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AI art "Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco"
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Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco

zesoul
AI art 'Octavian's 3k Celebration!!' with user description '"Oh...umm..hi...I know Cyndel usually does these but she's kinda busy at the moment...I just wanted to say thank you to all our fans and supporters who helped Octavian get to 3k followers. It....it really means a lot that you continue to like us and -" "What are you doing Liz? You KNOW that's my thing! Jeez, a girl get three dildos stuck in her and now everyone wants to steal my bit. Anyway, shout out to @peterco, @zuzul and @cef_ultra for keeping Octavian humble at number 4; @warmicestudios, @parda, @terror2 and @onlyyouprod who actually friended that nerd on Discord; @smut317 for making that KILLER fan-fic of my sister; @dreamerofdreams for the continued support of me, @bad77 and Annie, who Octavian won't shut up about (Seriously, it's a problem), and everyone else! I gotta get back to doing my thing....gotta keep practicing for the next job! Kisses!" ~ Cyndel Vale, Queen of the Waifus'
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Octavian's 3k Celebration!!

octavian
AI art "Streaming on OnlyWaifus?"
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Streaming on OnlyWaifus?

octavian
AI art 'Asuka New Swimsuit' with user description 'I was browsing swimsuits online for Olympic training when I found a sleek white one. Negative reviews said it felt like wearing nothing and turned sheer when wet. That sounded perfect for cutting drag. I bought it right away. It arrived days later. I tried it on — thin fabric hugged my body, back exposed, feeling almost weightless. I snapped mirror selfies, posted on Instagram: "New suit for Olympic prep 🔥 Less is more 💪 #SwimLife #AsukaLangley". Likes exploded, breaking my record fast. Energized, I went to the public pool near my apartment. Wednesdays it was closed for cleaning, but I needed to test it. The janitor, a fan, let me in blushing. "A-Asuka-san, big fan!" I dove in and crushed my laps. Best times of my life — nearly two seconds faster on 200m freestyle. This suit was gold. Panting, I climbed out. "Hey, Mr. Janitor. Take some photos for my Insta, like usual." He stuttered, face red, hands shaky, but snapped many shots as I stretched, arched my back, posed confidently. I had no idea the soaked suit was fully transparent. "Thanks. I'm going to the locker room to change. Send me the best ones." I entered but he followed. "Hey! What the hell?! Get out, pervert! This is the girls' locker room!" He showed his phone. "See them first..." My face went nuclear red. The suit hid nothing — breasts and hard nipples fully visible, pussy lips outlined, ass completely bare. I looked naked in every provocative pose. "Delete them right now, you creep!" But he stayed calm. "You know what you have to do for me to erase those photos, right?" "Ha?! Are you serious?!" I snapped back in classic Asuka style, arms tight over my chest, voice sharp with venom. "Dream on, loser! Who do you think I am? I'm Asuka Langley Soryu, Japan's best swimmer! I'm not doing anything for a creepy old janitor