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xxSabitoxx is now archived. 

After some heavy consideration over the last few months, I have come to the conclusion that I am going to be archiving xxSabitoxx. 

I have poured nearly three years of my life into this blog. I have seen several friends come and go. And most of all, I have been blessed with such a large following that I truly don’t deserve. 

However, my love for writing has slowly diminished, just as my love for this site has. I am not going to go into boring detail as I do not want it to seem like I am searching for pity.

But, before I go, it has been brought to my attention that many are displeased with the way I handled a particular anon ask last week. I wanted to take a second to apologize, as I agree that I could have answered that question much more level-headed and maturely. It has since been deleted because I did not like the way I was spoken to, and I especially disliked the way I spoke to them. 

I could have responded to that ask in several ways and I chose to be rude, and for that I am sorry. 

With that being said, I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs on Tumblr over the last decade under a few other usernames and aliases. I’ve witnessed the steady dumpster-fire decline of Tumblr etiquette and people's genuine disregard for others on here.

I am simply one person with a life outside of the stories I choose to write. I have several priorities that will always outweigh my hobbies.

After all this time, I can say I am finally done. I’m over it. There is no point in putting effort into a hobby I no longer have a passion for. So I am closing this chapter today to start fresh tomorrow.

I cannot begin to thank you all enough for choosing to read my work and support my blog. Whether you’ve been with me since the start or just followed me today, you supported me in some way and I’m forever thankful for that. 

I’m deeply sorry I couldn’t do more, and I am especially sorry for those who were waiting on stories that will never be written. I hope you can forgive me but I understand if you can’t. 

It has been both a wonderful and terrible journey as xxSabitoxx / May. And as much as I would love to be done with this and simply click the “delete blog” button in my settings – I know many of you enjoy the stories I’ve posted and quite frankly I have grown attached to this blog as well. 

So, it shall remain an archive that may one day revive itself but please do not hold your breath. If the day comes that I decide it’s time to delete this blog, I will take the time to move as much of my work as I can over to ao3 before doing so. 

So, until we meet again, take care.

- May

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I certainly don't think Giyu is good with words, but I think he has this silent way of offering you comfort when you really need it.

If he finds that you've fallen silent and look a bit forlorn, he'll quietly ask you if you're alright. When you offer him a quiet "I just don't feel like talking right now." He immediately knows how you feel.

He knows that feeling of wanting space but craving comfort and not knowing how to express it.

So, he just nods, moving to sit beside you without uttering another word. Smiling softly as your head hits his shoulder.

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Say what you want, but Sanemi's favorite way to eat pussy is any position that allows you to pretzel your legs around his head.

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I personally head canon that Sanemi despises the sound of chewing / loud smacking.

So after you two get into an argument and aren’t speaking, you’ll purposely start chewing gum and make a point to chew it as loud as you possibly can.

I’m talking open mouth, loud chomping while just glaring at him. And you can tell he’s getting worked up because his ears are turning from white to pink to bright red.

You keep going until he finally snaps, shooting up from the couch and stomping over to you. Sanemi knows how you work, he knows you only do this to get under his skin.

So his calloused hands are on your cheeks, squishing them hard so you stop your godforsaken chewing.

He’s glaring down at you, lips pulling into a scowl as his nose scrunched. “You’re fucking cruel, ya know that?” But he has you in a position where you can’t speak.

“Gum. Now.”

So you stick your tongue out, the wad of gum present as he uses his free hand to pluck it from your mouth and toss it in the trash. “Fucking childish shit, you know that?”

But now his other hand is on your waist, his thigh is squeezing between your own and forcing them apart. “Such a fuckin brat, ‘s annoying” except, his lips are hovering centimeters above yours.

“You need to be put in your place, sweetheart.” But he’s still got his hand on your face, you can’t do anything but nod in response to his words. “Oh? You agree? You want me to teach you a lesson, hmm?”

