cw: 18+, vampire, compulsion It was autumn now, and the days were growing shorter, but they were still unbearably long. Dark could not come fast enough for Joshua Orel’s liking. He busied himself unnecessarily, trying to make the hours of sunlight tick away that much faster. He collected rents for his family’s properties in the…
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?”…
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…
CW: 18+, werewolf, vampire He had to stop rushing over every time Cemal rang. It wasn’t the first time that Peter had had this thought. It likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet there he was, stripping away his shirt as he prowled through the main parlor. “I think you’ve gained a good stone since I…
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…