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AI art "Strip Poker After Hours With Miki"
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Strip Poker After Hours With Miki

doggomage
AI art 'Lili Slut ❤️'
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Lili Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Chie in Monokuma Day ep1' with user description 'Chie's Story I still can't believe I actually agreed to this. When the "Monokuma Day" challenge was first presented to me, my immediate instinct was to reject it out of hand. But the financial incentive was just too significant to ignore. My family had been facing some unexpected financial hurdles, and more than that, I had been eyeing an incredibly expensive, top-of-the-line police training that I knew I could never afford on my own. To secure that future and help out at home, I decided I could endure one highly unusual day of having my life documented by a cameraman named Black. My alarm blared at 5:00 AM, cutting. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, gonne to the kitchen sat up, and hugged Muku (my dog). "It's going to be a weird day, boy," I whispered into his fur. Before the sun was even up, it was time for my standard routine. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups and 100 squats.. its funny how my hair started to fall after doing it, i focused heavily on my form to keep my mind off the camera lens tracking my movements. Afterward, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. But Black had to come with me and snapped a photo "Hey! Keep the camera angled up, alright?" After a quick breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed to school. Because of the strict school rules, Black had to stay back and couldn't follow me into the classroom. When the final bell rang, I met up with Yukiko, hoping we could head down to the Samegawa River to train together like we usually do. But Yukiko explained that the family inn was completely booked and she had to head straight back to help out. Black and I headed down to the riverbank. I wanted to make the most of the filming, so I turned to Black and asked him to capture a photo of a new high-kick variation I had been practicing. "Hey, when you edit this later, can you add some special effects? Like, a glowing green background and some light shining around my feet and fists? It would look so cool!" After practicing my kicks for over an hour, exhaustion finally caught up with me, my stomach let out a massive growl. I looked at Black, completely unashamed about my appetite, "Alright, I worked hard. You owe me some steak for this!" To my delight, he actually agreed. When we finally arrived back at my place, Black signaled that the most important part of the show was beginning and asked me to undress. My heart started hammering against my ribs. I did it slowly, my hands trembling as I stepped out of my clothes until I was left standing there in just my pink underwear. Despite how nervous I was, I couldn't deny that I i found him attractive.. When he asked me to remove my pink panties and show the camera, he noticed the fabric was a little dirty. I practically died of embarrassment on the spot. "I-I've been wearing this since six in the morning!" I stammered defensively, blushing furiously. "I was running around, training in the dirt, and sweating all afternoon! Of course it's not pristine!" Desperate for a timeout, I told him I needed to pee and take another shower to get properly clean for him. While I was in the bathroom pissing, the door suddenly opened. I froze, my face turning crimson as Black walked right in dick hard in hand. The sheer boldness of it caught me completely off guard, but the proximity stirred a sudden, intense thrill. Even though I was incredibly timid, I found myself leaning into the encounter, giving him a heated, passionate oral preview right there. I thoroughly enjoyed the rush of it, but after a moment, I looked up at him breathlessly and pleaded, "Please... don't ejaculate yet. Wait for me." He agreed, and I spent a little over an hour in the bathroom meticulously washing up, and painting my nails. When I finally stepped back into the bedroom, I was wearing an almost transparent black babydoll nightgown, my fingernails and toenails newly painted in black. Black immediately looked down and asked why I had gone through the trouble of painting them. I looked away, rubbing the back of my neck with a thoroughly girly, embarrassed excuse. "Well, you know... I just wanted to look nice for the camera. Besides, I know some of your audience—and I know you too—happen to really love beautiful and cared feet" (I am secretly proud of how mine looks, they are very feminine) Noticing how neat they looked against the dark polish, Black asked me to pose for some close-up photos of my feet. I did it very proudly and with the face covered in red.. From that point on, the camera rolled as we spent the rest of the night together, i gave him a flowjob, them he took me from behind, leaving me making expressions and sounds I didn't even know I was capable of. After he filled two of my holes i gave him a blowjob so that he could fill the third. By the time the final close-up photos were taken and the camera finally powered down, I was thoroughly spent, sore, and lying back against the pillows in a state of absolute, exhausted satisfaction'
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Chie in Monokuma Day ep1

blackhairedstudent
AI art '💎 The last credits' with user description 'No credits, no fun... I need credits urgently, have mercy, please 🙏 @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf (The truth is I got a pack of credits just to draw these pictures 😁)'
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💎 The last credits

