of his skin against yours was overwhelming. You held onto it tightly, squeezing for dear life as Kid continued to increase the speed of the vibrator. You wanted nothing more than to bring that hand to give your clit the attention it so desperately needed, to bring you to that peak that was just within your reach. You wanted him all over you, caressing you, groping you. You needed contact and it took everything within you to not jump his bones right there on the table. 

He brought your hand over, placing your palm against his hardening cock. You weren’t sure if his hard-on was supposed to make you feel better or worse. It thrilled you to know that Kid was getting off on this, but damn, how demeaning would it be for everyone to know that you two were currently feeling each other up? To the crew, Kid being handsy with you was a regular occurrence. But there was something incredibly dirty about what you two were doing under the table in the company of strangers; even worse, potential allies. Killer would surely give you two an earful if he found out.

Nevertheless, you grabbed on, making sure to be as gentle as possible, and it throbbed to life. Rubbing him out discreetly served as a reliable temporary distraction, despite the small tremors that shook your body every now and then. You pretended to not notice the way everyone at the table would flicker their attention towards the two of you. And you could’ve sworn you noticed a tint of red in Apoo’s cheeks as he quickly averted his eyes when you caught him staring. 

A strange part of you wanted them to stare. Something deep within you wanted them to know exactly what you two were doing to each other. The thrill of getting caught turned you on immensely, causing your panties to dampen more and more at the idea. Squeezing your legs together only drove you more wild, that knot tightening by the second in your abdomen, begging to come undone. You moved your hand to his thigh once more so as to not hurt him as the vibrator was turned up to what you believed to be the highest setting. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting them roll back as a little bit of drool tickled out of the corner of your mouth.

Kid noticed you were close and leaned into you, burying into your damp hair, “You gonna come for me? You’d better be quiet, or they’ll catch us. Then I’ll have to punish you.”

You attempted to shoo him away, focusing on that white hot heat that was beginning to envelop you, but your body felt numb, overstimulated and overworked despite not even climaxing yet. Trying to fight the delicious pleasure of the vibrations proved to be inefficacious as the more you put up a fight, the more intensely it seemed to stimulate you. Paired with everyone’s wandering eyes and the thrill of getting caught, you were driven absolutely mad with desire and satisfaction. 

As your fingers dug into Kid’s thigh, most definitely breaking the skin even through his pants, your entire body shook violently as you came. Stars filled your eyes, the brightest you had ever seen, and caused your entire body to tingle all over. Kid took you under his arm, playing off the moment as you two being playful and everyone seemed to buy it as they ignored the two of you. Perhaps they really had been the whole time. 

Meanwhile, your abused pussy continued to spasm as the toy remained vibrating inside of you. You whimpered into his chest and thankfully, Kid relented quickly. He stopped the vibrator all together, giving you a chance to finally inhale some much needed air. You breathed in deeply as you came down from your high, embracing his gentle hold on you.

“You dirty slut, I’m gonna fuck you senseless once we get back to the room.” He whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, quickly biting your earlobe before pulling away.

You couldn’t even wait for the meeting to end. As you noticed the members were in deep conversation, you made it a point to sneak quietly from the table and towards your bedroom. Kid laughed to himself as he watched you waddle away, trying to keep your juices from running down your legs. 

As soon as you closed the door, you stripped yourself of your soaked panties and bottoms, discarding them haphazardly into the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room. Your sweat-soaked shirt and bra came off next, and you stood just like that in the room for a moment; completely bare as you embraced the cool air against your heated skin. Pulling out the vibrator, you quickly realized just how sensitive you still were, hissing as the intense waves of your previous orgasm made your pussy throb in memory. Your ears perked as you heard Kid’s heavy boots echoing down the hallway, and you prepared yourself to really give him a piece of your mind.

But as soon as the door opened, he looked at you with lecherous adoration, almost like he was proud. “You put on quite a show back there. Good girl.”

A million butterflies fluttered in your stomach and no matter how sensitive you still were, your cunt ached madly for him, “Get on the bed, you asshole. And fuck me right.” 

