#Guru gore

[toywolfmaker]

Bojack? Horseman? Don't know 'em.

[sad-scribble]

happy halloween!

heres the goretobers I did

[hikanae]

TW gore

[mon-no-mi]

Zombie oc that Imma base this account off of. Idek her name... But suggestions are welcome! 🧟

[edibleotaku-blog]

[eetherealgoddesss]

ꨄOur Perfect Alphaꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Yandere - Omegaverse

❦ They were the only ones who could see through your tough act.❦

Omega Males x Alpha Female Reader

❣︎All sub-genders can be any gender. Male omegas do not have vaginas and cannot get pregnant. Not the best I’ve written but I hope you enjoy it anyway.❣︎

Not fully proofread

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Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩Characters are 18+ as always.

✩Everything/everyone are mine

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Our Perfect Alpha

You are tired.

Exhausted even…

You have always been someone to take care of everything that came your way. No matter the extremities or the harsh situations you have been forced to live through, you have handled every single thing that has happened in your life. It wasn’t easy growing up as the people pleaser. It wasn’t easy growing up with a heart of gold and yet the mineral rusting as you were faced with the reality that you have been unloved from the start.

It wasn’t easy, growing up in a home where you were born from a family line of traumatized and unhealed individuals who had know idea how to truly love you. All your life you have craved love, attention, recognition. You felt that you loved too hard and seemed to be surrounded by the world of humans who lack empathy. You took on the burden of everyone and their pain.

The betrayals, arguments, and pity sessions had you on your knees at times, spiraling and rocking against the wall as you contemplated ending your life. As an alpha, especially growing up with other alpha females, you were always told to suck it up and be independent. Never rely on anyone else and stop wearing your heart on your sleeve. It’s seen as weak to show vulnerability.

You’ve always been more emotional than those around you and it caused a lot of misunderstandings and miscommunications. You could never feel truly connected with your own sub-gender because your wants and societal needs did not intertwine. Sometimes you wish you could be more feminine. You wished you would've been born an omega instead. You also wished that you liked being an alpha or resonated in the same way other alphas do with themselves.

You were too embarrassed to admit that you truly wanted to be taken care of, spoiled even. You wanted someone to save you, as pathetic as it is. Regardless of how you feel, you never showed it. After you matured you repressed your true feelings and took on the role as an alpha female. As much as you felt disconnected, it still worked better than the femininity gurus you found on social media that were only meant for omega women.

You are deep within your teachings and are used to acting in your masculine energy. It’s easier that way, regardless of the disconnection. It’s too late for you to change. The sub-gender you were born with proves that your calling is to be an alpha, so you had no choice but to accept it. That didn’t mean you didn’t struggle in relationships.

You were too masculine for the alpha males and the omega males had you feeling way to masculine. Betas were too emotionally detached. Nobody ever doted on you. You craved to be a bimbo or even just a feminine woman and experience the otherside. Regardless of who you were with, nobody seemed to care enough. Nobody loved hard enough. Nobody saw you as someone to protect. Not even your family.

You gave up. You didn’t deserve it. Who’d want someone like you anyway? You’re already too damaged. You’ve been through too much. You’re too strong. You’re not even strong enough. Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted by a shadow casting over you.

You freeze in your seat on the ground with your back against the tree, eyes making contact with lustrous sky blue irises. You immediately know that you are in the presence of an omega by the floral aroma of lavender with a fusion of vanilla that would’ve had another alpha who lacked self control on their knees within a second. The soft features of the porcelain skin blended well with the sharp lining of the jaw. His pink bangs fall messily over his face while the rest of his locks fall gracefully past his shoulders.

He stands in front of you, shoes planted on the grass of the empty park. The red hue on his cheeks seem to complete his physical attributes, fitting him perfectly. His glossy eyes gaze at you with an unreadable expression. Your head turns to the figure standing next to the stranger. The savor of citrus and jasmine reaches your nose less subtly than the other omega’s scent. His skin is slightly tanner and remains as clear as the pink haired man. Half of his blonde hair is pulled back, the rest of the healthy strands falling just above his shoulder. What gets you is the intensity of his dark eyes, almost as if there are no pupils present. He also wears an unreadable expression before his lips form into a smile.

“Hey there.” Your hand tightens around your phone, his voice deeper than expected for an omega, even as a male. Your stomach drops as you look at your surroundings. It can be quite a dangerous circumstance to find yourself in the presence of two clearly mated omegas.

Whether alpha, omega, or beta, those who are mated become much more territorial. Murder is even excused at the cost of your mate. There doesn’t even have to be proof, if they feel like you’re a threat to their relationship you can be legally mauled. Mating is a sacred expression where the bite(s) ties you together as each individuals’ life source. You are bound to each other forever.

“Hey.” You reply, your arms lying between the knees to your chest and your stomach. You watch as they glance at each other before gazing back at you.

“You’re our new alpha.” Your eyebrows raise along with your eyelids. You were definitely not down to have a relationship. It doesn’t matter how beautiful they are nor how good they smell. You barely know them, but little did you know, they definitely know everything about you.

They know you down to your most secretive insecurities. They’ve watched you for quite a while now. You caught their eye far too long ago. Somehow you hadn’t ever noticed them, but they lingered. They were always quiet in the background.

Quiet through the loud arguments between you and your family members. Quiet throughout the arguments between you and the partners who disappeared without a trace, unknown to you. Quiet throughout the moments you were lying in the fetal position on your bed, tears falling while the curtains were slightly open.

They were oh so very fucking quiet and even patient throughout your sexual endeavors. All because when they first laid eyes on you, a couple of years ago when you had saved the roofied the pink haired omega from sluggishly being pulled along by a creepy alpha pervert who you exposed and found a way to use the omega’s phone to take him home to his blonde partner, that was it for you.

You were theirs from the start. Because you had rushed off so fast, they weren’t able to get any information about you. They searched social media, the local area, and even the outskirts of the city. They just couldn’t figure out where you were. Not until one fateful night where they caught you sitting in your car with a blunt in one hand and the phone in the other, seeming to have just finished your yelling session and hanging up the phone before taking a long hit of the flower. They took a picture of your tags from your car and it all started from there.

They found out every single thing about you after two years of studying you. Their fascination had no limits, blood wringing from their hands from everyone they felt they had to kill for putting their dirty fucking hands all over their mate’s body. They craved you.

Oh honey, your wants and needs, it was ridiculous how much they wanted to fulfill your aches and pain. To be the ones to take care of you, nurture you, protect their little alpha. To bite into your neck gland and finalize your tie with them for life. They can see the holographic red ribbon wrapped around your bodies now. They know that you’ve never experienced real and raw passion from your pathetic relationships and they will gladly take the honor of giving you a life you never thought you deserved. You didn’t have a choice anymore. They’re done waiting.

“I’m sorry but I’m not anyone’s alpha.” You eyed them with confusion as the blonde man crouched down beside you and wrapped his fingers around your hand.

“Listen, sweetheart. Name’s Archer.” He brings the back of your hand to his nose before scenting you, causing your body to tense. “I’m not a very patient guy so let’s get this outta the way. You’re our new mate.”

While you were distracted, you failed to notice the pink haired male position himself on his knees and crawl towards you, ignoring your peripheral vision of his figure as you focused on the sentence that just came out of Archer’s mouth.

“Wait a minute, I literally have a say in this. You can’t just force me to be your mate. I don’t even kn-!” You felt warm air tickle your ear when you heard the other omega speak in a sultry tone.

“We’re starving. Be a doll and tilt your head for me.” His hand slivers to your chin before snatching your face in the opposite direction, exposing your neck in the process.

“H-hold on!” The grip on your hand tightens painfully before the sharp teeth enter your gland. Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream as your free hand hangs onto the shoulder of Elias, the mischievous male moving his hand to grip the upper part of your neck as he sucks at your life source.

“No fair, Elias. I wanted her neck first.” Archer whined before crawling to the opposite side and releasing your hand. His hand cups your cheek before pushing your face up to force access to the other side of your neck.

You release a pained groan as your eyes shut tightly, a new pair of sharp fangs entering your neck as both parties suck on your energy. You peek at the holographic red ribbon surrounding all of you as it circled and tied against your bodies before disappearing, the bond binding you for life against your will. At some point both men release your neck only to continue feeding from your body as they kiss up your bruised skin, blood meeting their lips as they gain energy from you. Your body weakens against the tree as your eyes almost roll into the back of your head.

“Goddamnit, Alpha. You’re so delicious.” Archer says before his tongue glides up your bloody neck. “M’ gonna take good care of you.” He breathes out desperately between kisses.

