232
playing instrument

playing instrument

0 Followers
1girlbreastsblushlarge breastssololong hairinstrumentopen mouthnipplesindoorslooking at viewerblack hairholdinguncensoredsmilestandingbare shoulderssweatshort haircollarbonepussysolo focusmedium breastsheteronude1boyshirtmusicthighslong sleeves
AI art "Summer Babes - Team Celest"
10

Summer Babes - Team Celest

octavian
AI art "Track 01: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) 🎸⚡🔥"
10

Track 01: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You) 🎸⚡🔥

cef_ultra
AI art 'Meet Mika' with user description 'New OC...what do you think?'
6

Meet Mika

octavian
AI art 'Kaede Casting' with user description 'The air in the private library was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold, metallic precision that defined Byakuya Togami’s presence. Kaede Akamatsu sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers twitching as if she were trying to find a melody in the suffocating silence. Across from her, Byakuya sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He didn't look like a man discussing music; he looked like a man finalizing a hostile takeover. "One hundred thousand seats, Akamatsu," Byakuya began, his voice a smooth, aristocratic hum. "The stadium is already sold out. The global broadcast rights alone have exceeded the GDP of a small nation. This is the moment the world stops being a collection of individuals and becomes your audience. You will be the first pianist in human history to command such a crowd. It is a pinnacle that even someone of my standing acknowledges as... significant." Kaede’s eyes shimmered with a mix of awe and terror. "A hundred thousand... I can’t even imagine that many hearts beating at once. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, Byakuya. To bring people together through music, to make them smile... it’s my only dream." "Then you understand the necessity of the 'Platinum Tier' investors," Byakuya said, leaning back and crossing his legs with a graceful, cold efficiency. "To organize an event of this magnitude requires capital that even the Togami Heritage Foundation does not simply throw away. I have secured twenty high-profile investors. They are men of immense power and equally immense... appetites. They are the ones who have made this stadium possible." Kaede tilted her head, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "Investors? Well, of course. I’ll be happy to meet them and play a private piece after the show." "You misunderstand," Byakuya interrupted, his gaze piercing through her. "They don't want to hear you play. They want to experience the Ultimate Pianist in a more... tactile fashion. The agreement is simple: before the performance, during the intermission, and for the duration of the after-party, you will belong to them. They will use your body in every way they see fit. Orally, vaginally, and anal—you will be a vessel for their recreation. Furthermore, you are required to maintain that hopeful smile of yours throughout every encounter. If the cameras or the investors detect even a hint of reluctance, the broadcast is cut, and you will be sued for breach of contract until you are destitute." Kaede’s breath hitched, her face draining of color. She stood up abruptly. "You’re talking about me being a sex slave! To twenty strangers? I’m an artist, Byakuya! My body isn't a commodity you can just trade for a venue!" "Everything is a commodity, Akamatsu. Especially your 'art,'" Byakuya countered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be so dramatic. It’s a simple transaction. You claim you want to make the world smile? You claim you would do anything for your audience? Well, this is the 'anything.' If you refuse, you are proving that your convictions are shallow. You would deny a hundred thousand people the chance to hear your music simply because you are too 'refined' to let a few men find satisfaction in your flesh?" He stood up, walking slowly toward her until he was looking down at her, his presence cold and immovable. "Think of the scale. Think of the legacy. For hours, you will be used. You will be stretched and filled in every orifice, hammered into the dirt by men who treat you like a communal toy. It will be degrading. But when you walk out onto that stage, you will be the most famous woman on the planet. Your music will reach every corner of the earth. Is your pride truly worth more than the happiness of a hundred thousand souls?" Kaede looked down at her hands—the hands she had used to play Mozart and Beethoven. She pictured the absolute humiliation of being passed from man to man like a piece of equipment. She imagined the sensation of being filled by strangers, of her dignity being stripped away while she was forced to beam with a synthetic joy. But then, she heard it. In her mind, she heard the roar of the stadium. She saw the faces of the people who needed her music to survive. "If I do this..." Kaede whispered, her voice trembling but gaining a sharp edge. "If I let them do those things... you promise the music will reach everyone? No interruptions?" "The Togami word is absolute," Byakuya replied. "You provide the service, I provide the stage. The world will hear you, provided you can keep your mouth turned upward while it is being occupied." Kaede took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the weight of the choice settling into her bones, a cold sacrifice for a beautiful end. She looked up at Byakuya, her eyes wet but determined. She forced her lips to curl, slowly and painfully, into a wide, radiant smile. "Then tell them I accept," Kaede said, her voice clear.'
23

