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Emi’s Rapture by ArtAiMiner - Original Work https://archiveofourown.org/works/65038195 via @ao3org
2025-04-26 14:37:59 +0000 UTC View PostPost taken down. The original can be viewed at:
The Tease by ArtMinerRed🔞 (@ArtMinerRed) / X
2025-04-21 10:27:22 +0000 UTC View Post
The train’s sultry rumble vibrated through the empty carriage, its wheels grinding a primal rhythm against the tracks, a heartbeat in the city’s twilight. Daniel, a businessman in his mid-forties, lounged by the window, his charcoal suit creased from a day of deals, salt-and-pepper hair glinting under the flickering fluorescents. His hazel eyes skimmed the Financial Times, but the words blurred, his mind adrift. The car was a ghost town—save for her.
Across the aisle, she was a fe...
2025-04-19 21:33:28 +0000 UTC View Post
Beneath a roiling, blood-red sky, Aura the Guillotine lounged on a throne of twisted roots in a desolate field, her magenta hair blazing like molten sin. A demon sage among the Seven Sages of Destruction, she awaited her minions’ report on the city’s weaknesses, her mind scorning humans as vermin, fit only to be crushed by her magic. Yet, her Scales of Obedience had ensnared a prize: a once-valiant armored hero, now her thrall, standing rigid, his jaw clenching faintly, muscles twitching ...
2025-04-18 20:00:34 +0000 UTC View Post
In the jasmine-scented chambers of the Inner Palace, sunlight wove through silk screens, casting delicate shadows on lacquered floors. Maomao stood before four consorts—Gyokuyou, Lihua, Lishu, and the newly arrived Loulan—flanked by their ladies-in-waiting, Yinghua’s eyes wide and Hongniang’s lips pursed. Silks rustled as Gyokuyou’s playful gaze met Lihua’s serene one. Having just demystified pleasing the Emperor with a chalkboard and a peach, Maomao’s lips curled slyly. “Now,...
2025-04-16 20:00:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Setting: Ichigo’s cramped apartment at dawn. Ichigo, having given his bed to Rukia and others, sleeps on a futon on the floor, his orange hair a mess. Yoruichi, who sweet-talked her way into staying, has just shifted from cat to human form, her nude body gleaming in the soft light, curves accentuated by her confident stance.
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Yoruichi (whispering, smirking): Look at you, Strawberry, all defenseless with that impressive morni...
2025-04-15 19:00:29 +0000 UTC View Post
Wynter, an elf with silver hair cascading like moonlight and eyes a vivid blue, straddled the human beneath her. His name was unimportant, only his boasts of human prowess lingered in her mind. She gazed down, measuring his impressive length with a smirk. "You humans always talk a big game," she teased, her voice lilting. "It’s a touch larger than elven men, but how much difference can it make?"
She guided him, intending to take him slowly. But as just a third of his thick shaft enter...
2025-04-15 17:33:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Moonlight spilled through the dojo’s shoji screens, bathing the tatami mat in a silver sheen. Mitsuri Kanroji lay open, her kimono a silken ripple parted to bare her lush hips. Her pussy, a glistening bud, pulsed with shy heat, framed by thighs soft as rice flour, trembling wide. Tanjiro Kamado knelt between them, his rough hands reverent, cock a heavy vow against her skin, eyes dark with tender worship.
“Mitsuri-san,” he breathed, voice a smoldering coal. His length teased her in...
2025-04-15 16:15:25 +0000 UTC View Post
Frieren stood in the wavering glow of a decaying dungeon, her silver hair catching the torchlight’s flicker as she faced a chest, its pristine surface betraying its mimic nature. She’d faced mimics before—snapping jaws, empty traps, their bites a familiar sting—but none pulsed like this, its aura laced with a faint whiff of lavender and jasmine that stirred her senses in a way those simple traps never had. What secrets do you hold? she mused, lips curving faintly. This one was hers al...
2025-04-11 18:27:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Ethan, 48 and frayed from years of corporate drudgery,...
2025-04-07 20:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostStory can still be found at : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64419841
2025-04-07 04:22:51 +0000 UTC View Post
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Alice lingered at the tavern’s threshold, the air he...
2025-04-06 21:06:40 +0000 UTC View Post
The jungle hummed as Princess Lani, adorned with shells and vines, spotted a stranger—Robinson Crusoe—near a stream. Shipwrecked years ago, he’d grown rugged yet clever, his hands deft from building shelters. Lani’s dark eyes flickered with curiosity; she’d never seen a man like him, pale and bearded. He froze, offering a hesitant smile, his voice a jumble of foreign sounds she couldn’t grasp.
Words failed, but her bold gaze spoke. She pointed to herself, then him, tilting h...
2025-04-03 23:03:56 +0000 UTC View Post
"Sister, I march to war tomorrow—grant me your sacred blessing," the handsome knight murmured, his voice husky with desire as he lifted her habit, exposing her glistening, wet pussy.
"Take me, Sir Knight, and may my body anoint you with courage," the young nun breathed, bending over eagerly, her trembling form on all fours awaiting his thrust.
He spread her ass, his hard cock brushing her slick folds, promising a forbidden ecstasy as she surrendered to the unknown. 2025-03-30 16:20:01 +0000 UTC View Post
The scene: a dimly lit Netrunner hideout in Night City, neon flickering outside. Rebecca’s sprawled on a chair, legs kicked up on a computer console, her signature green twintails bouncing as she smirks at David. He’s pacing, frustrated—she’s refusing to hack into the system unless he plays her game.
Rebecca: “C’mon, choom, you’re all talk, ain’t ya? Bet you can’t even handle me. One spin, that’s all I’m askin’. Fuck me right here, over this console. Pro...
2025-03-30 15:27:07 +0000 UTC View Post