“Way ahead of you.” He smirked as he tossed you backwards onto the bed, resuming to his position atop you, continuing where you two left off. 

[misc-headcanons]

Misc as promised I am here with a Kyros request! The man needs more love!! How would you feel about writing Headcanons for Kyros after he’s turned human again and everything is settled in dressrosa, he’s got a partner and this is probably the first time he’s had sex since his wife died? 🤔 can’t believe my first req for your amazing writing is me being horny for Kyros but hell yeah 👌🏻

(You’re right Minx, Kyros DOES need more love :3)

He's already a sweet and soft fella, but in this scenario, that softness gets turned up to 11. He plans out the entire evening beforehand, gives you a massage with some scented oils, takes a bath together with you, and while you two are snuggled in bed, you two are eating a box of Dressrosan dark chocolates (a specialty of the country that even Big Mom admits is on par with her chocolatiers) and enjoying some red wine or champagne. If you don't like alcohol though, he makes sure to serve something you do like instead.

When he finally goes to kiss your neck, you can feel his hands trembling a bit when he starts to slip off your pyjamas and gently set them aside. He knows there's no reason to be nervous, but...it's been a while since he'd done anything like this. 

He insists on giving you oral first, and he would only let you return the favor after you've climaxed at least once. Even if he hasn't been with anyone physically for so long, he certainly isn't rusty when it comes to his hands and tongue. There's something about your moans though that makes him feel decades younger, just by hearing you sigh and feeling you run your fingers through his hair as you praise him. He's glad he has his face buried between your legs so you can't see him blushing whenever you shiver and moan his name.

When you decide to return the favor, he has to keep himself from biting his lip so hard that it bleeds when your soft tongue glides across his shaft and flicks at the tip. 

If you happen to look up at him while sucking him off, or heaven forbid you give him a coy smile or moan around him...oof, he's done for. He'll immediately moan louder than you've ever heard him before and (not-so-gently) buck his hips before increasing his pace. He tries to he as gentle as possible, stroking your cheek or running his hands through your hair, but as he gets closer and closer to cumming, he just can't help how his grip gets a bit tighter.

When you two are both ready, he'll lay you down on the bed and carefully guide your legs until they're wrapped around his waist. When he enters you, he gently presses his forehead against yours and gives your thighs a small squeeze once he feels just how tight and warm you are around him.

He starts off slow and gentle, and he always asks you beforehand if you can handle him going faster or deeper with a kiss on your neck (and collarbone, and chest…).

"Deeper, mi amor? I--Ah--I want to feel all of you, but only if you won't be hurt…"

By the time you cum, he's at a much faster pace. It's not so rough that it hurts, but you can really feel how passionate he is with every roll of his hips as he feverishly moans and sighs against your skin. Like a true gentleman, he only lets himself climax when he feels you tighten around him and your eyes roll back, letting him now that he's reached his goal of making you cum. He kisses your mouth and moans into you when he cums, thrusting one final time and shivering as the two of you feel his seed flooding you and filling you up.

After slowly pulling himself out of you, he'd wrap his arms around you and nuzzle your neck as the two of you cuddle together in post-coital bliss. As his hands gently graze your sides, he can't help but smile at the feeling of his rough calloused fingertips against your soft hips, thighs, and stomach. After everything that had happened in his life, he was glad that he could enjoy the warmth of your body against his and hear your gentle murmurs and breaths as you fall asleep in his arms.

[seita]

Ayyyeeee congrats on 500!!! 🎊🎉

THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[lunaryths]

Luna my sweet sweet wife may I please have some Headcanons of Aizawa’s S/O comforting him after he wakes up from a nightmare about what happened in the USJ Arc where the Nomu almost killed him? 

so this was a req my dear sweet @jinxxyminxxy sent into my other blog before i started this one. it’s kinda what made me actually start this so. requests are still open, btw!

He tries to hide it. He’s used to the occasional nightmare, it comes with the job. But after the USJ incident, and the Nomu, and Shigaraki, and-- Well, it’s not really a surprise when his sleep is interrupted. He takes to napping more often to help hide them, but his exhaustion-- even including his naps during school hours-- mounts. So when you take his hand that evening, he’s too tired to really resist.

