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AI art "Some spider's test"
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Some spider's test

zuzul
AI art '🎉 2K followers unlocked!' with user description 'Wow — 2,000 of you are now following along! This milestone feels like the right moment to pause, look back on the journey, and publish some pics I’ve never shared before 🙂'
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🎉 2K followers unlocked!

peterco
AI art "Red ligh"
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Red ligh

zuzul
AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back. How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you. My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times. Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club. As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were. You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure. You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to. I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more. I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it. I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...". I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish. I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me... Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything. My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me. I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught. When I thought I would die, I saw you! You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying. Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake. "I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..." I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now." I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it. "If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'
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Noir City - The Black Book

kendarfulgrim
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Sans titre

slookarijj
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Sans titre

iiyama6122
AI art "Contaminated by evil"
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Contaminated by evil

zuzul
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Sans titre

jlixard
AI art "Lust"
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Lust

zuzul
AI art 'Ai Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The ancient scroll was a challenge. The Shirogane family archives spoke of a lost relic, the "Heart's Mirror," hidden within a forgotten church on the city's outskirts. It was said to show the true face of one's love. Ai Hayasaka, the Shinomiya maid, saw it as the ultimate tool to serve her mistress. If she could secure this mirror, she could ensure Lady Kaguya's path to Miyuki's heart was absolute, a foolproof victory. It was a duty she accepted with chilling devotion. The church was a skeletal silhouette against the bruised purple of the night sky. Ai moved like a phantom, her uniform a ghostly white in the gloom. The heavy oak door groaned open under her push, releasing a smell like an open tomb—wet earth, incense, and something metallic, like old blood. Inside, the air was frigid. Moonlight struggled through stained-glass windows depicting saints with agonized, melting faces. Her footsteps echoed, unnaturally loud, as she approached the nave. Then they stopped. The floorboards ahead weren't wood. They were moving. A slow, rhythmic writhing. Shapes rose from the pews. Not people. They were corpses, their flesh clinging to bones in tattered, desiccated strips. Their skin was the color of spoiled milk, their eyes hollow sockets glowing with faint, malevolent embers. Horns, black and jagged, curled from their skulls. They turned as one, their necks cracking, to face her. Ai reached for the tanto sheathed at her thigh, but she was too late. A dozen hands, impossibly strong and colder than the grave, seized her limbs. She didn't scream; a perfect maid never screams. She gasped, a choked, terrified sound, as they dragged her forward. Their touch was corrosive. Her immaculate maid uniform began to flake away, turning to black ash that drifted to the stone floor. Her pristine apron dissolved, then her blouse and skirt, until she was entirely exposed and shivering in the infernal chill. Holding her down on the altar—a massive slab of black, veined marble—the creatures began to leave their marks. Using sharp, blackened claws, they carved jagged words directly into her bare skin: **SLUT**, **DEVIL**, and **SATAN**. Above her breasts, they precisely traced a deep, bleeding pentagram, sealing her into the ritual. Chains, black as night, slithered from the sides and clamped around her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagled. The creatures closed in, their silent advance more terrifying than any sound. The initial onslaught of the first three figures was a brutal, overwhelming invasion that tore a raw, guttural cry from her throat as her remaining innocence was violently shattered. Tears welled, blurring her vision and smearing the perfect eyeliner and mascara down her cheeks in black, tragic streaks. But as the searing pain settled, a terrifying transformation occurred within her. Amidst the grim, horrific atmosphere of the defiled chapel, her body betrayed her; the initial agony gave way to a dark, intoxicating rush of adrenaline, and she began to experience an intense, forbidden pleasure, collapsing into a cycle of involuntary climaxes despite the horror of the situation. Then the true frenzy began. The room became an absolute mob as ten creatures set upon her simultaneously in a synchronized display of total domination. Two targeted her throat, forcing her jaw open; two claimed her front, and two forced their way into her rear, while the remaining four pinned her limbs, two handling her hands and two crushing her feet. Her world became a complete blur of exhaustion, sensory overload, and the sickeningly sweet stench of decay. The air grew thick with a sulfurous haze. Chanting started, a low, guttural chorus in a language that made her teeth ache. The pressure inside her built to a crescendo, a spiritual poison flooding her very core as the routine repeated endlessly. The final creature, a towering thing with a crown of bone, finally finished the ritual, unleashing a torrent of icy, corrupted essence. The altar throbbed beneath her, the chanting peaked, and the stained-glass windows shattered outward. As suddenly as it began, it was over. The chains dissolved. The corpses crumbled to dust. Ai was alone, trembling and covered in filth on the defiled altar. She felt a strange warmth spread through her veins, a dark power that extinguished her fear. She dressed herself in a uniform that materialized from shadow, perfectly pressed. She walked out of the church into the pre-dawn light, not as a maid, but as a vessel. Her mission was still clear, but the object of her devotion had changed. The world was no longer for Lady Kaguya. It was for her new master. And its reign would be eternal.'
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Ai Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'DemonSlayer BloodMoon Arc Tanjirou 2' with user description 'Tanjirou, angry at being caught in such an easy trap and full of rage throws a wild punch, not realizing that his strength is completely gone. After a counterpunch that hurt more than was expected, he is push against the wall with ease. With each touch form the Demon, Tanjirou falls deeper into demon's trap. inhibitions and desire that were never there rise out of Tanjirou and the demon inside is let out.'
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DemonSlayer BloodMoon Arc Tanjirou 2

invictus
AI art 'Red'
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Red

dingledoo
AI art "May the 4th be with you"
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May the 4th be with you

zuzul
AI art "They can fly, and they are... beautiful."
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They can fly, and they are... beautiful.

kendarfulgrim
AI art 'Khali : Sith goddess'
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Khali : Sith goddess

zuzul
AI art 'Bambietta Couldn’t Keep It All Inside Now…' with user description 'Bambietta Basterbine from Bleach is here! I’ve literally seen nothing about her here so I thought I’d do it considering she’s definitely top 5 girls in bleach. Orihime will come soon but I need to ensure that one is perfect considering she’s my favourite waifu. No BLACKED VERS. coming unless it’s requested by someone. Follow the Twitter/X. Link in Bio.'
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Bambietta Couldn’t Keep It All Inside Now…

nocturnal-
AI art 'Corrupted Zodiacs' with user description 'Same set - different take'
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Corrupted Zodiacs

iiyama6122
AI art 'Solo hot quinn'
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Solo hot quinn

norsedemonlord
AI art "🌙 …she LIKES to be punished..."

🌙 …she LIKES to be punished...

warmicestudios
AI art "Cyberpunk Angels"
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Cyberpunk Angels

kendarfulgrim
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