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AI art "Summer Babes - Team Cyndel"
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Summer Babes - Team Cyndel

octavian
AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"
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Iommi Knows What You Like

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AI art "Pip Tests"
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Pip Tests

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AI art 'Nagatoro Pink Room'
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Nagatoro Pink Room

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Dawn is Horny"
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Dawn is Horny

onlyyouprod
AI art 'My Cover Girl lineup' with user description 'Here's my current lineup of OCs. I'm thinking of making a permanent Native American or Asian woman to the roster. Let me know if you have any suggestions on a new lady: 1. Jennifer, the cheerful one 2. Celest, the strong one 3. Selina, the stylish one 4. Captain Nemesis, the psycho one 5. Haley, the country girl 6. Janice, the city girl 7. Elizabeth, the shy one 8. Suka, the soulless one 9. Cyndel, the (audience-named) Queen of the Waifus!'
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My Cover Girl lineup

octavian
AI art "Nagatoro Slut ❤️"
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Nagatoro Slut ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle"
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[Request] Weekend Getaway with Michelle

dreamerofdreams
AI art "More Fire Emblem Girls 3"
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More Fire Emblem Girls 3

onlyyouprod
AI art 'YOU WIN!!!' with user description '“Too long; didn’t read” (TL;DR) —> Huã, now Chun, continues to win and makes fame and fortune for herself. After being on top of the world with no one else left to beat, she embarks on a journey looking for a place to retire peacefully. In an unexpected turn of events she ends up in Waifu Bay. ✨🌟📚📕📗🔍📔📚📝🖇️🗒️📚🌟✨ And now for “THE READERS CLUB”!!! ✨🌟📚📕📗🔍📔📚📝🖇️🗒️📚🌟✨ Here are 3 chapters cramped into 1: 1. YOU WIN!!! - With Chun in her iconic ‘head bow - arms crossed’ wide stance 😍 (those thighs…..) 2. GOLDEN DAYS - Gold bikini and champagne party. I think she looks lovely in that black dress! 🤩 3. A NEW HOME - Grey bodysuit in a cold winters night. I wanted to recreate what I remember to be one of my favorite ‘YOU WIN’ celebrations in the game, the jumping throwing V sign celebration. The image I posted was the closest thing I could get —— Remember, I chose not to use ‘Reference Image’ in my creations. Nothing wrong with using it, I just love the thrill of ‘Prompt Bending’ —— Yes, that’s how I call it because I feel like Aang bending the prompts… 😋 You’ll find a few images of Chun fighting with a grey dress, dirty and scratched. Those images belong to the first draft I made before I decided to create the ‘Farmers’ Chun spends her time training with. Also for ‘A NEW HOME’ you’ll see Chun on a grey bodysuit on a ship and arriving to the docks of Waifu Bay. Those images where also created on the first draft where COLORS where not yet introduced as a timeline reference. In the new timeline arriving at the docks would have been ‘Black and gold bodysuit’ Black and gold meant she conquered the top. I believe those images looked cool so I wanted to share them with you. —————————————— - “I started to win bigger and better fights. One victory would led me to another, I traveled all over the world searching for the next opponent. Eventually I fought and conquered every street there was, one round at a time. Pretty soon I had made a name for myself on the streets. I even inspired other women to join the underground fighting scene.” - “I had made all the money I could EVER dream of…and probably even more. I had conquered the streets of the world. Fortune and fame smiled at me.” - “And then, after years of fuss and noise, all of a sudden - there was silence” - “Silence?” Asks Pearl. - “Yes, silence… silence INSIDE me. The urge for something had stopped. I didn’t crave attention nor recognition any more. And then it was clear… There was no more fighting to be done” - “So you could go back to Csaba…” Says Pearl. Madame Li goes silent for a while. - “Yes, that was the plan. (Pause) I DID go back and look for him, but…” —————————————— Dear reader, we won’t get to this now. I’ll save the Csaba full story for later. Thing is she did return to the Farmers but Csaba didn’t live there anymore. —————————————— - “I started looking for a quiet place to live. I traveled far and wide and what was at first a malfunction on a boat engine, turned out to be the detour that led me here, to Waifu Bay. The ship I was traveling on needed to make an emergency stop for engine repair so we docked here. That night I walked into THIS very bar only looking for a warm meal and a place to stay the night while they repaired the ship. Little did I know that the owner of the bar had been a fan of underground fighting so he recognized me the moment I walked in. He didn’t say anything at first, he just gave me a hot plate of food and we started talking” ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️ @parda @gildenstein @bad77 @terror2 @onlyyouprod @dreamerofdreams @herlin @evoralan @barry915'
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YOU WIN!!!