It’s not hard to see that he’s a wreck since the fight. He goes to bed with you, but more often than not you wake up to find him gone. When you get up to look for him, he’s usually watching TV and grading papers, nursing a cup of strong black coffee. He’ll tell you he’ll be to bed again shortly, but you know better. It’s worrying, seeing the black circles under his eyes grow more and more everyday. They’re almost always there anyway, but now it just looks like he’s been repeatedly punched in the face.

It’s a comfort, having you in his arms as he sleeps, his nose buried in your hair and your legs tangled together. Your soft breathing fills his ears as you sprinkle kisses along his chest and collar bones, and he can feel himself melting further into the bed, letting the well deserved darkness of sleep claim him. It’s the deepest sleep he’s had in weeks and he needs it.

A couple of hours later, you wake up to his trembling body gripping you far too tight. It almost hurts and, when you try to squirm away, he lets you go with a gasp, rolling over onto his back and jerking up. He’s panting and his brow is sweaty, his wide eyes darting everywhere around the room and his body tensed to run.

“Shouta, honey,” you whisper, reaching out to him but not quite touching. He flinches at the sound but focuses on you, his expression still wary. Without warning, he exhales and sags back against the headboard, angrily scrubbing his face with his hands, and you crawl over to him. 

The way you curl into his side, wrapping one leg around his and pressing heated kisses to any piece of bare skin you can reach brings him the rest of the way down. His heart is still thrumming far too hard in his chest and he nuzzles your temple until you look up at him. His lips cover yours in a heated, desperate kiss, his fingers digging into your side as he tries to pull you ever closer. “What was it, Shouta? You haven’t been sleeping and now…”

Aizawa sighs, slumping over and dragging you down to the bed. When you try to move off of him, he only holds you closer, using you as a blanket and a shield. “The Nomu fight. I don’t remember details. I just remember pain and darkness and laughter,” he answers, his lithe fingers sneaking up your shirt to trail up and down your back.

You take a moment to relax before propping yourself up on your elbows, hovering over him. First, you press a light kiss to his forehead, then move to his temple, then his cheek. His nose is next, then his other cheek, before finally covering his lips with yours. His hand stills on your back, fingers splayed out warm and calloused as his other comes up and tangles in your hair.

“You kicked ass in that fight, baby,” you whisper when you pull back, just enough that he can still feel your lips moving against his. “And don’t you forget it. And I’m here to help you fight this, Shouta. It’ll get better, but don’t hide it from me.”

There’s a rush of air against your lips, coffee almost straight black, and he’s relaxing underneath you. Kissing you lightly once more, he rolls you off him and follows, letting his head settle on your chest. The sound of your heart beating steadily in his ears, your fingers threading through his thick, soft hair, and your hand on his cheek all lull him back to sleep.

He doesn’t quite sleep through the night, but when he next wakes in a cold sweat, you’re right there again, just like you promised, comforting and calm and he realizes he doesn’t have to fight alone. Not if you’re there.

[luccislegs]

I’m here with my dumb request, it’s laundry day and Aizawa forgot to wash his pants so he has to borrow a pair of track pants from his S/O but they’ve forgotten to wash most of theirs too and the only clean pair they had left is the hot pink pair....how does he react? What happens if he has to teach that day or go out on a run to the store?

⇥ rules!

⇥  non-one piece requests open!

@jinxxyminxxy hewwo here u r

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This man could (and probably does) pass off as a homeless man every day of his life. He sleeps in a big yellow sleeping bag that makes him look like a banana slug. His natural expression is one of apathy. He does not feel anything when you sheepishly hold out that pair of hot pink sweatpants.

He’ll blink in confusion, of course. He’s never even seen you wear those, didn’t even know you owned anything like that. So he asks and is more exasperated at the fact that you forgot to do laundry as well than he is by the horrendous shade of hot pink that fabric is.

