Weeks ago I made these Higgs collages for my computer wallpaper using my favourite pics of him :) 💜 Couldn't decide between one background and the other, so I did both. Ended up using just the strawberries one, though 🍓
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Weeks ago I made these Higgs collages for my computer wallpaper using my favourite pics of him :) 💜 Couldn't decide between one background and the other, so I did both. Ended up using just the strawberries one, though 🍓
Troy Baker as Higgs Death Stranding 2: On The Beach (2025) dev. Kojima Productions⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This is how I felt last night while doing my physics laboratory homework
Higgs would totally talk you through it, even though his praises would become less and less coherent as he completely loses himself in the way you’re taking him so well
I’m in my feelings. What if Higgs was able to get away from his daddy and is found by the reader?
First of all how dare you? Second of all I hope you’re happy with yourself. Enjoy it I guess!(totally kidding I love you)
Also Tumblr gifs are pissing me off so I’m having to find visuals elsewhere.
AGE 12
He could hear his daddy yelling for him, but he didn’t dare turn back. He saw a way out, took the golden opportunity while the man wasn’t looking, and he ran as fast as his legs could take him. There was no specific direction to where he was going…but anywhere was better than that hellhole he had been living in.
The sun was setting behind the mountains, his only source of light leaving him. In a panic he slid inside a small patch of tall grass, covering his mouth to muffle any noise. His name echoed out through the darkness, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. If he found him, he was sure as dead.
Suddenly he heard a twig break, causing him to let out a gasp of panic only to turn and see the source. They looked about his age, holding a finger to their lips signaling to keep quiet. He had never seen another person before, and if he was being honest he thought he was imagining them from lack of oxygen. But no, he could feel the warmth of their body next to him. Their eyes locking in on him, as if grounding him.
“God dammit I know you’re out there boy!” His daddy screamed. “If you don’t come out right now you’re gonna be sorry you were ever fucking born!”
He heard footsteps, panic bubbling up inside him. Then, he a different voice.
“May I help you?!”
It was a man, he knew that much. He could see the person beside him smile in reassurance.
“This ain’t none of your concern!” His daddy yelled back.
“It is my fucking concern you’re on my property line! Now give me one good reason why I don’t put a bullet in between your eyes right now!” He could hear the other voice speak, it was authoritative like his daddy, but stronger.
“I’m looking for my son,” his daddy backed off a little. “He had a hissy fit and ran off…I’m sorry I’m just…I’m really worried he might be hurt.”
He looks at the person beside him, quickly shaking his head with pleading eyes. No, he’s lying! Please don’t listen to him! The other person reaches out, holding his hand and squeezed it. As if to comfort him, even if he felt anything but.
“Well I saw no boy here, I would have been notified if there was,” the other voice informed. “Now I’m gonna kindly ask you to look on elsewhere.”
“Now I don’t think you understand. These lands they…they’re dangerous. If you would at least just help me.”
“I’m giving you one more chance to back away and look elsewhere. Or the only thing that’s gonna be dangerous is me making you go necro,” the man warned.
He doesn’t hear anything else, watching the person beside him peak up from the tall grass before shooting back down.
“It’s okay, my papa scared him off,” they whisper. “Are you alright?”
His body was still trembling, shaking his head again as he tried his hardest not to let out a sob.
“He’s gonna kill me,” he finally croaks out. “He’s going to find me and kill me.”
“No he won’t,” the other person spoke in determination. “What’s your name?”
His blue blood shot eyes looked back at them, suddenly feeling shy.
“P-Peter…”
You tell him your name, and it sounded like the sweetest thing he had ever heard.
Peter watches you stand back up as he heard the other man call for them, guiding him up to let him know they were not alone.
“Over here!” You call back. Peter then gets a good look at the other man, he was so much taller and broader than his daddy. Hell, even he was a bit frightened. He watches the man look at him, eyes scanning over making him want to sink back down on the grass.
He ran in the clothes he had on, grey shorts and a stripped shirt. They were huge on him, tying the pants together by a rope his daddy kept around as a belt. His hair was all disheveled, long enough to cover his black eye. He knew the man could see them, the other bruises scattered over his arms and legs. Proof as to why he actually ran.
The man takes a step closer before looking at you.
“Head on back inside,” he gently instructed. From the corner of his eye Peter can see you make a look of determination.
“He’s hurt papa,” you spoke up. “Please don’t take him back to that man.”
The man lets out a sigh, nodding his head toward the shelter.
“You hungry boy?” He asks Peter, making him look up in shock. Right on cue he could feel his stomach twist in pain. Hunger…he had not eaten in days. Peter nods as he finally looks up at the man again. “Well come on, we’ll get you something to eat.”
He never had a hot meal before, most times his daddy made him eat out of a can. But this, Peter couldn’t help but wolf it down as if his life depended on it. Who knows if he would have something this good ever again.
“My goodness, never seen anyone enjoy my cooking like this before,” a woman gently teased. “Don’t make yourself sick now.”
Peter stops mid bite, looking at the family sitting around him. A wave of embarrassment washes over him, wiping his mouth as he hung his head. You were sitting right across from him but didn’t say a word. Neither did the your papa, who was still observing you.
“He did that to you?” He asks, pouting at the bruises. Peter could only nod but never lifting his head. The silence became thick, and he could feel his eyes getting blurry with tears again.
“You poor thing,” the woman finally breaking the silence. “Is your mom still alive sweetie?”
Peter shook his head followed by a loud sniffle.
“He…he’s my uncle,” Peter struggles to speak. “M-My parents died right after I was born.”
He could hear the woman let out a sympathetic noise.
“Joe…”
The thickness in the silence returned, and Peter could feel his body tremble. On instinct he looks up at you, seeing the same look of reassurance on your face as before. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt safe when he looked at you.
“We got enough resources for the three of us Marion,” the other man…Joe mumble.
“We have more than enough I’m not sending him back out there!” Marion argued. “What if his uncle finds him or worse runs into BTs without realizing it? It’s just too dangerous for him to be on his own.”
Peter could hear Joe breathe deeply as you chime in.
“Please papa.”
It was quiet for a moment, then Joe spoke up again.
“You’re gonna have to pull your weight round here son,” Peter lifted his head to look at the man. “Do some hard labor, but you’ll have clean clothes and a warm meal. Think you can handle that?”
He almost gives himself a headache nodding so fast. Joe lets out a chuckle, nodding back at him in acceptance.
“Guess that settles it then. Welcome to the family.”
Welcome…family. The words echo in his mind louder than the ringing he used to get when his daddy gave him a good smack on the head. He was given clothes that fit, a warm shower…the feeling was almost overwhelming. But it was soon was short lived, dreams of his daddy breaking into the shelter and dragging him back left him sobbing and clinging to anything to ground him.
“Peter?”
He hears your voice, eyes scanning frantically to find you. Once he does pinpoint you in the darkness, he lets out another sob as you sit on the bed.
“Peter what’s wrong?”
“He…I thought he…he…” he couldn’t form the words, his breathing growing shorter his heart hammering. Then he feels you try to hug him from where he laid, and he could feel the panic slowly melt away.
“It’s okay, you’re safe,” you assure him. “He’s never gonna hurt you again. I promise.”
You promise.
AGE 17
His eyes were glued to the sky, seeing the clouds about to form. Timefall, if they didn’t head back home soon they were going to get caught and who knows how long it would last before it would be safe to move.
You were too transfixed on the buck in the distance, sketching as fast as you could. You were bound and determined to get it, claiming this was your only chance to get some sort of proof wildlife was still around in the area. Peter didn’t get it, but he wasn’t going to have you wander off alone either. Plus if it was important to you, it was important to him that you got it.
Peter was still grasping the concept of romantic love, only reading about it from the books in the shelter or asking Marion and Joe questions about it. Based on the information that was given, one could argue he had been in love with you the moment you first gave him comfort years ago.
Every time you smiled at him or gave him something that reminded you of him, he would feel his face get hot and his chest tighten. Whenever you ask him to do something or get something for you he did it without hesitation, even going a little extra just to see your reaction. If ever you were out, and he loses you from his eyesight for merely a second he feels the familiar feeling of panic, only to cling onto anything o you just to feel grounded again.