Elias pulls back to make eye contact with you, sneering before using his hand to grip your thigh harshly, your body tensing with pain as you cringed. You could feel the disgust and rage radiating from his energy as his piercing eyes bore into you.

“I’m gonna make you regret making us wait so long. You let multiple men touch you. Fucking disgraceful.” He scolds you. Your eyes widen as you try to remove his hand, all the while pushing the blonde man back as well.

“Wh-what the hell are you talking about?” You had no clue what was even happening. You don’t even know who these omeg-… wait.

“Wait, do… do I know you?” You ask them while Archer rubs his arm against his mouth and Elias crosses his arms. Your eyebrows furrow when both men seem to pout and look away.

“Of course you don’t remember us.” Elias hissed.

“Your memory is shit. This is why we have to take care of you.” Archer rolled his eyes. “How have you survived this long without us? You’re hopeless, really.”

“Hold the fuck up! What the hell do you mean by that? Wh-!”

“I’m tired of all this talking. It’s getting late and we should really get you to bed, Alpha.” Elias said as he picked himself up from the ground. Archer follows and looks down at your sitting figure.

Your hands meet the bites on your neck that ache to touch. You eye them, still in disbelief of your current situation. You didn’t really know how to feel. Violated? Confused? There were a lot of emotions running through you at once and you couldn’t really pinpoint one specific feeling.

“She’s not getting up.” Elias states to his omega partner.

“Huh.” Archer responds before placing his hands on his hips. A smile grows on his face, to your dismay.

“Well, if you won’t come willingly, we’ll just take you.”

Before you can respond, a harsh impact causes darkness to engulf your vision.

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑆uper Soaker 𝑏𝑦 Ashnikko ♪

༺ Experimental Doll ༻

Oneshot ~ Female Bonten Trio x Female Reader

Summary ~ When you joined Bonten, you had no clue that you’d end up being forced to play as their doll.

Featuring ~ Sanzu Haruchiyo and the Haitani Sisters

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

It is hard being the type of woman you are in this society.

It doesn’t help being surrounded by other women who fit into the various feminine archetypes—something you’ve always wanted to be included in.

You couldn’t help your background, raised by guardians who taught you to be overly independent without realizing the harm it may cause to the future you who wanted nothing else but to become a completely different person.

You tried following the beauty gurus, the social media trends, the videos that give numerous tips, but it never felt like who you truly are. You want to feel the freedom of living as a bimbo or a seductress. Femme fatale? You didn’t really fit into any of those archetypes.

When you joined the criminal organization full of strong, mentally unwell women, you hadn’t expected anything to change. In fact, you felt slightly better being surrounded by other dominant figures. You felt like you finally belonged somewhere. That was—until you met Sanzu and the Haitani sisters.

“You’re always so uptight, Y/n. Do you ever loosen up?” the younger Haitani says as she takes a sip of her alcoholic beverage, the black ink on her neck prominent. The front strands of her purple hair fall over her face, while the rest of her mullet is pulled back into a loose bun.

The pencil skirt she wears exposes her thigh as she crosses one leg over the other. Her back is leaned against the chair, sitting in the club she and her sister own. Her heels are set to the side of the chair, and her painted toenails are visible through her skin-colored tights.

You are sitting on the sofa in front of her, arms crossed, your suit tight against your figure. You frown at the younger sister before pulling out your phone and shifting your attention to the screen.

You are the designated driver, taking over Kakucho’s usual placement when the Haitani Sisters and Sanzu go out. Considering she’s assigned to a mission, she asked you politely to take over, something you have never done.

You’ve seen the way the sadistic pink and purple haired women act. They like to play with their prey purely out of boredom. They find amusement with others suffering. Although you’re in Bonten and have murdered people before, you kill swiftly.

They like to get ridiculously inebriated, ironically entrapping various men by stealing from them for fun or killing them after their hookups. They brag about the stories to Kakucho, Kokonoi, and Takeomi. You just so happen to overhear the conversations considering it was usually at the meeting table before Mikey would walk in.

You were envious of how masculine the women are and yet they could always switch. The men around you all flocked shamelessly to them, no matter how badly they were treated. They have the ability to use their physical features to their advantage, something you’ve never had the option to experience.

Ran sits next to you, her head leaning on your shoulder as her lilac hair falls gracefully down her back. You see the reflection of her purple eyes from the black screen of your phone when you press the power button.

“What the hell are you doing?” You question as her acrylics are set right above your breast, making herself comfortable in the seat.

“Awe, why’d you turn it off? Whatever,” she says as she sits back up, turning her attention to some random guy she brought into the vip section.

“Watch this,” she lazily smirks, mischief prominent in her gaze as she calls the guy over. When he arrives, she points down to the floor.

“Down boy,” she commands, taking the blunt from his hand before she brings it to her lips. The man complies like a robot and kneels in front of her, becoming her footrest as she puts her feet on top of his back, heels still on. She crosses a bare, slender leg over the other as she takes another long hit from the flower.

“Men are so pathetic,” Rin says, rolling her eyes as she takes another sip from her glass.

You look up to the right side of Ran as you watch the pink haired woman make her way over, laughing at the display in front of her, the scars on her lips curving with her stretched lips. Her bright eyelashes flutter as she flips her long pink hair from her shoulder. Her blue irises glare down at the man with amusement as she lifts her leg, the end of her heel pressing onto the back of the man beside Ran’s legs. Her hands meet her hips as she continues to push pressure against the grunting man.

Your eyebrows furrow at the weird behavior while you watch the man tremble. You don’t understand why he’s taking their shit, but you’re nobody’s savior. If he doesn’t want to save himself then nobody can save him.

“I bet he has a boner too!” Sanzu laughs as she repeatedly stomps the male’s back before Ran pushes him from the side with her heels, causing him to lose his balance and fall over, the top of his head hitting against the leg of the table in the middle of the seating area.

“Oh gross! He actually does!” Rin laughs as she slightly leans over to get a look at the man’s bulge.

“Of course he does. This is probably the closest he’s ever been to beautiful women,” Ran shrugs as she takes another hit before offering it to you.

The women’s eyes slightly widen as they watch you take the blunt and lift it to your lips, sucking a huge pull in before breathing in and blowing out a wad of smoke.

You give them a confused look at their stares before asking, “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I’m just surprised that you smoke weed,” Rin says truthfully. Sanzu and Ran nod in response.

You shrug, “Then you don’t know me,” which is obvious since you kept it that way on purpose. All of the women in Bonten are too dangerous to be friendly with.

“Then let’s get to know you,” Ran says as she twists her body, shoo—ing the male away in the process as she lies her head on your lap. You miss Sanzu walking to the left side of you until you feel the dip in the couch.

“I have a proposition for ya. The best way to really get to know someone is if they are high,” the pink haired demon smiles. You give her a pointed look before shaking your head.

“Hell no. You are not about to have me fucked up. I’m driving all of us home anyway,” you respond, keeping your eyes on Sanzu to avoid eye contact with the woman staring up at you from below.

“I can drive,” Rin jokingly raises her hand. You roll your eyes.

“You’ve literally been drinking,” you respond.

“Hey, I’m a good driver. I’m used to being drunk behind the wheel anyway,” she shrugged.

“I can vouch for her, I’m always a passenger princess anyway,” Ran says as she plays with the tie of your blouse.

“Whatever. I’m not doing drugs,” you say before turning your attention back to Sanzu. “Especially whatever the hell you have.”

Her eyes widened with a blush glowing on her face.

“Hey! I have good shit, you know,” she crossed her arms.

“No I wouldn’t know and I’m not gonna know, addict,” you respond, causing the Haitani sisters to laugh.

Sanzu frowns at you before you turn your attention back to the blunt in your hand, leaning over and passing it to Rin.

Before you could lean back, your jaw is snatched from your left as your lips are forced to connect with softer, glossed lips. The bitter taste of lip gloss and another substance mix together on your tongue as you feel her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth.

“Oh wow!” You hear Rin say as Ran smiles in amusement before sitting up.

You feel Sanzu’s acrylics piercing your skin as you attempt to pull back, your eyebrows raised as blue irises stare into your own. When you try to pull yourself out of her grip, Ran snatched your shoulders, forcing you to fall back as Sanzu climbs on top of you, your head falling onto Ran’s lap.

Her knee is in between your legs as you taste a bitter substance dissolving on your tongue, grunting as you grab her shoulders to push the maniac off of you.

When she releases you, a string of saliva connects both of your lips as she moves back. You eye her with shock and anger as you sit up quickly.

“What the fuck did you just make me take you fucking bitch?!” You snatch her hair as your hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to you.

