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Just a little inspiration.

AI art 'Anara getting in on the trend' with user description 'I never expected the mirror selfie from last time to blow up the way it has.
I hit 500 followers so soon after reaching the 400 milestone, and had my first post that got over 350 likes.

A big thank you to everyone again (You must be getting sick of me saying it so often.)
Please enjoy Anara's Mirror Selfies, and her first time trying anal :)'

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Anara getting in on the trend

AI art '📷 Mirror Selfie 🔥 Test' with user description 'Reference image test

I recently saw this hot sexy mirror selfie pose 🔥 in a photo - sitting, hands hooked under the knees - and I wanted to replicate it using a prompt. Impossible, no matter what I tried. Nada! 🤔

So I tried using that pic as a reference image just for the sake of the pose and completely changed the setting and added a hoodie with cat ears. Though, not the best results, but it works (no negative prompt, no mods). So which of the 12 is the best one? 😏

Uodate: @zesoul crafted the prompt that works 👍'

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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?

AI art "Mirror Selfie Trend!"

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Mirror Selfie Trend!

AI art 'The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine' with user description 'Yes, I have combined the trends! It was a struggle to fit in all my prompts.
Hope you all enjoy my contribution to this Magazine trend :)

Also, yay! Sable's back ;)'

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The Spread - Mirror selfie Magazine

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AI art "Goth and pastel goth"

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Goth and pastel goth

AI art 'Mahiru Casting' with user description 'The tropical humidity of Jabberwock Island was suffocating as Mahiru Koizumi stood in the shadow of the Monokuma Rock. Across from her, Junko Enoshima leaned back against a jagged stone, her eyes dancing with a manic, bored hunger. She wasn't just a participant in the game; she was the architect, the voice behind the bear, and the one holding Mahiru’s entire past in her hands.
"You're so responsible, Mahiru-chan," Junko drawled, tossing a thick folder of Mahiru’s childhood photos—the only ones left of her late mother—over a small fire pit. "But being 'big sister' is just a mask for how much you fear being used. I don't need to tell Monokuma anything. I *am* the despair you're running from. If you want these memories back before they turn to ash, you’re going to give me a show that proves you’re nothing more than a fleshy prop."
Junko reached into a bag and tossed a garment at Mahiru’s feet. It was a transparent, mesh-string bikini that offered zero coverage, meant only to highlight every inch of her skin. "Put it on. We’re going to the beach, and I’ve invited fifty 'Islander NPCs' who are very, very hungry for a freckled little toy."
The negotiation was a slaughter. Mahiru, desperate to save the only link to her mother, stepped into the water under the pale moon, her body fully visible through the clear fabric. The fifty men were already there, a wall of shadowed, silent muscle. As soon as she stepped onto the sand, she was swarmed.
The ordeal was a masterpiece of sensory destruction. Mahiru was immediately seized, dozens of hands grabbing and gropping her freckled body, their fingers digging into her pale skin as they fought for a piece of her. The transparent bikini was a cruel joke, drawing their eyes to exactly where they intended to invade.
"Please... there's so many of you..." Mahiru’s plea was cut short as a man forced himself into her mouth, gagging her with his girth.
It was a systematic hollowing. At any given moment, she was being filled by three men—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one stretching her anal passage to its absolute limit. The scale was staggering. As each man finished, he was instantly replaced. Mahiru was a communal vessel, a raw, aching piece of meat being processed by a relentless assembly line. The men gropped her breasts and thighs, their rough palms reddening her freckled skin until she was a map of their collective greed.
By the fourth hour, the "responsible" girl was gone. In her place was a sobbing, arching mess. The friction of the sand and the relentless, heavy-caliber intrusions turned her core into a throbbing, distended void. She felt the rhythmic, animalistic thud of fifty men’s lust, her anatomy forced to accommodate diameters it was never meant to house.
The bukkake sessions were the final insult; every few minutes, a group would surround her, drenching her face and her transparent bikini in a cooling, white deluge that blinded her. She was a living monument to submission, a "Big Sister" reduced to a leaking orifice.
When dawn broke, the men vanished, leaving Mahiru collapsed on the shoreline. Her legs trembled violently, and her core felt like an empty, ruined hall, her body permanently loosened and inflamed.
Junko stepped onto the sand, her heels sinking into the grit. She looked down at Mahiru—covered in filth, her freckled body bruised and leaking, the transparent bikini ruined and hanging off one hip—and let out a delighted, jagged laugh.
"Wow, Mahiru! You really are just a hole after all!" Junko giggled, tossing the folder of photos onto the sand. "You look so *despair-inducing*! I love how the 'Ultimate Photographer' ended up as the 'Ultimate Beach Whore.' Seeing fifty men use you like a public utility was the highlight of my week!"
Mahiru reached for the photos with a shaky hand, her voice a hollow, broken rasp. "I... I have her back." She looked at the ocean, the evidence of fifty men leaking from her ravaged body and staining the pristine sand. "I thought I captured the world... but tonight, the world finally captured me. I’m not a sister anymore. I’m just a hole the island used and discarded."'