Sanemi is grinning now, any ounce of anger from the fight is gone. Which had been your goal from the very start.

Idk I guess I’m just missing my baby daddy since I’m giving y’all two headcanons in one night - May 🩵

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I think we can all agree that Sanemi is such a whiny little bitch when you ride his cock.

I mean picture it with me, will you?

He's got his back against the mattress, head propped on some fluffy pillows so he can watch you properly.

He's completely bare, you've got his shirt on.

His hands are gripping the plush of your thighs, dull nails digging into your soft skin as he tries to keep his composure.

But he doesn't realize he's already lost it, cheeks stained a deep crimson and his lips swollen and wobbly. Those normally wide eyes are lidded and glossy, his breath coming out in labored little pants.

Sanemi thinks he's keeping quiet as you roll your lips along the length of his cock, covering it in your shiny arousal as you press it up against his abdomen.

You don't even have him inside of you yet and he's wreck.

Soft praises keep leaving your lips because you have to admit that he's being pretty obedient. His hips are trembling with the effort to keep them from bucking upwards, his cock is weeping from your persistent teasing, and still, he's letting you do as you please.

When you ask him to beg for it, he does.

Sanemi is whining, begging you to finally sit on his cock and ride it like you promised you would.

That's good enough for you, finding the tremor in his voice endearing as you move to pull his shirt up and over your head. You're trying not to smile as he audible groans, his grip tightening as he tries not to reach up and grab your breasts instead.

Sanemi is needy, whimpering lowly as you sink down on his aching length. You watch the way his chest expands before letting out a stuttering breath as your hips connect.

You don’t go easy on him, either. Immediately lifting your hips just to drop them back down again. You set a brutal rhythm, eyes locked on Sanemi’s face as he falls apart.

You barely even notice the burn in your thighs as you work yourself on his cock. The string of profanities and whimpers leaving Sanemi’s lips are more than enough to keep you going.

His nails are raking down your thighs, leaving scratch marks in their wake.

For a split second you swear his eyes are getting glossy, possibly enough for tears to leak down his scarred cheeks. That’s just enough to egg you on, tone taking a nearly cruel tone as you stop bouncing and begin to tease him.

Tis merely an unfinished thought~

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The last person you'd expect to have a breeding kink would be Gojo Satoru and yet...

Heavily inspired by @tired-biscuit 's post

Satoru, who's hands are running along your sides as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, whispering nearly unintelligible words as he nips and sucks the skin below his lips.

Satoru, who's flushing a deep shade of red as you roll over to face him, telling him to speak up because you can't understand what he's saying and you'd really like to know.

Satoru, who's suddenly shy as he mutters about getting you pregnant. Unable to meet your eyes as he speaks.

Satoru, who wasn't expecting you to say "make it happen then, Toru."

Satoru, who suddenly seems to forget any ounce of shyness about his desires and is nearly ripping your clothes from your body. Tossing them carelessly to your bedroom floor as he pins you to the bed.

Satoru, who has your wrists pinned above your head and your legs thrown over his shoulders as he slams his hips into your awaiting cunt over and over, mumbling things that have a crimson blush spreading all the way down to his pale chest.

Satoru, who's babbling about how good of a mommy you'll be, how cute you'll look carrying his baby, how he's getting you pregnant here and now because he won't settle for anything less.

Satoru, who's spilling into you in record time, assuring you that he's not even close to being done with you yet.

Satoru, who's readjusting your bodies so you won't get sore, but making sure that he stays buried inside of you with your hips elevated, telling you it's precaution so none of his cum slips out.

Satoru, who's bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your fingers, singing you praises as he lets them go.

Satoru, who's running his fingers down your body, resting them on your abdomen and rubbing his thumb across the skin gently, assuring you that his baby will be growing in there very soon.

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Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.

Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?

Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying

Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.

Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.

Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.

Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.

Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room

Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.

Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.

Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.

Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.

Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.

Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.

Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.

Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my

Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.

So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.

