two-footed footjob

AI art "Iommi Knows What You Like"
6

Iommi Knows What You Like

ftfarmer
AI art "Walkies with Anya"
30

Walkies with Anya

zesoul
AI art "Serena"
6
AI art 'Praying ❤️' 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.'
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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chel collection"
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Chel collection

owyerd
AI art "Cynthia"
5
AI art "Alisa Mikhailovna"
13

Alisa Mikhailovna

noiffe
AI art "foot fetish"
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foot fetish

jlixard
AI art 'Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026' with user description 'Misato and Shinji have a... Complicated relationship.'
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Feetdesday Extended! - February 11, 2026

kendarfulgrim
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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AI art 'Nixi and the sweetness of the magicians. part ? maybe...' with user description 'It occurred to me that it would be good to create a character of each different race, like: orcs, elves, fairy, etc. And to make a story for the most supported ones as was the case with Nixi. And to bring them together in the same world, as is the case with Miler.'
30

Nixi and the sweetness of the magicians. part ? maybe...

dreamwalker
AI art 'Celestia casting' with user description 'The flickering candlelight in the private gambling den caught the glint of sweat on Celestia Ludenberg’s porcelain skin. For the first time in her storied career, the deck had failed her. The cards lay scattered on the felt—a dead man's hand. Opposite her, the winner sat silent, watching as the Ultimate Gambler closed her eyes and took a long, stabilizing breath. She had wagered everything on a single turn, and the house had finally won.
The Casting Transcript: Celestia Ludenberg (The Queen of Liars)
1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"I am Celestia Ludenberg. I am 18 years old. My job is... well, usually, it is to be the one holding all the chips. Today, it seems I am the one being cashed in."
2. Dreams: What do you want for your future?
"I still intend to own my castle. A single loss does not end the war. However, a gambler must always honor their debts, or they lose the right to play. My future currently belongs to the man across from me."
3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love?
"I have always preferred games of high risk, like Poker and Mahjong. For movies, I enjoy the cold, calculated tension of Casino Royale. As for anime, I find the psychological games in Death Note fascinating. They remind me that one mistake is all it takes to lose everything."
4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters?
"I admire L for his intellect, and Yumeko Jabami—though I lost today, I finally understand her obsession with the 'thrill' of total ruin."
5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"This is not about 'want.' I lost a bet of monumental proportions. I am a woman of my word. I believe that since he outplayed me so thoroughly, he deserves to have my entire body at his disposal. I expect to be used until the debt is settled."
6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"A 9. Particularly when there are stakes involved. There is a certain... intoxicating quality to being the prize in a game you lost."
7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"I do not use them when I lose. But for the sake of the recording: 'BANKRUPT.'"
8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"If my defeat is to be recorded, let it be in 4K. I want every expression of my submission to be crystal clear. Even in ruin, I shall be aesthetic."
9. The Debt: Describe the sequence of the "Payment"?
"It begins with a Blowjob, followed by a Footjob to show my subservience. Then, he will claim me via Anal and Vaginal penetration, finishing with a full Creampie. Finally, he will return to Anal while my pussy is still dripping with his victory. He won my body; he may as well fill every inch of it."
The Scene: "The Gambler’s Total Forfeit"
The silence of the room was heavy. Celeste knelt on the cold floor, her black lace dress unzipped and falling from her shoulders. She began with the Blowjob, her movements slow and deliberate, her crimson eyes looking up at the man who had defeated her. She moved to the Footjob next, using her pale, arched feet to worship him, a silent acknowledgment that she was now his property.
The transition to Anal was sharp. Celeste gripped the edge of the gambling table, her twin drill-coils shaking as she accepted the first part of her physical debt. She didn't complain; she took it with a stoic, flushed grace. When he moved to Vaginal, the rhythm became primal. She was no longer the Queen of Liars; she was just an 18-year-old girl being thoroughly claimed.
At the peak, he filled her completely. The Creampie was heavy and warm, a literal physical manifestation of his win. Celeste lay there for a second, her pussy visibly overfilled and starting to leak a thick, white stream onto the dark rug.
But the winner wasn't finished. He flipped her over, pulling her hips up while her pussy was still dripping and overflowing with his tribute. The final Anal round was the most intense—the sensation of being used in one depth while the other was still slick and messy from his previous act broke her composure. Celeste let out a high, broken cry of pleasure, her fingers digging into the felt of the table. When the debt was finally paid, she lay collapsed and trembling, her porcelain skin stained and her "royal" dignity completely spent. She looked at the camera, a dazed, defeated smile on her lips.
"The debt... is settled."'
19