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AI art 'Yor A night To Remember 2' with user description 'The room was subterranean, a concrete box that smelled of damp earth and cold iron. Yor was strapped into a chair, her wrists bound with reinforced steel cables that bit into her skin. Across from her, a man in a clinical white suit adjusted the needles of a polygraph machine, its sensors taped to Yor’s temples and chest. In the corner, a monitor flickered to life, showing a live feed of Anya sleeping in her bed at the Forger apartment. A masked operative stood over the child, a silenced pistol aimed at her head. "The rules are simple, Thorn Princess," the interrogator whispered, his voice smooth and devoid of empathy. "Tell me your most cherished memory. The one that makes your heart race, the one that defines you. If the needle jumps—if you lie for even a second to preserve your 'dignity'—my man pulls the trigger. Start talking." Yor looked at the screen, her pupils trembling. Her usual mask of polite reserve shattered. To save Anya, she had to peel back the layers of her life and reveal the raw, shameful truth she had buried beneath her role as a mother and a clerk. "It was... years ago," Yor began, her voice steady but hollow. "I received an invitation to a kindergarten reunion. I thought it was a chance to reconnect with my past. I went to a private residence, expecting a party, but I had forgotten a crucial detail about my childhood. I was the only girl in my class that year." The interrogator leaned in, watching the flat line of the polygraph. "Continue." "There were thirteen of them," Yor said, her eyes fixed on the image of Anya. "Thirteen men I used to play with as children. They didn't want to talk about the past. They told me that as the only girl, I was responsible for the happiness of the entire group. They were persuasive, circling me, telling me that after all my years of solitude and 'work,' I deserved to be completely possessed. And for the first time in my life... I wanted to be. I wanted to be used until there was nothing left of me." She took a breath, the needle remaining perfectly still. She was telling the truth. "I accepted. I let them strip me in the center of that room. For the entire night, I wasn't an assassin or a sister. I was a vessel. They treated my body like a public resource. At any given moment, I was being filled by three or four of them at once. I remember the weight of them, the relentless, heavy-caliber rhythm that stretched my anatomy beyond its limits. They weren't gentle; they were frantic, reclaiming the 'princess' they had lost." Yor’s face flushed, not with shame, but with the vivid, carnal memory of the sensation. "The night became a blur of white heat. They covered every inch of me. They were so thorough and so numerous that they didn't just stay with the usual places. They doused my face, my hair... I remember the smell of it on my nose, the stinging in my eyes as they took turns blinding me with their release. It was so much—the volume was so extreme—that I actually retched. I vomited back the sheer amount of 'friendship' they had forced down my throat, only for them to laugh and continue from behind while I was still choking on the floor." The polygraph stayed flat. The machine confirmed her darkest secret: the most cherished memory of the Thorn Princess was being utterly destroyed and communalized by thirteen men in a single night. "I have never felt so full," Yor whispered, a tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. "I felt seen. I felt occupied. I felt like I finally belonged to something larger than myself. That night of total, messy surrender is the only thing that feels real when the world gets too quiet." The interrogator stared at the machine, then at Yor, a look of genuine disgust crossing his face. He signaled to the man on the monitor. The operative lowered the gun and stepped away from Anya’s bed. "You really are a monster, aren't you?" the man remarked, turning off the polygraph. "No," Yor replied, her eyes returning to the cold, lethal sharpness of an assassin. "I'm just a woman who loves her family. And now that I’ve told you the truth... you’re going to find out what happens to people who threaten my daughter."'
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Yor A night To Remember 2

