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more roy kent!!! more roy kent!!!! please 🥺❤️ your writing is so good!!

Oh, thank you!! I have started writing ch. 8 so hopefully with have that out soon(ish)

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I have a #wantingtofucktheoldman Declan O'hara request

Concept: Patrick has a university friend looking for an internship in media and Patrick begged Declan to see if she could do it at Corinium because she is a massive talent and just needs a chance. Declan secured her an internship however Tony said she will be his unpaid responsibility and to put her to use himself he is too busy to manage interns right now.

One month into the internship and Declan saw what Patrick was talking about, she is very smart and talented and creative but he also started to notice that her skirts were becoming shorter, she is trying to get his attention, bending over in the least discrete ways possible. His resilience snapped after one broadcast where he saw her opening her legs while sitting near the cameras, short tight skirt with stockings and girdal straps to keep them up. After the broadcast he tells her to go to his dressing room and gives her the attention she was so desperate for. (Patrick knew she wanted in his dad’s pants and thought it was about time Declan had some fun.)

(Chubby reader, shy despite seeking his attention, virgin, blowjob, fingering, rough, bent over a table, hair pulling, cream pie)

A/N: okay ur mind!! I hope this does your idea justice!

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), mild exhibitionism, incredibly inappropriate behavior for the workplace, virginity, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, sorta dom!Declan, cream pie (no condom - which you should not do irl unless you’ve talked about it and you’re using other bc and are being regularly tested!)

“My dressing room, now,” Declan hissed in your ear before he was gone. 

It had been a long time coming. 

“Please, Dad, she’s brilliant, and she’ll do just about anything to work in TV,” Patrick all but begged as he pressed his head into the wall beside the dorm phone.

“I can’t just go around handing out jobs to all your friends, Pat,” Declan replied.

Patrick shook his head before remembering that his dad couldn’t actually see him.

“She’s the best writer I’ve ever met, and she wants to write for shows,” Patrick replied. “I’ll mail you her samples, a spec script, whatever you want, but trust me, I’m doing you the favor with this, not her,” He implored.

“She just needs a chance.”

And Patrick had been right.

Declan had assumed it was just another girl he was dating at Uni, or had convinced himself he was in love with. A pretty girl who had turned his son’s head and whom he’d do anything for. Like pulling a huge favor with his father. 

But then he got the script in the mail and well…Patrick was right.

He’d had to then turn around and beg Tony. Or maybe not beg, but convince Tony that taking an intern was worthwhile. And Tony had finally allowed it. Unpaid – of course – but so long as Declan kept her busy, found tasks for her to do so that she didn’t bug his actual staff, Declan had free rein with this girl.

Which is how he’d somehow ended up with you as one of his showwriters.

You were brilliant. And Declan was lucky to have you.

That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that when you started, you’d been shy. Quiet. But eager to please.

All ‘yes, sir’s and ‘excuse me’s.

And there were still plenty of those, which were their own sort of madness. 

But you’d started to get more…comfortable…

Your skirts and dresses were getting shorter and tighter. And your blouses were getting deeper cut. Like your clothes were painted on to you every day.

Declan would think he was going insane if those changes weren’t coupled with obvious attempts to get his attention – and not with your work, which spoke for itself – but by the most obvious means necessary. You’d recently started dropping papers as you passed his desk, bending at the waist to grab them. 

But this…this was the final straw. 

A live taping of Declan - tonight’s guest was Rick Astley. And Declan had been completely locked in on his interview as they unpacked the meteoric rise for a young musician with just one single, which was already a worldwide hit. 

It was a great interview.

But when he glanced away from Rick, you were sitting just behind one of the cameramen. You and that tiny skirt were sitting directly in his line of sight. But then you uncrossed your legs, and he got an eyeful of the top of your stockings and the garter straps connecting them up to your…

He could see your panties.

Your legs were open, and he could see your panties. 

Anyone who looked over at you right now could see them.

But no one else was looking. Because this wasn’t for them. Your eyes were on Declan’s as you shifted in your seat and his eyes dropped back down to where he could see your clothed cunt for a moment before you crossed your legs again and smirked at him.

So when the taping ended, and Declan made his way over to you, you knew you were in for it.

“My dressing room, now,” He’d murmured as his head dropped down to your ear. 

When you slip into Delcan’s dressing room, it’s empty.

You knew it would be. It’s his show after all. It’s literally called ‘Declan’ so there’s always a million people for him to talk to or shmooze after the taping.

But you know he’s going to be thinking about you, and the fact that you’re waiting for him in here, the whole time.

And if that doesn’t make you clench your thighs, what else would?

You were sitting on the makeup chair in Declan’s dressing room when you finally heard the door crack open.

“Mr. O’Hara,” You said as your head whipped around, jumping to your feet when you saw him step inside. “Stop,” Delcan cut you off as he pressed the door shut behind him. You freeze.

And for just a moment, your eyes widen in panic. You’d been pushing for weeks. You’d thought he’d finally snapped. But maybe you pushed too far. Maybe it was all too much, and he was upset. About to fire you. 

But when your eyes look up at his in panic, you see just how dark they are.

Darker than you’ve ever seen them. And you can see a muscle in his cheek twitch as he clenches his jaw.

And then his mouth is on yours.

Declan’s hands found your curves as he kissed you soundly. Your whole body, every inch of you, was pressed to him as his hands traveled down your body, your hands palming your ass.

“Fuck,” Declan groaned as you broke apart and he rested his forehead against yours, refusing to let any space grow between you.

You can’t find the voice to say anything, you just stand there, staring up at him in disbelief.

“Those tight shirts, tiny skirts, it’s like you want to distract me. Want to make sure all I think about is ripping them off of you,” Declan muttered as he shook his head, looking down at you with his own particular brand of disbelief.

“You like having all this attention, don’t you?” He asked lowly as he moved to grasp your chin and tilt your head up, your jaw grasped. “Just yours,” You admitted as you stared back at him. Feeling like a trapped animal as you admit the truth of it. Of all of this. “Only yours,” You tell him. “It’s all for you,” You admit. “I know, sweetheart,” Declan replied as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one softer. Over before it began in a way that left you wanting more. 

“But I don’t think I’m the only one who noticed you,” He continued. “This whole building knows how gorgeous you are; they’ve seen you sashaying around this office.” “So show me it’s for me,” Declan told you as he let go of your jaw. “Prove it.”

You bite your lip as you cock your head slightly.

But then you find yourself smiling in spite of yourself as you let your hands drop from Declan’s chest to his waist.

You unbuckle his belt as you drop to your knees.

Your hands are moving before your brain can catch up, but when you pull Declan’s heavy, half-hard cock out of his pants, your overconfidence catches up with you, as you stare at his big, thick cock, and realize you might have gotten yourself into something you’re not ready for. 

No matter how bad you want it.

Your movements stutter as your brain short-circuits. 