Sanzu’s face heats up as she gazes at you with wide eyes, caught off guard by your approach. Soon after, a mischievous grin grows on her expression.

“I guess you’ll find out, huh?” She teased you before grabbing your neck, squeezing harshly as her nails prick your skin. Your grip only tightens back, both of you almost nose—to—nose as you glare at her. She only beams a crazed smirk in return.

The Haitani sisters glance at each other with knowing looks of amusement before Ran slides her hands over your arms until she reaches for your hands.

“Let’s relax a bit, yeah?”

Your eyes widen as you release your grip from Sanzu’s hair and neck. You gaze at the hands on your arms, a weird feeling bubbling in your stomach as your senses heighten. The colors of the room begin to slightly blur, the light rays beaming against the skin of Ran’s arm.

“W—what the hell?” You breathe out, jumping up from your seat as the effects of the drug take over your vision. Your heart rate accelerates as you stumble in your stance.

You fall back on the sofa as Ran guides your head back to her lap.

“How are you feeling?” She questions with curiosity, her voice sounding distorted.

You continue to stare at the ceiling, the different colored lights prominent in your vision as you feel warmth forming in your stomach.

“I—I don’t know.”

Rin stands from her seat to hover over you as well as Sanzu mimicking her from the side.

You get caught in a daze by their prominent colored eyes and hair, the pigments swirling together in a slow circle as your pupils enlarge.

A grin forms on Sanzu’s expression.

“It’s working,” she sings.

“Let’s really get to know her,” Rin smiles as she grabs your phone. She uses your face id to unlock the device before taking a shot of you and walking back to her seat to snoop on your phone, blunt still in between her index and middle finger.

The music in the background seems to heighten as you could hear even the smallest note along with the hypnotizing melody.

Ran cradles your head as she gestures for Sanzu to hand her a bottle of the alcohol that’s set on the table.

“Here, have a sip of water,” she offered you. You gulp a sip down after she set the tip to your lip, only to push it away as you begin to cough, the strong liquid burning your throat and chest as some of the alcohol spills on your top.

“She has a journal on her phone!” Rin gasped with excitement as she stretched her arm out for Sanzu and Ran to see the phone’s screen.

“Find something good,” Her sister responds as she loosens your tie, pulling it off of you and tossing the fabric to the side.

“Ooo, this sounds interesting,” Rin says after scrolling for a few seconds.

“W—wait!” You exclaim, coming back to a distorted reality as your gaze shifts to Rin.

“What is it?” Sanzu questions as she walks behind Rin’s chair, snatching the blunt from her hand and bringing it to her lips.

This situation would be more torturous for you if the drug in your system wasn’t so distracting. Not only is your vision playing tricks on your mind, but Ran’s fingers on your head have you stuck in place. The pleasure is overwhelming and hard to ignore, the touches on your skin causing a heightened response. It was hard to focus on one thing at a time. It’s hard to think straight.

After Rin reads the passage, Sanzu tsked as Ran cooed.

“So many insecurities, Y/n. Who would’ve thought you were so sensitive?” She teased as your face and body heat up.

“W—wait, where’s my phone? I need my phone,” you inquire as your hand meets your forehead.

Rin continues to read aloud the passages that she thinks are interesting or even scandalous such as: revealing your deepest insecurities, thoughts on them, and the people around you.

“I can’t tell if she’s jealous or admires us,” Rin chuckled after swiping the window away to snoop through your photos.

“You really think my scars are pretty?” Sanzu hovers over you, the ends of her hair prickling your face while she hands Ran the roach.

“Probably both. Either way, I like it,” Ran responds, taking a large hit of what’s left before pressing the burning end against your skin, causing you to scream in pain as you attempt to sit up. Sanzu blocks you from succeeding.

“I want you to remember this night everytime you look in the mirror, Y/n,” she says, her sultry tone raised slightly so you could hear her voice through your screams. She pressed different spots on your exposed chest before finally leaning over to toss the bent stick into the ashtray.

You couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down, the embarrassment of your exposed journal entries—the pain of the burn marks on your chest. The sensations were heightened from the drug.

Rin stood from her seat before walking to the opposite side of where Sanzu was standing.

“How about you become our personal little doll, hm? We can dress you up—play with you. Anything we want, whenever we want,” she says.

This was only the start.

As weeks went on, the women would dress you, do your makeup, force you to try on different items that they had bought just for you.

You didn't want to admit that to a certain extent, you enjoyed the attention. You’ve never experienced having attentive friendships with other women so it’s not like you had many encounters to compare.

Not to mention the attention you’ve gained from the men around you. Especially in the clubs. There’s been a couple of moments when either Sanzu or the Haitani sisters had to beat someone’s ass or shoot them for being perverted towards you.

However, there were moments that made you uncomfortable with their overbearing behavior. One memory in particular…

“This is fucking insane!” You struggle against Sanzu’s hold on your wrists, the fabric of the towel under you scrunching up as you squirm, bare legs shut tightly.

“Hey! Stop whining and spread your legs,” Rin commanded, her fingers digging into the skin of your thighs before using her strength to force your legs open.

Ran sat comfortable on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard as she swiped through your phone, something that you’ve screamed at them to stop, though they never listen.

You stopped writing in your phone’s journal and bought a real notebook because of this issue so there haven't been any new entries. You don’t understand why they continue to check your phone.

“Do you need a sleeping pill or something?” Sanzu questioned with irritation, pink hair draping over her shoulders.

Ran loosened her own tie, tossing the fabric to Sanzu who quickly tied your wrists together before pushing her head through the open space of your arms. She grabs under your legs before pulling them up and spreading them, causing her to lean back against the headboard with both of her legs on either side of you.

You almost cry in embarrassment as you watch Rin snatch the razor from the bed and the coconut oil. You shut your eyes tightly as you avoid eye contact while you feel her hand lather the substance on your bare pussy.

“Finally! You know, I wouldn’t have to do this if you would have done it yourself, Y/n,” Rin states.

“It’s none of your fucking business what my vagina looks like,” you hissed, your arms stretched uncomfortably as you basically hang from Sanzu’s neck.

“Have you forgotten your place? What’s yours is ours so if you don’t take care of it, then we will,” Ran states as Rin uses the razor in one hand, while holding a wet cloth in her other hand.

You’re exhausted from the constant use of drugs that they force into you whether with your knowledge or not. There’s been a couple of times when you have woken up in questionable positions.

In fact, there have been moments where you have woken up in one of their bedrooms—naked and confused with a raging headache and soreness from your vagina. Dreams that may have been memories playing through your brain.

“W—wait,” you groan, your hands grabbing the shoulders above you as your head falls to the side, eyeing the display on the chair.

Sanzu’s hair flips as she grinds her hips against the red, rubber cock inside of her. One of her hands grabs onto Rin’s shoulder as her head falls back. Your drug induced vision caused Rin’s smirk to appear more prominent, her teeth meeting her bottom lip as her hands grabbed onto Sanzu’s hips, guiding her.

You cried out, a rubbery shaft stretching you from below had your body tensing. Your mouth hangs open with your nose scrunched as your attention shifts to the lilac haired woman above you.

The devious smile stretches across her face with her heavy—lidded eyes, irises glowing through the pretty colors of the vip room. She has your legs pinned in place, scissoring her own as she grinds her hips against your lower region, the cock sinking deeper with each thrust as the head of it presses against your g-spot. Her pink nipples are hardened as her plump breasts bounce to the rhythm, your eyes blurring from the tears.

When you first woke up in Sanzu’s bedroom and saw that you and all three of the other girls were naked, you knew that something happened while you were high the night before. In those moments, you would begin to feel sick and dirty.

The more they dressed you with what they deemed as fit, made decisions for you—filling you up with pills, alcohol, and rubber cocks—the more confused you began to feel about your identity.

Who the hell are you?

There was even a time when you had a breakdown when you were alone in your bathroom at the penthouse you were given when you joined Bonten.

“Why does it even matter?” Rin questioned as her arms circled behind your waist while you stared at your reflection in the mirror, the warmth of her breath heavy on your neck.

“Dolls don’t need to think.”

“Y/n, I’ve noticed that you’ve been distracted from work,” Mikey states, half of her platinum hair pulled into a loose tuft while the rest falls just above her shoulders.

She sits with a leg crossed over in the chair of the empty meeting room as you stand to the side. Your arms are behind your back, fingers around your wrist tightening with anxiety.

“I apologize for my inadequacy, Boss. It won’t happen again,” you bow with respect.

“Some of the executives advised me that you haven’t completed most of your recent missions,” she states. Your eyes widen as you stand upright.

