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AI art "Puurfect magazine 2"
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Puurfect magazine 2

zuzul
AI art 'lake'

lake

zuzul
AI art 'Dark Valentine's day...: Vesper' with user description '​"Forget the roses... give me thorns. 🕸️ ​Valentine's Day always feels a bit too loud for me. I’ve decided to celebrate in my own way—through the art of lace, the glow of a few candles, and a mood that’s as dark as my favorite lipstick. ​This is my tribute to the beauty found in the forgotten corners of the heart. Thank you for appreciating the elegance of the night. I hope you find someone who understands your silence as much as your words. ​With dark affection, Vesper. 🖤🖤"'
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Dark Valentine's day...: Vesper

cef_ultra
AI art "Happy Birthday"
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Happy Birthday

zuzul
AI art 'Chie in Monokuma Day ep1' with user description 'Chie's Story I still can't believe I actually agreed to this. When the "Monokuma Day" challenge was first presented to me, my immediate instinct was to reject it out of hand. But the financial incentive was just too significant to ignore. My family had been facing some unexpected financial hurdles, and more than that, I had been eyeing an incredibly expensive, top-of-the-line police training that I knew I could never afford on my own. To secure that future and help out at home, I decided I could endure one highly unusual day of having my life documented by a cameraman named Black. My alarm blared at 5:00 AM, cutting. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, gonne to the kitchen sat up, and hugged Muku (my dog). "It's going to be a weird day, boy," I whispered into his fur. Before the sun was even up, it was time for my standard routine. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups and 100 squats.. its funny how my hair started to fall after doing it, i focused heavily on my form to keep my mind off the camera lens tracking my movements. Afterward, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. But Black had to come with me and snapped a photo "Hey! Keep the camera angled up, alright?" After a quick breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed to school. Because of the strict school rules, Black had to stay back and couldn't follow me into the classroom. When the final bell rang, I met up with Yukiko, hoping we could head down to the Samegawa River to train together like we usually do. But Yukiko explained that the family inn was completely booked and she had to head straight back to help out. Black and I headed down to the riverbank. I wanted to make the most of the filming, so I turned to Black and asked him to capture a photo of a new high-kick variation I had been practicing. "Hey, when you edit this later, can you add some special effects? Like, a glowing green background and some light shining around my feet and fists? It would look so cool!" After practicing my kicks for over an hour, exhaustion finally caught up with me, my stomach let out a massive growl. I looked at Black, completely unashamed about my appetite, "Alright, I worked hard. You owe me some steak for this!" To my delight, he actually agreed. When we finally arrived back at my place, Black signaled that the most important part of the show was beginning and asked me to undress. My heart started hammering against my ribs. I did it slowly, my hands trembling as I stepped out of my clothes until I was left standing there in just my pink underwear. Despite how nervous I was, I couldn't deny that I i found him attractive.. When he asked me to remove my pink panties and show the camera, he noticed the fabric was a little dirty. I practically died of embarrassment on the spot. "I-I've been wearing this since six in the morning!" I stammered defensively, blushing furiously. "I was running around, training in the dirt, and sweating all afternoon! Of course it's not pristine!" Desperate for a timeout, I told him I needed to pee and take another shower to get properly clean for him. While I was in the bathroom pissing, the door suddenly opened. I froze, my face turning crimson as Black walked right in dick hard in hand. The sheer boldness of it caught me completely off guard, but the proximity stirred a sudden, intense thrill. Even though I was incredibly timid, I found myself leaning into the encounter, giving him a heated, passionate oral preview right there. I thoroughly enjoyed the rush of it, but after a moment, I looked up at him breathlessly and pleaded, "Please... don't ejaculate yet. Wait for me." He agreed, and I spent a little over an hour in the bathroom meticulously washing up, and painting my nails. When I finally stepped back into the bedroom, I was wearing an almost transparent black babydoll nightgown, my fingernails and toenails newly painted in black. Black immediately looked down and asked why I had gone through the trouble of painting them. I looked away, rubbing the back of my neck with a thoroughly girly, embarrassed excuse. "Well, you know... I just wanted to look nice for the camera. Besides, I know some of your audience—and I know you too—happen to really love beautiful and cared feet" (I am secretly proud of how mine looks, they are very feminine) Noticing how neat they looked against the dark polish, Black asked me to pose for some close-up photos of my feet. I did it very proudly and with the face covered in red.. From that point on, the camera rolled as we spent the rest of the night together, i gave him a flowjob, them he took me from behind, leaving me making expressions and sounds I didn't even know I was capable of. After he filled two of my holes i gave him a blowjob so that he could fill the third. By the time the final close-up photos were taken and the camera finally powered down, I was thoroughly spent, sore, and lying back against the pillows in a state of absolute, exhausted satisfaction'
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Chie in Monokuma Day ep1

blackhairedstudent
AI art '👗 Oops! Moment' with user description 'For 💃🏻 Annie 🤗 Because it’s your favourite view of girls in porn 😍 Just like mine. How can anyone not love that? 🍑😏 And it was so fun to do this... I simply couldn't stop, that's why full 30 😆 @bad77 @parda @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @zuzul @octavian @zesoul @onlyyouprod @blackhairedstudent and all others, which pics made you smile, or laugh? 😆'
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👗 Oops! Moment

peterco
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Ohne Titel

13-dragon
AI art "In hurry"
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In hurry