peterco
AI art '⭕ Ring' with user description 'Once, there was a horror movie, Ring, remake of Japanese horror...'
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⭕ Ring

peterco
AI art "Ellie's day out"
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Ellie's day out

zesoul
AI art 'Yoko Captured' with user description 'Yoko Littner – Chains of Defiance The ambush was ruthless. Rogue Beastmen loyalists overwhelmed Yoko’s recon patrol in the badlands. She downed two Gunmen with flawless shots, but an EMP and numbers took her down. Adult Yoko—early twenties, full curves and battle-hardened muscle—woke chained in a damp dungeon beneath an old fortress. Arms stretched high above her head to a ceiling ring, she balanced on her toes. Her bikini top hung shredded, heavy breasts bare; shorts ripped open. Torchlight danced on her sweat-glistened skin. Four elite Beastmen entered, feral and muscular. The lion leader grinned. “Yoko Littner. No Gurren to save you. We’ll break you.” “Touch me and you die,” she snarled, golden eyes defiant, already scanning the room—weak links in chains, dropped weapons, their positions. They started with her mouth. The lion grabbed her red hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. “Deep throat every one of us, sniper bitch.” She glared but opened, taking him to the hilt as he fucked her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin while the others stroked themselves. One by one they took turns: the wolf-type thrusting deep, making her gag; the bear-type stretching her jaw with his girth; the last pinning her head as he used her mouth roughly. All the while Yoko’s mind raced, eyes flicking for escape. No immediate slack in the manacles. They kept vigilant, no openings yet. Satisfied with her oral service, they moved lower. The wolf ripped away the last fabric and slammed into her pussy from behind, stretching her tight walls brutally. Yoko gasped around the lion’s cock still in her mouth. They rotated, pounding her cunt mercilessly—each thrust lifting her off her toes, breasts bouncing wildly. Clawed hands mauled her tits, pinched nipples, rubbed her clit. Cum began dripping down her thighs as they filled her again and again. She kept searching for weakness, flexing wrists subtly, but they stayed alert, laughing at her muffled defiance. Hours of relentless gangbanging left her body trembling, pussy overflowing with beastly seed. Still no opening. So Yoko shifted strategy. She let real tears well up—hot, desperate sobs breaking through her moans. Shoulders shaking, she cried in apparent pain and despair, voice cracking. “Please… stop… I can’t…” The Beastmen saw her broken tears and grinned wider. “Look at her cry! The mighty Yoko’s finally cracking!” Aroused by her vulnerability, they fucked her even harder. The lion slammed into her throat deeper while the wolf railed her cunt with savage force. They growled in extreme ecstasy, eyes rolling, grips loosening as pleasure overtook them. Their guard dropped completely in the throes of climax—the lion’s hips stuttering, the others panting, focused only on using her body. That was her plan. The crying had been calculated from the start. In that instant of extreme êxtase, Yoko struck. She bit down hard on the lion’s cock. He howled in agony, pulling back. With a surge of adrenaline, she twisted her wrists—the loosened manacles from their rough handling gave just enough slack. Her hidden garrote wire from her hair tie whipped around the wolf’s throat, slicing deep as she swung her legs up in a scissor lock on the bear’s neck, snapping it with trained precision. Chaos exploded. The lion clutched his bleeding groin. Yoko dropped, using the dangling chain as a whip to lash the third Beastman’s eyes, blinding him. She snatched the wolf’s fallen knife and drove it under his ribs, twisting viciously. Blood sprayed across her naked, cum-drenched body. The lion lunged blindly; she rolled, stabbing upward into his thigh then slashing his throat in one fluid motion. The last Beastman scrambled for the door, but Yoko looped a chain around his ankle, yanked him down, and stabbed repeatedly until he stilled. Panting, covered in blood, sweat, and thick enemy seed, Yoko freed her other wrist. Legs shaky, she wiped herself roughly with torn cloth, grabbed her damaged but functional rifle from a corner locker, and reloaded. Alarms blared, but she slipped into the corridors like the sniper she was—silent, lethal. Distant explosions soon signaled Simon and the others’ arrival. Yoko emerged from the shadows, battered yet victorious, a fierce grin on her flushed face. “Miss me?” she called hoarsely, spirit unbroken. Team Dai-Gurren’s flame could never be extinguished.'
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Yoko Captured

