I'm looking for any stories that features males or females with detachable heads or detachable body parts that can still live. Anything sexually explicit would be appreciated.

I see plenty of monster girls but never enough monster girl hunters. Post anything of any type of mermaid, vampire, giantess, gorgon, succubus, or whatever else you can think of being killed.

I have some artwork from an artist who goes by either BadHand or MrBadHand depending on the website.

	

Alice could feel her heart thump erratically in her chest, as she ran barefoot across the dimly lit grass field. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her along with bits of tattered clothing. She could feel the cold fall air brush across her exposed petite body, soothing her scrapes and bruises. Another howl pierced the night air.

	

Alice felt as though her heart would burst from her chest. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, scanning the field for any signs of pursuer. The full moon cast a dim and eerie light across the grove. She could hear rustles of movement in the trees around her. It was as if shadows itself were out to get her.

	

More howls reverberated across the night sky. She knew she was surrounded. She stopped in the middle of the field, looking frantically around her. “Go away!” She screamed. She could feel her pulse around her ears. Thump… Thump… “Leave me alone”!

	

She shuddered as she felt the goose bumps pass across her naked body, her nipples hardened in the cold night air. That was when she heard it, a growl just a few feet behind her. She turned just in time to catch the sight of the beast as it plowed into her right side. A sharp burning sensation erupted in her left breast, as she felt the creatures claw tear into her flesh.

	

She screamed as she felt blood pool around her chest. The beast tore into her shoulder and began dragging her across the grass. She nearly passed out from the pain as twigs, rock, and other debris scraped across her bare back.

	

With a loud roar the beast tossed her into the air. She felt her breath escape her body as she landed on her back with a loud thump. “Please someone help me!” She cried.

	

She lifted her head off the grass and stared at the large beast in front of her. She felt a shiver glide down her spine, as the beast looked at her with a different kind of hunger; a more primal one. “No!” she cried, as she instinctually shoved her hands between her legs.

	

The beast rushed forward battering her arms out of the way. She whimpered as it began to sniff her most private area. She could feel the werewolf’s cold nose through her lingerie, as it pressed its muzzle against her outer lips. She began to struggle, when more creatures appeared pinning her down. The first one, which appeared to also be the alpha, pulled off silk red panties.

	

She felt even more exposed than ever before. The beast pressed it’s nuzzle back against her now bare vagina. She let out a whimper of fear and ple

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Emily looked around to make sure nobody had followed her, before quietly slipping into the back alley. The bell for recess had only just rung, so she had a full 30 minutes before she had to go back to class.

This had become a daily ritual for her in the past two weeks. The first time, she had slipped back here only because he had to pee. That was when she first met him. It was a stray rottweiler. He didn't seem much older than a puppy. He had snuck up on her while she was relieving herself.

From the moment she felt his tongue enter inside her, she knew she'd eventually get a dog of her own when she was older. In the mean time, she had come here every day just to meet him, and every day they went through the same routine. She'd bring her left over lunch food, and feed it to him from between her legs.

Recently she had gotten even more daring, and let him mount her a few times. She felt herself become wet, just from thinking about wrapping her legs around his waste as he pushed himself deep insider her. She quickly slipped her hands underneath her skirt, and removed her panties before they had been completely soaked through.

She waited two minutes for her friend to meet her at the usual time, however the dog that showed up was completely different from the one who was usually there. He was much bigger. His fur was black, and matted, and he was a bit skinny like he hadn't eaten in a while.

"Come here boy!" She called out as he slowly walked towards her to investigate. She reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out a tater-tot. "You want one?" She asked, as she held her hand out.

She immediately had to yank her hand back as he tried to snatch it. "Bad boy!" she scolded. "You have to wait for the best part."

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Paige Wilkinson had come to the agency after her diagnosis. She had an inoperable tumor that would start affecting her quality of life within a few months. A devout atheist she had no qualms about suicide. She had heard of an underground euthanasia program somewhere in Colorado a few months ago and after a few dead ends she had found herself meeting in a shady office in a mostly abandoned strip mall.

“So Ms. Wilkinson, tell me what you want from this experience”
A man in a lab coat and a ski mask sat across from her behind a stainless steel desk.

“Well I’ve given it a lot of thought...” she trailed off.
“I’ve never told anyone any of this but I think now is the time. Ever since I was a little girl I found myself getting turned on by violence on tv, or even playing doctor with my friends in grade school. I came to love being the victim. I loved writing in agony and the thought of dying a slow painful death gave me shivers. Over time I honed my fetish and I know what I want. I need to be stabbed. I know how I want to die, and it’s going to be messy.”

