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AI art 'The New redhed.' with user description 'Chose your favorite! Even if is not redhead.'
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The New redhed.

cef_ultra
AI art "Ankha's urges"
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Ankha's urges

terror2
AI art 'A glitch in the bloodline. ⚡⛓️' with user description 'Hanna breathes in, Yuki breathes out. It’s a closed circuit, a high-voltage trap that doesn't need an audience to stay lit. We’ve ripped the silk and sharpened the edges until the air between them started to bleed neon. This isn't a pose; it’s a synchronized heartbeat. One is the trigger, the other is the recoil. If you step too close to the screen, you might just feel the shock. They aren't just sisters—they’re a fever you can't wake up from.'
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A glitch in the bloodline. ⚡⛓️

cef_ultra
AI art "🏳️‍🌈 Journey Across The Rainbow 🏳️‍🌈"
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🏳️‍🌈 Journey Across The Rainbow 🏳️‍🌈

terror2
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
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slookarijj
AI art 'Ada in china dress'
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Ada in china dress

ott8895
AI art 'Mavis with Double Twintails'
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Mavis with Double Twintails

user_3_10
AI art "[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office lady all nighter part 2"
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[REPOST/REVAMP] - Office lady all nighter part 2

salazar01
AI art "Contaminated by evil"
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Contaminated by evil

zuzul
AI art "🏳️‍🌈 Rainbow-Haired Waifus 🏳️‍🌈"
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🏳️‍🌈 Rainbow-Haired Waifus 🏳️‍🌈

octavian
AI art "Love Live Magazine Photoshoots"
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Love Live Magazine Photoshoots

donkeykong
AI art "Lucina bunny girl"
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Lucina bunny girl

wesley33
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peeppeep
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tamav1
AI art 'Rapunzel (Disney) x Sindel (Mortal Kombat)' with user description 'Rapundel Rapundel was not born a helpless princess locked in a tower—she was born into a kingdom steeped in ancient magic, where royal blood carried power tied to voice, will, and soul. Her mother, the queen, possessed a legendary ability: a voice that could command, shatter, and enchant. It was said her song could calm storms—or unleash them. When the queen died under mysterious circumstances, that power did not vanish. It passed to Rapundel. But she was only an infant, and such power was dangerous in untrained hands. Fearing what she might become—or what others might turn her into—the royal court hid the truth. A secret faction within the kingdom conspired to contain her, staging her disappearance and placing her in isolation under the watch of a false caretaker. The tower was never meant to protect Rapundel. It was meant to suppress her. As she grew, her magic manifested not through her voice alone, but through her hair—long, radiant strands acting as conduits for her latent power. Each golden thread held echoes of her lineage, capable of healing, controlling, or even draining life depending on her will. But without knowledge of her heritage, her abilities remained unstable… emotional… reactive. Like Sindel, her true strength was tied to identity—and memory. For years, whispers haunted her—fragments of lullabies that felt more like commands, dreams of a throne she had never seen, and a voice within her own that did not feel entirely her own. It wasn’t until a moment of intense fear and anger that her power erupted. The tower trembled. The air screamed. Her hair lashed out like living energy, and for the first time, she heard it— Her true voice. Not soft. Not gentle. Commanding. In that moment, something awakened—not just power, but presence. The spirit of her mother, bound within her bloodline, began to surface. Whether it was guidance, possession, or something in between… Rapundel could not tell. What she did know was this: She was never meant to be hidden. As she stepped beyond the tower, her journey was no longer about escape—it was about reclamation. Of her throne. Of her identity. Of the truth behind her mother’s death. And like Sindel, she would learn that her voice was not just a gift— It was a weapon. One that could bring kingdoms to their knees… or raise them from ruin.'
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Rapunzel (Disney) x Sindel (Mortal Kombat)

user_3_10
AI art 'Loona_(hellofa boss)' for prompt: '1furry, Loona, grey fur, medium perky breasts, upper 1/3 of frame, pierced ears, demonic clothes, fishnets, loose fitting black crop top, pleated checkered miniskirt, big ass, looking at viewer, seductive, kneeling open legs,(good dog pose), clothing tattered, completely covered nipples,lewd, sweaty, submissive, hellhound, red eyes, sharp teeth, pentagram background, Enochian wards, sigils, runes'
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Loona_(hellofa boss)

norsedemonlord
AI art 'Goth Baddies pt.2' with user description 'Yessssssssss'
15

Goth Baddies pt.2

whyyee
AI art 'DemonSlayer BloodMoon Arc Tanjirou 2' with user description 'Tanjirou, angry at being caught in such an easy trap and full of rage throws a wild punch, not realizing that his strength is completely gone. After a counterpunch that hurt more than was expected, he is push against the wall with ease. With each touch form the Demon, Tanjirou falls deeper into demon's trap. inhibitions and desire that were never there rise out of Tanjirou and the demon inside is let out.'
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DemonSlayer BloodMoon Arc Tanjirou 2

invictus
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