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under covers

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AI art 'Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room'
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Frieren ❤️ Marin Purple Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Marin Dark Room Gangbang"
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Marin Dark Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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 'Momo Pink Room'
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Momo Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️"
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Devil Slut Nagatoro ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Shinobu Dark Room'
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Shinobu Dark Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Ruka ❤️'
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Ruka ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🚫No Horny🚫'
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🚫No Horny🚫

a_casual_prompter
AI art "Village favourite's normal sex"
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Village favourite's normal sex

zesoul
AI art 'Nagatoro Is Perfect ❤️' with user description '### The Confrontation The door to Black’s makeshift studio didn’t just open; it practically flew off its hinges, slamming against the drywall with a hollow thud that vibrated through the floorboards. There she stood. Hayase Nagatoro. Her usual playful, teasing smirk was entirely gone, replaced by a scowl so sharp it could cut glass. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, her shoulders tense, and her eyes glared with an absolute, unadulterated fury. She didn't offer a greeting. She just marched straight up to Black’s desk, her sneakers squeaking aggressively against the linoleum. "Black," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Man, I am so tired of the things you do to me." Black didn't even look up from his monitor at first. He just clicked a few times on his mouse, casually spinning around in his ergonomic chair with a lazy, unbothered expression. "Oh, look who decided to grace me with her presence. What's wrong, Nagatoro? Aren't the metrics looking good today?" "Shut up!" she snapped, slamming both hands down on his desk, leaning in so close he could see the sheer rage in her eyes. "Listen to me! You made me use every single part of my body just to get followers for you! Every single piece of content, every single prompt, every single absurd scenario! Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through because of your twisted little content farm?!" Black raised an eyebrow, leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head. "Hey, it's a tough market out there. Algorithmic engagement requires sacrifices. You're a star, kid. Stars gotta shine." "Shine?! Are you out of your mind?!" Nagatoro’s voice cracked with indignation. "My grandparents have all been dead for more than ten years, Black! All of them! Dead and buried! But you made me do *that* with the new husband of one of my grandmothers! Explain that logic to me! How does that even make sense?! It’s sick!" Black let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Hey, the audience loves a good taboo storyline. It's all about the drama, the shock value. Creative liberty, you know?" "Creative liberty?! You think this is a joke?!" Nagatoro’s face flushed a deep, angry crimson. She stomped her foot, her voice rising to a near-shriek as the memories of her recent assignments flashed through her mind. "You trapped me in a public restroom for a whole week! A whole week, Black! The smell, the dirt, the utter humiliation! For what?! A bunch of likes and retweets?!" "Hey, the 'trapped' trope is a goldmine for engagement," Black said, completely dismissive, a smug grin spreading across his face. "People love the suspense. Will she get out? Won't she? It builds tension." "And what about the last one, huh?!" Nagatoro roared, her hands trembling with rage. "I even did it with orcs! ORCS, Black! And orcs don't even exist in my universe! None! My world is a mundane, ordinary high school rom-com! Where the hell did you even find fantasy creatures?!" At the mention of the orcs, Black couldn't hold it in anymore. A loud, booming laugh erupted from his chest. He threw his head back, slapping his knee as he envisioned the sheer absurdity of the render. "Oh, come on!" Black laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. "The orc crossover was a masterpiece! A stroke of pure genius! You gotta admit, the contrast was hilarious!" "It wasn't hilarious!" Nagatoro screamed, completely mortified, her defensive walls crumbling into pure frustration. "Their disgusting thing was twice as big as me, and yet everything still fit inside me! It was mechanically impossible! It defied the laws of physics, anatomy, and common decency! I felt like I was being torn apart by a fantasy raid boss, and you were just sitting here laughing and counting your digital coins!" Black’s laughter slowly subsided into an amused chuckle, though he still looked incredibly entertained. "Look, look, I admit, that one was a bit extreme. But hey, it performed exceptionally well. The rendering quality on the green skin was top-tier." "I don't care about the rendering quality!" Nagatoro shouted, taking a deep breath to steady her shaking voice. She straightened up, glaring down at him with an ultimatum that carried the full weight of her exhaustion. "Anyway... now, I'm the one making the rules. Here is what's going to happen." Black blinked, his smile fading slightly. "Oh? An ultimatum? Let's hear it." "Now I want a set of 30 vanilla photos with me and Naoto," she demanded, her voice dropping into a firm, non-negotiable tone. "Just me and Senpai. No monsters, no public restrooms, no fake step-grandfathers. I want it to be a very loving atmosphere. And I want you to use close-ups very well to show how happy I am to be doing this. Or else you forget about me and i will never model for you anymore. ​"Yeah it's not like you have a choice in this... buuut We have a deal," Black nodded, leaning forward and opening a blank project file on his screen. "Thirty photos. You and Naoto. Pure vanilla. Lots of close-ups on your smile. ❤️'
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Nagatoro Is Perfect ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Bed time already?' with user description 'Who's invitation are you accepting? Sarah, Amber, Amelia, Yune, Anna, Scarlett, Hime, Ca'atan, Malika or........umm.... heard catgirls are all the rave now....what should we call her?'
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Bed time already?