And then you hear Declan laugh from above you.

When you look up at him through heavy-lidded lashes, he’s smirking down at you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, pretty girl,” He teases.

“Take your time,” He adds as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head and helps move your hair out of your face.

You swallow as your hands move to stroke Declan’s cock. And then tentatively opening up your mouth as your tongue darted forward to taste his tip.

Declan groaned as you moved more confidently, slowly licking your way around his cock before taking the tip into your mouth and sucking.

“Fucking hell,” Declan moaned as his head tilted back, and you took even more of him into your mouth. “Jesus-” And then your confidence got ahead of you when his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him.

“Fuck,” Declan muttered as his head snapped back down and his brows furrowed in concern.

But you just readjusted as you looked back up at him, proving to him– and yourself– that you could do this, before doubling down and suckign him back down again, trying to suppress the urge to gag now that you knew what to expect.

“You’re insane,” Declan muttered as he looked down at you. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, such a desperate, messy little girl.” You smiled against him as you continued to work him in and out of your mouth. Preening under the compliments.

You could tell he was getting close when his hands flew back up to your hair, pulling lightly, not pushing, but trying to pull your head off of him instead.

“Hold on, not yet,” He muttered as he finally pulled you off of him. 

“I want to make you come,” You muttered as you looked up at him with a frown. 

“You will,” Declan reassured you. “Just not yet.”

“C'mere,” Declan murmured as he guided you up to your feet and cornered you up against the counter, removing any semblance of physical distance between you as he pressed a kiss to your lips, before trailing kisses down the side of your neck while he lifted you up onto the counter, and slotting between your legs.

His hands dropped down to the curve of your hips before finding the hem of your skirt and pressing it up your thigh until the clips of your garter belt were exposed.

“These fucking things,” Delcan muttered as his fingers trailed underneath, grabbing hold and snapping them against the skin of your thighs.

“I knew you’d like them,” You told them.

“Like them? These haunt me.” He told you as his hands and fingers trailed higher and higher before teasing the edge of your panties. “I just spent fourteen minutes talking to Lady Gosling in the hallway while trying not to think about these.” “I wanted you to,” You tell him as your hands grip his shoulders.

“I want to fuck you,” Declan murmured against you. “I want you to fuck me,” You reply with a nod. “I just-” You stammer.

Declan’s hands, trailing up and down your side, pause.

“What?” Declan asked. “I haven’t…” You say as you tuck your chin down against your chest. “Haven’t what?” “Don’t look at me like that,” You sigh as Declan’s hand presses against your jaw, trying to search for your eyes. “I just, wanted you to know why it probably won’t be that like… mind-blowing for you.” When Declan looks at you in silent confusion, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I’m a virgin,” You mutter.

“Jesus Christ,” Declan huffed as his head tilted back. “I can’t-” “I want it to be good, I want to try,” You tell him as it’s your turn to try and search for his eyes. “You can’t say things like that,” Declan tells you with a shake of his head.

“I want this,” You repeat. “I need this.”

Declan nods after he takes a fortifying breath as his hands trail from their grasp on your hips back around to your thighs. “Can I touch you?” Declan asks. “Down here?”

His fingertips travel upward to the apex of your thighs and begin to make slow, controlled circles around your clit. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you like,” Declan replies. “I want to make you feel good, pretty girl,” He murmurs in your ear as

“I like this, but- harder,” Your mouth finally says, the jumble of thoughts in your brain managing to form a coherent thought. 

Declan is a quick learner, increasing his pressure deftly as his eyes study your face, your every micro expression as he learns your body. Your reactions. The way you respond to every little thing he does.

“I need more,” You tell him. You don’t know how, or even really why, but you do.

And then Declan drops to his knees before you. And the visual alone. Of Declan on his knees before you. Worshipping you. Sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you.

Declan spares a glance up at you before you realize what he’s about to do. But there’s no time to react, or overthink it before Declan’s mouth is on you. His tongue licking and his mouth sucking as he makes a meal of you.

And the fingers, you forgot for a moment that Declan was a whole person, with a whole body of parts, but those fingers, come down to your cunt, and he presses one inside you while his mouth sucks on your clit.

And you feel yourself transcend your body. 

The pleasure builds hot and fast after that. All wetness and warmth. Heat.

And then your climax crashes over you with a sharp intake of breath and a desperate, rearing gasp.

Your heart beating wildly, practically trying to escape out of your chest as your chest heaves and you stare down at Declan in disbelief. 

You’d never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. That wrecked you so completely. 

But you shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Declan would wreck you.

And you’d thank him for it.

Over and over and over again. 

“That was…” You trailed off as you struggled to find the words. “Gorgeous,” Declan replied gruffly as he pushed himself back to his feet with a little ‘harumph’ which had you laughing softly to yourself.

“Are you okay?” Declan asked as he studied your face carefully, this time clearly looking for any sort of discomfort. 

As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life. “Better than okay,” You replied with a grin. “I feel amazing.” “And I’d really like for you to fuck me now, Declan,” You added with a smirk as you grinned up at him.

Declan just stared down at you for a moment. Like he might have heard you wrong. And then wordlessly, with one frantic sweep of his arm, Declan pushed the scattered pens and papers off of the makeup-counter-turned-desk before he turned you around in his arms and bent you over at the waist. Kicking your legs apart as he rucked up the hem of your skirt. 

The tops of your pantyhose, the straps of your garters, and the flimsy panties only half-covering your cunt were all exposed to the cool air of the dressing room as your cheek pressed into the countertop. 

The still glistening wetness of your orgasm was smeared around, and you could feel it drip down your thighs as Declan’s hands trailed from your hips up your spine to your head.

Declan’s fist wrapped around your hair as he pulled your head up, arching your back for you as you as you oculd hear him spit down into the other hand, and then you felt the hard head of his cock notch against your entrance.

He paused for only a moment. Like he was waiting for you to protest. To say no.

“Please,” You begged as you keened against him, trying to press your hips backward despite the grip he has on your hair.

And then Delcan’s cock pushed inside you, and the unbearable tightness, the fullness, the sickening squelch of his cock pressing into the remnants of your orgasm. The most explicit and pornographic sounds, as you hear wetness and the slap of skin on skin fill the room, and the sound of your own heart beating in your throat and behind your ears, and sounds keening that you realize are coming from your mouth.

“You want the whole building to hear you, pretty girl?” Declan asked. Teasing. “Want them all to know just how desperate you are. And how well I’m fucking you.” “Hmmm,” You whine as you shut your mouth, to try and quiet your moans and the keening gasp from each thrust into you.

“God, you feel so good,” Delcan mutters as the hand in your hair tightens. “Like you were made for me.” You groan as your walls shudder around him.

“Open your eyes,” Declan orders as he pulls at the hair between his fingers.

Your eyes snap open at the order.