like you!" His expression hardened. "Do you think the national team will send a whore to compete for them? If these photos leave my phone, you're done. Sponsorships, fame, Olympics — all gone." My stomach dropped. "I can say they were taken without consent! I'll tell everyone I'm a victim!" He turned the screen back to me, scrolling slowly. "Look at the photos, Asuka. You're posing. Biting your lip. Arching your back. Making cute victory signs. Those aren't the faces of a victim. Your story won't hold up." My hands started shaking. Desperation crept in. "Mr. Janitor... please... I thought you were a fan. I really did..." "I am a fan," he said quietly. "I'll always support you. But you've been training here almost every Wednesday for a whole year now... and you don't even know my name, do you?" That hit deep. My eyes stung with tears. Pride crumbling, face burning crimson, I looked away. "Fine..." I muttered through gritted teeth, voice trembling. "I'll do it... but only this once! And when we're done, you promise you'll let me delete every single photo myself. All of them. Got it?!" He nodded. "Okay." He told me to suck his penis first. My face stayed full-blown red as I dropped to my knees on the cold tiles, still in the soaked see-through suit. "You disgusting pervert..." I whispered, but took his thick cock into my mouth. I sucked sloppily, gagging, cheeks flaming with humiliation the entire time. He didn't finish that way. Grabbing my red hair, he forced my face down onto the floor, ass up high. Then he thrust hard into my tight anus. "AAAHH!!" The pain was explosive. I screamed, tears pouring down my flushed face. "It hurts so much! Take it out, you bastard! It's ripping me apart!!" My body shook violently. He ignored my cries, pounding deep and relentless. We switched positions again and again — reverse cowgirl on the bench with my breasts bouncing, one leg up against the lockers, doggy style on the floor. The burning agony slowly, shamefully turned into pleasure. My pussy dripped wet, moans mixing with sobs. He knew exactly how to handle a woman, hitting every spot. When he finally came deep inside my ass, flooding me, I collapsed panting. "Give me your phone now... we're done, right?" But he was still rock hard. "Get on your knees and clean it." "I won't!" I protested, horrified. "Want my dick full of cum and shit going straight into your pussy next?" Defeated and red-faced, I obeyed. I licked him clean with my tongue. The filthy taste of cum mixed with my ass overwhelmed me. The deep submission made my body tremble violently.. and I came hard right there on my knees. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs in a humiliating orgasm while sucking his dirty cock. That shattered my last resistance. I completely gave myself to him. For hours he rotated between my soaked pussy and stretched asshole, fucking me in every position. I was a sobbing, moaning mess — crying from overwhelming pleasure, legs quaking, back arched as he used me. "Y-you idiot. don't stop.." slipped out between broken insults. I took his phone and erased the photos.. but asked him to continue. He came 5 times i came 9. "See you next Wednesday i said"'
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Asuka New Swimsuit