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Mahiru Casting

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AI art "The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨"

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The "Close Friends" Paradox 📱💔✨

AI art "A night to Remember"

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A night to Remember

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AI art 'Akane Casting' with user description 'The moonlight shimmered off the dark waves of the Jabberwock Island shore, casting long, rhythmic shadows across the sand. The air was thick with the salt of the ocean and the lingering heat of a tropical night. **Akane Owari** stood near the tide line, her breathing heavy, though she wasn't out of breath from a sprint. Standing before her were two men—specimens of raw, muscular power, their chests broad and their presence commanding.
Toko Fukawa, hidden behind a nearby palm tree with a notebook and a flashlight, watched with a mix of horror and obsessive fascination. She had followed Akane after the gymnast mentioned a "late-night training session" that required "maximum stamina."
"Alright," Akane said, her voice husky as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "You guys said you wanted to see if a gymnast’s flexibility actually translates to a real fight. I’m game. But if I win, you’re buying me the biggest barbecue spread on the island."
One of the men, a giant with shoulders like granite, let out a low chuckle. "And if you can't keep up with both of us, Akane? The stakes are different. We get to use that body until we're satisfied. Every inch of it."
Akane’s eyes flashed with a predatory spark. She didn't hesitate. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her shirt into the sand, standing there in the moonlight, her toned, 18-year-old frame glowing. "Deal. Let's see if those muscles are just for show."
The **Gangbang**—short but incredibly intense—began right there on the cooling sand. Akane didn't wait to be taken; she lunged forward, but the two men moved with a coordinated strength that pinned her down almost instantly. The first stage was a relentless **Fellatio** circuit. Akane was pulled into a sitting position, forced into a **Deepthroat** that pushed her limits. Taking their massive, thick lengths into her throat was a revelation of girth; she felt her airway occupied by a density that forced her to prioritize the sensation over breathing.
"Is that... all you got?" she gasped, her voice ragged as she pulled back, only to be flipped onto her hands and knees.
The main event was a display of sheer physical expansion. Because of her gymnast’s flexibility, the men decided to push her to her absolute threshold. They engaged in a **Double Penetration** that felt like it was rearranging her internal structure. She had one man in her pussy and the other in her **Anus** at the same time. The scale was monumental; the obsidian-hard length of their dicks stretched her frame until she thought her muscles would snap.
Akane screamed into the night air, her body arching as she **cummed** again and again. The friction of their heavy, rhythmic movements created a heat that made her skin feel like it was on fire. She was being used, filled, and stretched, her internal walls pulsing in a dazed attempt to hold onto both of them.
The finale was a total biological saturation. The two men stood over her as she lay exhausted in the sand. They guided her into one final, punishing **Deepthroat**, and as they reached their peak, they unleashed a **Bukkake** that was legendary in its volume. They drowned her in their warmth, the white fluid painting her face, her hair, and her heaving chest.
Because they held her mouth shut to ensure every drop was delivered, the pressure forced the warm, thick cream through her sinuses. Akane felt the stinging heat of **cum** leaking from her **nose**, and a faint warmth even reached her **ears**. She was internally and externally flooded.
When they finally stepped back, Akane remained on the sand, her legs wide and trembling. She looked up at the stars, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face as white fluid trickled from her nose and lips.
"Best... workout... ever," she whispered.
Behind the tree, Toko Fukawa’s pen snapped in half. "Y-You... you absolute monster! I can't write this! No one will believe the physics! But... the way that fluid leaked... it was... aesthetically... compelling..." She scrambled to find another pen, her hands shaking as she began to record the "data."'

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Akane Casting

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AI art "🥳 @zesoul's 1000 followers"

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🥳 @zesoul's 1000 followers

AI art "Nika-chan's Sunday"

Nika-chan's Sunday

AI art 'Tell me which character you want to see next'

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Tell me which character you want to see next

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AI art 'Frieren in Black & White' with user description '"Frieren at the end of her journey with the Hero company slowly started to realize that she hadn't many life experience.
No feelings, no human touch and she was struggling to understand how to enjoy her long life.

After countless centuries from that moment she decided to try something different, something human.
During her different adventures, she saw this act between people called "sex" and she noticed a peculiar joy on the people's faces.
Frieren didn't have any difficulty to find 2 guys willing to share this moment.

She asked to don't go easy on her.
Telephone out to report the act and to learn (yes, countless centuries have passed that's why the phone ahah) and she's ready to be fucked."

This is how I imagined it while I was generating the picture. It has been super hard to decide what to discard for this post.

It's my 1st post without any bondage reference (there's a very small one indeed, ahah), so I hope you'll enjoy!'

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Frieren in Black & White

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