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AI art '1k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Frieren has 1000 years of experience' with user description 'I see so many good close-up for @blackhairedstudent that i had to try one too. STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PLAY WITH LIGHTING LIKE THAT but it's fine i kinda enjoy the results, especially this first shot Enjoy guys'
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Frieren has 1000 years of experience

herlin
AI art 'Tsunade Dark Room'
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Tsunade Dark Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤' with user description 'The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ​Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ​They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall." ​Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ​Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam.""'
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

cef_ultra
AI art 'Annie Revisiting'
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Annie Revisiting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Elise's Big Day"
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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Emma witch Training' with user description 'The roads after the civil war felt heavier somehow, scarred by battles that still echoed in my memories. I am Emma Millstein, and though peace had returned to Erebonia, my magical abilities remained unsettled—threads of arcana slipping from my grasp like frayed silk. Celine had insisted on this journey to seek ancient ley lines, but I pressed on with quiet determination. My purple hut stood grounded in a quiet clearing as I reached the misty crossroads lined with ancient oaks. There sat Celine, my feline familiar, perched elegantly on a weathered stone, tail flicking with her usual impatience. Her golden eyes narrowed as I approached. "Celine," I said softly, adjusting my witch's hat with a gloved hand. My voice carried the polite restraint of my noble upbringing. "My powers have not recovered as I hoped since the war's end. The spells feel diminished. The elements respond with delay. Do you know of any method to strengthen them? Anything at all that might help?" Celine licked her paw once, then fixed me with that sharp gaze. "Meow, Emma, you're always so serious. There is one hidden way, but I'm not sure if it actually works. It's old folklore. Rose does it almost every week down in the settlements. Claims it replenishes her life energy." My cheeks warmed slightly, but I kept my composure. "What is this method, Celine? If it's possible, I wish to try it. I've come too far to dismiss any path to restoration. Tell me plainly." The cat stretched lazily. "It's life energy absorption, through intimate means. You have to draw it from men—the more, the better. Make them cum inside you, on your body, or in your mouth. Their vital essence transfers that way, supposedly flooding a witch's core with raw power. I've caught Rose doing it with the male villagers more than once. She'd take them all, letting them use her until she glowed. But Emma... it's not elegant sorcery. It's messy. Primal." I stood there a long moment, refined sensibilities clashing with necessity. The idea was crude, far beneath the dignified arts of the Millstein line, yet the war had taught uncomfortable sacrifices. My heart raced with hesitation, a flush creeping up my neck, but my voice remained steady. "If Rose can manage it weekly and maintain her strength, then... it does not hurt to try. For the sake of my magic, and to better protect what remains dear. I will endure it." Celine's tail swished. "Your choice, witch." Word spread quickly through the nearby small village via a subtle illusion spell. By evening, they arrived—more than forty men, farmers and laborers, drawn by curiosity. I welcomed them into my grounded purple hut, lit by soft magical orbs. Standing tall in my dark dress, I spoke with quiet resolve. "I seek only to restore my strength. Give what you will, and I shall receive." They were not gentle. Hands pulled at my clothing, stripping me bare and tossing me onto the bed like discarded cloth. I gasped as the first burly man claimed my mouth, his thick length pushing past my lips while I struggled to maintain composure. Another spread my legs, entering me without preamble, the stretch burning. Pain bloomed, but I focused inward, seeking any trace of life energy. They used me relentlessly, passing me like a shared toy. Flipped onto hands and knees, one pounded my pussy while another forced into my ass, the dual invasion bringing tears. Cum splattered my breasts and face as others stroked over me. I swallowed what I could, salty and overwhelming, while more flooded inside, leaking from every hole. They tossed me around the hut—lifted and impaled, bent over the table, held between two thrusting in rhythm. Slaps echoed, grunts filled the air. Over forty men rotated through the night, using every way imaginable: double penetration, hands and mouth filled, seed coating my hair, thighs, pooling beneath me. By dawn, I lay wasted on my bed, legs splayed, my refined form gaped and trembling. Cum poured from my stretched pussy and ass in thick streams. My skin glistened with layers of it, body aching with raw pain. Nausea twisted my stomach from the excess. Celine padded in, leaping onto the bed's edge. She surveyed the scene, nose wrinkling. "Celine," I rasped, voice hoarse yet polite, barely lifting my head. "I don't feel anything new. Only pain and nausea. It burns everywhere. No new strength, no clearer arcana. Just this emptiness." The cat tilted her head, amusement in her tone. "Well, Emma dear, maybe Rose is just a little whore who enjoys getting fucked senseless every week. Some ancient ways are just excuses for that. You might need a different spark." I closed my eyes, lying there full and broken, the war's scars no lighter. My quest continued, but this path brought only weariness.'
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Emma witch Training