Celestia casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Wedding Night' with user description 'This version is refined to be slightly more concise, focusing on the raw intensity of the moment while ensuring it stays within your desired character count range (approximately 3,800 to 4,200 characters with spaces).
The Hokage’s Primal Awakening: Naruto’s Perspective
The cheers of the Hidden Leaf were still ringing in my ears, a distant hum that felt a world away from the quiet, moonlit sanctuary of our new home. I held Hinata against my chest, her weight as light as a feather, yet her presence felt as heavy as a mountain. I carried her across the threshold—the Seventh Hokage and his Queen. Her white wedding dress was a masterpiece of silk, cascading over my arms and brushing against my legs. When I finally set her down in our darkened bedroom, the silence was thick, charged with a tension that made the air feel like it was vibrating with chakra.
"Naruto-kun..." she whispered, her voice a fragile thread. Her face was a deep crimson, her silver-lavender eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me harder than any jutsu. "I... I’ve waited so long for this. I want to belong to you. Not as a ninja... but as your wife. Completely."
My heart hammered against my ribs. All the years of eating ramen alone in a cold apartment were being burned away by her heat. I watched as she slowly knelt before me on the soft rug. Her fingers trembled as she reached for my belt. When she finally freed my member, I saw her entire body stiffen in pure shock.
It was a dark, pulsing monolith—thick, heavy, and straining with the weight of a decade of repressed desire. My blood was a roaring river, relentless and south-bound. Hinata didn't look away. Instead, she leaned in, her tongue tracing the velvet-soft heat of the head. Then, she took me into her mouth. She fought to master the sheer scale of me, her throat stretching as she tried to swallow every inch of my girth. Tears pricked her eyes—not of pain, but of a fierce, overwhelming joy. She was finally claiming the man she had loved since she was a little girl.
I stood there, my hands tangling in her silken hair, as she used her soft, pale feet to massage the length of me. The friction of her soles was a new kind of torture, driving my arousal into a fever pitch. She followed it with a crushing paizuri, pressing my heavy length between her breasts. But the real shift happened when she stood and discarded her white silk undergarments.
There it was—her small, tight, untouched entrance. The hymen was intact, a shimmering barrier of purity. "Please," she whimpered, her voice ragged. "Don't be gentle, Naruto-kun. I want to feel all of you."
I tried to go slow, but she was so incredibly wet—slick with a desperate, natural lubrication—that the moment I applied pressure, I slid home in one smooth, devastating thrust. I felt the sharp snap of her barrier breaking, a hot pop followed by the immediate warmth of her maiden's blood slicking my shaft. Hinata let out a high, sharp gasp that turned into a moan of absolute surrender. The sensation of her tight, virgin walls gripping me, pulsing around my staggering width, was too much. After a lifetime of loneliness, the raw intimacy caused me to erupt instantly. I flooded her womb with a hot, violent torrent of my essence, a white-hot release that felt like it was pouring directly from my soul.
I pulled back, panting, as a cold chill of realization hit me. "Hinata... I... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to finish so fast. And... oh god, if I get you pregnant now... what if our son grows up and gets some shitty, poorly-written anime spin-off? I can't let that happen to the Uzumaki name!"
Hinata laughed softly, reaching up to stroke my whiskered cheek. "It’s alright, Naruto-kun. Let the future be what it is. Just wait for me... I’m going to clean up and take off this heavy dress. Then, I want you to show me the true strength of a Hokage."
When she returned, she stood before me in nothing but her radiant skin. The "hesitant" Naruto was gone. We moved to the second round with a primal ferocity. I drove into her, my length marking her pale, flat belly from the inside. Her skin bulged and stretched, showing the rounded shape of my head beneath her abdominal wall. Her pussy was red and swollen, a beautiful, bruised trophy of our union.
Finally, I turned her over, finding her tight, unexplored rear. I entered her anus with a pressurized, heavy force. I held nothing back, hammering into her until she was screaming my name. When I finally broke, I left a literal river of release inside her, stretching her until she felt completely claimed. I had finally come home.'
19