barry915
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)'
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Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)

usagi77
AI art 'Miki Returns' with user description 'Miki wanders the street after receiving punishment at the hotel until she stumbles upon the apartment of her childhood friend'
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Miki Returns

doggomage
AI art '🎉 2K followers unlocked!' with user description 'Wow — 2,000 of you are now following along! This milestone feels like the right moment to pause, look back on the journey, and publish some pics I’ve never shared before 🙂'
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🎉 2K followers unlocked!

peterco
AI art 'Casting Mayuri' with user description '​The Official Casting Transcript: Mayuri Shiina ​Identity: Name, age, and job? "Tuturu~! Mayushii’s name is Mayuri Shiina! I’m 18 years old. I work part-time at 'May Queen Nyan-nyan' as a maid, but I’m also Lab Member 002! I’m the one who makes all the costumes for my friends!" ​Dreams: What do you want for your future? "Hmm... Mayushii just wants everyone to stay together forever. I want to see Okarin achieve his big dreams, and I want to find a star that belongs just to me. Oh, and I want to sew a costume so beautiful that it makes everyone gasp with joy!" ​Family: Do you want to get married and have children? "Ehh? Married? (She blushes deeply and giggles) I think being a bride would be like playing dress-up forever! If I found someone as kind as my grandmother was, I’d like to have a big, happy family. We could have picnics under the stars and eat lots of juicy karaage together every single day!" ​Hobbies: Do you play games or watch anime? "Oh, yes! Mayushii watches lots of anime! I really love Cardcaptor Sakura because the costumes are so, so pretty—I want to sew all of them! I also watch Sailor Moon with the other girls. As for games... I’m not very good at the 'shooting' ones like Daru-kun, but I play Animal Crossing on my handheld! It’s so peaceful to just pick fruit. Oh, and I play Project SEKAI too, but my fingers get all tangled on the hard songs!" ​Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Hmm, let’s see! My absolute favorite is Sakura Kinomoto—she’s so brave and her 'Release!' catchphrase is wonderful! I also really like Usagi Tsukino because she’s a bit of a crybaby like me, but she always protects her friends. In my games, I love Isabelle from Animal Crossing because she works so hard! And... I think Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist is so sweet. He’s like a big, warm hug!" ​Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I want to help the Lab! Okarin is always so worried about 'The Organization' and money for his inventions. I expect to take some very pretty pictures that make people feel warm and happy inside!" ​Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like hugs? "Hugs are a 10! A 100! Hugs are like a warm blanket for your soul. They make all the 'scary' things go away." ​Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'JUICY KARAAGE NO. 1!' If Mayushii says that, it means it's time for a snack break or I'm feeling a little bit overwhelmed and need a moment!" ​Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "High-def? Like the fancy cameras Daru-kun talks about? I hope I don't have any crumbs on my face from lunch! Please make sure my hat looks straight." ​Limits: Footjobs, golden showers, and scat? (She tilts her head, looking genuinely puzzled) "A 'footjob'? Is that a new kind of dance? Or maybe I'm helping someone put on their socks? That sounds like a helpful thing to do! But... 'golden showers'? Does that mean standing under a yellow umbrella in the rain? I don't want my costume to get soggy! And the last one... uwah, that sounds very icky! Mayushii likes things to be clean and sparkly like the stars." ​Intensity: Rough play or hair pulling? "Oh no, no! That would be very scary! You have to be very, very gentle with Mayushii, like you’re holding a tiny little Upa bird. If you're mean or rough, Mayushii might start to cry, and then Okarin will get really, really mad at you!" ​The Debut: Which act do you choose to start with? "Since it’s for art, I’ll agree to the 'Nude' poses. It’s a bit embarrassing to be without my clothes, but if the lighting is pretty and it helps my friends, I’ll do my best to stay very still. Tuturu~!" ​The First Set: "Stardust Vulnerability" ​Mayuri stands in the center of the studio, her blue dress and hat carefully folded on a stool nearby. She looks down at her bare body with a shy, curious smile, her hands hovering tentatively over her chest. The bright studio lights catch the soft, porcelain-like curves of her figure, casting gentle shadows that emphasize her innocence'
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Casting Mayuri

