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pull your boxers down we need to talk.

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Screaming into the universe & very personal nsfw under the "Read More", expand at your own peril, lmao:

UGHHHHRRRRrrrrrrrgggGGG. I feel like being a person sucks SO much right now. I don't want to be a person. I have too many thoughts and feelings and it's a big ol' scramble of nonsense.

I'm too fucking whimsical and soft for this godforsaken globe. UGH.

Every day, I yearn for a super queer polycule-type household where I can be a doting li'l house husband and make things neat & cute. Cook fun meals. Let everyone in the house hit it, and be the resident saucy bratty boy.

In the evenings--put on music, drink and eat, get high, dance and grind, & laugh until everyone's ready to bunker down.

Lazy cuddles & groping as we watch, play, or listen to whatever we agree on. Tangled limbs and uncoordinated hair pets, leg rubs, and sneaky kisses.

I want to be held in the eyes and hands of many, so maybe I can stop feeling so damn lonely.

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Continuation below cut:

Again, more for posterity than anything, but I did, in fact, get brought in as their third--just this week!

We had a chill first time & fooled around. And they want to see me again already???? I'm SO delighted. It legit feels unreal, but GOD. I'm happy. 💖

Personal nsfw adventures below cut:

Surreal life update: tonight--I went on a date with a couple.

Who might bring me in as a third.

Buck fuckin' wild. 🤙

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Wild day. Great day.

Personal nsfw under the cut:

Handled a firearm for the first time in my life today.

Also went to my first kink party.

A fun day of firsts. 👏🙌

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One of the funniest things in trc is Ronan admitting in the dream thieves that he has a crush on Adam and it's a whole thing. And then in bllb Adam goes "Ronan has a fat crush on me he stares at me all the time and he thinks Idk haha. Ego boost!!"

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sorry for moaning like a slut when you tugged on my hair while we were kissing, it will happen again

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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

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Just tried to tag "rovinsky" and wrote "hovinsky" instead.

And, hey, honestly ?

Kinda goofy. Kind of made me giggle.

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It’s been a hard day bro can you pet me

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Forger’s dream

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NSFW PROKOPINSKY

A gift for @di-glossia

“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out just as easy.” It was a cliché, K knew, but it was entirely true. Beneath him on the bed, his wrists bound together with his own belt and held protectively against his chest, Proko bit his lip. This dreamt-up Proko, K realized, was afraid. The real Proko had never been afraid of him, not for a second. This Proko was softer, more malleable than the real one. The real Proko had had a stubborn streak, a willfull spark that never failed to catch K off guard. K missed it, and he sneered at the copy, lips curled back, “You scared, baby?”  The dream-Proko nodded. “Say it.” Though it flinched, the dream said, in Proko’s voice, “You’re scaring me, Joey.” It cried out when K backhanded it, tears welling up in its too-pale eyes, lower lip trembling. “Don’t call me that.” It was a command. The real Proko would have shuddered and moaned at the sting, and then paid the order no heed. The copy, though, simply nodded, eyes meekly averted. Leaning forward, supporting himself with a hand beside Proko’s head, K slid the other into sandy locks, pulling a bit to the side, forcing Proko to look at him. “Why are you doing this?” Proko’s voice was soft and watery, his lips quivering as he spoke.  “I thought you loved me.” A scoff, and K spat, “I loved him. You’re just a toy that looks like him.” K glanced down to where he was buried to the hilt in his own dream, and Proko squirmed a bit, bruise-littered thighs tightening around K’s hips. “You’re not even good for a fuck, are you?” They’d both gone soft ages ago, and Proko flushed, innocent and startlingly pretty for a boy who wasn’t very pretty at all. “If you can’t even fuck,” K hissed, his fingers tugging at sandy hair, “why should I keep you around?” Proko wet his bitten-bloody lip, then softly, he said, “Because I’m perfect.” There was no arrogance in his voice; His perfection was a simple fact. “You made me perfect.” Giving Proko’s throat a squeeze, K spat, “You’re not.” When he pressed his hips forward, Proko whimpered, hands tight to his chest, his eyes on K’s, damp and far too pale to be human. “Feel good?” It came on a sneer. His voice vibrating up K’s arm, Proko murmured, “It hurts.” “He liked it when it hurt.” The dream Proko simply nodded again, meekly averting his eyes and swallowing a little moan when K pressed deeper. “Y'know, if I do this…” K pressed his thumb into the hollow between Proko’s collarbones. “It won’t hurt anymore.” A flash of panic, and Proko managed, his voice a shivery whisper, “You wouldn’t” “Oh?” K sunk his thumbnail into the softness of Proko’s throat, grinding his hips forward. “You wouldn’t hurt me.” He sounded oddly sure of himself, and K squeezed tighter. “Anyone else, you would.” Proko’s voice was a harsh whisper, his words coming between shallow, gasping breaths. “But not me.” K squeezed harder, and Proko’s bound hands came to his wrist, his pale eyes wet and pleading. “Joey.” He was practically begging, and K’s cock twitched inside him. “You love me.” “I loved him.” Proko shuddered, hands scrabbling against K’s wrist. “You’re nothing.” K shifted to wrap his other hand around Proko’s throat, resting all his weight on it, thumbs sliding bitten-down nails down along his windpipe. “You aren’t even human.” “Joey…” “Dream thing.” It was an accusation. “Jo–” “You’re a monster.” K shivered as he watched the dream Proko’s eyes roll back. “You’re a monster, just like me.”