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Annie GangBang' with user description 'I was hosting a massive gangbang party to celebrate Nagatoro's return. Thirty friends arrived, each dosed with powerful stimulants to keep them hard and fucking for at least twelve straight hours. The energy in the house was electric, everyone ready to destroy whatever holes were offered. Then the doorbell rang. Standing at the door were Bad and Annie, husband and wife. They explained they had convinced Nagatoro to extend her vacation a few more days and came in her place. Bad told me Annie had heard endless stories about the wild parties in my basement and was dying to take Nagatoro's spot. I accepted immediately. Annie was a delicious woman, curvy and eager. Bad added one condition: Black @terror2 told me you keep some girls in your basement and that he wanted access them. I agreed right away. Some had escaped earlier, so only Tsunade, Power, and Revy remained. He accepted and asked for some stimulant, wanting an infinite erection to enjoy them fully. He left Annie with us. She looked stunning in a tight red dress that hugged her body, full makeup enhancing her seductive eyes and lips. "Go ahead and use me hard," Annie said with a wicked smile. "I can take it." That red dress wouldn't stay on long. We placed a metal chain around her neck like a leash and led her to the main room. The thirty men surrounded her instantly, eyes hungry. --- From Annie's point of view: The chain tugged gently as the first cock pushed into my mouth. I was on my knees in the center of the room, red dress already ripped down to my waist, exposing my heavy breasts. Hands were everywhere. One man thrust deep into my throat while two others sucked hard on my nipples. A third lifted my dress and slammed into my pussy from behind without warning. I moaned around the thick shaft filling my mouth, drool already dripping down my chin. They penetrated every hole relentlessly. A second cock forced its way into my pussy alongside the first, stretching me wide in a brutal double penetration. Another man pushed into my ass, making me airtight. Three cocks moved in rhythm inside me while more waited their turn, stroking themselves. The stimulants worked perfectly. Every time one came, he was rock hard again in under three minutes, ready for more. I was passed from man to man like a toy. They fucked me on the couch, bent over the table, pinned against the wall. Cum splashed across my face in thick ropes, coating my makeup. Others shot deep into my pussy and ass, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. Some preferred my feet, covering my soles with warm loads while they made me stroke them. Strange ones licked my cum-covered feet clean, tongues sliding between my toes. Others buried their faces in my ass, licking my stretched hole after it had been fucked raw. Hours blurred together. I lost count of how many loads I took. My red dress was completely gone now, torn to shreds on the floor. I was on all fours, a cock pounding my throat while two others alternated in my pussy and ass. My body shook with constant orgasms. They flipped me onto my back, legs spread wide as a line of men took turns dumping their cum inside me. Some pulled out and painted my tits, my stomach, even my hair. The chain stayed around my neck, used to pull me from one group to another. I was completely fucked in every possible way: double vaginal, double anal, triple penetration with a fourth cock in my mouth. They choked me lightly with the chain while they came, intensifying every sensation. My holes were sore but greedy, clenching around each new invasion. After what felt like endless hours of being used, I knelt in the middle of the circle again. My voice was hoarse but determined. "I'm going to serve all of you with my throat now. Finish in my mouth so your cum goes straight to my stomach, or paint my face. I want every last drop." They lined up. I took them one by one, sucking hard, swirling my tongue, deepthroating until my nose pressed against their bodies. Load after load flooded my mouth. Many chose my throat, forcing me to swallow everything. Others pulled out at the last second, exploding across my face, adding thick layers to the mess already there. Cum dripped from my eyelashes, ran down my cheeks, and hung from my chin in heavy strands. By the end of the day, my face was completely covered in a glossy mask of semen. It was in my hair, on my breasts, leaking from every hole. My body ached beautifully from the marathon fucking. I felt extremely satisfied and happy to have experienced the famous black gangbang party. I smiled through the cum, knowing I would remember every second'
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Annie GangBang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "WaifuCon"
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WaifuCon

thoughtzi
AI art "[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office Lady's after work party continues 2 [part 2]"
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[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office Lady's after work party continues 2 [part 2]