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Ankha as inspired by YOU!"
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Ankha as inspired by YOU!

terror2
AI art 'Alone with your bully'
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Alone with your bully

rawbrush09
AI art 'EP.6 Missing Momo!!' with user description 'I'm back with another chapter. I had super fun while creating it... enjoy! Tell me what you think or suggests if you would like to do so! Story: Momo moved cautiously through the dusty rooms of the abandoned building. She was there to find a golden ball hidden somewhere inside. Scene 1 A cold shiver ran down her spine. She turned quickly and saw a tall masked man silently watching her from the end of the corridor. “Shit…!” Momo started running, but the man was faster. When she reached a locked door, he caught up to her. She immediately tried to use her psychic powers, but nothing happened. The man grabbed her roughly, twisting her arms behind her back. “Stay still.” Momo felt thick ropes tighten around her wrists and then around her chest, squeezing her breasts tightly. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Scene 2 The man lifted her effortlessly and bound her ankles as well, hanging her from the ceiling. Momo swung helplessly, her face red with a bored rage. “I know why you’re here,” he said calmly. “The golden ball. Help me find it and I’ll let you go.” Momo glared at him with pure hatred. “Go fuck yourself.” The man sighed and left her hanging there in silence for several minutes. Scene 3 He eventually took her down, stripped her completely naked except for her black stockings, and tied her wrists behind her back again. He wrapped more ropes tightly around her breasts, making them bulge. Dragging her by the hair, he pulled her out of the room. “Last friendly warning,” he growled. “Tell me where the ball is or things are going to get very unpleasant.” Momo spat on the floor. “I’m not telling you shit.” Scene 4 The man forced her down to her knees, gripping her head with both hands. Without hesitation, he shoved his thick, hard cock into her mouth and began fucking her face violently. Momo made choked, wet sounds as he thrust deep into her throat. Why… why can’t I fight back? she thought. After several brutal minutes, he came hard, flooding her mouth until thick cum overflowed from her nose. Momo coughed violently, semen dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Scene 5 “Still refusing to cooperate?” he asked. Momo, voice hoarse, answered: “Fuck you.” The man forced a ring gag into her mouth, keeping it wide open. He turned her around, tied a rope to her torso and pulled her up until she was on her tiptoes. He slowly removed her stockings, smelled them with clear pleasure, then spread her ass and thrust into her roughly, fucking her hard while she moaned through the gag. Scene 6 He didn’t finish inside her. Instead, he turned her back around, made her kneel again, and used her open mouth through the ring gag, fucking her face aggressively until he exploded once more, filling her throat with another heavy load. Scene 7 Momo was exhausted and trembling. Despite everything, an unwanted heat was building between her legs. The man flipped her onto all fours and fucked her deeply one last time, making her moan loudly through the ring gag with every thrust. When he finally came inside her with a deep grunt, Momo broke. “…Fine,” she gasped. “I’ll help you. I already found it… I threw it away while you were chasing me.” Scene 8 The man untied her, removed the ring gag, and made her lead him to the golden ball. As soon as he had it in his hands, his attitude changed completely. He quickly tied her up again, this time with strong packing tape. He hogtied her tightly, stuffed her own used stockings deep into her mouth, and sealed it shut with the tape. He also blindfolded her with the same tape. Before leaving, he placed a note with a large “M” written on it beside her. Momo lay there, covered in cum, bound and helpless, angrily mumbling into her gag. "As soon as I get free… I’m going to kill you." A few minutes later, she felt her powers return. With a single thought, she shattered the tape and freed herself. Even though she was furious, Momo couldn’t deny the strange, deep excitement she had felt during the ordeal — something she had never experienced before. Now she, like all his other victims, would hunt anyone who left that “M” behind.'
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EP.6 Missing Momo!!