You became his whole world, his guiding light. If he lost you…fuck the mere thought almost sends him into a tailspin.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, Peter instantly standing up and reached for your arm.
“We gotta go.”
“Just a second,” you wave off.
“No I’m serious Timefall is coming, we gotta get home before it lands!”
“Shit,” he hears you mumble. Quickly closing your sketchbook before running with him back to the shelter. Unfortunately you both don’t make it fast enough, Peter instantly feeling a drop hit his skin almost causing a wrinkle.
“Here! A cave,” you yell as you yank him toward shelter. He could see the ground instantly browning as it began to pour. Guess you both had no choice but to wait it out.
“Are you hurt?” You were on him, checking his arm. Peter tries his hardest not to form goosebumps.
“Na I’m okay, you?” He sees you shake your head in reply, letting out a sigh as you plop down.
“Mama and Papa are gonna be pissed,” you mutter.
“Hopefully it won’t last long,” Peter replied as he sits next to you. “Besides you know they only freak out when the sun starts going down. Hey, how’d the sketch turn out?”
He watches your face light up, yanking the book out to show him the result. God you were so beautiful when you got excited about things, he couldn’ t help but look so love struck by you only to force himself to look at your work.
“That’s fucking incredible,” he gushes. “You got a real knack for this!”
“You really think so?” You ask, sounding a bit shy.
“Course I do! If there were still museums or whatever I can see this up on a wall.”
He could see you bite your lip with a smile before leaving your head against his shoulder, feeling his heart hammer against his chest. He wanted to tell you, tell you so badly how he really felt about you. Maybe…maybe he could tell you now. It was the perfect opportunity to do so right? He could finally put himself out of this torment, and if you rejected him well…it would shatter him, but at least he wouldn’t wonder anymore.
He opened his mouth, trying to think of the right words to say when he hears you gasp.
“Oh my god, look.”
He turns to see what you were looking at, two figures in grey walking along against the Timefall. Porters, he had seen them once or twice making deliveries to the shelter, but never in person.
“Can you imagine? Walking through this, just so someone gets their package in time,” he hears you speak with such awe. “They’re so brave.”
“Crazy would be the better word,” Peter replied. “Takes a crazy person to endure this.”
“But they help people,” you argue. “Despite everything…despite this broken world all around us…there are still people out there that want to help. To connect. You can’t help but admire them.”
Peter didn’t say anything else, just watches the porters with you. You did make a fair point, preppers could only do so much. But it was porters that made sure no one went without.
“I wonder what it would take to be one,” you ask.
“Why? You wanna run off and be a porter?” Peter replied without realizing, the pang of worry gnawing at him. “Leave us behind?”
“Oh no! I’d take you with me!” You were quick to respond as you took a hold of his hand. “We’re a packaged deal.”
A packaged deal, just you and him. You wanted him to be with you. The gnawing feeling stopped, and a new feeling began to bubble in him.
Hope.
Hope that if you said that, that meant how he felt was not one sided…that you felt the same about him as he to you.
“I promise,” you continue. “If I find a way to be a porter, you become one too. Then we can travel and help people together!”
You promise.
AGE 25
God he was nervous, carefully chewing his food as he mentally planned the best way to break the news. Especially to you, looking up at you now and then as you ate. It was your dream after all, no doubt you were going to be a bit upset once you knew.
But Peter had a plan, you made promises to him. Promises you kept true ever since you two were kids. Now it was his turn to make a promise, a promise he was going to make sure to keep so you never had to worry about a thing ever again.
“I um…I ran into a porter today,” he began. He could see you jerk your head up with keen interest. “He…he told me they were looking for more workers and um, he asked if I wanted to sign up.”
He could see it, the look of shock and hurt flash over your face.
“Oh that’s wonderful Peter!” Marion praised. “I think that would be a noble field to go into!”
“Sure would be,” Joe replied. “If you said yes of course.”
“I…I did,” Peter nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. “Said I could start tomorrow.”
He could see tears forming in your eyes, his heart twisting from hurt.
“Well congratulations son, come a long way,” Joe reached out to pat him on the back. “Gonna help a whole lotta people.”
You mutter “excuse me”, walking off with your plate to clean before heading straight to your room. You didn’t even give him the chance to continue what he wanted to say. Later on, once the shelter was settled for the night, he carefully walked to your door…hearing you crying on the other side before he knocked.
A sniffle, then a shuffle before allowing him to walk in. When he entered, he could see your back was to him. Curled inward without acknowledging his existence, a first given your history.
“Are you mad?” He couldn’t help but ask, walking toward the bed to sit. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad, I’m happy for you,” you assure him even though your tone said otherwise. “Just…gonna miss you is all.”
Now, now was the time for him to finally lay it all out on the table. He could only hope you won’t kick him out after.
“I told the porter I’m a packaged deal,” Peter spoke carefully. Watching you slowly turn your head to look at him. “That I wasn’t going to go unless you came with me.”
He watches you slowly sitting up right beside him, with a confused look on your face.
“You did? Why?” You ask, and he couldn’t help help but laugh at how silly the question was.
“Because you’re my life,” he replied. “I ain’t gonna live in a world without you in it…already did that and it almost killed me.”
He reaches out to grab your hands, taking a deep breath before he continued.
“You could have ignored me that night. Minded your business and have my daddy find me. But you didn’t, you saved my life. Gave me a home, with people who actually cared about me. You showed me that everything my daddy told me was bullshit, that I…I have a reason for being. A purpose.”
“You did that all on your own Peter,” you argue.
“But you helped me,” he argued back. “You gave me strength, meaning. You are everything to me.”
You look down shyly, letting your hand intertwine with his.
“You’re everything to me too,” you confess. “I…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“And you won’t have to,” Peter could feel his heart pounding. Letting out a shaky breath as he said your name. “I love you. Been loving you since I was 12. I want to see this big wide world with you, help people connect with you. Share a beach with you.”
“But…mama and papa…”
“I’ve already asked, gave me their approval. Please? Please go with me? I promise you, you won’t ever have to worry about a thing. Make sure we are never apart. Hell we can even build something of our own! Make deliveries from sea to shining sea.”
You let out a happy sob, resting your forehead to his. He could feel your warmth, that same warmth that brought him peace whenever he was scared. That same warmth he wanted to feel for the rest of his life.
“Okay.”
Peter felt a rush of euphoria, bliss. Tears threatening to leave his own eyes from one simple word.
“Really? You’ll go with me?”
You nod, and he does something he waited so long for: he pulls you in for a kiss.
A kiss that sealed his promise.
You are Mine
DS1 Higgs x Reader Smut // 1.7k words // Pretty When You Cry - Vast
In which Higgs' jealousy is taken out on you. After all, he's the only one for you, and he will make damn sure you don't forget that.
Warnings: 18+, smut, AFAB reader (gender neutral), p in v, crying from sex, creampie, overstimulation, biting, smacking, hair pulling, stalker Higgs, he’s very mean in this one
A/N: This one is actually a request, but I've long since replied to the ask. So this is for you 🎱anon; stalker, situationship Higgs in all of his smutty glory! Sorry it took a bit, still working through my backlog of requests <3
Taglist: @starshinedowo @sanguis-ghouls-blog @mikaela-homura @raeyanetta (lmk if you wanna be added/removed! <3)
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Your legs were on the verge of giving out, but that didn’t stop Higgs. Grunting like an animal, the man continued to piston into you in a way that said you are mine.
Because, after all, isn’t that what you wanted? To be wanted?
Filthy moans slipped past your bruised lips, which no longer held the capacity to form words. You squirmed in Higgs’ hold, babbling incoherently as the pleasure took over your mind.
“Fuck… yeah…” he leaned down, whispering into your ear, “Ya like it?”
You nodded as drool worked its way down your chin. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Higgs yanked your head back. With your neck so deliciously exposed, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and biting the soft flesh. A groan vibrated against your throat, as he felt your cunt cinch so perfectly tight around him.
