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holding book

holding book

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AI art "Hot chocolate"
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Hot chocolate

zuzul
AI art 'Chika Dark Fantasy' with user description 'The air in chika's pink room was still, save for the rhythmic turning of pages. Chika Fujiwara sat huddled over a tattered, leather-bound volume she’d found in the deep recesses of the academy library, It was a dark, grim fantasy—a world of mud, iron, and a fallen princess sold into the service of the common folk. To Chika, whose life was defined by bright lights and tabletop games, the sheer, gritty weight of the narrative was intoxicating. She clutched the book to her chest, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "If only..." she whispered, the thought fluttering away before she could catch it. Suddenly, the ink on the pages began to bleed. The shadows in the corners of the room stretched like ink in water, swirling into a localized distortion that swallowed the light. Chika gasped, her pink hair whipping around her face as the floor beneath her vanished. With a heavy thud, she landed on damp, cold earth. The smell hit her first: woodsmoke, unwashed bodies, and wet hay. She wasn't in Shuchiin anymore. "Hey, lookee dat," a raspy voice croaked. Chika looked up, trembling. Standing over her were three men, their clothes little more than stained rags, their skin caked in layers of soot and grime. They looked down at her with yellowed eyes. "She be right purty," the first one said, his English mangled and thick. "She look like dem high-borns. We sell 'er to noble for silver, eh?" The second man, shorter and missing several teeth, shook his head. "No, check 'er first. If she be clean, she worth more. Kings pay gold—hunnid gold coins—for a maiden." "No way she be," the third grumbled. "But we look. Girl! Open up. We see if you be worth de gold." Chika’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She was terrified, the reality of the situation far colder than the words on the page, yet a strange, frantic energy raced through her. With shaking hands, she did as she was told, her eyes watering as the angry one pushed her aside to check for himself. "She is!" he roared, a jagged grin breaking across his face. "She be a gold mine!" They began to cheer, a cacophony of rough laughter. But the practical one soon silenced them. "How we get to Capital? We got no copper. Not a single coin for de road. It be six moon walk." Chika, still trembling on the ground, looked up with a strange, feverish light in her eyes. The fear was there, but so was a desperate desire to fit into the dark narrative she had craved. "Wait..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "Do... do kings care about the back way? If I stay a maiden for the king, can't you sell my behind to the commoners? You could make the silver for the journey that way." The men froze, looking at each other in stunned silence before the small one burst into a cackle. "Smart girl! She got de spirit! Kings don't care 'bout de back way, right? We sell dat to de locals. Make de coin for de bread and de boots. She still be maiden for de King at de end." "Great idea," the angry one nodded, looking at her with newfound greed. "But we need steel. A man strong and mean so no one steal de gold or break de prize." They dragged Chika to the edge of the village, to a hut that smelled of cold iron. There sat a man built like a mountain, scarred and silent. The three men negotiated fervently. The big man didn't want their non-existent coins. He looked at Chika, his gaze heavy and formidable. He agreed to protect the "merchandise" on one condition: he would have his turn with her behind every night of the journey. The trio agreed instantly; it was a small price to pay for such a lethal shadow. And so, the long trek began. From village to town, the word spread. In the daylight, Chika was a commodity. Guards, minor nobles, and even laborers who had scraped together their last silver coins lined up. Chika lived in a blur of gray skies and rough hands, the mountain of a man always standing just a few feet away, his hand on his sword hilt. When one traveler grew too greedy and tried to claim more than he had paid for, the guard’s blade was out in a flash. The traveler’s screams echoed through the trees, a permanent warning to all others. By night, the firelight cast long shadows as the four men took what they considered their due. Six months passed in this grueling rhythm. The girl who had played games in a clean, brightly lit room was gone, replaced by someone who lived for the dirt and the chaotic, crushing reality of the road. To her own shock, the fear had long since melted into a perverse sort of devotion to her new life. As the spires of the Capital finally appeared on the horizon, Chika looked back at the muddy trail behind them. For the "Love Detective," these weren't just the darkest days of her life—they were the most vivid she had ever known.'
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Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art '📖 Library, 2nd Book' with user description 'She likes reading in the library... alone 😏'
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📖 Library, 2nd Book

