snow leopard!jo who cums from the faint whiff of your scent . nsfw drabble w/ fem reader!

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snow leopard!jo who wakes with his cock already weeping, slit smearing precum across your thigh before his brain even catches up, because your scent hits him like a punch to the gut from three feet away.

snow leopard!jo who has you face-down before your eyes even flutter open, snarling low as he shoves your soaked panties aside and sinks in with one brutal and slick stroke, just the obscene squelch of your body taking him because you’re already dripping for him in your sleep.

snow leopard!jo who fucks you through the first knot of consciousness, balls slapping against your clit with every punishing thrust, his claws dimpling the sheets beside your head as he watches his cock disappear into your fluttering heat again and again, glistening with your combined mess.

snow leopard!jo who pulls out just to watch his cum gush out of you in thick, pearly ropes, then shoves two fingers in to push it back, fucking his own semen deeper while you gasp awake—only to replace his fingers with his cock again, stretching you wide around the fat, throbbing head.

snow leopard!jo who bends over you, chest plastered to your back, and bites down on the soft junction of your neck while his hips piston into you, slick sounds filling the room like wet, filthy applause.

snow leopard!jo who reaches around to pinch your clit between calloused fingers, rubbing in tight, mean circles until you clench so hard he sees stars, and he cums with his face buried in your shoulder, pumping rope after rope of hot semen that drips down your thighs the second he pulls out.

snow leopard!jo who flips you onto your back before his cock even softens, spreading your legs wide with his knees, watching his cum leak from your ruined cunt in a viscous trail, but he’s already licking it up, tongue flat and rough, lapping at your swollen folds until you buck and sob, only to slide back inside you with a wet, vulgar pop.

snow leopard!jo who fucks you through your first orgasm of the morning, your walls strangling him, and he groans “that’s it, take it, fuckin’ take it.” as he spills again, hot and endless, filling you until it dribbles out around his shaft.

snow leopard!jo who pulls out just long enough to flip you onto your back, pupils swallowing his irises as he watches his own seed seep out of you before plunging back in to breed you full again.

snow leopard!jo who hooks your knees over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half, because he needs to be deeper, needs to feel your cervix kiss his tip with every frantic snap of his hips.

snow leopard!jo who drools against your collarbone when you whimper his name, tongue dragging flat and rough over your pulse point, tasting the salt of your sweat mixed with his own musk.

snow leopard!jo who presses his forehead to yours, panting hot and ragged, whispering “one more, baby, just one more” even though he knows it’s a lie.

snow leopard!jo who cums with a choked cry when you grind down on instinct, filling you over and over again, but keeps your hips pinned so nothing spills out.

snow leopard!jo who finally stills for three shuddering breaths, then nuzzles into your palm when you cup his cheek, pupils finally shrinking just a fraction—before your scent shifts, fresh and sweet, and he feels his cock twitch back to life.

snow leopard!jo who grins, dazed and feral, rolls you both onto your side without pulling out, murmuring “guess we’re not done yet…” as he starts a lazy, grinding rhythm that promises to last all day.

est aug 2026 © 00tiger — all rights reserved.

the sparkle by the stream

on a little walk around the forest near your cottage, you find unicorn hybrid!suguru geto injured and hungry. and as needy as ever ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

• content warnings: mdni, not proofread, hybrids, fluff&smut, impromer use of a unicorn horn, creampie?, injuries, blood, art by djuney9, dividers by @annahasabighead
• word count: 6.5k

You didn’t tell anyone, but you only moved into that little cottage by the forest in hope to meet any sort of mythical creature. You read in hundreds of forums that this exact forest was a place where many different creatures choose to live. From fairies, nymphs to elves and, your all time favorite, unicorns. Since you were a kid, you’ve been in awe about those horse-like creatures with a bright and probably glittery horn in the middle of their forehead. Your house was covered in shelves with books about them, CDs of movies with them, documentaries, everything! You are pretty sure there’s nothing left for you to read, see or listen to about unicorns. Except, obviously, seeing one. 