Kaede Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)"
30

Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)

octavian
AI art 'A Date With Stealth-chan' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the quiet, mysterious woman known as Stealth-chan. She comes and goes at all hours, to the military base, to the station, to the store, with no regularity. You wonder if she ever sleeps. Or if she does anything besides whatever her secretive job is. Maybe, if you spend some time with her, you can get a glimpse behind her emotionless mask.'
30

A Date With Stealth-chan

usagi77
AI art 'The musician's struggle - Ch 1' with user description 'My name is Mika Nakamura and I'm a struggling musician. I love the guitar and play everywhere I can and honestly...it sucks. I remember what I had to do just to get on stage and play a gig last week. I don't mind sucking a cock to get ahead...it's part of the game, I guess, but I don't recommend one that's been in leather for 3 hours. Ugh. *buzz* Damnit, Eric is calling me again...third time this week. Why can't he take the hint? Yes, we had sex two weeks ago but I told that bastard not to get me pregnant and what does he do? Put my legs over my head and tries to breed me. That jerk is SO lucky I just started birth control that day, but the only thing he can go fuck is himself. No respect, no pussy....that's my motto. *buzz* Oh? Looks like I got a call that might be worth my while. Better get to bed; seems like I have a big week ahead.'
14

The musician's struggle - Ch 1

octavian
AI art "Ember & Jasmine"
8

Ember & Jasmine

terror2
AI art
30

Senza titolo

traders
The violinist

The violinist

bian1981gt
AI art 'Back to work 6/1' with user description 'New Cyndel Vale needs money June 1st. Featuring Mika. It's gonna rock! @parda @bad77 @barry915 @kendarfulgrim @murcie @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @peterco @terror2 @blackhairedstudent'
2

Back to work 6/1

octavian
AI art
30

Senza titolo

traders
AI art 'Leia'
8

Leia

-bpm
AI art "Falling asleep"
4

Falling asleep

cerebru
AI art 'The Rhythm of Nia (CZN)'
12

The Rhythm of Nia (CZN)

nowclamer
AI art "Mei the Bassist"
4

Mei the Bassist

dreamerofdreams
AI art 'Choose your own adventure: Lady of the Woods 3a' with user description '< this post continues from the 2a "yes" path > You do your best to nod an affirmation to the lady's question. Of course you deserve a second chance. You didn't ask for any of this, right? This wasn't your fault. It couldn't be. But the lady doesn't seem to agree. Her smirk deepens into something closer to contempt as her glowing eyes seem to peer directly into your thoughts. "You would say that. As always, greedy. Self absorbed. Deflecting blame. Humans rarely surprise me, but I was hoping you might be different." The formless world around you reverberates as though disturbed by some distant impact and the smoke closes in around you. "Unlike your kind though, I do keep my word. I offered you a choice. You decided. I would not make an offer if both outcomes weren't possible." She leans forward, magic beginning to gather in her palms like balls of green fire. "You shall have your second chance. But, I'll leave you fate in the hands of your own kind. Let us see if they choose to spare you, shall we?" The magic surges forth and you can feel yourself diminishing. The lady grows taller, or perhaps you are growing smaller, as what little sensation you still had of your body begins to fade away. When you regain consciousness, the world suddenly looks normal again. No smoke, no strange lights, no shimmering auras. But your mind still feels cloudy. Airy, even. Like you aren't thinking so much as drifting in a small pool of ideas and feelings. You try to move but you can no longer feel your limbs. Your arms feel thin and wiggly and you can't make them move at all. Your legs feel like they are bound together and you try in vain to wiggle them. You realize, to your horror, that you can't even look around. Your entire world is this single image of the forest clearing. And suddenly, the lady is here too. Sitting and singing just as she was when you first entered. You call for her, but you aren't sure if your mouth still works and she doesn't respond. After some time of this, maybe hours, maybe weeks, your hear footsteps approaching. A new human has entered the clearing, a man not so different from yourself. The lady greets him just as she had you. She gives him the same speech, and makes him the same offer of the magical flower. But then she turns to you. With only a hint of knowing in her eyes, she reaches out and grabs your stem, plucking you from the ground. Your legs have been severed. No, not your legs. Your roots. You scream internally, but to the outside world you are simply a flower and nothing more. The man has accepted the gift, just as you had. And in so doing, he has sealed your fate. She hands you over to the man, as your consciousness gives into the pain and begins to fade away. Your last sight, before your mind vanishes completely, is the lady's sad, but unwavering smile. Not looking at the new man, but at you, at your unseen eyes, perhaps truly wishing things had turned out differently. < Ending A - The Cycle of Nature - Reached >'
14