“We can provide any kind of death you’d wish, quick and painless, erotic, slow, whatever you’d like miss. Just sign this renewed will securing your assets for our organization and we can get started. Please fill out this paperwork and describe what service you’d like.”

A small time went by after she filled everything out. When the agent returned he asked her to follow him down the hall.

“So is there another room for this or?...”

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Author's note Marvel owns all the characters
For those who care timeline placement is in between Winter Soldier and Age of Ultron


Natasha Romanoff was walking through the halls of the newly-christened Avengers Tower in search of a room she knew was somewhere on one of Tony Stark's properties.

The`Island of Misfit Inventions' Tony had called it. Full of devices created not for any specific purpose but just to see if he could. Natasha had found out about it when she was spying on Tony for S.H.I.E.L.D. and one particular device had found it's way into her dreams and long cold showers.

'Auxiliary storage 3' the sign next to the door had said but Natasha knew better.

"The invention you are looking for is in the back Miss Romanoff. "Jarvis said from the small pad attached to her belt as she walked into the messy room.

Inventions and gadgets of all sorts sat on tables and shelves, a pen that would change the color of its ink on voice command, a holographic mirror and other assorted Hi-Tech but ultimately trivial devices lined the room but Natasha steadfastly walked to the end of the room.

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Привет ) молодым родителям будет интересно узнать - Поэтому найдя выгодную акцию не ждите до последнего дня, а спешите в магазин за покупками, чтобы кто-нибудь другой Вас не опередил.

I do requests. Keep them reasonable.

Anyone know the artist of this or if there may be more?

This is my first venture in writing porn. Criticism is more than welcome.

Chapter one: the introduction.

"I herby declare you to be wed"

That's the last thing Brelyna heard as a free mind.
For, in the kiss, Arch mage Lani cast subtly cast a spell, and used her fangs to inject a few drops of blood into her tongue. Instanly, she went from lusting, to worshipping. From person to thrall. From bride to pet.

They left quickly. Taking congratulations from the jarl on the way out, and made a beeline for their new house. Brelyna's crotch was staimed before the door was closed. While pulling at eachother's clothes, they both cast spells of fire, ice, and electricity. Fire to light the candles and haerth, the others, to tease eachother.
"Did you notice something during the wedding?"
"No, love."
"Can I tell you something?

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The bloodier the better

I remember seeing this picture some time ago with a guy pointing a gun at a large breasts woman's tits and someone telling him to shoot her in the belly button instead. They're some others like this, guns being pointed at the womens breasts of belly, however, I can't find them!

I’ve only ever seen this page , really want to know it there’s more

Does anyone have stories where girls are forced to fart or poop - I never see content like this.

Anyone got Vocaloid guro any Vocaloid is fine

This is my first story in a very very long time. I have had the idea for ages but I just never got round to putting pen to paper.
Writing isn't really my strongest point but I've been inspired and motivated recently to see what I can do.

This is part 1 to maybe 3 or 4. If people like it I will continue, especially seeing as I kinda have part 2 generally blocked out already.

Apologies in advanced if it either doesn't make sense or I repeat words/terms, or if my writing generally if a bit all over the place. I likely will repost an edited/improved version of part 1 with part 2 in the near future.

And of course, Feedback is much appreciated. Good and Bad. Hit me with what you honestly think. I generally want to improve.

In it's most basic form, the story is about a reporter being captured and executed by terrorists.

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Can someone cut me in half in a nice story?
Let me live as long as possible...

What is happening? Are the admins back or are we in the deepweb zone again?

As it stands there are monsters. Our "own" and our enemies among our opponents.
From censorship, to propaganda demonizing us, to hackers, etc., it has been made abundantly clear that the next eon of strife has been upon us for a generation or more.

Whilst combat is between specific subcultures in any faction, every faction must have its overall direction.

If you feel you have only a passing interest in anything, currently here Guro, and rebuke any notions of genuine effort, you have a dark reality to accept: There are those who wish and work to take away your abilities to enjoy your interests. They have no respect for you as a person and whatever your interests are, you they'll destroy them if you let them.

You must choose to ether forsake your interest, or work to protect your right in your interests.
You can pretend that just enjoying a different interest will suffice, and for some time, it may. But eventually, it will also be taken over due to complacency and apathy as much as to cancerous zealots and tyrants.

I'm a semi-popular artist that got into guro work.
For the sake of this, I'll call myself ShiawaseFuneral, instead of my normal alias. I also opened up a new gmail specifically for gurochan!
I've only done gifts/commissions for other people, but I soon want to change that. I'll post some examples below.

All my work starts at $20 for this type of sketchy style.
As fucked up as you want! <3
Please comment and gmail me feedback!