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warmicestudios
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AI art '✉️ Message to @warmicestudios and Detective Pearl' with user description 'You will never CATch us! Greetings from ... CATalonia (@octavian inspired me) 😏 If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your pussy, I mean peace 😁'
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✉️ Message to @warmicestudios and Detective Pearl

peterco
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AI art "🏺 Ancient Greece : Erotic Greek pottery"
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🏺 Ancient Greece : Erotic Greek pottery

peterco
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AI art "“SILENCE…”"
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“SILENCE…”

warmicestudios
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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first: ⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️ Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️ — Story time — The weather couldn’t have been more fitting. Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud. Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight. A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone. Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence. The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil. Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist. They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent. His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts. One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face. “Stupid Black,” she muttered. “You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair. I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.” She turned and disappeared into the shadows. The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder. A muffled sound came from the grave. Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter. Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone. “Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin. “Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?” She stared back in shock. “If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!” He snapped his ghostly paws. A strong wind tore through the cemetery. The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up. Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy. Black’s expression softened. “Y-you remembered our promise?” “Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow. “I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral. How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?” Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2. “You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!” His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back. “Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!” Blue flames erupted around them. “Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped. “This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—” Silence. When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void. No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly. A spotlight clicked on ahead. Black sat there with his back turned. “I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly. “I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.” He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face. “For a while everything was perfect. I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little. But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.” A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside. "It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong. It clouded my judgment. I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings. You know how it ended.” His story left a lump in my throat. “Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile. “It was my own choice. To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now. Be better than I was. Don’t let it consume you.” He pushed the bubble forward. Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions. “Hahaha… that takes me back.” Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise. As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak. “Thank you for everything, Black! I’ll never forget your sacrifices. I promise to keep this power in check!” “Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend. I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained! Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise. Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on. Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well. I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance." He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away. “…you guys! I think he’s waking up!” I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine. She burst into fresh tears of relief. “Please never scare us like that again!!” — The End — @blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️ (Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'
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Farewell, my friend 🪦

terror2
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AI art 'CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”' with user description 'A sad trumpet playing in the background. A slow piano joins in. A silky-velvet female voice: "This is my city: HornyTown. The place I was born and the place I intend to lay off my bones when this beautiful sack of skin has had enough. This is a place where you are free to be yourself. No one judging, no one complaining. A place where a man can come up to you and offer to stick his salami in your bun. No offense intended, either you take his load or he takes a hike. Nothing personal. A place where work and play blend together. One cannot be so sure if you are getting paid for work or for fun. Here your office job includes giving blow jobs or maybe giving blow jobs IS your day job, you pick your poison. Here, working extra hours doesn’t necessarily mean you get paid more, you just get more pleasure. That’s all. No one cares, no one complains. Whether you are a boy or a girl, you don’t get paid extra for giving out your meat. It is what it is. You can be on top riding a stiff-john one night and under a fat dick taking a spanking the next. And that’s me: Detective Pearl Jennings from the A.S.S. Department. The Anti-Social Spanking Department. We call it A.S.S. for short. We work the streets and we take care of the Johns and Janes that break the law. You obey the rules or you get your spanking. You see, I love my city. HornyTown is a place to live a nice and comfortable life. And I work every day for my people making sure it stays that way. (To be continued)'
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CHAPTER 1: “This is my town”

warmicestudios
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AI art "Senpai has 10 Waifu-wives?!"
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Senpai has 10 Waifu-wives?!

octavian
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AI art "More Taki"
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More Taki

wasabikuzu
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AI art "Hot Wife Sex Pt.1"
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Hot Wife Sex Pt.1

darkmorcel
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AI art "Heat Break🌡❄️"
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Heat Break🌡❄️

terror2
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AI art "Frieren's Grimoire trade"
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Frieren's Grimoire trade

octavian
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Sans titre

barry915
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AI art "Ankha as inspired by YOU!"
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Ankha as inspired by YOU!

terror2
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AI art "Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️"
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Shiver me timebers!! I’ve landed a hoe!! 🏴‍☠️

bad77
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AI art 'Hi everybody! 👋🏼😁' with user description '😈: Thought it was about time I joined all the fun! 😅 Was never confident enough to depict myself properly but thought I’d give it a try. It didn’t turn out half bad! The last pic is actually the closest to what my hair is like these days, but the first three are closest to what my face actually looks like. I think I’ve perfected accurately depicting Annie so it’s about time I spent some time on myself as well. Gonna ask Annie her opinion when she’s back home. @parda @peterco @warmicestudios @octavian @gildenstein @terror2 @barry915 @smut317 @murcie @reptorn @cef_ultra @onlyyouprod @casca_kirei-onna'
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Hi everybody! 👋🏼😁

bad77
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AI art "Office Lady's meeting with CEO and his friend"
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Office Lady's meeting with CEO and his friend

salazar01
AI art "What would you do in this moment?"

What would you do in this moment?

octavian
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AI art "Bella's addiction"
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Bella's addiction

octavian
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AI art "Gyaru Sensei"
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Gyaru Sensei

tonygmanch
AI art 'A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 3)' with user description 'In a dark, almost empty room, a naked body hangs. Unconscious, motionless. Silence all around. Long burgundy hair pointing down, defeated. Though one could not say the same about the breasts; standing firm, solid, like two strong guards facing the world forward. The naked body as still as the night outside. Though the conscious mind is asleep, the nervous system is still awake, working, as it ought to be. It sends a signal to the brain: <Wake up, we need to move> - “Wha - “ Her body jolts. An automatic response from the nervous system when blood is not flowing properly to all parts of the body. Her legs react, the soles of her naked feet get placed properly on to the floor holding all 135 lbs of soft skin and sturdy bones. She feels relieved. She manages lift up her head, wiggle the fingers and toes. - “I can not see you, but I can smell your cheap cologne” Detective Pearl says to the void. - “Finally, she wakes up” A male voice is heard behind her. She is not afraid. *If that man wanted to hurt me, he would have done that by now. Instead he kept me hanging here, like a hunter’s trophy* Pearl thinks. - “Enjoying the view??” She asks. - “Very much! It is not every day that one gets to admire the great Detective Pearl Jennings in the flesh. Literally… quite literally.” - “I’m glad one of us is having fun” - “Oh don’t worry, you will too when you find out why you are here” the mysterious man replies. (to be continued)'
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A NOUVELLE NOIR (Part 3)

warmicestudios
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