#image of dead dove

[jester-of-fools]

Been seeing a lot of confusion on what the tag “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” is supposed to mean, so I made a fic in honor of a clearer explanation for those who may still have some confusion.

Dead Dove

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Category: Other

Fandoms: Original Work, No Fandom, Arrested Development

Character: Dove

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, image

Language: English

Summary: There is a dead dove inside a bag. This fic is the bag. Open the fic to look inside the bag.

Open for suggestions on how to make this any clearer and more understandable for those who may still need a helping hand :)

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere valentino x reader x angel dust

contains: reader w/unspecified genitals, gn reader, nsfw themes, noncon/dubcon, dehumanization, degradation, heavy abuse (brief mentions of physical violence, manipulation, sexual exploitation), dacryphilia, overstimulation

word count: 2,160

It’s not unusual for sinners to throw themselves at Valentino’s feet, but it is the first time the red skies of hell have thrown one directly onto him. The impact sends you both to the ground, collapsing in a startled heap.

He scrambles to throw you off, having every intention to rip you to scraps. Upon lifting your head, he suddenly has grander schemes in mind. His towering figure and lascivious grin send shivers down your spine.

“My, what lovely specimen do we have here? How kind of heaven to send a beauty like yourself directly to me.” His flirtations send blood rushing to your head, making your face grow warmer. You shyly break eye contact, swiveling your head to get a look around. Where is this place?

Valentino must notice your growing confusion and distress, interrupting your thoughts with a low chuckle.

“Welcome to hell, dollface.” Oh, you must be dead. You never thought you were perfect, but you never could’ve imagined you’d go to hell! Where did you go wrong? Suddenly thrust into hell with murderers, rapists, and monsters alike, you wondered if you could die twice.

“Don’t look so down, baby; you’re in luck! There’s no better demon you could’ve crashed into.” He goes on to introduce himself as a powerful overlord with a well-known and successful business.

“I’m feeling awfully generous right now. Why don’t you come work for me? I know just where to put you! You’ll fit right in! I’m sure my patrons will love you too.” He pauses to let you digest the information. “As my employee, you’d be provided housing. I could easily protect you from the creeps and losers on this side of hell. I’ll even forgive you for dirtying my coat! Sounds like a steal, right?”

He takes a long drag from a cigar that you're not sure where came from, then whips out a contract and pen.

“So, how about it, baby?”

Stranded in an unfamiliar place, you easily accept his kindness. As you take hold of the pen, something about his grin makes you uneasy.

If only you read the fine print. So began your life of torment.

What Valentino neglected to mention was that the “successful business” he ran was a porn studio. You spent hours doing photoshoots, films, and shows. Like Valentino suggested, you became his star attraction—the shy and delicate pornstar all of hell’s degenerates thirsted for. Yet they would never get a taste. Valentino didn’t share his personal toys. 

Inexplicably, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to own you the moment he saw your pretty face, drawn to the light in your eyes.

Even with your skin bruised by his fingers and your throat sore from careless treatment, you still desired his rough affection. You didn’t mind that he left you battered each night or his harsh comments when you couldn’t keep up with his demands.

You could even forgive him for cruelly allowing his customers to take advantage of you and fuck you back into submission.

“I said I could protect you; I never said I would. Perhaps you’ll think twice before disobeying in the future.”

You would do anything if it meant receiving his violent devotion.

Being the personal toy of an egomaniacal moth could never be easy, but at least you weren’t alone. You had befriended none other than Valentino’s former favored pornstar, Angel Dust. Despite your differences in character, your shared experiences created a bond neither of you could find anywhere else. Misery always finds company.

Angel felt conflicted upon meeting you. That bastard had finally found a new toy to replace him! His joy only lasted until he heard your voice, so soft and sweet.

Valentino would break you.

Angel dreamed of the day Valentino would grow bored of him and find a new toy to play with. Now that that dream was a reality, he couldn’t push down the guilt. Shouldn’t he feel happy?

There was nothing Angel could do to protect you, but he could give you advice on how to protect yourself.

“Just do what he says. The consequences aren’t worth going against his word.”

He hadn’t planned on getting so close to you; he had tried to scare you off with cruelties, but you never minded. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t shake you. He tried to keep his distance and went out of his way to avoid you. You must have taken the hint and stopped bothering him like he’d wanted.

He didn’t owe you anything, so why did your absence make him feel worse? Why did he feel like something was missing?

Angel found his answers not long after.

He'd followed the muffled sound of choked sobs to your studio, pausing outside the cracked door. Against his better judgment, he peeked inside.

He’s met with the sight of you huddled in your vanity seat, knees raised to your chest, and your face buried in your arms.

“Doll?”

You raise your head at the sound of Angel’s voice, rushing to wipe away tears. You greet him with the best smile you can manage.

