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hand on another's neck

hand on another's neck

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AI art "From mermaid to maid."
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From mermaid to maid.

zuzul
AI art '1k likes! ❤️' with user description 'Today my Chun-Li post reached 1k likes, it's my first one to reach this milestone, so to celebrate this achievement I made a set focused on Chun-Li. Enjoy ❤️ Link to the post https://betterwaifu.com/pt-BR/post/xwdk7y0'
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1k likes! ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...' with user description 'No masks, no games. There’s only flesh against flesh. A raw and open conversation where honesty is the main rule. You get pleasure by giving pleasure. "No one is the master because no one is a slave"'
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In HornyTown cuteness left a long time ago...

warmicestudios
AI art "Psychedelic dream"
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Psychedelic dream

zuzul
AI art '3k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Hey guys, I reached 3k today... and I would like to thank all of you fappers (like me) for all the likes and the comments, I really love reading them... this 3k took me by surprise and I was not ready for it, so the set is kinda normal... I really hope you guys enjoy it.. and keep fapping and having fun... thank you ❤️.. 75 days ago I started my hentai creation journey... I started with Sakura, who I already mentioned was my first crush when I was 13 years old.. a few days later I learned how to do close-ups with the "fruit" post featuring Fern.. and I learned a bit about more dynamic angles that are different from the normal ones.. right after that, I made my first post with Nagatoro, which to me is my best one.. from then on, I created this idea in my mind that I had to make a set for every girl from Danganronpa (that was the time I had the most fun), my creativity was great. When I reached 1k I was truly happy.. that was when I really was proud of my work, as silly as it seems. Nowadays I know that my work is good, but I feel like it is becoming more generic, it's almost a copy-and-paste from one set to another.. I still have fun, but not like before.. but as long as I keep fapping I will make sure to bring my posts to you so you guys can fap (or just admire) too.. that's it guys, love you all, and to the guys at the top.. I am coming for you.'
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3k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

herlin
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chainny
AI art "[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office Lady's after work party continues 2 [part 2]"
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[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office Lady's after work party continues 2 [part 2]

salazar01
AI art 'Steins;Gate' with user description 'Part I: The Observer Effect ​The Organization’s trap was subtle: a single bed in a cramped Akihabara hotel. I, Hououin Kyouma, was relegated to the floor, my lab coat a meager shield against the cold. Sleep was impossible; every time I drifted off, Kurisu’s chaotic sleeping posture snapped me back. Her heels struck my jaw, and her shins found my ribs with a precision that felt like a localized spatial distortion. ​Finally, a heavy strike to my nose sent stars dancing across my vision. I stood up, fuming, ready to lecture the "Assistant" on basic human boundaries. But the moonlight caught her in a way that silenced my pride. She was flushed, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate hitches. Her hand was buried deep in her shorts, moving with a frantic urgency. The genius girl was lost in a dream of her own making, her hips rocking against her own palm in a raw display of honesty. ​The sight hit me like a physical blow. My blood turned to molten lead, rushing south with a pressure that threatened to burst my very veins. If she could be this uninhibited, this real in the dead of night, then I would match her intensity. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my member—a monstrously large, pulsing monolith that stood dark and heavy in the pale light. I began to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her trembling form. ​Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The silence was absolute. She stared directly at me—and then at the sheer, impossible scale of what I was holding. ​"OKABE! YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE, DEGENERATE, SEAMY PERVERT!" she shrieked, her face turning a color that defied the laws of optics. "What is that?! Why is it so huge?! Were you actually standing there, watching me, with... with that thing out?! I knew it! You’re a stain on the scientific community!" ​I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning. "Assistant! I can explain! It’s a biological response to your physical assault!" But she didn't look away. Her anger was masking a dark, rising curiosity. The experiment took an irreversible turn. ​Part II: The Subjective Reality ​I was frozen as Kurisu reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the velvet-soft heat of me. "How is this possible?" she breathed. Before I could answer, she leaned in, her red hair cascading over my thighs. She plunged her head down, gagging as she fought to master the intrusion. I watched, my jaw tight, as she swallowed the entire length, her throat working against the sheer bulk of me until I hit the very back. ​When she pulled back, gasping, she stripped and straddled me. She pressed her small, pale foot against my length to measure; I was visibly longer than her foot. She teased me with her soles, driving my arousal into a fever pitch, before she guided my tip to her entrance and sank down. ​The fullness was absolute. As she pushed down with a surreal energy, I looked down at her lower abdomen—my eyes widened as I saw the distinct protrusion of my own shape through her skin. It was a sight of total, beautiful corruption. The friction was too much; I surged, flooding her with a hot, heavy release. ​"Again," she pleaded, her voice a ragged rasp. "I want to be filled... everywhere." ​I watched her turn, offering her smaller, tighter port. When I entered her anus, it was a searing, pressurized conquest. I filled her until she felt like she would burst, her body molding to my staggering girth. Finally, she moved back to my face. ​She took me into her throat one last time, welcoming the suffocation. I pushed deep, my hand wrapping around her neck to feel the vibration of her breath. I could feel the head of my penis deep in her gullet, a sensation of ultimate depth and power. I fired a final, violent torrent so powerful it overflowed, spilling from her mouth and nose in a white, messy eclipse of her dignity. ​Part III: The Resultant (Makise Kurisu’s Perspective) ​My brain was offline. The logical, cynical Makise Kurisu had been replaced by something raw and starving. Taking him behind... it felt like being split open from the inside out. It was a tight, searing fullness that made my vision spark. When he released inside me there, it felt like a heavy, internal brand—a mark of ownership that went deeper than skin. ​But the throat... that was the final test. When I took him in that last time, I felt his hand on my neck, grounding me as he pushed deep. I felt the stretch, the suffocating, wonderful pressure of him filling my windpipe. I didn't care about the air. I only cared about the moment he broke. ​The taste, the heat, the sheer volume of him hitting the back of my throat was overwhelming. I felt it rising, overflowing, a literal flood that I couldn't contain. It felt like I was being drowned in him, and I loved every terrifying second of it. ​Now, I can’t move. My limbs feel like lead, and my skin is humming with a dull, blissful ache. I’m covered in the evidence of our madness, too weak to even reach for a towel. I look at Okabe—my "Mad Scientist"—and I feel a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.'
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Steins;Gate