“Dolls don’t get dirty, Y/n. They do nothing but sit pretty,” Ran states while eyeing you, baton slung over her shoulder.

You are sitting on the ground of the warehouse with your wrists cuffed behind your back. Your ankles are cuffed together as well.

“I have to complete my mission! Are you trying to get me killed by Mikey?” You’re beyond frustrated with this whole “doll,” shit.

You hear a blood curdling scream following after a loud crack from the traitor who’s sprawled out on the ground. Rin’s shoe crushes the man’s leg into a disfigured position. Sanzu places the barrel of the gun inside the man’s mouth to shut him up.

“No need to worry your pretty little head over things that we will take care of,” she teased while patting your head.

“I’ve decided to demote your position as an executive. The Haitani sisters have offered to become your advisors for missions so you will be working under their command.”

You could only stare at your boss with wide eyes. You didn’t want to accept the conditions, but you couldn’t deny Mikey.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You exclaim after slamming the door to the vip section of the club open.

You walk right up to the trio who stood with bored expressions on their faces.

“You lied to Mikey and now I’ve been demoted!”

“And you’re blaming us for what?” Rin crossed her arms.

“Don’t pretend you had nothing to do with this. I know it was you three!” You exclaim slamming a finger against her chest.

“You need to relax. The yelling shit is getting old quickly,” Sanzu scolded you, snatching your wrist from Rin’s chest.

“I’m tired of this weird bullshit. You don’t own me. I’m nobody’s fucking toy,” you crossed your own arms as you eyed all of them. “I don’t want to hang out anymore. You’re nothing but fucking weirdos who have control issues.”

Your head is forced to the side as you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek, blood dripping from your nose.

Your eyes are wide before you pull your arm back and backhand Sanzu, a grunt leaving her lips.

She quickly recovers with a reddened hue on her angry facial expression, blood dripping from her nose as both of her hands wrap around your neck. She squeezed your air way shut which causes you to claw at her hands.

Rin rolled her eyes as Ran watched the display with an unamused gaze.

Sanzu forced you to land on the couch, back against the seat as she climbed on top of you. You continue to struggle by attempting to peel her fingers off of you—failing in the process. You reach for her neck but your arms grow weak as the corner of your vision becomes engulfed by black dots.

The Haitani sisters hover over you. Everything felt suffocating—the glares, the hands around your throat, and the circumstances that led to this point.

You began to cough and suck in harsh breaths once Sanzu released you, your own hands grazing against the bruised skin of your neck.

“Why do you have so much fight in you? We could’ve gotten you fired and killed. Why not accept your position?” Rin questioned.

“Because it isn’t fair! You’re taking everything from me! My job, my identity, and my dignity! What more do you fucking want?” Your hands meet your head as your nails prick your scalp.

This isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you wanted to learn to release control and lean into your feminine side. This also isn’t what you expected for close friendship to be like. This entire situation has confused you and the drugs are taking a toll on your mental health.

You admired the women in front of you at first, but now you see who they truly are. It has been a truly confusing journey and you’ve realized that maybe you should have been grateful for who you were before.

Maybe you should’ve been more grateful for your freedom of identity instead of allowing others to dictate everything about you in desperation of yearning to be someone else.

Maybe if you had accepted yourself from the beginning, it wouldn’t have been so easy for someone to swoop in and manipulate you into becoming who they want you to be. You may not know who you are, but you know that this isn’t the ideal life for you.

“What have I told you about thinking so hard, Y/n? Dolls don’t need to think,” Ran reminded you.

“I’m not a fucking doll! I’m a human being! Are you mentally unwell?”

A hand snatches your jaw as piercing blue eyes embed themselves with your own irises.

“You’re whatever the fuck we tell you to be. You can either get that through your skull, or leave Bonten by dying from Mikey’s hand,” Sanzu hissed.

“I guess I’ll just have to die then! I’d rather have freedom than to keep living for other people!” You exclaim.

“You’re not gonna die until we want you to,” Rin says in response.

“Pretty girl, you’re mine forever,” Rin says as her face dips between your bare legs.

Ran rummages through Sanzu’s purse, the bag placed on the table. When she finds the tabs, she peels one out and drops it into Rin’s unfinished glass of alcohol.

“Maybe we should keep you drugged more often. I like it better when you’re begging for me to make you cum,” Sanzu chuckled, blood soaking her teeth as she smiled.

You were bent over on all fours, your face lying on the bed as you begged Sanzu to stop her thrusts. You had already orgasmed three times, the overstimulation becoming painful as she continued to use the strap-on against you from behind.

“You’re gonna cum again because I want you to,” she hissed, her fingers tightening against your ass.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Ran says as she squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as Sanzu held your wrists down.

Rin switches positions and uses one hand to press your forehead down to keep you pinned in place while using her other fingers to squeeze your nose shut.

You are forced to gulp down the roofied beverage as you shut your eyes tightly from the burning sensation of the alcohol.

“You’re so perfect like this, my pretty doll,” Ran whispered in your ear before her teeth met with your neck.

Your life is no longer your own…

But was it ever truly yours?

[spnbabe67]

It Takes Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Summary: Dean and Tori get roped into doing a pregnancy yoga session and he reminisces on how he found out she was pregnant. (Dean's POV)

Warnings: Pregnancy, a little self doubt if you squint, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1246

Authors Note: This is a fluffy drabble. My friend, who is my biggest fan, wanted pregnant Tori and Dean so I decided to oblige her (kind of). This is also based on this scene from Dexter (2:17). Good show if you haven't seen it

“Babe, I love your brother, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for prenatal activities.” Tori whispered to Dean as they both moved into another yoga pose, the latter waving his arms trying not to fall over

“I know the feeling.” Dean answered. The incense that was burning in the corner of the yoga studio was building a headache behind his eyes and the awkward positions the woman leading the session was leading them through were starting to cause dull aches in places he’d never hurt before. “But Sam insisted on this. Something about it making for an easier labor. And Liana’s a friend. Helped Eileen’s friend through her pregnancy I guess. Some kind of ‘guru’”

Tori snorted softly, earning her a nasty look from one of the women next to them. Dean watched as his lover opened her mouth, no doubt about to quip some sharp words, only to be stopped by Liana’s voice. 

“Alright folks. For our last exercise of the day, partners, I want you to face your woman,” the brunette walked between the couples, making her way to the front of the room. “And place your hand on her belly. I want you to send all your positive intentions to your unborn baby.”

Dean turned to face Tori, trying to ignore the icy hand clenching at his heart. He beheld Tori’s face, bright as when she’d first told him she was pregnant. 

Tori hadn’t been feeling well the days leading up to a hunt, so he and Sam had to track down a pair of Vetalas. It didn’t sit right with him to leave her by herself, puking her guts up, but Sam needed the back up and everyone else was already on one or not close enough. Dean had called Cas before they left, hoping that the angel could ease whatever ailed his lover.

He’d returned dirty, bloody and bruised, ready for a hot shower and Tori’s loving embrace. Not knowing if she was still sick, Dean had hit the showers first, scrubbing the gore from his body until his tanned skin was red. Only once he was wrapped in clean pajamas did he seek Tori out, finding her in their room tucked under the covers and illuminated by the soft yellow light from the bedside lamp.

Sam and the Impala had been the only home Dean knew from a very young age. But this, Tori, she’d become as much a home as he’d ever known. She was a warm Sunday afternoon, a glass of smooth whiskey after a long day. Home. He knew her like the back of his hand, what made her laugh, what made her cry.

“You look better.” Dean said softly, closing their bedroom door behind him.

“I feel better.” Tori shut the book she’d been reading, placing it on the nightstand.

She opened her arms, letting Dean shuffle over and half drape himself over her. His head rested over her heart, the 808 beat calming the last of the post-hunt adrenaline still coursing through his system. It’d become a ritual to curl into each other after a hunt, sometimes like this, Dean laying over top of her, other times Tori on his chest, his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip. The weight of each other's forms provided a grounding sensation, anchoring them to their reality, reminding them that they had each other.

Dean had to resist the urge to purr like a cat when Tori's fingers carded through his hair, scratching against his scalp. He ran his hands up and down her sides, reminding himself that this, her, was real and that she was safe, that nothing had happened while he and Sam were gone. The sweet hint of their laundry detergent wrapped around Dean like a blanket, leading him to nuzzle his face into her shirt in a fruitless pursuit to seemingly join their forms into one.

“Did Cas stop by?” Dean's voice rumbled into Tori’s stomach.

“Mmhm,” Tori hummed in confirmation, tracing the shell of his ear as she tucked the hair away. “He did his angel magic stuff and made me feel better. For now at least.”

