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Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Watching in silence, Dallas rolled onto his back and watched as Jenna straddled his hips. He stared up at her, his hands spanning her hips and resting on her navel. A gasp caught in his throat when she leaned down to kiss him, her breasts pressing against his chest. When they finally separated for air, Dallas brought his hand up and rested it on Jenna’s cheek. “We don’t need to have sex.” He told her bluntly. “I want to, God damn do I want to, but I want to let you know that we don’t have to. It’s your body, your choice. I did that for you because I wanted to, not because I had to.” He gave her a smile and kissed the palm of her hand. “Okay?”

Jenna was grateful that Dallas was an A1 gentleman. He made her feel safe. However, he was still a teenager himself, and he deserved to feel good, too. As he would figure out soon enough, she didn't do things that she want to do--it was that simple. If she wasn't feeling it, fuck it. Life was too short for her to waste her time and energy with things that didn't bring her absolute joy. KC had definitely been a lesson. She smiled as he kissed the palm of her hand, reaching up with her own hand to cup his cheek. They were still laying body to body when Jenna slid her hand down Dallas's body, wrapping her hand around him gently. She busied herself with placing feather-light kisses along his clavicle and up his neck, her mouth ghosting over his ear. "Believe me when I say, I want to," she whispered, stroking him slowly between their bodies. "Now, it's my turn to make you feel good."

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Grinning, Dallas nodded. “Totally busted.” He answered, tucking a few locks of damp hair behind her ear. His eyes followed her every move and he arched his eyebrows. “You sure?” He asked, the concern heavy in his voice. “I can grab you some water or something.” Moving so he could hold her close, he gently ran his fingertips down her back as they laid there.

“Well to be honest, I was none too impressed to find you standing in the basement this morning.” He admitted, his fingers running over her lips. “So this. You. Us. Totally unexpected, but agreed, in all the best ways.” He let his eyes fall closed momentarily before looking at her. “You’re full of surprises, Jenna. And I’m glad that you’re allowing me to be the one to find them out.”

Dallas’s fingers brushing over her lips, Jenna kissed the tip of each one in turn. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingertips continued their magic, tracing along her back and causing her to involuntarily arch her back. The aftereffect was a visible tremble and an explosion of goosebumps laid out over her body. It amazed Jenna how he knew exactly where to touch her to rouse her. “No water,” she breathed huskily, rolling over on top of him and straddling his hips. “You’re full of surprises, too,” she murmured, leaning down with her body to press her naked chest against Dallas’s as she kissed him.

Brothers are Forever || Fiona & Declan

johnny-eyebrows:

Declan didn’t like hearing that Fiona needed him but felt like she was bothering him. He pulled her closer–not that much closer was possible. He relaxed into his sister’s touch, turning his head to brush his lips against the inside of her wrist. “I’m always going to be here for you. Always,” he repeated, emphasizing on it. He couldn’t live with himself if something ever were to happen to her, and there could have been something that he could have done to prevent it.

Lifting his head to gaze at her, he was stuck in this moment with her. “I…” he started, losing his train of thought. Next thing he knew, he had reached for her, his fingers curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her flush against his chest. He knew what he wanted to do, his heart hammering inside his chest–a captive bird who only wanted to be free. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he brushed his lips over Fiona’s, faltering only for a second before he repeated the action.

She always felt safe within his arms, always felt as if the world didn’t matter as long as she was with him. Nothing bad could happen, and she had missed him so much. It was no wonder she had been so frustrated with him, minus just her being her normal bratty self, she had just missed him being around and was upset that he had been so busy. Not that she could be mad with him, he had a life of his own just like she should have had but he was always in her mind, she was always missing him when he wasn’t close.

