This is my favorite pic in my collection but I have no idea who drew it. Sauce?

With both a Persona 5 and a Persona 4 story, it was inevitable that I'd also write a Persona 3 story. A lot of thanks to Blau Sturm for the story idea and discussing it a lot with me.

Gekkoukan High School Reunion

Part 1

Yukari Takeba pulled a pink sweater on over the white shirt she was wearing. She stopped for a moment, wondering how Mitsuru had managed to find the exact model she used to wear 4 years ago, when the two of them were still students at Gekkoukan High School. The short black skirt she had on was also similar to the one she wore back as a student, and so were the black stockings that reached to her knees.
She was currently alone in one of the private rooms in a building owned by the Kirijo Group. The whole building was now the site of the Gekkoukan High School Reunion – an event organized with the resources of the Kirijo Group by Mitsuru Kirijo. People who went to Gekkoukan High School at the same time she did were finally given a chance to reunite in one big gathering. And to witness a grand performance – in which she’d play the main role. She blushed as she thought about it, and that’s when Mitsuru walked through the door.
The ex-Student Council President also wore clothes similar to what she did when she was a student – a white blouse and a longer black skirt, along with black knee-high boots. The whole meeting was her idea – as was the performance the two of them were about to give. When Mitsuru first proposed it, Yukari wasn’t sure, but after she convinced her it would give them a chance to reunite with their leader, who sacrificed herself those 4 years ago, she immediately agreed.

“Are you ready, Yukari?” Mitsuru asked her, and Yukari replied with a smile. “Of course, let’s go!” Yukari jumped from her seat and followed her redheaded friend through the door. The pair walked through a few corridors towards the main hall, until they ran into a group of former Gekkoukan students. It was a trio of men with their cocks out, and Chihiro Fushimi on her knees in front of them. She still had a black skirt on, but the top of her uniform lay discarded on the ground near them. She was sucking one of the men off, while her hands were giving the other two handjobs. By looking at her now, no one would be able to tell that those 4 years ago she was afraid of even talking to men. Of course, that girl was long gone by now – Chihiro replaced Mitsuru as the Student Council President after she graduated, and her expertise with men was obvious now.
“Please, hurry up Chihiro. You wouldn’t want to miss the main event.” Mitsuru spoke to the brown haired woman as they walked by. Encouraged by her, Chihiro sped up and as Yukari passed the corner, she could see Chihiro’s face being sprayed with semen.


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source please

Can we get some pics of dead splatoon girls to celebrate the soon to be released Splatoon 2?

How do you distinguish the two, and which do you prefer?

I tend to call any gore art that's pornographic (significant focus on genitals/sex or sexual pleasure being derived) "guro art", and if it's not pornographic I call it "gore art".

As with all my fetishes, I prefer the non-pornographic counterpart, due to asexuality. Guro feels far too pretentious for me to enjoy.

I went for a Heroes-verse take on this, working off of Zephiel running across the woman who attempted to kill him. Who knows how death works in that world, honestly, but hey.

XXX

While the Askrian keep that held the Order of Heroes was massive, it was inevitable that Heroes from all times and worlds would have a chance of bumping into each other. Usually, this was no issue. At times, however, sparks would fly. And at other times still, the absolute worst would come out in those who crossed paths.

XXX

Those with more villainous natures, when not on the front lines under Kiran’s orders, tend to stick to themselves, in the less populated areas of the keep. Zephiel is one who sticks to his isolation with a fierce tenacity, only seldomly backed up by his former subordinate, Narcian. Today is one such day, and the two walk the halls in silence, taking in the nostalgia of each other’s presence. Until, however, their peace is disturbed.

Another disreputable Hero is making her way down the hall toward them, and the sight of her causes Zephiel to grind his teeth. The former king had survived countless attempts on his life, the most prevalent of which was his own father’s attempt to poison him. But another that always stood out in his mind was the Blue Crow’s attempt to end his life.

And now, by chance, she crosses his path. Either this incarnation of Ursula hasn’t failed in her attempt to assassinate him yet, or she simply doesn’t recognize him after his many years of training and growth.

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A request from a friend, Maribelle's attempts to intercept Plegian soldiers goes even worse than in canon.

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“Plegian troops, crossing the border to pillage and loot? I hope your captain understands this is an act of war!” Maribelle says, tall on the back of her horse. The rank and file soldiers look up at her, dazed by the noble’s sudden appearance.

“And who’re you to stop us?”

“A noble of Ylisse! I demand parley, before you take any more innocent lives.”

Another soldier steps forward, a bit better groomed than the others. Taking him for the captain, Maribelle turns her horse to face him.

“Are you the one in charge here?”

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I wrote this after some talk in the 2d board for fire emblem. Someone mentioned wanting to see Gray strangle Clair, and... I can't draw, but I can write!

