VOID OUT Beached Thing

Porter Higgs would be such a great anon Valentine. His gifts would be... Explosive! 😘

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In this scene, Justin Leeper is the mocap actor. Even he was surprised to see this left in shot!

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Thank you to all involved in creating this awesome game.

I am very appreciative of the hours of fun play, the loveable characters that I have become obsessed with, the creativity it has brought me in the form of art and writing, the community, and all the lovely friends I have found through it.

Special mention to @samfrancis94 @samkuchingdraws @astrandofgold @pandora-writes-stuff @larkingale @savage-rhi @pollyobscurum

Without DS I never would have met you!

Death stranding fan fiction

MULE oc Cosmic x Higgs.

Warnings: Teasing implied smut, slightly dubious consent.

Artwork illustration by the lovely @samkuchingdraws with thanks! 🖤💛

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There was nothing quite like reading a proper book; the feeling of textured pages beneath the finger tips, the smell of old paper, the weight of the tome. Imformation-hungry eyes scanned the texts and illustrations. Stormy grey irises honed in on one particular picture - an ancient gold death masque, its painted eyes framed with heavy black and blue makeup. The image incurred a mental flashback, a golden skull levitating menacingly, followed by a whimsical voice.

Cosmic dropped the book titled 'History of the Pharaohs' on her lap with a start. The golden face was burned into her retina and her mind. She blinked a few times, before sliding the forbidden text under her pillow. She had procured it from the last haul of cargo the MULES had intercepted. Group leader didn't know she had it. It had been addressed to someone called Peter, but he sure as hell was not going to get it now.

The MULE stood and paced over to an ornate mirror which hung on the side of the tent, another of her prized possessions. She picked up an eye-liner pencil and began to decorate her eyes; Black strokes of kohl under her lower lid, one down at the corner, and one curling into a spiral below - The 'Eye of Horus/Ra'. She looked at her reflection in the aged glass, she looked like one of those Egyptian priestesses that she had read about.

A sudden flash of Chiralium in the mirror caught her off gaurd. She gasped as the masked man appeared directly behind her, dropping her makeup pen. The gold and black pharaoh-alike wrapped one arm across her chest, the other raised to the lipless skull, a finger over the teeth where the lips would have been. She stared wide eyed into the mirror, too afraid to move. A pair of impossibly blue eyes glared back. It was then that she noticed, they too were lined in khol.

A dangerously quiet chuckle echoed in her ear, the hot breath tickling her neck. The hand across her collarbone wrapped long fingers around her throat. Another hand snaked around her waist, dipping downwards and pulling her back against a solid body. 'So he wasn't a phantom', she thought. She could not tear her eyes away from the reflection, her heart racing as the gloved hand slid under her waistband. She swallowed loudly, her breath hitching in her throat with a little whimper as fingers glided over her sensitive parts, teasingly slowly.

The fingers around her throat tightened. A hoarse whisper filled her ear, followed by a deep growl "You're mine..."

Cosmic sat bolt upright in bed with an outcry. Her head was reeling, her heart was pounding, and that felt so real...

She glanced over to the prone form of Franc, who was snoring loudly, sprawled out on his camp bed, clutching a boot like a Teddybear. She panted, trying to decipher what was real. She still throbbed between her legs, and she could still feel the grip around her neck...

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Comfort thingies

Comfort movie: 'Laputa: Castle in the sky' was the first ever anime I saw, and brings back great memories. When I want to be soppy (and always end up crying) 'Moulin Rouge.' Also a lot of 80s scifi films.

Comfort food: Cheesy pasta and pizza. Cakes especially cinnamon iced buns, and sweet biscuits especially white choc cookies.

Comfort clothing: I have a very floofy bright green froggy hoodie that I like to wear at home when cold or feeling ill. And baggy comfy hoodies in general.

Comfort song: My go-to for chillout music has always been music by Enigma. When I'm in a bad mood, Rammstein always helps me too.

Comfort book: Short horror stories, especially Lovecraftian mythos themed. Ever since a teen, I've enjoyed reading horror. I like short fictions these days.

Comfort game: Skyrim is the game I always go back to dip into over the years, good for general chilling and beautiful scenery. Recently Fallout 4, and of course Death Stranding.

(adding an extra one here)

Comfort fictional character: Nick Valentine from fallout 4, The Spine from Steam Powered Giraffe, and of course Higgs Monaghan from Death Stranding.