To be fair, he won’t exactly be happy about having to wear them. It’s definitely not his first choice (does this man even own anything that isn’t monochrome anyway?) but he’d have to actually give a shit to give a shit. The literal embodiment of “Look at all the fucks I don’t give.”

If he has to go out in them, he’ll sigh and glare forlornly down at his pants, already knowing he’s going to have to deal with people giggling and asking him inane joking questions, thinking they're funny. But he goes anyway because if you want to eat tonight you have to go do some shopping. And sure enough, the grocery store is filled with snickers and passing glances, with one person shouting out about wearing his girlfriend’s pants. That person might end up wrapped up in his tape, but who knows tbh.

Teaching a class in them is even worse. And we know several students Bakugo, Mineta, Monoma end up strung up to the ceiling because they just can’t shut up. Of the teachers, only Present Mic says anything about them and even then he compliments Aizawa on wearing something that isn’t black. Since he spends most of his time in his sleeping bag anyway, it isn’t any different than any other day spent terrorizing his students.

[evercierra]

In the words of my friend @jinxxyminxxy, who's obsessed with all things potato.

Soul makes me potat

[saratour]

To my beautiful discord ladies <3 ilysm

@jinxxyminxxy, @luccislegs, @feminist-zoro, @nicorobinreads, @firefistmyass, @squaremelons, @louisamariella, @misc-headcanons, @ask-kitchenwitchsanji

If I haven’t tagged you and you’re part of the server, pls tell me bc that wasn’t my intention at all! I am just really bad with blognames that’s all!!

I’m sorry but name ONE trope better than “broken people with different kinds of baggage come together and form their own family” there is nothing to top it

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Sugar and Cream

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/34cOHNJ

by Umihami (JinxxyMinxxy)

Reader is going through a depressive episode when Oikawa reminds her of the deal she made with him and Iwaizumi.

Words: 4236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Reader

Relationships: Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/You, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/You

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Polyamory, Overstimulation, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Sad Reader, Crying, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/34cOHNJ

[doctorgerth]

I don’t have much advice other then what the anon said! As a writer myself I can solidly say that it will always be difficult to enjoy your own writing but so long as you enjoy the process of writing it then that’s all that matters! As long as it’s fun and you still enjoy it then so will others! I definitely don’t want to see you delete your blog either because I do really enjoy everything you write and I’m always happy when I see you popping up on my dash or in my notifs!

Thank you, Minx I really appreciate your kind words and advice 🥺🥺 I’m just having one of those days, I’m sure I’ll overcome it eventually lol I do love writing for you guys and that’s what keeps me going on here but I’m starting to dwindle in loving to write for myself if that makes sense? I’m sorry to worry you, I really am fine and don’t plan on deleting this blog any time soon 💕

[doctorgerth]

A Broken Promise

Written by: @dumbass-no-mi aka @jinxxyminxxy

A Broken Promise

Pseudo Name: Clover

Chosen Character(s): Zoro

Chosen Word: Regret

Word Count: 1,067

                        Two years is a long time to be away from someone, so of course the crew is a bit shocked at how much they’ve all changed. But they’re all excited to see each other again and talk about what they did the two years they were away. Everyone is asking where someone was sent flying to or what new fighting techniques they learned. However, the one thing no one dares to bring up is Zoro’s new scar.

            This doesn’t mean they haven’t made guesses to each other about it, speculations they wouldn’t dare speak in front of the swordsman. But even with their hushed whispers he’s heard a few of their theories. Usopp’s is the most outrageous though. Zoro overhears him telling Chopper that Zoro lost his eye to a demon because of his cursed sword and that it lives inside him now. But this is far from the truth because the truth is a much harsher reality. The truth is something that belongs on Zoro’s list of regrets. Something filled with shame and uncontrollable emotions.

            It all happened fast at the time but now the memory plagues his head, dancing in slow motion on nights he can’t sleep. It taunts him like the other memories that fill up his list of regrets. These memories are ones that show him how weak he was and still is. The day Kuina died and how he couldn’t save her, the day he lost to Mihawk, and the day he lost to Kuma. Those last two are both days he thought he’d die. He wasn’t afraid of dying, no his biggest fear was that he wouldn’t be able to keep his promises and would be consumed by darkness with only his regrets to keep him company. The fight with Kuma was the first time he had lost and broken his promise with Luffy, but it wasn’t the last.

