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AI art 'D.Va & Tracer' with user description '@warmicestudios ur panoramic image format inspired me haha. What do you all think?🙌 @parda @barry915 @cef_ultra @peterco @zuzul'
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D.Va & Tracer

evoralan
AI art "Sailor Sluts"
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Sailor Sluts

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AI art 'Art Room Gangbang' with user description 'The flyers for the special Sunday seminar had been posted outside the art room for a week, and Hayase Nagatoro, despite her usual chaotic energy, had signed her name with genuine intent. She wanted to improve her sketches, perhaps to surprise a certain upperclassman with a portrait that didn't rely on her usual exaggerated, cartoonish teasing. The advertisement promised instruction from a collective of independent, seasoned art masters. What it neglected to mention was the specific nature of the curriculum. When Nagatoro arrived at the isolated campus annex that Sunday morning, the atmosphere was heavy and unfamiliar. The blinds were drawn tightly against the daylight, and the scent of turpentine was masked by a thick, musky odor. Standing around the easels were five men, all of them far older, rough-featured, and unkempt, looking entirely out of place in a high school setting. "Ah, our model has arrived," the eldest one murmured, his voice a low, raspy drawl that immediately made the hair on Nagatoro’s arms stand up. Nagatoro blinked, her usual smug grin faltering. "Model? Wait, I signed up to take the class, not to be looked at." She stepped back toward the heavy wooden door. "I think there’s been a mistake. I’m leaving." "Now, now, don't be hasty," another instructor said, moving with surprising speed to block her path. His face was weathered and harsh, but his voice carried a smooth, persuasive cadence. "The best way to understand art is to become the art. True mastery requires vulnerability. You signed the registry, didn't you? A real artist doesn't run away from the medium." Nagatoro hesitated, her fingers twitching against her school bag. The situation felt wrong, dark, and entirely outside her comfort zone, yet beneath the initial spark of panic, a strange, illicit thrill began to hum in her chest. She was used to being the provocateur, the one who dictated the boundaries of discomfort. To find herself suddenly cornered by men who completely disregarded her status was uniquely intoxicating. "Fine," she scoffed, recovering her sharp, feline expression. She crossed her arms, trying to mask the slight trembling of her knees. "But if your drawings look like garbage, I’m out of here." She stepped onto the raised wooden platform in the center of the room. The men took their places behind the easels, their eyes locked onto her with a intensity that felt almost physical. For the first hour, the only sound was the scratching of charcoal against paper. But as the temperature in the room rose, the atmosphere shifted from academic to predatory. The lead instructor laid down his charcoal, his eyes narrowing as he unbuckled his belt. Slowly, he pulled his penis from his pants, the stark, vulgar reality of the gesture cutting through the silence of the room. Following his lead, the other four men did the same, exposing themselves to the teenager standing on the stage. Nagatoro’s eyes widened, but instead of screaming, her defense mechanism kicked in. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh, her classic "noodly" arms flailing as she pointed at them. "Gross! What is wrong with you old guys? You look completely pathetic! Is this what you call 'art'?" She turned to grab her clothes, determined to push past them. "This is way too creepy, even for me. I’m done." Before she could step off the platform, a pair of thick, calloused hands gripped her shoulders. The largest of the men, smelling of stale sweat and tobacco, held her firmly in place. Nagatoro twisted, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her struggles only seemed to fuel their resolve. "You're not going anywhere, little girl," the man whispered, his rough fingers slipping beneath her top to cup her breasts, squeezing with an unrefined force that made her gasp. Another hand reached down, sliding between her thighs to press directly against her panties, finding the sudden, betraying moisture that had gathered there despite her mockery. "Look at you," the lead instructor whispered, leaning close enough for her to feel his hot breath. "You're terrified, but you're already wet. You want this. You want to see what real men can do to a loud little brat like you." They kept touching her, their hands mapping her body with a coarse, relentless persistence, completely ignoring her insults until the insults died in her throat. The physical contact, combined with the sheer ugliness and dominance of the men, broke through her final defenses. The fear inverted into a desperate, overwhelming craving. She stopped fighting, her eyes growing glazed as she nodded, entirely convinced. The class dissolved into a chaotic, rhythmic frenzy. The five men moved onto the platform, stripping her completely and using her body as their communal canvas. Nagatoro was forced onto all fours, her hands gripping the edges of the wooden stage as they took turns from every angle, filling her with their collective heat. The rhythm was brutal and unyielding, a complete gangbang that left her trembling.'
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Art Room Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Pokemon - Sharing his girls"
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Pokemon - Sharing his girls