“Good, just like that,” he pushed your head back down onto the table, and thrusted himself into you somehow even harder.
A jolt went up your spine every time he hit your cervix. Happy tears rolled down your cheeks as your jaw remained slack and open. Moving his hand, Higgs shoved two fingers into your mouth. Pushing down on your tongue, he watched with unblinking eyes as you sucked the digits without a second thought.
“Mm-hm,” he breathed out, “nothing in that sweet little head of yours anymore, but ya still know what to do.”
His fingers curled in your mouth and you swirled your tongue over them. Pushing them in further, your gag reflex was put to the test. You allowed him in as much as he desired, and Higgs found himself impressed. Blown pupils took in the image of you giving yourself over to the big bad, oh-so easily. His cock twitched against your walls; you weren’t the only one whose mind was entirely fucked out.
Pulling the digits from your warm mouth, he moved to hold both of your hips. Lifting you up slightly, only the tips of your toes were able to touch the floor. The pain from his grip felt good.
“A-ah,” you choked out, the new angle hitting not just your cervix, but your g-spot as well. The added sensation sent your pussy fluttering and Higgs expressed, very vocally, just how much he liked it.
“Shit!” His entire length sunk into you. Faster. “Nngh.” Harder.
Your eyes squeezed shut, forcing more of your tears to spill. They coated your eyelashes in such a captivating way. Higgs’ face was flushed, sweat plastering unkempt hair to his forehead.
“So,” a hint of a rasp entered his voice, “I trust, hah, you’ll never fuck around like that again?”
“N-no…” your speech was slurred, body weak as Higgs rammed you into the table. You felt so good. You didn’t want it to ever stop. You needed it. You needed Higgs.
“Louder,” he moaned, “Tell me.” His cock smashed your crying insides, getting your pussy drunk on only what he could provide. “Fucking tell me that I’m the only one, shit, for you. The only one.”
Your mind was swimming. A growing tension had formed deep in your stomach not too long ago. Higgs’ viciousness was forcing it close to snapping. Thinking was hard. Just him. Pleasure. Close.
Higgs pulled his cock from your cunt; its drag sending shivers throughout you, but its absence making you deflate. A loud whine crawled out of your throat.
He flipped you over on the table, and seeing his face was almost enough to make you come undone. An intense gaze greeted you; black eyeliner smudged and starting to run. The softest shade of pink dusted his cheeks; a small reminder that the particle of god was still a man of flesh and blood.
“Tell me,” he demanded, chest heaving and eyes wild.
“Y-yes,” your voice cracked, “just you. Just you Higgs, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
The apology heightened his fury. You really tried to replace him. It drove him fucking nuts. He was watching; of course he was. You should’ve known, and hell, maybe you did, but you tried it anyway.
A hand smacked your cunt. You yelped in surprise, using all of your remaining strength to prevent yourself from cumming.
“I bet ya felt stupid, huh?” He was getting meaner; the memory replaying fresh in his mind.
You nodded.
“Say it.”
“I felt stupid,” you cried, upset at yourself over allowing anyone but Higgs to catch your interest.
It wasn’t supposed to be anything, not really. You’d simply met someone who you clicked with. That was it. The sex was just sex… but you still choked back tears when they found someone else. You had your thing with Higgs, but he had made it clear he wasn’t someone for love. The desire to be desired filled your heart, not realizing just how much you plagued the man’s mind before you.
He was going to kill the person for tainting your mind and causing you hurt. That, however, would be handled after you. Yeah, you needed to be set straight first.
“Good,” grabbing his cock, he lined himself back up with your soaked entrance.
He tortured you. Prodding your hole with just his tip, he relished in the sounds you made. The way your eyes would squeeze shut, to only snap back open and seem to say please when your gaze caught his; it sent him spiralling further.
The thought of another having you in such a way made his blood boil. Never again. Only him; yeah, that’s right. You’d only ever have him again.
Enough.
Pushing his hips forward, he slammed his cock into your weeping cunt. His hands found purchase on your waist, setting an unforgiving pace. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the tent. Higgs didn’t care if his men outside could hear; shit, he wanted them to. The world needed to know how much you belonged to him.
“Hah, ah,” moans and babbles fell from your lips with no consent from you. You felt your body getting hot again. Higgs’ cock was slicing through you, spreading you open, leaving you raw and vulnerable.
Did you love him? Did he love you?
Maybe? You hoped so.
“Goddamn,” he heaved, head hanging low between his shoulders. His muscles flexed with his movements, sweat beading over his lean body.
You wrapped your legs around his midsection. Pulling tight, you attempted to bring him closer, deeper; together. Higgs leaned down, hands on the table, with his body flush against yours as he continued to fuck you stupid.
The heat that came off of him was just as hot as your own, perhaps even more so. You felt the sweat drip from his chin as he kissed your neck. A bruise had formed on the flesh, and his kisses almost felt like an apology for his previous cruelty.
Another bite.
You gasped, your cunt clamping down on him in surprise.
A reminder.
Higgs leaned back up, moving a hand to the center of your chest. The pressure collapsed your lungs slightly with his weight. His other hand ran over your thigh, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. The gaze he offered was intense, watching every little movement you made. Then, a crooked smile stretched across his face.
“Bet they never made you feel this good, huh?” His voice came out composed, but the way his lip quivered betrayed the facade.
When he first saw you with someone else, he felt his world imploding around him. He cursed himself, for not being more clear with you. There was a claim on you, even if he struggled to say so, and that was not going to be disrespected. But the boy deep down inside of him, the one afraid of abandonment, forced him to be quiet; for if he acted like he didn’t care, he wouldn’t get hurt, right?
Oh, so wrong.
“No, Higgs, no…” you moaned so sweetly. “You make me feel so good, please, I only want you, just you,” the words took all of your brainpower to say, but they were sincere nonetheless. Only Higgs could ever fuck you like this, because the man knew you inside and out; literally and figuratively.
Your fling? Truthfully, you had pretended it was him. The heartache you felt was simply a prelude to what you knew you would someday experience with Higgs. You wanted it anyway.
“Mmgh,” he groaned, low and sultry; your words making him pound into you harder.
The smell of sex permeated the space. Wet earth mixed in with your combined scent, timefall having stopped falling an hour before. The sun was peaking through the sky again, a new beginning, another chance.
Your cunt squelched with every thrust, and you could feel your end coming. The onslaught your body received ready to offer what the two of you chased after. Higgs was close too. His movements were getting sloppy and greedy.
“Tell me you love me,” he whispered as his cock hit you in all the right places.
You felt your body tense, as you held your breath.
Surely he doesn’t mean that, right? He’s just horny and fucked out and–
“Damn it, tell me!”
“I–” the knot was pulling tight. Your breathing resumed, fast and frantic, and your walls fluttering in suspense. A thumb reached out, and pressed hard circles into your clit. The wave hit, and you felt your release coat Higgs’ cock, body trembling and alight with pleasure. “I-I love you!”
He let out a loud moan, slamming his dick into you with more fervor. A few hard thrusts, and his cum painted your insides a hidden white. He kept going; he couldn’t stop. Overstimulation worked its way through both of your bodies, pain and pleasure dancing together.
An addictive warmth continued to spread through your veins. Higgs’ cock felt so right deep inside of you. You reached up, coercing him back down. Lips pressed against lips, his movements slowing with the drug you offered. A haze took over his mind as he kissed you back.
Like a man in love.
He stilled. His cum leaked the smallest amount from your cunt. He shoved his cock in deeper. You moaned. He responded in kind.
“You are mine,” he whispered.
And his you were.
I feel like Higgs is the type to go out and do his evil thing and then come back to sleep other 12 hrs
A slice of pizza and liters of soda in between
HIGGS MONAGHAN x READER Resumen: Higgs te reconforta en tu playa. DS2 Beach Higgs es él más adecuado para este fanfic, pero realmente puede ser cualquiera ♡ ── ๑ ──
See the sun set The day is ending
El sol reflejaba su fuego en el vasto océano bajo el cual pronto desaparecería. Al menos, en apariencia. El cálido vaivén de las olas masajeaba tus pies descalzos; la arena de la playa te cosquilleaba entre los dedos.