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2k followers - Unreleased images' with user description 'Thank you all for hitting 2,000 followers! in celebration, i'm releasing some of my shots since i started. #1 is the first prompt I ever did. #2 is the first render of the Vale Sisters #3 - #9 are unreleased original characters #10 - #19 are character prompts unused #20 - #26 Unreleased sex poses #29 most recent prompt'
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2k followers - Unreleased images

octavian
AI art 'Compromising Positions' with user description 'Sometimes, you just can’t wait.'
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Compromising Positions

usagi77
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beto91
AI art "Captain Nemesis is CRAZY"
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Captain Nemesis is CRAZY

octavian
AI art 'Mitsuri vacation' with user description 'As you approach the beach, Mitsuri notices your presence and turns to face you, her ample bosom jiggling slightly from the motion. She smiles warmly at you. -Hey there handsome, i couldn't help but notice you from across the beach. Care to join me for a drink back at my hotel room? I promise I don't bite...unless you're into that sort of thing. She give you a flirtatious wink, bit her lower lip enticingly, look up at you through my long lashes invitingly, her hand sliding down to hook a thumb in her bikini bottoms teasingly. What do you say, stud? Wanna have some fun with little ol' me?'
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Mitsuri vacation

mule12
AI art 'One sorority'
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One sorority

onepiecer
AI art 'Asahina in pool ❤️'
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Asahina in pool ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Kaede Casting' with user description 'The air in the private library was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold, metallic precision that defined Byakuya Togami’s presence. Kaede Akamatsu sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers twitching as if she were trying to find a melody in the suffocating silence. Across from her, Byakuya sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He didn't look like a man discussing music; he looked like a man finalizing a hostile takeover. "One hundred thousand seats, Akamatsu," Byakuya began, his voice a smooth, aristocratic hum. "The stadium is already sold out. The global broadcast rights alone have exceeded the GDP of a small nation. This is the moment the world stops being a collection of individuals and becomes your audience. You will be the first pianist in human history to command such a crowd. It is a pinnacle that even someone of my standing acknowledges as... significant." Kaede’s eyes shimmered with a mix of awe and terror. "A hundred thousand... I can’t even imagine that many hearts beating at once. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, Byakuya. To bring people together through music, to make them smile... it’s my only dream." "Then you understand the necessity of the 'Platinum Tier' investors," Byakuya said, leaning back and crossing his legs with a graceful, cold efficiency. "To organize an event of this magnitude requires capital that even the Togami Heritage Foundation does not simply throw away. I have secured twenty high-profile investors. They are men of immense power and equally immense... appetites. They are the ones who have made this stadium possible." Kaede tilted her head, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "Investors? Well, of course. I’ll be happy to meet them and play a private piece after the show." "You misunderstand," Byakuya interrupted, his gaze piercing through her. "They don't want to hear you play. They want to experience the Ultimate Pianist in a more... tactile fashion. The agreement is simple: before the performance, during the intermission, and for the duration of the after-party, you will belong to them. They will use your body in every way they see fit. Orally, vaginally, and anal—you will be a vessel for their recreation. Furthermore, you are required to maintain that hopeful smile of yours throughout every encounter. If the cameras or the investors detect even a hint of reluctance, the broadcast is cut, and you will be sued for breach of contract until you are destitute." Kaede’s breath hitched, her face draining of color. She stood up abruptly. "You’re talking about me being a sex slave! To twenty strangers? I’m an artist, Byakuya! My body isn't a commodity you can just trade for a venue!" "Everything is a commodity, Akamatsu. Especially your 'art,'" Byakuya countered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be so dramatic. It’s a simple transaction. You claim you want to make the world smile? You claim you would do anything for your audience? Well, this is the 'anything.' If you refuse, you are proving that your convictions are shallow. You would deny a hundred thousand people the chance to hear your music simply because you are too 'refined' to let a few men find satisfaction in your flesh?" He stood up, walking slowly toward her until he was looking down at her, his presence cold and immovable. "Think of the scale. Think of the legacy. For hours, you will be used. You will be stretched and filled in every orifice, hammered into the dirt by men who treat you like a communal toy. It will be degrading. But when you walk out onto that stage, you will be the most famous woman on the planet. Your music will reach every corner of the earth. Is your pride truly worth more than the happiness of a hundred thousand souls?" Kaede looked down at her hands—the hands she had used to play Mozart and Beethoven. She pictured the absolute humiliation of being passed from man to man like a piece of equipment. She imagined the sensation of being filled by strangers, of her dignity being stripped away while she was forced to beam with a synthetic joy. But then, she heard it. In her mind, she heard the roar of the stadium. She saw the faces of the people who needed her music to survive. "If I do this..." Kaede whispered, her voice trembling but gaining a sharp edge. "If I let them do those things... you promise the music will reach everyone? No interruptions?" "The Togami word is absolute," Byakuya replied. "You provide the service, I provide the stage. The world will hear you, provided you can keep your mouth turned upward while it is being occupied." Kaede took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the weight of the choice settling into her bones, a cold sacrifice for a beautiful end. She looked up at Byakuya, her eyes wet but determined. She forced her lips to curl, slowly and painfully, into a wide, radiant smile. "Then tell them I accept," Kaede said, her voice clear.'
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Kaede Casting