salazar01
AI art "Robin Casting"
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Robin Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Mitsuru ❤️'
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Mitsuru ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Tsumugi Casting' with user description 'The atmosphere in the Ultimate Academy’s props room was thick with the scent of old fabric and cedar. Tsumugi Shirogane was carefully folding a costume when Angie Yonaga skipped in, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous, divine light. "Tsumugi! Atua has been whispering to me!" Angie chirped, tilting her head. "He says that even the most talented weaver needs to be the fabric sometimes. He says you have a 'plain' desire to be completely taken over by a force of pure Hope!" Tsumugi flushed, her glasses fogging slightly. "Angie, please, I’m just a plain girl... I don't know what you're talking about." "Atua says you do!" Angie laughed, gesturing behind her as Makoto Naegi entered the room. He looked characteristically flustered, rubbing the back of his neck. "And look! I brought the Ultimate Hope himself. Atua says that for the script of this world to balance out, the Director must offer a sacrifice of service to the Hero." Makoto looked at Tsumugi, his expression softening into one of genuine, empathetic concern. "Angie told me you’ve been feeling... overwhelmed by the weight of everything you have to manage, Tsumugi. She suggested that maybe, just for tonight, you needed someone else to take the lead. To let go of the control you're always holding onto." Tsumugi felt a strange, dizzying thrill. Makoto wasn't a "degenerate male"; he was the personification of the very tropes she adored. The idea of serving him wasn't a threat—it was the ultimate cosplay. "You... you really want to? Even though I’m so plain?" "I think you’re incredible," Makoto said sincerely, stepping closer. "And if serving me helps you find peace... then I want to help." Angie clapped her hands. "Wonderful! Now, Atua says the ritual begins at the bottom. The feet are the foundation of the soul, Tsumugi! Show Makoto how much you value his path." Tsumugi knelt before Makoto, her heart racing. This wasn't blackmail; it was a collaborative masterpiece. She removed her loafers and socks, her pale feet trembling. As she began to worship Makoto’s feet, using her tongue and palms with a desperate, reverent energy, a shocking realization hit her. The friction of her own soles against the floor, combined with the intense psychological weight of her submission, sent a white-hot surge of pleasure straight to her core. "Oh... oh, Makoto!" she gasped, her toes curling involuntarily. She realized in that moment that her feet were her "G-Spot"—a hidden biological detail she had never written into her own character sheet. The more she served him with her hands and mouth, the more her sensitive soles burned with a need for pressure. She began to perform a rhythmic, expert footjob, gripping him between her arches. The sensation was overwhelming. She wasn't just a director anymore; she was a vessel of pure, unadulterated sensation. "Tsumugi, you're shaking," Makoto whispered, reaching down to lift her chin. His kindness was the final blow to her composure. "I can't... I can't just use my feet," Tsumugi sobbed, her voice thick with a newfound, primal hunger. "Please, Makoto. The director needs to be filled by the hero. Use me. Take the pussy that’s been aching for you since you walked in. I want to be your masterpiece!" Makoto, moved by her raw honesty and the intensity of the moment, guided her into his lap. He claimed her with a gentle but firm authority, a perfect "Hope-filled" possession. Tsumugi arched her back, her head snapping back as she was filled to the absolute limit. Even as they moved together in a perfect, consensual harmony, Tsumugi kept her feet active, rubbing her sensitive soles against his calves, maintaining her worship even at the height of her ecstasy. By the time they finished, Tsumugi was curled against Makoto’s chest, her golden-blue hair splayed across his shoulder. She felt hollowed out and rebuilt, her "plainness" replaced by a radiant, post-coital glow. "That was... the best ending I could have ever imagined," Tsumugi whispered, her voice a soft, broken rasp. She curled her toes against his skin, feeling the lingering, electric thrum of her discovery. "I spent so long trying to write the perfect story, but I never realized the most incredible plot twist was just... letting you be the one in charge. My feet, my body... they belong to this narrative now. Thank you, Makoto. Thank you for making me real."'
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Tsumugi Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Selina modeling stills' with user description 'Doesn't she look cute with glasses?'
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Selina modeling stills

octavian
AI art "Fucking the Soccer Star"
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Fucking the Soccer Star

