Sprache

Ansicht

Rasterbilder

Prompt-Autovervollständigung

Inhaltsfilter

Hilfe & Support

Tägliches Beanspruchungssymbol: Glas ist leer

Tägliche Belohnung

Heute

F

+3

S

+4

S

+5

M

+6

T

+7

W

+8

T

+9

Täglich einlösen für Bonus-Credits!

Tägliches Beanspruchungssymbol: ein Eimer voller Gold

Nachfüll-Credits

Quests-Symbol

Schließe Quests ab, um Credits zu verdienen

Zurück zum Profil

Y

yamadatarou8563 folgt

15 gefolgt

ankokuchan

362 Follower • 34 gefolgt

I'm just a simple person with a ton of ships, fandoms, and ideas. They are usually all happy and romantic issues, but with enough Spice ❤️🥵🌶️

AI art "Maomao and Frieren (Video)"

Maomao and Frieren (Video)

AI art "Weiss x Jaune (Older)"

20

Weiss x Jaune (Older)

AI art "DenPower wins! Hell Yeah!"

12

DenPower wins! Hell Yeah!

AI art "Black and White (Video)"

Black and White (Video)

mrjack36

245 Follower • 28 gefolgt

JRPG fan...

AI art 'Fern Orgasm' with user description 'Passing out in orgasm'

Fern Orgasm

AI art 'Fuck Me'

Fuck Me

AI art 'Vanilla ❤️'

18

Vanilla ❤️

AI art 'All the way through' with user description 'Enjoying a all the way'

All the way through

blackhairedstudent

449 Follower • 16 gefolgt

Hey guys 💙 Your support means the world to me if you like my work leave the like and follow, love you guys and keep creative ❤️ Thank you for being here. I like all kinds of shit.. from softcore to extreme gangbang. If the image turns out good I'll make post with it...

AI art 'Rosalina Casting' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone.
Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever.
"Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion."
Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless."
"It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic."
Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?"
"I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant."
Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence.
"The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat."
Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise."
Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out."
"And?" Frieren asked softly.
"I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured."
Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection.
"You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme."
Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren."
"If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy."
"Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'

20

Rosalina Casting

AI art 'A night to remember' with user description 'The dormitory of Hope’s Peak Academy felt unusually cramped as Toko Fukawa sat hunched over her desk, her fingers twitching over the keys of her typewriter. The "Genocider" within was quiet for once, but Toko’s own neuroses were in full bloom. She let out a jagged sigh, turning her head to glare at Aoi Asahina, who was currently doing light stretches on a yoga mat nearby.
"H-Hey, Donut Girl," Toko stammered, her voice a mix of a rasp and a sneer. "I’m... I’m stuck. My next romance manuscript is as dry as a desert. I need inspiration. Real stories. Not that s-saccharine garbage you probably daydream about while eating your weight in sugar. Do you have any... ideas? Anything with actual heat?"
Aoi paused her stretch, her ponytail swaying as she looked at Toko with a surprisingly thoughtful expression. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face—one that didn't quite match her usual bubbly persona. "Actually, Toko... I have a story. It’s not a 'romance' in the way you’d think, but it’s definitely an experience I’ll never forget."
Toko adjusted her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "Well? Spit it out. I don't have all day."
"It happened a few years ago," Aoi began, her voice dropping into a nostalgic hum. "I had this childhood friend—let’s call him Ken. We grew up together, and I used to sleep over at his house all the time when we were kids. Nothing ever happened back then; we were just buddies. But one weekend, he invited me over again. When I got there, I realized it wasn't just us. There were five other guys there—his friends from the basketball team. I thought it was a little strange at first, but they had ordered a mountain of pizza, and I was starving. We had a great time, laughing and eating until we were stuffed."
"P-Pizza? That’s your big lead-in?" Toko scoffed, though she was already leaning forward.
"After the food, we started playing Mario Kart," Aoi continued, ignoring the jab.I was a pro, Toko. I was beating everyone, race after race. I was so confident that I started craving donuts. That’s when one of the boys—this really tall, muscular guy his name is octavi—proposed a bet. He said, Hina, if you win the next course, we’ll all pitch in and buy you donuts every single week for an entire year. But... if you lose, everyone who beats you gets to do whatever they want to you for the rest of the night.'"
Toko’s breath hitched, her fingers hovering over her typewriter. "A-And you... you accepted?"
"I was so sure of myself," Aoi whispered, her eyes clouding with the memory. "But then we started the race. My heart was pounding. And for the first time in my life... I lost. I didn't just lose; I came in nearly last. Every single one of them beat me, except for Ken. The room went silent for a second, and then the atmosphere changed. It was like the air got ten degrees hotter."
"What did they do?" Toko rasped.
"The **Gangbang** started right there on the living room carpet," Aoi said, her voice trembling slightly. "They didn't waste a second. They swarmed me. It was a total sensory explosion. I was pinned down by twelve hands, and the first thing they went for were my **Boobs**. They were grabbing them, kneading them, treating them like prizes they had finally won. Then, they moved to the rest of me. I was subjected to a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. I was forced into a series of **Deepthroat** maneuvers, taking one after another until my jaw ached and my eyes watered. It was a continuous stream of heat."
Aoi took a sharp breath. "Then came the main event. Because there were so many of them, they decided to maximize my capacity. I was subjected to a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging my very soul. I had one guy in my pussy and another in my **Anus** at the same time. The girth of them... the way they moved in opposite rhythms... it stretched my frame until I thought I would break. I was screaming, Toko! I was **cummed** on and in so many times I lost count. My internal walls were pulsing, desperately trying to hold onto all of them at once. They used every hole I had, rotating with a tactical efficiency that left me in a dazed, white-out trance."
"A-And the end?" Toko whispered, her face beet-red.
"The finale was a total **Bukkake**," Aoi finished, her voice a dazed hum. "They lined up and unleashed their **cum** directly into my throat and across my face. It was a white tidal wave. Because they held my mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, white cream through my sinuses. I felt the heat of **cum** leaking from my **nose**, and a faint, trickling warmth even reached my **ears**. I was internally and externally flooded."
Toko sat in stunned silence for a long moment. "That’s... that’s a tragedy! You lost a whole year of donuts and your dignity because of a stupid game
Aoi looked up at Toko, her smile returning—only this time, it was sharp and knowing. "Oh, Toko you’re missing the point. I’m the best Mario Kart player I know. I lost on purpose.'

