mrs. aizawa

A totally distasteful and random algorithm of the phases I go through

[butwhereisgojonow]

For the first time since I “re entered” the tumblr world, I scrolled through my feed and realized the girl I shared my tumblr with liked slasher fics. She is no longer on here with me. No disrespect to her personal tastes, it’s just not for me.

Sorry to anyone who followed this blog because of it, but it won’t be happening anymore on this blog

Sending love❤️

[incorrect-fourthwing]

Garrick: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Bodhi, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

[flametrashira-deactivated202505]

Flamey im 10000% convinced that Akutagawa's ears get bright red when he is flustered and it is the cutest thing to witness :(((

Aw, he'd be so cute!! I had this little scenario in my head which seemed to fit this. I'm sorry it took me a while to respond!

Pairing: Akutagawa x GN! reader

Content: Fluff! Word count: approx 700 words.

Happiness.

It takes a little while for Akutagawa to get used to the idea of doing things with you. Mundane tasks, like picking up the dry cleaning, grocery shopping, walks around the neighborhood… you have a gift for making them pleasant, and yet he’s hesitant to make it a habit. 

Then again, perhaps it isn't necessarily a gift you have but a curse he's burdened with. Condemned to enjoy your company.

It isn’t that he’s afraid of you being hurt by consorting with him– if he’s certain of anything at all it’s that he can easily tear to pieces anyone who ever attempts to hurt you. No, it’s something else. Something he isn’t quite ready to admit.

So he only reluctantly agrees to you accompanying him errands. And he fights an even bigger inward battle any time he actually requests you come along.

And it’s on one such occasion, while the two of you are buying the ingredients to make soup, that he notices the peculiar smile curving your lips as you pick up a bundle of green onions. 

“What is it?” he asks bluntly. 

“Hm?” 

“You’re smiling. At onions.”

“Onions?” Your smile inverts for a second, curving down as you nonchalantly shrug. “No, I'm not smiling at that. I’m just happy I guess.”

Happy? 

You’re happy. 

He turns your words over in his mind again and again as if you’ve dropped some bombshell on him and his ears are ringing from the blast. Such a basic statement to make, but one which could mean so very much. When has anyone ever felt happiness in his presence, let alone because– 

No, he daren’t even think it’s because of him. That way madness lies.

By the time you reach the line for the register, he’s working on convincing himself that the reason for your mirth is undoubtedly the fact that the store had green onions in the first place, oddity that you are, and he dismisses the matter from his mind.

Still, that peculiar smile comes back when he scans his reward card (which must be because you’re happy he saved money with coupons) and remains plastered to your face as you walk side-by-side down the street back toward his apartment. And it quickly becomes irksome. 

“What?” he snaps five minutes into your walk home. 

“What’s wrong?” you laugh, “Ryu… you’re acting weird today.”

“I’m acting– you’re the one… you keep smiling!It’s like walking around with a damned hyena.”

You’re not offended. You’re never offended. You simply swat his arm; affectionate, playful, without malice. “I’m just happy!”

“What on earth do you have to be happy about?”

“Because I’m spending time with you.” 

God, the way you say it; so casual and easy, as if you haven’t just torn his heart out of his chest to cup tenderly in your palm. He stares at you, wondering exactly when he grew so fond of you and feeling rather uncomfortably warm. Certainly he can’t remember a specific time you forced him to lower his defenses. No, you gradually chewed your way through the barricades like a little mouse and made yourself at home. 

“Ryu, your ears are red.”

He claps his hands over them so hard for a moment he’s discombobulated. “No they’re not!”

Oh your smile. Your accursed damn smile. He’d go to war for that smile.

“Sure,” you grin, as if you know his secret. “Whatever you say.”

“I’m simply happy they had green onions. I’m looking forward to the soup.”

All his life, no one has ever looked at him the way you do; not a beast or harbinger of death, but a man. An ordinary, foolish man whose ears turn red when he receives a compliment from the person who makes his heart content. Damn you.

The way you laugh, your gentle, affectionate teasing doesn't help matters. Your giddy pleas for him to slow down as he strides away leaving you to catch up, tempts him to double the amount of time he waits before inviting you to join him again. But he never will. He never does. He never can.

Oh, if anything it's so much worse now.

[eli0004]

Nsfw warning

My sincere apologies for the lack of posts in the last couple months, i recently moved and i’m just now finally getting settled in. Expect more to come! 💕

Something notable about the way Levi loves you: how his eyes soften and turn longing when you pass him by. How he gazes at you, gentle when you tell him you love him. Like the sound of it coming from your mouth is enough to dissolve decades of pain. It’s a stark contrast from his usual expression, with pinched brows and glaring eyes. It’s enough that when others are present, they take notice; it’s not every day that the captain looks anything but tense. But it seems that when you’re near, when you reach out and touch him, he becomes soft.