Her face easily moved with the aide of his finger, bright hues meeting ones that resembled hers so much. His sentence lingered, waiting for an end that she was unsure would ever come. Fiona was frozen, watching her brother with nothing but love despite the fury that had been pulsing through her moments ago; was that simply a twin thing? Apples of her cheeks blushed a soft shade of pink at the feeling of his hand moving, fingers holding onto her neck gently but firmly enough she moved closer, as if they could get any closer. Within her chest, a hummingbird heart, breath being held. The first was short, but she didn’t budge. Was it a kiss? It wasn’t until his lips met hers again that she knew, and returned the soft brush with more pressure than he placed on her lips. A sign that she wanted this just as much as he did, even if he was hesitant, she wanted to show him that she wasn’t. Fiona’s own palm moved lower onto his cheek, heel of her hand resting just along his jawline to hold him against her, almost begging him to not back away.

#brothers are forever #fiona x declan

Declan didn't know how it happened. First they were arguing, and then the next he knew, he was kissing Fiona--his sister. His twin. His best friend and the keeper of all the darkest parts of him--including now. Truth be known, there had always been an unspoken language between them. Chalk it up to twin telepathy--but it was deeper than that. It was the roar of jealousy that burned through him anytime anybody ever got too close to her--Adam, Imogen and even Drew. It was the same jealousy that had fueled Fiona to kiss him in public without giving a shit who saw or how it made anybody feel. Declan had been wrong to shut her out and make her feel like somehow she was less important to him compared to Holly J, and maybe that's why he stayed away so much. He was ridden with guilt.

Pressing his lips more firmly against Fiona's, Declan stood up, holding onto her tightly the whole time. He carried her bridal style through the loft towards her bedroom, toeing the door open and laying her down on her back against bedsheets whose thread-count told of just how expensive they were. If this was going to happen--and he really didn't know exactly what was happening, he wanted it to happen the right way. Fiona wasn't just some random drunken hookup. She was a queen in her own right--a goddess who deserved the very best of everything, and sex was no exception.

He climbed up onto the bed with her, hovering over her. Blue eyes met similar ones before he leaned down, reconnecting their lips. He tried his very best to pour so much into the kiss. He needed her to know that the same was true for him--girlfriends were temporary, she was forever.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Moving up with her, Dallas held her softly as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Well, I’m glad that I was able to help you do that.” He said honestly. “Was it the first time that I’ve ever had someone do that? Hell yes.” He said with a laugh. “My ex…she never even let me go down on her. She said it was gross and degrading.” He shrugged. “So I wasn’t super sure what I was doing…but I promise I’ll get better.” He told her as he propped himself up on his elbow. “I thought that it was just an urban myth that girls could do that, so yeah, I’m impressed.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her nose. “Are you okay?” He asked brushing her hair off her face. “Like…do you need water or anything?” He had never made a girl squirt before so he wasn’t sure if there was something he could do for her. “And how about from now on, if you feel like you need to get yourself off…you text me instead.” He told her, a blush covering his face. “Because I’d like to be the one that makes you do that again.”

Jenna grinned hearing Dallas laugh, realizing that it was the first time that he had. He seemed to be starting to relax a little, and it made her happy. She didn't want him to feel like he couldn't be himself with her. Hearing his promise to her, she leaned into his kiss, closing her eyes feeling his lips on her nose before moving slightly to where she could press her own lips against his firmly. Dallas was genuinely a nice guy, and she liked how concerned he seemed to be. "Urban myth busted," she said, a teasing tone in her voice as she pulled back, turning her head as his hand reached up to push her hair out of her face. She reached up with her own hand to grip his wrist gently, pressing a soft kiss against his pulsepoint. "I'm okay," she assured him, flushing as he told her that he would prefer to be the one to get her off versus her doing it herself. Jenna's baby blue eyes looked into his darker ones as she bit her lower lip, several minutes passing between them. "You were so unexpected," she finally said. "In all the best ways."

#otp: brothers are forever #heartofwires

#otp: we're not alone anymore #captain-dallas

Everything Comes Back To You || Imogen & Eli

Imogen was an odd one, but she had found herself amazed with Eli and had only hoped he felt the same way. Though, it was hard to tell with Clare lingering around, so to speak she was the enemy; even if she had taught her to somewhat be like her enough to land the role in the play. It also taught her what not to do to try and win Eli over, knowing he needed someone better than the way Clare had treated him. It was after school, another day of rehearsal and she was giddy with excitement as she entered the room, bookbag slung over one shoulder. “Are you excited?” She basically squealed as she took a seat at the table, script in hand, glancing towards the raven haired boy, smile bright.

