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mrka1

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AI art 'Emi, "the glass castle".'

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Emi, "the glass castle".

AI art 'Brihan, More Coffee.'

Brihan, More Coffee.

AI art "Ruka."

Ruka.

AI art "Ruka Sarashina (Kanojo, Okarishimasu). part 1."

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Ruka Sarashina (Kanojo, Okarishimasu). part 1.

tonygmanch

147人のフォロワー • 22人フォロー中

AI art 'Childhood friend'

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Childhood friend

AI art "Date with Shenhe"

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Date with Shenhe

AI art "Milf sensei"

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Milf sensei

AI art "Mona new position"

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Mona new position

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jakkalopers1985

128人のフォロワー • 57人フォロー中

I love sharing my fantasies, I hope you like them too

AI art "I think I see the Dragon Balls"

I think I see the Dragon Balls

AI art "Power up, boobs out"

Power up, boobs out

AI art "Videl's gonna pop"

Videl's gonna pop

AI art "She's powering up"

She's powering up

aaaa79186852

119人のフォロワー • 16人フォロー中

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akfaaf1984

66人のフォロワー • 32人フォロー中

AI art 'japanese sexy idol'

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japanese sexy idol

AI art 'licking after dinner'

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licking after dinner

AI art 'beautiful woman'

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beautiful woman

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empiricalescalator

19人のフォロワー • 1人フォロー中

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komicantcommunicate

108人のフォロワー • 18人フォロー中

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306人のフォロワー • 67人フォロー中

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salazar01

349人のフォロワー • 509人フォロー中

AI art "Office lady comparisons"

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Office lady comparisons

AI art "Office Lady's erotic photoshoot part 7"

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Office Lady's erotic photoshoot part 7

AI art "Office Lady's erotic photoshoot part 6"

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Office Lady's erotic photoshoot part 6

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Office Lady's erotic photoshoot part 5

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suzuka

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meguru

AI art 'bocchi's bocchis'

bocchi's bocchis

dreamwalker

333人のフォロワー • 110人フォロー中

My name is John, but that doesn't matter. Today I'm going to show you my world—the world of dreams. Everything you've seen so far is just an illusion, and everything you'll see from now on is just a dream.

AI art '¡¡DELETED!!.' with user description 'It has been decreed who are the eliminated from the tournament and they are the following girls:
1. Kaelin 28
2. Alita 46
3. Sofi 52
4. Tere 59
5. Mika 60
6. Bell 62
7. Orin 63
8. Nyx 63
9. Aslhey 64
10. Grees 65'

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AI art '"THE KINGDOM OF GEFZELL." Chapter 1. Poly.' with user description 'When the old king died of illness, the new king "Mirto."
As soon as he came to power, he ordered his legionaries to go out and capture a young woman of every species that exists in the kingdom and its surroundings, and so it was that he awaited the hunt of different species. People say that the king wants to create an exotic harem. Poly, who always took a bath in the lake closest to the kingdom, was one of the first young women to be captured.'

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"THE KINGDOM OF GEFZELL." Chapter 1. Poly.

AI art '!!!triple tie for the last elimination!!!.' with user description 'For this first chapter, it was decided that there would be 10 girls eliminated. The first 9 have already been chosen, but there is a three-way tie for the last spot. Who goes and who stays, only you can choose. Every vote counts.
The participants are:
1. Eira
2. Ashley
3. Cyntia.'

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!!!triple tie for the last elimination!!!.

AI art 'COMING SOON!!.' with user description 'To change the content a little and not annoy with the same, tomorrow a mini series of the fantasy characters starts. Thank you very much for the support... and don't forget if you see something strange it's because everything is a dream.😁👏'

COMING SOON!!.

kello985

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Just creating some pervy pics for fellow weirdos.