Every morning and night you quietly walk around the forest, hoping to see one. Your pure heart and good intentions are your only hope to see one, as well as the little basket with berries that you carry walking barefoot by the stream.

Tonight, the moon hung so low it looked like it might slip through the branches, you didn’t have to carry any lamp, the brightness of the moon is enough to illuminate your path. The scent of the forest was different too, the usual damp earth and crushed pines was replaced by some sort of lavender-like smell. You had waited until the cottage windows were dark and the last of the village lights had gone out before slipping out the back door, basket in hand, bare feet already cold against the wooden steps. It was almost midnight, the forest swallowed you the moment you crossed the tree line.

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mask on, fuck it, mask off | sex pollen

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Word Count: 8.4k

Contains Brand New Day spoilers 🕸️

Description: You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name. Helping him with gadgets, cleaning his wounds…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?

Tags/warnings: sex pollen smut, fem!reader, porn with plot, whiny desperate peter >>>, dry humping, piv, riding, oral fem!rec, fingering, dark!peter taking over for a bit, orgasm denial, prone bone, so much yearning, mask stays on…or does it?

Note: You have no idea how giddy it makes me to write him again. He had NO business looking that good in the movie so I had to get this out of my system. Enjoy 🤍

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You've seen spiderman hurt many times. When you signed the lease of the first apartment you could afford as a recent graduate, you never thought that would become your new normal. 

The first time it happened was completely accidental. He’d arrived at the building in the middle of the night, bruised, bleeding and too disoriented to realize that the window he’d come through was not his. 

That night, the noise of a heavy body collapsing onto the floor woke you up. For one terrifying moment, you believed someone had broken into your apartment, only to switch on the lamp and find the city’s superhero groaning and pressing his hands to his side. His suit was torn there, and blood soaked through the ruined fabric onto your rug. 

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thinking about subby!peter who can’t help but cry whenever you touch him, desperate for any contact after years of being alone with only his hand to give him any satisfaction. when you wrap your hand around his leaky, achy cock for the first time in years, he feels like he’s gonna cum on the spot. but it’s when you put your mouth on him that he actually does.

immediately rushing out apology after apology, “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry. you just—god—you feel so good,” as his warm cum spurts down your throat. obviously you knew this might happen, so you were prepared to swallow it all down, watching in content as his face blooms an even darker shade of red. you don’t stop, even when you see the tears start to well in his eyes, it just makes you want to keep going until he literally can’t take it anymore. poor peter hasn’t had this in years, he deserves to be sucked dry.

even as he’s pushing your head down, sobbing more and more apologies while forcing his entirely too thick cock down your throat, you’re in control. he knows it. he knows you’re just being so so nice and letting him feel like he has any control over this. he wouldn’t know what to do with it if he actually did, though. that’s why he needs you to guide him. he needs you to keep milking him, jerking him off, even as his salty tears roll into his mouth and his hips are shaking as his cum is spewing all over himself, making a huge mess that he’ll have to clean later.

when you coo the words, “need a break yet, baby?” peter is inhumanly quick to shake his head and cry out a series of nos. “no, no, no. please don’t—please don’t stop. i can take it, please. i promise. i’ll be good, just please keep going.” and who are you to deny him of his pleasure? he’s feeling too good to stop, and it’s probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. an independent, strong, hot fucking superhero, begging for you to keep going.

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note we’re just gonna pretend that the picture isn’t from the context it was... ok?

To all the writers who haven't written in a while. May the right words come to you and may they actually get written down.

i hate seeing the terms larp and larper so bad in fanfic spaces i just read some long ass essay ab how choso and sukuna fics arent accurate to their characters it genuinely had me seething i need to calm down its never that serious

• 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋?

pairing: john zenin x fem!reader

• 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . john zenin asks for you to hop on that dick

“agghh— fuck. . . mnngh, go slower, would ya?”

is practically the only thing you can hear as you're milking your husband, john zenin, dry. it all started with a scandalous outfit, the colour of grey which matched the colour of his outgrown, messy pubes.

him, seeing you walk around the house like that?

fuck, it's like you wanted him to sneak up behind you and press his nonexistent lips to your neck, biting the fragile skin purple.

he tips his head back, groaning into his palm as his other hand grips your ass, leaving marks ass it jiggles on his soaked crotch.