A collaboration of my writing and Sam's wonderful artwork illustration. Some will be scary, some will be sexy, and some will be very silly. I hope you enjoy. 😊 Your feedback is encouraged and appreciated. 🙏

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'Shower encounter'

Death Stranding OC Cosmic the MULE x Higgs/BTs

Warnings : Suggestive unconsented touching.

As Cosmic stepped under the cool blast of water, it took her breath away. It's exactly what was needed after a long hot day of chasing porters for their cargo. She couldn't wait to peel off the layers and let a cold gush hit all the bruises and aches. The outside make-shift shower made of a hose rig and plastic panels wasn't exactly luxury, but it was all they currently had. In MULE terms, it was an indulgence. Most went without running water.

Leaning forward into it so that the spray hit the back of her head, she surveyed her throbbing feet. Blisters covered her toes and heels. 'Hmm, really should upgrade my boots.' She thought. But there had been an odd shortage of decent gear recently, in particular boots. She could have sworn that they had grabbed some in the last encounter, but they were not amongst the shared loot back at camp.

An odd noise broke her thoughts. She straightened up and listened again, straining to hear over the torrent. She thought it sounded a bit like a growl. Her heart pounded, she stood still like a rabbit caught in headlights. Splat. A black handprint appeared on the ground a few metres away. Then another. She took a sharp intake of breath. 'That can't be what I think it is... There's no timefall...And the motion sensors haven't gone off.' The inky prints continued, moving in her direction. She stayed frozen to the spot, eyes wide in panic.

Suddenly a loud bang reverberated through the translucent sheeting next to her - a black tar handprint, followed by a clicking-like growl. Cosmic clamped her hand to her mouth to hold her breath. The urge to scream and cry out for help was overwhelming. The others in camp we were not far way, but too far to run, she would be dragged down before she got anywhere. She couldn't raise the alarm. She couldn't even grab her clothes or a towel. She was completely exposed, and in immediate danger. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it to go away, shaking while her lungs burned for oxygen.

A voice full of southern drawl abruptly pierced the air in front of her. "Weelll, what do we have here? A lone little Mule." Cosmic gasped, attempting to cover herself with her hands, forgetting about the BT. A couple of metres in front of her a gold chiral skeletal mask appeared, seemingly out of thin air, and danced around with the whimsical voice. She stared, unable to speak with shock, clutching at her own chest and groin defensively. The voice continued after a chuckle, "Ah, ain't nothin' I ain't seen before, little MULE. Not that I mind having another look..."

The skull mask disappeared into a cloud of Chiralium, and with a pop appeared directly behind her. She jumped. The water pooling under her feet grew dark, it became black and sticky, rooting her to the spot. She swore she could feel hot breath on the back of her neck and shoulder, and all the hairs on her neck and arms erected as if the air was electrified. The shower water stopped. A black hand appeared from the puddle between her feet, and grabbed her calf. Then another slimy arm followed, groping her other leg. Cosmic whimpered. The golden mask laughed as the BT arms slid up her legs. They didn't pull her down but held her in place. The searching hands were cold, tacky, and smelt like death. "Please don't kill me!" she managed to blurt out. The skull face hovering over her shoulder chimed "Oh I wasn't going to KILL you....you're too much fun."

The tar arms continued their slow ascent, blindly grabbing, feeling their way. They got to her inner thighs, Cosmic clutched herself tighter, desperate to protect her most intimate areas, shivering from fear and the damp exposure.

Without warning, they stopped. She looked down to see only a now muddy pool she was stood in. The phantom voice echoed in her ear, "Got to keep you wanting more, little MULE..."

Cosmic came to her senses and made a dash for it. She used a towel for cover, and grabbed her clothes, running back to the MULE camp. A few of the others stared after her, she wasn't very often seen out of her suit. As she scurried past his tent crying, Franc looked up from weatherproofing a new pair of boots. He called out after her, "What?! You alright?"

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GoldenBridges Dom Sam x Sub Higgs scene.

Warnings: NSFW, strong language, BDSM bondage, breath play, M/M spicy smut.

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Higgs attempted to pull on the ropes, but there really was no give. Sam had done them up tight, but not tight enough to cut off his wrist circulation. Only an expert rigger knows how to do that.

