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#1 Lumine stan. That said, I post other girls too. Mostly gangbang stuff. I appreciate all sizes, big and small.

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AI art 'Chiaki Casting' with user description 'The digital hum of the Jabberwock Island beach house seemed to synchronize with the rapid, shallow breathing of Chiaki Nanami. She sat in the center of the room, the flickering blue light of the monitor behind her casting long, glitchy shadows across the floor. Sonia, Akane, and Mikan watched in stunned silence as the Ultimate Gamer began to recount the full, unedited sequence of the "Despair Easter Special"—a memory file she had previously tried to compress, but was now forced to render in full, agonizing detail.
"I... I need to tell you how it actually happened. From the very first 'level' to the 'Game Over' screen," Chiaki began, her voice dropping into a low, rhythmic drone. "It wasn't just a shoot; it was a total immersion. Junko took me to a forest that didn't feel real. The trees were ancient and twisted, and she had set up these massive, high-intensity green spotlights that bathed everything in a sickly, radioactive glow. I was dressed in that Monomi suit—a tight, high-cut pink leotard with those long, heavy rabbit ears that kept tugging my head back. No padding, no protection. Just me, exposed in the cold night air."
Chiaki’s eyes glazed over, her 18-year-old mind retreating into the simulation of the past. "The man was waiting in a clearing. He was a giant, a physical boss encounter I had no hope of dodging. Junko gave the signal, and the 'game' began. He started by asserting total control, his massive hands gripping my waist so hard I thought my hit points would drop to zero instantly. He forced me down, and the first stage was the Blowjob. I had to worship his enormous, pulsing member under those green lights, my blue hair fanning out over the mossy ground. I was already shaking, my system overloaded by his sheer scale."
"Then came the 'mechanics' of the Easter theme," she continued, her face flushing a deep, vivid crimson. "Junko brought out a basket of Easter eggs. They were made of heavy, polished resin—larger than real eggs, smooth and freezing cold. The man positioned me against a gnarled oak tree and began the Vaginal penetration. It was a critical hit; he was so large that I felt my internal boundaries shifting. But as he drove into me, he didn't stop. He took the first egg and pushed it deep inside, right past his own girth. The sensation of that cold, hard object being forced into my womb while he was still occupying me... it was a sensory paradox."
"He didn't stop there. He pushed a second egg into my Vagina, and then a third. I could feel them clashing together inside me, a heavy, rhythmic clicking that vibrated through my entire lower body. My 18-year-old anatomy was being stretched to its absolute structural limit. And then... he moved to my Anal passage. He pushed two more eggs in there, one after the other, until I was physically incapable of closing either entrance. I was a container, a vessel for Junko's twisted holiday decorations. I was being 'stuffed' like a prize-filled plushie."
Chiaki’s hands gripped her knees, her knuckles white. "This is the part I was ashamed to tell you. As the man resumed his frantic, heavy pacing—slamming into me while those five eggs shifted and rolled deep within my most private depths—my body stopped resisting. The green lights seemed to pulse in time with my heart. I wasn't just enduring it; I was craving it. My first orgasm hit like a lightning strike, a total system bypass that left me sobbing. Then the second. Then the third. By the twelfth orgasm, I was a broken mess of pleasure and lewd desperation."
"I was begging for it," Chiaki whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and heat. "I was arched back against that tree, my Monomi suit soaked in sweat and forest dew, screaming for him to fill me even more. I wanted to be ruined. I wanted the 'Despair' Junko promised. At the climax, he delivered the final 'payload.' A double Creampie—a massive, pressurized torrent of his essence that flooded the spaces between the resin eggs. I felt my stomach distend, the warmth of his tribute mixing with the cold of the eggs, making me feel impossibly heavy and anchored to the forest floor."
"When he finally withdrew, the 'Game Over' screen didn't appear. I was left there, gaped and completely open. My 18-year-old rear and pussy were wide, pulsing circles that couldn't retract because of the eggs still lodged deep inside. I was leaking a thick, white stream of fluid that clouded over the moss, my Monomi ears drooping in the dirt. I lay there for hours under those green lights, overfilled and discarded, feeling the weight of those five eggs and his massive tribute inside me. And the most despair-inducing part of all... was that I didn't want it to end. I loved being his broken, overstuffed Easter bunny."
Chiaki finally fell silent, the virtual world around her appearing to stabilize as she finished her data dump.'

