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selfie

AI art "2000 ?!?! 🤯😳"

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2000 ?!?! 🤯😳

AI art "Lingerie Love: Pink"

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Lingerie Love: Pink

AI art '😻 Procrastination, Overtime' with user description 'This kitten likes to work overtime 🍧😏'

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😻 Procrastination, Overtime

AI art 'The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine' with user description 'Yes, I have combined the trends! It was a struggle to fit in all my prompts.
Hope you all enjoy my contribution to this Magazine trend :)

Also, yay! Sable's back ;)'

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The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine

AI art "🥳 @octavian's 1000 followers"

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🥳 @octavian's 1000 followers

AI art '⭕ Ring' with user description 'Once, there was a horror movie, Ring, remake of Japanese horror...'

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⭕ Ring

AI art 'Alice in Waifuland' with user description 'I might be going mad, lmao'

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Alice in Waifuland

AI art "Ellie's day out"

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Ellie's day out

AI art "Ankha's urges"

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Ankha's urges

AI art '🥳 @zuzul's 2000 followers' with user description 'Congratulations on your 2000 followers, buddy. You did it! 🎉🎉🎉

I love you (in the most hetero and collegial way pawssible), your work, your art, your creativity, skills, imagination, artistry, and your passion 🥹

P.S.: Enjoy your 2000 kittens while you can, they were hard to get together and will be even harder to keep them like this 😺

But that last one will stay till the end for sure 😻'

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🥳 @zuzul's 2000 followers

AI art 'Which monster is the most terrifying ?' with user description '(Yes, there may well have been a prompt error or two that crept into the selectio'

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Which monster is the most terrifying ?

AI art 'Jessie and her lovely Arbok' with user description 'Jessie is waiting for James. She's getting bored. She could, however, spend some time with her beloved Arbok again.'

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Jessie and her lovely Arbok

AI art 'Nagatoro's Casting' with user description 'The Righ train
The rhythmic clack of the train tracks was a dull hum against the pounding of my own heart. I was leaning against the cold, vibrating door, my jaw working a piece of grape gum with lazy, rhythmic chews. My eyes were glued to my phone, my thumb swiping through my "private" folder. I was so caught up in admiring my own tan lines and the curves of my unclad body in those mirror selfies that I didn't realize I wasn't alone in my vanity. I was so focused on the screen that I didn't see the shift in the air—the way the tired salarymen around me had stopped looking at their newspapers and started staring at the illicit, glowing heat in my hand.
Then, the sound changed. It wasn't just the screech of the rails; it was the frantic, wet sound of friction. My eyes flicked up for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. All around me, men had their trousers open, their members out and pulsing. They were masturbating right there, eyes locked on my screen, then on me. I felt a surge of genuine panic, my mouth falling open, the grape gum forgotten. I went to scream, but before a sound could escape, a heavy, calloused hand slammed over my mouth.
Another hand gripped my breast, squeezing the soft flesh through my white off-the-shoulder ribbed crop top. I struggled, my white Mary Janes scuffing the floor, but then I saw my phone. A man had snatched it. His thumb hovered over the "Post" button on my Facebook. All those photos—the ones that would ruin a "normal" girl—were a millisecond away from being seen by everyone.
"If you don't want the whole world to see how much of a little slut you are," he hissed, "you're going to satisfy every man on this train."
I froze. A slow, predatory smirk began to spread behind the hand covering my mouth. My panic didn't vanish; it transformed into a wicked realization. "You think I'm scared?" I thought. "This... this was the plan all along. I wanted to see if anyone was bold enough to take what I was showing them."
They didn't waste time. They didn't even take off my top; they just yanked the elastic down, exposing my breasts to the stale air. I was forced to my knees, my jaw aching as I took the first man into my mouth. I used every trick I’d ever imagined, swallowing the thick, bitter floods of cum until my eyes rolled back. But that was just the "loading screen."
They stood me up, pinning me against the door. They didn't even remove my frayed denim shorts; they just shoved the fabric aside. I felt a thick, leathery cock drive into my pussy, stretching me until I thought I’d break. Then came the anal conquest—a searing, pressurized invasion that made me see stars. My pussy was already red and swollen, leaking their combined seed, but the sensation of being filled from behind while another worked my front was a "Double Penetration" that left me gasping.
Eventually, my shorts were shredded and cast aside, leaving me completely open. Two men stepped forward at once, their eyes hungry. They began the "Double Vaginal" assault, both of them forcing their way into my heat at the same time. The pressure was staggering, stretching my walls to their absolute limit. As I writhed under the weight of them, one of my white Mary Janes caught on a man’s leg and popped off, hitting the floor with a dull thud. I was left with one foot bare, my toes curling as they hammered into me.
As the train pulled into a station, I was pressed hard against the glass. People on the platform stared in shock, watching the "innocent" girl in the white crop top being relentlessly fucked by a rotating line of men. More men pushed into the car, drawn by the sight of my public ruin. I was a mess of sweat, saliva, and white stains.
By the time the train reached the final stop, I was slumped on a train seat, my legs spread wide and my pussy overflowing with a thick, white soup of cum that dripped onto the cushion. My skin was flushed, and I was completely spent. I watched, breathless, as the man with my phone finally hit "Post." My nakedness was now public, trending for the whole world to see.
I didn't cry. I didn't hide. I just leaned back against the seat and smiled, a dark, triumphant glint in my eyes. I wasn't ruined; I was a star. The notifications were already starting to pour in, a symphony of digital attention. This was the debut I had always wanted—the "Ultimate Senpai" had just become the most famous girl on the internet.'

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Nagatoro's Casting

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AI art 'skin test'

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skin test

AI art "Some spider's test"

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Some spider's test

AI art "Chapter 6: “The aftermath”"

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Chapter 6: “The aftermath”

AI art "House of the Fallen - Chapter 3"

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House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

AI art "Captain Nemesis is CRAZY"

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Captain Nemesis is CRAZY

AI art 'Bulbasaur's Mysterious Garden' with user description 'Ash and his friends head towards the Pokémon Gym on Cinnabar Island. Along the way, they see many Bulbasaurs in the evening, which Ash's Bulbasaur follows. The friends follow the Pokémon as well. They arrive at the heart of a mysterious garden. Thousands of Bulbasaur are in the garden. Suddenly, a tree opens and a Venusaur appears. Together, they perform a ritual to evolve the little Bulbasaur into Ivysaur. However, Misty is discovered and helps the Pokémon with the ceremony.'

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Bulbasaur's Mysterious Garden

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