“Look at what you do to me,” He says as your eyes find his in the mirror. “And look at you.” “Look at what I do to you,” Declan says. “Could anyone else fuck you as good as this?”

You try to shake your head, pulling at Declan’s grasp as you bite your lip.

“Answer me,” Declan snaps impatiently. “Use your words.” “No, only you,” You get out, your voice shaky.

“Yeah?” Declan asked as his grasp on your hair drops, and your elbows have to fly up to try and catch you before your head drops back down to the desk. And you watch helplessly as Declan’s hands drop back down to your hips as he grips and thrusts into you harder and faster.

You can feel Declan’s control faltering as your own pleasure grows and grows. One of your hands slides down the desk between your body and the edge of the desk, where you find your clit and rub circles, your orgasm approaching as you clench down on Declan.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You gasp.

With a shudder, Delcan spills inside you.

And you both just pause there. Your eyes are watching his in the mirror of the makeup stand as you both just try to calm your breaths.

And then after a moment, Declan pulls out of you.

And the loss feels.. Sad. You feel empty.

And then you feel the drip, and you watch Declan’s expression in the mirror, and you know that he’s watching his spend drip out of you, and down your thighs. 

“Mr. O’Hara?” A voice calls out from the door after a rapid knock. “Mr. Baddingham is asking to see you in his office.” “I’ll be right there, thank you,” Declan calls back out. In a deceptively normal, calm voice.

“Don’t leave,” Declan informs you as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. “I’m driving you home.”

And you can’t do anything but nod as you try not to look as wrecked as you feel.

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I have a #wantingtofucktheoldman Declan O'hara request

Concept: Patrick has a university friend looking for an internship in media and Patrick begged Declan to see if she could do it at Corinium because she is a massive talent and just needs a chance. Declan secured her an internship however Tony said she will be his unpaid responsibility and to put her to use himself he is too busy to manage interns right now.

One month into the internship and Declan saw what Patrick was talking about, she is very smart and talented and creative but he also started to notice that her skirts were becoming shorter, she is trying to get his attention, bending over in the least discrete ways possible. His resilience snapped after one broadcast where he saw her opening her legs while sitting near the cameras, short tight skirt with stockings and girdal straps to keep them up. After the broadcast he tells her to go to his dressing room and gives her the attention she was so desperate for. (Patrick knew she wanted in his dad’s pants and thought it was about time Declan had some fun.)

(Chubby reader, shy despite seeking his attention, virgin, blowjob, fingering, rough, bent over a table, hair pulling, cream pie)

A/N: okay ur mind!! I hope this does your idea justice!

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), mild exhibitionism, incredibly inappropriate behavior for the workplace, virginity, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, sorta dom!Declan, cream pie (no condom - which you should not do irl unless you’ve talked about it and you’re using other bc and are being regularly tested!)

“My dressing room, now,” Declan hissed in your ear before he was gone. 

It had been a long time coming. 

“Please, Dad, she’s brilliant, and she’ll do just about anything to work in TV,” Patrick all but begged as he pressed his head into the wall beside the dorm phone.

“I can’t just go around handing out jobs to all your friends, Pat,” Declan replied.

Patrick shook his head before remembering that his dad couldn’t actually see him.

“She’s the best writer I’ve ever met, and she wants to write for shows,” Patrick replied. “I’ll mail you her samples, a spec script, whatever you want, but trust me, I’m doing you the favor with this, not her,” He implored.

“She just needs a chance.”

And Patrick had been right.

Declan had assumed it was just another girl he was dating at Uni, or had convinced himself he was in love with. A pretty girl who had turned his son’s head and whom he’d do anything for. Like pulling a huge favor with his father. 

But then he got the script in the mail and well…Patrick was right.

He’d had to then turn around and beg Tony. Or maybe not beg, but convince Tony that taking an intern was worthwhile. And Tony had finally allowed it. Unpaid – of course – but so long as Declan kept her busy, found tasks for her to do so that she didn’t bug his actual staff, Declan had free rein with this girl.

Which is how he’d somehow ended up with you as one of his showwriters.

You were brilliant. And Declan was lucky to have you.

That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that when you started, you’d been shy. Quiet. But eager to please.

All ‘yes, sir’s and ‘excuse me’s.

And there were still plenty of those, which were their own sort of madness. 

But you’d started to get more…comfortable…

Your skirts and dresses were getting shorter and tighter. And your blouses were getting deeper cut. Like your clothes were painted on to you every day.

Declan would think he was going insane if those changes weren’t coupled with obvious attempts to get his attention – and not with your work, which spoke for itself – but by the most obvious means necessary. You’d recently started dropping papers as you passed his desk, bending at the waist to grab them. 

But this…this was the final straw. 

A live taping of Declan - tonight’s guest was Rick Astley. And Declan had been completely locked in on his interview as they unpacked the meteoric rise for a young musician with just one single, which was already a worldwide hit. 

It was a great interview.

But when he glanced away from Rick, you were sitting just behind one of the cameramen. You and that tiny skirt were sitting directly in his line of sight. But then you uncrossed your legs, and he got an eyeful of the top of your stockings and the garter straps connecting them up to your…

He could see your panties.

Your legs were open, and he could see your panties. 

Anyone who looked over at you right now could see them.

But no one else was looking. Because this wasn’t for them. Your eyes were on Declan’s as you shifted in your seat and his eyes dropped back down to where he could see your clothed cunt for a moment before you crossed your legs again and smirked at him.

So when the taping ended, and Declan made his way over to you, you knew you were in for it.

“My dressing room, now,” He’d murmured as his head dropped down to your ear. 

When you slip into Delcan’s dressing room, it’s empty.

You knew it would be. It’s his show after all. It’s literally called ‘Declan’ so there’s always a million people for him to talk to or shmooze after the taping.

But you know he’s going to be thinking about you, and the fact that you’re waiting for him in here, the whole time.

And if that doesn’t make you clench your thighs, what else would?

You were sitting on the makeup chair in Declan’s dressing room when you finally heard the door crack open.

“Mr. O’Hara,” You said as your head whipped around, jumping to your feet when you saw him step inside. “Stop,” Delcan cut you off as he pressed the door shut behind him. You freeze.

And for just a moment, your eyes widen in panic. You’d been pushing for weeks. You’d thought he’d finally snapped. But maybe you pushed too far. Maybe it was all too much, and he was upset. About to fire you. 

But when your eyes look up at his in panic, you see just how dark they are.

Darker than you’ve ever seen them. And you can see a muscle in his cheek twitch as he clenches his jaw.

And then his mouth is on yours.

Declan’s hands found your curves as he kissed you soundly. Your whole body, every inch of you, was pressed to him as his hands traveled down your body, your hands palming your ass.

“Fuck,” Declan groaned as you broke apart and he rested his forehead against yours, refusing to let any space grow between you.

You can’t find the voice to say anything, you just stand there, staring up at him in disbelief.

