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ahhhh an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object and what happens is that @alter-adam and i write some decladam <3

bruise — Declan Lynch/Adam Parrish | E | 3,5k |

Adam registered, absently, glancing at the watch on the wrist currently extended to hold Declan Lynch facedown on his desk, that he was going to be late for his two o'clock.

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wow week 2 of kinktober!! jordeclan my beloved, go check it!

invisible string — Declan Lynch/Jordan Hennessy | E | 4k |

Her hands were warm where they touched him, coaxing him into place. She drew his shoulders back, aligned his spine, tapped at his hips until he was sitting right. When she stepped back, satisfied, Declan had all his weight resting on his calves, his knees spread wide, and his arms held close to his sides and extended forward, palms open. It wasn’t a comfortable pose, exactly, but he could manage it “Now I’m going to tie you up, okay?”  Declan nodded.  “Good boy,” she smiled. 

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happy kinktober everyone!! this is 3k of the writer's barely-disguised fetish (angsty porn and declan lynch) go check it!

guilty as sin — Declan Lynch/Adam Parrish | E | 3k |

“You want so badly to be good,” Adam murmured. “But are you?” He pressed the cross to the hollow of Declan’s throat, where his pulse was hammering. Declan could feel the cold metal bite against his skin. He tried to speak, but words got stuck, so he only shook his head. “I don’t think you’re good, Declan,” Adam kept talking. “I don’t buy your Catholic schoolboy act.”

or Declan gets on his knees for Adam.

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surprise and happy kinktober!! this is a little something @alter-adam and i have been working on, go enjoy some freaky pynch!!

blind — Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish | E | 4,4k |

During dinner, Adam hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how Ronan would look later: stripped and panting and boneless in Adam’s sheets, so thoroughly wrecked that he wouldn’t be able to hold a thought in his brain. Only Adam. The picture had been in his mind for days, until it was less a fantasy and more a certainty. He had thought of it when Ronan smiled over the rim of his wine glass, and again when Adam had paid for the meal, and in the car, with his hand resting on Ronan’s leg, and in the elevator, Ronan pressed to the mirrored wall with Adam’s mouth at his neck.

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wip wednesday (friday)

i was tagged by the lovely @kidspawn <333 here you go, a little more of the declan+gansey xmas fic i'm working on yay

On the canvas, a woman in a white dress floated down a river. Tragic, beautiful, cursed. The Lady of Shalott.

"She looks so sad, doesn't she?" Gansey murmured.

Declan studied her face. Later that night, lying sleepless in his hotel bed, heater clanking, eyes open in the dark, he'd see that small, parted mouth and the unfocused eyes—the expression of someone who understood, with awful clarity, that she was past saving.

Declan agreed. "She does."

They walked together, slipping from gallery to gallery, their coats brushing as they went. They hadn’t been anything resembling friends for years—Gansey was Ronan's first and Declan was not built for friendship—, but Declan,to his own surprise, felt a flicker of relief at how easily they fell into step. He wasn’t sure who Gansey was anymore, but he still had that unique force, a gravitational pull. If Declan was grey, Gansey was golden.

tagging @adamprrishcycle @kings-perhaps-gods @thebumblecee @lizpaige @extinctcorruption (no pressure of course, just want to read your lil snippets) aaaaand i think all of you have already been tagged but if not pls pls pls this is me tagging you <333

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ahhhhhhh!!!!!!! happy (late) birthday, ronan!!!!! this is a project @alter-adam and i have been working on for months and we're soooo excited <3

lost and found — Richard Gansey/Ronan Lynch/Declan Lynch | E | 44k |

It felt like a trespass. Declan slinking in through some back door. Or maybe it was the other way around. How dare Gansey, of all people, go behind his back and feed Declan parts of Ronan that he had earned, not inherited? He scrubbed harder at his arms, ribs, neck, wishing he could peel himself down to the bone. And then a darker thought threaded in, uninvited. What if it wasn’t just about him?

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i posted yet another self-indulgent fic on ao3, go check it!

plot what plot? but i've been told this is emotional porn

cruise to the blues — Richard Gansey III/Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish | E | 6k |

Then the mattress dipped again, heavier this time, Ronan’s weight folding into it. Adam kept his eyes closed, but he felt the moment Gansey leaned up to meet him. The sound of their lips touching was soft, like a drop falling on a pond. “Birthday boy asleep?” Ronan’s voice came low, closer now. Adam made an effort to part his lips, his mouth dry. “I am not,” he murmured, words dragging. “You’re late.” He knew Ronan was smiling, that awful, handsome, crooked thing he did. He set his hand, warm and dry, on Adam’s back, pressing him gently into the bed, making his ribs tighten against the mattress. He leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of Adam’s ear. He smelled sharp and sun-washed, like wild grass and chlorine. His stubble grazed Adam’s neck.

or it's Adam's birthday. Gansey and Ronan try to take care of him.

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My absolutely self-indulgent decladam fic is now up on ao3, go check it!

the killing of a sacred deer — Adam Parrish/Declan Lynch | E | 7k |

“You finally got what you wanted, right?” Adam’s head snapped up. Declan was leaning against the open door of the Volvo, one hand splayed flat against the roof, the other curled around the frame. He stared at Adam. “Excuse me?” Adam slipped his phone into the pocket of his coat and pivoted to face him. Declan pushed off the car and closed the space between them until Adam was bracketed between him and the car’s hood. “Influence. A seat at the table,” Declan said, his voice low. “Was it worth it?” Something flared, hot and ugly, under Adam’s skin. His gaze slid to Declan’s tie, the knot was just a little loosened, resting below the hollow of his throat. “What do you think?” he asked, searching for Declan’s eyes. “I don’t know.” Declan shrugged. His breath curled visible between them, mingling with Adam’s. “Sometimes people spend their whole lives working towards something they don’t even want.” Adam’s eyes flicked back to the tie. The neck. The mouth.

or Adam has everything he ever wanted. When he sees Declan at a party, something hungry wakes inside him.