peterco
AI art '👗 Ooops! Moment' with user description 'Another bunch of pussy peek moments... If I only worked so hard as I am productive here 😁 @zuzul @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @onlyyouprod @blackhairedstudent @dreamerofdreams @barry915 @terror2 @herlin Algorithm test results: Posts with people tagged, had impressions over a million, within hours or days: Car Girls - 1.3 million Grim Reaper Girl - 3.5 million Oops Moment - 6.6 million May the Cats Be with You - 1.6 million so far So, regular posts had impressions in the thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Reaching a million is not impossible, but it is much easier with people tagged in the description. Impressions do not guarantee likes though 😁'
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👗 Ooops! Moment

peterco
AI art '✨ Nina. Did she know?' with user description 'Her name is Nina, a very very pretty girl. I won't see her again, I guess. So, this is just another memory preserved in this way and, mostly, mixed with my imagination 😏 And yeah, couple of last pics are especially for @warmicestudio... yes, buddy, I was thinking of you 🍩 (😆)'
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✨ Nina. Did she know?

peterco
AI art 'Ilyana'
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Ilyana

barry915
AI art '🥳 @zuzul 4000 followers' with user description 'Congrats, @zuzul, you made it! 🎉🎉🎉 You inspired me to "one breast out" Oops! Moment, so enjoy your 4k Party! 🥳 @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @octavian @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @barry915 @zesoul @dreamerofdreams @terror2 @onlyyouprod @herlin @norsedemonlord @blackhairedstudent @jlixard'
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🥳 @zuzul 4000 followers

peterco
AI art 'Just a sketch' with user description 'A room without books is like a body without a soul (Marcus Tullius Cicero).'
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Just a sketch

peterco
AI art '📖 Library, 7th Book' with user description 'Has she finished reading yet? 😁'
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📖 Library, 7th Book

peterco
AI art '📖 Library, 3rd Book' with user description 'She loves to read... all alone 😏'
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📖 Library, 3rd Book

peterco
AI art 'Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)'
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Pillow Princesses 8 (Anime Hotties)

usagi77
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 'Casting Mayuri' with user description '​The Official Casting Transcript: Mayuri Shiina ​Identity: Name, age, and job? "Tuturu~! Mayushii’s name is Mayuri Shiina! I’m 18 years old. I work part-time at 'May Queen Nyan-nyan' as a maid, but I’m also Lab Member 002! I’m the one who makes all the costumes for my friends!" ​Dreams: What do you want for your future? "Hmm... Mayushii just wants everyone to stay together forever. I want to see Okarin achieve his big dreams, and I want to find a star that belongs just to me. Oh, and I want to sew a costume so beautiful that it makes everyone gasp with joy!" ​Family: Do you want to get married and have children? "Ehh? Married? (She blushes deeply and giggles) I think being a bride would be like playing dress-up forever! If I found someone as kind as my grandmother was, I’d like to have a big, happy family. We could have picnics under the stars and eat lots of juicy karaage together every single day!" ​Hobbies: Do you play games or watch anime? "Oh, yes! Mayushii watches lots of anime! I really love Cardcaptor Sakura because the costumes are so, so pretty—I want to sew all of them! I also watch Sailor Moon with the other girls. As for games... I’m not very good at the 'shooting' ones like Daru-kun, but I play Animal Crossing on my handheld! It’s so peaceful to just pick fruit. Oh, and I play Project SEKAI too, but my fingers get all tangled on the hard songs!" ​Favorites: Who are your favorite characters? "Hmm, let’s see! My absolute favorite is Sakura Kinomoto—she’s so brave and her 'Release!' catchphrase is wonderful! I also really like Usagi Tsukino because she’s a bit of a crybaby like me, but she always protects her friends. In my games, I love Isabelle from Animal Crossing because she works so hard! And... I think Alphonse Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist is so sweet. He’s like a big, warm hug!" ​Motivation: Why do you want to do this? What do you expect? "I want to help the Lab! Okarin is always so worried about 'The Organization' and money for his inventions. I expect to take some very pretty pictures that make people feel warm and happy inside!" ​Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like hugs? "Hugs are a 10! A 100! Hugs are like a warm blanket for your soul. They make all the 'scary' things go away." ​Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? "'JUICY KARAAGE NO. 1!' If Mayushii says that, it means it's time for a snack break or I'm feeling a little bit overwhelmed and need a moment!" ​Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? "High-def? Like the fancy cameras Daru-kun talks about? I hope I don't have any crumbs on my face from lunch! Please make sure my hat looks straight." ​Limits: Footjobs, golden showers, and scat? (She tilts her head, looking genuinely puzzled) "A 'footjob'? Is that a new kind of dance? Or maybe I'm helping someone put on their socks? That sounds like a helpful thing to do! But... 'golden showers'? Does that mean standing under a yellow umbrella in the rain? I don't want my costume to get soggy! And the last one... uwah, that sounds very icky! Mayushii likes things to be clean and sparkly like the stars." ​Intensity: Rough play or hair pulling? "Oh no, no! That would be very scary! You have to be very, very gentle with Mayushii, like you’re holding a tiny little Upa bird. If you're mean or rough, Mayushii might start to cry, and then Okarin will get really, really mad at you!" ​The Debut: Which act do you choose to start with? "Since it’s for art, I’ll agree to the 'Nude' poses. It’s a bit embarrassing to be without my clothes, but if the lighting is pretty and it helps my friends, I’ll do my best to stay very still. Tuturu~!" ​The First Set: "Stardust Vulnerability" ​Mayuri stands in the center of the studio, her blue dress and hat carefully folded on a stool nearby. She looks down at her bare body with a shy, curious smile, her hands hovering tentatively over her chest. The bright studio lights catch the soft, porcelain-like curves of her figure, casting gentle shadows that emphasize her innocence'
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Casting Mayuri

