And by Madame X, he meant Jordan Hennessy.
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And by Madame X, he meant Jordan Hennessy.
“This was how the story began: There would be thirteen Hennessys, and then it would be over. Limited edition, signed by the artist, discontinued”
Hennessy | Jordan | June | Madox | Farrah | Alba | Brooklyn | Jay | Octavia | Trinity
Jordeclan first time?
Declan tried to plan it - in the same manner he planned just about everything else in his life. Safe, not too revealing, scratch the itch but don’t let anyone know the itch existed in the first place. He was so consumed with want that the itch was more like a bone deep ache that became inflamed every time Jordan’s fingers happened to brush over his skin. This was the exact reason why he had to be careful; it had to be right. Not because, he lied to himself, Jordan was different, but because it was his fault he felt wild in her proximity, dreamed of being wild when they were apart. This was his responsibility to control, and he envisioned the precise number of kisses, exactly how their clothes would come off, where he’d lay her down and how much more important it was for him to hide himself as he made her come.
And that was exactly why she undid him the first time her tongue was in his mouth. That was how she unmade every laced up step in his careful, Ashley-tested process. Jordan burned away every memory of mouths that weren’t hers, hands that didn’t roam as boldly as hers did. With her teeth in his skin, she sussed out soft sounds Declan never intended to make. It was she who stripped him down first, made his knees want to give out. It would take time for him to trust her or himself to really let go, but it had taken far less time to get past some of his previously-ironclad walls. That want ate him alive when she swallowed him down. He came, biting his lip to keep quiet, twice before she laughed and let him get her off. She must have known how she affected him; her words of praise and desire were warm against his ear, both soothing and stirring a beast in him he’d not intended to wake.
Declan was a mess when it was over. Laying against the pillows and rumpled sheets of his townhouse bed, his mouth was slack to catch his breath. The monochrome room was hazy with the colors at the edge of his vision. She lay on his chest, tracing her fingers across the tops of his thighs, her hair tickling his jaw and chin, smelling of flowers and cigarette smoke. Oh God, he thought, half panic and half delight.
That hadn’t gone according to plan.
also made this jordan with artbreeder because.... does am is gay
This life is controlled confusion
It's just the grand illusion.
@oldkingyounggod finished up her Honest Reflections AU, and let me tell y'all it's been absolutely wild for me to discover how much I have found I look forward to being emotionally bullied. Seeing this story meet it's close is as rough as the end of anything you want more of, but I've had a few sweet nothings whispered my way that suggest we haven't seen the end of the universe.
Cry and giggle alongside me by reading it on Ao3.
I don’t want her to be a bad guy
this moment in color » a declan x jordan fanmix
Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense But I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this
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The time walks right by
As the earth stands frozen still;
Right through all the changes
Of our broken will.
@oldkingyounggod‘s Trans!Declan Honest Reflections AU is still occupying a large part of my headspace.
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