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Chiaki Casting

AI art 'Asahina Casting' with user description 'The humid air of the indoor training facility was thick with the scent of chlorine and the low hum of the filtration system. Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimming Pro, stood at the edge of the Olympic-sized pool, her silhouette reflected in the shimmering blue water. She adjusted the straps of her sleek, black competitive swimsuit, the dark fabric a sharp contrast to her sun-kissed skin. Usually, she was the picture of athletic energy, but tonight, her usual ponytail was loose, and her eyes held a glazed, expectant look that had nothing to do with her training regimen.
The Casting Transcript: Aoi Asahina (The Ultimate Swimming Pro)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"Hina! I mean, Aoi Asahina! I’m 18 now, so I’m officially an adult! I’m a professional swimmer, and I spend more time in the water than on land! If I’m not in the pool, I’m probably looking for a snack!"
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"I want to win gold! But more than that, I want to feel like my body is being used to its full potential. Sometimes, just swimming laps isn't enough to burn off all this energy I have inside. I want to feel... saturated."
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I love sports games! Mario Kart is a classic for me. For movies, I’m a huge fan of Free!—the animation of the water is just so pretty! I also watch One Piece because I love the idea of a giant ocean full of mystery and strong people!"
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"I really like Kirby! He can eat anything and he's so round and cute. I also admire Nami from One Piece—she’s so smart and handles the sea like a pro!"
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"I want to see how much my body can take. Swimmers have high lung capacity and great endurance, right? I want to put that to the test in a different way. I expect to be filled until I can’t float anymore."
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"An 11! I’m a high-energy person, and once I get started, I don't want to stop! I love the feeling of being active and 'engaged' by others!"
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'DONUT!' If things get too heavy and I need a break, that’s the word!"
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"Record it in 8K! I want to see the water splashing against my skin and the way the light hits the pool. Make it look like a professional sports broadcast, but... way more intimate!"
9. The Agreement: Describe the planned scene?
"It's simple! I've agreed to a one-on-one session in the pool. I want him to take me Anally until I'm completely filled with his tribute. Just a private, intense workout between the two of us!"
The Scene: "The Unscripted Relay"
The pool lights were dimmed to a deep, neon blue. Aoi was in the shallow end, her black swimsuit clinging to her curves. The first man, an athlete of massive proportions, approached her as planned. The session began with intense Anal sex, her body bobbing in the water with every powerful thrust. As she reached her first peak, he delivered a massive Anal Creampie, filling her rear depth until she moaned into the humid air.
But then, the script went out the window.
"Wait... that wasn't part of the plan!" Aoi gasped, but she couldn't stop smiling. A second man approached the edge of the pool, his enormous member already out and pulsing. Without a second thought, Aoi swam to the edge, pulled herself up, and took him into her mouth, her Blowjob technique as rhythmic and practiced as her breaststroke.
Suddenly, the doors to the facility opened. Thirteen more men entered, all of them focused on the girl in the black swimsuit. Aoi’s brain began to short-circuit. The surge of endorphins and the sheer physical presence of so many men made her stop thinking straight. She didn't see them as individuals anymore; they were just waves of pleasure hitting her all at once.
The "one-on-one" turned into a total aquatic Gangbang. Aoi was pulled back into the center of the pool. She was being used in every way imaginable—Vaginally, Anally, and Orally all at the same time. Men were lining up, rotating in and out as they claimed different parts of her 18-year-old body. She was being held aloft by the crowd, her black swimsuit pulled aside to reveal her flushed, overstimulated skin.
By the time the last of the fifteen men had taken his turn, Aoi was a complete wreck. She had been Creampied so many times that her stomach was visibly distended, looking heavy and tight under the black fabric. She was gaped at both ends, unable to close as the white fluid leaked out and clouded the clear blue water around her. She was literally "water-logged" with their essence.
She floated on her back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She had taken all fifteen of them, multiple times, and her body was a ruined, beautiful map of their victory. She looked at the camera, a dazed, blissed-out smile on her face as she drifted.
"I think I set a new record"'