“Those tight shirts, tiny skirts, it’s like you want to distract me. Want to make sure all I think about is ripping them off of you,” Declan muttered as he shook his head, looking down at you with his own particular brand of disbelief.

“You like having all this attention, don’t you?” He asked lowly as he moved to grasp your chin and tilt your head up, your jaw grasped. “Just yours,” You admitted as you stared back at him. Feeling like a trapped animal as you admit the truth of it. Of all of this. “Only yours,” You tell him. “It’s all for you,” You admit. “I know, sweetheart,” Declan replied as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one softer. Over before it began in a way that left you wanting more. 

“But I don’t think I’m the only one who noticed you,” He continued. “This whole building knows how gorgeous you are; they’ve seen you sashaying around this office.” “So show me it’s for me,” Declan told you as he let go of your jaw. “Prove it.”

You bite your lip as you cock your head slightly.

But then you find yourself smiling in spite of yourself as you let your hands drop from Declan’s chest to his waist.

You unbuckle his belt as you drop to your knees.

Your hands are moving before your brain can catch up, but when you pull Declan’s heavy, half-hard cock out of his pants, your overconfidence catches up with you, as you stare at his big, thick cock, and realize you might have gotten yourself into something you’re not ready for. 

No matter how bad you want it.

Your movements stutter as your brain short-circuits. 

And then you hear Declan laugh from above you.

When you look up at him through heavy-lidded lashes, he’s smirking down at you.

“Don’t get shy on me now, pretty girl,” He teases.

“Take your time,” He adds as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head and helps move your hair out of your face.

You swallow as your hands move to stroke Declan’s cock. And then tentatively opening up your mouth as your tongue darted forward to taste his tip.

Declan groaned as you moved more confidently, slowly licking your way around his cock before taking the tip into your mouth and sucking.

“Fucking hell,” Declan moaned as his head tilted back, and you took even more of him into your mouth. “Jesus-” And then your confidence got ahead of you when his cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged around him.

“Fuck,” Declan muttered as his head snapped back down and his brows furrowed in concern.

But you just readjusted as you looked back up at him, proving to him– and yourself– that you could do this, before doubling down and suckign him back down again, trying to suppress the urge to gag now that you knew what to expect.

“You’re insane,” Declan muttered as he looked down at you. “You’re desperate for it, aren’t you, such a desperate, messy little girl.” You smiled against him as you continued to work him in and out of your mouth. Preening under the compliments.

You could tell he was getting close when his hands flew back up to your hair, pulling lightly, not pushing, but trying to pull your head off of him instead.

“Hold on, not yet,” He muttered as he finally pulled you off of him. 

“I want to make you come,” You muttered as you looked up at him with a frown. 

“You will,” Declan reassured you. “Just not yet.”

“C'mere,” Declan murmured as he guided you up to your feet and cornered you up against the counter, removing any semblance of physical distance between you as he pressed a kiss to your lips, before trailing kisses down the side of your neck while he lifted you up onto the counter, and slotting between your legs.

His hands dropped down to the curve of your hips before finding the hem of your skirt and pressing it up your thigh until the clips of your garter belt were exposed.

“These fucking things,” Delcan muttered as his fingers trailed underneath, grabbing hold and snapping them against the skin of your thighs.

“I knew you’d like them,” You told them.

“Like them? These haunt me.” He told you as his hands and fingers trailed higher and higher before teasing the edge of your panties. “I just spent fourteen minutes talking to Lady Gosling in the hallway while trying not to think about these.” “I wanted you to,” You tell him as your hands grip his shoulders.

“I want to fuck you,” Declan murmured against you. “I want you to fuck me,” You reply with a nod. “I just-” You stammer.

Declan’s hands, trailing up and down your side, pause.

“What?” Declan asked. “I haven’t…” You say as you tuck your chin down against your chest. “Haven’t what?” “Don’t look at me like that,” You sigh as Declan’s hand presses against your jaw, trying to search for your eyes. “I just, wanted you to know why it probably won’t be that like… mind-blowing for you.” When Declan looks at you in silent confusion, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I’m a virgin,” You mutter.

“Jesus Christ,” Declan huffed as his head tilted back. “I can’t-” “I want it to be good, I want to try,” You tell him as it’s your turn to try and search for his eyes. “You can’t say things like that,” Declan tells you with a shake of his head.

“I want this,” You repeat. “I need this.”

Declan nods after he takes a fortifying breath as his hands trail from their grasp on your hips back around to your thighs. “Can I touch you?” Declan asks. “Down here?”

His fingertips travel upward to the apex of your thighs and begin to make slow, controlled circles around your clit. “Yes,” you breathe out. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you like,” Declan replies. “I want to make you feel good, pretty girl,” He murmurs in your ear as

“I like this, but- harder,” Your mouth finally says, the jumble of thoughts in your brain managing to form a coherent thought. 

Declan is a quick learner, increasing his pressure deftly as his eyes study your face, your every micro expression as he learns your body. Your reactions. The way you respond to every little thing he does.

“I need more,” You tell him. You don’t know how, or even really why, but you do.

And then Declan drops to his knees before you. And the visual alone. Of Declan on his knees before you. Worshipping you. Sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you.

Declan spares a glance up at you before you realize what he’s about to do. But there’s no time to react, or overthink it before Declan’s mouth is on you. His tongue licking and his mouth sucking as he makes a meal of you.

And the fingers, you forgot for a moment that Declan was a whole person, with a whole body of parts, but those fingers, come down to your cunt, and he presses one inside you while his mouth sucks on your clit.

And you feel yourself transcend your body. 

The pleasure builds hot and fast after that. All wetness and warmth. Heat.

And then your climax crashes over you with a sharp intake of breath and a desperate, rearing gasp.

Your heart beating wildly, practically trying to escape out of your chest as your chest heaves and you stare down at Declan in disbelief. 

You’d never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. That wrecked you so completely. 

But you shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Declan would wreck you.

And you’d thank him for it.

Over and over and over again. 

“That was…” You trailed off as you struggled to find the words. “Gorgeous,” Declan replied gruffly as he pushed himself back to his feet with a little ‘harumph’ which had you laughing softly to yourself.

“Are you okay?” Declan asked as he studied your face carefully, this time clearly looking for any sort of discomfort. 

As if he hadn’t just given you the best orgasm of your life. “Better than okay,” You replied with a grin. “I feel amazing.” “And I’d really like for you to fuck me now, Declan,” You added with a smirk as you grinned up at him.

Declan just stared down at you for a moment. Like he might have heard you wrong. And then wordlessly, with one frantic sweep of his arm, Declan pushed the scattered pens and papers off of the makeup-counter-turned-desk before he turned you around in his arms and bent you over at the waist. Kicking your legs apart as he rucked up the hem of your skirt. 

The tops of your pantyhose, the straps of your garters, and the flimsy panties only half-covering your cunt were all exposed to the cool air of the dressing room as your cheek pressed into the countertop. 