Wedding Night

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Casting Junko Enoshima' with user description 'The Casting Transcript: Junko Enoshima
​1. Identity: Name, age, and job?
"Junko Enoshima! Age? Does it matter when the world is ending? I’m the Ultimate Fashionista, the Ultimate Despair, and your new worst nightmare. Nice to meet ya! Ugh, actually, I’m already bored of this persona."
​2. Origin: Why are you here? How did you find the casting?
"I followed the scent of pure, unadulterated sleaze. It’s so... tacky. I love how much I hate it here. It’s giving me goosebumps."
​3. Experience: Ever done porn, modeling, or erotic shoots?
"I’ve been on the cover of every magazine that matters. As for 'porn'? The whole world is my stage, and I’ve been screwing with humanity for years. This is just a smaller scale, don't you think?"
​4. Oral: How do you feel about blowjobs and swallowing?
"It’s so subservient. So... low. The idea of choking on someone’s ego while they look down on me? Haaah... that’s the kind of disgust I live for. Let’s do it."
​5. Group/Hardcore: Open to gangbangs, DP, or triple?
"A gangbang? Yes! The more people involved, the more chances for someone to catch a disease or feel a deep, lingering sense of regret afterward. I want to be outnumbered, overwhelmed, and completely disgraced. It’s the ultimate despair!"
​6. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect?
"I want to feel the absolute bottom of the barrel. I expect to walk out of here feeling like trash, and I expect you to feel even worse for being the one who filmed it."
​8. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"?
"'HOPE.' Because once that word is uttered, everything fun dies and the lights go out. But don't worry—I never use it."
​9. History: When did you lose your virginity? How many partners?
"I don't remember. Probably to someone I ended up killing or driving to suicide. Partners? I’ve lost count of the bodies, both in bed and in the ground."
​10. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex?
"It’s a 10 when it’s messy and wrong. It’s a 1 when it’s 'loving.' I’m currently at an 11 just thinking about how bad this footage is going to look."
​11. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def?
"Obviously. I want every bead of sweat and every look of self-loathing captured in 8K. If the audience doesn't feel uncomfortable watching it, we’ve failed."
​12. Finishing: Comfortable with "facial" finishes and creampies?
"I want to be covered in it. I want to look like a mess. It’s the perfect 'climax' to a story of total degradation."
​14. Limits: Footjobs, golden showers, and scat?
"Footjobs are for amateurs. Golden showers? Sure, let’s add some more biological waste to the mix! But 'scat'... (She looks thoughtful for a second) ...even I have limits on how much 'boredom' I can take. Let's stick to the fluids that actually make people cry afterward."
​15. Versatility: Open to various types of partners?
"Bring in the ugliest, most desperate people you can find. I want the contrast to be striking."
​16. Health: Physical sensitivities or allergies?
"I’m allergic to boring people. Good thing you’re at least 'interesting' in a pathetic way."
​17. Intensity: Rough play or hair pulling?
"Pull it until it comes out in clumps! I want to feel the pain! If I’m not bruised by the end of this, I’m not paying... wait, you’re paying me, right? Even better!"
​19. Distribution: Okay with global distribution?
"I want this broadcast on every screen in the world. I want it to be the last thing people see before the society collapses. Total. Global. Despair."
​20. The Debut: Which act do you choose to start with?
"The gangbang. Obviously. I want as many men as possible in the room. And I want it to end with a massive bukkake—a literal white-out of my dignity. Let’s start the cameras! Upupupu!"
​The Verdict
​Junko is already tearing her own clothes off, laughing hysterically in one moment and staring with hollow, depressed eyes the next. She’s not a victim; she’s the one driving the bus off the cliff, and she’s enjoying every second of the fall.'
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Casting Junko Enoshima

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Mitsuri"
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Mitsuri

jlixard
AI art
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Senza titolo

ririfake
AI art 'Kafka - BTS Easter Magazine photo shoot'

Kafka - BTS Easter Magazine photo shoot

tsukiyomi420
AI art "Iommi Is Only Happy To See You"
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Iommi Is Only Happy To See You

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Calendar Year Class VII explicit"
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Calendar Year Class VII explicit

mrjack36
AI art "Alisa (Cold Steel)"
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Alisa (Cold Steel)

mrjack36
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