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
AI art "Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi"
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Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4A' with user description '<This post continues from the 3b “Accept her” decision> Yes, this was how it should be. Your mind was still fuzzy on the details, but that was just the normal morning grogginess surely. You knew this woman. She reached her hand out a little farther, fingers opened to intertwine with yours. You take her hand. Something changes about her. Like her face suddenly became clearer, or the sleep was finally falling from your eyes. “Yes, that’s right dear. Let me hold you until you feel better.” She pulls and you slide your body closer, more into the center of the bed. Her eyes feel like they are staring into your soul now. Her gaze strips away the brain fog, the fatigue, all the little aches and annoyances. Something wells up in you. At first, you think it must be love. A warm affection for your caring wife. You can feel your blood pumping faster. Your pulse quickens. A flight or fight response. Your body is screaming danger. But your mind is preaching calm. Her eyes win the debate. “What’s wrong darling?” She pulls her arm back but her eyes are wide with anticipation and her smile has stretched into a hungry grin. “Is it your nerves again? I think I know just the treatment…” She slinks out from under the covers with all the grace of a serpent cornering its prey. Her body straddles you and you find yourself unable to move from your position. Her thighs press against yours, skin softer than the bedsheets. Her hands grab your arms and press them down gently, and yet it is enough to keep you pinned. She leans forward, letting her body slide and shift against yours and her ample breasts press lightly against your chest. You try to speak, but she holds a finger to her lips and your mouth refuses to open. “Ssshhhh.” She whispers. “Just let go and relax. I’m in control now.” You hear the wind rustle through the leaves and the room begins to fill with the scent of the woods. Moist dirt, crisp misty air, minty herbs and rosy floral perfumes. Fallen leaves begin to litter the bed even though the windows are securely closed. “Don’t worry darling, I’m going to make you feel all better. I’ll take every last drop of worry and anxiety and fear and hope and joy until nothing is left except the pleasure and the pain.” She licks her lips in eager anticipation, and you can feel the panic rising in your chest, but… no matter what you do you can’t look away from her eyes. They draw you in, sap the rising panic from your muscles and keep you pinned in place. “Let’s get started~” She slides up and back, one hand reaching for your cock. Her touch is almost electrifying. Her grip is firm, strong enough to hurt just a bit, but not too tight. She guides the tip to her other hungry mouth and slides it in effortlessly and unceremoniously. Her warmth devours you. Squeezes you. This was something more than sex. Her entire body shivered as she finished pressing her hips down against you for the first time. The sensation was too much to bear. All the welling emotions felt like they were being drained from your body. You wanted to move, to try to take some control of the situation, but your arms felt more like lead with each passing second and your mind was rapidly losing grip on anything that wasn’t the feel of her most intimate touch. Even the room around you was shifting into impossible angles. The Woods had claimed this room in much the same way as she had claimed you. She shifted again, rising and thrusting her hips, bouncing her breasts, and sending a new wave of sensation through you. Every thrust she made felt like your mind was being run through a blender and whatever was left was being sucked out of you bit by bit. Pleasure and pain. Nothing else existed until she stopped. “Relax… we’ve got all the time in the world. And I’m going to savor every last drop of you~” < Ending C - Dream A Little Dream Of Me >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 4A

usagi77
AI art 'Hana' with user description 'On a previous post I tested a few styles on a character. MHA really stood out to me as very distinct, so I dropped the character in universe. Maybe some of you can try as well. Hero Name: Charm Weaver つきよみ はな 月読花 Tsukiyomi Hana Birthday: 10/30 Height: 167cm Quirk: Siren's Call Tsukiyomi Hana Siren's Call allows the user to emit vocalizations that subtly influence the emotions and desires of those who hear them. The Quirk manifests as an innate vocal charisma, with the user's voice possessing a mesmerizing quality. When activated intentionally, the user can fine-tune their voice to evoke specific, pre-determined emotional states in individuals or small groups, such as a desire for peace, a feeling of calm, or even a sense of attraction. This is not mind control, but rather a potent emotional suggestion.'
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Hana

barry915
AI art "My Kingdom for an Elf Girl"
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My Kingdom for an Elf Girl

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