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Mirror selfie test inspired by @peterco

zesoul
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chainny
AI art 'Yor ❤️'

Yor ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2girls fun' with user description 'The tranquil, moss-covered ruins of an ancient elven sanctuary have been repurposed today. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of blue moon weed and old magic. Frieren, the slayer of the Demon King, sits with her usual detached expression, while Fern, her apprentice, stands beside her, clutching her staff and looking significantly more flustered. The Casting Transcript: Frieren & Fern 1. Identity: Names and Roles? Frieren: "Frieren. I’m a mage. I’ve been traveling for quite some time." Fern: "My name is Fern. I am also a mage... and apparently, today, I am a 'performer.' Frieren-sama, are you sure about this?" Frieren: "It’s just another grimoire quest, Fern. Don't be so stiff." 2. Dreams: What do you want for your future? Frieren: "To understand humans better. And maybe find a spell that perfectly cleans bronze statues." Fern: "I just want to ensure we have enough gold for supplies... and that Frieren-sama wakes up on time. Though, after today, I suspect my 'future' will involve a lot of blushing." 3. Hobbies: Do you play games or watch anime? Frieren: "I enjoy collecting 'useless' spells. I’ve heard of 'anime'; it seems like a very short span of time to tell a story. Humans are so rushed." Fern: "I enjoy quiet study and tea. I’ve seen some scrolls from the 'Danganronpa' archives—they were quite chaotic. I prefer things a bit more... rhythmic." 4. Motivation: Why do you want to do this? Frieren: "A merchant offered a very rare grimoire in exchange for a 'record of elven intimacy.' Since I’m the last one, I suppose it’s up to me. It’s for the pursuit of knowledge." Fern: "Frieren-sama said it was 'training.' I didn't realize the training involved being completely unclad in front of a crystal recorder." 5. Drive: Scale of 1-10, how much do you like sex? Frieren: "As an elf, my drive is... quiet. Perhaps a 2? But I am curious about the human perspective. I've been told it's quite intense." Fern: "I... I don't have much experience! But with Frieren-sama... it feels like a 9. My heart won't stop racing. Is this a side effect of mana depletion?" 6. Safety: What is your "Safe Word"? Frieren: "'Zoltraak.' If I say that, everyone should probably run." Fern: "'Himmel.' It reminds me to stay focused on what’s important." 7. Technical: Okay with being filmed in high-def? Frieren: "If it’s for the archive, it should be clear. Capture it all." Fern: "If Frieren-sama is okay with it... I will endure the embarrassment for the sake of the mission." 8. The Act: You've agreed to a lesbian scene together? Frieren: "Yes. I want to see if I can feel the 'warmth' Himmel always talked about. I’ll be taking the lead—I have a few centuries of theory, after all." Fern: "I will do my best to support Frieren-sama... in every way she requires." The Scene: "The Mage’s Private Lesson" The sunlight filters through the shattered stained glass of the ruins, casting colorful patterns over their pale, naked skin. Frieren and Fern are entirely bare, their cloaks and staves discarded on a bed of soft grass. Frieren looks at Fern with a clinical but strangely tender curiosity, while Fern is flushed a deep crimson from her chest to her ears. "Fern," Frieren whispers, her small hands reaching out to cup the apprentice's much more generous breasts. "Your heart is beating very fast. Does this spell require so much mana?" Fern gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as Frieren leans in. The "performance" is a slow, methodical exploration. Frieren is patient, using her fingers and tongue with the same precision she uses to dismantle a barrier. She explores Fern's body with a quiet intensity, tasting the salt on her skin and the heat between her thighs. Fern, overwhelmed by the sensation, finally breaks her composure. She pulls Frieren down, her long purple hair splaying out like a silken web. She takes the lead for a moment, her hands roaming over Frieren’s smaller, lithe frame. The air is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic friction of their bodies meeting. Frieren finds herself being filled by Fern’s fingers, a sensation that finally cracks her stoic mask. Her eyes roll back, and a soft, melodic moan escapes her lips—a sound that makes Fern’s own excitement peak. They move together in a desperate, tangled dance of limbs and magic. The scene reaches its climax as they both collapse into each other, slick with sweat and spent passion. Frieren lies against Fern's chest, watching the crystal recorder finish its work. "I think I understand now, Fern," Frieren says quietly, a small, genuine smile touching her lips. "This was... a very good use of our time." The recording is being encoded into a magical scroll. Would you like to see how Stark reacts when he accidentally finds this 'training footage' in the luggage?'
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2girls fun