( @johnny-eyebrows )

#everything comes back to you #imogen x eli

Eli was hunched over the table, a ballpoint pen in his fist, when he heard Imogen's airy voice permeate his brain. He looked up in time to watch her sit at the table. "Can't you tell?" he asked her, a lopsided grin painting his lips. He picked up the stack of papers in front of him, tapping them against the table before handing them over to Imogen. He had spent his free period writing in a new scene, one that led up to his leading lady kissing her Romeo. His play was based loosely on Romeo + Juliet, and not to toot his own horn, but he was actually profoundly proud of how it was coming together. Setting the new script down in front of her, he gazed at her through emerald hues, eagerness etched across his expression as he wanted to know her thoughts on it in hopes that she would like it.

the light i see in you | declan + lola

johnny-eyebrows:

Declan took the lead, stepping away from the piano and pulling Lola with him. He took a stance, extending one of his legs out, pulling her flush against his body. He reached with his hand that wasn’t holding hers, hooking her leg behind her knee and pulling it up to rest against his hip. “I’m a tango fan myself,” he told her, rotating their bodies 180° and dipping her backwards in one fluid motion. He hadn’t danced in such a long time, each motion newer than the next. He held onto her tightly, careful to not drop her as he bent at his wasit, his chest pressed against hers. “How am I doing?” he breathed softly, gazing at her intently.

She was easily pulled along with him, trying to hide the swooning that was indeed going on within her. Lola felt her body pressed against her, heart speeding up instantly. He was an even better dancer than the ones she had been paired up with throughout her classes, or the insane parties her family threw- perhaps that was because she was actually attracted to him but she couldn’t pin it solely on that. Lola fought back the squeals of happiness as he dipped her, body easily moving along with his. Bent over, she was inches from his face, the desire to lean up and press her lips against his growing with each passing second. She was breathless, but certainly not from their dancing. No, that was all thanks to just him. “Amazing…”She whispered, unable to tear her eyes from his except to gaze down to his lips.

#the light i see in you #lola x declan

It struck Declan as odd that he had revealed so much of himself to Lola in such a short timeframe. He didn’t really know her. What really boggled his mind was that she was technically his student and that he was interacting with her this way–but he didn’t care. She was like a fresh breath of air. He spent ridiculous amounts of time feeling sorry for himself, given everything that he had going for him right now. He couldn’t wrap his brain around it.

If Declan could have majored in anything–no matter how far fetched–it would have been women. He was charismatic. Women from all walks of life flocked to him, including right now. He noticed the way that Lola’s eyes wandered to his mouth. She liked him–and truth be known, he was intrigued. She was different. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her that had him secretly wanting to further pick her brain, but he had every intention of figuring it out.

Her voice was so small–much like her, and he grinned despite himself. His blue eyes studied her darker ones, and then they were looking at the bigger picture–the curve of her nose, how her lips set when they touched and even her wild blue hair. She was kind of like a real-life fairy. Declan’s inhibitions went out the proverbial window when he leaned down, and with minimal effort, he pulled her petite frame against his larger one, pressing a chaste kiss against her lips.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Oral sex was something Dallas liked to both give and receive. Vanessa on the other hand thought it was disgusting and degrading, so after one failed attempt he never tried again. Until today. He loved the idea of bringing a woman pleasure just with his mouth and thankfully Jenna seemed to be into it. He stretched his fingers out wide and kept moving them in and out of her wet pussy. He pressed every spot inside of her, tapping on an especially soft swollen spot. She didn’t pull away so that was a good thing. When her hands held him against her, he knew she was close and he doubled his efforts, his teeth raking across her clit gently and his fingers sliding in and out of her. When she came, his fingers were forced out by the power of the liquid pouring out of her. Unsure of what to do, he caught as much of it as he could in his mouth and kept licking and sucking. When her orgasm finally seemed to have come to an end, Dallas gently cleaned her up, licking her of any remaining juices that were stuck to her and kissed his way up her body. “Wow.” He said softly, his fingers brushing gently over her breasts and nipples. “Has that…uh…ever happened to you before?” He asked, blushing deeply. “Cuz wow.”