30

A night to remember

AI art 'Mikan Casting' with user description 'Mikan Tsumiki sat on the edge of the sterile clinic bed, her fingers trembling as she nervously twisted the hem of her apron. Beside her, Chiaki Nanami sat with her usual calm, tilting her head as she listened to the nurse’s unusually frantic, yet strangely wistful, rambling. The African sun beat down outside the open window, but the air inside was thick with Mikan’s embarrassment and a lingering, dazed heat.
"C-Chiaki-san, you won't believe what happened when I was volunteering at that hospital... in that faraway country," Mikan began, her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson. "I was so lonely and... and desperate for someone to look at me without hating me. One of my patients, a very kind old man, saw how much I tripped and fell. He told me a local legend... he said that if a girl goes seven days without wearing any panties to work, the man of her life would finally appear and claim her."
Chiaki blinked, her expression unreadable. "Seven days... that seems like a high-risk strategy for someone as clumsy as you, Mikan-san."
"I know! I was so scared!" Mikan wailed, her eyes tearing up. "But I did it. For six days, I went to that hospital completely bare under my skirt. And every single day, I tripped. I fell over gurneys, I slipped on spilled saline... everyone saw everything. I was so humiliated, but I kept thinking about the legend. Then... the seventh day came."
Mikan’s breathing hitched, her hands moving to her lap as if to shield herself from the memory. "I was carrying a tray of bandages through the main ward when my heel caught on a floor tile. I did my most pathetic fall yet—legs wide, skirt up over my waist, exposing my **Pussy** to the entire room. But instead of laughing or looking away... they all stopped. Doctors, orderlies, even some of the recovering patients. They all stood up and... and they took their penises out. They told me the legend was true, and that they were all there to 'evaluate' me."
"Evaluate you?" Chiaki asked softly.
"I-It was consensual, I promise! I wanted it so badly! I wanted to be needed!" Mikan cried out, her voice dropping to a shamed whisper. "The **Gangbang** started right there on the ward floor. It was a total physical exorcism. I was surrounded by dozens of men. They started with a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. I was forced into a **Deepthroat** by the lead surgeon, then an orderly... it was a continuous stream of flesh. My jaw ached, but I didn't care. I felt so useful."
Mikan’s eyes rolled back slightly, lost in the sensory overload of the memory. "Then they moved to the rest of me. Because there were so many of them, they decided to maximize my capacity. I was subjected to a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging my very soul. I had a doctor in my **Anus** and a patient in my pussy at the same time. The girth of them... the way they moved in opposite rhythms... it stretched my frame until I thought I would break. I was screaming, Chiaki-san! I was **cumming** so hard my vision went white, but they wouldn't let me stop."
"That sounds... intense," Chiaki noted.
"It was a massacre of my inhibitions!" Mikan gasped. "They rotated for hours. I was being used by every man in that building. And the finale... it was a **Bukkake** like nothing I’ve ever seen. They lined up, a wall of men, and they all unleashed their **cum** directly into my throat and over my face. It was a white tidal wave. It covered my face, my hair, my uniform... it was even in my eyes. I was drowning in it."
Mikan leaned closer to Chiaki, her expression a mix of terror and a dazed, broken smile. "But Chiaki-san... the legend said the man of my life would appear. But they *all* did it. They all finished inside me and over me. The fluid began to overflow. Because they held my mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, white cream through my sinuses. I felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from my **nose**, and a faint, trickling warmth even reached my **ears**. I was internally flooded. The problem is... I don't know which one of them is the one! I don't know who my husband is supposed to be because I loved what all of them did to me! What do I do? Am I supposed to marry all of them?"
Chiaki reached out and patted Mikan’s hand. "I think... you might have just won a very complicated multiplayer game, Mikan-san."'