blackhairedstudent
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 'That girl from the example (26)'
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That girl from the example (26)

freemanlac
AI art 'Gangnami' with user description 'The steam in the Thousand Sunny’s bathhouse was so thick it felt like a heavy curtain, sealing the two women away from the rest of the world. Nami slid deeper into the hot water, letting out a long sigh that carried two years of secrets gathered during the time the crew was apart. "Robin... there was a night, during my training on Weatheria, when I had to head down to a vibrant port island in the South Blue," Nami began, her voice dropping to a low, husky hum against the tiles. "I was exhausted from studying the weather, and I needed something... visceral. Something to make me forget the clouds for a while." Robin tilted her head, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, maintaining her calm and attentive gaze. "An expedition to relieve the tension, Navigator-san?" "Exactly," Nami smirked, closing her eyes as the memory surged forward in vivid color. "I walked into the rowdiest tavern on the docks. The place smelled of smoke, sweat, and raw testosterone. I didn't want to be the 'Cat Burglar' that night; I wanted to be the center of attention for every man in that room. I climbed onto the scarred wooden bar, kicked the ale mugs aside, and announced that anyone who thought they were man enough could try their luck with me." Robin let out a short, elegant laugh. "A declaration of war on the senses. I imagine diplomacy was not their first option." "Not at all. It was a beautiful, chaotic storm," Nami continued, her hands tracing her own curves beneath the water. "They swarmed me. It was a massive, completely consensual gangbang orchestrated entirely by me. I was the one in command, calling them over, pulling them by their hair. They took me in every way you could imagine—on the tables, on the sawdust-covered floor, pinned against the stone walls. I had men in front of me, behind me, and others waiting hungrily to fill every space that was left vacant." Nami’s voice hitched for a second, the flush on her face deepening. "There was a moment, Robin... a massive dockworker grabbed a cold glass bottle from the bar. While another man was buried deep in my's asshole, driving into me with a force that made my teeth chatter, they slid that freezing bottle inside my pussy. The contrast of the icy glass against the burning heat of the man behind me was... indescribable. I was screaming, but it wasn't from pain. It was because I was being stretched and filled from all sides, and I loved every second of it." "A fascinating duality of sensations," Robin commented, her eyes glinting with a dark curiosity. "To feel ice and fire simultaneously while being the focus of a crowd... you’ve always been excellent at managing multiple fronts of pressure, Nami-san." "I peaked so many times I lost count," Nami admitted, her breath heavy. "And at the end, I wanted a finale that matched the intensity. They took a massive pewter mug, the kind that holds liters of grog. Every man who participated, every man who watched... they all came into that mug until it was filled to the brim with thick, frothy cum. And right there, in the middle of the bar, completely naked and covered in the evidence of everyone there, I drank the entire thing. Every last drop." Robin smiled, an expression of pure amusement and admiration. "A poetic grand finale. To consume the very essence of everyone you commanded that night... you didn't just survive the storm, Navigator-san; you swallowed it whole." Nami relaxed against the rim of the tub, a triumphant smile on her lips. "It was the best night of those two years. Sometimes, when the sea is too calm, I can still taste that victory."'
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Gangnami

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