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alexloke97
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traders
AI art 'Mukuro Casting' with user description 'The air in the bedroom was cloying, smelling of strawberry-scented air freshener and old, festering grief. Mukuro Ikusaba lay on a frilly, pink duvet, her limbs as heavy as lead. She had been captured during a routine sweep; she hadn't expected a localized EMP trap and a high-grade neurotoxin dart hidden in a common mailbox. It was a sloppy mistake for the Ultimate Soldier, but even she hadn't accounted for the suicidal desperation of a man with nothing left to lose. The father stood over her, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with a terrifying, manic hope. Beside him stood his son, who looked at Mukuro with a mixture of loathing and hollow obedience. "This was my daughter’s room," the father whispered, gesturing to the stuffed animals lining the shelves. "She died in the blast you set. You erased her future. So, you’re going to give it back. You’re going to stay in this room, and you’re going to give me another daughter. You’ll stay alive until she’s born and celebrates her first birthday. Until then, you’re just a vessel." He leaned down, his voice trembling. "I’ve given you a high-dose muscular relaxant. You can’t fight. You’ll feel every moment of what comes next, but you won't be able to lift a finger to stop us." For nine months, the pink room became a sensory prison. Mukuro lived in a state of chemical paralysis, her body forced to endure the relentless, grief-fueled assaults of the father and the quiet, bitter turns taken by the son. She watched her own body change, her abdomen swelling with a life she never asked for. Even as her belly became a massive, taut curve that made every breath a struggle, they didn't stop. They treated her like a communal womb, their lust fueled by the twisted logic of replacing the dead. The father’s face was a mask of jagged, weeping lines as he leaned over Mukuro’s paralyzed form during the final weeks of her confinement. He didn’t touch her with lust; he touched her with a cold, possessive resentment, his hand pressing firmly against her distended navel. "How many, Mukuro?" he whispered, his breath smelling of bitter coffee and despair. "How many children were in that elementary school when you triggered the blast? Did you hear them? Did you hear the sound of the future being snuffed out in a single second? My daughter had a lead role in the spring play. She was supposed to be a princess. Now she's just ash in a jar on my mantel." Mukuro’s eyes were fixed on the ceiling, the muscular relaxant keeping her a silent witness to his breakdown. "You think this is a punishment?" the father continued, his voice cracking as he unbuckled his belt for the sixth time that day. "This is a mercy. You killed a world, so I’m making you build a new one. But don't think for a second that this makes us even. You deserve worse than this. You deserve to be used until your bones turn to dust. You deserve to be nothing more than a hole that never closes, a vessel that never empties. Every time my son and I take turns on you, I imagine I’m reclaiming a piece of the life you stole." He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "My son hates you even more than I do. He doesn't see a girl; he sees the monster that took his sister. When he's inside you, he isn't looking for pleasure. He's looking for revenge. And I’m going to make sure he gets it, every single day, until that baby girl is born and we finally have our family back." Then, the door didn't open for a feeding—it exploded. Junko Enoshima stepped over the charred remains of the father and son, her heels clicking on the pink carpet. She looked down at Mukuro, who lay there with her nine-month belly exposed, her eyes tracking her sister with a flicker of recognition. "Hey, Sis! Wow, look at you," Junko chirped, poking Mukuro’s stomach with a manicured finger. "You’ve really grown into the role of 'Traumatized Broodmother.' It’s such a look! I was actually going to bust you out on day one, you know? But then I heard that guy’s plan through the hidden mics, and I thought it would be just *delicious* to be an auntie!" Mukuro’s voice was a dry, unused rasp as the relaxant finally began to wear off. "You... you could have saved me months ago. After I got pregnant... why did you wait?" Junko let out a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, Mukuro! I was just dying to see how long that man's despair could actually last! I mean, watching him try to replace a dead kid with a new one while staying totally obsessed with using you? Pure art! I had to see the limit of his desperation. He really leaned into that whole 'you deserve worse' angle—it was so dramatic, so cliché, so *perfectly* despair-inducing!" She leaned in, a mischievous smirk on her face. "Besides, I figured your pussy must be absolutely legendary for them to keep coming back for more! I mean, they fucked you more than five times every single day for nine months straight! That’s over thirteen hundred sessions, Sis! If your pussy is that tasty, I couldn't just cut the 'buffet' line short, right?'
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Mukuro Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Green Means Go"
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Green Means Go

thoughtzi
AI art "Noelle silva"
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Noelle silva

akalihhh
AI art "Full Rin set"
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Full Rin set