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Pokesluts MEGA COMP"
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Pokesluts MEGA COMP

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Hinako's new dress'
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Hinako's new dress

tokenoverlord
AI art 'House of the fallen - chapter 1' with user description 'Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."'
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
AI art 'Lili Slut ❤️'
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Lili Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ilyana debut'
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Ilyana debut

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AI art 'Yoruichi Gangbang' with user description 'Yoruichi leaned back against the wooden bench in the Soul Society training grounds, her golden eyes shadowed with lingering disgust and conflicted heat as she faced Rukia and Orihime. The two younger women sat close, hanging on her words. “You wanted the raw truth from my past? During a botched solo mission near enemy borders, they ambushed and captured me. No chains, but they dragged me straight into their underground dungeon and held me captive for days as their sex slave. Hundreds of soldiers used me in one nonstop gangbang after another.” Rukia blinked in shock. “Yoruichi-sama… you were taken like that?” Orihime shifted uncomfortably, voice soft. “It must have felt violating…” Yoruichi began, her tone starting proud. “At first I was still fully clothed in my shihakusho, standing defiant in the dim stone room. The soldiers circled me, laughing. I smirked and said, ‘Come on then, try me.’ The first ones grabbed me while I was dressed, yanking my top open to expose my breasts but leaving the rest on initially. One shoved his cock into my mouth right through the torn fabric, while another hiked up my hakama and thrust into my pussy. I sucked him confidently, tongue working, my body responding despite myself. ‘That all?’ I taunted, even as they used me. Soon they stripped me piece by piece, but the gangbang started with me clothed and proud. Double penetration came fast— one deep in my pussy, another forcing into my ass while I still had scraps of cloth hanging off me. I rocked back, moaning, taking it like a challenge.” Orihime whispered, eyes wide. “You stayed so bold at the beginning…” “But the hours dragged on and the numbers swelled disgustingly,” Yoruichi continued, voice turning bitter. “Fifty soldiers, then a hundred, then two hundred— an endless line using my body without rest. My mouth became a filthy cum-dump, jaws sore from constant face-fucking, their balls slapping my chin as they poured load after load down my throat. They passed me around the gangbang, lifting my naked form so two thick cocks could force into my pussy at once while a third claimed my ass, stretching me horribly. Triple penetration was nonstop— holes filled completely, bodies slamming into me. Cum coated every inch of my skin, matted my hair, leaked from my swollen pussy and ass. I started feeling revolted, sickened by the sheer volume, the way my body kept betraying me with unwanted pleasure while the degradation built.” Rukia leaned in, voice hushed. “How did you hold on through all those men using you?” Yoruichi’s face twisted with clear disgust. “I didn’t. By the second and third day I shattered. The massive gangbang never slowed— they kept triple-penetrating me relentlessly, pounding every hole until I broke down crying. Tears streamed down my face as cocks still thrust into my sobbing mouth. ‘Please… it’s too much…’ I whimpered between thrusts, body shaking, but they laughed and used me harder. My belly bloated from swallowing endless thick cum. It was revolting. Even when I had to relieve myself in the corner, my shit came out pale white, thick with all the seed I’d been forced to choke down hour after hour. I felt utterly filthy and degraded, hating how they had turned me into their shared cumdump for days.” Orihime gently touched her arm, sympathetic. “Yoruichi-san… enduring that many using you sounds traumatic. Your strength is still incredible…” Yoruichi exhaled shakily, eyes dark with shame and heat. “It was sickening being held captive and used like that in their dungeon. Covered, filled, and broken from the nonstop gangbang. Yet… even today, some twisted part of me craves sex exactly like that. The disgusting, overwhelming fullness of triple penetration, being passed around by hundreds until I cry and lose control. The filthy memory of my shit turning white from all that swallowed cum still makes me wet sometimes when I remember.” She gave a husky, conflicted wink. “Want me to describe how my holes felt after the two-hundredth soldier, girls? I can go deeper if you’re brave enough to hear it...'
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Yoruichi Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Fern - lighting test' with user description 'Hi guys ❤️​ For the first time i post something non-sexual, this is entirely for a lighting work, i'm trying to improve my skills with AI soooo here it is 🥰 Please let me know if you like it ❤️​'
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Fern - lighting test