The still glistening wetness of your orgasm was smeared around, and you could feel it drip down your thighs as Declan’s hands trailed from your hips up your spine to your head.

Declan’s fist wrapped around your hair as he pulled your head up, arching your back for you as you as you oculd hear him spit down into the other hand, and then you felt the hard head of his cock notch against your entrance.

He paused for only a moment. Like he was waiting for you to protest. To say no.

“Please,” You begged as you keened against him, trying to press your hips backward despite the grip he has on your hair.

And then Delcan’s cock pushed inside you, and the unbearable tightness, the fullness, the sickening squelch of his cock pressing into the remnants of your orgasm. The most explicit and pornographic sounds, as you hear wetness and the slap of skin on skin fill the room, and the sound of your own heart beating in your throat and behind your ears, and sounds keening that you realize are coming from your mouth.

“You want the whole building to hear you, pretty girl?” Declan asked. Teasing. “Want them all to know just how desperate you are. And how well I’m fucking you.” “Hmmm,” You whine as you shut your mouth, to try and quiet your moans and the keening gasp from each thrust into you.

“God, you feel so good,” Delcan mutters as the hand in your hair tightens. “Like you were made for me.” You groan as your walls shudder around him.

“Open your eyes,” Declan orders as he pulls at the hair between his fingers.

Your eyes snap open at the order.

“Look at what you do to me,” He says as your eyes find his in the mirror. “And look at you.” “Look at what I do to you,” Declan says. “Could anyone else fuck you as good as this?”

You try to shake your head, pulling at Declan’s grasp as you bite your lip.

“Answer me,” Declan snaps impatiently. “Use your words.” “No, only you,” You get out, your voice shaky.

“Yeah?” Declan asked as his grasp on your hair drops, and your elbows have to fly up to try and catch you before your head drops back down to the desk. And you watch helplessly as Declan’s hands drop back down to your hips as he grips and thrusts into you harder and faster.

You can feel Declan’s control faltering as your own pleasure grows and grows. One of your hands slides down the desk between your body and the edge of the desk, where you find your clit and rub circles, your orgasm approaching as you clench down on Declan.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You gasp.

With a shudder, Delcan spills inside you.

And you both just pause there. Your eyes are watching his in the mirror of the makeup stand as you both just try to calm your breaths.

And then after a moment, Declan pulls out of you.

And the loss feels.. Sad. You feel empty.

And then you feel the drip, and you watch Declan’s expression in the mirror, and you know that he’s watching his spend drip out of you, and down your thighs. 

“Mr. O’Hara?” A voice calls out from the door after a rapid knock. “Mr. Baddingham is asking to see you in his office.” “I’ll be right there, thank you,” Declan calls back out. In a deceptively normal, calm voice.

“Don’t leave,” Declan informs you as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. “I’m driving you home.”

And you can’t do anything but nod as you try not to look as wrecked as you feel.

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i just binged what's available of your roy kent bantr series and omg!! the way you write him is so charming!!! i hope you'll write more at some point in the future! <3

thank you!! more is coming! (eventually) I just have to find the inspiration :)

[ballard96]

[peterpparkrr]

So Easy (To Fall In Love)

Pairing: John Shen x Nurse Practitioner!Reader

Summary: The new Night Shift Attending and the Night Shift’s Nurse Practitioner are both idiots.

Warnings: flirting in the workplace, nurse/doctor dynamic (which isn’t really an issue but idk), patient violence against healthcare workers (no one is injured), a kiss!

A/N: Dr. John Shen my unproblematic king! I fear I need everyone who works the night shift expeditiously.

“Want some?” Shen asked as he sidled up to you in the central hallway, matching your stride as you poked your head in on each patient, checking in to see if anyone needs anything or if any of the patients’ conditions have altered significantly.

“No, I’d rather die than drink your pond water,” You scoffed in response with a dismissive wave of your hand over his offensively large iced coffee-latte-thing from Dunkin. “Thank you.” “You’re the one drinking carcinogens in a can,” He replied as he pointed at the can in the front pocket of your scrub top.

“You and I both know that that study was debunked,” You replied as you glanced down at the can you just grabbed from the vending machine. It was still slightly cool; the press against your abdomen through your scrub top and undershirt was a silent reminder that if everything was fine, you could actually sit down for a moment any minute now. “Whatever you say, princess,” Shen replied with a shrug. “I’ve got a gnarly degloved finger in Central 8 if you want to stop by, watch me work my magic,” He offers casually as he splits off from you, doing a turn to give you that stupid half-smile he always offers everyone before righting himself and getting back to his job. “Shut up,” You called out after him. Absolutely no bite to your words at all.

As if you would give up the unspoken quiet and use this rare and beautiful downtime to watch him perform a procedure you’ve watched be performed countless times in your career. 

You sat at the station closest to C8 and crack open your Diet Coke, not turning around even once as you quietly sipped your soda and listened to the slightly muffled walkthrough that Dr. Shen is giving one of the med students as he walks her through the case and the thought process behind each step.

-

“You two are… unbelievable,” Mateo told you with a shake of his head when you came over to bug him at his station after finishing up with Shen on a tricky foreign object removal from the eye socket. 

Staple gun - 1. Your patient - 0.

Once you’d managed to calm the patient down and reassured him that if he stayed still long enough for you to actually help him, you would be able to remove the staple and ensure that he did not lose his eye or do any further damage to it. 

It had been nasty, and you wanted to tell Mateo all the details and see if you could get him to vomit. “Huh?” You asked instead. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you stared back at Mateo blankly.

“You and Shen,” Mateo replied. “It’s like disgusting.”

“Shut up,” You scoffed. “Donnie said he saw you two making eyes over that dude while he kept asking if he was going to be able to play pick up basketball ever again.”

“He was fine, just anxious, and I was running through proper removal technique with Dr. Shen,” You replied, shaking your head.

“Yeah, right,” Mateo replied. “You never get that close to me when you’re wanting my help,” He replied, his tone strangely clipped.

“I think you’re just jealous that I have work friends other than you,” You argued. “Especially since Javadi has been noticeably less giggly in your presence recently.”

“Yeah, right,” Mateo scoffed. But you saw his jaw tick slightly. Got’em.

“It’s okay, you can just admit you’re jealous,” You called out over your shoulder as you head off to check on a head lac. “And I have other work friends, too!” Mateo shouted  after you, sounding incredibly desperate. Which delighted you to no end. “And we’re not just work friends, we’re best friends!”

“Whatever you want to keep telling yourself!” You shouted back, laughing all the way back to triage.

-

“Fractured shoulder in South 13 for you,” Lena told you. 

“Lovely,” You replied with a sigh as you grabbed the tablet from her outstretched hand.

“I do my best for you, darling,” Lena replied. “Shen is the assigned physician.”

