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blackhairedstudent

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Hey guys if you like my work leave a like and follow, and if you really liked or have some tips for me to get better or even criticize leave a comment, i love reading them ❤️. Thanks for being here and have a nice fap

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."'

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Nagatoro Nightmare

AI art 'Altina Gangbang in pool' with user description 'The silver moonlight danced on the surface of the Thors Military Academy swimming pool, the water perfectly still until Altina Orion broke the surface. She was training in secret, her small frame cutting through the water with the mechanical precision she had been built for. As an Intelligence Division agent and a student, she felt the need to maintain peak physical conditioning, even at this late hour. The rhythmic splashing was the only sound in the silent gymnasium, at least until the heavy double doors at the far end creaked open.
A group of boys from the academy’s football team marched in, boisterous and smelling of grass and sweat. They had clearly just finished a late-night victory celebration and were looking to cool off. Altina froze, her pale skin shimmering under the water. She immediately moved toward the ladder, her stoic expression masking a sudden flare of social anxiety.
"Oh, look who’s here," the team captain called out, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. "It’s the little Black Rabbit. Training even at 1:00 AM, Altina? You’re making the rest of us look lazy."
"I was just finishing," Altina replied, her voice flat and monotone. "The pool is yours. Please excuse me."
As she reached for the railing to pull herself out, two of the boys stepped in her way, blocking her path with wide, playful grins. "Hey, now, don't be like that," one of them said, his eyes scanning her slim figure in the damp school swimsuit. "The water is huge. Why don't you stay? We can all play together. It’s been a long season, and we need to decompress."
"I do not believe 'playing' is a productive use of my scheduled rest period," Altina argued, though she didn't push past them. The boys began to jump into the pool around her, creating a chaotic churn of water that kept her pinned near the edge.
"Relax, Altina. It’s just a bit of fun," another boy said, drifting closer to her in the water. As they moved around her, the "play" became increasingly physical. In the crowded, splashing confusion, hands began to "slip" beneath the surface.
"Target confirmed... wait," Altina gasped as she felt a palm brush firmly against her breast. "That contact was outside the parameters of a standard game."
"Sorry, Altina! The water is just so slick," the boy laughed, though his hand didn't move away; instead, his fingers squeezed the soft curve through the fabric of her swimsuit. Another boy drifted behind her, his hands sliding down her waist and slipping between her thighs, his fingers grazing the sensitive folds of her pussy.
Altina’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat radiating from them despite the cool water. As the boys crowded in, she felt the unmistakable press of several hard, thick cocks straining against their swim trunks, bumping against her hips and legs. The physical sensation was overwhelming, sending a spark through her nervous system that she couldn't categorize as mere "data."
"Your heart rate is accelerating, Altina," one boy whispered into her ear, his hand now firmly cupping her crotch. "You like this, don't you?"
Altina looked around at the four boys surrounding her, her golden eyes wide. "I am experiencing a physiological reaction known as arousal," she stated with her usual clinical bluntness, though her cheeks were flushed crimson. "I have analyzed various documents regarding human reproduction and intimacy. I have always been curious about the practical application of these mechanics."
She looked directly at the captain. "Query: Do you wish to engage in sexual intercourse with me? I would like to know how the process functions firsthand."
The boys shared a stunned, predatory look before the captain grinned. "If you're asking, Altina, we'd be more than happy to show you exactly how it works."
The transition from curiosity to carnal chaos was instantaneous. The quiet gymnasium became a sanctuary of sighs, splashes, and the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. The boys took Altina to the edge of the pool, her small body dwarfed by their athletic frames. The experience was far more intense than any manual could describe.
The encounter escalated into a masterclass of multi-layered sensation. Altina found herself suspended between them, her body becoming a playground for their pent-up energy. She gasped in wide-eyed shock as she experienced the simultaneous fullness of double penetration, with one boy's thick member stretching her vaginal walls while another forced his way into her tight, virgin ass. The dual invasion was overwhelming, a cacophony of internal pressure that made her toes curl and her vision blur.
They rotated positions with athletic stamina, moving from the pool's edge to the tiled floor. Altina was passed between them, her mouth, pussy, and anus constantly occupied by their hard, pulsing cocks. She was filled repeatedly, experiencing the searing heat of anal and vaginal internal completions. By the end of the night, the stoic agent was a panting, trembling mess of spent nerves.'