And those eyes. The way they plead, the way they pine, and how they need for you. When you’re perched on his lap, with a hand around his throat and you tell him you want him. A man used to being essential, used to being useful. To be wanted? To be craved? To be desired for his heart, and his heart to be treated as a delicacy, rather than a sacrifice.

Levi has never considered himself emotional, nor sensitive. But your touch is so impactful, so deliberate, and profound; his senses are alive beneath your fingertips. His skin tingles like electric shock beneath the warmth of your lips. And you kiss him until he feels like he’s burning up in your fire.

Those eyes; even when they’re heavy and dreary, his head spinning from pleasure, he won’t close them. He’d use the last of his strength to look up at you, to see you in all your glory, grace like a deity, a personified divine. To serve you your indulgence as an act of worship, because that is how Levi knows to love. To offer himself, willing and capable.

And when your eyes meet his, nose to nose, exchanging oxygen through labored breathing, the intimacy of you against him. And you tell him he’s good- he did good, and you kiss his sweaty bangs. It’s then that he allows his lids to flutter shut, no longer able to fight against himself.

It’s just the effect you have on him.

[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 1049/★

[g00miato]

I made this for Twitter btw 😌

[butwhereisgojonow]

Everyone who APPRECIATES nsfw drawings, pls subscribe to her Patreon.

It’s worth EVERY CENT. ❤️❤️

[iceclew]

officially out of service for RL

only thing's left is the simping shit I am high on Hoshina drugs thank you for understanding.

[butwhereisgojonow]

The way his hair falls perfectly above his eyes😅

My bbyyyyyy

[ryoumarch9]

There is no way that I won’t ever find this guy beautiful cause he is

The new season is giving him a big justice with new personality and an outfit to suite him

[butwhereisgojonow]

PLEASE

Send me all your favorite anime fic writers. I’ve seen a very large portion of anime’s, so I’m pretty sure most anime writers are for me.

I don’t care if it’s NSFW or SFW

All welcome. Thankk you!!!

[v4sya]

[butwhereisgojonow]

Am I ENTERING MY Akutagawa PHASE

…..

Yep

[butwhereisgojonow]

I swear that Hoshina is LEVI in a different universe🤣

Just funnier😎

[yellingla0zu]

oh so thats why i fell in love with him immediately

[butwhereisgojonow]

Same. Moment I laid eyes on both of them; I became obsessed lol

[architetureheartbreak]

♡♡♡

[butwhereisgojonow]

He knows what he’s doing.

He knows we are feral for him.

Pls keep doing it vessel.

[butwhereisgojonow]

I swear that Hoshina is LEVI in a different universe🤣

Just funnier😎

[ge0mancer]

[tsuisuta]

your hand in marriage please mr vice captain

[butwhereisgojonow]

Just another guy I’d risk it all for 😭

[spicychaister]

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

When it was announced that U.A. would be acquiring a new pro-hero teacher, Aizawa Shouta didn’t expect much, if anything to change. But when you walked through the conference room door with your hands fidgeting with your outfit, he couldn’t help but fan a spark of interest that ignited in his chest. Most teachers at U.A. had an abundance of confidence, bordering on arrogance. Rightfully so, considering they were working at the top Pro Hero Academy School in the World.

Yet, when you walked in with the confidence of a mouse surrounded by cats, he wondered if Nezu had lost his mind. Shouta thought you were exactly what meets the eye, a nervous wreck, insecure about everything from your appearance to your abilities. The tired teacher was certain you wouldn’t last a full year teaching, succumbing to the pressures of being both a Pro Hero and a teacher at the same time.

So imagine his surprise when he heard you chewed out several of his students for making mistakes during a mock battle. From what his students relayed to him, you were downright terrifying, forcing them to fight again, and again until they succeeded without making any mistakes. Shouta was shocked. From what he deduced, you didn’t have the balls to even speak your mind during conference meetings, let alone lecture students. It also didn’t help that whenever he saw you, you looked happy just to be alive.

When he saw you idly chatting with Snipe in the teacher’s lounge with a bright smile on your face, his irritation grew. He couldn’t figure you out…and it was irksome, to say the least.

The instant Snipe walked away, presumably to his desk, Shouta walked up to you, hands shoved in his pocket while his face remained apathetic, and greeted you with a grunt that sounded a lot like your name.You subtly tensed at his sudden presence.

“Eraserhead.” You greeted all the same, a hint of a smile on your face although it looked more nervous than welcoming. His eyes roamed your face, taking note of every twitch in an attempt to solve what was going on through your mind.