            When he woke up in the castle on Kuraigana Island his emotions felt out of control. He was filled with anger and shame. His anger only seemed to intensify when he read about Ace’s imprisonment. He knew Luffy would go to save his brother and Zoro was determined to be there to help him. He spent so long looking for a way to get off the island, but before he could find a way to leave it was already too late. Mihawk had arrived and told him how Ace had died and how Luffy wasn’t far from dying himself, if he wasn’t already dead. Zoro bottled the emotions he felt at the time, keeping the anger at bay. He finally found some relief when he saw his captain in the newspaper and figured out the hidden message he had left for the crew. But his relief could only mend so many cracks in the broken bottle he locked his emotions inside.

            He had put his pride aside to bow his head to Mihawk and ask him to make him stronger. Mihawk had asked if he was ashamed to be bowing his head to his enemy and Zoro was truthful when he said no. The true shame he felt was because he couldn’t be there to save his crewmates from Kuma or to help Luffy save his brother.

            Zoro’s training was always watched over by Mihawk. After two years Zoro still hasn’t figured out if Mihawk kept an eye on him because he was still recovering from his injuries or if it was because Mihawk found some sort of entertainment in watching him fight the humandrills. Zoro thought the training would help him let out his anger but it only seemed to build up more with every bruise and cut he recieved.

            Eventually the bottle shattered. His locked up emotions were set free to swirl around in his head. They started eating right through him, eating away what little self control he had left. Zoro did what he always does when he can’t sleep, he went to train. This time it didn’t include weights and meditation, no this time training was taking on the humandrills in a fit of rage.

            The walk from the castle through the forest is still a blur to him. He remembers seeing red and cutting down anything in his path. He wasted no time taking on all of the humandrills in sight when he arrived at the wooden cross. But the humandrills never seemed to stop coming and his body was screaming from the fatigue of training every day. The pain from wounds that were still trying to heal made him slow. He was sluggish and overflowing with emotions he couldn’t control.

            The memory that taunts him in slow motion from that night always starts the same way. The humandrills had been more fierce than ever before, they had fed off the anger seeping from him using it to grow their strength. One fast stroke of a sword from them is all it took to blind him. A stroke he should have been able to dodge effortlessly, one he has dodged effortlessly countless times before. In his haze he hadn’t noticed the swing of a sword aiming for his neck. A swing with enough force to decapitate him. What he did notice was the clink of metal and the black sword right next to his face. Mihawk had noticed his disappearance and came looking for him. However, Mihawk wasn’t one to finish someone else’s fight.

            This was a fight Zoro would have to finish himself and the shock of Mihawk saving him had helped him regain some of his senses. Zoro had finished the fight feeling exhausted and empty. He had won the fight and should have felt pride, but this felt like a loss to him. He had to be saved because he couldn’t control his emotions and it made him feel like he was no longer the proud swordsman he use to be. This would always count as a loss to him, something to be ashamed of, to regret, another broken promise to his captain.

            So two years later when the crew is having dinner and someone finally asks him what happened to his eye, he’s unsure how to respond. He ignores the question as if he hadn’t heard it and continues to chug the rum from his bottle as if the liquor could push down the shame and regret that was bubbling up inside him.

[doctorgerth]

I think I ship you with Killer as well! Both sweethearts with super warm vibes! Although part of me could see you with sanji? You both seem to have a slightly sophisticated air about you but are still sweethearts!

How many times can I say I love him without overdoing it?? I love him so much 🥺 I just want to hold him and braid his hair and help him de-stress after dealing with bratty captain all day long. He’s strong, loyal, and protective of his loved ones and also intelligent, confident, and level-headed! He’s the type to be a really good listener and is very supportive and definitely has some hidden soft sides to him. I just think we’d get along well and I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to some romance blossoming between 😌

Oooh I think this is the first time for Sanji for me! I adore Sanji but he might be a tad bit too lady crazy for me, idk if this changes when he’s in a relationship or not but either way I’m too insecure for all of that lmao but still to be utterly loved and pampered by Sanji 🥺🥺🥺 i can roll with that. I also find it hilarious that you think I’m sophisticated when in all actuality I am big dumb and pretty unrefined 😂 I appreciate you think the opposite tho 💕

This was great, thanks Minx!!