Choose your own adventure: Lady of the Woods 3a

usagi77
AI art 'Lady of the Woods' with user description 'Some say theres a mysterious voice singing deep in the farthest reaches of the wilds. Others say that those who follow it never come back. Perhaps they met with a terrible fate, or perhaps they simply never wanted to leave.'

Lady of the Woods

usagi77
AI art 'The Priss Live in concert at the Hot Legs Club' with user description 'Priss in her Job as singer of a rockband, her songs are allover the complete Bubblegum Crisis OVA 😁'

The Priss Live in concert at the Hot Legs Club

gildenstein
AI art 'Ryo’s Secret Fan Lesson ～Kessoku Band Fan’s Special Cunnilingus Instruction～' with user description 'After the Kessoku Band practice ended and the other members had gone home, Yamada Ryo remained in the dimly lit practice room with one dedicated fan — a boy who had won her trust through his passionate support. Ryo sat on the chair with her bass guitar across her lap, skirt pulled up, black thigh-highs on, and legs spread wide open. The lucky fan knelt between her thighs, face pressed against her smooth, wet pussy. Ryo (holding her bass, speaking in her usual cool tone): “…As a fan of Kessoku Band, you said you’d do anything for me, right? Then… use your tongue. The rhythm is controlled by the speed of your cunnilingus.” The boy obediently buried his face deeper, his tongue sliding along her slit and flicking her clit at the tempo she desired. Ryo (voice slightly trembling as she strums a quiet riff): “Haa… Good… Faster here… Just like the pre-chorus build-up… Nn… Yes, right there… Control the rhythm properly…” She gripped the bass tightly, her golden eyes narrowing while her hips moved subtly to match his tongue movements. Juices dripped down his chin onto the floor. Ryo (biting her lip, trying to stay composed): “If you slow down… I’ll play a deeper groove… If you go faster and suck harder… I’ll give you an intense solo… Understood? Keep licking… deeper…” Ryo (inner thoughts): (…This fan is really serious… Getting my pussy eaten by a fan in the practice room… If the others knew the cool bassist was teaching a fan how to eat her out… I’d never live it down…) She reached down with one hand, gently grabbing his hair and guiding his head exactly where she wanted, using his tongue like her personal metronome. Ryo (moaning softly, cheeks flushed): “Good boy… That tempo is perfect… Make me cum with that eager fan tongue… If you do it well… I’ll let you come to the next secret lesson too…” Her body twitched as the fan continued devouring her passionately, completely following her lewd musical instructions.'
3

Ryo’s Secret Fan Lesson ～Kessoku Band Fan’s Special Cunnilingus Instruction～

itfml
Lingua
Visualizzazione
Griglia Immagini
Autocompletamento Prompt
Filtro Contenuti
Aiuto e Supporto
icona riscatto giornaliero: bicchiere vuoto
Riscatto Giornaliero
Oggi
M
+3
T
+3
W
+4
T
+4
F
+5
S
+5
S
+6
Riscatta ogni giorno per allungare la tua serie.
icona riscatto giornaliero: un secchio pieno d'oro
Pacchetti crediti

Crediti ricarica

NEW
icona missioni
Missioni

Completa le missioni per guadagnare crediti