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AI art 'One More Light🕯️' with user description 'I asked myself today: can images really carry emotions? Even if this place usually tends to trigger emotions a bit lower down 😏 So here’s my attempt to bring a song by an absolute legend to life through images without losing its message. 💫 @peterco @warmicestudios @gildenstein @heihund @parda @terror2 @ririfake @poly7 @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter'
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One More Light🕯️

reptorn
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AI art "My girl Hinata"
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My girl Hinata

kevinlor20
AI art 'Dinner with Sera' with user description 'Sera said she wanted to get something to eat today, but I’m pretty sure she has something else in mind. What do you think? @gildenstein @hollenwulf @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @goobygubby @cro_bo @varcolac @smut317 @narillia @zerogroupe21 @saltymajor778 @zesoul @reptorn'
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Dinner with Sera

azariel
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AI art "Village favourite's normal sex"
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Village favourite's normal sex

zesoul
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Sans titre

immarti7
AI art 'Celest Vale sees the world 3' with user description 'Ah, Las Vegas, where you can win big or lose big. Celest came to Sin City to partake in some gambling, some dancing and of course, some fucking. She did great at gambling - luck always seems to follow here - winning at slots, blackjack and craps before hitting the poker table. "Evening gentlemen, is this the poke-her table?" Celest laughed. Corny joke aside, she ended up with exactly what she wanted: a deep fucking right there on the table. "How is this allowed?" One gambler asked. "Dude, shut the fuck up and watch the show!" Another barked as he whipped his dick out. The first shrugged and all three cashed out right on her at the table. "Thanks boys, but it's time from mami to shake her ass," She said and headed to the nightclub in the lobby. Club Exotic was loud and crowded. Celest danced and drank herself into a tipsy, horny frenzy. Two tourists saw her...well two were brave enough to talk to the hottest woman in the club. "So you both want me huh," She said. "Let's let luck decide. Flip a coin, one of you gets me later and the other gets me now." They flipped a coin and the asian man pulled first. She took her jeans off and leapt onto him. He took his dick out and fucked her on the floor. "HOW IS THIS ALLOWED?!" A random woman asked. "You're just mad cause no one is fucking you on the floor," another woman answered. As the man came inside her, Celest purred, "Done already? Well, looks like your friend is up." She took him to her room upstairs. He whipped out his massive dick. "Oh shit, jackpot!" She said. Celest got railed by the man for the next hour. "Oh, fuck, I'm so glad this is allowed!" She screamed. He shot a massive creampie in her and she sent him on his way. "I need a shower after that," she panted. As she came out the bathroom, she heard a familiar voice: "What the fuck are YOU doing here?" She turned around to see her little sister Cyndel covered in cum. "Same as you, Cyndie, but with significantly less hard work involved," she said. "Shut up, Celest. Let me use your shower. Then, let's go eat," Cyndel demanded. "Sure, sis. My treat. I won big today." "Yeah, me too."'
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Celest Vale sees the world 3

octavian
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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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Link’s Homecoming Meal

ulyth
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AI art "Not The 1975"
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Not The 1975

reptorn
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AI art "Welcome to Raven´s BBQ!"
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Welcome to Raven´s BBQ!

kendarfulgrim
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AI art "Tavern ordinary days"
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Tavern ordinary days

ririfake
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AI art "Berlin trip begins !"
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Berlin trip begins !

