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Hey guys, if you enjoyed some of my works give a like and follow.. if you really liked it comment something, participate, don't be shy... And if you want some posts with a especific girl just comment in one of my posts that i will try to make it. Thanks for being here and enjoy the ride ❤️
I particularly like aesthetic and "cute" creations more than hardcore ones. I found a lot of inspiration from the community creations.
40 Follower • 15 gefolgt
I have a fetish for power hungry villainess or corrupted heroes. Where they gain power and turns it sexual. Energy drain, power absorption, sexual energy power-up all that good stuff
74 Follower • 10 gefolgt
Long story writer. Mainly addressing Pokemon stories at the moment. I accept story proposal/idea from followers
[Lore Posting Activated] >>> Begin story telling for "Stardust Crossing". [Good Luck SC-009]
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I’ve been falsely accused of having multiple accounts & banned permanently…so I backed up all my pics & vids & deleted all of posts…it was short but sweet y’all 😢
401 Follower • 90 gefolgt
#1 Lumine stan. That said, I post other girls too. Mostly gangbang stuff. I appreciate all sizes, big and small.
91 Follower • 66 gefolgt
Bad at drawing, but great at imagining. 🚀 I spent years wanting to create my own characters, and AI finally gave me the 'superpower' to do it. This space is fueled by you! —I love hearing what you think. Thanks for joining me on this creative journey and for all your amazing support! 🙏✨My prompts are usually private, but I’m happy to share the 'recipe' with the community! If you love a specific look, just leave a comment and I’ll drop the prompt!
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! 🙂
King of Interracial BetterWaifu. Creator of Cyndel Vale, Queen of the Waifus. I'm a huge anime fan and love to tell stories. I also have some other OC girls that I like to put in weird situations. Find me on Discord - @CarlosOctavian
First of all, thank you because we're almost at 250 followers, thank you so much. I'll be uploading random stories about my favorite waifus.
1.542 Follower • 32 gefolgt
I love hentai and here i can create my own self. I`m in heaven? Remember, like and comment whenever you want! Feel free to talk to me and give me ideas! If i give you an "Oi!" You've done a good job!!!
![AI art 'The Forbidden Embrace of the Ideal Hilda and Zekrom[PART5]' with user description 'After several weeks of slowly building tension, the explosion finally came after a long day spent near a warm lake. Back home, still damp and laughing, Zekrom suddenly lifted Hilda and sat her on the wooden table. Without a word, he stepped between her legs and kissed her with devouring passion. This kiss was different—deeper, hungrier. His rough tongue invaded her mouth, leaving a faint electric tingle on her lips.
Hilda’s heart raced. She responded eagerly despite her nervousness. Zekrom slid his hands under her top and slowly removed it, exposing her breasts. He kissed her breasts, sucking and nibbling them greedily, drawing moans from Hilda. He removed her bottom bikini and slid them down her legs, leaving her completly nude on the table.
Hilda was flushed bright red, her thighs slightly pressed together in shyness. She whispered, voice trembling:
“Zekrom… I’m a virgin. I… I’ve never done this before.”
Zekrom paused, his red eyes softening with immense tenderness. He caressed her cheek.
“I’ll be gentle. Tell me if you want to stop.”
Still seated on the table, Hilda was penetrated very slowly. She winced slightly at first, gripping Zekrom’s shoulders, her face twisted with pleasure and a hint of pain. He sank into her inch by inch, watching every expression on her flushed face—her parted lips, furrowed brows.
Once fully inside her, he stayed still to let her adjust, kissing her tenderly. Then he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Hilda’s moans grew louder.
They changed positions: Hilda on top, straddling him. She rolled her hips awkwardly at first, then faster and faster, hands on his powerful chest, head thrown back, her brown hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
Finally, he placed her on all fours. He took her more savagely, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass. Hilda cried out, face buried in the pillow, body trembling. Zekrom slid a wet finger against her anus while continuing his powerful thrusts, stimulating her in two places at once. She screamed in pleasure, her body shaken by spasms.
In a final surge, he put her back in missionary position and thrust violently. Hilda came first in a long, raw cry, body arched, walls contracting hard around him, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. Zekrom roared and unloaded deep inside her with long, hot, abundant jets, filling her virgin womb for the first time.