zuzul
AI art '👗 Ooops! Moment' with user description 'Another bunch of pussy peek moments... If I only worked so hard as I am productive here 😁 @zuzul @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @onlyyouprod @blackhairedstudent @dreamerofdreams @barry915 @terror2 @herlin Algorithm test results: Posts with people tagged, had impressions over a million, within hours or days: Car Girls - 1.3 million Grim Reaper Girl - 3.5 million Oops Moment - 6.6 million May the Cats Be with You - 1.6 million so far So, regular posts had impressions in the thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Reaching a million is not impossible, but it is much easier with people tagged in the description. Impressions do not guarantee likes though 😁'
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👗 Ooops! Moment

peterco
AI art 'Nana-cha: The Anchor 🕸️⛓️' with user description 'The room is dead quiet—a sharp, uncomfortable departure from the hurricane of energy that usually follows her. Nana-cha has always been the girl who refuses to be still, the one who leaves trails of chaos and color everywhere she goes. But tonight, the motion has finally stopped. The hemp isn’t a restraint; it’s a mapping of her resolve. Every inch of tension is a conversation between her impulsive heart and the immovable weight of the knots. She’s staring into the lens, that familiar, defiant spark still alive, but it’s anchored now. She isn't caught. She’s chosen the exact frequency of her own surrender. And honestly? The silence she’s projecting is heavier than anything she’s ever screamed.'
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Nana-cha: The Anchor 🕸️⛓️

cef_ultra
AI art "Sailor Sluts"
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Sailor Sluts

zerogroupe21
AI art 'Pajama party highschool of the dead.'
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Pajama party highschool of the dead.

dreamwalker
AI art "Let's go Cosplay part 1"
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Let's go Cosplay part 1

octavian
AI art "🥳 @octavian's 1000 followers"
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🥳 @octavian's 1000 followers

peterco
Vesper video leaked!

Vesper video leaked!

cef_ultra
AI art "Goth and pastel goth"
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Goth and pastel goth

talist13
AI art 'Kaguya Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The Sunday sun filtered through the stained glass of the chapel, casting vibrant hues of crimson and gold across Kaguya Shinomiya’s folded hands. To the world, she was the ice queen, the pinnacle of refinement and the heir to a trillion-yen empire. But as the final "Amen" echoed, her heart raced not with piety, but with the anticipation of the transformation that awaited her. She left the sanctuary with the grace of a saint, yet her thoughts were already descending into the dark, meticulously planned ritual she had commissioned to escape the suffocating weight of her own name. Once inside the secluded, soundproofed manor she kept hidden from the Shinomiya eyes, the transition began. The six men she had selected were chosen for their sheer physical presence and their willingness to strip away every layer of her dignity. They were the antithesis of the polished suitors her father favored. As she stood before them, still clad in her Sunday best, the psychological shift was instantaneous. The "Ice Queen" didn't just melt; she shattered. *This is what I am beneath the pearls,* she thought, her breath hitching as the first of them barked a command for her to drop to her knees. *Not an heir, not a genius. Just a creature meant to be used. A dog.* The contrast was the source of her ecstasy. Every Sunday morning, she was forced to be perfect—every word measured, every glance calculated. Here, in the dim light of the basement, she was forbidden from speaking unless it was a whimper of submission. As the men loomed over her, their shadows swallowing her small frame, Kaguya felt a profound sense of relief. The burden of being "Kaguya Shinomiya" was a crown of thorns; here, it was replaced by a collar. One of them roughly grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Time to work, Skank," he growled. Kaguya’s mind spun. *Yes. Call me that. Erase the Shinomiya. Erase the dignity.* The physical reality of the situation was a brutal, rhythmic onslaught. As they began to use her, focusing entirely on her back way to preserve the "purity" that her family so obsessively guarded for future political alliances, Kaguya’s internal monologue was a frantic loop of self-discovery. Each impact was a reminder that she possessed a body that could feel something other than the cold chill of expectation. She felt the heat of them, the smell of sweat and leather, and the overwhelming power they exerted over her. *I paid for this,* she reminded herself, a surge of pride mixing with her shame. *I am the one who orchestrated my own undoing. I am so powerful that I can buy my own powerlessness.* When the time came for the culmination of their efforts, Kaguya was guided toward the floor. Two heavy ceramic bowls sat there, mockingly labeled in bold, black letters: **SKANK** and **SLUT**. As they filled her with their collective heat, the command was given. She was to push it all out into the bowls—a physical manifestation of her being "emptied" of her status. Kaguya trembled on all fours, her muscles aching, her mind a haze of endorphins and adrenaline. As she watched the bowls fill, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. This was the only thing she had ever produced that wasn't for the sake of the family business or academic excellence. It was raw, it was vile, and it was entirely hers. "Drink," another man commanded, his voice a low rumble behind her. As she lowered her face to the bowl, lapping at the contents like a common stray, she felt him enter her from behind, restarting the cycle of motion. The humiliation was a cold fire in her veins. *Look at the great Kaguya now,* she mocked herself. *Drinking from a dog bowl while being used like an animal. If they could see me now, the world would stop turning.* But that was the point. The world didn't see. Only these six men saw, and to them, she wasn't a Shinomiya; she was exactly what was written on the bowl. Every lap of her tongue, every jolt of her body against the man behind her, was a strike against the cage her life had become. She enjoyed it with a desperate, starving intensity. The fear of being caught was the seasoning that made the shame taste like wine. In these moments, she wasn't the girl who had to win every battle; she was the girl who had already lost everything, and in that loss, she found the only true freedom she had ever known. By the time the sun began to set, Kaguya was exhausted, her body marked and her pride nonexistent. But as she dressed herself in silence, preparing to return to the cold palace of her reality, she felt a quiet, simmering strength. She would be the perfect ice queen for six days, fueled by the memory of the Sunday when she was nothing more than a dog.'
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Kaguya Dark Fantasy

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

wesley33
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apoloa123
AI art 'Alone with your bully'
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Alone with your bully

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