rifle

AI art "Battle Angel : White"
9

Battle Angel : White

zuzul
AI art "Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)"
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Cyndel Vale needs money 8 (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art "Scrap Metal Hunter"
13

Scrap Metal Hunter

onkayetishar
AI art 'Danganronpa 3 Glass pt1' with user description 'Pt 1 of danganronpa 3 girls ❤️'
15

Danganronpa 3 Glass pt1

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Little-Dancing-Cloud aiming"
10

Little-Dancing-Cloud aiming

zuzul
AI art 'G.I. Jane' with user description 'Listen up, you worthless sack of 💩! Cease all f*cking about and double-time your sorry ass outta here, Private! This ain't no goddamn drill — incoming fire, real rounds, real danger! Haul ass, move your lazy f*cking carcass, and get to cover NOW! You think you're gonna live forever? Negative — get moving or get buried! Hooah! 🪖😁'
8

G.I. Jane

peterco
AI art 'Nagatoro Nightmare' with user description 'The snacks were scattered across the low table, and the character sheets were stained with soda rings. Nagatoro sat cross-legged on her bed, leaning over the edge to glare at the four boys huddled on the floor. They were deep into the final session of their custom RPG campaign. The atmosphere was thick with tension as the boys rolled their dice, trying to liberate a coastal town that had been brutally conquered by a horde of orcs. The DM described the grim reality of the setting—the orcs hadn't just taken the gold; they had taken the women, keeping them in makeshift breeding pits to ensure the horde’s future. "We have to save them," one of the boys muttered, determined. After hours of intense dice rolls and strategic planning, the party emerged victorious. They had slaughtered the orc chieftain and freed the captives. Exhausted by the 12:00 AM mark, the group decided to crash. The boys sprawled out on the sofa and the floor, while Nagatoro retreated to the center of her bed, drifting into a heavy, dark sleep. The nightmare began the moment she closed her eyes. In the dream, the victory had been a lie. She was back in that town, but she wasn't the hero—she was the captive. The air was thick with the stench of musk and iron. She was dragged into a damp, stone-walled chamber where the air tasted of copper. She was sobbing, genuine tears of terror streaming down her face as the massive, green-skinned shadows loomed over her. The orcs were relentless, their forms hulking and terrifyingly endowed with gigantic, pulsing members. Just as she thought her spirit would break, one of them turned her over, pinning her face-down against the cold floor. She felt the sudden, violent intrusion as a massive cock forced its way into her asshole. She screamed into the dirt, feeling as though her body was being physically destroyed, her narrow frame stretched beyond its limits. But as the orc began to pump with a primal, rhythmic ferocity, the agony underwent a traitorous metamorphosis. The destruction of her ass sparked a white-hot, agonizingly intense pleasure that radiated through her entire nervous system. In that dream-state, she was a broken toy, coming once, twice—six times in total—her body convulsing in rhythmic waves of dark, shameful ecstasy as she was filled to the brim with their seed. In all her holes... She sat up abruptly at 7:00 AM, the sheets sliding down her skin. The wetness was real. She felt the heavy, cold slickness between her legs and the uncomfortable, full sensation deep in her bowels. It wasn't just a dream reaction. She was coated in it—thick, drying puddles of cum smeared across her thighs and matted into the hair of her pussy. "YOU DISGUSTING CREEPS!" Her voice tore through the quiet house like a serrated blade. Within seconds, the sound of panicked stumbling erupted from the living room. The four boys, looking disheveled and guilty, huddled in her doorway, trembling under her predatory glare. "Look at me!" she hissed, gesturing to the stains on her bed. "I wake up and I’m literally a mess because of you four! While I was having a nightmare about being used by monsters, you were actually doing it!" The boys looked at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous, low crawl. "How many times did you do it? How many times did each of you come inside me?" The tallest one swallowed hard. "We... we lost count of the total, Nagatoro-san. But each of us... we each came at least five times. We couldn't stop ourselves." "Five times each?" She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "And how long? How many hours was I out while you were treating me like a communal toy?" "From midnight," another boy stammered, his face bright red. "We started right after we 'finished' the RPG at 12:00 AM... and we didn't stop until about 5:00 AM. You were so deep asleep, you just kept taking it..." Five hours. They had spent five hours taking turns destroying her while she was trapped in a dream of being conquered. A strange, manic energy flickered in Nagatoro’s eyes. The anger was there, but the lingering ghost of those six dream-orgasms was mixing with the reality of being filled by all four of them for half the night. "Five hours of using me as a hole, and you think you’re just going to go home?" She stood up, the wetness dripping down her leg, a dark, commanding smirk pulling at her lips. "You’ve had your fun with a doll. Now that I’m awake, you’re going to see what it’s really like. All four of you—get in here. Close the door. You started this campaign, now you’re going to finish it under my rules."'
30

Nagatoro Nightmare

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)' with user description 'Previously on "Cyndel Vale needs the money"..... Cyndel recovered more gold than she could possibly imagine from the enemy. Then she felt it - two soft, but firm hands on her breasts and the chilling voice of someone in her ear. "Well, well, well.....Looks like I have a new playmate." Then blackness as she was knocked unconscious. "Welcome to my playpen, Cyndel," Nemesis laughed. "Let's see how much you can take before dealing with the likes of me." Cyndel just laughed defiantly. "Clearly, you haven't seen what I've been dealing with for the last eight episodes. Do your worst." For the next 72 hours, Cyndel was tied to every type of device Nemesis had and inserted with all manner of objects. But Cyndel was trained to resist this types of torture. "Please," Cyndel scoffed. "I've been pounded harder at McDonald's." Nemesis grew anrgy. "You talk to much. Private Peterco, get the gag." The poundings continued until Nemesis was ready to play herself. Nemesis tried to break Cyndel, but underestimated how insatiable Cyndel's sexual appetite was. In the end, Cyndel exhausted her foe and simply walked out the door with a parting message. "Nice try, Captain, but if you take a swing at the queen, bring some bigger equipment next time."'
17

Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)

octavian
AI art 'Tomb Raider'
30

Tomb Raider

surbgent
AI art "“CODE NAME: Bad Rap”"
21

“CODE NAME: Bad Rap”

warmicestudios
AI art "Sniper Rapunzel"
22

Sniper Rapunzel

parda
AI art "Ready for bed? Part 10, I think"
6

Ready for bed? Part 10, I think

mrka1
AI art 'revy'
8

revy

inadequatedr
AI art "Lare : end of mission"
20

Lare : end of mission

zuzul
AI art 'Stealth-chan'
7

Stealth-chan

usagi77
AI art
30

Sans titre

ririfake
AI art "Yoko Littner (Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann)"
15

Yoko Littner (Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann)

riekko
AI art "Glory"
5

Glory

crn055-null2471
AI art
2

Sans titre

nemehun
AI art 'Call of Duty: MF - revisited' with user description 'Too bad there weren't girls in Call of Duty MW back then. I would definitely use this skin for them 🪖🌸😏'
8

Call of Duty: MF - revisited

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