herlin
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Beatrice Magical Library' with user description 'Beatrice's POV – The Library's Humiliating Anomaly "Haaah?! What in the world—?!" The first wave of rainbow bubbles popped right in front of my face, and my body betrayed me instantly. My arms shot straight up above my head, wrists crossing as if bound by invisible force, forcing my small chest to thrust forward. The elegant gothic dress I had worn for centuries shimmered violently, the heavy pink fabric dissolving into thin air only to reform as a tiny, sheer white babydoll top that clung transparently to my flat chest and puffy little nipples. The skirt had shrunk to almost nothing — a pathetic frill of fabric barely covering the curve of my bottom, leaving my smooth, pale thighs and the soft mound between my legs dangerously exposed with every twitch. "This... this is outrageous, I suppose! Stop it right now!" I tried to clamp my legs shut, but another surge hit. The library floor seemed to tilt, and my pose shifted again — bent forward sharply at the waist, hands forced to grip my own ankles from behind in a humiliating standing straddle. My rear pushed high and out, the skimpy fabric riding up completely to bare my plump little ass cheeks and the tight, untouched slit beneath. The outfit changed once more into glossy, rainbow-striped micro-bikini strings that dug between my folds, outlining every delicate contour while leaving nothing to the imagination. The bubbles swirled faster, sparkling against my skin like lewd glitter. My face burned hotter than any flame magic. Centuries of dignity as the guardian of the Forbidden Library, reduced to this — legs spread awkwardly wide, body contorted so my most private areas were shamelessly displayed. I could feel cool air kissing my exposed pussy lips, the thin strings doing nothing to hide how they parted slightly from the forced stretch. "Wh-whoever is doing this... Betty will tear you apart! In fact!" I struggled, magic flaring weakly in my fingertips, but the bubbles only multiplied. *Pop. Pop.* My body jerked upright then twisted sideways into another absurd position: one leg kicked high and held vertical against my torso, like a lewd ballerina stretch, while my back arched dramatically. The bikini top vanished entirely this time, leaving my sensitive pink nipples stiff and bare in the open air. The bottom piece had transformed into a crotchless thong, the fabric framing rather than covering my smooth, hairless small pink pussy. Every tiny movement made my puffy outer lips jiggle and part, exposing the slick inner pink. Shame flooded me. This body — eternally youthful, delicate, and untouched — was being paraded in the most vulgar, awkward ways imaginable. I could see my own reflection in a polished book spine: drills disheveled, cheeks flushed crimson, mouth open in a mix of outrage and involuntary gasp as another pose locked in. Now on all fours on a suddenly appearing cushioned surface that definitely wasn't part of my library, back dipped low in a deep arch, ass raised high with knees spread. The outfit was little more than sparkling body paint now — strategic rainbow streaks across my nipples and dripping down my inner thighs, highlighting the glistening wetness that the humiliation was shamefully forcing from me. "Subaru... you idiot... where are you?!" I whimpered under my breath, voice trembling despite my pride. "Don't you dare see Betty like this... all exposed and... and dripping like some common harlot, I suppose..." The bubbles kept coming, each one triggering fresh shifts. My poses grew more extreme — spread-eagle against a shelf with wrists and ankles pinned, body twisted into pretzel-like contortions that left my tight little holes completely vulnerable and on display, clothes flickering between sheer negligées, slutty micro-skirts with no panties, and complete nudity save for glowing rainbow pasties that did nothing to conceal. The library itself warped around these humiliating scenes, forcing me from one degrading, awkward position to the next while I desperately searched for the source of this chaotic magic. I hated how my body reacted — the heat building between my legs, the way my nipples ached under the forced exposure. But more than anything, I hated the vulnerability. After 400 years of isolation, to be toyed with like this... If this didn't stop soon, I feared what else these cursed bubbles might make Betty do.'
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Beatrice Magical Library

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Trixxie 1/2"
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Trixxie 1/2

zuzul
AI art "The Hunger: Consumption"
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The Hunger: Consumption

dreamerofdreams
AI art "More Fire Emblem Girls 3"
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More Fire Emblem Girls 3

onlyyouprod
AI art "The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar"
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The Legend of Dalia: Rise of the Pleasure Vicar

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