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Elise's Big Day

dreamerofdreams
AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"
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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

zuzul
AI art '1000 Followers - ARE YOU SERIOUS!' with user description 'I actually did it! THANK YOU ALL! I am truly grateful for all the support and love for my work and my characters, especially to Cyndel. Shout out to @peterco, @cef_ultra, @zuzul, @warmicestudios and every single person who commented on my work. Now I wouldn't be me if I didn't make a story out of this so: "They like me, they really like me!" Cyndel took in the adulation of her fans and kissed them. "You deserve this! But the gifts didn't stop there. In recognition of her hard work, the fans finally bought her the car she'd been working for! But does this mean the end of Cyndel's story? "Well, before I was doing it for the ride, but I'm the people's waifu, so I do it for them! This isn't the end of my story - it's just the beginning!" Cheers!'
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1000 Followers - ARE YOU SERIOUS!

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

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Trixxie 1/2"
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Trixxie 1/2

zuzul
AI art 'Fern ❤️' with user description 'The night air in the Northern Lands was sharp enough to draw blood, a biting chill that usually signaled the presence of something ancient and hungry. Frieren sat by a dying campfire, her eyes fixed on a tattered map, while Fern stood in the long shadows cast by the ruins they had claimed for the night. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the occasional crackle of wood. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice steady despite the rapid, frantic pounding of her heart against her ribs. "The demon terrorizing this province is not a simple predator. My investigations confirmed a much more disturbing reality. He doesn't just kill for sustenance; he obsesses. He has a fixation—a fetish—for you. He has been enslaving human girls, styling their hair to match yours, and forcing them into a life of servitude in his sanctum. But he doesn't just want a copy. He wants the Legend." Frieren looked up, her green eyes reflecting the fading embers. "It's a troublesome trap, Fern. A mana-dampening field like the one surrounding his lair makes a direct magical assault suicide. We should wait for him to emerge for his next hunt." "We don't have time. Another girl was taken tonight, and the villagers say his 'consecration' rituals usually end in the victim's death once his obsession fades," Fern countered, stepping fully into the light. "I have studied his patterns. He lets his guard down only during the act of intimacy. He enters a trance of pure, hedonistic focus where his mana suppression falters. This is the only way, Mistress. I look enough like you that in the dim, incense-heavy light of his lair, he won't know the difference. I will go in. I will endure him, and when he is at his most vulnerable—at the very moment of his release—I will execute him with a point-blank Zoltraak." Frieren’s eyes narrowed. "Fern, do you truly understand the gravity of this? He is a monster of the old era." "I am a mage," Fern said, her eyes burning with resolve. "My body is a tool for the peace of this land. Please... let me protect the people." The demon’s sanctum smelled of old parchment, sulfur, and a heavy, cloying musk. Fern, her hair styled with painstaking precision to mimic her mentor’s, was not shackled; the demon preferred his "Frieren" to be a willing participant in his fantasy. He was a towering figure of darkness, but as he approached her, his movements were surprisingly slow, almost reverent. "Frieren..." the demon whispered, his clawed hand gently stroking her hair. "Finally, the Silver Witch of the South is mine to mold." He dropped to his knees before her, his touch almost tender as he pressed against her lips. Fern closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting him. She gagged slightly as the sheer, demonic size of him filled her, but the demon was patient, moving with a rhythmic, gentle suction that forced her to accommodate his staggering girth. When he was satisfied, he lifted her onto a stone altar. He moved with a steady, agonizingly slow pressure as he entered her anal passage first. The stretch was immense, a monstrous fullness that made her vision swim, but as he began to move, his pace was hypnotic. He then shifted, guiding his length into her pussy while maintaining a physical connection to her rear with his hands. Soon, he was using both her anal and vaginal paths continuously, a deep, rhythmic movement that filled her entire core with a dark, pulsating heat. The sensation began to change. Against her will, Fern felt her body betraying her mission. The slow, rhythmic friction and the demon's unnatural warmth were too much for her mortal nerves to ignore. She reached her first climax, a silent, shaking peak. The demon hammered into her, but it wasn't a brutal assault—it was a deep, soul-shaking connection. Fern reached a second, even more violent climax as he continued his steady, gentle pace, her body arching off the stone in a spasm of pure pleasure. Finally, the demon’s breathing hitched. His movements became frantic as he reached the peak of his obsession. He let out a guttural moan, his body tensing. At that exact microsecond, the mana-dampening field flickered. Fern didn't hesitate. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with a cold, murderous light. Her hand pointed directly at his throat. "Zoltraak," she whispered. A beam of pure killing magic erupted, vaporizing his head and chest. The weight on her back vanished. Fern lay on the altar for a long time before cleaning herself and walking out to where Frieren was waiting. Frieren wrapped her cloak around Fern’s shoulders, noting the flush on her apprentice’s cheeks. Fern looked down, her voice a soft, honest whisper. "Mistress... that devil was very experienced. He... he made me cum two times." Frieren was silent for a moment, then she simply pulled Fern closer. "Let's find a bathhouse, Fern. You've done enough."'
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Fern ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Foot Worship Altina'
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Foot Worship Altina

