CW: 18+, bondage, infidelity “You look good in rope,” Nicholas all but purred as he admired his handiwork. “Is that some kind of colonizing bullshit?” Mayank teased, the sly slant of his dark eyes and his wide grin giving him away. “White man power tripping over my brown skin in ropes?” Nicholas raised his brows…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, drugs, noncon, bondage, gore, snuff 1 Red and orange and yellow. Green and blue. Wide, fuzzy circles of light seemed to sway in his field of vision. Devon watched them dance, fascinated in how they contorted and pulsed, as though respirating at different rates. The fact that they did not keep time…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon, degradation There was little that was reassuring about the nothingness. Devon might have called it black, and it really was black at first, but then it was void. A blip in his perceptions that was entirely unaccounted for. Even the deep sleep of too much heroin was easier to reconcile than…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon, gore Thus the deal was done. The man Francis Michael O’Connol was mortal no more. Uriel wept.Nasreddin grinned, and was gone. * “Deeevvvvvvyyyyyy,” Nasr called out on a long, ascending note, as if calling for a reluctant cat. “Deeee~eeeeevvvy,” he tried again. Silence met Nasr’s call. It hung conspicuously from the…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon The horizon was awash with vivid hues of red and orange, brilliant colors that fell off to pastel pinks and purples as night crept along the sky behind Devon. And though he was facing the sunset, he paid it little mind. Nor did he pay any mind to the silhouettes of…