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sehnsuchts-trunken · 2 days ago

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goddamn this man.

declan o'hara - nsfw alphabet

ᡣ𐭩 for all my declan lovers (including me) ᡣ𐭩 nsfw content, mdni, 18+ ᡣ𐭩 more declan writing will be coming soon, don't worry! these are easy to fill out and write so hopefully this sates you all mwah

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

his aftercare takes a minute to start. he's usually so intense that the both of you really need a moment to catch your breath and come back down to reality. once he's reverted to normal, he can check in on you, offer a warm cloth, or cold glass of water. when the two of you are physically feeling better, he'll pull you into his big chest, all warm and protected, and probably light a cigarette.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he loves his arms and shoulders. it's not that he really works out and carves them, but he knows he's a big man and flexing them the right way gets you going. he likes being able to encase you in them, holding you as close as possible.

as for you, i think he's an ass man for sureeee. his hands always fly to your cheeks, both in the bedroom and outside of it. his palm covers so much of the skin and he just loves the feeling of squeezing it between his fingers. please wear some tight dresses and pants and bend over directly in front of him.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he wants to cum in you every single time. you might want to consider going on some sort of birth control too just in case. he just loves fucking into you so deep and just as he's finishing, he'll push in to the hilt and fill you up with himself. he could genuinely go for a second round in just a second once he sees the mix of your cum and his seep out of you. gosh, he's dirty.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

has so many fantasies in his head of what he wants to do to you, especially in a more roleplay style too. like he imagines you as his receptionist that he can bend over his desk, hike up your tight pencil skirt, and use you. or he daydreams about coming home to you in the kitchen with a skimpy outfit and apron on and eating you out against the kitchen counter.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he's pretty experienced, but not as much as other characters in the show (hint, hint). like he knows how to make someone feel good and is pretty confident in his skills too! his body count may not be as high, but to him, the quality really matters more than the quantity. and with the way he undos you during sex, you'd certainly agree.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves anything where he can grip and squeeze and smack your ass. he enjoys doggy because it offers him the easiest access to your ass. when he's feeling really intimate and serious, he loves laying you flat on the bed and pushing himself on top of you. makes him feel so close to you, but also enjoys the way your ass can push against his hips.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's so serious when he has sex. it's all about you and him and everything else fades out. in the lead up, he might be full of some dark chuckles at your neediness or quiet laughter while you're flirting. but once his lips are on yours and his hands are roaming your body, he's replaced with this stoic, dominant declan.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's not like a jungle, but he certainly doesn't groom himself to the point where he's clean shaven. i mean, look at his chest and his mustache. woof. he probably trims it to a reasonable amount, but doesn't put much effort into it otherwise. it's curly and wavy though, like his hair.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's much more of a spur of the moment, making out from the front door to the bedroom kinda guy. i don't see him as the man to decorate your bedroom in rose petals. that doesn't mean he isn't intimate and romantic in the act though! he's all about whispering sweet and kind, but also terribly filthy things in your ear while he's unraveling you below him. he makes sure you know just how beautiful he finds you the whole night.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he's not above jerking off, but he knows he'll be coming back to your delicious body every night, so why would he? unless you're gone for a while, or he's off doing stuff for venturer overnight, he'll probably hold off. that isn't to say though that when you might be sending him particularly raunchy texts (for modern declan) or have left him wanting more of you, he won't go into the bathroom and ease the painful bulge beneath his pants. it's just not very common when he'd rather be on you as soon as he steps in the door.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's pretty dominant and enjoys taking control in the bed. he wants you to listen to him and give yourself over to him. it's the highest compliment. he loves biting and marking badddd. gets so aroused in the morning when he sees the hickeys he left on your skin from the night before. loves cockwarming on lazy days inside. i don't think he's a full sadist, but really gets off seeing his large red handprint on your ass. he's just possessive and loves making you his every night. also likes being called daddy in the right headspace.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

loves doing it anywhere in the house. not a very public sex person, but if its within the confines of his home, he's on. probably likes the bedroom the most, but for spur of the moment quickies, he likes taking you against the kitchen counter or on the couch or even on the floor by the fireplace after a failed movie night.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