zuzul
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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8' with user description 'Case File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8 Classified: For Official Use Only Three weeks have passed since Irene's death. A lot has happened since then. Last week, a military Boomer went berserk; there were many casualties—both among the AD Police and the civilian population. Mason—that slick, smooth-talking asshole! He covered his tracks too well; I can't pin anything on him—not the body of the man who tortured me, the lab explosion, the contract killing of Irene, or the Boomer attack... yet I know for a fact he’s behind it all. I need to take another look at the Desouses—the place Akiko and I were during the attack. The owner... I’ve seen her before, but where? The alarm I set for 6 AM reminds me that I don't have much time left before the night shift hands over to the day shift. I stare into the open locker in front of me... there it hangs... my stomach turns... I haven't worn it since... my arms and hands ache... as it all plays out again in my mind's eye... the broken bones... the amputation... my heart starts racing, and I feel like I can't breathe. I force myself to use the meditation technique Akiko taught me and calm down. I have to face this; I won't let it control me. So, I stand up and take the black uniform out of the locker. After a few minutes, I have it on, even though it took a great deal of effort to bring myself to do it. I stride through the empty corridors toward my office; I want to review the data again before the meeting the Chief has scheduled begins. At this hour, I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me. Lost in thought, I search for the connection—the single detail that ties everything together. I don't notice my office door opening until an officer walks in. It’s Officer Romanova. Nene: Good morning, Detective. I’m here to... She breaks off mid-sentence as she seems to recognize my uniform. Shock is written all over her face. The existence of the special unit is an open secret, but usually, no one knows who belongs to it. I can practically see the lump forming in her throat. Nene: I... I... She just stammers incoherently. Hana: Officer Romanova, you’re here quite early. When does your shift start? 8 AM? That’s an hour and a half away. Nene: Le... on... I mean, Detective McNichol... asked me to look into something. Hana: And that would be? Nene: Uh... I’m supposed to look for connections between the victims of the lab explosion... and other crimes... Connections between the explosion victims and other crimes? Hana: How exactly does that lead to me? Nene: Roy Chang. I wanted to look at the evidence in his murdered wife's case, but I was told the evidence was under seal because a piece was missing. The realization hits me like a slap in the face. Irene’s husband was among the victims. Hana: Listen—Nene, that’s your name, right? Tell Leon to let it go. Irene wasn’t what she seemed; she was the daughter of a Triad family. Nene: Are you sure about that? Hana: Absolutely. And it won’t end well if he keeps digging into this. Now go. I have a meeting to get too. Nene: Okay, thanks. I nod in acknowledgment and watch her leave. I wait a few more minutes before heading out myself. I need to be more careful; she caught me off guard, and that can’t happen again. This time, I make sure the hallway is empty before heading to the meeting room. I’m not the last one there—the Chief is still missing—but the others are already waiting for me. Parda, our sniper, is sitting on one of the tables, along with the twins—Warm and Ice—our heavy weapons specialists. Then there’s Terror2, the explosives expert, and Gildenstein, the pilot and hacker. Together we are the AD Polices Shadow Squad. Linna is sitting on her sofa, lost in thought, when the doorbell rings. She finds nothing at the door but a letter with no return address. She picks it up and goes back inside. The letter contains a personal message and something else—something falls out of the envelope onto the table. Linna: That’s Irene’s wedding ring? You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished. This is the end of File 2, the Story will continue in File 3: The Shadow Squad @warmicestudios @ririfake @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter @peterco @smut317'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8

gildenstein
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AI art "Cogita's Gift - Post Game Adventures in Hisui"
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Cogita's Gift - Post Game Adventures in Hisui

pokemon_maniac
AI art "Dinner is served."
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Dinner is served.

ulyth
1
AI art "Silica 2"
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Silica 2