They remained entwined for a long time, panting, Zekrom still buried inside her, tenderly caressing her flushed, exhausted face.'](https://imgproxy-prod-ovmn5ne2aa-ue.a.run.app/r36EgJyvT7kuojGoDee-TYEYe3HPLyVvt2BSfn7KjvY/resize:fit:3840:0/quality:60/sharpen:0.5/plain/s3://betterwaifu/959adcc2-1bed-4550-8cda-6ceb54b6e9fd/vGl3MNlqjM8ZJi3FZGgy.webp@webp)
![AI art 'The Forbidden Embrace of the Ideal Hilda and Zekrom[PART4]' with user description 'In the following weeks, their relationship deepened into something richer and more intimate. Days fell into a warm routine: Hilda taught the clumsy but eager Zekrom to cook breakfast with mountain berries and wild eggs, leading to shared laughter. Afternoons were spent exploring hidden waterfalls, ancient caves, and scenic views, exchanging stories and playful human games.
Evenings by the fireplace grew tender and vulnerable, filled with heartfelt confessions, hand-holding, and quiet closeness. At night, their touches became bolder and more confident — long, passionate kisses, gentle caresses tracing each other’s bodies — yet they always stopped before crossing the final line, letting desire build slowly.
Their bond evolved from friendship into a profound, unshakable love built on mutual respect, emotional intimacy, and contained passion. Zekrom began calling her “my spark” with newfound softness, while Hilda felt stronger, more alive, and truly understood in his arms.'](https://imgproxy-prod-ovmn5ne2aa-ue.a.run.app/1ackumkf-7hr2QACoEsKBnbIU7X5MSUfRi_S5BJfVlU/resize:fit:3840:0/quality:60/sharpen:0.5/plain/s3://betterwaifu/959adcc2-1bed-4550-8cda-6ceb54b6e9fd/b1sgcO2lLYPAD4GgdY1d.webp@webp)
![AI art 'The Forbidden Embrace of the Ideal Hilda and Zekrom[PART3]' with user description 'On a freezing night, Hilda shivered under her thin clothes. Zekrom slipped into bed behind her, wrapping her in his strong, electrically warm arms. His large hand slowly slid under her top, gently caressing her bare stomach before cupping and teasing her breasts, his rough thumbs circling her hardening nipples.
She melted against him, breathing shakily, then shyly removed her top. Zekrom kissed and licked her sensitive breasts while she timidly stroked his hardening length through the fabric. Their bodies pressed together in slow, heated caresses and hesitant kisses until overwhelming shyness made her stop.
“I… I can’t go further tonight,” she whispered, flushed with embarrassment. Zekrom held her gently without pressure, simply cradling her until morning.
The next day, Hilda woke up still nestled against his warm chest. Slipping away to the bathroom, she discovered she was soaking wet, her folds swollen and slick from the lingering arousal of the previous night’s intimate touches. Face burning, she bit her lip as fresh heat stirred in her belly.'](https://imgproxy-prod-ovmn5ne2aa-ue.a.run.app/89qyEmD29ysb7xLz_6UoR9ca8FqiCpPbrYzyBNedO3s/resize:fit:3840:0/quality:60/sharpen:0.5/plain/s3://betterwaifu/959adcc2-1bed-4550-8cda-6ceb54b6e9fd/uFUD8cILV87MnchVDtZq.webp@webp)
![AI art 'The Forbidden Embrace of the Ideal Hilda and Zekrom [PART2]' with user description 'After a period of mutual suspicion, Zekrom saves Hilda from a deadly fall, breaking the ice between them. They gradually learn to live together: Hilda takes care of the household while Zekrom handles the physical tasks. Their conversations grow deeper, and lingering glances reveal a budding romantic and sensual tension between them.'](https://imgproxy-prod-ovmn5ne2aa-ue.a.run.app/2j7VYgmx4vMEMoYiXKtB9nZVDxZ8FLZOQx9n6ISDbEk/resize:fit:3840:0/quality:60/sharpen:0.5/plain/s3://betterwaifu/959adcc2-1bed-4550-8cda-6ceb54b6e9fd/GKzS4JWvzgzsaqdD1zml.webp@webp)
![AI art 'Memories [OC Lore Entry]' with user description 'A lot can change in three years time.
Do you remember who you were before?
The hope that you held in your heart?
The deep-seated desires that kept you up at night?
The sincere wish that things could be different?
If the you from back then could see the you from today, would you still believe?
If the you of today could choose, would you still forget?
Did you look to the skies in desperation or in faith?
Did they answer out of pity or compassion?
Does it matter if the end result is the same?
Do you remember why you made the wish in the first place?
