bandaid

AI art 'Introducing Shade: Rock, Leather & Dust' with user description 'Stage is her home and the microphone is her weapon. Officially introducing Shade, our ultimate rockstar frontwoman. 🤘✨ Leather pants, a cowboy hat, and an attitude that never takes 'no' for an answer. This character is a tribute inspired by a character I saw navigating in social media, designed for those who love danger and great music. Shade isn't here to ask for permission; she’s here to give you the show of a lifetime. Welcome the new queen of the stage!'
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Introducing Shade: Rock, Leather & Dust

cef_ultra
AI art "Yuiko"
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Yuiko

jlixard
AI art 'Strip Club'
8

Strip Club

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

wesley33
AI art "Idea for next character"
5

Idea for next character

wesley33
AI art 'Mikan Casting' with user description 'Mikan Tsumiki sat on the edge of the sterile clinic bed, her fingers trembling as she nervously twisted the hem of her apron. Beside her, Chiaki Nanami sat with her usual calm, tilting her head as she listened to the nurse’s unusually frantic, yet strangely wistful, rambling. The African sun beat down outside the open window, but the air inside was thick with Mikan’s embarrassment and a lingering, dazed heat. "C-Chiaki-san, you won't believe what happened when I was volunteering at that hospital... in that faraway country," Mikan began, her face flushed a deep, bruised crimson. "I was so lonely and... and desperate for someone to look at me without hating me. One of my patients, a very kind old man, saw how much I tripped and fell. He told me a local legend... he said that if a girl goes seven days without wearing any panties to work, the man of her life would finally appear and claim her." Chiaki blinked, her expression unreadable. "Seven days... that seems like a high-risk strategy for someone as clumsy as you, Mikan-san." "I know! I was so scared!" Mikan wailed, her eyes tearing up. "But I did it. For six days, I went to that hospital completely bare under my skirt. And every single day, I tripped. I fell over gurneys, I slipped on spilled saline... everyone saw everything. I was so humiliated, but I kept thinking about the legend. Then... the seventh day came." Mikan’s breathing hitched, her hands moving to her lap as if to shield herself from the memory. "I was carrying a tray of bandages through the main ward when my heel caught on a floor tile. I did my most pathetic fall yet—legs wide, skirt up over my waist, exposing my **Pussy** to the entire room. But instead of laughing or looking away... they all stopped. Doctors, orderlies, even some of the recovering patients. They all stood up and... and they took their penises out. They told me the legend was true, and that they were all there to 'evaluate' me." "Evaluate you?" Chiaki asked softly. "I-It was consensual, I promise! I wanted it so badly! I wanted to be needed!" Mikan cried out, her voice dropping to a shamed whisper. "The **Gangbang** started right there on the ward floor. It was a total physical exorcism. I was surrounded by dozens of men. They started with a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. I was forced into a **Deepthroat** by the lead surgeon, then an orderly... it was a continuous stream of flesh. My jaw ached, but I didn't care. I felt so useful." Mikan’s eyes rolled back slightly, lost in the sensory overload of the memory. "Then they moved to the rest of me. Because there were so many of them, they decided to maximize my capacity. I was subjected to a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging my very soul. I had a doctor in my **Anus** and a patient in my pussy at the same time. The girth of them... the way they moved in opposite rhythms... it stretched my frame until I thought I would break. I was screaming, Chiaki-san! I was **cumming** so hard my vision went white, but they wouldn't let me stop." "That sounds... intense," Chiaki noted. "It was a massacre of my inhibitions!" Mikan gasped. "They rotated for hours. I was being used by every man in that building. And the finale... it was a **Bukkake** like nothing I’ve ever seen. They lined up, a wall of men, and they all unleashed their **cum** directly into my throat and over my face. It was a white tidal wave. It covered my face, my hair, my uniform... it was even in my eyes. I was drowning in it." Mikan leaned closer to Chiaki, her expression a mix of terror and a dazed, broken smile. "But Chiaki-san... the legend said the man of my life would appear. But they *all* did it. They all finished inside me and over me. The fluid began to overflow. Because they held my mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, white cream through my sinuses. I felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from my **nose**, and a faint, trickling warmth even reached my **ears**. I was internally flooded. The problem is... I don't know which one of them is the one! I don't know who my husband is supposed to be because I loved what all of them did to me! What do I do? Am I supposed to marry all of them?" Chiaki reached out and patted Mikan’s hand. "I think... you might have just won a very complicated multiplayer game, Mikan-san."'
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Mikan Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Chapter#01, The Chosen: Sarah. part 3.' with user description 'And don't forget, if you see something strange, it's because all of this is just a dream...'
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Chapter#01, The Chosen: Sarah. part 3.