How miserable you must look to him, with smudged mascara and puffy eyes.

“I’m sorry for bothering you so often, Angie.” With how hoarse your voice is, he suspects you’ve been crying for a while. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just felt so alone, you know?”

He does. He knows better than anyone.

It suddenly occurs to him how much of an asshole he’s been. You didn’t deserve the shit he’s been giving you.

He'd put up walls ever since he signed away his freedom; he couldn’t trust anybody. He thought nobody could understand what kind of shit he’s been through, but then you came along. You do understand because you’re going through it.

You’re all each other has.

“Don’t cry for the bastard. He doesn’t deserve your tears.” You look like you’re about to apologize again, but he continues. “Listen, I’m sorry for being such a douchebag lately. You didn’t do nothing wrong. We’ve only got each other in this shithole.”

You smile brightly, unsure what caused the sudden change in attitude, but happy nonetheless. “Right, together, we’re not alone.”

So began your unlikely friendship.

Unfortunately, Valentino wasn’t nearly as enthused. His obsession grew to new heights when you befriended Angel Dust. This manifested itself in the form of longer studio hours and even rougher sex.

Seeing you get along on set made his blood boil. The final straw was the stupid grin you sent Angel’s way. How dare you flirt with that slut! How dare he grin back!

You both clearly needed to be reminded of your status. Since you liked each other so much, he would be happy to give his blessings. Why, he’d personally see to your union.

Later that evening, you found yourself back on set, blindfolded and gagged. The cold nipped at your bare skin. Valentino kept the studios cold to keep your nipples perked. The handcuffs keeping your hands pinned to the bed post provided little comfort.

The sound of the film crew setting up around you sent heat to your sex. You couldn’t swallow the feeling of disgust residing in your throat; how could you enjoy this? Even amongst the buzz of conversations, you could easily pick out the click of Valentino’s healed boots. You wait for the familiar call to begin filming, yet you do not find it.

It’s only when a pair of hands, strangely familiar, find their way to your chest that you realize the set began. The whole situation strikes you as strange, but what could you do anyhow? Nothing would change the outcome. In the end, all you’d receive for your curiosity would be a nasty bruise.

So you brush off your worries and focus on the sensation of soft hands groping at your chest, teasing your nipples. You can’t help but lean into their gentle touches; the familiarity comforting.

The way they glide across your skin—as if searching—you wonder if they’re blindfolded too. Shivers run across your spine as they spread your legs, the cool air kissing your core. The bed shifts as your film partner settles between your thighs, their hands never leaving you.

Fingers prod at your entrance, sinking in easily. Your head spins at the sudden intrusion. As they finger and stretch your hole, you struggle to maintain composure. Each motion was intentional and practiced. You could feel the slick gather below you in a thick puddle. Somehow, they knew how to work you just right.

Droplets of pre-cum smeared against your skin as their cock brushed up against your thigh.

Unable to wait any longer, you tried lifting your hips away from their fingers. You wanted more; you wanted to be filled.

Your desire clouded any creeping shame or embarrassment. You never wanted this; why shouldn’t you enjoy the pleasure being given?

The hand lingering on your hip stills you with surprising strength; another set of hands you didn’t know they had pushes your thighs up to your chest. Desire clouds your thoughts, never once questioning the owner of said hands.

They guide their cock to your entrance, driving it in without warning—the sudden stretch takes your breath away. Though easier to accommodate than Valentino’s, you still find yourself pushed past your limits.

Little time is given to adjust; their pace is rough but controlled. Waves of pleasure burn through you. 

Your moans and pleas are swallowed up by the gag. Tears of pleasure and pain gather in your eyes, darkening the fabric of your blindfold. It hurts so good; the intensity building in your core threatens to snap. A particularly rough thrust sends powerful shockwaves throughout your body.

They shudder against you, their pace stuttering for only a brief moment. They were too busy changing their own bliss. You writhe against your binds as the heat within tightens once more, all too soon. Your pleas for clemency are muffled.

Valentino watches with great interest, languidly stroking his own length as you're brought back to the edge of pleasure. You were so sensitive and expressive.

His favorite slut being forced to use his personal toy wasn’t a sight he thought he’d enjoy. He’d initially been reluctant, only convinced by the masses demanding your collaboration.

Now he couldn’t wait for the reveal—to see the despair of fucking your only friend. Commanding his toys to fuck like dolls was fun; maybe he’d do it again some time.

He watched closely as Angel’s hips stuttered, pace becoming erratic, and fingers pressing deep into your thighs. The heat of his climax sends you over the edge. With your ears ringing and your heart pounding, you feel dizzy. Darkness swallows up your vision.