“Heard you berated a few of my students,” The words came out of his mouth, cold and covered in discontentment. His eyes glanced towards the couch that called his name. “Wanna explain why?”

You’re timid nature almost melted off of you like wax from a wick, and was replaced by cool composure, “You want an explanation…?” There was something judgmental in your tone, the whisper of a smile on your face grew into a grin. “For my teaching methods?” As you narrowed your head and narrowed your enticing eyes, Shouta felt more puzzled than ever.

The tired teacher regretted confronting you the second you tilted your head. The sight was annoyingly endearing, even though he had a sneaking suspicion that it was a trick. A trap that he walked right into, and had no other option than to see it through. He nodded in confirmation to your clarification, lips lightly pursed as your phrasing made him realize how he sounded like a complete dick.

“They were sloppy,” You elaborated after a beat, a bored look in your eyes as they glanced to the side before making their way back to his tall form. “And lacked technique. If they fought on the field like they did today, they’d be dead within minutes.” The words were pointed at Shouta, holding an irritated edge to them as you clenched your jaw. Your hands tapped against your cup of coffee to an unknown rhythm.

The man standing opposite of you has a stern glare on his face at your criticism but he didn’t say anything. He knew you were right, they were sloppy and their technique wasn’t structured. That didn’t mean he liked how easily you saw their faults, and consequently his.

From the way you wordlessly started to wander away from him, it was apparent that you were done talking. His eyes followed you, noting how your hair bounced slightly with every movement. His mind worked overtime trying to decipher how you suddenly seemed so self-assured that it made him question if he read you all wrong.

Almost as if to taunt him, you turned around to face him once more, “And I would appreciate it if next time,” You slowly walked backward and took a sip of your coffee before continuing. “You bring your concerns to me in private.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile and walked further into the teacher’s lounge, leaving him alone to ponder why in the hell you’re so intriguing to him.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．

[butwhereisgojonow]

😭❤️

[dorkszn]

⋆˚✩ mirror sex with sho

afab reader but has no specified gender, mirror sex, prone bone, unprotected sex, not proofread, dub-ckn sex, praise

“my back is fucking killing me,”

you had told shouta after you got out the shower. you slipped on a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt before slumping into your king sized memory foam mattress. you laid on your stomach, scrolling through your phone.

“want me to massage it for you?”

he had asked you before he kneeled on the bed, slightly weighing it down. when you looked up into the mirror, you could see his hair sloppily pulled back into a half up, half down style, his baggy black sweats and his black tank top hugging his torso.

you don’t how shouta massaging the muscles of your back turned into him pressing his growing erection down onto the flesh of your ass. or him pressing small kisses onto your neck as he slid his boxers down your legs and off of you. you don’t know how he ended up slipping his fingers in your warm cunt before replacing them with his cock.

“gotta get— every spot, sweetheart. you understand, right?” shouta reassured you through his rough pace. his length stroking every inch of your insides. you cry out in response, too much at a loss for words as you grip the silk sheets of your bed.

his hand take a gentle fistful of your hair, forcing your head up. you watch his hips collide with yours while he bottoms out in you every time. he stares right at you through the mirror, barely looking away from your glossy eyes for a second.

“gotta loosen up for me, baby,” shouta tells you through a groan when you clench around his cock. “look at how good you’re taking me right now.”

“s’too much, sho,” you babble in words broken up by your whines. your words fall on deaf ears as shouta focuses on watching his girth disappear into your core before unsheathing itself again.

“i think you can give me one more,” he pants, hips relentless as he pounds into you. “then i’ll message every part of you til you fall asleep. how does that sound?”

“nonoican’t, zawa,” you moan, weakly shaking your head.

“you can do it, my love. i know you can,” shouta says, his left hand still slightly kneading on your skin. his right hand slips down to your throat, tightening around it. you feel the coil in your stomach tighten every time his tip kisses that sweet spot in your walls.

his name slips off your lips in weak mumbles and strangled moans. “watch, baby. watch how good you’re taking me. sweet pussy keeps suckin’ me right back in.” he murmurs in your ear, breath warm on your skin. you look at the mirror, his eyes trained on yours in the reflection, not deviating for a second.

“shooo~ m’cumming!” you squeal as you feel your second orgasm crashing down on you. shouta fucks you through your high while you tremble beneath him. he groans above you when your walls clench around him.

“fuckkk sweetheart… squeezing me s-so good,”

you lay limp with glossy eyes as shouta rides out his orgasm, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. he pants above you before leaning down and fluttering your skin with kisses. “feelin’ any better?” he hums. you give him a weak nod and a tired smile.

[butwhereisgojonow]

Let me bless everyone with this MASTERPIECE😩