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Altina Gangbang in pool

AI art 'Maomao Gangbang' with user description 'The tea in the official’s cup hadn't just been bitter; it had been lethal. In the delicate, treacherous ecosystem of the Rear Palace and the surrounding capital, Maomao was usually the one uncovering poisons, not administering them. However, when a high-ranking magistrate’s greed began to starve the very district that raised her—threatening the lives of the "sisters" at the Verdigris House and the old man who taught her the healing arts—Maomao’s pragmatism shifted into something far more clinical and cold.
The crime was meticulously planned. Maomao knew the properties of the *Datura* flower and the refined toxins of the pufferfish better than any court physician. She didn't seek a quick death for the magistrate; she sought a public, agonizing display of his own corruption. She had slipped into his manor under the guise of a wandering herbalist, her freckled face hidden by a commoner’s hood. With the steady hand of a surgeon, she had laced his private supply of "invigorating" tonics with a slow-acting neurotoxin that would mimic the symptoms of the very plague he had refused to fund the medicine for.
She was caught not because of a mistake in her chemistry, but because of a rare moment of lingering. She had paused to reclaim a specific, rare mortar and pestle—a tool from her father—and the magistrate’s elite guard, returning early from a patrol, found her in the private study. The official was already convulsing on the floor, his skin turning a sickly shade of grey. Maomao didn't struggle. She simply looked at the dying man with the same detached curiosity she used when dissecting a rare insect.
Because the magistrate was a cousin to the regional governor, the retribution was swift and designed to humiliate. Usually, a woman of her status would be sent to a labor camp or executed, but the governor, in a fit of sadistic creativity, declared her crime so "unnatural" and "aggressive" that she should be treated as a common male insurgent. There were no female facilities in this remote provincial outpost. Thus, Maomao was sentenced to the Black Iron Stockade—a sprawling, subterranean fortress that served as the region's only male prison.
The heavy iron doors groaned as they shut behind her, the sound echoing like a tombstone settling into place. Maomao was stripped of her herbalist robes and given a tattered, oversized tunic. As she was led down the damp, torch-lit corridors, the air changed. It became thick with the smell of unwashed bodies, stale grain, and the predatory heat of hundreds of men who hadn't seen a woman in years. The guards didn't put her in a private cell; they led her to the central block, where the most hardened criminals and the most bored wardens resided.
The "punishment" was understood without being spoken. In a place where men were reduced to animals, Maomao was the only scrap of humanity left to tear apart. She looked at the rows of iron bars, her cat-like eyes reflecting the flicker of the torches. She knew medicine, and she knew the human body—how it broke, how it bled, and how it sought release. As the first guard unlocked the communal gate and shoved her inside, the shadows moved.
The final descent into the abyss of the Black Iron Stockade was a cacophony of flesh and desperation that defied the laws of the Empire. Within hours of her arrival, the hierarchy of the prison had reoriented itself around her small, defiant frame. The guards and the inmates, usually separated by bars and bitterness, found a common, carnal purpose in her presence. Maomao was forced onto a rough wooden table in the center of the common room, her legs forced wide as a line of men—thieves, murderers, and the very wardens meant to watch them—vied for a turn. The air was filled with the rhythmic slapping of skin and the guttural grunts of dozens of men reaching their limits. She was passed from the calloused hands of a coal-thief to the iron grip of the lead jailer, her body used as a communal vessel for their collective lust. They took her in shifts, filling her mouth, her pussy, and her ass until she was slick with a layer of sweat and spent seed that coated her from head to toe. As one man finished, erupting deep inside her, two more were waiting to take his place, their gigantic, starved members demanding her attention. The apothecary’s daughter, who once spent her days measuring drops of poison, now found herself drowning in a sea of male heat, serving an endless cycle of convicts and captors in a relentless, exhausting gangbang that turned the prison floor into a slick, musk-filled arena of total violation.'

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Maomao Gangbang

AI art 'Ubel ❤️'

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Ubel ❤️

bian1981gt

459 seguidores • 79 seguindo

Still learning. Inclined to straight, no yaoi or yuri. Also learning to generate non-H photos for prompt practice. Sometimes doing raunchy tentacle stuff.