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AI art 'Toko Casting' with user description 'The dimly lit corner of the library smelled of old parchment and stagnant air—a fitting sanctuary for the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Toko Fukawa sat huddled in her high-collared school uniform, her long braids frayed and her glasses sliding down her nose. She gripped her fountain pen so hard her knuckles were white, her eyes darting around the room with a mixture of intense self-loathing and a hidden, burning desire to be noticed.
The Casting Transcript: Toko Fukawa (The Ultimate Writing Prodigy)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"T-Toko Fukawa... I'm 18, though I don't see why that matters to a g-glaring voyeur like you! I'm an author... a p-prodigy, though most people are too stupid to appreciate my prose!"
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"To be by Master Byakuya’s side! To be his shadow, his footstool, his... everything! I want to live in a world where he finally acknowledges that I'm the only one worthy of his d-disdain!"
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I read! I don't waste time with flickering screens! Though... I suppose I’ve seen Misery—it’s a very romantic movie about dedication. And I’ve heard of Danganronpa, but the writing is far too pulpy for a p-professional like me!"
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"Byakuya Togami! There is no one else! But if I must choose fiction... perhaps Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. His obsession is... acceptable."
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"I need the money to b-buy Master Byakuya a gift he can’t ignore! And... I need a release for these... 'darker' thoughts I have. I expect to be treated with the absolute lack of respect I d-deserve!"
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"D-Don't look at me like that! It's a 10! But only in my head! In reality, it's t-terrifying... but I can't stop thinking about it!"
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'BLOOD.' Because if I see it, or if you say it, she might come out... and you don't want to meet the other me."
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"Fine! Capture my 'filth' in 8K! Let the world see how d-degraded a genius can become!"
9. The Agreement: Describe the "Anal Only" encounter?
"Listen closely! You are only allowed to touch my Anal opening! Nothing else! My front... my purity... that is saved strictly for Master Byakuya! My 'back door' is just a pit of filth anyway—it's the only part of me that's appropriate for someone like you to use. I want to be taken from behind, treated like a d-disposable object, until I'm completely filled back there!"
The Scene: "The Author’s Back-Page Secret"
The setting was a cold, iron-framed bed in a dark room. Toko refused to take off her glasses or unbind her braids. She hiked up her pleated skirt, keeping her blouse buttoned to the chin, and presented herself from behind. Her 18-year-old body was trembling, a frantic vibration of nerves and suppressed excitement.
"J-Just get it over with!" she hissed, burying her face in a dusty pillow.
The scene was a study in isolation. Her partner—a man she refused to even look at—approached her from the rear. The Anal penetration was sudden and unforgiving. Toko let out a muffled shriek into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets. She didn't let him touch her anywhere else; her hands stayed far away from her "sacred" front, which remained untouched and dry, reserved in her mind for a man who would never want it.
He moved with a heavy, rhythmic thud, his size stretching her "filth" to the absolute limit. Toko’s mind raced, weaving a dark, tragic narrative out of the friction. She began to moan—a high, stuttering sound that she tried to choke back. The sensation of being used in the one place she deemed "worthless" was strangely liberating.
As the climax hit, she demanded he finish deep inside her rear. He complied, a pressurized Anal Creampie that filled her to the brink. When he withdrew, Toko didn't move. She lay there, her skirt hiked up, her 18-year-old rear visibly gaped and leaking a thick, white stream onto her thighs.
Her pussy remained dry and "pure" for her Master, but her back was a ruined, overflowing mess of his victory. Toko looked back over her shoulder at the camera, her glasses fogged and her face a mask of lewd, self-loathing bliss.
"There... I hope you're h-happy," she panted, her voice trembling. "Now give me my p-payment so I can go buy Master Byakuya his golden cufflink!"'