Let that yawn out There's no pretending
Higgs silbó, luego comenzó a cantar. Suavemente, al ritmo de una agradable caminata por el bosque. Arena, rocas y pequeños minerales decoraban su tosco calzado, que escurría agua cada vez que el mar se alejaba de la playa. Higgs contemplaba distraídamente la puesta de sol, apenas pestañeando. La brisa marina provocaba que sus largos cabellos bailaran sobre su rostro.
I will hold you And protect you
Su brazo rodeaba tu espalda; tu cara llorosa se ocultaba en su pecho. Su mano, que reposaba justo por encima de tu codo, te transmitía seguridad y presencia. Su abrazo servía como un pequeño refugio que te permitía dar rienda suelta a las lágrimas que brotaban silenciosamente de tus ojos.
So let love warm you 'Til the morning
Cómo atacada por un repentino tic nervioso, abrías y cerrabas ambos puños sobre la gruesa tela del pantalón de Higgs repetidamente, aumentando o disminuyendo la fuerza de tu agarre de manera proporcional a la intensidad de tus sollozos. Pero a él no parecía molestarle. Tras una breve pausa, inhaló profundamente.
I'll stay with you By your side Close your tired eyes And I'll wait and soon I'll see your smile In our dream
Higgs recargó cariñosamente su cabeza sobre la tuya. Percibiste la vibración de su canto a través de tu cráneo. Aún dentro de tu profunda tristeza, la nueva sensación llamó lo suficiente tu atención para que la sombra de una sonrisa cruzara fugazmente por la comisura de tu boca. Los sollozos superaron su punto máximo, y ahora tu cuerpo se preparaba para la anhelada relajación. Tiritaste con escalofríos causados por el mismo llanto. Higgs sobó tu brazo con movimientos ascendentes y descendentes presionando tu cuerpo aún más cerca del suyo para ayudarte a regular tu temperatura. Con la otra mano, acarició tu rostro con dulzura. Cerraste los ojos mientras él secaba tus lágrimas, y los mantuviste así mucho después de que terminara. Una vez que el llanto cesó por completo y tu respiración recuperó su ritmo normal, tu cuerpo entero se relajó hasta adormecerse.
And I won't wake before you go And I still hear your heart beat
Lo que más deseabas en este momento era permanecer en la playa con Higgs, sentados sobre la arena, remojando los pies en el agua caliente, mirando el eterno atardecer, protegida entre sus brazos mientras cantaba para ti, esperando con serenidad la hora en que la alegría se abriera camino a través del mar de tristeza de vuelta a tu corazón.
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HIGGS MONAGHAN x READER Summary: Higgs comforts you on your beach. DS2 Beach Higgs is the most suitable for this fanfic, but it could be any ♡ ── ๑ ──
See the sun set The day is ending
The sun reflected its blaze on the vast ocean beneath which it would soon disappear. At least, seemingly. The warm swaying of the waves massaged your bare feet; the sand on the beach tickled between your toes.
Let that yawn out There's no pretending
Higgs whistled, then began to sing. Softly, to the rhythm of a pleasant walk through the woods. Sand, rocks, and small minerals decorated his rough footwear, which dripped water every time the sea receded from the beach. Higgs gazed absently at the sunset, barely blinking. The sea breeze made his long hair dance across his face.
I will hold you And protect you
His arm was around your back; your tearful face was buried in his chest. His hand, resting just above your elbow, offered you a sense of security and presence. His embrace served as a small refuge that allowed you to release the tears that silently flowed from your eyes.
So let love warm you 'Til the morning
As if seized by a sudden nervous tic, you repeatedly opened and closed both fists on the thick fabric of Higgs's trousers, increasing or decreasing the strength of your grip in proportion to the intensity of your sobs. But he didn't seem to mind. After a brief pause, he inhaled deeply.
I'll stay with you By your side Close your tired eyes And I'll wait and soon I'll see your smile In our dream
Higgs gently rested his head on yours. You felt the vibration of his singing through your skull. Even amidst your deep sorrow, the new sensation was enough to draw your attention, a fleeting hint of a smile flickering across the corner of your mouth. The sobs had passed their peak, and now your body was preparing for the longed-for relaxation. You shivered with chills caused by the crying itself. Higgs stroked your arm with up-and-down motions, pressing your body even closer to his to help regulate your temperature. With his other hand, he tenderly caressed your face. You closed your eyes as he dried your tears, and kept them closed long after he’d finished. Once the crying had completely ceased and your breathing had returned to normal, your entire body relaxed into a drowse.
And I won't wake before you go And I still hear your heart beat
What you wanted the most at this very moment was to stay on the beach with Higgs, sitting on the sand, soaking your feet in the warm water, watching the eternal sunset, protected in his arms while he sang to you, serenely awaiting the hour when joy would make its way through the sea of sadness back to your heart.
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Hi darling, mind writing a little something with a ton of comfort with Higgs? Something soft and warm I could go back to when life gets rough again, because god damn I miss him
You got it! Because I miss him too, got me playing Death Stranding once again because I miss him that much. Plus after the cult fic I need something light.
REDEMPTION HIGGS TIME!
“God dammit!”
You let out a frustrated groan as you hang your head in your hands. You had been working on this project for weeks, thought you were finally making a breakthrough. But no, your “project”, a tiny chiral creature you had in the research lab just turned into a pure blob of tar on you. It was hard enough to capture one without getting electrocuted, and now you were going to have to go through the process all over again! If you could even find a herd at this point.
You could feel tears about to form in your eyes, banging your hand on the desk as the blob jiggled on impact. All your hard work, making sure everything was by the book and right and you failed, again. Just then you heard the door open behind you, quickly pulling yourself together so your clear defeat didn’t raise any questions. It was late in the night, no doubt your loud banging must have woke someone up. As soon as you felt familiar hands on your shoulders however, you let out a soft sigh. Your body relaxing as your feel them give you a small massage.
“How’d you know where to find me?” You ask the person behind you.
“Well, seeing as I woke up without you in my arms. I figured this would be the first place to look. You’re makin’ a real bad habit out of this.”
You look up, locking eyes with a pair of the prettiest shade of blue you ever saw on another person. Higgs, once the most feared man across three continents, now hovering over you with his tall frame and giving you a small pout.
It was a pairing no one saw coming, least of all you. When you joined up Drawbridge, he had just been freshly defeated from trying to bring in The Last Stranding. You yourself only knew him by reputation, his sinister ghost look was on every hologram wanted poster in the city you lived in. You kept your distance at first, making it very clear you wanted nothing to do with him. Higgs, once the other hand once he accepted his newfound fate, went out of his way to get a reaction out of you. Seemed that was his thing, always single minded in his obsessions. Once he caught interest in someone, he made sure to make it their and everyone else’s problem.
You eventually gave in, thinking once he scratched his itch he would leave you alone. Course that was a month ago, and you both were holding strong ever since.
You watch as he moves to sit next to you, tar stained hands perching his stubbled chin as he observed what was going on.
“Blob kicked the bucket huh?” He asks raising a tattooed brow. You look back at the now failed experiment letting out another sigh. “Can’t say I’m sad about it, you’ve been giving that thing more attention than me.”
“I’m sorry I just…I really thought I was making a breakthrough,” you reply. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”
“Wasn’t stupid,” Higgs shrugged. “You were making progress I know that. Those little shits are just unpredictable is all, just like any other mindless thing.”
“But I thought…nevermind. I don’t expect anyone to get it.”
“Try me,” Higgs pressed. Pulling you from your chair and onto his lap. You couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, your body molding against his as he wraps his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. You don’t say anything at first, allowing yourself to be wrapped in the warmth of him. God it annoyed you sometimes, how he knew just what to do or say to get you relaxed.
“It’s just…everyone here has some level of DOOMS and I don’t. Die Hardman might be the only other person but still. I just want to be able to like…prove that I’m meant to be here.”
“You ain’t gotta prove shit” Higgs argues.
“Yes I do,” you argue back. “If I can’t do this one simple thing what is the point of me being here?”