[doctorgerth]

As the biggest (self appointed) Kyros Stan in the fandom I will 100% agree that my baby boy drinks his respect women juice on the daily!

YESSSS kyros deserves SO much love!!!! He’s so pure and gentlemanly and just so so wholesome 😭 I support your stabbing 1000000% he is a good boi

[doctorgerth]

About third/second person question, I don’t have a preference even though I write in the third person perspective I’m thinking some people may prefer it over second person perspective because it would be easier to imagine their OC’s in that situation? I could be wrong since I also don’t have OC’s to compare this too 🤔

Ooh that’s a very interesting idea, I’ve never thought about it like that! Totally makes sense!!

[saratour]

Holy hell!

@jinxxyminxxy collect one of your man!

Colored the sketch! Again this is an art trade for @ei-bi ! Do not repost this artwork please!

[luccislegs]

The goddess of writing for polyamory can we please be blessed with All Might/Reader/Aizawa where reader and Aizawa still have their hero jobs so they often go on patrol together, but one night they come home to find All Might feeling down because he’s no longer able to do heroics anymore? The two of them decide to do something to cheer him up and make it up to him, it can be fluff or nsfw! I’m lof u :sadcat:

@jinxxyminxxy here you are even tho i know this mostly for me, and i appreciate it 🥺 i was on a really soft, insecure, needed comfort all might kick when i wrote these so fite me if u don’t like it 😤 i was gonna try and do smut but i just,,,wasn’t feelin’ it idk. this is also 2k words oops

You and Aizawa both know that it’s hard on Toshi, watching the two of you carry on with your hero duties while he’s stuck at school teaching or at home watching the news for any hint of you. No matter how many times you’ve told him that you like having him home at night, ready with a meal after a long day, he still feels like a burden.

Or that’s what he tells you, anyway. You’re both sure it’s true, but you know deep down that it’s more than that. There are feelings of insecurity, self loathing, and worthlessness stewing below there, but All Might won’t spill them no matter how gently you coax. So the best you and Aizawa can do is support him where you can, reminding him that you’re there for him.

On that particular night, you and Aizawa are out far later than normal. Having had no time to even shoot Toshinori a quick text letting you know you would be late, the two of you completely forget amidst the chaos and destruction the villain is causing. By the time everything is over, it’s 3 hours past when your patrol was supposed to be over and the two of you are bone tired.

Ignoring the swarming news helicopters, reporters, and adoring fans and rescued victims wanting to thank you for saving them, the two of you duck away, letting other heroes take the spotlight so that you can rush home. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, you’re both in hurry to get back to Toshi, to reassure him you’re alright and also maybe get something to eat.

It was probably the not knowing, or maybe it was just his norm when you and Aizawa aren’t home, but when the two of you stumble into the house, Toshi is slumped over the table with his head in his hands. Judging by the ragged breathing and the unkempt, tussled spots in his hair, something was wrong.

“Toshi, what is it?” you ask, rushing to his side. Aizawa follows at a slower pace, settling down on his other side and threading his fingers through All Might’s disheveled blond locks.

Toshi freezes as he realizes he’s been caught. It was something he was ashamed of, the jealousy he feels that the two of you can carry on as if nothing is wrong-- which is an unfair thought. He knows you worry for him, knows he’s being irrational, and it’s one of the reasons he hides his feelings. He doesn’t want to drag either of you down with him.

“W-Welcome home,” he murmurs, pulling his hands from his face. Taking either of yours in his, he forces a smile to his face. “How was your patrol? You’re running awfully late.”

You share a worried, critical look with Shouta, who’s giving you his own before nodding sharply. “We’re sorry we couldn’t let you know. I don’t know if you’ve seen the news, but things got very out of hand tonight.”

