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you make a comment about yuta having a serial killer vibe to him and he tilts his head and goes “girls are too pretty to kill,”

god he’s so bad

"Levi is ugly in cano-" NO

Virgin Giyu...

A/N: Between that AI pic of Giyu in a suit & Peach’s (@peachdues) The Great War coming soon, Giyu has been a lingering thought on my mind recently… also if it ain’t clear… smut >:)

Virgin Giyu, who’s trembling from a mix of excitement and anxiety as your fingers slowly undo the buttons of his uniform.

Virgin Giyu, who’s turning deep shades of crimson as you talk him through everything you’re doing to him.

Virgin Giyu, who’s breath is coming out in quiet pants as your fingers trail down the milky expanse of his chest. Feeling the way his heart is thrumming against his ribcage in anticipation.

Virgin Giyu, who’s never been shy about his body until he’s completely exposed before you. Quietly wondering if his body is enough, if you’re pleased by what you’re being presented with.

Virgin Giyu, who’s blush is seeping all the way down to his chest as you shower him in compliments, lips and tongue gliding along his warm skin… Goosebumps following in their wake.

Virgin Giyu, who’s gnawing at his bottom lip until it’s red and swollen, trying to keep any and every noise he makes hidden as you fall to your knees before him, quietly asking his permission.

Virgin Giyu, who’s getting overwhelmed but is too shy to say it, eyes darting from yours to try and find some sort of confidence and pray you don’t notice his building anxiety.

Virgin Giyu, who’s shivering as your hands run along his thighs in a soothing manner, promising that you can stop if he’s feeling too nervous to keep going. That his feelings are important.

Virgin Giyu, who’s building anxiety fades again from your reassurance, shaking his head at your offer to stop and quietly encouraging you to keep going. He wants this, badly.

Virgin Giyu, who can’t stop the noise that he makes when your hands gingerly wrap around the length of his cock. Feeling it hot and heavy under your fingers, twitching with need as pre leaks from his irritated and needed tip… begging to be touched further.

Virgin Giyu, who’s hand finds its way to your hair, gripping it tighter than he ever intended as your tongue licks a fat, wet stripe along the underside of his cock.

Virgin Giyu, who’s hips are jerking upwards against his will, thighs twitching as his breathing comes out in short, desperate pants. Hazy eyes focused on the way you take him into your mouth.

Virgin Giyu, who comes embarrassingly fast, spilling into your mouth with wide, water eyes and burning hot cheeks. Apologies spilling from his lips as you look a little caught of guard from his sudden and without warning release.

Virgin Giyu, who’s mouth is parted in shock as you pull off of him, swallowing his release before smiling sweetly up at him. Praise leaving your lips as you tell him how good of a boy he is for coming.

Virgin Giyu, who’s nearly out of breath as he assures you he still has enough in him for you to properly take his virginity.

Virgin Giyu, who’s… not a virgin anymore as you press his back against the sheets and sink yourself down on his cock :)

It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.

I have a headcanon that when Levi first came from the underground, he didn't know the slang within the walls. Like imagine trying to flirt with him with some of the typical pick up lines? He takes it seriously.

"Damn you clean up good" You say as Levi works out, he turns his head to look at you. "Tch. Of course I do. Would be good if you could too instead of doing a shitty job of it." Your head tilts slightly and you blink confused. "No I didn't mean it like that." Levi scoffs again, having no ides that you're hitting on him. "What the fuck did you mean then? I know I can clean good." Rolling his eyes, he returns to his work out and you put your hands up in defeat. "Idiot, it means that you look good." That catches his attention. "That's fucking stupid. I prefer you telling me that I know how to clean."

Thinking about Dazai sitting naked with his back to your chest, your legs over his thighs keeping them apart. One of your hands leisurely stroking his cock, the other around his throat, applying just enough pressure to get him excited about the possibility you might not be playing this time. Whispering praise or degradation into his ear, whichever he needs that day. His choked attempts at filling his lungs, the way his cock flushes such a deep dark red as he tries to force his orgasm, clenching every muscle he can to speed it along. The way his thighs tremble with urgency and pleasure, the way his stomach flinches as he squirts his load all over it, finally able to draw a full breath as you loosen the pressure. And his laughter, made husky and hoarse from the rawness in his throat as he tilts his head back in bliss and whispers "thank you."