“Why did you want to join in the first place?” Higgs asked making you think for a moment.
“I wanted to make a difference,” you reply with a shrug. “I know I could have done it back home but I felt that would have limit me. Here I feel like what I do will have a lasting effect, help people for years to come.”
“There you go! You still can leave a lasting effect, but it ain’t gonna be done overnight. You’re gonna have bumps in the road baby, everyone does. But I better not hear you say you don’t belong here you hear me? You belong here just as much as anyone else in here. Now me? That’s still on the drawing board.”
You turn to look at him, giving him a tender smile. That seemed to be what he was looking for, returning the same smile back.
“You belong here Higgs,” you assure him.
“Well, if you say so,” he shrugs before moving you to face him fully. “Now that we got that settled, how bout giving me some sugar hm?”
You let out a small laugh, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. You should have known he was not about to take that, pinning you in place as he deepens it. He did eventually let go after hearing you make a little noise, looking rather proud of himself as he stands up taking you with him. You quick, clinging onto him.
“Come on, it’s late and one of us needs their beauty sleep,” he teases as he pats your ass.
if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw
Part 2 of 2: Extinction Entity
You lose connection, only to gain another. But at what cost?
Pairing: Cult!Higgs Monaghan x AFAB Reader(mention of female genatals but other then that gender neutral)
Rating: M
Warnings: This story will have depictions of non/dubious consent, forced breeding, suicide, power imbalance, control, use of tentacles in a sexual nature, cult language and mentality. If it smells like a Dead Dove Don’t Eat
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You feel a hand gently brush your hair, your eyes glued to one spot despite the chaos in front of you. That one spot, a row of tombstones from a distance, was the only thing grounding you. A reminder that you were still present, still within your own body.
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It was like nothing you could have imagined; the city near your shelter paled in comparison to this place. The Red Kingdom, a tall, grand building overlooking the rumble of what was once a city, now a void-out crater. You and Quinn were greeted by a woman holding an umbrella, her face just as expressionless as the guards' masks.
“I’m Fragile,” she introduced herself with an even tone. “I am here to guide you to your proper halls.”
Both of you were quick to follow her, making sure not to get distracted or look around. All three of you were in a hallway crossroads when Fragile stopped abruptly.
“The King’s Guard is stationed on the right; you will be assigned a room on the left.”
Your chest tightens, looking back at Fragile.
“We’re getting separated?” You couldn’t help but ask. The woman’s sharp eyes cut to you, causing you to freeze in place.
“You two are close,” she commented. “But you both have different roles to play; this is by order of The King in Red. If you wish to say your goodbyes, you might as well do it now.”
For the first time, you felt unsure. Looking at Quinn, who seemed more than accepting of what was happening.
“This is our destiny,” Quinn whispered to you. “We have been seen and blessed…don’t worry about me. I’m exactly where I need to be, and so are you.”
With that, they pull you into a hug, squeezing you tightly as if trying to feel you one last time.
“Thank you, you have given me…so much in the little amount of time we shared. We’ll see each other again on The Beach, I swear it.”
You linger as they pull away, trying to hold onto the one thing that you grew so accustomed to, but having little help. You don’t even move from where you stood as Quinn walked down the hall and into a cloud of darkness. You suddenly jump, feeling Fragile touch your shoulder.
“Come with me,” she spoke, her voice now softer. “I’ll show you to your room.”
The silence was painful as you walked alongside her. The room itself reminded you of bedrooms kings and queens had very long ago, based on the books you found in the data storage back home.
“Take your time settling in,” Fragile informed you. “I will return shortly to prep you for examination.”
That caught your attention, and you turned to look at her.
“Examination for what?” You ask. You catch it, a look of discomfort flashing across her features.
“Chirlium exposure is high here,” Fragile replied. “We have to make sure you are healthy enough to withstand it. With your abilities, I have no doubt but…it’s precaution.”
You could only nod as she walked out, taking a look around once more. Fragile returned after a while, holding a white robe out toward you.
“Change,” she instructed. You didn’t question and took the robe, looking around to see where you could actually change. Seeing there wasn’t any privacy, you see her turn around, facing away from you.
That was as much privacy as you were going to get.
After you change to the white robe and tell her you are ready, she guides you to another room. At first glance, you see it was separated by a red velvet curtain, through which you could not see the other side, only the end of some type of exam bed peaking out in the center. Another woman was waiting, hands folded in front of her, as she gave you a gentle smile.
“Welcome, I’m Rainy. I’m going to be doing your examination. Don’t worry, you are in very good hands here.”
She, unlike Fragile, was much more personable. You could feel your body relax as she steps forward to do her thing. She starts by holding your face in her hands, gently moving it up and down, side to side.
“You have lovely skin,” she comments. “Soft, most people from shelters don’t have skin like this.”
You assumed that was supposed to be a compliment.
She makes you open your mouth, examining your teeth and tongue. Even shines a light in your eyes to check for reflex.
“Good, very good,” Rainy speaks up. “Perfect model of health, I’d say. Now, we will need to check on the lower half of you. This will be…intimate. But again, you have nothing to fear, okay? No harm will come to you.”
“O-Okay?” You stumble, letting her guide you to lie on the exam bed. The curtain settled right at your waist as you watched Rainy go to the other side. You suddenly feel hands on your legs, making you jump, then Rainy’s voice, gently shh’ing you.
“Relax, you’re okay,” she assures you. Taking a breath, you try to relax, feeling her rise the bottom of the robe up…and up…settling it against your stomach. You then feel your legs being spread, the air hitting a very intimate part of you, causing you to take in a sharp breath as you feel your feet being perched against a metal hook. Rainy soon comes back from the curtain, standing right above your head as she smiles down at you.
“Remember to breathe,” she instructs. “And just feel.”
You weren’t sure what she meant, but you took a deep breath all the same. Then you feel them, hands. Hands much larger than Rainy’s, the rough padding of the gloves brushes your calf and inner thigh.
Was someone else on the other side of the curtain?
Your eyes instantly shoot up at Rainy, who gently hums while brushing your hair.
“You’re safe,” she whispers. “Just relax.”
The gloved hands get closer to your center, spreading your legs slightly more before you feel a finger brush against your clit down to your folds. You tense up instantly, Rainy quickly cupping your face as she shh’es you once more.
“It’s okay…you’re okay,” she soothes you again. “Remember to breathe, okay?”
You take a breath, your heart pounding in your chest. The finger doesn’t stop its assault, rubbing your clit up and down, causing a friction that has your eyes rolling back. You feel a throb, a heated wave pooling between your legs. Rainy must have noticed, smiling down at you with a nod.
“There you go, you’re doing wonderful,” she encouraged.
You then feel warm breath tickling you, your body stilling for a moment. The finger teasing you is long gone, only to be replaced by something incredibly slick. Was it a tongue? No, it didn’t feel like one. This felt…thick against you, thick yet long and incredibly flexible. You could feel a small tip, teasing your entrance as the thick base continued what the finger started. Alarms were going off in your head, everything in you was screaming that this wasn’t right. And yet the rest of your body was responding in a very different direction, finding it…pleasurable.
Suddenly, you let out a noise as you feel the small tip spreading your folds, penetrating you, going deeper and deeper, stretching you out, giving you a feeling of wild discomfort. You hear Rainy shh’ing you again, brushing your hair as you try to adjust the sheer size of the object. It felt so… foreign. The top half was slick, while the bottom felt like it had small suction cups.
Like tentacles.
Your eyes widen at the discovery, moving your hips to get away, but you feel them get roughly pinned down by the gloved hands. Then you hear it, a deep male grunt from the other side of the curtain. Tears began to well in your eyes, blurring your vision as Rainy cups your cheeks. Wiping your tears away with the pads of her thumbs.
“You’re okay, it’s alright…”
Just feel.
You feel the object get into a rhythm, sliding in and out of you at a delicious pace. You feel a buildup in the pit of your stomach, your breathing growing heavier as you tilt your head back. That seemed to be the right reaction, because you felt the gloved thumb go right back to your throbbing clit, flicking it at the same pace as the object. You could even feel the object’s tip massage and curve against a spongy part inside of you, causing you to let out a sound you didn’t expect to make.