Aizawa picked up where you left off, squeezing Toshi’s thin fingers in his. “But don’t try to distract us. This has been going on far too long. You need to talk to us.”

You wince at his blunt, straightforward statement. He wasn’t known for his tactfulness (unless it was directed at kids, and even then...) but you wished just this once he could be a bit softer. But you were there, as ever, to pick up his slack. “Honey, you can’t keep doing this to yourself. We’re a team and we’re here for you. Talk to us, please.”

Toshi sighed then, slipping his hands from yours. They folded in his lap and he stared at his knees for several long moments. He was grateful that you were home, and deep down there was relief that his hand was being forced. There was one fear that was greater than all the others, and that was his fear of losing the two of you. Whether you realized it or not, you and Aizawa were his anchors, the only thing keeping him from drowning in his own self-pity. 

But that didn’t make it any easier on him, finding the words to explain how he felt. It was years of stewing and pushing these feelings down, only letting himself fall victim to them when he knew he was alone. Putting them into words wasn’t something he’d ever really considered doing.

“It’s got to do with us being heroes still, doesn’t it, Toshi?” Aizawa asked at last. He was always the most perceptive of the three of you, and both you and Toshi were grateful for it now. 

It gave him a place to start, and he nodded. “W-Well, sort of. It’s-- You know how I felt about retiring. It was necessary but…”

“But you didn’t want to. We know, Toshi,” you said. You wanted to reassure him, but felt like it wasn’t the right time. Right now, he just needed prompting to vent. Reassurance would only cause him to shut down.

“Right. I don’t like just sitting at home while the two of you go out on dangerous patrols. It makes me feel so worthless.” The last part was murmured, and you could hear the shame in his voice. “I know that isn’t fair to the two of you, so I didn’t say anything.”

You shifted, situating yourself as comfortably as you could besides him, with his knees tucked under the table and your hero costume digging and chafing after wearing it for so long. Covering the hand you were already holding with your other one, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his cheek.

On his other side, Aizawa sighed, giving Toshi a fond, exasperated look. “You fool. You aren’t worthless just because you can’t do this anymore. You did it for damn near thirty years. Probably more, given how stubborn you are.”

You nodded, the motion awkward against his cheek, and Toshi leaned into you a little. “You gave everyone so much. A Symbol of Peace. Years of peace and security. Your health, almost your life. Toshi, how could you be worthless?”

Before either men could react, you had thrown yourself at Toshi, knocking him into Aizawa, who was just quick enough to brace himself for the impact. You giggled from atop them at Toshi’s stunned look and Aizawa’s half-hearted scowl. While you were nuzzling into Toshi’s neck, you felt Aizawa’s arms come around the two of you, though he could only reach so far.

“I know you say that but how...how could you like me-- like this?” Toshi asked, staring blankly up at the ceiling. This was another deep rooted insecurity that he had been avoiding. Most of the time the thoughts were drowned out by your constant presences and actions, reassuring him that you weren’t there for show. But then the two of you would kiss him goodbye and head off together, leaving him alone at home and they would rear their ugly heads. And when neither of you had bothered to let him know you would be home late...

His fingers were threaded between Aizawa’s on your sides, squeezing so tight that Aizawa was sure he would lose feeling in them shortly. But he squeezed back nonetheless, telling him he wasn’t going anywhere. “Like what? Like a man who’s given his all for a country? Like a man who’s literally given his health for millions of strangers who don’t even know what he’s done? Like what, All Might?”

Toshi flinched at Aizawa’s use of his hero name. It was like there was a disconnect there now. He was still All Might, but he no longer felt like he deserved to be All Might. “Like a walking skeleton ready to keel over at any moment.”

Neither of you missed the slight tensing and quick relax in his body, and you sat up, pulling Toshi with you. For as strong as Aizawa was, you knew it couldn’t be comfortable with 200+ pounds of weight laying on him.

Aizawa situated Toshi between his legs, resting his head on the older man’s shoulder while you straddled his legs, cupping his face in your hands. “Well first off, you’re our skeleton, and don’t you forget it.”