Jenna felt not only her cheeks but her whole body flush hearing his question. Truth be known, KC had never made her ejaculate. It was a rare phenomenon when he made her orgasm. She was a giver, and with him, she had taken what she was given–and it wasn’t much. Most times she had felt like she was a burden and not so much his girlfriend. It seemed like having sex with her had felt like a chore to him–something that he felt obligated or even expected to do, because he was Basketball Boy, and she was Miss Blondie Cheerleader. He couldn’t have his reputation stained. Guys gossiped just as much if not more than girls did.

Her eyes felt heavy, peeking at him through her thick eyelashes. Feeling his fingers caress her breast, she squirmed slightly. All of her senses were still heightened–her nerve endings hypersensitive. “No…” she admitted, biting her lower lip. “I mean… It wasn’t my first time doing that, but not because of somebody else,” she murmured. “It happens about half of the time when I masturbate,” she blurted out, feeling her cheeks flush again as she reached down to pick up the blanket that had been abandoned earlier on. Jenna wasted no time reaching out for Dallas and pulling him flush against her to where they laid parallel together on the couch. “How about you?” she asked him curiously, throwing the blanket over their naked bodies before rolling over to press herself against him. "Why?" she continued, grinning despite herself and raising her eyebrow at him seductively. "Are you impressed?" she whispered.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Dallas held back a grin as he heard Jenna moan underneath him. This wasn’t anything he did before when he was with Vanessa. They were young when they started having sex, 13, and not even out of middle school yet so their sexual knowledge was nothing more than abstaincy only and what he watched on porn. And this was SO much better than porn. Feeling her tighten, and her pleas, Dallas looked up, his fingers never stopping their motions. “It’s okay, Jenna.” He said softly. “I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.” He whispered, meeting her eyes before he lowered his mouth again and sucked on her clit roughly. He wanted to feel her explode under him, taste her. He wanted to be the one that made her cry out in pleasure and forget all the pain.

Jenna really didn’t have any control over what was happening anymore. It was like her body had gained a mind of its own. Feeling Dallas’s mouth on her, she could feel her orgasm starting to peak steadily. Sucking on her clit was enough to make her fall over the edge all on its own. Oral sex was one of Jenna’s favourite forms of intimacy. How he knew that, she would never know, but then the sensations of his fingers deep inside of her took the intensity of ecstasy that she was feeling to a whole other level. Words couldn’t describe how fucking good he was making her feel right now. As she continued to rocked her hips, she groaned, using her hands to press his face against her tighter. “Dallas,” she whimpered, her orgasm still building steadily until she completely came undone under him. “I-I’m coming,” she panted heavily, feeling herself ejaculate. Heat radiated out from her core, and she felt her orgasm spill out over her thighs, soaking the couch and the better half of Dallas’s face if she had to guess. Her thighs shook violently as pure pleasure ripped through her, and her hips bucked involuntarily, a soft string of moans emanating from her as her body started to slow down.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Dallas watched Jenna in amazement as her small body reacted to his touches. The arch of her back that pushed her breasts out, the way her hips jutted towards his hand, her fingers digging into his back. She was amazing and so beautiful. Cocking his head to the side, he watched her as she tried form a sentence. He pulled away slightly when she saw what was in her hand and he looked up at her. Her blue eyes were clear, her face a deep red. She was about as shy as he was about all of this and it made him feel infinitely better. He took the condom from her hand and placed it beside her. “Just let me finish what I started.” He said sliding onto the floor in front of her.