“Oh,” You replied a bit stupidly as you glanced down at the chart. “Oh,” Lena repeated back with a lilting tease. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, sweetheart.” “Aww, I knew you loved me best, Lena, baby!” You replied as you headed off, blowing her a kiss on your way. Only to be intercepted on your path by the very same doctor you were needing to find. 

“How come you never call me baby?” He asked with a pout.

“Do you want me to call you baby, Dr. Shen?” You asked after a moment.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Okay, baby,” You replied. “Let’s get this shoulder fracture worked up, then.” You stepped into the room and were already greeting the patient, which meant that you completely missed the way that John Shen buffered in the doorway like an ancient MacBook.

-

“Wanna teach a new intern how to do horizontal mattress sutures?” Shen asked as she strolled past your station, half-drunk Dunkin’ in hand. “Do I?” You asked as you glanced up at him over the top of your monitor. 

You did not.

But Shen was making sad puppy dog eyes at you when you looked up at him. “Please just say yes,” He replied with an added little pout. “Fine,” You muttered with a sigh. Jesus Christ, you were pathetic. Nazely smiled at you apologetically from where she was attached to Shen’s hip. “You’re an angel,” Shen replied with a grin as you forced yourself up and out of your chair. Falling into matched step beside him as he led you through the ED. “A princess, a goddess amongst men.”

“I know,” You replied dryly. “Have you ever done a horizontal mattress suture?” You asked as you turned to the Night Shift’s new intern. If only to get Shen to stop talking to you like that in front of a new coworker.

“No, but I’ve seen videos online,” Nazely replied. Blessedly refraining from asking any questions about the strange dynamic you knew you and Shen had.

You liked her already.

“It’s way more fun in person,” You told her with a grin as Shen pushed through into the C4 and the two of you followed.

“Hey there, Mr. Stein, I’ve got two of our best with me to get you stitched up and on your way,” Shen announced as you both smiled and greeted the patient. 

Mr. Stein held up a limp hand in greeting, and you could see the bandage wrapped over the space between the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand. Yep. Definitely gonna need a horizontal mattress.

“Let’s get you stitched up, Mr. Stein,” You told him with a smile as you pulled the suture materials out and started laying the tray. 

“Dr. Nazely Toomarian,” You prompted as you placed them on the table you’ve pulled up to the bedside as you helped Mr. Stein lay his hand down comfortably and flat, along with pulling up a rolling seat for each of you to sit on.

“Where do we start?” You asked her gently, prompting her with the questions you usually hear one of the Attendings or Senior Residents ask the students.

“Clean and numb the area,” Nazely replied.

You grinned.

“Exactly, we’ve got antiseptic and a syringe with 30 ccs of lidocaine with epinephrine and inject into the edges of the wound on both sides,” You explained aloud as you unwrapped, cleaned, and then numbed the wound.

“The suture gets its name from the way the needle passes through the tissue in a horizontal direction, like a mattress being stitched. I don’t really get it. Don’t ask. It involves taking bites on both sides of the wound, with a horizontal “under the skin” pass in between,” You continued. “Why do we use this type of suture on this particular wound?”

“The skin is under tension, it’s pulling apart. And this is a stress area, lots of movement,” Nazely replied. “Correct,” You replied with a nod. “So, I’m going to lift up the skiing edge and insert the needle perpendicular to the skin surface. With this one we’re going about four millimeters away from the edge. If it’s higher-tension you increase the bite size.”

“Then we cross the wound. Rotate the wrist, to go through the dermis.”

“Secure the needle, enter the second side,” You continue to explain out loud as you work. “Insert the needle perpendicularly through the dermis from the inside out, using the needle’s curve and wrist supination for smooth passage. Ensure both bites on either side have similar depth and distance from the wound edge for even closure.”

“Comple the first throw, and then we bury the next bite, make sense?” You asked. “Yeah,” she replied with a nod.

You glanced over your shoulder at Shen and he just smiled and threw up a low thumbs up.

“Reload the needle with the point facing away from you. Aim to create another horizontal throw about ten millimeters down from the first one. This is the buried bite and it will travel under the skin and back to the original entry point for knotting.”

“And then we do the same thing going back the other way. Come back to where we started, and tie the knot. Boom.”

“Woah,” Nazely replied.

“Now we follow those steps down the length of the wound to close completely,” You told her. “Any questions?” You ask as you glanced back up at her. “No, no, that makes sense,” She replied. “Good, now it’s your turn,” You told her as you flipped the forceps around to her.

She looked up at you with wide eyes but took the tools from you. After a few minutes she got into the flow and managed all the steps without asking you constantly if she was doing it right. Which was awesome.

“You’re a good teacher,” Shen told you as you two stepped out of the room, leaving Nazely to finish her notes. “Thank you,” You replied. Suddenly feeling strangely shy. “I’ve learned from some of the best.” “Aww,” He cooed as a hand came up to his heart. “Lena and Dana,” You replied.

“Oh,” he muttered.

“And watching some very impressive Attendings,” You added. “Dr. Abbot is just so good at his job.” 

“Shut up,” Shen scoffed as he knocked his shoulder against yours. 

“And this other kind of lame doctor I know,” You told him with a sidelong glance.

-

“I need hands for an incoming trauma,” Dr. Abbot announced as he tapped on the counter in front of you, pulling you and Shen out of your very intense debate over whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. The kind of stupid stuff that only people awake and working at three in the morning and sad people on the internet are still arguing about.

“Whatdya say?” Shen asked as he turned back to you with a grin, grasping your hands in his. “Will you do me the honor of scrubbing in with me?” He faux-proposed dramatically.

“Please stop flirting with nurses in front of the residents,” Abbot told Shen with a frown. Deeply unamused. “Just one nurse,” Shen protested. Very mildly protested. With a grin on his face.

“Ohkaaaay,” You muttered as you inched your chair away from Shen slightly.

“Well, I need both of you, so no talking,” Abbot said as he jerked his head toward the ambulance bay doors.

“But then how will we know what to do?” You asked innocently as you moved to stand. “No talking about anything other than the patient,” Abbot grumbled.

“Yes, sir,” You replied as Shen mock saluted him beside you.

He walked away muttering something under his breath. You can’t help but count your lucky stars that your union makes it borderline impossible for you to be fired due to your teasing of Senior Attendings. 

-

“Sir, I understand that you’re frustrated,” You stated firmly as you took a big step back toward the open door, your body turned slightly as you moved your hands slightly in front of your body, fingers outstretched.

“No!” “Please, Sir, I understand that you are angry, but I can only help you if you sit back down and then stay still,” You repeated. Keeping your voice low and soft. As soothing as you can manage.

“I won’t do anything without explaining it first, but I can’t do any of that if you’re not willing to 

“Hey!” Shen shouted from the doorway.

