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AI art "Anime's best Blonde Bombshell"
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Anime's best Blonde Bombshell

octavian
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AI art "100th post, a classic"
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100th post, a classic

varcolac
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AI art "Dancing Goddess Aqua"
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Dancing Goddess Aqua

octavian
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AI art '📰 Magazine Cover' with user description '@octavian came with an inspiring idea 👍 Fake Magazine Cover + Wrestling + Cats 😺 What could get wrong? 😏 Yeah, they are still adorable, but beware, they scratch! 😁'
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📰 Magazine Cover

peterco
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AI art 'Cover Art for @peterco’s 4K Celebration 🎸🐾' with user description 'Some milestones deserve cake. Some deserve loud music. And some deserve a pile of legendary songs reimagined with just enough BetterWaifu energy to make them dangerous. 😏 This is my little cover art celebration for @peterco and his 4K followers. @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake'
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Cover Art for @peterco’s 4K Celebration 🎸🐾

reptorn
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AI art "“SILENCE…”"
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“SILENCE…”

warmicestudios
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AI art "Miku at the strip club"
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Miku at the strip club

varcolac
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AI art 'Punk Takeover for @cef_ultra 4000 🎸🖤' with user description 'Congrats on 4000 followers @cef_ultra 🎉 You’ve built an awesome wild community, so here’s something loud, messy and very punk for the party 😈 Hope it brings the right energy to the celebration! @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel'
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Punk Takeover for @cef_ultra 4000 🎸🖤

reptorn
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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 "Miku Mikuuuu! Miku."
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Miku Mikuuuu! Miku.

varcolac
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AI art "Bunny girl invasion!"
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Bunny girl invasion!

octavian
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AI art "Wardrobe Malfunction"
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Wardrobe Malfunction

octavian
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Just One Little Look

Just One Little Look

azariel
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AI art "Miku fan service during performance"
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Miku fan service during performance

varcolac
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AI art "Teto's surprise performance"
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Teto's surprise performance

terror2
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AI art 'Lois lane undercover' with user description 'The things you need to do to get a story.'

Lois lane undercover

damion1226
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AI art '1000 followers! Thank you again!' with user description 'Thank you once again everyone who has liked, viewed, and followed my posts. I appreciate every one of you <3 As per the tradition, here are the girls in golden dresses to commemorate the occasion. Thank you to everyone for all the support <3 Please look forward to my upcoming posts :)'
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1000 followers! Thank you again!

zesoul
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AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)"
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Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)

octavian
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AI art "Dressing up for Octavian ❤️"
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Dressing up for Octavian ❤️

bad77
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AI art 'A evening at the hot legs' with user description 'Today is your day, @parda ! You’ve won a VIP Backstage Pass and will get to meet Priss in person after her performance. The show was absolutely top-notch, but the real highlight awaits you backstage. One of the "Hot Legs" staff members leads you to Priss's dressing room; you knock on the door. From inside, you hear a voice say, "Come in." You don't need to be told twice, and you step inside. Your breath catches in your throat—there she stands. Priss is leaning against a speaker cabinet in her sexy stage outfit: red high heels, hot pants, and a bustier. Your gaze wanders from her heels up to her face. She smiles at you seductively as she places her left index finger against her lips. Priss: You’re even more handsomer than I expected, Mr. P. You don't mind if I call you Mr. P, do you? Her charm completely floors you, and you can only nod in response. Playfully, she traces her finger across your cheek and down to your breast. Priss: Would you take off your shirt for me, Mr. P? She asks, biting her lip as she does so. She leans forward, resting her hands on her thighs for support. She likes what she sees; her eyes remain fixed on you. Priss: Let me dance for you a little. She presses a button on a remote control, and music begins to play through the speakers. She moves to the rhythm of the music, looking incredibly sexy as she does. Her eyes lock with yours—a silent promise of more to come. Priss: Come here and kiss me. You are all too eager to accept her invitation; your tongues entwine. With one hand, she unfastens her hot pants and skillfully lets them slide down her legs to the floor. With her other hand, she touches your erection, eliciting a moan from you. Priss: Mr. P, you’re driving me crazy. I have a different task in mind for that talented tongue of yours. She leans back again and guides you toward her center. Her beautiful pink pussy glistens with wetness; your tongue finds her clit and teases it. Her hands run through your hair, pulling you closer to her core as she moans in ecstasy. Priss: Please... lick my deepest depths... She gasps the words out, breathing heavily. You lift her leg, and she holds it steady as you bury your tongue deep inside her. She tastes so sweet—you have never tasted anything like it. Her body convulses violently as she climaxes. Her leg lowers; she unclasps her bustier and lets it fall to the floor. Her lips are mere inches from your ear as she frees your erection and whispers: Priss: Fuck me, Mr. P! You swallow hard, and the pressure she exerts on your erection intensifies. She guides it into position; you can feel her wetness against your glans. You thrust inside her, stretching her slowly before picking up the pace. The air is filled with your moans as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you both. As you switch positions, she kneels down and takes your erection deep into her throat—driving you wild with desire. Your breath catches repeatedly as you surrender to the pleasure. She climaxes multiple times in quick succession; the exhaustion is visible in her body. You, too, are on the verge of coming. She feels the pulsing deep within her pussy. Priss: Wait... let... me... take it all out of you... You pull out of her; her legs give way, and she sinks to her knees. Her tongue licks her juices from your erection, then takes you deep inside her throat once again. She sucks you with powerful strokes, driving you toward to orgasm. You tilt your head back as your hot cum shoots down her throat. She pulls it out, and you spray the remaining semen all over her wonderful face. Breathing heavily, she smiles at you. Priss: Thank you Mr. P. Parda: I should be the one thanking you.'
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A evening at the hot legs

gildenstein
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