Without warning, your vision blurs again as the buildup peaks. Letting out a cry while white-knuckling the edges of the exam bed as you allow the feeling to wash over you. Whoever, or whatever, was on the other side seemed very pleased at what you had done. You could hear a deep purr from the other side, followed by the feeling of lips caressing your inner thighs, only to sink their teeth into the flesh abruptly. You gasp, pain shooting up your spine at just how hard they have bitten you. They quickly let go, and you feel the slick object over the stinging flesh before you are let go completely.
“You did so well,” Rainy praised you. “So, so well! Come on, let’s get you back up, and Fragile will escort you back to your room.”
She was so gentle, pulling you off the bed as she fluffed the robe back down. Your legs wobbled a bit, making you lean back, but she catches you.
“You’ll need to rest,” she informs you. “Just take the rest of the day to lie down, build your strength back.”
“W-What just happened to me?” You stumble out. Rainy just gives you a warm smile in return as she nods at Fragile to take you back to your room. She never answered your question.
As Fragile guides you back to your room, you couldn’t help but notice the same discomfort you saw once before. When you arrived, you allowed her to sit you on the bed, and you stopped her before she walked out the door.
“What happened in there?” You ask, you could see how tense she was before slowly turning around to look at you.
“Let me give you a bit of advice,” she said to you. “The life you knew before this no longer exists. It does not belong to you, you do not belong to you anymore. To gain the king’s favor…it is a life sentence. So it’s best not to ask what happened to you or what will happen to you. And instead, simply pray for death.”
With that, she walked off, leaving you to your thoughts. She was giving you a warning, that much you picked up on. It would seem, from the little interaction you had with her, that she did not think as highly of what was going on as the rest of them. What did she know? You thought. You couldn’t dwell on it, your body betraying you as your eyes grow heavy. You don’t even realize how long you had fallen asleep, only to be awoken by the guards banging on your door for dinner. You are alone, with only the guards standing by the door keeping watch. The food presented to you was a far contrast from the garden diet you had back at headquarters. Meat, rare cooked meat, and a dark liquid to wash it down. Every time you took a sip, you could taste something you couldn’t place.
Once you were done, the guards guided you to yet another room, your heart dropping with what was in store. The door slammed behind you, causing you to jump before gathering your bearings and taking a look around. It was a bedroom, slightly more modern-looking and clearly never used. Then you hear heavy footsteps from a dark corner, a familiar yellow glow breaking through before he comes into view.
“There you are,” The King in Red’s voice echoed throughout the room. He was not wearing the red robe this time, and you could finally see the sharp red-and-black armor. To think, he looked more intimidating than before.
Your eyes widen, quickly getting on your knees and bowing toward him. You could hear him chuckle deeply, walking toward you as you feel him touch the top of your head.
“It’s alright, sweetheart, no need for formal instructions now,” he informed you as he made you look up at him. You watch as he tilts his head at you, giving you an amused look.
“Come on, on your feet now,” he instructs. Taking your hand to help you stand up. “As much as I do enjoy seeing you on your knees, it’s time for us to see each other eye to eye. Don’t you think?”
You don’t say anything, losing your ability to speak once again in his presence. All you could do was watch him walk off, sitting down at the edge of the bed as he pats a spot next to him.
“Sit, please.”
You blink, walking carefully toward the bed as you sit right next to him. You fold your hands over on your lap, but you don’t dare look at him again.
“It’s a lot to take in, I know. Most people, when they get here, often get a glazed look on their face. But you, you’ve been handling yourself pretty well. Even passed your examinations with flying colors!”
You nod, looking down at your hands until you feel him touch your chin to make you look at him.
“You've got no reason to be nervous,” he tells you. “I ain’t gonna bite ya”
There was a playful tone to his words, but it gave you no relief.
“H-How’s Quinn?” You finally gain the strength to speak. At first, he looks at you confused. As if he had no idea who you were talking about.
“Oh! Strand Quinn, right,” he finally realizes. “The head guard said something about them fitting right in. But I don’t wanna talk about them, I wanna talk about you.”
He was so quick to dismiss them, something that didn’t sit right with you, but you don’t press it.
“Been reading up all about you,” The King continues as he leans back on the bed, propping his head up. “Grew up near Lake Knot before venturing out by the time you turned 18. Bounced place to place and lived with some old lady until she croaked, and you got her shelter. Been living alone until quite recently. You like collecting pre-Stranding shit, been able to get through some mighty infected territory to get them, huh?”
Your eyes widen, causing the smirk he was sporting to grow wider.
“The beauty of my little network,” he said knowingly. “As soon as you got hooked up, a file was already created. Helps me keep track. Your file, in particular, really caught my interest. Been a long time since the last recorded DOOMS sufferer. Granted, your levels aren’t very high, but…it’s enough. And I certainly wasn’t gonna have someone with such a gift be among the worker bees, oh no. Now, don’t get me wrong, they all serve me beautifully. But you…you’ve got a higher purpose.”
You watch as his hand brushes along your leg, feeling yourself shiver from the contact. He must have liked it, humming a bit.
“Have things been to your liking?” He asked. “Wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Oh, yes of course,” you finally reply. He gives you a pleased look, but his movements don’t stop.
“Good, after all, this is your home now. Deserve to live the life of luxury,” he informs you as he moves back up. You could feel the coolness of the armor close to you, making you shiver more as his hand moved from your leg to your arm.
“No one giving you trouble?” He presses. “I know Fragile can be a bit…sharp.”
You shrug, but you shake your head in reply.
“If she does, you tell me,” there was an edge in his voice, causing you to tense again. You nod to indicate you understood, watching his face soften once more.
“Good, very good,” he practically purrs. “You take direction well.”
You could feel his breath on you, taking a deep inhale in your hair as he lets out a pleased noise.
“Oh yeah, this is gonna work out just fine,” he whispers in your ear. “Just fine.”
You then feel him move once more, kneeling in front of you so the two of you are at eye level. You could feel your heart pounding, especially as you feel his hands on your legs again.
“I don’t invite a lot of people to be alone with me,” he points out. “Being what I am, I have to keep my circle small. Having you here with me means I can trust you…and I can, can I?”
“Y-Yes, your…your majesty,” you stumble, which makes him chuckle again.
“You don’t gotta call me that,” he tells you. “Not here anyway. Here? Just the two of us? You call me by my name: Higgs.”
Higgs, the name echoes in your mind, yet you don’t dare say it. As if he could read your mind, his eyes narrowed.
“Say it.”
You felt almost faint, the panic bubbling over. You let out a shaky breath, opening your mouth, but no words came out. He then leans forward, his blue eyes cutting at you.
“Say my name,” he repeats.
“H-Higgs,” his name felt like a curse. Sealing you into whatever fate he had in store for you. You watch as he moves away, his mouth stretching in a smile.
“Feels nice don’t it?” His voice becoming more velvety. “Certainly sounds sweet coming from you.”
You could feel his hands rising, lifting the robe. Your eyes widen, memories from what happened to you early on flash in your mind. As if he could feel your fear, he shh’es you.
“It’s alright, settle now,” he coos at you. “You don’t gotta worry about a thing. Trust in me.”
You two don’t break eye contact at first as he spreads your legs. Only when his eyes look down, staring at the now very bruised bite mark on your inner thigh. You could feel your stomach twist in disgust, letting out a breath as he brushes his fingertips along the wound.
“Bit harder than I thought,” he commented. Knocking the wind right out of you as your eyes widen. Higgs, in reply, gives you a knowing look, allowing you to put the pieces together.
“What? You think I was gonna allow someone else to enjoy the taste of you?” He asks, shaking his head. “One thing you’re gonna learn quickly, what I consider mine? I don’t allow anyone else to have. And you are all mine.”
The examination, it was he who was on the other side of the curtain. He who…who.
You could feel his hands get dangerously close, realizing you should have known how familiar they felt. But he doesn’t go further, just stays perfectly still as he watches your face.