The sudden loud noise shocked your patient like an electrocution. Without pause he lunged forward toward the door. You stepped in between them on pure instinct. All of your training kicked in, self-defense classes you’d signed up for with Vivi and Princess, de-escalation training from the hospital, and your innate need to keep your coworkers safe. 

To keep John safe.

Your forearm whipped up and pushed outward, rotating your patient’s punch up and away as you pressed back against John, using your back to push him back into the doorway as your arms flew back up, elbows outstretched to push back and give you some space before your patient could react.

“We need help over here!” You called out as you continued to edge backward. Ahmad, one of the other security guards, and several nurses rushed over and you helped them restrain your patient long enough for Lena to bring you the sedative.

Once your patient is out and you’ve got him back on the bed, and the whole ordeal is somewhat calmed down - relaying what happened to Abbot, and then again to Lena - several times as she asks you soft question after gentle prodding (seriously, if Lena asks you one more time if you’re okay, maybe you will start crying) you head to the break room for your fifteen minute Lena-mandated break.

When you whip open the door Shen is already there. Sipping on his iced coffee and staring at the doorway like he was just waiting for you to come in.

“Oh, hey,” You stammered out as you stepped in, letting the door close behind you.

“Hey, I got you this,” He said as he held out a can of Diet Coke for you to grab. 

“Thanks,” You replied as you grabbed it. You tap it against your palm gently. Unsure of what to say. Or do.

“That was crazy,” John finally said as he looked up at you, his face calm, bordering on unemotional. “Yeah,” You replied with a nod as you finally slump down in the chair next to him.

“Crazy that you’re totally obsessed with me,” John continued.

“Shut up,” You hissed. “What you did was so stupid! Don’t you pay attention in the de-escalation training?” “Of course not, they’re way too early,” John replied with a shrug. “John,” You replied with a frown. Did he seriously not get how serious this was? “Why would I need to? Now that I know that you’re going to be my knight in shining armor whenever I get into a scrape,” He continued.

You want to say something. To point out again that what he did was stupid. That he could have been hurt. That you could have ended up hurt, caught in the crossfire. It wouldn’t be the first time a patient got the drop on you.

“Hey,” John finally said when he glanced over and saw the look on your face. “Hey, look at me.”

“Sorry, I want to do bits, I just think that kinda freaked me out more than I realized,” You admitted to him with a sigh.

“Of course, I’m sorry, Normally I’m pretty good at reading the room,” He replied.

“That – you protecting me– was hot,” He stated firmly. “And also was a situation that I don’t ever want to see you in again.” “John, half of that was your fault!” “I know, I know!” He replied, his hands held up in front of him in surrender. “But seriously, I learned my lesson, and I just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” You told him with another sigh. “Could be better, but ultimately okay.”

“What would make you feel even better?” He asked as he looked at you. “Other than that junk,” He gestured toward your still unopened Diet Coke.

“I dunno,” You replied with a shrug. “A kiss?”

“From anyone in particular? Because I think Abbot with a patient, but I could interrupt-”

“You know who,” You replied, cutting him off.

“Can you please say it? Just for my own ego?” He asked as he looked at you with his head slightly cocked to the side and a shit-eatting grin that would be pissing you off right about now if you didn’t find everything this guy did so oddly endearing. “I want you to kiss me, John Shen,” You tell him as you cock your own head to the side. “So what are you going to do about it?” “This,” He said as he reached for one of the chair legs beneath you before pulling your chair toward him until your face were a few inches apart. And then he kissed you.

“Now, was that so hard?” You murmured against his lips. And you felt his smile as he kissed you again.

[longingforlangdon]

obsessed with this one

[peterpparkrr]

omg tytyty!

[rosehathawhey]

RIVALS | 2x05

bonus:

[peterpparkrr]

I'm so glad you're writing for Declan, he definitely needs more love. Since you asked for requests, I'd love to read something with Declan being jealous, like the reader starts making him jealous with Baz or Rupert after seeing Declan go to London to see Maudie's play or something like that. That's just an idea; essentially, I'd really like to read something with him losing control because of jealousy. I apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language. I hope you have a great day!!

Thank you for the request, my love!! I hope you like this! It was so fun to write <3 

-

You knew it was a bad idea the moment you started. 

But the green-eyed monster got you when Declan told you he was going up to see Maud in “A Doll's House” in London.

Now, taking the kids up to London to see their mother perform? That you could have understood. 

You’re a reasonable woman. 

But there was nary a child in sight.

No, just the man you had been sleeping with for the last two months headed off to see his wife.

“I’m going for a meeting with the BBC about the Yeats Documentary, but if Maud finds out that I was in London and didn’t come see the show, she’ll murder me.”  

“Just one night,” He’d reassured you. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”

And like an idiot, you’d just smiled and nodded.

The pathetic behavior of a lovestruck idiot.

Because you’d spent the night alone watching Top of the Pops and eating a quart of Ice Cream in your flat. Painfully aware of Delcan’s absence in your evening, as you tried and struggled to sleep alone in your bed.

Only to wake up to a photo of Delcan and Maud posing on the front and center on the social pages.

His arm slung low around his waist as she plastered herself to his chest. Maud gave eyes to the camera while Declan stared straight down the lens.

Fine. 

Two could play that game. 

You were around The Priory with the others working on the Venturer project when Delcan’s ratty old hatchback pulled around the drive. 

“Bas, darling, can you help me with something?” You asked sweetly as you gestured for him to come over to your desk.

“‘Course,” He replied as he ambled over.

You smiled up at him sweetly, knowing that this would do the trick. 

“I’m afraid I just don’t seem to understand the rules,” You told Bas with a shake of your head as you jabbed your finger into the production plan for the Polo match they were supposed to be filming this weekend. “Can you explain them to me again? I want to make sure I have it down before we cover the match.”

Men were so easy.

It didn’t take some sort of vixen to figure out how to manipulate men. Just learning the simple fact that men liked to explain things to you.

And if there was one thing that Bas loved to talk about, it was Polo.

And before you knew it, he’d launched into an animated explanation. 

“The field is like the road, and each horse is a car. Just like on the road, you absolutely do not want to crash,” Bas explains as he leans over your shoulder, one arm braced on the back of your chair, the other holding your pencil, using the sheet of paper in front of you as a field as he drew little ‘x’s and ‘o’s all over it as he spoke. 

“Imagine the ball leaves an invisible, glowing trail behind it as it rolls, like a laser beam. The player who hit it last, or the player closest to it, owns that highway. If you are on defense, you cannot just cross that highway right in front of them. That is a massive foul because it causes head-on collisions. You have to safely merge lanes next to them.” You nodded along. Turning your face to the side as you looked up at Bas, catching sight of Declan across the room, right where he’d been when he’d first walked in. 

Still not making his way over to you. 

Fine. 

Then you’d keep playing your game.

“And who’s the chukker?” You asked as you blinked up at Bas. Bas chuckled. “Not a who. It’s the periods of play, darling, are you really that hopeless?” “‘Fraid so,” You replied with a shrug as you pouted up at him.