Valentino makes note of your limpness, suddenly struck by an idea. He strides over to Angel, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you flirting with my toy?” He didn’t miss the way Angel tenses. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Wasting no time, he wrenched the blindfold off.

Angel’s reaction is more than he’d hoped for. Horror and disgust flash in his eyes as he scrambles to pull out of you. He tumbled off the bed in his urgency and crumpled at Val’s feet in despair.

Angel can feel his stomach in his throat, panis rising.

“Aw, did you not like my gift?” Valentino mocks him, relishing in the pitiful display. “Well, too bad. Pick yourself up and get ready to do it again.”

For a moment, Angel is unresponsive. He has to do that all over again? He has to violate you? He can’t do that to you; it would break you.

Buzzing under the thick layer of disgust creeps darker desires: to touch and tease your skin, to sink into your warmth. To do it all over again.

He doesn't notice the way his dick responds, but Valentino certainly does. How unexpected!

“Holy shit, are you hard again? Does the thought of raping your friend turn you on that much? I wonder what your friend will think?” He can taste your fear and anguish already. “Let’s not waste any time, then.”

Angel's fear is palpable and thick. He doesn’t want to lose you. When you open your eyes, the little sanctuary you've built together will never be the same.

You should feel something, but you can only feel empty as your only friend splits you open against both of your wills. Averting his eyes, he rocks into you. Valentino’s voice hardly registers at all. 

“Don’t act so shy, Angelcakes. Go on, fuck them with your eyes like you usually do. If I don’t see some eye contact, there will be consequences for your dearest friend.”

With your eyes connected, you can’t pretend anymore. This is happening. This is real. 

You only have each other, but together you created a nightmare you can’t escape. At least you’re not alone—closer than you’ve ever been.

[dreamerdrop]

Imperiled // Julian Bashir/Holosuite Characters, Julian Bashir/Elim Garak // Rated E

Of course, Garak would break in when Julian has his program set for the most humiliatingly explicit ending he could fathom. Of course, his coworkers would somehow end up with their physical patterns stored in the characters participating in said ending. Of course, he wouldn’t be allowed to freeze or end or alter the program without killing all of them. Of course, this would happen to him, why wouldn’t it?

Or: Julian’s spy program has a villainous gangbang option and the universe has a really sadistic sense of humour.

Archive Warnings: Noncon, Graphic Depictions of Violence. (Really graphic, not quite gore levels but definitely described in too much detail—)

Additional Warnings: Absolutely Zero Comfort, Gun Fellatio, Every Sex Act is Forced and Uncomfortable, Rectal Tearing, Anal Bleeding, Intestinal Peforation, Strongly Implied CSA Survivor Julian Bashir, Whump, Whump, and more Whump. (<- Also strongly implied Garak trauma of varying kinds but most of that is just canon anyway.)

Literally just 8k of “Garak is forced to watch as Julian is torturted to the brink of death by his own holosuite program” as a fun little traumatic horror what-if based on Our Man Bashir.

[ephemerasnape]

Fastidio Fanart & "After Dark" Video Preview 😈🔞

Above: Fastidio by @okeydokeylackey for After Dark. What a menace! I love him!

JUST noticing the filigree details on his jacket... Very nice! *goes to edit the fic her blind ass wrote for the millionth time today.*

Fastidio commanding his army of Mannequins. 👀

Teaser video for "After Dark" beneath the cut. ⇊

After Dark 🔞

Fastidio x F!MC (Reader)

Explicit, ~4,000 words. RAPE/NONCON. Very kinky..

Female Reader / Canon Continuation / Rape / Noncon / Forced Orgasms / Mild Violence / Age Difference / Older Poltergeist, Younger Woman / Gang-Rape-ish / Overstimulation / First Time / Loss of Virginity / Horror Elements / Nonconsensual Bondage / Naked Female, Clothed Male / Dead Dove? - Maybe / No use of Y/N or MC but you are MC

↳ Read on ao3.

[reactionimagesdaily]

Submitted by @james-the-axew

[idolkilling]

Kinktober No.5 — Voyeurism

live footage of Reis Cordis getting drugged up and gangbanged coutesy of Santo Lecce, who only has Tarou’s best interests in mind (that’s what family’s for, right?)

this one is particularly evil, so feel free to block #dead dove if you don’t wanna see stuff like it!!

[blurrymango]

Stu is thinking about very important things (hamurger) Murdoc is background noise aaaaaaaaaaaaand. Neither of them know. Heh.

Anyway. I don't have adderall, so like. Blahhhhh take this lazy drawing lol.

Never drawn the classic hentai sperm meets ovum type of visual stuff. Lol.

[prxship]

GUYS LOOK AT THE ART I COMMISSIONED FOR OUR PROSHIP OCS FROM @ruffruffrats IM SO HAPPY OMG OMG

[cupiosanctumhq]

Cupio Sanctum is a capeless DC/Marvel/Image cross over rp set in a massive dark academia inspired boarding school.