He reached out and kissed the inside of her thighs across to her navel and back down. Gently, he spread her legs and pulled her closer to him. Sliding two fingers into his mouth, he made sure they were wet before taking them out and rubbing them against her. “Let me finish making you feel good.” Pressing his mouth against her clit, he sucked on her gently as he pressed his fingers into her, his dark eyes glancing up and trying to meet her blue ones.

Jenna’s hands automatically reached out to rest in Dallas’s hair, her eyes closing as she felt his mouth on her. It wasn’t until he pushed his fingers inside of her that she groaned, rocking her hips forward in a downward motion. She pulled her legs up, hooking her heels against the end of the couch. Stars exploded behind her eyes as desire coiled tightly in her tummy. She was a loaded spring, and she didn’t know how long she could stop herself–or even focus on pushing her orgasm down. She hadn’t been touched in forever–and never like this. Her hips never stopped moving, feeling his fingers sink deeper into her. “Fuck,” she panted heavily, biting back a whimper–his mouth on her felt heaven sent. She was coming undone, and she didn’t care. “Don’t stop,” she begged him. She swore that she would always give into Dallas, no matter what if this was what bliss felt like. She would never get use to being made to feel like this.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Jenna Middleton sat full naked underneath him and Dallas wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. She was so fucking beautiful. His lips blazed a path over her skin, his fingers trailing behind. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, his eyes drinking her all in. Gently, he took her wrist and pulled it away from him as he toed off his socks and stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He wanted to be just as naked as her, as vulnerable as her. His cock was already hard and straining as he sat back down on the couch. “Let me make you feel good.” He whispered against her lips before they settled on her breast. His fingers trailed down the inside of her thighs before gently ghosting over her lips. He could feel her wetness and heat radiating as he gently opened her up. His mouth moved to her other breast as he tugged at her nipple gently with his teeth, his fingers gently rubbing against her clit.

He didn’t expect this when he woke up this morning…sitting naked in Jenna’s living room, getting her off, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was common knowledge that he had a thing for her, and now it just solidified it.

Jenna moaned loudly, her head lulling to the side before she leaned into Dallas and pressed her forehead against his. She trembled, her body buzzing from all of the sensations that she was feeling all at one time. Desire pooled low in her tummy, and she arched her back, grinding her hips against Dallas’s hand and silently begging him to keep up with exactly what he was doing. She felt insanely good, she thought as she listened to his voice–it was the only thing keeping her grounded right now.

“I-I want…” she panted, swallowing hard as she tried to form a coherent sentence. She kissed his shoulder, reaching down with her hands to press her fingertips against the small of his back. She lifted her hips, groaning against his neck feeling the pressure from his fingers against her.

“Dallas,” she whimpered. Her shoulder bag sat just under them on the floor, her arm reaching down and fumbling blindly until she felt what she needed–a condom. She carried them with her all the time–in case moments like this one happened. This was the first time it had, and she was proud of herself for doing the responsible thing and being prepared. Jenna held it up to Dallas, biting her lower lip as her face flushed with a warmness that she had forgotten was even possible.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

His dark eyes almost bugged out of his head as he felt her small hand against him. Staring at her, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Sliding his hands down her sides, Dallas gently undid her shorts and tugged them gently down her long legs. He only needed enough access for his hand to slide into the front of her shorts. His fingers rubbed against the damp materials of her panties as he bucked against her hand. His free hand wrapped around her as his mouth blazed trails over her body. It had been years since someone had touched him and he tried to hold himself back so he didn’t blow his load immediately.

Jenna moaned feeling Dallas’s fingers press against her through her panties, biting her lower lip in between kisses–she didn’t know where her brother was, but he was a pro at being scarce whenever she had company come over. He didn’t hover–he treated her like an adult. She was grateful for that, because for so long, nobody ever did. She hadn’t had either parent growing up, and she certainly didn’t need one now that she was old enough to take care of herself.

