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AI art 'Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway.'
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Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings on the subway.

kokoroto
AI art 'selfie'
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selfie

jlixard
AI art "Walkies with Anya"
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Walkies with Anya

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

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Women in Uniform' with user description '🫡'
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Women in Uniform

usagi77
AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs money 9' with user description 'After escaping the craziness of the military, Cyndel just wanted to get back to work doing simple work. She heard the local bakery was hiring. Knowing the communities love for donuts, she said, "Why not?" One day a customer came in with a very specific request: "One glazed donut please." "Sure," she said. "What's the name and is that for takeout?" "Name's Terror2," he said "And it's actually a delivery for you." "Oh," she said. "Well, this is what happens when I let Octavian hold contests." She pulled down her panties, bent over and let Terror2 do the rest. Afterwards, she looked at Terror2 and smiled. "Yeah, you're paying for all that bread you glazed."'
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Cyndel Vale needs money 9

octavian
AI art 'Compromising Positions' with user description 'Sometimes, you just can’t wait.'
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Compromising Positions

usagi77
AI art "A S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Girl"
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A S.P.E.C.I.A.L. Girl

thoughtzi
AI art 'PDA'
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PDA

usagi77
AI art "Bowsette > Peach"
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Bowsette > Peach

zuzul
AI art 'Tomb Raider'
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Tomb Raider

surbgent
AI art 'The Quietest Sin' with user description 'The afternoon sun is bleeding through the high stained-glass windows, turning the dust motes into gold. It’s the dead hour of the day—too late for classes, too early for dinner. The only sound is the rhythmic, rhythmic thump of the librarian’s stamps and the occasional rustle of her skirts as she patrols the upper mezzanine. ​Vesper never cared for the curriculum, but she has a deep appreciation for the architecture of a secret. Tucked into the deepest corner of the 'Forbidden History' aisle, where the shelves are tall enough to swallow the world, she’s rewrite the rules of the room. The space between 'study partners' and 'accomplices' has completely dissolved into the heat of the afternoon. ​Every shallow breath is a war against the oppressive silence; every sliding silk strap feels like a thunderclap in the stillness. She’s turned this sanctuary of knowledge into a feverish, high-stakes game of hide and seek. ​Vesper: (Her voice a ghost of a whisper against your neck, cold and deliberate) "Shhh... do you hear her? Her heels are clicking on the marble, just one aisle over. She’s looking for a book that isn't where it belongs." ​Partner: "Vesper, stop... if she peers through the gaps in the shelves, she'll see everything..." ​Vesper: (Tracing the line of your pulse with a slow, teasing fingernail, her eyes dark with a predatory calm) "That’s why you’re going to stay perfectly still. No shaking. No gasping. Just the weight of my hand and the risk of being ruined in broad daylight. If you can keep your composure while she’s standing right behind that shelf... I might just let you see what happens in the final chapter."'
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The Quietest Sin

cef_ultra
AI art 'Rias Gremory bunny'
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Rias Gremory bunny

kokoroto
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Không có tiêu đề

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AI art "Getting fucked by misty at the beach"
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Getting fucked by misty at the beach

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AI art
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Không có tiêu đề

sagajay
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

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Không có tiêu đề

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AI art "Hot Secretary"
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Hot Secretary

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AI art 'Mia'
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Mia

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