"Stop struggling, you'll hurt yourself." Sam grunted gruffly, checking the knots. Higgs looked at the expertly tied cord that bound him to the bed, and felt the rough resistance on his skin, "Maybe I want to! I would deserve it anyhoo. You gunna punish me Sammy?" He liked the feel of the tightness, the restraint, especially when it hurt a little. It made him feel oddly safe. He trusted this man, he had finally learnt to trust again.

Sam Porter Bridges met the doleful blue eyes gazing up at him. Higgs looked so helpless, weak, even with his toned chest and shoulder muscles twitching and tightening in anticipation. The Porter leant down, almost within kissing distance, and that's what Higgs thought he would do, but instead an inked hand trailed slowly down the centre of his torso, past a of cacophony of scars. Higgs quivered with the touch, his erection throbbing. "Ugh Sam..."

"Shut the fuck up! I haven't even started yet!" Sam snapped, clasping his hand roughly over Higgs' mouth. The ex-terrorist let out a surprised muffle, and twitched more. Sam swung one leg over Higgs' thighs and straddled them, pinning him down. "Don't make me gag you too..." he scolded, removing his hand. A cheeky side smirk appeared, "Please Sam, gag me with your C..." Before Higgs could finish the sentence, Sam had shoved one of his dirty socks in his mouth to silence him.

Sam looked down at the slightly bobbing member, and gently tapped the end with a finger. "Huh, I've not even touched you yet, you needy thing." He reached behind him and in his hand was a vibrator. Higgs' eyes almost popped out, and his breathing quickened. Sam smiled, turning it on. He started by trailing it very slowly up the other man's inner thighs. Higgs watched every movement with engrossed eyes, the excitement growing.

The vibrations stopped just before his crotch. Higgs tried to open his legs more but Sam's weight stopped him. "Uh-uh, it's not going where you think..." Sam carried on, pushing the vibrating toy over Higgs' scrotum and running it up between his balls. Higgs let out a shudder and a muffled groan. Sam looked up to see the reactive expression, Higgs' brow furled, precum beading on his throbbing tip. Sam swiped it with a finger, then with a dark smile placed the salty fluid to his tongue.

The vibe slowly continued its achingly slowly tease trail, now up the underside of Higgs' length. His cock twitched, and his breathing laboured. The vibrations ran straight through him. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he bit down on the sock filling his mouth. When the toy reached the underside of his head, his eyes rolled back in their sockets. His hips bucked upwards, but Sam pushed them down again roughly. He took the pulse away for a second. "No! You're not allowed to cum yet. That's far too easy." Higgs whined in frustration, his eyes pleading.

Sam clasped a large hand around Higgs' mouth and nose, cutting off the air. His eyes widened. Sam replaced the pulsing to the sensitive area, he knew just where to hold it. Sweat dripped from Higgs' temples, he tried to swallow. He attempted to writhe but couldn't with the weight holding him down and the tight binds digging into his wrists. His cock leaked from overstimulation yet no release. Just as his lungs were burning for oxygen, Sam let him take in a deep breath through his nose. Sam chuckled, clearly enjoying the tease. Higgs had never seen him like this before. It was alarming and yet arousing.

After a few breaths, Sam cut off his breathing once again and continued the blissful assault. Higgs couldn't hold on much longer, he had been to the edge and back, and each time he lost a little more control. His mind and body was begging, pleading for release. He screwed up his eyes, black makeup streaming down his face. His whole body convulsed with need. Sam spoke lowly to him, "Why should I let you cum?..." Higgs muffled a scream.

Sam let his nose go, a sharp intake of breath to heaving lungs, "Beg for it Higgs." Higgs cried through muffled sobs, "PLEASE SAM! PLEASE!" Sam angled the tip of the toy and pressed it against his sensitive spot harder. Higgs' balls tightened. "I CAN'T HOLD ON! PLEASE SAM!"

Sam leant forward and whispered "Cum for me like a good boy, Higgs." And with that, Higgs let go, and so did Sam's pressure. He suddenly took the toy away, just as Higgs ejaculated, his hot seed spilling onto his own stomach with a relieved groan of Sam's name.

He winced, his muscles tensing as Sam suddenly slapped his dick. "Dirty boy! Look at all that mess you made!"

Higgs thought to himself, he liked this new dominant Sam, he deserved this....

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Sorry its been a while since I submitted any fic. I hope this makes up for it. 😉

@samfrancis94 @astrandofgold @pandora-writes-stuff I hope you like this and I haven't lost my touch!

So here's one of my 360 degree paused Death Stranding videos, of a giant Squid boss BT for you to gawp at.

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