unfortunately, one of his most toxic traits is that arguments and fighting really get him going. if he ever feels threatened by someone else, he'll take it out of them depending on the severity, but then fucks you within an inch of your life, reminding you in a deep voice who you belong to. he's also the type of person to get really turned on seeing you disheveled, or even just with a messy bun and pajamas.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

could never be fully submissive. definitely wouldn't mind handing you some of the reins and letting your hands guide him where you want him, but don't expect him to get on his knees anytime soon and bend to your every will with a "yes ma'am." another turn off is probably being rude or dismissive to his children. like, if he heard that you had made taggie upset someway, he would lose a lot of attraction to you.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

is such a munch, good lord. loves getting so messy with it. isn't very calculated with his movements, but instead dives in passionately with his tongue flat. he comes up for air disheveled, mustache and lips glistening, then goes back in. if you allow him, he'd spend forever down there. as for receiving oral, he loves it. unfortunately though, he has to stop before he cums so he can keep going the rest of the night. he likes to hold your hair tight and control your pace, but will be receptive if you're uncomfortable or in pain.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

majority of the time, he's fast and rough. especially after an argument or while he's jealous. but he can be slow and sensual!! sometimes he's tired or had a bad day or just really really feeling love for you and he wants to take his sweet time unraveling you and showering you in as much love as he can. those moments are just more uncommon than him fucking you with as much passion as he can.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesn't mind them, but they're not his favorite. he'd prefer to take his time with you, but sometimes the timing just isn't right and he needs you now. or maybe you're just looking too damn fine and you have the house all to yourself and he lifts you against the kitchen counter. his quickies are rough and needy and sinful. he's grunting as sweat beads along his brow. he finishes inside of you and when he has to go about the rest of the day, he just thinks about you going about your day with him still inside you. freak.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's down to try things out! like, if you're reading a particularly filthy romance novel and he manages to figure out what about it is enticing to you, he's so willing to try it out himself. there's only a few things that he'll immediately reject, but he loves making things fun in the bedroom for the two of you. honestly, though, he's kind of impatient and doesn't really like doing things by trial and error, so he usually looks into how to make certain things work before trying it for the first time. as for risks, he's down for some things. wouldn't particularly mind risky settings, but he is somewhat of a public personality so there a few things he'll deny if it gets too risky.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for like two to three rounds before he's pretty spent. this number might be a lot bigger if he's one of those bouts where he's pouring himself into his work and doesn't get to devote as much time to his personal life. he can make himself last for a pretty long while. he just has to stop you before cumming because he can get to into the good feeling and before he realizes it, he's finished and now can't give as much of himself to you as he wants.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he's old fashioned in that the best tools are on his body already. i don't think he'd mind if you had a vibrator or something similar to use when he's not there, but he's not going to be reaching for it in the middle of sex. honestly, i feel like he'd see a vibrator as a competition and try to make you finish better than it can. fic idea?

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don't think he's that big of a tease tbh. at least not intentionally. if anything, he's more teasing in that his big palm rests on your thigh underneath the dining table and when he enters into some passionate conversation, he subconsciously grips it and you have to bite your lip to suppress your moan. or he's just looking soooo good in that venturer t-shirt talking to everyone and shaking hands and showing off his arms and he has no idea what he's doing to you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's such a grunter. and he whispers little "fucks" under his breath. when he gets closer to finishing though, they start morphing into louder groans and when he cums in you, it's like one big crescendo that all comes crashing down. he lovesss hearing the noises he draws out of you though. encourages you to be loud and wants to hear how good he's making you feel.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

probably praises and compliments and talks about you to rupert and freddie all the time. they're all sitting around in a bar drinking and suddenly freddie is asking rupert about cameron and rupert is asking freddie about lizzie and they both turn to declan and ask about you. he gushes about you, then lowers his voice and talks about just how sexy and perfect and wonderful you are. he's got rather loose lips but he'll never reveal the private details. he just wants everyone to know that you are the most perfect person in the whole world and you're all his to enjoy.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's pretty thick. average length i think, but he makes up for it in the way that he stretches you out. it's a painful pleasure, one that makes you wince at his first entrance, but then makes you throw your head back, eyes rolled in pure bliss once he gets going.