blackhairedstudent
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
AI art "Iommi Opens Up to You!"
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Iommi Opens Up to You!

ftfarmer
AI art 'Hina's Story: Trial Run Part 1' with user description 'Staring at Yuki across the table, Hina could only gawk at the request. “So are you game or no?” Yuki said, laying the newest device from Good Vibes Co. in between them. “Yuki, I understand you want live data, but what made you think I would that I would agree to this?” Hina exclaimed. Yuki had mentioned to Hina that she had a request that only she could help with as the company’s newest product was expected to be demoed at their next board meeting, however this request was the last thing she expected to come from Yuki. Unfortunately for her long-time best friend, Yuki knew exactly how to let her busty best friend to agree. “Oh, so now you chicken out?” Yuki mischievously instigates The great Hina is too good to bring herself down to-“ Immediately Hina picks up the device and heads to the diner’s restroom to equip herself. No one, challenges Hina and expects to win without challenge. She slips the device snugly inside her, the cold foreign object sending shivers of anticipation throughout her body. After securing it in place with the help of her panties and hose, she heads out to see Yuki had left the diner, waiting outside. Rejoining with her, Yuki explains how she will collect data. “There are three levels, each stronger than the last,” she starts, “I will need you at three different locations while I wait around here, you just do whatever you’d like.” With that brief introduction, she taps a button on her phone app, and immediately the device turns on, catching Hina by surprise, letting out a small yelp before stopping herself. “This is just the demo mode. Is it too much? We can just test-” “Shut up and lets get this over with.” Hina responds arms crossed heading to the park. She sits down on the bench, finally getting used to the tremors from between her legs. "Remember," Yuki's voice rings in her head as she left her, "the safe is 'Good Vibes' to stop!" Noted. “Ok this shouldn’t be too bad, feels nice actually… Don’t think there should be any problems.” Haha, you just had to raise a flag lmao. Immediately, the vibrations intensified, catching Hina’s breath. She squeezes her hands between her sexy thighs she restrains herself from ripping off her pantyhose to remove the uncooperative passenger. Blushingly profusely and breathing heavily, Hina shakily looks around wary of those walking by. The kids behind are ignorantly playing among themselves while the other passerby’s don’t notice the heated look from Hina. The vibrations start to slowly spread throughout her body, and just as Hina is about to submit her to the first wave, it stops. “Huh!?” Hina confusedly looks between her legs, not noticing the slight wetness in hands. Before she could process what happens, Yuki texts her. “I need to test the reach of app, I am currently in the center of the subway loop going around the business district, take the first train you can and complete a round and let me know if you notice any weakness from the device.” Frustrated, but slightly flushed from the previous excitement, Hina heads over to the subway and boards the first one available, nervously waiting for level two to start. In the distance, Yuki smirks, “She has no idea I tested out the range and its twice what the business loop travels. But she doesn’t have to know. Let’s start the next level, but on roller coaster.” She taps her phone and waits for the train to make its full loop. Hina makes her way slowly through the crowded train and is able to locate a vacant spot, blessed that she doesn’t have to stand for the next round. Seated between the end of the aisle and an elderly man, Hina doesn’t have to wait long as her object of all problems starts with life…but in demo mode? Hina, already used to the feeling relaxes. Blissfully thinking that the ten-minute loop shouldn’t take too long. Sigh… Second flag raised. Women, you are the problem that your solutions refuse to solve. Slowly, the vibrations intensify reaching level one. Hina’s sexy legs immediately closed, hands helplessly pressed and squeezed between her luscious curves, but she was not prepared for level two to strike then. If level one was the alarm clock you hate hearing every morning, level two is the monster truck that steals your hearing. Throwing her head back, Hina squeezes her thighs even harder, ankles crossed as she consciously tries preventing herself from kicking the passengers in front of her in reflex. "Yuki what the hell is this?" Hina coudn't tell if she was shaking from the bumpy ride or from the device itself. Slowly, the familiar feeling begins to rise, and just before she could peak, demo mode. Honestly, Hina was more grateful that she could relax and exhale her held breath rather then getting denied twice. Next to her the elderly man looked concerned. "Everything alright, sweety?" He politely asks. Before she could respond, demo mode turns into level two, and Hina was lcukily able to stifle her cries and respond with a tight "Yes." Part Two in a new post, character limits :('
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Hina's Story: Trial Run Part 1