pancakelover
AI art 'Hot Spring Fun' with user description 'The steam rose in thick, opaque clouds from the surface of the natural hot spring, clinging to the jagged rock walls of the secluded outdoor bath. Momo Ayase stood at the edge of the water, her heart thumping against her ribs. She was used to dealing with the supernatural and the bizarre, but the heavy, expectant atmosphere here was a different kind of intensity. She let her towel slip to the mossy ground, her 18-year-old frame glowing under the soft, amber glow of the lanterns. The Casting Transcript: Momo Ayase (The Spiritual Medium) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "Momo Ayase. I’m 18, and I’m a high school student... though most of my time is spent dealing with spirits, aliens, and keeping my idiot friend out of trouble. I guess you could say I’m a medium in training." 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "I want to find someone who’s actually cool, like Ken Takakura! But more than that, I want to feel like I’m in control of my own life. I want to experience things that are so intense, they make all the ghost-hunting stuff look like a walk in the park." 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I’m a huge fan of classic cinema! Anything with Ken Takakura is a masterpiece to me. I also play a bit of Persona 5 because the style is so cool. As for anime, I’ve been watching Dandadan lately—it’s weirdly relatable." 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Obviously Ken Takakura! But I also like Nami from One Piece—she’s tough, smart, and knows how to handle herself in a world full of monsters." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I’m tired of being the one who’s always being chased or protected. I want to be the center of attention in a way that’s completely overwhelming. I want to see if my spiritual energy can handle a total physical takeover. I expect to be pushed to my absolute limit." 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "It’s a 9. I have a lot of repressed energy, and when I finally let it go, it’s like an explosion. I want to feel every bit of it." 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'EXORCISM.' If I say that, the spirits have won and we stop immediately." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "Yes. Capture it in 8K. I want to see the steam on my skin and the look in my eyes when I finally lose it." 9. The Agreement: Describe the "Onsen Ruination"? "I want to be in the hot spring. I want to be surrounded by men who are the opposite of 'cool'—fat, ugly men who look like the monsters I fight every day. I want a Gangbang where they take turns filling me Vaginally and Anally while the hot water splashes around us. I want to be left totally ruined." The Scene: "The Medium’s Total Forfeit" Momo waded into the scorching water, her breath hitching as the heat hit her skin. Emerging from the steam were the men she had requested—massive, sweating, and physically repulsive. They surrounded her, their shadows looming over her delicate form. The scene was a chaotic blur of steam and flesh. Momo was pulled into the center of the group, her 18-year-old body a stark contrast to the rolls of fat and coarse skin pressing against her. The first man claimed her Vaginally, his weight pinning her against the smooth rocks of the pool. Momo let out a sharp cry, her psychic auras flickering as she felt the raw, unrefined power of his intrusion. It quickly escalated into a total Gangbang. While one man occupied her front, another moved to her Anal depth, the double penetration stretching her to the brink. More men lined up, their heavy hands roaming over her as they waited their turn. Momo was being handled like a ritual offering, her head lolling back as she took one massive member after another. As the climax hit, the water around her turned cloudy. She was hit with a barrage of Creampies, her womb and rear being filled to overflowing by the group. The heat of the water mixed with the warmth of their tributes, creating an unbearable, euphoric weight inside her. When the men finally retreated back into the steam, Momo was left floating in the shallow water. She was completely gaped, both her pussy and her rear wide and pulsing, unable to close after the massive scale of the encounter. White fluid leaked out of her and drifted into the clear spring water. She lay there, her hair matted and her eyes glazed, looking like a shattered doll. "The spirits... they're gone," she whispered, a dazed, blissful smile on her face. "I'm finally... empty."'
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Hot Spring Fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Prisoner Yoruichi"
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Prisoner Yoruichi

benbenber
AI art 'Meet MISS PEARL ⚪️' with user description 'A strict and loyal member of the Cuteness Patrol, Pearl is not one to take things lightly. You are free to be yourself in Hornytown. But there is only one law you must obey: You can not exceed the proper levels of Cuteness!!! 🚫🚫🚫🚫🚫 Excess levels of Cuteness is ilegal in Hornytown! And Miss Pearl will make sure to get you if you break that law!! She will handcuff and prosecute you according to the law. 🚓⛓️ She is soft looking when on patrol, but as soon as someone is committing THAT crime her Pearl Thong starts vibrating. You can rest assured she will hunt you down!! ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️❕❕❕❕❕ You know someone is in trouble when her elegant pearl necklace turns into a cold barbwire choker! YOU DON’T WANT TO BE CAUGHT WITH YOUR PANTS DOWN WHEN SHE ENTERS THE ROOM!!!'
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Meet MISS PEARL ⚪️

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