Dean huffed a laugh through his nose, adjusting so he lay more flat over top of her, his torso slotted between her legs. The second half of her words gave him pause, looking up at Tori. “What do you mean, ‘for now'?”

“Well, according to Cas, I'll be feeling like this for a while.” Dean watched as Tori, his best friend, the love of his life, gained a shade of pink dusting high on her cheekbones. “Eight more months or so.”

It was like everything clicked into place at that moment for him. Every emotion, overwhelming joy, anxiety, everything hit him at once. His mind was on overdrive, eyes scanning her face to try and convince himself she wasn’t joking. She wouldn’t be that cruel to joke. 

“You mean?” His voice was hoarse, tears pricking at his eyes

He was met with the same misting of emotion in Tori's face as her lips quivered into a smile, nodding at him. “I'm pregnant.”

A half sob, half laugh escaped Dean as he leaned up, kissing Tori. If he were Sam, he could maybe use some fancy word to name whatever it was he was feeling right now. Elation, joy, glee. So many emotions threatened to take over, filling him until Dean wasn’t sure he could feel any more deeply than this, wasn’t sure he wanted to feel anything other than this. 

Dean started to reach out, hand shaking slightly, only to stop shy of touching Tori. Anxiety spread in his chest like oil in water. It terrified him, the idea of raising a child only to find himself acting like his father. Sure, he practically raised Sammy. But this was insurmountably different. This was his kid, he couldn't fuck this up. I just don’t want to hurt you, little one.

Dean was snapped out of his head by Tori's gentle grip on his hand. His eyes flashed to her face, seeing the reassuring smile on her beautiful face. He watched with bated breath as she guided his hand to her belly. His callouses caught on the delicate material of Tori's shirt as he made contact, feeling the small bump. Hands that were rough, that had only been used to kill things that gave most people nightmares, now so gentle as to feel the evidence of his devotion to Tori. 

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he smiled at Tori. They both let out a gasp, Dean resisting the urge to pull his hand away as small movements pushed against his palm. Both he and Tori stared at each other for a second, neither one wanting to voice what they felt in fear it wasn't real. 

“Did you-" Dean started

“Yeah.” Tori breathed, letting out a disbelieving laugh. 

Dean echoed the sound, pressing his palm flatter against Tori's belly as he carefully got down to his knees to kneel before her. He pressed a kiss to where his hand had been, resting his forehead there. 

“Hi little one. It's your dad.” Dean sniffled back tears of joy. “I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

He didn't resist as Tori cupped his face, guiding him back to his feet. Emotions shined in her eyes too as Tori pulled him in to kiss her, and in that moment, everything was perfect.

[poco-lovers]

HI YES I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR HEADCANONS 💛 !!! :DD <- Also a person who makes Headcanons

OKAY SO THREE PEOPLE ASKED FOR THEM AND I SHOULDVE ASKED IF ANYONE WANTED TO HEAR SPECIFIC ONES BUT ILL START WITH THE MAIN TWO YOU PROBABLY CAME HERE FOR

Edgar first! 🧣

He’s convinced himself his clear social anxiety is just another piece of evidence he’s cool and mysterious. He is not.

Edgar tried to vape once and coughed so hard his mom thought he was sick and took him to a doctor

He has an extreme amount of makeup knowledge and knew all the makeup guru drama, he was there when James Charles was outted

Has a hard time expressing himself truthfully because of his lack of social skills

Edgar’s scarf is an extension of his body but the scarf lacks a lot of his thought filters so it tends to act out how he feels or grabs for things he wants. It’s gotten him in trouble and embarrassed him, but is oddly good for complicated dance moves

Says he likes horror a lot but gore makes him feel queasy. He just thugs it out

He wants to come off as a scary guy but he just has slight anger issues and gets irritated easily

Edgar has tried (emphasis on TRIED) to learn some Spanish music for Poco. The best he’s gotten is La Cucaracha and Feliz Navidad, which is impressive given he failed Spanish 1 twice

He’s got a jealousy problem because Edgar thinks others offer more than he could and his few real friends might not want to stick around when they realize

Edgar’s outfits leave him overheating in the summer and cold in the winter

He really does love his mom, she’s his only direct family

Definitely had a demon/wolf/dragon fursona in middle school

Has Pop Drop Candy on multiple of his playlists

Poco second! 🎸

Poco started learning guitar when he was 4 with his dad, although his parents weren’t mariachis

Has an absolutely huge extended family and each of them know a different instrument. Family reunions are both crowded and loud. At some point everyone shows off their best song they know how to play, and if everyone goes one after another this can last over an hour

A band kid, went to band camp, but refuses to tell anyone anything about what went down there

He can’t technically sleep anymore as a skeleton, and gets really lonely during the nights. He misses being able to dream and turn his brain completely off, although he’s learned how to rest

Poco’s family are all humans, he died when he was 15 and miraculously came back after being buried next to Star Park

He’s mostly lost his sense of touch, and can’t feel things like heat or cold at all

A die hard optimist through and through

Says country music “isn’t that bad you guys, Dolly Parton is a national treasure”

Claims dying was actually a good thing because now he doesn’t have to deal with allergies anymore

Has a habit of being overly friendly with people at his concerts, which can sometimes cause hurt feelings because someone might think he’s trying to flirt when he’s not, or that he’s leaving his established friend group for a stranger

Poco is absolutely terrible at picking up on social queues

Let me know if you guys wanna see more and of who!! Also share any HCs with me and I might draw them! Doesn’t have to be either of these two nerds :3 I’m in a drawing mood heh!

[vampyc-bah]

🦇 // this rq took us . 20 days to get to . but here it is ! probably source inaccurate , i only did extremely surface-level research . also , some of the names may be closed ... ? if that's something you're concerned about , i'd recommend looking into them yourself .

🩸basics ;;

full name ⸝ toga himiku other names ⸝ miu , juno , amaryllis , athan , chirayu , darling , aurora / rory , aima , torelai , lovina , valentine , cerise , carmilla / carm , vita , ayuna , blair , adelaide / addie , aiko ,  ariadne , ayuna , blair , cherry , ciara , eveline , ivy , juliet , olivia / liv , morgana , ramona , raven , rosalind , rose , ruby , sanguis , scarlett , selene , vesperette , velvet , violet , yara species ⸝ human age ⸝ 19 birthday ⸝ august 7th

🦇 identity ;;

gender ⸝ romarrus genderflux mirrorfem orientation ⸝ sadobsessive aceflux ambiamorous pansexual pronouns ⸝ she / they  / sae / v / vie / xae / cae / kye / zi / quoi / one / heart / blood / gut / fang / adore / ichor / honey / gore / cute / ( des / desire ) / ( che / cherish ) / ( sangui / sanguine ) terms ⸝ feminine and neutral misc ids ⸝ obsessive lovesona , vampirehearted

🩸syspecific ;; 

role ⸝ trauma holder , symptom holder type ⸝ bahtroject , fictive source ⸝ toga himiku ( bnha ) , @vampyc-bah sign-off ⸝ 🫀🔪

🦇personal ;;

appearance ⸝ slightly divergent from source , changes are reflected in fc aesthetic ⸝ gorecore , ero-guru , traumacore likes & dislikes ⸝ himiko likes blood , pomegranates , and tart cherry juice . she dislikes being bossed around and rejection . interests ⸝ painting , body mods

creds ⸝ 1 , 2 , 3 , name && prn sources : 1 & 2

[feykrorovaan]

oh mighty love guru I am about to start a new Skyrim game but I don't kbow who to romance. Taliesin,Gore or Kaidan. Bless me with thy wisdom.

I wouldn't go so far as to call me a love guru, but I will say that as of this post, to my knowledge only two of those three are romanceable. I could recommend one of them, but where's the fun in that? Download all three (even though Tally isn't a love interest yet, he's still a sensational companion and friend) get to know Kaidan and Gore and romance whoever feels right to you. I personally enjoy both of their romantic quest lines, but I can't tell you who to love. Try them both out, see who you mesh with.

Happy adventuring and thank you for the ask!