lustknight13
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AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure 4B' with user description '<This post continues from the 3b “Refuse her” decision> "Oh, is that so..." the woman says dejectedly. She wasn't your wife. She couldn't be. Such a person didn't exist, you were sure of it. But then... who was she? And why did she look so sad now? Her outstretched hand pulled back against her bosom, pressing into her soft breast. An almost embarrassed flush came to her cheeks as she looked back at you. "I see, it was wrong of me to be so presumptuous. I thought after this long you might still have been easy prey. But you truly have bounced back." She slides the covers off of her as you ponder her words. The sight of her naked body pulls your eyes, muddles your thoughts just a bit. Without even trying to, she makes it hard to ponder too deeply. You almost expect another advance, an objection of some sort to your refusal. But her sad frown shifts ever so slightly into a sad smile as she slinks past you and over the edge of the bed, standing upright in your bedroom. The morning light dances across her back and sends shimmers through her glossy hair. Her breasts and hips sway elegantly. She is still gorgeous, but you can feel the mesmerizing pull of her skin and her scent and her voice slowly lightening its hold on you. "Well then, I suppose this is goodbye." she says. "Enjoy this second chance, don't waste it." She turns to leave and you grab her hand. You didn't fall for her ploy, whatever it might have been for, but that doesn't mean you want her to leave. Despite it all, something about her still calls to you. You object. You ask her to stay, to talk to you, to tell you what's going on and if the Woods and all that had transpired there was just a dream after all. But she shakes her head softly. "That isn't how this works. I'll miss you, but for now I have to go. The Woods are where I belong, and you have chosen to leave them behind." She gives you a gentle wave. "Goodbye." You blink and the woman has vanished without a trace. It would be easy to claim that she had never been there at all, but the covers still lay where she had left them, and her soft floral perfume, like wildflowers covered in droplets after the rain, lingered in the air. You feel a weight in your hand, the same hand that had been holding so tightly to her arm just moments ago. In your hand, rests a single pure white flower. An oddly comforting sight. You leave it in the windowsill facing the forest behind your house. Somehow, it multiplies over the passing days, filling the vase and keeping her fragrance in the air. You don't see her again. --- Months later, you find yourself sitting alone at a coffee shop you frequent. Not a day has gone by that you haven't thought about her, the mysterious lady of the woods. You kept her flowers alive and well watered, as though your love for them would somehow reach her wherever she had disappeared to. But after so long you had almost started to give up on that feeling. Still, this morning you watered the flowers as you always did. The cafe door opens and your thoughts drift back towards the coffee in your hand, or the coming work week. Then, you smell it. Her perfume. Bold, fresh, not the least diluted by time or distance, not the lingering echo of the vase in your bedroom, but the full unmistakable aroma of the Woods. You turn to look, and impossibly, there she stands. She is dressed like a normal person, no flowers or golden leaves on her head. But it had to be her, right? She was real after all, wasn't she? You hesitate for a moment, but your mind was made up already. You offer to pay for her coffee if she would be willing to talk to you for a moment, and to your delight and horror, she accepts. She doesn't seem to remember you, even though you remember her. But she seems happy to talk to you. The conversation flows like water in the forest creek and before long the two of you have ordered more coffee. "You know," she said, her voice full of excitement. "There's something about you. You seem... like a nature guy, am I right?" You tell her you like to hike, but you haven't been in quite a while. You don't tell her about your last hike. She smiles and leans forward, her eyes sparkling. "What if I told you I know a great little trail not too far from here. Its just over the ridge line. Its a little deep in the woods out there, but that's the point of a hike right? What do you say, you want to go with me sometime?" You know the trail. You thought that you would have to go back there to find her. You hadn't though she would find you first. You look back into her eyes and your heart flutters. < Ending D - Is This The Real Life? >'
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Choose Your Own Adventure 4B

usagi77
AI art
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Sans titre

valtek
AI art "PT2 - Breaking Nami"
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PT2 - Breaking Nami

benbenber
AI art 'Glazed!' with user description 'A few days ago, there was a trend going around about "glazing" your favorite waifu (or waifus)! I know I'm a bit late to the party since I didn't have the time earlier, but I loved the trend and wanted to join in! My original pink-haired, blue-eyed waifu, Mary, certainly didn't miss out—she got glazed in all sorts of places... in private, at the park, during yoga, in class... She seems to enjoy it more than anyone! @parda @peterco @warmicestudios @octavian @cef_ultra @dreamerofdreams @gildenstein @terror2 @ironsteel54 @cro_bo @gildenstein @barry915 @a_casual_prompter @casca_kirei-onna @reptorn @azariel @zerogroupe21 @hollenwulf @beelzudude @bad_77 @artfx85'
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Glazed!

kendarfulgrim
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