y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

depends on his week, really! sometimes he's so focused on venturer or focused on his next interview that his brain capacity is filled. in times like those, he might need some extra encouragement in the form of you harmlessly flirting with rupert or presenting yourself to him in his study completely naked. if everything has leveled out and he's just having a good week, he could fuck you silly every single night.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sometimes it can be within minutes if you've gone particularly hard. he falls off you, down to your side where he pulls you into his strong chest and holds you until he starts snoring. sometimes, he might enjoy running his hands along your body, tracing little shapes into them while you're turned on your side, cuddled close to his chest.

need him bad.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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i fear i’m never beating the “attracted to porn staches” allegations…..moment of silence for me please. this is really hard for me.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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declan come home to me!!!!! i’ll treat you so good

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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Look at your dad Taggie, such a dork keeping bees. I mean it's- at least it’s interesting though. At least like- I wish my dad kept bees. I mean its kind of cute, like, your dad keeps bees. How old is your dad? He's obviously beekeeping age. I don't know, I think it's kind of sweet. Taggie I want to fuck your dad.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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Aidan Turner as Declan O'Hara Rivals 1.01, "Episode #1.1"

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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oh my fucking god I am deceased 🤭🥵 holy hell. holy mother of god. is it weird to say this turned me on??? I don't know. I don't care. all I care about is the fact that I don't have this in my life

i am my father's daughter - declan o'hara x rupert's daughter!reader

synopsis: you knew you shouldn't be doing this, flirting with your dad's friend and business partner. but he's so irresistible!

content: age gap relationship (ages not specified), maud doesn't exist au, not very canon compliant just ignore it, nsfw themes, dbf trope, accidental tense switching (ignore it)

author's note: declan is sooooo hunky #needthat also this is a rather short piece but if you'd like to see a continuation of dbf declan, i would absolutely provide <3

you're quite positive that nobody has looked as good in a t-shirt as declan o'hara does now in the front of the priory's living room, leading an open discussion about what is next for the budding production company. his biceps flex underneath the thin material when he lifts his arm in a gesture and despite your efforts to remain focused on the conversation at hand, it's difficult when all you've been able to think about since he moved in is declan.

for a month or two after he and his two daughters moved in, he had been the sole object of your daydreaming. he was so strong, so intelligent, so witty on the television, so...everything.

however, there was little that you could do on that front, considering the last name that appears on your birth certificate and the fact that rupert campbell-black, your father, and declan hated each other. it was a rather difficult watch, the night declan interviewed him, but with rupert bonding with declan over their love for their small families, it became much easier to slink your way into his presence. thankfully.

then, it became regular to see declan in your home, or to see you and rupert in his. he was hard to depart from, what with his deep, thick accented voice and his wavy hair he kept running his hands through, and that t-shirt, that damn t-shirt. you lived in pure, unending agony for a while, having to be so close to him all the time without being able to give in to this torturous desire.

but then he started blatantly running a large hand over your back as he passed behind you and then he started making eye contact with you across the room and then he helped you with car troubles where he stood tantalizingly close behind you while showing you how to check your oil.

your father doesn't need to know that you've kissed and made out with and sucked off his friend and business partner. right?

when declan finishes his speech in the front of the living room, he makes his way through the crowd to the table in the back with a few drinks and refreshments laid out by taggie where you just so happen to be standing.

his eye contact with you is unwavering as he comes closer and closer to you and there's a smirk growing on his lips.

"could you be any more obvious with your ogling there, dear?" he says quietly once he reaches your side.

you scoff, but you know what he's saying is true. "i wasn't doing anything of the sort, mr o'hara. i'm just admiring your leadership and passion for venturer, is all," you whisper.

he leans against the table, then, watching as the crowd before him mingle with each other, completely oblivious to the conversation happening between you and him. even your father seems to be swept up into conversation on the other side of the room. he turns his neck side-to-side, clearly aware of the way that his shoulders and back tense underneath the tight shirt. your eyes betray your previous statement as they immediately flick to the sight, then flick downwards.

he chuckles and takes the smallest of steps closer to you. "so you like the shirt, then, i take it?"

a small blush overtakes your cheeks and you refuse to meet his eye. suddenly, you feel his body tilt towards yours, lips just before your ear.