If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.

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dad sanemi hcs but with a twist… his kid is 9 and not a baby…

So like, Seasoned Dad Sanemi headcanons? I can do that.

First of all, nearly 30 year old Sanemi absolutely makes dad noises just about every chance he gets. They aren’t even intentional either, just natural dad noises sneaking their way out of him all the time

He’s such a girl-dad, always has been and always will be. Now that your little girl is 9, you’re both subjected to her tea parties, her dress up fashion shows, her skilled makeovers and incredible manicures

Sanemi will always be involved in her school life, chaperoning field trips, going to father daughter dances, helping with her fundraisers. He’ll always find a way to coach her sports games and attend her recitals — and you best believe he’ll always brag about how wonderful of a daughter he has.

If you end up getting pregnant for a second time, Sanemi will definitely have a brief moment of panic. Only because he’s trying to figure out how he’ll evenly split his time so both of his children will get his undivided love and attention. You assure him it will come naturally and that he has nothing to worry about.

Sanemi is all about doing what his daughter wants, so if your little girl wants a tree house? Sanemi is building her a tree house. If your daughter wants a sleepover with her friends? Best believe you and Sanemi are the best sleepover hosts ever and your little girl and her friends have an amazing time.

Sanemi isn’t super strict, there is a perfect balance of respect and love between him and your daughter. You swear the two of them are best friends, always building pillow forts, running around the backyard, playing dress up, and so many other things.

Your daughter loves sleeping in your bed with the two of you. She’ll sandwich herself in between you and Sanemi and get the best sleep of her life with her mom and dad snuggling her so tightly.

All of that aside, Sanemi still claims your daughter is “mommy’s girl” through and through. You assure him that it’s the opposite and she’s a “daddy’s girl”. In the end you both conclude she loves the two of you tremendously and it’s just easier to say she’s a “mommy AND daddy’s girl”

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What about Male House Wife Suguru taking care of his hard working Husband Satoru and hard working Wife Reader when they get home from a long day…

Male House Wife! Suguru, who already has dinner on the table by the time you and Satoru stumble through the front door, worn out from your busy days.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who greets the two of you with the upmost love and affection. Showering you in kisses and hugs for as long as you both need them.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who leaves the dinner on the stove when he can tell the two of you had a particularly hard day. Assuring you both that it can be reheated later.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who drags the two of you down the hall towards your shared bedroom so he can undress you both and help you change into comfier clothing.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who’s love language is simply babying the two of you regardless of how old you get.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who will listen to you and Satoru talk about your day for hours on end if that’s what you both really need at that point.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who doesn’t pry if you aren’t in the mood to share. He’s just happy you’re both home in one piece and he’ll do whatever you need to destress

Male House Wife! Suguru, who will gladly lay in your shared bed with you and Satoru snuggled contently into his sides, your heads on his chest just like they usually are when you three fall asleep.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who will never turn down the proposition of sex if that is what you’re both looking for.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who loves slow and sensual sex, fucking both you and Satoru with such tender love and care that you're sure to pass out after. He claims it's so you both get a good nights sleep.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who is so used to taking the lead that it surprises him when you or Satoru request to reverse the roles.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who feels so fulfilled when he sees both you and Satoru sleeping soundly, littered with his bruises and nail marks.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who takes the time to clean the both of you up carefully as you sleep, making sure not to disturb either of you as he wipes away the mess he left between your thighs.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who snuggled in between the two of you, completely content as the two of you subconsciously tangled yourselves around his body.

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Male House Wife! Suguru x Hardworking Husband Satoru x Hardworking Wife Reader... hear me out...