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Chika Dark Fantasy"
30

Chika Dark Fantasy

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Beatrice Magical Library' with user description 'Beatrice's POV – The Library's Humiliating Anomaly "Haaah?! What in the world—?!" The first wave of rainbow bubbles popped right in front of my face, and my body betrayed me instantly. My arms shot straight up above my head, wrists crossing as if bound by invisible force, forcing my small chest to thrust forward. The elegant gothic dress I had worn for centuries shimmered violently, the heavy pink fabric dissolving into thin air only to reform as a tiny, sheer white babydoll top that clung transparently to my flat chest and puffy little nipples. The skirt had shrunk to almost nothing — a pathetic frill of fabric barely covering the curve of my bottom, leaving my smooth, pale thighs and the soft mound between my legs dangerously exposed with every twitch. "This... this is outrageous, I suppose! Stop it right now!" I tried to clamp my legs shut, but another surge hit. The library floor seemed to tilt, and my pose shifted again — bent forward sharply at the waist, hands forced to grip my own ankles from behind in a humiliating standing straddle. My rear pushed high and out, the skimpy fabric riding up completely to bare my plump little ass cheeks and the tight, untouched slit beneath. The outfit changed once more into glossy, rainbow-striped micro-bikini strings that dug between my folds, outlining every delicate contour while leaving nothing to the imagination. The bubbles swirled faster, sparkling against my skin like lewd glitter. My face burned hotter than any flame magic. Centuries of dignity as the guardian of the Forbidden Library, reduced to this — legs spread awkwardly wide, body contorted so my most private areas were shamelessly displayed. I could feel cool air kissing my exposed pussy lips, the thin strings doing nothing to hide how they parted slightly from the forced stretch. "Wh-whoever is doing this... Betty will tear you apart! In fact!" I struggled, magic flaring weakly in my fingertips, but the bubbles only multiplied. *Pop. Pop.* My body jerked upright then twisted sideways into another absurd position: one leg kicked high and held vertical against my torso, like a lewd ballerina stretch, while my back arched dramatically. The bikini top vanished entirely this time, leaving my sensitive pink nipples stiff and bare in the open air. The bottom piece had transformed into a crotchless thong, the fabric framing rather than covering my smooth, hairless small pink pussy. Every tiny movement made my puffy outer lips jiggle and part, exposing the slick inner pink. Shame flooded me. This body — eternally youthful, delicate, and untouched — was being paraded in the most vulgar, awkward ways imaginable. I could see my own reflection in a polished book spine: drills disheveled, cheeks flushed crimson, mouth open in a mix of outrage and involuntary gasp as another pose locked in. Now on all fours on a suddenly appearing cushioned surface that definitely wasn't part of my library, back dipped low in a deep arch, ass raised high with knees spread. The outfit was little more than sparkling body paint now — strategic rainbow streaks across my nipples and dripping down my inner thighs, highlighting the glistening wetness that the humiliation was shamefully forcing from me. "Subaru... you idiot... where are you?!" I whimpered under my breath, voice trembling despite my pride. "Don't you dare see Betty like this... all exposed and... and dripping like some common harlot, I suppose..." The bubbles kept coming, each one triggering fresh shifts. My poses grew more extreme — spread-eagle against a shelf with wrists and ankles pinned, body twisted into pretzel-like contortions that left my tight little holes completely vulnerable and on display, clothes flickering between sheer negligées, slutty micro-skirts with no panties, and complete nudity save for glowing rainbow pasties that did nothing to conceal. The library itself warped around these humiliating scenes, forcing me from one degrading, awkward position to the next while I desperately searched for the source of this chaotic magic. I hated how my body reacted — the heat building between my legs, the way my nipples ached under the forced exposure. But more than anything, I hated the vulnerability. After 400 years of isolation, to be toyed with like this... If this didn't stop soon, I feared what else these cursed bubbles might make Betty do.'
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Beatrice Magical Library