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sometimes you get an idea stuck in your head and it won’t let you live til you draw it. this was one of those times.

k and his favorite forgery (and some spit). detail crops over here!

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blue deserves to spit in gansey’s mouth

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horror movie twins or whatever

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SCREAMING. CRYING. Ty for this beautiful gift, I am SO honored and you NAILED the exact dynamic I had in mind, bless. 💖💖💖

Bare Lip Kiss

@sunkissedandkissable drew some art and i immediately went into a fugue state and wrote a ficlet for it squinting myopically at my phone in the dark at 1:30am, soooooo here it is, hope ya like it and please go reblog the art kthnxbai | Adam/Helen | M | 546w | D/s | Feminization | Lingerie | Lipstick | (also on AO3)

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Helen maneuvered Adam where she wanted him, but just when he thought she was going to kiss him again or maybe even touch him—god, please touch him—she pulled out a tissue instead. She applied it to his mouth. Startled, Adam flinched back. The look she gave him was unjudgmental, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Adam put himself back where she wanted and, with an ache of loss, allowed her to wipe away the lipstick she had put on him not twenty minutes ago. He had liked the way it looked on him. He'd liked even more how it felt: the weight of it, the smooth glide when he rubbed his lips together, the electric feeling of awareness just knowing it was there.

He wanted it back. He wanted to know why Helen had taken it away from him. He wanted to know why she had put it on him in the first place if she wasn't going to allow him to keep it.

But Helen wasn't the kind of woman one questioned. If she was, Adam might have had some things to say when she had presented him with the lingerie set and stockings, and that would've been a shame because the silk and lace felt every bit as good as the lipstick had.

Somehow, Helen knew what he needed. He had learned to trust in that.

At least she hadn't taken the stockings away too.

Adam leaned his rouged cheek into Helen's palm, eyelashes fluttering against her skin. He hoped the downturn of his newly bare lips conveyed his discontent in a trusting and respectful kind of way.

Helen made a soft noise. "Pretty little thing," she said in a voice like honeysuckle, sweet with a hint of condescension to it, just the way he liked it most.

She pressed her thumb to Adam's bottom lip. Cool hazel eyes watched him open up for it. She only dipped inside for a teasing moment, though. Adam bit back a whine. His cock was hard in his panties, pressing against the lace and fit to bust through if she didn't touch him properly soon.

One of her elegant hands found Adam's lower back, stopping the barely-there motion of his hips. He trembled, holding himself perfectly still through sheer force of will.

After an excruciatingly long few seconds, Helen's perfectly glossed lips spread on a smile. "Perfect."

The praise thrummed through Adam's whole body. The feeling grew when Helen threaded her fingers through his hair—the longest he had ever grown it, and fluffed up big by whatever product Helen had worked into it in the bath earlier. Helen loved his hair like this, and Adam loved that she loved it. He wondered if he could come just from her pulling his hair and calling him beautiful. It would make a mess of the pretty lace panties, but he thought Helen might love that too.

But instead of pulling, Helen pushed, and all at once, Adam realized why she'd wiped his lipstick off. He put up no resistance as she guided him down her body.

"That's it, baby," she crooned as he settled between her thighs. "Now show me what a good girl you can be."

Helen always knew exactly what he needed.

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One of Your Girls

FINALLY completed something for the Rarepair Bingo 2024 Event!!! 👏👏👏

Pairing: Helen Gansey/Adam Parrish

Prompt: Crossdressing/Gender Play/ForcedFem

Full image under the cut!

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will