“I wanna give you something, would you like that?” You don’t respond; he doesn’t give you the chance to, as he slowly stands back up. The red plate covering his crotch right at your eye level. The room was heavy, painfully quiet. Not counting the sound of him undoing the plate and placing it over to the side.
You see pitch-black nothingness at first, only to feel your body shake in fear as you watch it slide out of view. It was a tentacle, yet not really, but it was definitely phallic by design. You could even see black liquid of some sort pearling at its slit, feeling Higgs hand gently grab the back of your head.
“Don’t be shy now,” he rasps, still looking down at you as he moves you to get on your knees. “Give it a little love, hm?”
With a trembling hand, you reach out, brushing your fingers along the slick appendage, gaining a soft moan from Higgs.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers to you. “Nice and gentle like.”
Your hand wraps around the base of it, looking up at him with worry. You had never done this before, human or otherwise. If he didn’t like what you were doing…you could feel your eyes heating up. Tears threatening to leave you out of fear. But Higgs was quick to guide you, his hand moving your head closer to the tip.
“Open up,” he instructs, and you obey. Opening your mouth, he meets you halfway, the slick sensation hitting your tongue, causing you to gag on reflex.
“Easy now, just relax,” he gently coaches you. “Ah fuck…”
You feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, trying your best to get used to the sensation. You could taste the black liquid, which made you scrunch your face, but you endured it in fear of angering him. His breathing got heavy as the object began to move in and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag again.
“Relax your throat,” he instructs you. “That’s it, there you go.”
You do as you were told, to the best of your ability at least. You could feel his grip on the back of your head getting tighter, pushing it so you could meet him halfway. After a while, you got used to it, allowing him to pump into your mouth as far as it would go. His panting and grunts filled the room along with the wet sounds of him in your mouth. His grip in your hair not letting up once
“Uh…fuck you’re gonna make me cum,” he rasps out. “Gonna cum…right in that pretty mouth…ah shit!”
You could feel the object swell in your mouth, a fair warning to prepare. With a few more pumps, he grunts out, tasting the liquid punch down your throat. It was hot, very hot. You try to move away, but he pins you in place.
“Take it, you fucking take it!”
You had no choice but to swallow, feeling your throat try to close, but Higgs was not going to give you an option. You could feel the object soften before he slides it out of your mouth and tucks it right back in the darkness.
“Have not felt that…in a long while, god damn,” he breathes out as he puts the plate back on him. The grip on your hair is gone, allowing you to hang your head down and slowly wipe whatever liquid was still against your lips. The room fell quiet for a moment before you felt him move your head to look up at him again.
“You’ll grow a taste after a while,” he informs you. “I don’t expect you to be hungry on what I’m gonna offer right out the gate, but…you still did a mighty fine job.”
You felt numb, not sure what the hell just happened or what was happening. You allow him to lift you back on your feet, but you could not bear to look at him in the eye.
Higgs doesn’t make you, however, not this time. Instead, you feel him pick you up into his arms before laying you back on the bed.
“Rest now,” was all you could hear as your world went dark.
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It became routine after that: you spent most of your days in your room until you were summoned for something. Summoned to eat, summoned for more examinations. Summoned to Higgs’ room at night.
You had no one else to talk to, Fragile kept her distance, and Rainy only offered the same words of encouragement while enduring being poked and prodded. You didn’t even bother to try to talk to the guards, but you do catch yourself asking if any one of them was Quinn underneath. You thought of them often, wondering if they were okay. If they were having a better experience than you were.
The nights were Higgs were the only thing that was not so routine. One night, he would want to have a conversation, and the next night, he would have you bent over on a table or the bed, fucking you until you were crying out from forced pleasure. Lately, when such a night occurred, he would always make you lie back so your legs were up and against your shoulders.
“So you don’t spill one drop,” he would inform you.
You stay that way for a bit, and if you couldn’t do it on your own, well…he had restraints for that. And that was when he wanted to talk about more personal things.
“Never knew my parents,” he told you one night. Sitting right next to you as you were in position.“They died not long after I was born, and my mama’s brother took me in. Not that he wanted to, at least. I never got to experience love that didn’t involve a first or a boot…hell, the earliest memory I have is crying my eyes out in some sad excuse of a crib while he yelled at me to shut up. I have never been held, never heard kind words. Have you ever been held?”
You look at him, nodding in reply.
“By your mama?” He pressed, again you nod. He looks at you, and for a moment, you could have sworn you saw a look of yearning from him.
“Must have felt nice,” he commented. “Feeling that…warmth, to feel safe. You know it’s funny, I get love and praise every day by these…sad people looking for something to believe in. And yet I never felt an inch of emotion back. I can’t feel anything really. But now…I find myself getting attached to you.”
You watch as he looks at how he had you before reaching out to undo the straps, your legs falling on the bed, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been attached before,” he continues. “But it was always one-sided, a transaction. Wanting something out of me, but that's not ever enough. I could never…be enough for someone.”
You gain the strength to sit back up to face him.
“So I had to learn to take, and I found out pretty quickly that taking is a hell of a lot easier than asking. I got everything I want, yet I feel no pleasure, no peace. Just a…bottomless pit.”
“And…what do you feel around me?” You couldn’t help but ask. Higgs lets out a small laugh before looking back at you.
“I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” he confesses. “But I do know one thing, I know that you’re the first person I actually wanna keep around.”
The nights with him became sort of sweeter after that. He wasn’t as rough when he had his way with you, and you got to stay in his room even during the day. You began to actually endure things more; you didn’t mind the examinations or the silence. Because as soon as you saw Higgs, you felt…happy. Whatever role you were playing, you were increasingly accepting it by the day. But that all soon changed.
You were walking from getting examined when you saw her, Fragile. But she wasn’t cool or composed like the previous times you’ve seen her. No, what you saw was a woman ready to run for her life. As soon as she saw you, she walked with purpose. Grabbing you and pulling you close. This caused alarm; the guards nearby instantly aimed their weapons at the two of you, but she did not let go.
“Listen to me carefully,” she whispered harshly in your ear. “Everything he has told you, told everyone, has been a fucking lie. He is no savior; he does not want to unite the world; he wants to destroy it. And if you don’t find a way out, you are going to give him what he wants on a silver platter!”
You then feel her shove something into your hand. It felt small, metallic.
“Look, look, and know the truth. And for the love of God, get the fuck out of here!”
“Fragile!” You heard the voice of The President call out from the hall. “By the order of The King in Red, you are charged with high treason! You let go at once and face your crimes!”
You watch her pull away, giving you a sad smile. A tear escaped her eyes before taking a gun you didn’t know she had and pulling the trigger right under her jaw. Blood splattered all over you, your ears rang from the gun going off, and yet you couldn’t scream. Everything was muffled and in slow motion, The President and the guards rushing to Fragile’s dead body as someone pulled you away from the scene. You were returned to your old room, and you could hear Rainy asking if you were okay. But all you could do was make sure whatever Fragile gave you was safely guarded in your robe pocket.
“I’m so sorry you had to see such a display,” The President said as you sat on the edge of your bed. “Fragile was always a bit unstable, but…she was a reliable asset. Nevertheless, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You could only nod, your secret burning a hole in your pocket.
“Good, The King will be glad to hear it. Which leads to my next point: sadly, you will not see him tonight. He has an urgent matter to attend to, and now, with what Fragile did, he will likely stay away longer, I wager. Still, I’m here to make sure you are comfortable in his absence.”
Again, you nod, feeling him touch your shoulder in comfort.
“Rest, and should you need anything, just simply call.”
You watch as he and the guards leave the room, waiting a bit longer until you make a beeline to the computer. You pull the object from your pocket, realizing what she had given you. A memory chip. Putting it in the slot, a window pops up on the screen, a letter.
‘If you are reading this, I have either taken my own life, or he has finally gotten rid of me. Either way, I was able to give you a fighting chance.
This chip has all the information you need about Higgs. Higgs, “The King in Red”, what a stupid name. A stupid name for a sad, pathetic, scared little man who blames his problems on others instead of taking responsibility. See, you and those sheep may know him as some god, but I know who he really is.