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Gray finds it harder and harder not to resent her. He confessed, he poured his damn heart out to her, telling her he loved her… and was told never to speak with her in response. Clair, who always speaks her damn mind, no matter how much it hurts. Clair, who he can't even think of without shaking, without getting angry.

Yet, she's so infuriatingly gorgeous he can't help but think of her. Before, he wanted her to be happy. Now, he wants her to hurt like he does. The villager lies awake at night, thinking of it. Of how badly he wants to hurt her. Of course he feels awful about it, but the desire doesn't fade.

And each night, it gets worse. Eventually he can't even try to sleep. Instead, Gray paces the camp, trying to keep his mind on other things. Trying to keep his thoughts away from making it so she can't speak to him. From her face, twisted as she gasps for breath. From his hands, locked around that slender, pretty neck. So alluring, so fragile…

And suddenly, Gray notices where he is. A very familiar tent is before him, dark, its entrance unguarded. He knows she's asleep inside, not a worry in her head. She can just cast him out, throw him away, and sleep like a baby? It isn't right.

Before he can stop himself, Gray is lifting the flap of the tent. He leans in, gazing at Clair. The light of the Moon makes her radiant, as she sleeps, her hair sprawled out beneath her head. That neck, so enticing… her chest, rising and falling with each breath, while he suffers under her words.

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Any Carrot from One piece Pics ??

Anyone please?

For me it started with mortal kombat i guess, Mileena <3

Hello! I'm Lilac. I've decided to start posting the short stories and drabbles I've written and am writing to the public! Feel free to critique and comment! In any case, I hope you enjoy the stories!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

From teleportation to pyrotechnics, science has much to offer and endleas potential.

What do you think the future will be like? What cybernetic enhancements would/will you want? How will you use them? Might you join kabals? Err on the side of spying or hiding? Speed or toughness?

Holiday in the Mountains (Mg, pedo, tort, implied snuff, foot fetish)

(note: it goes without saying the author does not condone or endorse any
of the contents of this story. It is a fantasy and nothing more)

It was on the last day of my trip in the Pyrenees. I had been doing a
lot of walking and thinking in the lonely pine forests. Trying to clear my
head. Occasionally I would come across vacant log cabins; tiny shelters
for travellers lost during snow or just escape hatches for city dwellers
once a year to get back to the simple life. Isolated places where a guy
could really be alone and in touch with his natural side and be natural
with his desires and feelings.


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Sauce or moar from this author please. Enjoy

Rural Laws

When I stop the Jeep, Tanya’s wet little mouth slowly slides off my cock and she looks up at me with a grin.

“That’s just a preview, you know. Just make sure I can show you the rest.”

Her perky little tits have been on display since we left the ranch, but as she climbs out onto the low grass her bikini bottoms follow, dropped on the passenger seat. Her slit is hairless as she turns to let me see, and glistening slightly with her excitement.

“So now I’m a trespasser.. Five minutes, we said that, OK?”

And then she is off, running lightly over the firm surface like the young athlete she is. Not quite twelve, and getting off on being hunted by grown men. It’s a strange world, but I can do nothing but shrug and start my preparations. It’s taken me almost four hours this morning to locate the kinky little thing on the net and pick her up. I hope it won't be a waste of time.

By the time I have started the vehicle and reduced the distance a bit, she is almost a kilometer out on the prairie. A bit closer and I see her looking back at me, finding a bit of extra speed, but she is clearly nearing the end of her endurance, hair lank with sweat, drops glinting in the sun as they fall. Just as I like it.

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darkgirlbex

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Angelina sat beside her brother Marcus in the waiting room, her underwear damp with her juices, his cum still leaking from her pussy. Their mother was sat beside them looking up the the LED display waiting for their names to be called. None of them said a word to each other.

Marcus sat with his head hung low trying not to thinking about what was about to happen. Angelina was looking around the waiting room at all the other boys and girls, wondering why they where here. She briefly made eye contact with another girl a little older than herself wearing a low-cut top, who was sat the other side of the room with her mother. Their gaze was almost a sympathetic one, they both knew each others tender flesh would soon be going under the knife.

Angelina watched as another teary blonde haired girl and her mother emerged through a door back into reception. She could tell that walking was causing her some discomfort, the girl didn’t look at anyone as her mother lead her over to the reception desk. Angelina listened into their conversation.


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does anyone have any 2B guro , like beheading and pissing , or got shot in the head , or is there any artist willing to do these kind or art.

Does anyone know where this is from?
Looks pretty neat

Hi! I was wondering from some time ago, there is some way to get forbidden feast archives? I mean, with torrent or something like that. I can find almost any site rip but I am absolutely unable to find forbidden feast archives. Pretty awesome in my opinion.