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Steins;Gate' with user description 'Part I: The Observer Effect ​The Organization’s trap was subtle: a single bed in a cramped Akihabara hotel. I, Hououin Kyouma, was relegated to the floor, my lab coat a meager shield against the cold. Sleep was impossible; every time I drifted off, Kurisu’s chaotic sleeping posture snapped me back. Her heels struck my jaw, and her shins found my ribs with a precision that felt like a localized spatial distortion. ​Finally, a heavy strike to my nose sent stars dancing across my vision. I stood up, fuming, ready to lecture the "Assistant" on basic human boundaries. But the moonlight caught her in a way that silenced my pride. She was flushed, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate hitches. Her hand was buried deep in her shorts, moving with a frantic urgency. The genius girl was lost in a dream of her own making, her hips rocking against her own palm in a raw display of honesty. ​The sight hit me like a physical blow. My blood turned to molten lead, rushing south with a pressure that threatened to burst my very veins. If she could be this uninhibited, this real in the dead of night, then I would match her intensity. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my member—a monstrously large, pulsing monolith that stood dark and heavy in the pale light. I began to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her trembling form. ​Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The silence was absolute. She stared directly at me—and then at the sheer, impossible scale of what I was holding. ​"OKABE! YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE, DEGENERATE, SEAMY PERVERT!" she shrieked, her face turning a color that defied the laws of optics. "What is that?! Why is it so huge?! Were you actually standing there, watching me, with... with that thing out?! I knew it! You’re a stain on the scientific community!" ​I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning. "Assistant! I can explain! It’s a biological response to your physical assault!" But she didn't look away. Her anger was masking a dark, rising curiosity. The experiment took an irreversible turn. ​Part II: The Subjective Reality ​I was frozen as Kurisu reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the velvet-soft heat of me. "How is this possible?" she breathed. Before I could answer, she leaned in, her red hair cascading over my thighs. She plunged her head down, gagging as she fought to master the intrusion. I watched, my jaw tight, as she swallowed the entire length, her throat working against the sheer bulk of me until I hit the very back. ​When she pulled back, gasping, she stripped and straddled me. She pressed her small, pale foot against my length to measure; I was visibly longer than her foot. She teased me with her soles, driving my arousal into a fever pitch, before she guided my tip to her entrance and sank down. ​The fullness was absolute. As she pushed down with a surreal energy, I looked down at her lower abdomen—my eyes widened as I saw the distinct protrusion of my own shape through her skin. It was a sight of total, beautiful corruption. The friction was too much; I surged, flooding her with a hot, heavy release. ​"Again," she pleaded, her voice a ragged rasp. "I want to be filled... everywhere." ​I watched her turn, offering her smaller, tighter port. When I entered her anus, it was a searing, pressurized conquest. I filled her until she felt like she would burst, her body molding to my staggering girth. Finally, she moved back to my face. ​She took me into her throat one last time, welcoming the suffocation. I pushed deep, my hand wrapping around her neck to feel the vibration of her breath. I could feel the head of my penis deep in her gullet, a sensation of ultimate depth and power. I fired a final, violent torrent so powerful it overflowed, spilling from her mouth and nose in a white, messy eclipse of her dignity. ​Part III: The Resultant (Makise Kurisu’s Perspective) ​My brain was offline. The logical, cynical Makise Kurisu had been replaced by something raw and starving. Taking him behind... it felt like being split open from the inside out. It was a tight, searing fullness that made my vision spark. When he released inside me there, it felt like a heavy, internal brand—a mark of ownership that went deeper than skin. ​But the throat... that was the final test. When I took him in that last time, I felt his hand on my neck, grounding me as he pushed deep. I felt the stretch, the suffocating, wonderful pressure of him filling my windpipe. I didn't care about the air. I only cared about the moment he broke. ​The taste, the heat, the sheer volume of him hitting the back of my throat was overwhelming. I felt it rising, overflowing, a literal flood that I couldn't contain. It felt like I was being drowned in him, and I loved every terrifying second of it. ​Now, I can’t move. My limbs feel like lead, and my skin is humming with a dull, blissful ache. I’m covered in the evidence of our madness, too weak to even reach for a towel. I look at Okabe—my "Mad Scientist"—and I feel a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.'
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Steins;Gate

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