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![AI art 'New Assignment [Stardust Crossing Episode 1]' with user description '// MISSION BRIEFING
Location: Site 117-A
Timeframe: Indefinite
Operation Start: 6/27/XXXX
Objectives:
1. Establish visual identification of Subjects 001 - 010.
2. Log daily routines of Subjects noting any anomalous behaviors or incidents.
3. Maintain cover story (Story #6 - "Travel Vlogger")
4. Do NOT make contact with Subjects outside of necessary interactions to maintain cover story.
5. Report any anomalous incidents immediately.
// END BRIEFING
SC-009 carefully read the screen before her. It was the same method they always used to contact her, a sudden ping on her secured connection. The only proof that she was still needed.
But this one was different. No assassination target, no secure vault to breach, no strange object to recover or creature to capture. Just a place to investigate. A recon mission, with very little strings attached. She frowned, what little displeasure she was capable of feeling exaggerated as much as possible on her face for the sake of feeling her cheek muscles move.
No defined end goal. No exfill date. Just indefinite parameters. It wasnt her style. The one thing she could pride herself on was getting the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible. The listed timeframe was less an expectation and more a high score to beat. She wanted to know more but she wasnt allowed to ask questions. From the moment her terminal beeped, the mission had already begun. Her approval was nothing more than a formality.
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The briefing was as short as the e-mail. This wasnt her first assignment, and it certainly wasnt her handler's. She was handed a cover story pamphlet to study on the plane, a satchel full of low-tech gear to fit the cover story, a bodysuit, a single change of clothes (more would be acquired on site), a credit card with fake credentials attached, a key card to access the on-site facility, and a dossier of her observation targets. Then she was loaded onto a plane like any other piece of military hardware and transported to Site-117-A.
12 hours of settling in later, as she was already staking out rooftops, camera in hand, looking for any sign of her targets. No time for anything but the mission. No time, even, to consider the effects of the anamolous zone she found herself in.
She carried on like this for three days. Working out of a tiny apartment, she spent every waking moment scanning the crowds for her targets. And in so doing, began to wonder why her targets were so special.
There were all sorts in this city, and that was putting it mildly. On her first day, she spied a girl with a centipede tail exiting a local convenience store. Last night, she had seen a literal fairy flitting about near the edge of the woods. Just this morning, a lavender furred cat had wandered through her apartment wall like it wasnt even there and kept on going through the opposite wall.
Compared to things like this, what made the college student, the race car driver, or the mechanic girl interesting enough to pick them as targets? Perhaps part of her job was to answer that very question.
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It was the night of her seventh day in the city of Stardust Crossing when everything changed.
The night was particularly clear and the summer heat had waned just enough to make her bodysuit bearable. She was pearched in a tall tree near the edge of the local park, keeping an eye on the main road into the nearby suburban neighborhood. She had already clocked Subject 002 and Subject 005 as both living nearby and was looking to refine her notes on their schedules.
Then, suddenly, the air shifted and the world fell quiet. The wind ceased all movement. The pedestrians seemed to find somewhere else to be. Even the animals scurried away or held still as the grave. It was like the whole world was holding its breath.
She felt it then, like warm honey dripping across her mind. Four simple words whispered directly into her soul.
"Can you hear me?"
She hadn't realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them to see the night sky aglow with light and color. The Shimmer. She had recorded it once, on the first night she arrived, but hadn't seen it again until now.
It felt so much closer now. Like it wasnt far up in the sky, but merely just above her head. Then, it was gone.
An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside of her. It took her several minutes to realize it was anxiety. She wasnt supposed to be able to feel that anymore. Not after Geas Conditioning.
But the whispered words had knocked something loose in the back of her mind. A rattling piece that wouldn't let her forget about it.
Yes, she thought, to herself or to the voice she couldn't say. I can hear you.
Sleep didnt come easy that night. She went over everything in her dossier five times over, looking for any explanation but finding none. By the time morning came, she had barely slept a wink.
She was supposed to report incidents like this.
But that new feeling told her that would be a bad idea.'](https://imgproxy-prod-ovmn5ne2aa-ue.a.run.app/M9fctLHq0I6Ja_u_NfAiaOAh5LdOVvAnj_dN1uMCqYY/resize:fit:3840:0/quality:60/sharpen:0.5/plain/s3://betterwaifu/ccd6251e-97f0-4868-b3db-56efc69ba5bc/VPSNNKLTfjUfteMwJ6w5.webp@webp)