Male House Wife! Suguru, who wakes up snuggled between Satoru and You. Both of your heads on his chest and arms tangled around his torso.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who struggles to wake both you and Satoru up, you have a busy day ahead after all.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who is able to free himself from your grasps, only to watch you and Satoru gravitate towards each other.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who always chuckles to himself as he heads to the bathroom to get the shower going for you and Satoru to start your day.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who gets you up first, tugging you from Satoru’s iron grip so he can carry you to the bathroom. Setting you down on the counter to slowly wake you up by showering you in soft kisses.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who undresses you from the little clothes you’re wearing and gets you in the shower. Leaving to go wake up the bear known as Satoru.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who drags Satoru into the bathroom just as you’re getting out, laughing softly as Satoru perks up a bit at the sight of your bare body.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who forces Satoru into the shower claiming that he simply does not have time to do anything other than get ready. All the while he's tugging you and your towel-clad body back into your shared bedroom.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who eats you out on the bed while Satoru showers because he just can't help himself. Only to be interrupted by Satoru's loud whine from the shower about not being included.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who drags you back into the bathroom so Satoru isn't left out, who gets you back in the shower so he can clamber in as well just so he can take care of both of you.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who hushes you when you tell him it would have saved a lot of time and water had you three just done this in the first place... as if it isn't an every morning occurrence.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who dries off quickly so he can go make breakfast and pack your lunches while you and Satoru get ready for the mission the higher-ups planned.

Male House Wife! Suguru, who sees the two of you off for the day, giggling to himself about the slight limp to Satoru's walk and the noticeable tremble in your legs.

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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 :)

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I stand by the fact that Best Friend Tengen would have you cry-laughing 24/7. I just think that man would be so intentionally and unintentionally funny all the fucking time.

Like y’all would see someone do something stupid as hell and just side eye each other at the same time to see if the other saw it. That interaction alone is funnier to the both of you than whatever the other person did.

You’d get on everyone’s nerves for real because neither of you would be able to take a goddamn thing seriously at any point in time while in the other’s presence. Most people are shocked the two of you are best friends because you’re always ragging on the other for literally just existing.

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Some NSFW Giyu headcanons?

OH WOOF it’s been a hot minute since I thought about Giyu and it’s actually criminal… let’s see what my hellish pit of a brain can come up with for ya anon…

I think Giyu is a gentle lover with a mean streak. We all know what they say about the silent ones… once he gets comfortable with you, he’ll shower you in love as he roughly ruts his hips in your sopping cunt. Relishing in the way you cry and beg for him to ease up.

Giyu has fucked you on top of a kotatsu before and accidentally broke it… but not in the way you assume. You’d think the thing would collapse under the weight of two people who are vigorously fucking… rather it broke because Giyu’s hand splintered the wood from how hard he was holding it. You had been riding him, dropping your weight down on his cock over and over and it had become far too overstimulating.

Speaking of overstimulating, Giyu loves when you ride him, cunt sucking in his cock over and over while he helplessly whines beneath you. The angle is hypnotic to him, watching your tits bounce with the force of your hips, watching his cock split you open and disappear inside your wet cunt just to reappear slick with his cum and your own mixing. 

Giyu cums an embarrassing amount, the sticky liquid spurting from his tip and covering your face, stomach, or even your cunt in its pearly white hue. It takes him a bit to clean you, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he apologizes for the mess he made. His cheeks only darken further when you tell him he can save the mess and cum inside next time.

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“But I’m cold…” That’s not exactly the excuse you were looking for as Satoru pulls you impossibly closer. Your back is flush to his chest, one arm resting under your head while the other is sneaking beneath the fabric of your shirt to cup your bare breast.

"Your hand is freezing, Satoru!" You flinched as cold fingers wrapped around your heated skin, causing your nipple to harden from the temperature difference. The slight shake from the man behind you told you he felt it happen.

“Of course, you'd find this funny."

"You're keeping me warm." You shivered again as Satoru nuzzled his face against the back of your neck. His hand was massaging the pliant skin of your chest as your body temperatures evened each other out.

"That's still not a good excuse."