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Toko Casting

AI art 'Kirigiri Casting' with user description 'The evening air at the secluded beach was heavy with the scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of the tide against the jagged rocks. Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Detective, stood on the cooling sand, her signature lavender hair caught in the breeze. She had traded her high-collared jacket for a simple, translucent wrap, though she still wore her black studded gloves—a final barrier of mystery she wasn't yet ready to shed.
The Casting Transcript: Kyoko Kirigiri (The Ultimate Detective)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"Kyoko Kirigiri. I am 18 years old. As for my job... I solve mysteries. I look for the truth beneath the lies, no matter how uncomfortable that truth might be."
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"To find the answers that were stolen from me. To live a life where I don't have to be afraid of my own vulnerabilities. I want to know what it feels like to lose control without losing myself."
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I enjoy logic puzzles and Sudoku. For movies, I prefer noir classics like The Maltese Falcon or modern psychological thrillers like Se7en. As for anime, Monster is a masterpiece of human depravity and redemption. It keeps my mind sharp."
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"I admire Sherlock Holmes for his dedication to the truth. I also find C.C. from Code Geass intriguing—her immortality and detachment resonate with me in ways I’m still investigating."
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"Investigation requires data. I have spent my life observing human nature from the outside. I want to experience the most extreme physical sensations possible—to see if my logic can survive a total sensory override. I expect a physical challenge that leaves no room for deduction."
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"A 9. While I appear cold, the heat of an intense physical encounter is the only thing that truly quiets the noise in my head. It is a logical necessity for my well-being."
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'EVIDENCE.' If I say that, the investigation is closed and you must withdraw immediately."
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"The camera does not lie. Capture everything in 8K. I want to review the footage later to see the exact moment my composure breaks."
9. The Agreement: Describe the scene?
"A moonlit beach. One man—physically imposing, standing well over two meters tall. He must possess... substantial equipment. I want to be handled with a raw, primal force that ignores my status. I want to be filled until I am physically changed—left gaped and open like a hollow space, unable to close even after he is finished."
The Scene: "The Detective’s Open Case"
The moon hung high, a pale witness to the encounter on the shore. Kyoko lay back on a dark silk blanket spread over the sand. Towering over her was the man she had requested—a literal giant of a human, his shadow completely engulfing her pale frame. When he revealed himself, his member was a colossal, pulsing vein of power that made even the stoic detective’s eyes widen in silent calculation.
"Show me the truth," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the waves.
The scene was an exercise in extreme physical displacement. He didn't just enter her; he invaded her. Kyoko’s 18-year-old body was pushed to its structural limits as he drove into her Vaginally, his massive girth stretching her porcelain skin until it was translucent. She gripped the sand, her gloved hands digging into the earth as she let out a high, sharp cry—a sound of pure, unrefined data.
He moved with the weight of the ocean, each thrust hitting her fundus with a heavy thud that echoed in her chest. Kyoko’s logical mind shattered; there was no room for thought, only the overwhelming sensation of being "full."
As the climax approached, he finished with a pressurized torrent, a Creampie so massive it began to overflow immediately, slicking her inner thighs and the silk beneath her. But it was the aftermath that fulfilled her request. As he slowly withdrew his massive length, Kyoko’s entrance didn't snap back. She remained gaped—a wide, pulsing, red circle of surrender that stayed open to the night air, unable to retract from the sheer scale of the trauma.
She lay there, her lavender hair matted with sand and sweat, looking down at the "hole" he had left in her. She was a ruin of a woman, leaking white fluid from a gaped abyss that showed exactly how deep his victory had gone. Kyoko looked at the camera, her expression dazed and completely broken of its usual stoicism.
"The evidence... is conclusive," she panted, her eyes rolling back in a final wave of overstimulated bliss. "I am... completely compromised."'