m3n4sk3r
AI art 'Momo Yaoyorozu'
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Momo Yaoyorozu

nekar
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nervousblueberry1962
AI art "Chel el dorado"
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Chel el dorado

needsbloods0
AI art "gotta bang em all! Anal-version!"
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gotta bang em all! Anal-version!

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needsbloods0
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don0
AI art "Wonder Woman"
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Wonder Woman

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lustknight13
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don0
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john11756
AI art 'Onsen with Tsuyu'
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Onsen with Tsuyu

nowclamer
AI art "pigeon666 and yoneyama mai"
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pigeon666 and yoneyama mai

needsbloods0
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talist13
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wootzapata75
AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2' with user description 'Case File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2 Classified: For Official Use Only Leon and Daley are on their way back to their car when: Daley: Something’s not right here. Leon: What do you mean? Daley: You saw the look on her face, didn't you? She’s hiding something that look in her eyes. Leon: Oh, come on, you’re overthinking it. She was nervous we were, too, on our first day. Now come on, the Boomer isn't going to clear all these cases by himself. Daley: Yeah... maybe you're right. Meanwhile... The darkness of the room is intensified by the absence of windows. A man enters; holographic monitors provide only a faint glow. He takes a seat in a chair facing a large screen, just as a deep voice resonates from the speakers. ???: Brian, what on earth was that idiot thinking, mentioning the OMS in front of her? Brian: Don't worry about it; I've already tied up that loose end. He’s among the casualties from Aqua City. ???: I expect never to hear another word about this. Do we understand each other? Brian: Of course. Progress on Project Red is coming along nicely; the initial test runs are promising. ???: Good. When can we test its full potential? Brian: Soon. I’ve already had the essential engineers and the materials for the prototype transferred to a different facility. ???: No loose ends, Brian! Brian: Understood. The monitor goes dark, leaving only silence in its wake. "Old fool... it won't be long now before I finally get you off my back." Back at the crime scene... Okay... deep breaths, Hana. He can't hurt you anymore. I steel my nerves and begin examining the body. Outwardly, I can’t detect any signs of violence, his mouth and trachea appear to be filled with water. That would point to drowning... Hmm... for someone who hadn't encountered him before someone who didn't know what he was... that would be a plausible conclusion. Wait... what is that on his neck? I tilt his head until I spot a small puncture mark, it appears to be situated directly over the artery and it's, at most, a few hours old. Perhaps just prior to the incident? I make a note of my discovery and decide to inform the medical examiner, perhaps he can confirm this. I look around for surveillance cameras how convenient, not a single one in sight. I doubt he was actually working here when the incident occurred, I suspect, rather, that he was simply dumped here. Be that as it may, don't expect any sympathy from me. I cordon off the crime scene and notify HQ that the body is ready for pickup; with one last glance back, I return to my car. Captain Tanaka send me message a short while later, and he shares my assessment—at least the official one. I’ll have to inform the Chief about this, though not today, my shift ended two hours ago. I stow my gear, get in, and drive off. I need to speak with Akiko, so I give her a call. Akiko: Hana, dear it’s good to hear from you. Hana: Hey Akiko, can we meet up this evening? Akiko: Sure, I’m off duty today. Did something happen? You... don't sound quite right. Hana: Let’s discuss it later not over the comms. Akiko: Sure thing. Should I bring some food, or shall we cook something together? Hana: Cooking sounds great. How about curry? Akiko: Okay, I’ll bring the ingredients. See you later, then. Hana: See you later. Akiko and I have become very close friends; if it weren't for her, I’d surely still be stuck in the hospital. The drive to the AD Police Tower passes without interruption. I head straight to the locker room and change out of my uniform. Now home quickly, i really need a shower... this time, I make sure to look out the door first, just to ensure I don't bump into anyone again. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 1.1: The Body from Pier 17 Part 2

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