+18 ship friendly, may include dead dove topics.

Official soft launch is here. Reserve your character via ask.

[mikerickson]

Saw this symbol for the first time recently and apparently it's the "Red Crystal", a non-denominational symbol that can be displayed on medical vehicle and personnel in warzones. The Geneva Convention was amended in 2006 to give this icon the same protections/recognition as the Red Cross or the Red Crescent without the religious connotation. Have I just been living under a rock, or is this kind of an obscure icon that isn't used very often?

[hydor-soa]

(in Barney voice) I found yoouuuuu //ref

[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

once again i want to be passive aggressive SO BAD

[maladaptiveobsession]

yandere valentino headcanons

contains: nsfw themes, noncon, heavy abuse (manipulation, physical violence, sexual exploitation), dehumanization, orgasm control, mind break, dacryphilia, fellatio, sadomasochism, rough sex

yandere valentino

who’s affections are destructive and suffocating; to this egomaniacal mack, you’re no better than his contracted whores. from his hands that paint your skin deep purples and blues to his lips that steal your breath, nothing about val is gentle. yet, even when he sharply pulls your hair and degrades you, you find yourself entranced by him.

who’s malicious and cruel; you’re an object, his personal toy—a fact he won’t let you forget. you eat, sleep, and fuck on his command. he’ll remind you of your place if you so much as blink without his permission. perhaps he’ll have you roughed up a bit by his patrons. they’re sure to fuck some sense into you.

who rewards good behavior with praise and affection. you know you’ve done well when he guides you to your knees, lascivious grin encouraging you to open wide. your stomach twisting in knots when he calls you his good girl while roughly pulling you closer by the hair. dance around his cock with your tongue like he trained you and he may even feel generous enough to return the favor. be careful though, no good deed goes unpunished. he’ll push you to your breaking point, tease you till you’re begging for release only to force climax after climax out of you.

who’s unpredictable; his temper has you feeling unsteady, as if you’re walking on eggshells and broken glass. one moment you’re his treasured toy and the next he has you on the ground, begging for forgiveness as his boots violently meet your sides. you’ll scramble to keep his affections, never having felt so worthless without them. though you are his treasured toy, he’ll never let you forget that toys are replaceable—something that can be broken or thrown away at his discretion. of course, what makes yandere val unique compared to his normal counterpart is that he would never give you away or damage you beyond what can be repaired. his words are empty threats to keep you in line; you’re far more precious than he lets on.

who is vehemenemously possessive; you’re his, don’t forget it. keep your eyes on him unless you want a reminder of what he does to disobedient brats.

who’s merciless; this man relishes in your torment and gets off on your fear. nothing gets him harder than your pained tears as he fucks you too roughly. he delights in your cracked pleas for him to slow down and your fearful shudder as he traces your skin with his teeth. he especially loves provoking you to act out and then punishing you for it. eventually, the pain will become a familiar constant, it may even grow into a guilty pleasure. broken down and reshaped into the perfect toy, he’ll never grow bored of you; you’re stuck as his beloved stress toy for all of eternity.

[ohwhoopsok]

Woah there, friend! This sign is to let you that there’s a circus coming up ahead! What fun! 🎪

There are lots of different kinds of circuses with all different sorts of clowns! 🤡

Some circuses are silly and want you to laugh! 😂 Some circus are scary and want you to squirm and scream!! 😱 Some circuses have yummy treats 😋 but others have icky worms and things you’re allergic to!! 🤢

🚩 Be sure to check the billboards and tags on every circus before you go inside to see if it’s the kind of show you want a ticket to. 🎫

Remember, friendo: it’s always okay to turn around if you don’t want to clown! ↩

Of course, if you see a circus that you think nobody should be allowed to attend, because the clowns are too evil and the circus is too problematic, you can alert the proper authorities using the resources below the cut! ⬇⬇⬇

No, but seriously-- If you see something on the tin of a fic that you don’t like, don’t open it. If you open it and feel the need to complain about the state of the doves inside, tell Mr. Stink Finger the Cock-Biting Clown up there all about it and he’ll help you out. 👍🏾

[aria0fgold]

Wai, wait, wai. An additional thing before I fr fr sleep. Like, my aim is really bad. But it was especially bad when I was using Childe to shoot things and for the longest time I thought it was a me problem. Then later on, someone posted a comparison pic of Childe during aiming with Diona and Fischl and turns out his posture was horrible and the crosshair is off center.

So I was like: Wait, is that why my aim is even worse nowadays? And then i switched to Fischl for aiming, and I can actuallu aim decently. Childe really just made my aim worse.

[prxship]

on my “pure as a lamb is tenzin x kotoki coded” propaganda