AI art "Sister Meredith"

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Sister Meredith

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Jasmine's Magic Carpet

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Bowser ❤️ Peach

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Raya & the Last Dragon

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Caught in venoms trap

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Tatsumaki trapped

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Little service

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Taking the goth home

blackhairedstudent

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Hey guys if you like my work leave a like and follow, and if you really liked or have some tips for me to get better or even criticize leave a comment, i love reading them ❤️. I also accept requests... coment a post that you liked that I will try to do one that ressemble it with a girl of your choice... (only girls that have tags) Thanks for being here and have a nice fap

AI art 'Going to a Orc Cosplay event' with user description 'Marin Catching a Ride with 3 friends to a orc cosplay event'

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Going to a Orc Cosplay event

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Yor feet ❤️

AI art 'Nagatoro sleepover' with user description 'The rain wasn’t just falling; it was a seasonal deluge that turned the Tokyo streets into rushing rivers of neon reflection. Nagatoro stood by the wide glass window of a luxury apartment belonging to an upperclassman from the swim club, watching lightning arc across the darkening sky. She had expected a small, quiet hangout with a few girls, but the host had invited five other guys from the university soccer team. With the trains suspended due to flooding and the roads blocked, she was effectively trapped.
The apartment was cavernous, filled with the heavy scent of three large pepperoni pizzas and the frantic, rhythmic sounds of a high-stakes gaming tournament. Nagatoro sat on the edge of the plush sectional, her Switch in handheld mode, trying to maintain her usual armor of cool, mocking indifference.
"So, Nagatoro," one of the guys, a tall striker named Hiro, said as he leaned back, balancing a greasy slice of pizza. "We see you around campus all the time with that skinny art kid. The 'Senpai' guy with the glasses."
Nagatoro didn't look up from her screen, though her fingers tightened slightly on the Joy-Cons. "What about him?"
"Just wondering if you’re actually dating him," another guy added, sliding closer on the sofa until his knee brushed against hers. "You spend every waking hour hovering over him like a shadow. Is he your boyfriend or what?"
Nagatoro let out a sharp, practiced laugh, though it felt hollow in the crowded, testosterone-heavy room. "Him? No way! He’s just a shy, spineless little Senpai I like to toy with. It’s not like that. He couldn't handle a girl like me anyway."
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The casual banter died down, replaced by a focused, predatory energy that made the air feel thick. The five guys exchanged slow, knowing looks. Without the perceived "claim" of her Senpai to shield her, the dynamic in the room transformed into something much more intense.
"If you're not with him," Hiro said, his voice dropping an octave as he set his controller down on the glass table with a definitive *clack*, "then you're officially fair game, right?"
Nagatoro felt a prickle of heat rise up her neck. She tried to muster a biting retort, a classic "gross" or a sharp jab to put them in their place, but the words caught in her throat. The sheer physical presence of five athletic guys surrounding her in the dim light was overwhelming.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, focusing hard on the race on her screen, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"We think you do," another guy whispered, reaching out to slowly trail a finger down the side of her neck. Nagatoro flinched, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away. "You're always acting so tough, Nagatoro. But you're here, the rain is stopping anyone from leaving, and we're all very... interested."
For a long time, she resisted. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, snapping at them to back off and calling them losers. But they didn't flinch. They moved closer, one of them putting a hand on her waist, another leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. They began to ask her more directly, their questions shedding any pretense of subtlety.
"Does he even touch you like this?" Hiro asked, his hand moving firmly to her thigh. "Does he know what to do with a girl like you? Because we do."
Nagatoro stared at the Switch, her vision blurring slightly. She thought of Naoto’s hesitant smiles and then looked at the confident, hungry expressions of the men around her. The weight of the situation, the isolation of the storm, and the constant, rhythmic pressure of their touch began to wear down her defenses. Her grip on the controller loosened.
"I... I told you, he's nothing to me," she stammered, her voice losing its edge.
"Then prove it," Hiro challenged, his face inches from hers. "Forget about the art gallery kid for one night. Stay here with us."
She looked at the door, then back at the window where the rain continued to hammer down, sealing them into this private, heated world. The silent pressure of five sets of eyes waiting for her answer felt like a physical weight. Finally, she let out a long, shaky breath. The rebellious, teasing girl vanished, replaced by someone overwhelmed by the moment.
She slowly reached out and set her Switch face-down on the coffee table, the screen clicking into sleep mode. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over a sudden crash of thunder. "Do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere."
The pizza box was pushed aside to make room. As the storm raged outside, shaking the very foundations of the building, the boundaries of the "sleepover" vanished entirely. The night became a blur of shared heat and frantic energy that lasted until the sun finally broke through the clouds the following morning. When the streets finally dried, Nagatoro left the apartment in the quiet dawn, her usual persona left somewhere behind in the rainy darkness of the night before.'