That got a chuckle out of both of them, Aizawa covering his face with his hand in exasperation. “You’re ridiculous, _____.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you continued. “Second, Aizawa said it already. You are someone who’s given everything for everyone. We couldn’t be more proud to be with you, to call you ours. Lastly and most importantly--”

“You are All Might. You *earned* that title and you shouldn’t let anyone take it from you--”

“Least of all yourself, Toshi. You shouldn’t sell yourself so short. You worked so hard to build your name and your reputation--”

“And the fact that you think you don’t deserve it now is insulting to everything you’ve done in his name.”

In the silence that followed, you could have heard a pin drop. From the deep shadows of his eyes, tears began to fall. You wiped them away as quickly as you could, and when Aizawa realized what was going on, he pressed his lips to Toshi’s neck, squeezing his middle tighter.

“We aren’t going anywhere, Toshinori. I hope you don’t forget that again,” Aizawa drawled against his skin. He could feel the prominent scar underneath his partner’s shirt, a symbol of pain and all that Toshi had fought for, given up, and lost over the last several years. His hand slid up, pushing Toshi’s shirt up and ran his fingers over the twisted flesh, causing him to jump.

“We couldn’t be happier. Maybe you can’t support us from the field, but do you know how much it means to us to come home to you? It’s like a breath of fresh air after a patrol, seeing your face. Even if he won’t admit it, we both feel as much. We love you, Toshi. Please don’t forget that,” you murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

Aizawa followed your sentiment, trailing languid kisses up the side of Toshi’s neck, ending just beneath his ear. “And if we have to, we will show you just how much we mean it, won’t we, _____?”

The smirk you gave Toshi was devilish and almost criminal. “Is that what you need? Do we need to show you how much you mean to us, All Might?”

Aizawa could feel him gulp under his lips, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he struggled to come to terms with this new arousal and his still jumbled feelings. At last, he sighed, giving you a soft kiss and laying his hand across Aizawa’s, the one still covering his scar like he was protecting it.

“Not tonight. Tonight I think I just want...to watch movies. Is that okay?” he asked, giving you a tired smile. His eyes fluttered closed as your lips covered his, jumping at the slight nip on his neck from Aizawa.

“Whatever you want, sunshine. Let us get changed out of these costumes, okay?” you said, standing up and helping your partners to their feet. You knew Aizawa’s costume was a lot more comfortable than yours, but even he had his limits. 

“I’ll heat up dinner again,” Toshi said, half-stumbling towards the kitchen. The two of you smiled, laughing under your breaths at how easily the man was flustered by your affections. 

In the bedroom, as you got undressed, you had a dawning realization. Half-clothed, you pulled Aizawa to you, enjoying the feel of his warm skin on yours. He was surprised by the intense kiss you bestowed him, letting his hands settle on your hips. Pulling back, you gave him a serious look. “You know I love you too, right?” 

Aizawa laughed, looking a little concerned. “Yes, kitten. And I love you. Is everything alright?”

You shrugged, drawing small patterns on his chest. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just felt like saying it.”

In a moment, you were crushed to his chest, his fingers wound in your hair and his breath raspy in your ear, and you knew he understood your sentiment. The door creaked open mid-hug, and Toshi watched the display with a shy, hopeful look. Laughing at his timid behavior, which you figured wasn’t ever going to change, you both opened your arm to him, ending up in a smushed, awkward threeway hug.

He towered over both of you, hiding his face in the top of Aizawa’s head, who in turn was resting his on top of yours. Your head was directly over his heart, listening to it stutter at a fast and uneven pace, and you felt a flood of adoration all over again for the two men. 

They were yours and you would never let them forget it and the warmth in their gazes when you pulled away told you all you needed to know about how they felt.

[doctorgerth]

I’ll be honest, the reason I prefer third person is because I have an oc, and when it’s in third person it’s easier for me to imagine the scenarios.

@jinxxyminxxy you were right!! Anon, I totally understand. That makes a lot of sense! Third person is currently winning rn so you’re in luck 💘