mellmell1
AI art '📖 Library, 1st Book' with user description 'I haven't been to the library in years, but from what I remember, it looked something like this 😏'
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📖 Library, 1st Book

peterco
AI art 'The Quietest Sin' with user description 'The afternoon sun is bleeding through the high stained-glass windows, turning the dust motes into gold. It’s the dead hour of the day—too late for classes, too early for dinner. The only sound is the rhythmic, rhythmic thump of the librarian’s stamps and the occasional rustle of her skirts as she patrols the upper mezzanine. ​Vesper never cared for the curriculum, but she has a deep appreciation for the architecture of a secret. Tucked into the deepest corner of the 'Forbidden History' aisle, where the shelves are tall enough to swallow the world, she’s rewrite the rules of the room. The space between 'study partners' and 'accomplices' has completely dissolved into the heat of the afternoon. ​Every shallow breath is a war against the oppressive silence; every sliding silk strap feels like a thunderclap in the stillness. She’s turned this sanctuary of knowledge into a feverish, high-stakes game of hide and seek. ​Vesper: (Her voice a ghost of a whisper against your neck, cold and deliberate) "Shhh... do you hear her? Her heels are clicking on the marble, just one aisle over. She’s looking for a book that isn't where it belongs." ​Partner: "Vesper, stop... if she peers through the gaps in the shelves, she'll see everything..." ​Vesper: (Tracing the line of your pulse with a slow, teasing fingernail, her eyes dark with a predatory calm) "That’s why you’re going to stay perfectly still. No shaking. No gasping. Just the weight of my hand and the risk of being ruined in broad daylight. If you can keep your composure while she’s standing right behind that shelf... I might just let you see what happens in the final chapter."'
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The Quietest Sin

cef_ultra
AI art 'Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.' with user description 'Mireya and Neli were enjoying their day off when suddenly they heard a terrifying scream coming from an alley. There they found a demon attacking a girl. Neli quickly attacked the demon with a flying kick, while Mireya cast a spell that engulfed the demon in flames. The badly wounded demon ran off. Once they had calmed down, they asked the girl what had happened, and she told them her story. My name is Elena Duboys; my mother recently died of an illness, and my father fell into a rage. I try to take my mother’s place with the housework so my father can recover from the loss. My father couldn’t bear the loss of his wife and was consumed by a demon that attacked him while he slept. Thanks to the fact that you happened to be passing by, you rescued her, but her father ended up being consumed by the demon. After hearing the story, Mireya invited her to the club, which led Elena to decide to live there, and she ended up cleaning up the mess left by the group members—mostly Neli, who is a disaster. The end.'
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Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.

crow-7w7
AI art 'Don't make noise'
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Don't make noise

miau999
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