She lifted her hips as much as she could, using her free hand to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. She felt confined, and right now she needed to feel free–more free than Dallas was already making her feel. It seemed that everything came so naturally with him. She didn’t have to think too hard about anything where he was concerned. It made her feel safe.

She stroked him slowly, her hips matching the rhythm of her hand. “You feel so good,” she murmured, even though she had never had sex with him–not that the thought hadn’t crossed her mind, especially right now. Jenna’s chest rose and fell heavily, an involuntary groan wisping through her lips before she crushed them against Dallas’s again.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Dallas struggled to breathe as he felt Jenna press down against him. When she rolled off of him, he stared at her momentarily until she tugged him back on top of her. “Y-Yeah.” He whispered his hands rested on her thighs, his knee between her legs. He rocked against her, his lips sucking on her skin. A flush washed over him as his body worked on his own accord. Gently, he freed her breasts from her bra and he gently kissed across the newly revealed skin.

Jenna arched her back in reaction to feeling Dallas's mouth on her breasts. She bit her lower lip, matching his movements as the friction between them continued to build. Swallowing hard, her palms slid over his dark skin, and she craned her neck slightly as her palms rested against either side of his neck. Gently, she pulled his face up to meet hers, kissing him frantically as one of her hands fumbled down Dallas's body, her fingertips timidly grazing over the waistband of his ball shorts. Knowing what guys wanted wasn't exactly a foreign concept to her. She kissed him hungrily as her hand slid under his waistband, her hand wrapping around him gently.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

Holding her gently, Dallas closed his eyes as he felt Jenna grind against him, his body reacting to her body. A low moan slipped from his throat, a blush colouring his cheeks. She was so beautiful, her china skin, her blonde hair…he wanted to make sure that she trusted him. He wasn’t sure about her history with her ex, but regardless, he wasn’t going to be him. Lost in his own thoughts, he blinked as he shirt disappeared and he gave her a mute nod. He leaned down and kissed over the swell of her breasts before his lips moved up her neck. “Tell me what you want.” He whispered, not wanting to push her or make her feel uncomfortable.

Jenna’s head fell back as Dallas kissed her breasts and up her neck, her eyes closing as she gripped his shoulders. Her hips had a mind of their own, repeating the motion without any will to stop. Desire flooded her, and she moaned louder than expected, causing her to lean into Dallas. She buried her face into his neck, trembling as she started to feel sensations that she had at long last forgotten. It was a whole new world with Dallas. She craved him so badly. She wanted to explore these resurfaced feelings with him. Hearing his words, she tumbled off of his lap, falling onto her back against the couch and pulling him down on top of her. “T-This… Is this okay?” she asked him, spreading her legs further apart, groaning under the weight of his body pinning hers to the couch.

Downward spiral // Jenna & Dallas

His large fingers lazed across her back and raked through her blonde hair. It was so fine compared to his ex’s. He tried to memorize this feeling. The feeling of her weight in his lap, her skin under his fingers… When Jenna reached to rid herself of her shirt, Dallas’s eyes grew huge and he stared at her, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. Holy shit. He thought as his eyes rotated between her breasts and her face. At her command, he nodded dumbly and reached for her, his lips teasing against hers. Dallas wasn’t a player, contrary to popular belief, and after his relationship with Vanessa, he didn’t want to start something that could potentially hurt him. Gently, he kissed her, his fingers tracing designs on her newly revealed skin, his hands staying as far away from the clip on her bra as possible. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered against her lips as he leaned in to kiss her again.

“You aren’t too bad yourself,” she murmured against his lips, trembling under his strong hands. “You actually aren’t bad at all. I’m very into you if it wasn’t already evident,” she admitted, kissing him again. Unable to help herself, Jenna rocked her hips forward in a downward motion, grinding against Dallas and causing a moan to escape her. She trusted him, and that was saying something–she didn’t trust many people. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable. KC had ruined her. She nibbled on his lower lip, pulling back slightly and reaching down to pull Dallas’s tshirt up and over his head and discarding it. Leaning down, she kissed the dip in his throat before looking at him. “Is this okay?”