[giallofever2]

NEW by Severin Films

RELEASE DATE 7/25/2023

THE SENSUAL WORLD OF BLACK EMANUELLE [ BOX BLU-RAY ]

24 Feature Films, 2 Soundtrack CDs And A 356-Page Book

Disc 1: BLACK EMANUELLE (1975) / BLACK EMANUELLE 2 (1976)

Black Emanuelle Special Features:

XXX Inserts

Audio Commentary With Film Programmer Jazmyne Moreno

Exoticizing Blackness And Erotic Sovereignty In BLACK EMANUELLE – Interview With Adult Film Historian Mireille Miller-Young

I Am Your Black Queen – Audio Interview With Actress Laura Gemser

The Reluctant Icon – A Tribute To Laura Gemser By Film Historians Kier-La Janisse, Stephen Broomer And Manlio Gomarasca, With Animation By Leslie Supnet And Ashley Thorpe

Black Emanuelle’s Groove – Interview With Composer Nico Fidenco

Trailer

Black Emanuelle Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 96 mins

Black Emanuelle 2 Special Features:

XXX Inserts

Adalberto AKA Bitto – Interview With Film Historian Davide Pulici

Diva '70 – Interview With Dagmar Lassander

Trailer

Black Emanuelle 2 Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 91 mins

Disc 2: EMANUELLE IN BANGKOK (1976) / EMANUELLE IN AMERICA (1976)

Emanuelle in Bangkok Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Professor Of Film Aaron AuBuchon

A Reflection Of The Times – Interview With Actress Debra Berger

Ivan The Terrible – Actor Ivan Rassimov Discusses EMANUELLE IN BANGKOK And EMANUELLE AROUND THE WORLD

Trailer

Emanuelle in Bangkok Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 94 mins

Emanuelle in America Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Film Historian Kat Ellinger

Archival Audio Commentary With Film Historians Bruce Holecheck And Nathaniel Thompson

The Danish Man – Interview With Actor Lars Bloch

The Confessions Of Diana Smith – Interview With Actress Maria Piera Regoli

The Art Of Sexy & Gore – Interview With Art Director Marco Dentici

The Cutting Of The Flesh – Interview With FX Artist Giannetto De Rossi

The Devil’s Trick – Interview With Makeup Artist Maurizio Trani

The Journalist – Maria Pia Fusco And Piero Vivarelli On The Origins Of D’Amato’s Emanuelle

The Naked City: Emanuelle In New York – A Location Tour With Journalist Michael Gingold

Trailer

Emanuelle in America Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 100 mins

Disc 3: EMANUELLE AROUND THE WORLD (1977) / EMANUELLE AND THE LAST CANNIBALS (1977)

Emanuelle Around the World Special Features:

Around The World With Emanuelle – Interview With Film Historian Stephen Thrower

I’m Not A Guru – Interview With Actor Luigi Montefiori

The Beautiful One – Interview With Actor Gianni Macchia

A Tribute To Karin Schubert: The ‘Nackedei’ Actress – Video Essay By Kier-La Janisse And Stephen Broomer, Written By Jean-Luc Marret, Author Of Pornification: Vie De Karin Schubert

Trailer

Emanuelle Around the World Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 102 mins (Unrated Cut) / 88 mins (Theatrical Cut)

Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals Special Features:

Audio Commentary By Film Historian Stephen Thrower

The World Of Nico Fidenco – An Interview With Composer Nico Fidenco

A Nun Among The Cannibals – Interview With Actress Annamaria Clementi

Dr. O’Brien M.D. – Interview With Actor Donald O’Brien

From Switzerland To Mato Grosso – Interview With Actress Monica Zanchi

Dressed To Eat – Interview With Costume Designer Silvana Scandariato

Theatrical Trailer

Emanuelle and the Last Cannibals Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions / English Subtitles

Region A

Run time: 93 mins

Disc 4: PORNO NIGHTS OF THE WORLD (1977) / EMANUELLE AND THE PORNO NIGHTS OF THE WORLD (1978)

Porno Nights of the World Special Features:

Master Of The World – Interview With Co-Director Bruno Mattei

At The Dining Table – Interview With Producer Franco Gaudenzi

The Naked Eye: Sex And The Mondo Film – Documentary With Film Historians Elizabeth Purchell, Mark Goodall And Joe Rubin

English Opening Credit Sequence

Trailer

Porno Nights of the World Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 88 mins

Emanuelle and the Porno Nights of the World Special Features:

Crazy, Crazy World – Interview With Makeup Artist Pietro Tenoglio

After Hours With Joe D’Amato – Interview With Director Joe D’Amato

Trailer

Emanuelle and the Porno Nights of the World Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 85 mins

Disc 5: SISTER EMANUELLE (1977) / EMANUELLE AND THE WHITE SLAVE TRADE (1978)

Sister Emaneulle Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Film Scholar Lindsay Hallam

Trailer

Sister Emanuelle Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 93 mins

Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Film Programmer Lars Nilsen

The Bohemian – Interview With Actor Venantino Venantini

Come In Un Film: La Vera Storia Di Gabriele (Gastone) Tinti – 2016 Documentary By Riccardo Marchesini

Trailer

Emanuelle and the White Slave Trade Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 88 mins

Disc 6: VIOLENCE IN A WOMEN'S PRISON (1982) / EMANUELLE IN PRISON (1985)

Violence in a Women's Prison Special Features:

Archival Interview With Director Bruno Mattei

Brawl In Women’s Block – Interview With Writers Claudio Fragasso And Rossella Drudi

Two For One – Interview With Producer Roberto Di Girolamo

Radio Spot

Trailer

Violence in a Women's Prison Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.78:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 98 mins

Emanuelle in Prison Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Author And Critic Annie Choi And Film Editor Perri Pivovar

Jailhouse Rock – Interview With Composer Luigi Ceccarelli

Razor Blade Smile – Interview With Actor Pietro Angelo Pozzato

Franca Stoppi: Matron Of Hell – Video Essay Written And Narrated By Film Critic Rachael Nisbet

Trailer

Emanuelle in Prison Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 88 mins

Disc 7: BLACK COBRA (1976) / BLACK VELVET (1976)

Black Cobra Special Features:

Audio Commentary With Film Critic Samm Deighan

From Prague To Hong Kong – Interview With Actress Michele Starck

Joe D’Amato At Eurofest

Black Cobra Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 96 mins

Black Velvet Special Features:

Black Velvet – Interviews With Stars Annie Belle And Al Cliver

The Roots Of Evil – Biographer Alberto Pezzotta On Director Brunello Rondi

A Relationship Of Confusion – Film Critic Joseph Fahim On VELLUTO NERO

English Opening Credit Sequence

Italian Theatrical Trailer

English Theatrical Trailer

Black Velvet Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 2.35:1

Audio: Partial English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions / English Subtitles

Region A

Run time: 96 mins

Disc 8: EMANUELLE'S PERVERSE OUTBURST (1983) / PORNO ESOTIC LOVE (1980)

Emanuelle's Perverse Outburst Special Feature:

Audio Commentary With Author Bryan Connolly And Film Programmer Amber Adams

Emanuelle's Perverse Outburst Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: French Mono

English Subtitles

Region A

Run time: 97 mins

Porno Esotic Love Special Features:

The Lovemaker – Interview With Actor Mark Shannon

Trailer

Porno Esotic Love Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 103 mins

Disc 9: DIVINE EMANUELLE (1981)

Divine Emanuelle Special Features:

Includes FANATICO...WHEN THE GODDESS CALLS (Workprint of Christian Anders' Director's Cut)

Deleted Scenes

Trailer

Divine Emanuelle Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.66:1

Audio: English Mono / French Mono (Divine Emanuelle Only)

Closed Captions

Region Free

Run time: 99 mins (Divine) / 104 mins (Fanatico)

Disc 10: EMANUELLE: QUEEN OF THE DESERT (1982)

Emanuelle: Queen of the Desert Special Features:

Includes THE DIRTY SEVEN (Longer Alternate Cut Of The Film Under Its Original Title)

Violent Cyprus – Interview With Actor Giovanni Brusatori

Sunlight And Violence – Interview With Cinematographer Nino Celeste

Trailer

LOOKING GOOD – Workout Video Hosted By Laura Gemser (58 mins)

Audio Commentary With Film And Television Historian Amanda Reyes And Podcaster Erik Threlfall

Emanuelle: Queen of the Desert Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.66:1

Audio: English Mono

Closed Captions

Region Free

Run time: 89 mins

Disc 11: AMORE LIBERO - FREE LOVE (1974) / EMANUELLE - A WOMAN FROM A HOT COUNTRY (1978)

Amore Libero - Free Love Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.77:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono (TBC)

Closed Captions (TBC)

Region A

Run time: 86 mins (TBC)

Emanuelle - A Woman From a Hot Country Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Spanish Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 87 mins

Disc 12: BLACK DEEP THROAT (1977) / PORNO NIGHTS OF THE WORLD N.2 (1978)

Black Deep Throat Special Feature:

Ajita Wilson: An Elusive Icon – Video Essay By Film And Gender Studies Scholar Matt Richardson