"i can let you take it off me if you come over tonight."

his deep voice reverberated through your body, sending chills down your neck and spine. subconsciously, your back arched from the table you were learning on and he let out another laugh.

a few hours later, you found yourself slipping quietly out of penscombe, positively giddy. the walk to the priory was one you had done plenty of times and you knew it like the back of your hand, really. slowly, the centuries old building came into view and several feet up the wall was a window with its lights still on. declan's.

as he'd done before, he met you at the back door of the home, one that leads into the kitchen, a smug look on his face.

"you took my offer quite readily," he said. his big frame leaned against the door and he crossed his arms. still adorning him was that damn t-shirt.

"as if you weren't kicking your feet waiting for me," you retort, then come to stand before him.

he shakes his head then and a sly smile tilts the corners of his mouth up. he removes his body from the frame and steps to the side to let you inside. as you pass him, a firm hand comes down on your ass, making a small yelp escape your lips.

you turn suddenly and shoot him a glare. he just pats you again, a gesture to keep you moving forward. "get on up there, little minx. before your daddy realizes where you've gone, huh?"

you turn then and head for the stairs that lead up to his bedroom. declan didn't have to tell you much twice.

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 5 days ago

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absolutely GORGEOUS piece of writing!!!!!! this will now be a daydream for the next two to three years let me tell you

Gave My Heart (In Sweet Surrender)

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

Summary: Bradley meets his future wife one night at The Hard Deck.

Inspiration: Such a Night- Elvis Presley

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: I haven’t written for Bradley outside of the roommates AU before but I rewatched the movie and was possessed by the idea of falling immediately head over heels for him…started writing it, had a breakdown, bon appétit

There was only a little relief from the bustling crowds in making it up to the bar of the Hard Deck, half of Fightertown having seemingly decided it was the place to be that Friday night. That had certainly been your colleague’s hopes for the notoriously naval bar when she had planned the date and time of her leaving night out- or to use her own words, “I’m not leaving Fightertown without bagging a sailor first”.

She knew what she wanted, you would give her that.

The bartender was busy on the other side of the bar so you made yourself as comfortable as you could to stake out your spot, leaning your elbows on the polished wood. You hadn’t taken any notice of the person you had ended up beside until the bartender focussed her ever-shifting attention on him and his voice- surprisingly and deliciously deep- cut through the general chaos of the bar like a hot knife through butter.

“Another round for everyone, thanks, Penny.” He glanced to his left and caught your own interested glance, brought on by his voice, and a slow, easy grin lifted his lips beneath a dark moustache that should not have looked as good as it did. “Hi there.”

You didn’t have it in you- or perhaps you had too many pink gins in you- to be embarrassed at being caught.

“Hi.”

You were shameless as you got a good look at him.

Nicely styled brown hair that had the look of having been lightened by the sun. Dark eyes that promised trouble in the best way. That immaculate moustache that wouldn’t have looked good on anyone else, you were certain, and the full pink lips beneath that looked oh-so-kissable. Tanned skin with a couple of silvery scars. Broad shoulders and biceps that looked all the better for being clad in a cream and sage-green Hawaiian shirt which- again- would not have looked anywhere near good on anyone else, especially without the tight white tank top and sinfully well-fitting jeans that completed his outfit.

He looked good…and he was looking right back at you.

If the lazy grin on those gorgeous lips was anything to go by, he liked what he saw.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he commented, turning fully to face you, leaning one elbow on the bar.

You willed yourself not to look at his bicep again and maintain eye contact.

“Mm, I haven’t been before. One of the girls I work with wanted to have her leaving night at a Navy bar.”

He nodded in understanding, something like amusement in his eyes.

“And how’s that going?”

You turned away from him to face the room at large, nodding towards the group you had left near the jukebox.

“See that woman over there?”

He stepped closer, slightly behind you, to follow your gaze.

“The one wearing the sailor’s hat?” he asked.

You bit your lip at the feeling of his chest almost pressed to your back and his lips close to your ear- it had certainly been a move on his part, and a smooth one at that- and nodded in confirmation.

“She’s the one beside her, wearing the sailor.”

He let out a surprised burst of laughter and you turned back to face him again with a grin, both of you now closer together and neither of you seeming to mind at all.

“Looks like she won’t mind waiting a little longer for that next round.”

Your grin widened.

“It’s like you read my mind. So, who are you here with?”

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a shout of:

“Rooster! We getting that round or what?”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised, when he turned in the direction of the speaker and lifted a hand in acknowledgment.