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Ideas for a new character?"
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Ideas for a new character?

wesley33
AI art 'Asahina ❤️'
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Asahina ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Saber Summoned by a Fan' with user description 'I materialized in a dimly lit room bathed in rich velvet blue tones—curtains, carpet, even the ornate furniture seemed to pulse with an otherworldly softness. My armor felt heavy, my instincts sharp as always. Before me stood a young man, ordinary yet strangely magnetic, his eyes wide with awe rather than battle lust. "Saber... you're really here," he breathed. He called himself my Master, but proclaimed he was simply a fan. My gaze drifted to a shelf where a detailed action figure of me stood—silver armor gleaming, It was surreal, I touched it.. We spoke quietly at first. His voice was warm, respectful. He asked me to call him Casual Prompter, a nickname that made my lips twitch despite the confusion. I found him very attractive—his easy smile, the way his eyes lingered on me with genuine admiration rather than conquest. No war raged here; he explained I had been summoned by mistake, no Grail to claim. Uncertainty gnawed at me. As a Servant, my purpose was tied to a Master. What now? Honor demanded clarity. He offered the three Command Spells to free me, dissolving the contract if I wished. Freedom called to my knightly soul, yet something in his presence held me. I agreed. The first spell burned across his hand. "Strip down. I want to take some pictures." My cheeks flushed hot. *A knight of Camelot, reduced to this? Yet... his gaze is not cruel. It stirs something warm, forbidden.* Timidly, I unfastened my armor, letting it dissolve into golden motes. My pale skin prickled under his stare, breasts exposed, the curve of my hips and toned legs bare. I covered myself instinctively with one arm, posing awkwardly—back straight like a statue, head slightly bowed. The camera clicked softly. *This exposure... it's humiliating, yet his admiration makes my core tighten. Why does his desire feel like a new oath?* He praised my beauty. The second Command Spell activated. "Suck my cock." *Master's order... I must obey.* Shame flooded me as I knelt, my hands trembling while I freed him from his clothes. He was already hard, impressive. I leaned in, lips brushing the tip. *So intimate, so degrading for a king.* Extremely shy, I tried covering my face with my free hand, eyes squeezed shut as I took him into my mouth. My tongue moved hesitantly, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Salty warmth filled my senses. I bobbed slowly, gagging softly, my other hand shielding my burning cheeks. *Thoughts of duty war with this heat between my thighs. His groans... they please me more than they should.* He thrust gently, and soon he came, thick spurts filling my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, coughing, still hiding my face in embarrassment. Panting, he used the final Command Spell. "Let me fuck your ass and pussy." *Obedience is my path now.* I nodded, voice barely a whisper. He guided me to the velvet bed. First my pussy—he entered slowly, stretching me. I gasped, body arching shyly, legs trembling as I tried to hide my expressions behind my hands. *It burns... yet feels full, right. His hands on my waist ground me.* We talked in broken breaths. "Are you enjoying this, Saber?" His voice was tender. "An almost inaudible yes..." I murmured, face buried in the sheets. *Lies would dishonor me. The pleasure builds despite my knightly pride. This man, my accidental Master, awakens sensations I buried for centuries.* He took my ass next, slick with care. I whimpered, extremely shy, clenching around him as he moved. Pain mixed with sparks of ecstasy. *My body yields so easily. Is this freedom?* He switched between both, thrusting deeper, our bodies slick. When he finally came—first deep in my pussy, then pulling out to fill my anus—I shuddered through my own quiet climax, mind hazy. The contract dissolved with the last spell. I was free. No binding magic tied me. Yet as he caught his breath, surprise in his eyes, I chose to stay. *A naughty reason burns in my core: this submission, his gentle dominance, satisfies a hidden craving. In all my battles, I never felt so desired, so alive in vulnerability. I want more of this pleasure, this intimate conquest. Staying lets me explore it without war's shadow. Time passed in his velvet blue sanctuary. At first, I remained timid during our encounters—blowjobs with hands half-covering my flushed face, sex where I'd bite my lip to stifle moans. But gradually, I loosened. I'd kneel eagerly now, taking him deeper without hiding, eyes locked on his as I sucked with growing hunger. His pleasure is my new quest. During fucking, I'd whisper encouragements, riding him with knightly vigor, ass and pussy offered openly. Shyness melted into playful naughtiness—posing seductively for his pictures, begging softly for his cum. In his arms, motivations shifted. No Grail, no kingdom. Just this man, Casual Prompter, who saw me as both legend and woman. My thoughts, once rigid with duty, now danced with desire. I stayed because true freedom tasted like his cock, addictive and mine to claim'
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Saber Summoned by a Fan