blackhairedstudent
AI art '🚫No Horny🚫'
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🚫No Horny🚫

a_casual_prompter
AI art "Some pajamas"
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Some pajamas

zuzul
AI art "Mirror Selfie Trend!"
12

Mirror Selfie Trend!

cef_ultra
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gnashing3345
AI art "Anime House episode 1"
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Anime House episode 1

octavian
AI art 'Chie in Monokuma Day ep1' with user description 'Chie's Story I still can't believe I actually agreed to this. When the "Monokuma Day" challenge was first presented to me, my immediate instinct was to reject it out of hand. But the financial incentive was just too significant to ignore. My family had been facing some unexpected financial hurdles, and more than that, I had been eyeing an incredibly expensive, top-of-the-line police training that I knew I could never afford on my own. To secure that future and help out at home, I decided I could endure one highly unusual day of having my life documented by a cameraman named Black. My alarm blared at 5:00 AM, cutting. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, gonne to the kitchen sat up, and hugged Muku (my dog). "It's going to be a weird day, boy," I whispered into his fur. Before the sun was even up, it was time for my standard routine. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups and 100 squats.. its funny how my hair started to fall after doing it, i focused heavily on my form to keep my mind off the camera lens tracking my movements. Afterward, I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. But Black had to come with me and snapped a photo "Hey! Keep the camera angled up, alright?" After a quick breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed to school. Because of the strict school rules, Black had to stay back and couldn't follow me into the classroom. When the final bell rang, I met up with Yukiko, hoping we could head down to the Samegawa River to train together like we usually do. But Yukiko explained that the family inn was completely booked and she had to head straight back to help out. Black and I headed down to the riverbank. I wanted to make the most of the filming, so I turned to Black and asked him to capture a photo of a new high-kick variation I had been practicing. "Hey, when you edit this later, can you add some special effects? Like, a glowing green background and some light shining around my feet and fists? It would look so cool!" After practicing my kicks for over an hour, exhaustion finally caught up with me, my stomach let out a massive growl. I looked at Black, completely unashamed about my appetite, "Alright, I worked hard. You owe me some steak for this!" To my delight, he actually agreed. When we finally arrived back at my place, Black signaled that the most important part of the show was beginning and asked me to undress. My heart started hammering against my ribs. I did it slowly, my hands trembling as I stepped out of my clothes until I was left standing there in just my pink underwear. Despite how nervous I was, I couldn't deny that I i found him attractive.. When he asked me to remove my pink panties and show the camera, he noticed the fabric was a little dirty. I practically died of embarrassment on the spot. "I-I've been wearing this since six in the morning!" I stammered defensively, blushing furiously. "I was running around, training in the dirt, and sweating all afternoon! Of course it's not pristine!" Desperate for a timeout, I told him I needed to pee and take another shower to get properly clean for him. While I was in the bathroom pissing, the door suddenly opened. I froze, my face turning crimson as Black walked right in dick hard in hand. The sheer boldness of it caught me completely off guard, but the proximity stirred a sudden, intense thrill. Even though I was incredibly timid, I found myself leaning into the encounter, giving him a heated, passionate oral preview right there. I thoroughly enjoyed the rush of it, but after a moment, I looked up at him breathlessly and pleaded, "Please... don't ejaculate yet. Wait for me." He agreed, and I spent a little over an hour in the bathroom meticulously washing up, and painting my nails. When I finally stepped back into the bedroom, I was wearing an almost transparent black babydoll nightgown, my fingernails and toenails newly painted in black. Black immediately looked down and asked why I had gone through the trouble of painting them. I looked away, rubbing the back of my neck with a thoroughly girly, embarrassed excuse. "Well, you know... I just wanted to look nice for the camera. Besides, I know some of your audience—and I know you too—happen to really love beautiful and cared feet" (I am secretly proud of how mine looks, they are very feminine) Noticing how neat they looked against the dark polish, Black asked me to pose for some close-up photos of my feet. I did it very proudly and with the face covered in red.. From that point on, the camera rolled as we spent the rest of the night together, i gave him a flowjob, them he took me from behind, leaving me making expressions and sounds I didn't even know I was capable of. After he filled two of my holes i gave him a blowjob so that he could fill the third. By the time the final close-up photos were taken and the camera finally powered down, I was thoroughly spent, sore, and lying back against the pillows in a state of absolute, exhausted satisfaction'
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Chie in Monokuma Day ep1