Black Deep Throat Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 2.35:1

Audio: English Mono

Closed Captions

Region Free

Run time: 87 mins

Porno Nights of the World N.2 Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono / Italian Mono

Closed Captions

Region Free

Run time: 94 mins

Disc 13: INFERNO ROSSO: JOE D'AMATO ON THE ROAD OF EXCESS (2021) / SCANDALOUS EMANUELLE (1986)

Inferno Rosso: Joe D'Amato on the Road of Excess Special Features:

Introduction By Nicolas Winding Refn For Venice Film Festival Premiere

Two Of A Kind: Talking About Joe – Director Manlio Gomarasca And Giona A. Nazzaro (Artistic Director, Locarno Film Festival) In Conversation

Outtakes

Trailer

Inferno Rosso: Joe D'Amato on the Road of Excess Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.78:1

Audio: English 5.1 / Italian Stereo

Closed Captions / English Subtitles

Region A

Run time: 73 mins

Scandalous Emanuelle Special Features:

Scandalous Christina – Interview With Actress Jenny Tamburi

Peeping Lilli – Interview With Actress Lilli Carati

Trailer

Scandalous Emanuelle Disc Specs:

Aspect ratio: 1.85:1

Audio: English Mono

Closed Captions

Region A

Run time: 91 mins

Disc 14: NICO FIDENCO’S GROOVE CD

Disc 15: BLACK EMANUELLE’S RARITIES AND B-SIDES CD

THE BLACK EMANUELLE BIBLE: Designed by Luke Insect with a cover illustration by Kim Thompson, this fully illustrated 356-page book is the most substantial collection of writing ever devoted to the series, with essays by Kevin John Bozelka, Costas Constandinides, Rachel Harrison, Alexandra Heller-Nicholas, Kier-La Janisse, Jennifer Moorman, Xavier Aldana Reyes, Jorge Rivera-Gutiérrez and Erin Wiegand; additional capsule reviews by Bryan Connolly and Craig Ledbetter; and archival interviews with actress Laura Gemser and screenwriter Maria Pia Fusco.

Severin Films

[meikuree]

previous reblog made me look up my compilation of quotes/passages that struck me when I read The God of Small Things, which I’d previously posted only on dreamwidth. below the cut, for enjoyment and curiosity (cn for mentions of gore and sexual harassment):

The nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.      But by early June the southwest monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. The countryside turns an immodest green. Boundaries blur as tapioca fences take root and bloom. Brick walls turn moss green. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across flooded roads. Boats ply in the bazaars. And small fish appear in the puddles that fill the PWD potholes on the highways.

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Yet Estha’s silence was never awkward. Never intrusive. Never noisy. It wasn’t an accusing, protesting silence as much as a sort of estivation, a dormancy, the psychological equivalent of what lungfish do to get themselves through the dry season.

Once the quietness arrived, it stayed and spread in Estha. It reached out of his head and enfolded him in its swampy arms. It rocked him to the rhythm of an ancient, fetal heartbeat. It sent its stealthy, suckered tentacles inching along the insides of his skull, hoovering the knolls and dells of his memory; dislodging old sentences, whisking them off the tip of his tongue.

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Other days he walked down the road. Past the new, freshly baked, iced, Gulf-money houses built by nurses, masons, wire-benders and bank clerks, who worked hard and unhappily in faraway places. Past the resentful older houses [...] Each a tottering fiefdom with an epic of its own.

---- It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. Over the years, as the memory of Sophie Mol (the seeker of small wisdoms: Where do old birds go to die? Why don’t dead ones fall like stones from the sky? The harbinger of harsh reality: You’re both whole wogs and I’m a half one. The guru of gore: I’ve seen a man in an accident with his eyeball twinging on the end of a nerve, like a yo-yo) slowly faded, the Loss of Sophie Mol grew robust and alive. It was always there. Like a fruit in season.

--- She waged war on the weather. She tried to grow edelweiss and Chinese guava.

--- Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house-the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture- must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for.

--- His cremation was attended by all the boxers in Bengal. A congregation of mourners with lantern jaws and broken noses.

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Ammu loved her children (of course), but their wide-eyed vulnerability and their willingness to love people who didn’t really love them exasperated her and sometimes made her want to hurt them-just as an education, a protection.

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When she looked at herself in her wedding photographs, Ammu felt the woman that looked back at her was someone else. A foolish jeweled bride. Her silk sunset-colored sari shot with gold. Rings on every finger. White dots of sandalwood paste over her arched eyebrows. Looking at herself like this, Ammu’s soft mouth would twist into a small, bitter smile at the memory-not of the wedding itself so much as the fact that she had permitted herself to be so painstakingly decorated before being led to the gallows. It seemed so absurd. So futile. 

other shorter lines I put in admittedly for much more superficial reasons like “hey! a pretty sentence!” (too short on time to put borders between different passages, sorry)

Pappachi’s Moth was held responsible for his black moods and sudden bouts of temper. Its pernicious ghost-gray, furry and with unusually dense dorsal tufts-haunted every house that he ever lived in. It tormented him and his children and his children’s children. They were a family of Anglophiles. Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps-because their footprints had been swept away. When he was in this sort of mood, Chacko used his Reading Aloud voice. His room had a church-feeling. He didn’t care whether anyone was listening to him or not. And if they were, he didn’t care whether or not they had understood what he was saying. Ammu called them his Oxford Moods. Ammu said it was all hogwash. Just a case of a spoiled princeling playing Comrade. Comrade! An Oxford avatar of the old zamindar mentality-a landlord forcing his attentions on women who depended on him for their livelihood. Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones-a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother’s marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered. She had wanted a smooth performance. A prize for her children in the Indo-British Behavior Competition. Shadows followed them. Silver jets in a blue church sky, like moths in a beam of light. They were presents for a seven-year-old; Rahel was nearly eleven. It was as though Ammu believed that if she refused to acknowledge the passage of time, if she willed it to stand still in the lives of her twins, it would. As though sheer willpower was enough to suspend her children’s childhoods until she could afford to have them living with her. Centuries telescoped into one evanescent moment. History was wrong-footed, caught off guard. Sloughed off like an old snakeskin. In its absence it left an aura, a palpable shimmering that was as plain to see as the water in a river or the sun in the sky. As plain to feel as the heat on a hot day, or the rug of a fish on a taut line. So obvious that no one noticed. A pair of actors trapped in a recondite play with no hint of plot or narrative. Stumbling through their parts, nursing someone else’s sorrow. Grieving someone else’s grief. [...] inside, map-breath’d ancestors with tough toe-nails whispered to the lizards on the wall. That History used the back verandah to negotiate its terms and collect its dues. […] on the day History picked to square its books, Estha would keep the receipt for the dues that Velutha paid. The glint of Ammu’s needle. The color of a ribbon. The weave of the cross-stitch counterpane. A door slowly breaking. Isolated things that didn’t mean anything. As though the intelligence that decodes life’s hidden patterns-that connects reflections to images, glints to light, weaves to fabrics, needles to thread, walls to rooms, love to fear to anger to remorse-was suddenly lost. He tells stories of the gods, but his yarn is spun from the ungodly, human heart. [...] Something to do with Death’s authority. Its terrible stillness. They were both men whom childhood had abandoned without a trace. Men without curiosity. Without doubt. Both in their own way truly, terrifyingly adult. They looked out at the world and never wondered how it worked, because they knew. They worked it. They were mechanics who serviced different parts of the same machine.

[sztupy]

GTA-val szerintem már játszottam '98-ban, szóval olyan 12 évesen

Nem is tudom igazán mi jött le belőle annyi idősen, csak pár élményfoszlány:

* főleg küldetésekre mentem, hogy legyen szorzó és sok pont.

* az autókázós részek jobban bejöttek, mint amikor lövöldözni kellett

* GOURANGA

* a son-of-a-bitch-et következetesen snofofrabichnek olvastam. Fogalmam sem volt mit jelent

Egy az egy biztos hogy egyáltalán nem fogtam fel hogy ez egy erőszakos játék ahol embereket kell gyilkolni. A kis figurák nem voltak mások mint pixelek, játékemberek, ők meg ugye úgyis csak akkor léteztek amikor én játszottam vagy valami hasonló.

A GTA II is megvolt, annak a játékborítójából még diákparlamenti reklámposztert is fotosoppoltam össze. A harmadik rész már nem jött be, legközelebb már bőven 30 felett voltam hogy egy másik GTA-t (a San Andreast) végigvigyem, az mondjuk bejött.