dreamwalker
AI art "Projekt Melody slime girl"
4

Projekt Melody slime girl

henderblur
AI art 'Neli's day off.' with user description 'Neli is a very athletic, brave, and assertive girl; she spends her days at the gym or playing sports, and she loves to compete even in sex.'
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Neli's day off.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Toko Casting' with user description 'The dimly lit corner of the library smelled of old parchment and stagnant air—a fitting sanctuary for the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. Toko Fukawa sat huddled in her high-collared school uniform, her long braids frayed and her glasses sliding down her nose. She gripped her fountain pen so hard her knuckles were white, her eyes darting around the room with a mixture of intense self-loathing and a hidden, burning desire to be noticed. The Casting Transcript: Toko Fukawa (The Ultimate Writing Prodigy) 1. Identity: Name, age, and job? "T-Toko Fukawa... I'm 18, though I don't see why that matters to a g-glaring voyeur like you! I'm an author... a p-prodigy, though most people are too stupid to appreciate my prose!" 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? "To be by Master Byakuya’s side! To be his shadow, his footstool, his... everything! I want to live in a world where he finally acknowledges that I'm the only one worthy of his d-disdain!" 3. Hobbies: Games, movies, and anime you love? "I read! I don't waste time with flickering screens! Though... I suppose I’ve seen Misery—it’s a very romantic movie about dedication. And I’ve heard of Danganronpa, but the writing is far too pulpy for a p-professional like me!" 4. Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Byakuya Togami! There is no one else! But if I must choose fiction... perhaps Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. His obsession is... acceptable." 5. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I need the money to b-buy Master Byakuya a gift he can’t ignore! And... I need a release for these... 'darker' thoughts I have. I expect to be treated with the absolute lack of respect I d-deserve!" 6. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? "D-Don't look at me like that! It's a 10! But only in my head! In reality, it's t-terrifying... but I can't stop thinking about it!" 7. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'BLOOD.' Because if I see it, or if you say it, she might come out... and you don't want to meet the other me." 8. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "Fine! Capture my 'filth' in 8K! Let the world see how d-degraded a genius can become!" 9. The Agreement: Describe the "Anal Only" encounter? "Listen closely! You are only allowed to touch my Anal opening! Nothing else! My front... my purity... that is saved strictly for Master Byakuya! My 'back door' is just a pit of filth anyway—it's the only part of me that's appropriate for someone like you to use. I want to be taken from behind, treated like a d-disposable object, until I'm completely filled back there!" The Scene: "The Author’s Back-Page Secret" The setting was a cold, iron-framed bed in a dark room. Toko refused to take off her glasses or unbind her braids. She hiked up her pleated skirt, keeping her blouse buttoned to the chin, and presented herself from behind. Her 18-year-old body was trembling, a frantic vibration of nerves and suppressed excitement. "J-Just get it over with!" she hissed, burying her face in a dusty pillow. The scene was a study in isolation. Her partner—a man she refused to even look at—approached her from the rear. The Anal penetration was sudden and unforgiving. Toko let out a muffled shriek into the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets. She didn't let him touch her anywhere else; her hands stayed far away from her "sacred" front, which remained untouched and dry, reserved in her mind for a man who would never want it. He moved with a heavy, rhythmic thud, his size stretching her "filth" to the absolute limit. Toko’s mind raced, weaving a dark, tragic narrative out of the friction. She began to moan—a high, stuttering sound that she tried to choke back. The sensation of being used in the one place she deemed "worthless" was strangely liberating. As the climax hit, she demanded he finish deep inside her rear. He complied, a pressurized Anal Creampie that filled her to the brink. When he withdrew, Toko didn't move. She lay there, her skirt hiked up, her 18-year-old rear visibly gaped and leaking a thick, white stream onto her thighs. Her pussy remained dry and "pure" for her Master, but her back was a ruined, overflowing mess of his victory. Toko looked back over her shoulder at the camera, her glasses fogged and her face a mask of lewd, self-loathing bliss. "There... I hope you're h-happy," she panted, her voice trembling. "Now give me my p-payment so I can go buy Master Byakuya his golden cufflink!"'
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Toko Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Melody's show"
8

Melody's show

henderblur
AI art
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Sin título

barry915
AI art 'Silver wolf' with user description 'Some casual images of silver wolf, some of her playing games, you know she ain't playing fair'
8

Silver wolf

ruinous
AI art '"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY." new characters.' with user description 'In an advanced society where monsters, aliens, dimensional beings, demons, etc., all coexist, there is a very special school: the Umbra Nexus Academy (U.N.A.). A highly prestigious academy, renowned for its high quality. Actually, it's because of the tremendous orgies that take place there, since it's a mixed school where everything is present. Hundreds of teenagers discovering their own bodies and those of their elders. All in the name of science.'
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"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY." new characters.

crow-7w7
AI art 'What would the girls from the club be like if they were zombies?' with user description 'This question popped into my head and I couldn't ignore it, so here they are as zombies.'
4

What would the girls from the club be like if they were zombies?

crow-7w7
AI art 'picture sharing'
8

picture sharing

zuzul
AI art "Bathtime with Janice"
5

Bathtime with Janice

octavian
AI art "Melody the Virgin Killer"
6

Melody the Virgin Killer

henderblur
AI art 'New design character'
5

New design character

tamav1
AI art "Uma musume"
11

Uma musume

livinwe
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