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Nagatoro sleepover' with user description 'The rain wasn’t just falling; it was a seasonal deluge that turned the Tokyo streets into rushing rivers of neon reflection. Nagatoro stood by the wide glass window of a luxury apartment belonging to an upperclassman from the swim club, watching lightning arc across the darkening sky. She had expected a small, quiet hangout with a few girls, but the host had invited five other guys from the university soccer team. With the trains suspended due to flooding and the roads blocked, she was effectively trapped. The apartment was cavernous, filled with the heavy scent of three large pepperoni pizzas and the frantic, rhythmic sounds of a high-stakes gaming tournament. Nagatoro sat on the edge of the plush sectional, her Switch in handheld mode, trying to maintain her usual armor of cool, mocking indifference. "So, Nagatoro," one of the guys, a tall striker named Hiro, said as he leaned back, balancing a greasy slice of pizza. "We see you around campus all the time with that skinny art kid. The 'Senpai' guy with the glasses." Nagatoro didn't look up from her screen, though her fingers tightened slightly on the Joy-Cons. "What about him?" "Just wondering if you’re actually dating him," another guy added, sliding closer on the sofa until his knee brushed against hers. "You spend every waking hour hovering over him like a shadow. Is he your boyfriend or what?" Nagatoro let out a sharp, practiced laugh, though it felt hollow in the crowded, testosterone-heavy room. "Him? No way! He’s just a shy, spineless little Senpai I like to toy with. It’s not like that. He couldn't handle a girl like me anyway." The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The casual banter died down, replaced by a focused, predatory energy that made the air feel thick. The five guys exchanged slow, knowing looks. Without the perceived "claim" of her Senpai to shield her, the dynamic in the room transformed into something much more intense. "If you're not with him," Hiro said, his voice dropping an octave as he set his controller down on the glass table with a definitive *clack*, "then you're officially fair game, right?" Nagatoro felt a prickle of heat rise up her neck. She tried to muster a biting retort, a classic "gross" or a sharp jab to put them in their place, but the words caught in her throat. The sheer physical presence of five athletic guys surrounding her in the dim light was overwhelming. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, focusing hard on the race on her screen, her heart hammering against her ribs. "We think you do," another guy whispered, reaching out to slowly trail a finger down the side of her neck. Nagatoro flinched, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away. "You're always acting so tough, Nagatoro. But you're here, the rain is stopping anyone from leaving, and we're all very... interested." For a long time, she resisted. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, snapping at them to back off and calling them losers. But they didn't flinch. They moved closer, one of them putting a hand on her waist, another leaning in so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. They began to ask her more directly, their questions shedding any pretense of subtlety. "Does he even touch you like this?" Hiro asked, his hand moving firmly to her thigh. "Does he know what to do with a girl like you? Because we do." Nagatoro stared at the Switch, her vision blurring slightly. She thought of Naoto’s hesitant smiles and then looked at the confident, hungry expressions of the men around her. The weight of the situation, the isolation of the storm, and the constant, rhythmic pressure of their touch began to wear down her defenses. Her grip on the controller loosened. "I... I told you, he's nothing to me," she stammered, her voice losing its edge. "Then prove it," Hiro challenged, his face inches from hers. "Forget about the art gallery kid for one night. Stay here with us." She looked at the door, then back at the window where the rain continued to hammer down, sealing them into this private, heated world. The silent pressure of five sets of eyes waiting for her answer felt like a physical weight. Finally, she let out a long, shaky breath. The rebellious, teasing girl vanished, replaced by someone overwhelmed by the moment. She slowly reached out and set her Switch face-down on the coffee table, the screen clicking into sleep mode. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over a sudden crash of thunder. "Do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere." The pizza box was pushed aside to make room. As the storm raged outside, shaking the very foundations of the building, the boundaries of the "sleepover" vanished entirely. The night became a blur of shared heat and frantic energy that lasted until the sun finally broke through the clouds the following morning. When the streets finally dried, Nagatoro left the apartment in the quiet dawn, her usual persona left somewhere behind in the rainy darkness of the night before.'
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Nagatoro sleepover

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Still awake? So is she. 🌙✨' with user description 'The night has grown deeper, and the world outside is completely silent—but the connection between you and Aiko is only getting stronger. What started as a few playful photos has turned into those rare, late-night hours where honesty comes easy and time doesn't seem to exist. In this continuation, Aiko is even more relaxed, lounging in the soft glow of her bedside lamp. She’s moved past the mirror selfies and into more candid, vulnerable moments. It’s that cozy, 'don't-want-to-say-goodnight' feeling captured in every shot. She’s still the last thing on your mind, and she’s making sure it stays that way'
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Still awake? So is she. 🌙✨

cef_ultra
AI art 'Foot Worship Altina'
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Foot Worship Altina

blackhairedstudent
AI art "A night to Remember"
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A night to Remember