21

Mikan Casting

AI art 'Rosalina is Perfect'

4

Rosalina is Perfect

kokoroto

3.562 Follower • 7 gefolgt

AI art 'Upscale test'

Upscale test

AI art 'Chun Li Mix' with user description 'A mix of some of the things I have to post, and this is just the Chun Li stuff... but I don't like the new algorithm; when they change it, I'll go back to posting full works.'

30

Chun Li Mix

AI art 'Kaguya Hime.'

8

Kaguya Hime.

AI art 'Akira slide'

Akira slide

grumshanks_bigman

10 Follower • 17 gefolgt

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

ashorio

67 Follower • 0 gefolgt

Hello! I mainly publish "Story" based content on the site. If there is any content that you might be interested in, feel free to let me know in the form of a comment.

AI art "BNHA Affair Series: Yaoyorozu Momo"

6

BNHA Affair Series: Yaoyorozu Momo

AI art "BNHA Affair Series: Asui Tsuyu"

6

BNHA Affair Series: Asui Tsuyu

AI art "The BNHA Series - Uraraka Ochako"

6

The BNHA Series - Uraraka Ochako

AI art "Beyond Journey's End Parody: Übel"

6

Beyond Journey's End Parody: Übel

miau999

403 Follower • 44 gefolgt

AI art 'Caught looking'

12

Caught looking

AI art 'Train girl'

8

Train girl

AI art 'Another 2girls'

Another 2girls

AI art 'More 2girls'

3

More 2girls

vinks1

744 Follower • 3 gefolgt

3D artist, making NSFW for fun

AI art "tracer"

tracer

AI art "samus tearing suit"

samus tearing suit

AI art 'rin at the beach II' for prompt: 'tohsaka rin, sex missionary pov, red bikini, sex through panties, at beach, sexy, hot, sweat, blush, medium breasts'

rin at the beach II

AI art 'rin' for prompt: 'tohsaka rin, hands over breasts, at beach, sexy, hot, sweat, blush, medium breasts'

rin

zebuh

88 Follower • 10 gefolgt

AI art "Japanese Style"

12

Japanese Style

AI art "Part 2 - Red oriental girl"

3

Part 2 - Red oriental girl

AI art "Part 2 - Yellow oriental girl"

3

Part 2 - Yellow oriental girl

AI art "Part 2 - White oriental girl"

3

Part 2 - White oriental girl

lorezioezio69

263 Follower • 2 gefolgt

AI art "Fern"

10

Fern

AI art "Super Creek"

11

Super Creek

AI art "Kefla"

13

Kefla

AI art "Elsa"

12

Elsa

seraviel

22 Follower • 19 gefolgt

AI art "Makoto's turn"

3

Makoto's turn

AI art "Futaba's turn"

2

Futaba's turn

AI art "Steal more than your hearts..."

Steal more than your hearts...

AI art "Victory Celebration"

Victory Celebration

qwerty911

92 Follower • 14 gefolgt

AI art 'Professor! Futher testing is needed! part 2'

5

Professor! Futher testing is needed! part 2

AI art 'Professor! Futher testing is needed! part 1'

5

Professor! Futher testing is needed! part 1

AI art 'Spoiled Angel 4'

5

Spoiled Angel 4

AI art 'Spoiled Angel 3'

4

Spoiled Angel 3

test321

441 Follower • 39 gefolgt

AI art "Fairy Tail Pinups"

7

Fairy Tail Pinups

AI art "Baldursgate 3 pinups"

4

Baldursgate 3 pinups

AI art "Fire Emblem Erica S rank Support"

20

Fire Emblem Erica S rank Support

AI art

24

Ohne Titel

noahmode

34 Follower • 18 gefolgt

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

AI art

Ohne Titel

mikulover31

28 Follower • 16 gefolgt

AI art 'Hatsune Miku Yoga'

Hatsune Miku Yoga

AI art 'Frieren'

Frieren

AI art 'Hatsune Miku Egyptian Goddess'

Hatsune Miku Egyptian Goddess

AI art 'Hatsune Miku Greyscale'

Hatsune Miku Greyscale