You wanted to sleep and it wasn't uncommon for your husband to sneak his hands under your shirt for this very purpose. But you were exhausted and he was keeping you up. "Just go to sleep, my hand is nice and warm now." It was a soft coo against your ear.

"Such a pervert, Satoru." But your eyes landed on his other hand. “You must be cold still…” it was a gentle murmur as you reached under your shirt to grab the hand holding your breast. “Let me help you.” Satoru let you adjust him, cheeks burning up as you moved.

Gently, you shifted the hand holding your chest down your body, slipping it between your thighs. “Much warmer down there, don’t you think?” As you spoke you shifted further into Satoru’s embrace so the arm under your head could bend. You moved his other hand, slipping under your shirt to hold your breast. “Better?”

“A-and you say I’m a pervert…” his tone was hoarse, face nuzzling into your hair as he got his hands comfortable in their new homes. “I guess we’re both perverted… but at least you’re warm, hmm?” You smirked, letting yourself relax into his embrace as sleep tugged your mind.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Idk man, we love personal heaters up in here 😔

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Tutoring Session

College Math Tutor Sanemi x Female College Student Reader

Warnings: raw sex, edging, praising, hair pulling, creampies

A/N: hit me like a freight train, I’ve been dying to write this idea for literal months and I just couldn’t figure out who to write it about… obviously Sanemi was the clear choice. I blame @peachdues tbh

WORD COUNT: 2.5k | NOT MY ART!! Credit to the artist!! if anyone knows them please let me know so I can properly credit them!

"There you go, that's right." Sanemi smiled as you solved the equation correctly, watching your hands tremble as you wrote the numbers. "Took you long enough, sweetheart." He added as you whined, the grip he had on your hair was the only thing really keeping your head from falling forward in frustration. "Let's try the next one."

All the while, the dull head of cock was gliding between slick folds. This was his idea of tutoring you, tormenting you with the promise of shoving his cock inside of you, but only after you finished your work. Sanemi had you stuck, literally and figuratively at this point.

Your knees were aching from where they were digging into the hardwood flooring of his apartment, and your body bent over his coffee table with all your math equations spread out before you. Nothing was on either of you from the waist down, Sanemi's knees keeping your legs from squeezing shut in protest."How would you solve this equation, sweetheart. Show me."

You let out a shrill whine as he caught on your entrance for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. You were soaking wet and he hadn't so much as pressed into you. Your hands trembled as you lifted your pencil again, reading over the numbers and letters with blurry vision as you tried to recall the first step.

One squeeze from his hand on your waist and you were focusing again, pushing the pencil to the paper as you wrote out your first line. Sanemi hummed in approval, pumping his cock slowly before sliding his leaking tip between your drenched folds.

If you got this one right, he'd get inside of you, you'd have to work through the rest as his hips slowly rocked in and out of you. It was his favorite part of tutoring you, he could edge you for hours on end but it didn’t compare to the warmth your cunt enveloped him in once he pushed inside. It was addicting, he’d never stop tutoring you just for this reason. 

“You have to carry that one over, remember?” he hummed as he looked over your shoulder, watching your handwriting get increasingly sloppier as you erased your first mistake. Sanemi’s eyes glanced over the other sheets of paper, you had started off so strong, then you could see exactly when he got you into this position, the shakiness of your hand was present. 

“You better hurry, it's getting harder to not push right in.” He grinned, tugging your hair just a little harder as you whimpered. The head of his cock had caught on your entrance again, but this time he kept it in place. He could feel you constricting, clenching around nothing at all and begging to suck him into the wet warmth of your sex. “S-Sanemi… sir please…” 

Your voice came out in a broken hiccup, making his cock twitch in interest as you moved down the line of your equation. “You know the rules, sweetheart. You don’t get my cock until I’m satisfied with the amount of work you successfully completed.” His knees were aching too, but he could withstand it just to see you struggle. Your hair was soft in his grasp, but the mewls you made were even softer when he tugged on the strands. 