“. . . god, you're so huuugee, john, baby!” you cry out, gripping the bed— wet pussy clenching around his impressively long, girthy cock.

“yeah, like that, honey. you're clenching me so well.” you can practically hear the wide grin on his face.

your movements go sloppy, sweat running down your eyebrow as you bring him closer to release. he moves a hand up your back, running a finger down your spine— you shiver, grinding n taking him harder than before.

“atta girl.” he huffs, cold breath grazing your ass.

his white robes are discarded as waste on the floor, strong abs and thighs on display for you as you ride him.

a filthy, light ring of pre forms around the base of his cock, and he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint straight on it as it moves on his hard dick.

you feel your makeup melting off of your face, tears running down your cheeks at how well his long cock was hitting exactly every angle.

your pussy clenches around him, movements getting needier.

“m'gonna cum! shit, i'm gonna—” your eyes roll to the back of your skull, salty cum coating his spent, still hard cock.

he groans so loud it rivals the kansas city chiefs at arrowhead stadium on september 29 in 2014, releasing musky slick into your warm pussy.

he bottoms out one last time, pulling himself out of you with a shlick,

“oh, you thought we were done, you nasty girl?” he purrs, gripping his cock.

“lick it. lick the cum straight off my cock.” you oblige, wrapping your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his tip, going deeper to leave with his dick clean and shiny.

your manicured hands find the base of his girthy cock, cheeks hollowing out, staring at him in the eyes.

“ahhh! oh, juuuustt like that, fuck me!” he cries out, grabbing you by the hair, unable to look you in the eyes.

you spit on his tip, grabbing a pretty finger— running it down his slit. he is not able to supress a whimper from escaping his lips, feeling you go back down on him.

his dick is clean. well. you thought.

he cums in your mouth, a smoky n warm essence filling your mouth.

you swallow all of it, adam's apple bobbing as it spills down your throat, sending goosebumps down your arm and a shiver down your spine.

and john looks. . . utterly defeated.

utterly defeated by the pretty girl that has his heart.

© 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai.

• i know this joke is tired as fuck but i really wanted my john zenin fic back so 😢 500 words of you clapping john cheeks

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Anyway spiderjo

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

fin.

sympathy magic

pairing dilf piano instructor!hiromi higuruma x gifted student!reader

synopsis your piano instructor is notoriously strict, and so much older than you. usually, he can keep his nerve, but usually, you don't mess up over and over again like you have today.

tags porn//no plot, non-canon, no curses au, age gap (hiromi is late 30s, read is early 20s), mutual pining, teacher/student relationship, panty sniffing, pussy drunk hiromi, sexual "punishment", cruuuude language, degradation, impact play (spanking, slapping, improper use of a conductor's baton), unbalanced power dynamics, heavy scolding, slight choking (?), nsfw

word count 4.8k

authors note part of one of my many ventures into dilf territory, but my first time with hiromi. hope u enjoy!! i love him sm :p

art by @/hunnismoker <3

He hovers like a ghost, breath dripping down your shoulders like humid notes flowing over a staff — scribbled and unsure.

Your right hand shakes as you run through your scales — nails hitting white keys, then nervously stumbling over blacks, placing sharps where flats should be, totally fucking up the perfectly timed lesson that Mr. Higuruma expects from you, his best peer.

The conductor's baton in his hand is a threat to what you know — hovering just as blatantly, ready to reign down on your knuckles if you miss another note. So, you slow down, scaling from C to B, fingers shivering, soul ripe from the afterglow of one of his thorough, steady scoldings. He curses softly, but only when he's disappointed… Mr. Higuruma couldn't be more disappointed in you.

"Tardy by twenty minutes, and so beside yourself that you can't even run through a warmup correctly."

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