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Snow Gangbang' with user description 'Some hot cold scenes ❤️'
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Snow Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
AI art "A shy selfie"
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A shy selfie

warmicestudios
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

zesoul
AI art '1k Followers ❤️' with user description 'Thanks guys ❤️ here is one of favourites (and best work) so far. I would apreciate if you like and comment what was you favourite photo.. it cost at least 250 credits to make 😞 (because of the feet one) Well, enjoy have a nice fap The art room was bathed in the warm, orange glow of the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the easels and scattered sketches. Naoto, or "Senpai" as he was perpetually known, had stepped out to clear some space in the storage closet, leaving Nagatoro and the visiting Marin Kitagawa alone. Marin had stopped by to consult on a potential cosplay project, but the conversation had quickly shifted as Nagatoro observed the way the blonde girl’s eyes lingered on Senpai’s back whenever he moved. "You’re totally staring, Kitagawa-san," Nagatoro teased, her signature mischievous grin stretching across her face as she leaned against a desk. Marin jumped, her face turning a shade of pink that rivaled the sunset. "W-What? No, I was just looking at the... the perspective in his drawing! It’s really impressive!" Nagatoro let out a sharp, feline cackle. "Liar! You’ve been thirsty for my gross Senpai since you walked in. It’s written all over your face." She walked closer, her eyes narrowing with a playful, predatory glint. "But I don't blame you. He’s surprisingly... capable, once you get past all the stammering." Marin fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, her heart racing. "Is it that obvious? He’s just so dedicated to his craft, and he’s actually really kind. I didn't think you’d be so open about it, Nagatoro-san." "Well, I’m the only one allowed to bully him," Nagatoro said, her tone shifting slightly. She stepped into Marin’s personal space, lowering her voice. "But honestly? He’s been working so hard lately. I think he needs a real reward. Something that’ll blow that shy little mind of his. And I’ve been thinking... I wouldn't mind sharing the fun if it’s with someone who actually appreciates him." Marin’s eyes widened, her breath catching. "Sharing? You mean... a threesome? With Senpai?" "Why not?" Nagatoro shrugged, though her blush was starting to match Marin’s. "Think about it. Two girls like us, giving him the best experience of his life. He’d probably faint from the shock, but once he gets going, he’s a lot more intense than he looks. Don't tell me you haven't imagined it." Marin’s mind raced. She thought about Naoto’s steady hands, his quiet intensity, and the way he looked when he was focused. The idea of being with him, guided by Nagatoro’s fearless energy, sent a jolt of heat through her. "I... I have. But I didn't want to overstep. He’s your Senpai." "He is," Nagatoro whispered, leaning in to Marin’s ear. "Which is why I’m inviting you. It’ll be a masterpiece, Kitagawa. Much better than any cosplay photo. We can show him exactly how much we like him. Together." The door creaked open, and Naoto walked back in, wiping dust from his hands. "Okay, I cleared out the—" He stopped mid-sentence, sensing the heavy, electric atmosphere in the room. Both girls were staring at him, their faces flushed and their eyes bright with a shared, secret intent. "Senpai~" Nagatoro chirped, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Kitagawa-san and I were just discussing a new art project. A live study. And we decided we need you as the center of it." Before Naoto could protest, Marin stepped forward, her initial hesitation replaced by a bold, nervous excitement. "She’s right, Senpai. I really want to... participate. If that’s okay with you?" The confusion on Naoto’s face didn't last long as the girls began to lead him toward the large lounge chair in the corner of the room. The transition from teasing to reality was seamless. Nagatoro took the lead, her hands moving with a possessive confidence, while Marin followed, her touch gentle but eager. The art room became a sanctuary of shared heat. They shared Senpai’s cock with a frantic, coordinated hunger, Nagatoro’s experienced playfulness perfectly complementing Marin’s genuine, overflowing passion. Naoto was overwhelmed, his senses pushed to their absolute limit as he was worshipped by both girls. The evening turned into a blur of tangled limbs and whispered praise, a masterpiece of intimacy that left all three of them breathless and utterly satisfied in the fading light.'
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1k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art '😻 Kittens, Batch 2' with user description 'Because I have like a billion of them 😏'
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😻 Kittens, Batch 2

peterco
AI art "Marry me Senpai!"
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Marry me Senpai!