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Nagatoro sleepover

AI art 'Megumin Has a Plan' with user description 'The mountain pass was a jagged wound, and as Megumin stood there, the silence was more deafening than any blast. Her breathing was ragged, lungs burning from the cold air. The orcs moved with rhythmic certainty, armor clanking like a funeral march. Each step was a vibration she felt in her marrow. The chieftain, a monstrosity of sinew, stood nearly ten feet tall, his breath a wet, predatory growl. He didn't see a threat; he saw a resource, a rare vein of magical ore to be mined until hollow.
As chains snapped around her wrists, the iron felt impossibly cold. The trek was a blur of mud and humiliation. The orcs prodded her with spears, laughing as she stumbled. They took pleasure in seeing the "high and mighty" Crimson Demon reduced to a shivering girl. But as she was dragged through the stone maw of their fortress, Megumin was silently counting footsteps, guard patrols, and the deep hum of the earth that only those with high mana sensitivity could hear.
The breeding pits were in the "Root Chamber," where mountain heat met the dampness of the deep earth. The walls were slick with moss. When they threw her into the straw, the smell was overwhelming—a mixture of sweat and the pungent musk of the horde. To the orcs, she was a silent prize. They took turns entering her cell, their massive bodies crowding the space. They used her with brutal efficiency, their goal to saturate her womb with the seed of the mountain. Day after day, she was a vessel for their urges.
Yet, every time an orc finished, Megumin didn't weep. Instead, she focused on her internal mana gates. She could feel it—the raw, chaotic essence of the orcs was being absorbed into her own spirit. Megumin realized that by refining this "polluted" energy through her suffering, she could create a volatile fuel far more potent than any textbook magic. She was brewing a catastrophe inside her soul, using the acts meant to degrade her as the catalyst for her transcendence.
She mapped the fortress from the inside out. Through the narrow slit in her door, she watched the way the orcs gathered. She noted the structural weak points where the cavern ceiling met support pillars. She was waiting for the perfect alignment of celestial energy and biological saturation. She needed to be full—not just of their seed, but of their collective lifeforce. She became a psychic sponge, soaking up the aggressive nature of the horde until her skin hummed with current.
The orcs’ complacency was her greatest weapon. They stopped shackling her, believing she was too spent to stand. They left her cell door unlocked, knowing she had nowhere to run. They even brought her scraps of meat, treating her like a prized hound that had learned its place. They were so blinded by dominance that they failed to notice her crimson eyes starting to burn with internal fire.
On the night of the Equinox, the stronghold was vulnerable. The orcs were drowned in ale, guards slumped in a stuporous haze. The air in the Root Chamber was thick, pressurized by an impending storm. Megumin stood up, her movements fluid and devoid of the tremors she had faked. Her body was heavy, glowing with a subterranean light that seeped through her skin.
She walked to the center of the Great Hall. Hundreds of orcs lay scattered, snoring in a chorus of filth. She looked at the vaulted ceiling, seeing the lines of power converging. She didn't need words, but she chose them anyway. The chant began as a whisper, a vibration that caused the ale to ripple.
As the first syllable left her lips, the mountain groaned. The orcs stirred, their instincts finally screaming a warning, but it was far too late. The mana she had harvested—every ounce of their strength—was now being converted into pure heat. The air began to ignite, turning into a swirling vortex.
"My name is Megumin!" she cried, her voice a thunderclap shattering the stone pillars. "The one who has walked the path of ultimate magic! Witness the culmination of my sacrifice!"
The explosion inverted the landscape. The pressure disintegrated every orc in a microsecond. The mountain screamed as its structure was rewritten. When light faded, the mountain was gone, replaced by a glass-lined crater. Megumin lay at the center, a smirk of triumph etched onto her face. She had achieved the impossible, and the world would never forget the price she paid for it.'

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Megumin Has a Plan