You felt tears burning your eyes, frustration towards math mixing with the frustration of not being able to alleviate the ache between your sticky thighs. Within an hour of his tutoring, Sanemi had rendered you to an embarrassing, sticky mess. Your slick was covering his thighs as well as his pubic bone, and of course his cock. “Carry that one.” 

Shakily, you erased, whining as you corrected your mistake. “Don’t move your hips or I’ll return to grinding my cock against you.” You stilled, you hadn’t even realized you were trying to force your hips back on his length. “I’m…mmm I’m s-sorry sir.” You hiccupped, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit at this point, and it was driving you insane.  “Don’t apologize, solve the problem.” 

You focused to the best of your abilities again, tears leaking down your cheeks and spotting the paper below you as the pressure built. Between the ache between your legs and the pressure of his dull cock head pressing into your awaiting entrance, you were certain you would crack under his gaze. You could feel it burning just over your shoulder, certain it was accompanied by rosy cheeks and fucked out eyes, making even swollen lips from where he chewed them. 

Your entire body jerked forward, head nearly falling forward along with it before Sanemi tugged again. “Keep your mind out of the gutter, sweetheart.” Your face was burning, he was one to talk considering the position he had you in right now.

“You are two lines away from getting my cock shoved in you, I’d smarten up and focus.” Your heart lurched, the promise in his tone was undeniable. Solve this equation and you’d get what you wanted. 

You scribbled the next line, earning a hum of approval from Sanemi as you moved to piece everything together and solve the equation. You waited with bated breath, looking everything over to confirm you were correct before shakily writing your answer.

After a beat of silence, Sanemi thrusted his hips forward, plunging his cock deep into your cunt. A loud cry of his name left your lips followed by a string of curses. The sting of being stretched so suddenly had you shivering, your pencil dropping from your hand as you tried to ground yourself. 

“Atta girl, you take me so–ha–so good.” Your cunt was fluttering around him, your hips trying to pull away just enough to ease the pressure on your cervix. The room was filled with your breathing before Sanemi finally panted “next”. You wanted to cry, frustrated and in need of relief and yet you were being forced to start your next round equations. “S-sanemi please…” 

“You heard me, sweetheart. Start the next problem.” He had regained a little bit of composure, pressing his hips flush against your own as he maneuvered his body lower. You could feel the heat radiating off of him as his front met your back, and yet again you were trying to run away from the one thing you had been begging for. “Turn the page over, we have four more to do.” His breath was hot against your ear, causing your body to involuntary shudder in response. 

You did as you were told, inhaling deeply as he returned to his original position. Once the paper was flipped and your pencil was back in your hand, Sanemi let go of the grip he had on your hair so both hands could hold your waist. He didn’t care if you struggled now, if anything he wanted to see you visibly falling apart.

You started slowly, moaning softly as Sanemi pulled out half way before slamming into you again. This paper would be a damn mess by the time you were done. That was Sanemi’s intention, after all, he liked to keep your ruined sheets of math as a reward once he was done. Your body shook with the force of his hips slamming into your own, the pencil dragging across the paper in sloppy mess as you began solving the next equation. 

“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck fuck…” You cried, pencil nearly ripping the paper as Sanemi’s hips rolled perfectly into you. The bulbous head of his cock grazed that one particular spot perfectly, making your back arch in response to the sensation. “Focus.” But his tone was hoarse, weak even as your slick arousal began to collect around the base of his cock. It's not like he could even focus on the math, eyes zeroing in on where your cunt sucked him in. 

“Solve this one right and I’ll fill you up, you’d love that wouldn’t ya?” You nodded, blabbering out a yes as your hand shakily wrote two more numbers in the first line of the problem. You weren’t going to get that far, but you’d damn near try your hardest. Sanemi’s hips were picking up their pace, falling into a brutal rhythm that was making it hard for you to properly see the numbers on your paper. The coffee table was creaking in protest with each snap of his hips. 