AI art 'Washing dirty laundry'

Washing dirty laundry

AI art 'Shopping spree'

Shopping spree

AI art 'Strolling'

Strolling

AI art 'Pin up girls collection #24'

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Pin up girls collection #24

peterco

2.606 seguidores • 303 seguindo

Just a dreamy romantic with a vivid imagination, hopelessly captivated by perfect curves, lost in the allure of areolas, and enchanted by a pudendal cleft 🙂 With a special fondness for cat ears and fluffy tails 😻 I react to all comments and follow all fellow creators back (sooner or later). Draw a catgirl and we will be friends too 😉 Let's make this site growing and thriving! 🙂

AI art '✨ A Girl in Greece' with user description 'Here is another memory preserved and, mostly, mixed with my imagination 😏 True story behind it:

This summer, I was on a one-day ship cruise in the Aegean Sea, third deck. I took photos and videos of a lot of random things like the sea, the foamy waves, the f*cking shore, the coves, the cliffs, the other boats or the awkwardly dancing fellow passengers and other sh*t. A few weeks later, when I was rewatching all our footage from that day, I noticed a girl there who was showing all those textbook signs, signals and nonverbal language cues: brief but repeated glances at me, a soft shy smile, a twirling of her hair with every turn of her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, fidgeting in my chair - yes, she even sat in my deckchair - but I noticed her, her eyes and the signs only when I paused, rewound and zoomed in on the footage. And the best part is that when I watched all the other videos afterwards, I realized that she had spotted me long before I had even noticed her sitting in my chair 🙈

So, yeah, besides the fact that I'm really short-sighted, I was so oblivious, dumb and dense, because I was so distracted by other girls, as some "discrete boob inspector", that I completely overlooked the cutest, sweetest girl (except she was also really busty), who might have been genuinely interested and was practically doing the “mating dance.”

The moral of the story is: how many of these subtle or even obvious signs I have overlooked, and walked past of years of potential connections, moments, conversations, dates, relationships, because, well, I am too blind, distracted or self-doubting to see what was right in front of me, literally sitting in my chair. The scariest thing now is realizing that this is probably my fucking pattern 😁'

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✨ A Girl in Greece

AI art '🌸 Just pussies, Vol. 2: Gentle touch' with user description 'Guilty as charged: I'm fascinated by 🌸🌸 I can't get fed up with them 😏'

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🌸 Just pussies, Vol. 2: Gentle touch

AI art '🌸 Just pussies, Vol. 1: Nothing to see here' with user description 'Yes, I have to confess that this little thing still fascinates me, no matter how many times I see it. Or draw it, over and over again, and I always get a unique shape and look and feel😏'

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🌸 Just pussies, Vol. 1: Nothing to see here

AI art '📖 Library, 7th Book' with user description 'Has she finished reading yet? 😁'

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📖 Library, 7th Book

octavian

2.405 seguidores • 36 seguindo

The future King of Interracial Hentai. Check out my 'Cyndel Vale needs money' series, just search her name in the explorer. I'm a huge anime and hentai fan. Definitely like to show love to the anime girls that don't get enough love! Drop me a comment or a like so I can get better. Thanks.

AI art "Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses"

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Anime's top silver-haired Goddesses

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Light and angle tests

AI art 'The musician's struggle - Ch 1' with user description 'My name is Mika Nakamura and I'm a struggling musician. I love the guitar and play everywhere I can and honestly...it sucks.

I remember what I had to do just to get on stage and play a gig last week. I don't mind sucking a cock to get ahead...it's part of the game, I guess, but I don't recommend one that's been in leather for 3 hours. Ugh.

*buzz*
Damnit, Eric is calling me again...third time this week. Why can't he take the hint? Yes, we had sex two weeks ago but I told that bastard not to get me pregnant and what does he do? Put my legs over my head and tries to breed me. That jerk is SO lucky I just started birth control that day, but the only thing he can go fuck is himself. No respect, no pussy....that's my motto.

*buzz*
Oh? Looks like I got a call that might be worth my while. Better get to bed; seems like I have a big week ahead.'

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The musician's struggle - Ch 1

AI art "Tamaki flares up"

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Tamaki flares up

raizu

394 seguidores • 9 seguindo

Long story writer. Mainly addressing pokephilia NFSW at the moment

AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART10]' with user description 'I wanted to see the difference between milotic and a guy. Someone looks like jealous hehe
The night have been pleasant :)'

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Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART10]

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

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]

AI art 'Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART8] / Fellatio'

Rosa and Milotic's secret [PART8] / Fellatio