octavian
AI art '😻 Procrastination, Friday' with user description 'When you're in the office and you should be working (or at least pretending to be), but all you can think about is catgirls, boobs, pussies, summer and the beach 🏖️'
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😻 Procrastination, Friday

peterco
AI art 'Praying ❤️' with user description 'The campfire crackled softly between them, casting flickering orange shadows against the ancient ruins where they had made camp. Frieren was focused on a tattered grimoire, searching for a spell that supposedly removed moss from stone. Fern sat opposite her, fastidiously polishing her staff. After a long silence, she looked up, her expression as stoic as ever. "Mistress Frieren," Fern began, her voice clinical. "Do you remember the 'Church of the Eternal Font' we passed near the Auberst border? They offered a trial for mana expansion." Frieren didn't look up. "Mana is built through decades of study, Fern. Gimmicks are useless." "It wasn't a gimmick," Fern countered. "They told me that if a mage could remain in continuous, focused prayer for exactly three hours, their mana capacity would permanently expand. But there was a catch—the 'Testing of the Flesh.' The priests were permitted to do anything to break my concentration, provided they didn't use violence or magic." Frieren finally closed her book, curious. "And you accepted?" "I wanted to be stronger for you," Fern replied. "So, I entered the sanctum, knelt on the cold marble, and began the chant." Fern took a deep breath, her hands tightening on her staff. She began to describe the ordeal with a detached, rhythmic cadence. "The first hour was psychological, but then they began to touch. They removed my boots and used their tongues and soft feathers to lick and tickle my feet. It was an agonizing sensation, but I did not move. When they realized my spirit was firm, they became invasive. They stripped my robes. One priest knelt before me, forcing his member into my mouth for a deepthroat so intense I was gagging, my eyes watering from the pressure. I kept the prayer vibrating in my chest, even as he finished, his seed coating the back of my throat." Fern’s voice remained flat, despite the harrowing detail. "Then came the physical intrusion. I was pushed onto my hands and knees. One priest entered me from behind while another took my front—a double penetration that felt like I was being torn apart. They were relentless, using their fingers to stimulate me while hammering into my body, trying to force a scream from my lips. They used my body as a vessel for their lust. Licking every inch of my skin, biting my ears, and eventually, several gathered for a bukkake. I felt the warm, sticky weight of their release hitting my face and hair. They even used my anal passage, a searing intrusion that made my breath hitch. But I remembered your lessons. I treated the sensations as nothing more than external noise." Fern looked Frieren directly in the eyes. "For three hours, I was a statue. When the final bell chimed, they stopped. I stood up, cleaned myself with a cantrip, and walked out." "And?" Frieren asked softly. "I felt it," Fern said, a small ghost of a smile appearing. "A violent expansion. My mana capacity is significantly larger now. It was the most difficult training I have ever endured." Frieren was quiet for a long time. Then, she reached out and patted Fern’s head with clumsy affection. "You really are a pervert about magic, Fern," Frieren said with a hint of pride. "To go that far just for power... you’re starting to remind me of Master Flamme." Fern huffed, her familiar pout returning. "It was a calculated decision, Mistress Frieren." "If you say so," Frieren murmured, reopening her book. "But next time, ask me. I have a spell for mana growth that involves bitter herbs. It’s much less... messy." "Now you tell me," Fern muttered, returning to her polishing as the secret finally settled in the quiet night air.'
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Praying ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Posing on Beach' with user description 'Bigboi69 asked for a nagatoro solo on a beach.'
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Posing on Beach

blackhairedstudent
AI art '2k Followers ❤️' with user description '​Hey guys, I finally made it to 2k followers! I just want to thank every single one of you... for the comments, the posts, and mostly for the inspiration. You all rock. Thank you all and see you around! ❤️'
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2k Followers ❤️

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'C.C loves Pizza'
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C.C loves Pizza

blackhairedstudent
AI art 'Sexy as Fuck' with user description 'These Girls are Sexy as Fuck and they know it. They´re Goddesses and they want all, you know what it means.'
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Sexy as Fuck

holo_the_wise_wolf
AI art "Chun-Li Threesome"
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Chun-Li Threesome

blackhairedstudent
AI art "🚿 Bathtub Faucet Masturbation"
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🚿 Bathtub Faucet Masturbation

peterco
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 "Fern Gangbang"
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Fern Gangbang

blackhairedstudent
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