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gegegehehehe666

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AI art "Takami Chika my Aqours angel waifu~ ❤️🍊☺️"

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Takami Chika my Aqours angel waifu~ ❤️🍊☺️

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AI art 'Chun Li Mix' with user description 'A mix of some of the things I have to post, and this is just the Chun Li stuff... but I don't like the new algorithm; when they change it, I'll go back to posting full works.'

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hi 20 years he/him

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I am zesoul. I may, or may not, have an addiction. You be the judge. But please don't judge. I post a lot of OC's, you may notice trends in the kinds of clothing they wear (suits are nice :)). And I normally include a little description or story (Unless the horny is too strong). Hope you enjoy the stuff I put together :)

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1500!? Anya's morning routine

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Overwatch girls feeling themselves

AI art 'Princess Peach' with user description 'The heavy oak doors of the Mushroom Kingdom throne room clicked shut, the echoes dying against the stained glass. Princess Peach sat atop her gilded throne, but her posture wasn't that of a weary ruler—it was that of a predator who had finally cornered her prey.

Her eyes tracked the lone guard standing at attention at the foot of the dais. He was young, his armor polished to a mirror finish, but he was trembling. He knew the protocol, but the way the Princess was looking at him—sharp, hungry, and entirely un-regal—wasn't in the handbook.

"At ease, soldier," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave, echoing with a velvet authority that made his knees weak.

He hesitated, shifting his halberd. "Princess? The perimeter hasn't been—"

"Forget the perimeter," she interrupted, rising slowly. The silk of her pink gown hissed against the gold of the throne as she descended the steps. She stopped inches from him, the scent of peaches and expensive perfume clouding his senses. She reached out, her gloved fingers tracing the edge of his breastplate before hooking into the leather strap. "I find myself bored with 'safety.' I think I’d much rather focus on... loyalty."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Take off the helmet. I want to see the face of the man who’s going to spend the rest of the night serving his Princess in ways the kingdom never sees."

She didn't wait for an answer. With a sharp tug on his belt, she backed toward the throne, sitting back down and spreading her skirts wide, her eyes never leaving his. She patted the seat beside her—a space reserved only for royalty—and gave a slow, wicked smirk.

"Well? Your Princess has given you an order. Don't tell me you're going to commit treason by making me wait."'

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AI art 'Vesper Nyx' with user description 'Vesper Nyx leaned back into the plush, velvet seat of the private lounge, the neon hum of the city pulsing just outside the reinforced glass. Her teal hair was swept up into a sleek, gravity-defying topknot, exposing the elegant line of her neck and making the glow of her futuristic glasses stand out even more sharply against her skin.

She didn’t say a word, but her gaze was a challenge. The teal gown she wore was less of a garment and more of a suggestion, the silken fabric straining against her chest and plunging dangerously low. With a slow, deliberate smirk, she leaned back, letting the light catch the sharp angles of her frames.

Then, with the effortless grace of someone who knew exactly how much power she held, Vesper shifted. She didn't just move; she uncurled. As she slowly parted her legs, the high slit of the gown fell away completely. The reveal was unapologetic and electric: she wore nothing beneath the silk, showcasing a manicured tuft of teal pubic hair that matched her hair and eyes perfectly.

She arched an eyebrow, her expression sultry and knowing, her eyes locked onto yours as she sat fully exposed in the neon light.'

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Supergirl

raizu

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Long story writer. Mainly addressing pokephilia NFSW at the moment

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Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART9] / Train Teasing

AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART9]' with user description 'Caught on the Train: Milotic's Tentacles Undress and Deep Fuck Rosa'

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Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART9]

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Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART8]