Ugyanekkor jött ki a Carmageddon is, azt is sokat toltam (és nem a német változatot), igazából jól belegondolva rengeteg pixel-gore volt az életemnek ebben a korában, és nem volt senki aki elmagyarázza nekem hogy mi a jó és mi a rossz.

Egyszer anyám akkor jött be a szobába mikor a Dark Forces-al játszottam, ami a fentiekhez képest lófasz volt, de a látott erőszaktól úgy feldühödött, hogy fogta és az összes CD-met eldugta, egyet kivéve, valami PC Gurus volt, amin Lara Croft volt a borítóján két fegyverrel, de hiába a vizuális (és szexuális) erőszak, ezt azért adta vissza mert az is rá volt írva a CD-re, hogy "minden, ami a PC-hez kell". Beszélni sose akart semmiről, csak mindig mormogott magában hogy miért nem olyan játékokat csinálnak ahol gyógyszereket kell mások szájába dobálni.

Fogalmam sincs mit fogok tenni amikor a sajátom fog ilyen játékokkal találkozni. Nem hiszek nagyon a tiltásban, leginkább biztos azzal próbálkoznék, hogy valami másba hívjam fel az érdeklődését ami "lightosabb", de passz. Majd ha eljutok odáig akkor majd megnézem mi az aktuális vélekedés.

[abr]

Naomi Wolf è un’intellettuale dalla parabola piuttosto bizzarra: punto di riferimento del femminismo liberal dopo il bestseller Il mito della bellezza (1990), figura di spicco dell’intellighenzia democratica anche come consulente di Bill Clinton e Al Gore, a un certo punto è diventata una guru complottista, tra le più influenti promotrici di disinformazione intorno al Covid e ai vaccini, sodale di Steve Bannon e ospite fissa del suo podcast. 

No link per profilassi antibatterica, prendo questo da una recensione di libercolo di Naomi (Klein) da parte di tal tal Conti, (1992) giornalista anche per Repubblica, laureato in Letteratura Italiana a Torino, l'università delle nuove leggi razziali che non collabora coi giudei.

Per rappresentare con le sue stesse parole si sen sfuggite, come il pensiero debole prog abbia stravolto l'antico mantra QUESTION THE AUTHORITY che mentendo diceva proprio (l'unica che contesta il sinistro è quella degli altri), trasformando o meglio rivelando se stessi nei più standard dei REAZIONARI difensori della Weltanschaung autoritaria prevalente. La parola chiave sinistra: DISINFORMATJIA. NO.IRONIA. NO. NO.

[onlymurdersintheafterparty]

Mystery/Thriller Books I Read This Year with LGBTQ+ Main & Side Characters 🏳️‍🌈

This year I read so many interesting mystery and thriller books and wanted to make this list because I didn't even know that there were that many mystery/thriller books that featured LGBTQ+ characters until this year. These books were all a joy to read and I hope that you'll enjoy them as well. I don't want to mislead anyone so I'll put the pairings in parentheses and let you decide which ones speak to you or not.

Ace of Spades - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé (Main Characters)

Students Chiamaka "Chi" and Devon are tormented by an anonymous gossip account that is hellbent on ruining their senior year. If you like Gossip Girl and Pretty Little Liars you'll love it.

All These Sunken Souls: A Black Horror Anthology - Edited by Circe Moskowitz (Various Characters) and features the following authors:

Kalynn Bayron, Ashia Monet, Liselle Sambury, Sami Ellis, Joel Rochester, Joelle Wellington, Brent C. Lambert, Donyae Coles, Ryan Douglass, Circe Moskowitz

I'm not a big fan of horror novels but I found all of these short stories to be really interesting. They range from confusing to mildly unsettling to very creepy so there is something for everyone. Just a heads up there's a bit of gore but that's something to be expected in a horror novel.

And Don’t Look Back - Rebecca Barrow (Main Characters)

Harlow Ford is a teenager who has bounced from place to place her whole life due to her mother Cora attempting to outrun something or someone. While attempting to flee their current location, Harlow and her mother get into a car accident and her mother dies from her injuries. Before she dies, Cora instructs Harlow to take a key and find a safety deposit box and to "Keep running, and don't stop". In this box Harlow discovers money and new identities as well as a deed to a house and pictures of aunts she never knew existed. Harlow then has to decide if she wants to run forever or solve the mystery to her past. Nearly everyone in this book is sapphic except for a few characters.

Black Cake - Charmaine Wilkerson (Main & Side Characters)

Estranged siblings Byron and Benny Bennett, affectionately called B&B by their mother Eleanor, have to put aside their differences after her sudden death. The family lawyer reveals that Eleanor left behind various tapes detailing her life and that the last Black cake she made is in the freezer but cannot be cut until the time is right. Told in two timelines, we learn about Eleanor's life and how she came to be her mother and it's a tale of loss, heartbreak, and perseverance. If you haven't already seen it, Hulu has adapted it into a tv series and all episodes are available to watch.

Cutting Teeth - Chandler Baker (Side Characters)

The book's selling point is vampire preschoolers, but it's mainly about three mothers Rhea, Mary Beth, and Darby and their struggles with motherhood. When their children's teacher Ms. Ollie is found dead, cracks form in their friendships and personal lives as they struggle to manage their children's thirst for blood. There are two lesbian moms of one of the preschoolers that are mentioned here and there but they don't play a big part in the story.

The Golden Spoon - Jessa Maxwell (Side Character)

Six amateur bakers are invited to compete on The Golden Spoon, a baking competition hosted by a famous baker Betsy Martin. They're all whisked away to Grafton manor, Betsy's family home. The competition starts off with undetectable acts of sabotage and ends in a shocking murder. One of the reviews compared it to Only Murders in the Building because of some amateur sleuthing done by middle aged tech guru bachelor Pradyumna and retired nurse Lottie, but I don't think they're similar at all just because of the age gap. One of the contestants Peter is gay and has a husband and daughter but he is not a major player in this book. Hulu got the rights to adapt this book into a series so I can't wait to see it in the next year or two.

Their Vicious Games - Joelle Wellington (Side Characters)

After getting into a fight with a classmate, Edgewater Academy student Adina Walker loses her spot at her dream college. In hopes of reclaiming her future, she charms her way into getting accepted into a competition called The Finish. Held at the estate of the Remington family, the founders of the Edgewater Academy itself, The Finish is an intense competition that consists of three challenges: a Ride, a Raid, and a Royale. Competing along 11 other girls, many of which are bloodthirsty for victory, Adina tries to keep her humanity intact to not only win but stay alive. If you like The Hunger Games I think you'll enjoy this book. While their sexual identities aren't clearly defined, two of the female characters are in a queerplatonic relationship that at times seems more romantic than platonic. The Gotham Group has acquired the rights to a live adaptation but I'm unsure of whether or not this book will become a tv series or a movie.

Books that are part of a series are mentioned below. Struck titles are the books that were read in previous years.

Andy Mills Series - Lev A.C. Rosen (Main Characters)

Evander "Andy" Mills is a gay cop who was fired after being caught in a raid at a gay club and is now a private investigator for the LGBTQ+ community in 1950s San Francisco. I can't say too much about the series without spoiling the contents of either book so be sure to check out the goodreads pages for the summaries of the books.

TW: because of the time period there are a lot of homophobic slurs, graphic or off-page police brutality, and some violence in general

Lavender House

The Bell in the Fog

Secret Staircase Mystery Series - Gigi Pandian (Side Characters)

Tempest Raj, a former magician, joins her father's Secret Staircase Construction company that specializes in creating secret rooms for clients. In each book she encounters seemingly impossible locked in mysteries that occur in the homes of their clients while also trying to figure out the mystery behind a family curse that claimed the life of her aunt and possibly her mother who disappeared several years ago. Dahlia, a true crime writer is the older sister of Tempest's best friend Ivy is married to Vanessa, a criminal defense attorney. They along with their young daughter Natalie often end up providing advice or clues needed to help solve the mysteries.

Under Lock & Skeleton Key

The Raven Thief

Thursday Murder Club Series - Richard Osman (One of the main characters but not revealed/confirmed until Book 4)

In the Coopers Chase Retirement Village, four retirees get together every Thursday to solve a murder: Elizabeth, Ibrahim, Ron, and Joyce the newcomer. With the help of their friends Chris and Donna on the police force as well as handyman with a shady past Bogdan, there's no case this crew can't solve. The books are full of charm, wittiness, and excitement and I can't wait for book number five. Not much is known yet, but there is going to be a movie! Filming is supposed to start next year but I don't think they have released the casting information yet but I hope that they choose their cast well.

The Thursday Murder Club

The Man Who Died Twice

The Bullet that Missed

The Last Devil to Die