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…
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, 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, 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, coersion, murder, noncon Ah-ah-ah bang! went the screen door at the front of the little market. Devon glared at it, sighed, and went back to stacking cans into the specified pyramid. He turned each one just so, and contemplated, not for the first time, peeling all of the labels off. He also…
The first thing that Devon was aware of as he regained consciousness, was the cold air sliding across the back of his leg. The second thing was the pressure of his bladder. His eyes had crusted shut the way they always did this time of year, and moving to Florida hadn’t helped that any. He…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon The walls were gritty and gray, full of grime–or were they green and full of slime? Devon wasn’t certain, but there was a definite smell in the air. Urine, or algae, or maybe both. And somehow, beyond that, was the stench of abrasive cleaner with an aggressive pine scent. “The fuck?”…