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'A Date With Ember' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the crafty and expressive Ember. Ember would call herself a mechanic. Her customers might prefer to call her a gremlin. She knows her way around a second hand appliance, an old car, or a dusty old robot like no one else, but she’s just as likely to break something and offer you a discount as she is to fix it good as new. And your fridge might have a voice box with a posh British accent by the time she’s done with it. Still, what she lacks in consistency she makes up with aggressive confidence. When things stick to her mental script, that is. Catch her off guard or unprepared and you’ll get to see her shy side. Or you’ll get threatened with a power tool if she’s feeling extra embarrassed. (New OC debut! We’ll be seeing more of her and our final girl in my later stuff.)'
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A Date With Ember

usagi77
AI art 'Happy Mother's Day!' with user description 'In a lot of different countries all over the world May 10th is Mother's Day! Here's a selection of 14 of the hottest moms in videogames, movies, cartoons and anime. (And 1 not so hot.) Do you have a favorite or was she missing from this list? Please share it in the comments down below. (Prompts are hidden because every image was upscaled with the HD Enhance Face tool, making them essentially useless.) In all seriousness, today is the day we should all show some appreciation to the most important woman in our lives. She has been there for you since the very start and you should be thankful for that. If you haven't already done so today, tell her how grateful you are for everything she's done for you. It would probably make her really happy and she deserves it. Bye bye!'
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Happy Mother's Day!

terror2
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

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Casting Mayuri' with user description '​The Official Casting Transcript: Mayuri Shiina ​Identity: Name, age, and job? "Tuturu~! Mayushii’s name is Mayuri Shiina! I’m 18 years old. I work part-time at 'May Queen Nyan-nyan' as a maid, but I’m also Lab Member 002! I’m the one who makes all the costumes for my friends!" ​Dreams: What do you want for your future? "Hmm... Mayushii just wants everyone to stay together forever. I want to see Okarin achieve his big dreams, and I want to find a star that belongs just to me. Oh, and I want to sew a costume so beautiful that it makes everyone gasp with joy!" ​Family: Do you want to get married and have children? "Ehh? Married? (She blushes deeply and giggles) I think being a bride would be like playing dress-up forever! If I found someone as kind as my grandmother was, I’d like to have a big, happy family. We could have picnics under the stars and eat lots of juicy karaage together every single day!" ​Hobbies: Do you play games or watch anime? "Oh, yes! Mayushii watches lots of anime! I really love Cardcaptor Sakura because the costumes are so, so pretty—I want to sew all of them! I also watch Sailor Moon with the other girls. As for games... I’m not very good at the 'shooting' ones like Daru-kun, but I play Animal Crossing on my handheld! It’s so peaceful to just pick fruit. Oh, and I play Project SEKAI too, but my fingers get all tangled on the hard songs!" ​Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Hmm, let’s see! My absolute favorite is Sakura Kinomoto—she’s so brave and her 'Release!' catchphrase is wonderful! I also really like Usagi Tsukino because she’s a bit of a crybaby like me, but she always protects her friends. In my games, I love Isabelle from Animal Crossing because she works so hard! And... I think Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist is so sweet. He’s like a big, warm hug!" ​Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I want to help the Lab! Okarin is always so worried about 'The Organization' and money for his inventions. I expect to take some very pretty pictures that make people feel warm and happy inside!" ​Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like hugs? "Hugs are a 10! A 100! Hugs are like a warm blanket for your soul. They make all the 'scary' things go away." ​Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'JUICY KARAAGE NO. 1!' If Mayushii says that, it means it's time for a snack break or I'm feeling a little bit overwhelmed and need a moment!" ​Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "High-def? Like the fancy cameras Daru-kun talks about? I hope I don't have any crumbs on my face from lunch! Please make sure my hat looks straight." ​Limits: Footjobs, golden showers, and scat? (She tilts her head, looking genuinely puzzled) "A 'footjob'? Is that a new kind of dance? Or maybe I'm helping someone put on their socks? That sounds like a helpful thing to do! But... 'golden showers'? Does that mean standing under a yellow umbrella in the rain? I don't want my costume to get soggy! And the last one... uwah, that sounds very icky! Mayushii likes things to be clean and sparkly like the stars." ​Intensity: Rough play or hair pulling? "Oh no, no! That would be very scary! You have to be very, very gentle with Mayushii, like you’re holding a tiny little Upa bird. If you're mean or rough, Mayushii might start to cry, and then Okarin will get really, really mad at you!" ​The Debut: Which act do you choose to start with? "Since it’s for art, I’ll agree to the 'Nude' poses. It’s a bit embarrassing to be without my clothes, but if the lighting is pretty and it helps my friends, I’ll do my best to stay very still. Tuturu~!" ​The First Set: "Stardust Vulnerability" ​Mayuri stands in the center of the studio, her blue dress and hat carefully folded on a stool nearby. She looks down at her bare body with a shy, curious smile, her hands hovering tentatively over her chest. The bright studio lights catch the soft, porcelain-like curves of her figure, casting gentle shadows that emphasize her innocence'
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Casting Mayuri

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'My Cum Academia' with user description 'While All Might is saving the world, in an alternate universe the superheroines are learning a whole different kind of job.'
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My Cum Academia

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

dreamerofdreams
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Alice in wonderlust

zuzul
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Tanpa Tajuk

ririfake
AI art 'Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1'
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Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1

crow-7w7
AI art "Swallowing cum"
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Swallowing cum

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