His real name was Peter Englert; he and I were partners in a porter company. He was different then; he wanted to help people. Hell, I don’t know when exactly he changed, but he soon grew dark. Talking nonsense about the end of the world and bringing in an Extinction Entity. I didn’t think anything of it at first; people go into conspiracy theories all the time. That was until he attacked me.
I had DOOMS, a little higher than you. I guess that was why he wanted to partner with me in the first place. He explained after that only two people with DOOMS could bring an Extinction Entity to the world. Mind you, Higgs was at the very bottom of the pole as far as DOOM abilities go. So if that was his goal, he failed miserably, plus I was not able to have children of my own. I kicked him out soon after, but his reign of terror was not over.
He formed a militant group soon after called The Homo Demens. Their goal was to cause voidouts, destroying major cities in their wake. If they couldn’t cause one, they could do it the old-fashioned way. He used my resources, my connections, to mail in a bomb that blew up Middle Knot City off the map. The very spot you are standing at today. He ruined my reputation, and the only way to get it back was to work with the UCA.
They arrested him, but he never went to trial. Coward killed himself before that ever happened. I was furious at first, never seeing him get justice. But I thought that it was over, that his terror was over. Then Mexico happened.
I should have known better, should have known how deep his claws were. That President? The one who supposedly met Higgs at the Gate Plate during the expedition? He was working with Higgs the whole time. He was a former member of the UCA; that much was true. But he was kicked out for tampering with the Chiral Network by the time he and Higgs crossed paths. They planned the whole thing: the bombing, Higgs’ suicide. It was all a plot to set in motion their more devious plan. Turns out void out craters are not only a hotbed for BTs, but they can also be a gateway to a beach if they have the right number of souls. He was able to get Higgs’ body there before it went necro, and it had been their breeding ground ever since.
This place? Their “network”? Those very souls fuel it. The guards? Ghost Mechs with the soul of a sacrificial lamb, once deemed worthy to move up to the highest order. Higgs never came back from the other side through the Plate Gate; they made it all up! The King in Red is just another mech of his own design, a puppet he can control from the beach. Before I could even put the pieces together, they had already taken my company from under my feet. My life’s work, my father’s work, was stripped bare from me! Higgs made sure I was left with nothing and forced me to work with him once more. I should have let him kill me then, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So I endured, played along. Bided my time until the perfect moment arrived, which led me to you.
You and Higgs share the same level of DOOMS, which is just enough to use you as a host for his sick ideals. The examinations they put you through, which you might have already guessed by now, were for his perversions. But it was also to see if you were capable of carrying a child. You cannot let him succeed; you have got to get out and get out fast! I don’t know what sob story he has been feeding you, more than likely the same thing he fed me about not having loving parents or barely escaping from the hands of his uncle. But believe me, you cannot get sucked in further than where you already are. Whatever you've got to do to get out, do it. Take this chip to a UCA center so everyone will know the truth. And if you get killed in the process, well, I can assure you that would be a blessing compared to the fate you are about to face.’
You could feel your body shaking, using every ounce of strength you had to click the next part of the chip. Multiple windows popped up, the first being a wanted poster with Higgs right in the center. His face, his real face. Not the painted one with the blotchy white skin and golden tears, but it was still the face of someone who was clearly unstable. His hair was shorter, golden symbols tattooed on his browless forehead. His eyes were blackened by eyeliner, giving him a sort of Egyptian winged look. You click further, seeing countless pictures of the Homo Demens with Higgs leading the charge, wearing a golden skull mask. There were also journal entries; he had documented everything from his childhood to the moment he was arrested. You read every word, feeling panic bubble over you. The last part of the entry makes your skin crawl.
‘This is my destiny, I will bring The Last Stranding to this god-forsaken world. This body is of no use to me here, but there. There, I will be the most powerful. There I can the true Particle of God. And then? I will find the perfect womb to carry the Sixth Extinction Entity. Fear and Chaos will be king.”
The last few windows were articles about Extinction Entities. There had been five in the earth’s history, but it was the sixth that would bring the end of the world. That was what Higgs was after, what he wanted to use you for.
“All caught up now?”
You feel something heavy hit the back of your head before you can react, knocking you out cold. When you woke, you weren’t in your room…in fact, you weren’t anywhere familiar.
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The sky was dark and cloudy, with black tombstone-like plaques as far as the eye could see along the water. The whaling of unearthly creatures, creatures flying in the sky…giant-sized creatures roaring out to the heavens. You look up, thousands of souls side by side interloping like computer wires hovering over your head. What was this place?
“You’re awake.”
You jump, jerking behind you to see a man sitting on the edge of one of the plaques you were also standing on. He was idly twirling his gloved thumbs, not looking at you for a moment as he spoke.
“I was hoping to bring you here under better circumstances, but…Fragile always made a habit of forcing my hand.”
You see him turn to you, the same face you saw on the poster, but with the hair of The King. He wore his green jumpsuit tied at his waist, his bare skin showing more golden symbols, like those on his forehead.
“So now you know the ugly truth,” Higgs spoke again. “Should have known that bitch had something up her sleeve. Didn’t even give me the satisfaction of killing her myself…oh well.”
“Am I dead?” You ask, Higgs giving you a look in reply.
“Of course not, you still have a role to play after all,” he says as he moves to stand up. “Afterward? Well, that all depends on you now, doesn’t it?”
He keeps his distance, neither of you moving from your spots.
“If it’s any consolation, the things I told you before were true. I’ll admit, I did see you as just a means to an end at first, but…Seems I am not completely dead inside after all.”
You shake your head, only getting a dark chuckle out of him.
“Let me go.”
“No can do there. You can’t escape it, baby. Your fate was sealed the moment you agreed to be a part of my grand design. Even if you had found a way to escape, I still would have been able to find you. My network has spread far and wide, and soon the UCA will be no more. More deaths, more souls to feed my little machine. And once you give birth to our child…oh, then the real fireworks begin.”
“I’ll kill myself before that happens,” you warn, only to get a small pout from him.
“Now, why would you wanna do a thing like that? Not too long ago, you were very willing to open those pretty legs to me, and now all of a sudden you’re getting cold feet? After everything I’ve done for you.”
“You assaulted me!” You snap. “You-You groomed me and made me do those things!”
“But you liked it,” Higgs argued. “You can deny it all you want, but I heard you moaning for me like a bitch in heat just fine from where I was sitting. And think of it this way, we can pick up where we left off here. You can get off to my actual body, not that robot puppet I’ve been parading around.”
“You’re sick,” you point at him. “I am not going to go along with this.”
“You don’t have much choice, darlin’,” Higgs shakes his head as he takes a step toward you. “Even if you did kill yourself, I’ll just pull you back from the seam. This place? This beach? I control it, can bend it to my very whim. And each time you do it, it’ll just be super painful. You can’t kill me either, so why fight it, huh?”
Suddenly, he goes in and out of sight. Grabbing hold of your throat once he blinks back into view.
“I’m trying to make this easy for you,” his voice became far too calm. “I could have it where you’re tied down to something, and I fuck you anytime I want. But that would not be very pleasant now, would it? You should be thanking me for giving you such an opportunity to be the parent of a living god. Instead of being just another wandering soul like your little buddy.”
You look up, the feeling of dread washing over you. Quinn…no, no, it couldn’t be true.
“They all end up another strand to the machine in the end. To make the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good. But you, you get to escape that cruel fate. You get to watch The Last Stranding come to fruition right by my side. Time is slow here; what is months for you is 10,000 years for me. And I have been more than patient, so you got two options. You either accept your part and do what I fucking say. Or I will make sure you will never set foot on the other side.”
You could feel tears roll down your cheeks, Higgs taking that as the answer he was looking for. He lets you go, stepping behind you as he wraps his arms around you.
“There you are, good obedient vessel,” he praises. “I knew I made the right choice with you.”
You feel a hand gently brush your hair, your eyes glued to one spot despite the chaos in front of you. That one spot, a row of tombstones from a distance, was the only thing grounding you. A reminder that you were still present, still within your own body.
But your body no longer belonged to you, and all you could do was simply pray for death.
Yeah, that wasn’t suspicious at all.
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