“Rooster?” you repeated in confusion. He didn’t look like a rooster.

He groaned.

“Bradley,” he corrected you, turning to collect the tray of drinks that neither of you had noticed appearing on the bar beside you. “And I will be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

He waited for your nod to confirm that you wouldn’t leave before disappearing into the crowd with the tray, and it made your heart beat faster than any man you’d just met should have been able to cause. There was something so alluring about him, a pull in your belly that told you that you were meant to meet him that night.

Blaming the pink gin for that fairytale-esque feeling, you quickly ordered another whilst you waited on him returning.

On the other side of the room, a group of naval aviators was left thoroughly confused by their friend unceremoniously depositing their next round of drinks on their table with the announcement that he would see them later- that he was busy talking to his future wife- before disappearing back to the bar.

He returned to his spot in the stool beside you- the one that you had not-so-subtly saved for him with your bag- just as the bartender slid your fresh drink over to you.

“Put it on my tab, Penny, and another for me please.” He turned back to you and grinned. “I missed you.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. It was ridiculous; he was ridiculous. Still, you clinked your glass against his beer bottle and let him rest his foot on the base of your stool to keep it steady for you.

“Alright, Bradley. Explain Rooster.”

The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks from there on. He told you about his job as a naval aviator without being boastful- even if his chest did swell a little with pride when you admitted to being impressed. He listened avidly when you told him about your job, shaking his head when you downplayed it as not being as exciting as his own and asking genuinely interested questions.

And then there were the touches.

Flirtatious and respectful, things you hadn’t seen simultaneously in a man in…you weren’t sure ever. His hand on your waist to steady you when another patron bumped into you, that same hand never leaving the spot, its thumb stroking softly without roaming. It was addictive.

Had anyone asked you, you would have said that you and Bradley were the only two people in the bar long before the bartender cleared her throat pointedly to inform you both with a knowing grin that that was in fact true.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you pulled your phone from your bag to see that it was after 1am, the time displayed above a stack of texts from your girlfriends- each of them saying something along the lines of “get it, girl!!”.

“Can I walk you out?” Bradley asked, offering you his hand to help you down from your stool.

You missed his touch almost as soon as your hand left his, but once again he seemed to read your mind as his hand found the small of your back on the way out of the bar.

The coastal chill in the night air was pleasantly cool on your cheeks, warmed by the gin and the company.

“This was a much better night than I was expecting,” you told him, and he grinned.

“Yeah? Me too.”

You weren’t quite sure where to go next, but he had that covered too.

“Can I take you out for breakfast tomorrow? Well, today,” he clarified with a self-deprecating chuckle, “I really wanna see you again.”

You bit your lip to restrain the Cheshire Cat grin that threatened to take over your face.

“I’d like that. Shall we say ten? I’m not much of a morning person.”

“I’m liking you a lot so far this morning.”

There was no holding your grin back after that. Unable to resist, you leaned in to close the gap for a kiss, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation.

To your surprise, he leaned back out of your reach.

For a second, your stomach swooped unpleasantly, worried that somehow after everything you had read the moment wrong, but then that damned grin was back on his face.

“Uh-uh. I don’t kiss on the first date.”

You laughed in disbelief- and more than a little relief.

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious. And our second date isn’t for another-” He pulled back to look at his watch. “-nine hours. You’ll just have to wait, gorgeous.”

He raised his hand to flag down a passing taxi for you, and even that was attractive.

“Text me when you’re home safe, yeah?” he asked, the genuine care in his voice just making you want him more as the taxi drew up beside you both.

“And you,” you told him.

He grinned.

“I’m a big boy, honey. I’ll be just fine.”

The poor taxi driver was going to get a hell of a show if he kept talking like that. You were surprised your legs didn’t give out as you slipped under Bradley’s arm into the back of the taxi, noticing the way he held the door open until he had seen you fasten your seatbelt.

“I’ll see you soon,” he told you with a wink before closing the door.

As the taxi peeled away from the kerb, you let your head fall back against the headrest and a smile spread across your lips. You were vaguely aware of the taxi driver asking if you had had a good night, and your thoughts were immediately consumed by twinkling dark eyes and kissable lips and that stupid moustache. The driver was certainly only making small talk but you couldn’t help the giddy sigh that fell from your lips.

“It was such a night.”

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