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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
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Sin título

13-dragon
AI art 'Pajama party highschool of the dead.'
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Pajama party highschool of the dead.

dreamwalker
AI art "Goth and pastel goth"
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Goth and pastel goth

talist13
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Sin título

apoloa123
AI art '[Teaser]: Goth Qeen is cumming back 🥵' with user description 'I've been really busy last weeks but finally I got some time to work on the new School chapter, now Vesper's story! Stay tuned if you wanna see more!'

[Teaser]: Goth Qeen is cumming back 🥵

cef_ultra
AI art '"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.'
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"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 2.

crow-7w7
AI art '"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 1'
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"Free Time" U.N.A. Chapter 3, Part 1

crow-7w7
AI art "Donut's Challenge + funny fails"
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Donut's Challenge + funny fails

zuzul
AI art 'Maki Casting' with user description 'The rain lashed against the cold glass of the skyscraper’s penthouse, mirroring the rhythmic thrum of my pulse. I moved through the vents like a shadow, my red scrunchies the only splash of color in the dark machinery of the ventilation shaft. My target: the CEO of a multi-national conglomerate who had been funding shadow wars. He was supposed to be alone. I dropped from the ceiling with a silent, lethal grace, my dagger already unsheathed. But as my boots hit the plush carpet, blinding spotlights erupted from every corner, illuminating twenty men in tactical gear with rifles aimed at my chest. In the center stood the CEO, a man with a cruel, polished smile. "Maki Harukawa," he purred. "The Ultimate Assassin. Did you really think I wouldn't be ready?" I tightened my grip on my blade, scanning the room. Twenty elite guards, high-caliber weapons, zero cover. To fight was to die in a hail of lead before I could take a single step. I let the dagger fall. The metallic clang echoed through the silent room. "Fine," I said, my voice as flat as a grave. "I lost. You can take my life now. Just make it quick." The CEO stepped forward, his eyes roaming over my body with a sickening, predatory hunger. "Your life? Now? Oh, Maki, you aren't going to die so soon. We’re going to use you. Every single one of us." They took me to a room tucked away in the back of the penthouse—a jarring, horrific contrast to the rest of the building. It was completely pink. Pink walls, pink rugs, pink satin. They stripped me of my gear, but they didn't bind me. They didn't need to. With twenty armed men standing guard and the CEO watching like a hawk, they knew I had nowhere to go. I stood there in the center of that soft, neon nightmare, exposed and surrounded. For the next two hours, the room was a blur of heat and degradation. The CEO and his twenty guards descended upon me like animals. Because I wasn't bound, they moved me as they pleased, forcing me into various positions on the plush floor and against the velvet walls. They used me in every way possible, their lust driven by the thrill of conquering the world's most dangerous woman. They were relentless, taking turns with a primal, chaotic energy. They used my mouth, my pussy, and my anal passage with a bruising, heavy-handed greed. I felt the weight of them and the staggering girth of men who thought they had finally broken me. But as they hammered into me, as they filled my orifices with their filth, they didn't notice the subtle, sweet scent emanating from my skin. I wasn't fighting back—not because I had given up, but because I was waiting. Before the mission, I had prepared for the worst-case scenario. I had coated the linings of my three orifices with a highly concentrated, slow-release sedative—a calming toxin designed to be absorbed through mucosal contact. I had taken the antidote hours prior. Every time they used me, every time they drove themselves into my body, they were unknowingly dosing themselves with a powerful paralytic. One by one, the guards began to stumble. The CEO, who was currently over me, his face twisted in a mask of hedonistic joy, suddenly felt his eyes glaze over. His movements slowed, becoming sluggish and heavy. "W-What... what is this?" he gasped, his tongue thick. "Do you want to die?" I whispered. He collapsed on top of me, a dead weight. Around the room, heavy thuds followed as all twenty men hit the floor, their bodies completely paralyzed but their hearts still beating. I stood up, my body aching and coated in the evidence of their depravity, but my mind was clearer than it had been all night. I walked over to where they had tossed my dagger and picked it up. "You said you were going to use me," I said, looking down at the CEO as he stared up with wide, terrified eyes. "But in the end, you were just the delivery system for your own execution." I moved through the room with methodical precision. One stroke for each guard. One final, slow cut for the man in the center. By the time I walked out of that pink room, the only color left on the walls was the deep, dark crimson of a mission finally completed. I disappeared into the rain, leaving the "dollhouse" behind forever.'
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Maki Casting

blackhairedstudent
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 'Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1'
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Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 1

crow-7w7
AI art 'Borrowed characters, and some new ones.'
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Borrowed characters, and some new ones.

dreamwalker
AI art '"THE UMBRA NEXUS ACADEMY."' 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."

crow-7w7
AI art 'Mathematics Class. U.N.A. Chapter 4.'
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Mathematics Class. U.N.A. Chapter 4.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Hot summer'
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Hot summer

zuzul
AI art 'Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 2'
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Lunchtime. U.NA. Chapter 5, Part 2

crow-7w7
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Sin título

the_derp_cubed_prime
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 '.'
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