It was dizzying, feeling him split you open over and over as your velvety walls tried to clamp down and slow his speed. You were soaking wet, a warm gush of your arousal causing slick squelching noises to fill the small living room. “Finish the first line, sweetheart.” He could feel the sweat beading down his temple, as much as he loved to tease you, your cunt was almost too overwhelming for him.

He could fight off his inevitable release for a little while, but at the pace in which you were writing the problem out, he was certain he’d lose the battle. You were shaking as you finished the first line, eyes blurry as you tried to move the equation through your mind. You were too far gone already, cheeks burning hot as drool slipped past your parted lips. You could feel the embarrassment pushing you down, head falling forward now that Sanemi didn’t have a fistful of your hair to keep you upright. 

“C’mon, Sweet–ha–heart fucking finish the problem.'' The last half came out in a low and desperate tone, you could feel Sanemi’s cock twitching violently as it embedded itself in your velvety heat. “I-I’m trying…” you pleaded softly, tears flowing freely as you lifted your head. “I.. you’re too rough… oh fuck sir, don't stop.” you mewled, back arching as your hips shot back to meet his thrusts. Sanemi couldn’t say no to that, not when you were suffocating him. 

“Finish.” he restated, nails digging into the plush skin of your hips as his brows creased. He would have to pound some fucking sense into you… or maybe himself. Your pencil was scraping against the paper again as you worked through the equation, at this point Sanemi didn’t even care if you fucked it up and got the answer wrong, he just wanted to see a final result. 

Though, that suddenly wasn’t enough for him anymore.

A spike of arousal had one hand leaving your hips just to sneak around your front and find your clit. A sharp gasp tore from your mouth as white hot pleasure blurred your vision once more. Your neglected clit was far too sensitive for the immediate fast and rough circles Sanemi’s fingers were giving you. That and the fact that his hands were calloused, rougher than your own and creating more friction than you ever could.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna…” you choked on your own words, the pencil led snapping as the heat in your abdomen grew hotter. Your release was sneaking up on you thanks to the addition of his fingers. “You’re already gonna cum?” Sanemi’s tone was mocking, as if his own cock wasn’t swelling with his own impending release. You let out a garbled response that sounded somewhat similar to a “yes”, no longer able to write now that your pencil had broken. 

Sanemi noticed, of course, his ego inflating like a balloon as he looked at the ruined paper and the ruined pencil. “You’re lucky that didn’t…” he inhaled, jaw clenching as he tried to stave off his release for a little longer. “You’re lucky you didn’t snap the whole pencil.” You just shook your head, cheek turning to press against the paper covered table. Your hands twitched as they found the edge, grabbing on tightly to try and ground yourself once more. 

“Don’t hold out on me, sweetheart… you’ll still get my cum for trying.” A loud whimper followed his promise, no longer able to control the noises you made as Sanemi’s hips continued to piston into your sopping cunt. It hit you then, your orgasm just barely teetering over the edge as you babbled out a jumble of curses and pleas to stop. Not that you actually wanted him too, Sanemi had learned that your cries only meant you were getting overwhelmed in the best way possible. 

“Come for me, sweetheart. Ruin me.” 

You could feel the cord snap, your orgasm washing over you as his hips and fingers never faltered. You were positive you moaned his name a little louder than you wanted to, unable to help it as your ears rang from the intensity. Sanemi’s teeth sunk into his lower lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. Your cunt was quivering around him, suffocatingly tight as a warm gush of your arousal dripped down your thighs. The sight was unbearably hot, and just enough to push him over the edge with you. 

You shivered as he came, spraying your walls with his sticky release. “Oh fuck.” It was just barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Sanemi was tense, too tense to acknowledge the marks he was leaving on your hips as his nails dug into your skin. It wasn’t until his hips came to a stuttering halt, burying deep inside your cunt that he was able to suck air into his lungs again and loosen his grip. “Y-you okay?” 