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Steins;Gate' with user description 'Part I: The Observer Effect ​The Organization’s trap was subtle: a single bed in a cramped Akihabara hotel. I, Hououin Kyouma, was relegated to the floor, my lab coat a meager shield against the cold. Sleep was impossible; every time I drifted off, Kurisu’s chaotic sleeping posture snapped me back. Her heels struck my jaw, and her shins found my ribs with a precision that felt like a localized spatial distortion. ​Finally, a heavy strike to my nose sent stars dancing across my vision. I stood up, fuming, ready to lecture the "Assistant" on basic human boundaries. But the moonlight caught her in a way that silenced my pride. She was flushed, her breathing a series of ragged, desperate hitches. Her hand was buried deep in her shorts, moving with a frantic urgency. The genius girl was lost in a dream of her own making, her hips rocking against her own palm in a raw display of honesty. ​The sight hit me like a physical blow. My blood turned to molten lead, rushing south with a pressure that threatened to burst my very veins. If she could be this uninhibited, this real in the dead of night, then I would match her intensity. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my member—a monstrously large, pulsing monolith that stood dark and heavy in the pale light. I began to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her trembling form. ​Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The silence was absolute. She stared directly at me—and then at the sheer, impossible scale of what I was holding. ​"OKABE! YOU—YOU ABSOLUTE, DEGENERATE, SEAMY PERVERT!" she shrieked, her face turning a color that defied the laws of optics. "What is that?! Why is it so huge?! Were you actually standing there, watching me, with... with that thing out?! I knew it! You’re a stain on the scientific community!" ​I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning. "Assistant! I can explain! It’s a biological response to your physical assault!" But she didn't look away. Her anger was masking a dark, rising curiosity. The experiment took an irreversible turn. ​Part II: The Subjective Reality ​I was frozen as Kurisu reached out. Her fingers wrapped around the velvet-soft heat of me. "How is this possible?" she breathed. Before I could answer, she leaned in, her red hair cascading over my thighs. She plunged her head down, gagging as she fought to master the intrusion. I watched, my jaw tight, as she swallowed the entire length, her throat working against the sheer bulk of me until I hit the very back. ​When she pulled back, gasping, she stripped and straddled me. She pressed her small, pale foot against my length to measure; I was visibly longer than her foot. She teased me with her soles, driving my arousal into a fever pitch, before she guided my tip to her entrance and sank down. ​The fullness was absolute. As she pushed down with a surreal energy, I looked down at her lower abdomen—my eyes widened as I saw the distinct protrusion of my own shape through her skin. It was a sight of total, beautiful corruption. The friction was too much; I surged, flooding her with a hot, heavy release. ​"Again," she pleaded, her voice a ragged rasp. "I want to be filled... everywhere." ​I watched her turn, offering her smaller, tighter port. When I entered her anus, it was a searing, pressurized conquest. I filled her until she felt like she would burst, her body molding to my staggering girth. Finally, she moved back to my face. ​She took me into her throat one last time, welcoming the suffocation. I pushed deep, my hand wrapping around her neck to feel the vibration of her breath. I could feel the head of my penis deep in her gullet, a sensation of ultimate depth and power. I fired a final, violent torrent so powerful it overflowed, spilling from her mouth and nose in a white, messy eclipse of her dignity. ​Part III: The Resultant (Makise Kurisu’s Perspective) ​My brain was offline. The logical, cynical Makise Kurisu had been replaced by something raw and starving. Taking him behind... it felt like being split open from the inside out. It was a tight, searing fullness that made my vision spark. When he released inside me there, it felt like a heavy, internal brand—a mark of ownership that went deeper than skin. ​But the throat... that was the final test. When I took him in that last time, I felt his hand on my neck, grounding me as he pushed deep. I felt the stretch, the suffocating, wonderful pressure of him filling my windpipe. I didn't care about the air. I only cared about the moment he broke. ​The taste, the heat, the sheer volume of him hitting the back of my throat was overwhelming. I felt it rising, overflowing, a literal flood that I couldn't contain. It felt like I was being drowned in him, and I loved every terrifying second of it. ​Now, I can’t move. My limbs feel like lead, and my skin is humming with a dull, blissful ache. I’m covered in the evidence of our madness, too weak to even reach for a towel. I look at Okabe—my "Mad Scientist"—and I feel a terrifyingly deep satisfaction.'
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Steins;Gate

blackhairedstudent
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crn055-null2471
AI art '[Repost] Aiko's selfie time' with user description 'It's been more than 4 months and a lot of post since we meet Aiko. Aiko always plays the role of the perfect, reserved girl at family events. But the moment she’s back in her room, the kimono starts to slip. She picks up her phone, catches her reflection, and decides that you’re the only one who deserves to see what’s underneath all those layers of silk. Your phone buzzes... it's a notification you won't want to ignore. She sent these with a note saying: 'Who says a kimono has to be worn properly? Remember her debut? @warmicestudios @peterco'
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[Repost] Aiko's selfie time

cef_ultra
AI art "cat onesie"
4

cat onesie

jlixard
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