You hummed, too tired to lift yourself off of the table. “Words, sweetheart.” Sanemi was never content with your little noises after the fact. He needed the verbal affirmation that you were okay and he wasn’t too rough. “...’m good.” You heard him exhale through his nose, something similar to a humorless laugh. “C’mon, let me clean you up.” the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of you made you both shiver, his sticky release following. 

He watched your hips squirm, you were never fond of the feeling. “Sorry, sweetheart.” but again, you mumbled out an “...’s okay”. He had worn you out, there was no way he would be able to finish your lesson tonight. “How about a shower instead of a rag?” His fingers were running along your slick thighs as he spoke, carefully dragging your mixing arousal back up to your entrance and using two fingers to shove it back inside.

“You’ll have tah carry me.” you mumbled, pushing yourself up halfheartedly, your cheeks stained with drying tears. “Fine by me, it’s the least I can do.” Sanemi smiled, carefully moving to pull you into a sitting position and get your weight off of your bruising knees. “You wouldn’t mind if I stayed the night, would ya?” You nearly collapsed into him, turning weakly into his embrace so he could get you both off the ground. 

“You’re always welcome, Sanemi. I still have some of your clothes in my dresser.” He chuckled at that, hauling you up bridal style as he made his way towards your bathroom “I might as well move in at this point, hmm?” this time you were the one starting to laugh. “You practically live here already, Sanemi. Why don’t we make it official?” If he knew it would have been that easy, he would have made the comment weeks ago. “I’d like that.” 

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I want to write a Twilight/Loid Forger smut so goddamn bad but I don't think anyone would give a fuck about it for real LMAO. So for fun, here is the idea that has been haunting my brain for months.

It's a couple years before Operation Strix is assigned to Twilight. You're an agent for WISE and Sylvia has called you in to assign you to a Honeypot mission, as she feels you are the target's ideal woman. However, Sylvia is wary of your romance skills and asks Twilight to give you some tips and tricks on how to properly seduce your target.

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Since someone asked about NSFW Giyu headcanons, I raise you NSFW Sanemi headcanons

Oh I got you bookie bear. I can always whip up some shit for my baby daddy... my ride or die... the father to my children... anyways

Sanemi eats pussy like a starved man, even if he just went down on you like an hour prior. This man uses his whole face when he goes down on you, I'm talking lips, teeth, tongue, nose, he's suffocating on your cunt and would happily die like that. You're going to be sore, swollen, and leaking for hours by the time he's done with you. Your thighs are going to be covered in bruises and teeth indents, sticky from his saliva.

Sanemi loves to bury himself in your cunt and just stay in place. He'll push in, not stopping until he'd buried to the hilt in your tight heat and just stay there to watch you squirm. You feel impossibly full, hips moving even if you don't want them to just to try and alleviate some of the pressure. Sanemi is clever though, opting to still your restless hips by pressing down on your abdomen instead of holding you still. He can himself and the new pressure pushes him right into that sweet spot that has your back arching.

Sanemi likes doing mutual masturbation but only as foreplay, that man cannot keep his hands off of you long enough to consider that a one-and-done deal. He'll instruct you on how to touch yourself, saying things like "Just like that, just how I'd do it" and "Remember how my hands did that? Try and replicate it" he likes watching you get frustrated as you use your fingers to bring yourself over the edge. Mostly because you'll whine his name the entire time, face contorted in annoyance as you focus on his fist stroking his cock.

Sanemi adores it when you ride him, he'll happily lay back with his arms behind his head, a lazy grin on his face as you angle his cock at your entrance and sink down. It's hypnotic watching his length disappear into your heat and reappear coated in your slick. He loves the feeling of your hands on his thighs as you lean back to try and angle yourself better, sloppy thrusts barely aid your throbbing arousal but it's doing a number on him. He won't help you until you're nearly falling off of him, at that point he's not willing to risk slipping out of your sweet cunt so he'll take over.