Bas shook his head.

“It’s a very uh- physical game. Should we talk through hooking now?” “What’s hooking?” You asked innocently.

Declan called your name out sharply. Too sharp and too loud for the room, which was saying something, given how rowdy this crowd got when they got working.

You and Bas both looked up sharply.

“A word?” Declan called out with a jerk of his head. You nodded.

“One sec, I’ll be right back,” You told Bas with a squeeze on his upper arm as you pushed out of your chair and moved to follow Declan as he pushed through the door into his actual office.

You didn’t stick around long enough to hear Bas’ response. If there is any. Because you don’t really care.

All you care about is Declan.

And what exactly he has to say for himself.

You close the door to his office firmly behind you. Crossing your arms over your chest as you step into the room to face Declan, where he’s already leaning against the edge of his desk, cigarette perched between his lips as he shakes his head at you.

“You are unbelievable,” He scoffed as he looked you up and down. “That was a cute little stunt out there.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” You said slowly. “You’re not?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re not aware of the way you were gazing up at Bas like a little puppy dog?” “Are you a stray, pretty girl? A lost puppy looking for a new owner?” You frowned. A deep crease forming between your brows. 

You didn’t want to deign to answer that question.

“Bas was helping me with the plan for the polo match,” You told him. “I wasn’t aware I wasn’t allowed to work with our coworkers anymore.”

“You might be able to fool a man like Bas with the dumb little girl act, but I know you better than to try that with me,” Declan replied lowly. 

“Come here,” He ground out impatiently.

Your feet were carrying you forward before your brain could react. “Did you like it?” Declan murmured as his hand reached out, grasping at your hip as he pulled you up against him, “His hand on your back, his breath on the side of your face?” He murmured as he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your cheek, your ear, and down to your neck, lips barely touching your skin, ghosting over your skin before he pulled away to look at you, waiting for your response. “No,” You replied with a quiet, shaky breath as you shook your head. “Then why’d you do it?” Declan asked. “Because I was mad at you, and I wanted to make you jealous,” You admitted in your small voice as your gaze dropped down to your shoes.

Declan frowned as he reached out for your chin, and tilted your head back up so your eyes had to reach his. “What did I do to deserve that?” “I saw the picture in the paper this morning, Declan,” You replied with a sigh.

“What?” Declan asked, leaning back against the desk, his brow furrowed in confusion. “There was a photo of you and her in the paper,” You replied. “Did you sleep with her last night, Delcan? After you saw her show?” You asked. Your voice gained volume and emotion as you looked back at him. All of the anxious thoughts from earlier this morning are coming fresh into your mind. “Are you going back to your wife?” “What?” Declan asked in disbelief. “I just want to know how much longer I have left with you,” You admitted in a bout of honesty you’d never prepared to admit aloud. 

How much you liked Declan. How much you wanted a future with him. And how scared you were of losing him. How it felt inevitable. “Are you kidding me?” Declan scoffed. “The picture is nothing. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with her?” “That’s not what it looked like in that photo,” You replied stubbornly. “Fuck the photo!” Declan snapped. His voice louder than you were prepared for, and you jolted with a shudder of surprise at the volume. “I’m sorry, but fucking hell, it’s nothing! We’re over,” Declan continued. “She’s your wife, Delcan,” You replied. “I’d understand if you went back to her. I wouldn’t like it. But I’d understand.” “I won’t be a mistress,” You continued with a shake of your head.  “I-” “You are my everything,” Declan cut you off. “Don’t you understand?”

“What?” You asked. “It’s you,” Declan implored. “You. Not her. Not anymore. Not last night. And never again.” “Only you,” He reiterated.

You studied his eyes closely as you watched him speak. You knew when he was talking shit. But this… this was all true. Which was horrifying, and exhilarating, all at once.

“Promise?” You asked as a peek of a smile cut through. “Swear,” Delcan replied as he mirrored your grin with one of his own as he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Hungry and desperate and smiling.

And you were smiling too. “Then prove it,” You told Delcan when you pulled back for a breath of air.

Declan smirked down at you.

“Gladly,” He replied as the hand he had curled around the back of your neck trailed down your spine notch by notch until it palmed your ass as the hand on your waist pulled you up to straddle your legs on either side of one of his thighs.

A hand on either hip guided your hips through the motion of a slow grind against Declan’s thigh, the friction of his pant leg through your own pants, and all of the layers of clothing between him and the wet heat pooling between your legs was still enough to send a shock of pleasure through your body.

“I think you liked making me jealous,” Declan murmured in your ear as his hands slowly guided you to a steady grinding pace as your clit found purchase on the delicious sensation of the pressure of the drag down his leg. “Turning me into a man possessed.”

“Wanting to own you. Claim you. In front of everyone. Not caring who sees,” He continued as he pushed you down harder. 

“Who could walk into this room any minute and see you, pathetic and writhing on top of me, desperate for any release I’ll give you.” “Declan,” You whined.

“You like it,” He replied as he pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you soundly, slipping his tongue between your lips to explore your mouth. “You love it. What we have. And so do I. More than anything,” He said, breathless, when you broke apart again. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous, baby,” He groaned as he looked down at your still-moving hips.  “Those little sounds, and the way you take anything I give you.”

You whined again, high and needy as you felt the pressure begin to build. Fuck, you were so close.

“No other man could treat you like this,” Declan told you. “Bas could never get you this hot and bothered, all without even taking off your clothes, now could he?” “Dec, I’m close,” You gasped. “Come, baby,” He told you as he let you find just the right angle and pressure to come.

Your orgasm crested over you with a silent gasp for air as your back arched before you dropped your head into Delcan’s shoulder.

He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as you caught your breath.

“Take off your pants, baby,” He finally spoke.

You stepped off of him on shaky legs and unbuckled your belt, and then unbuttoned your trousers, pulling them and your now-soaked underwear off in one swoop before pulling your blouse over your head as well.

Almost completely naked, other than your bra, as you stood in front of Declan, still fully clothed, despite the fact that you could see the outline of his hard cock through his own trousers.

  Declan moved to flip your positions, turning you so that your ass pressed into the edge of the desk before he lifted you from under your ass to perch right on the edge of the desk. His large palms then moved to spread your thighs and expose your naked cunt to the cool air of his office.

“Fuck, so gorgeous for me,” Declan groaned as he dropped one hand to palm his cock through his pants before they came back up to rub up and down your thighs. “All swollen and wet.” “Dec-” But before you could protest to the teasing, Declan’s mouth dipped to the apex of your thighs and moved against you, his nose pressed into you as his tongue lapped at your hole. 

Devouring you.

A man possessed. 

Or maybe the more accurate description was a man starved.

Because he lapped at your hole and the release of your first orgasm, at your clit, and your whole core like he hadn’t eaten in days.

It was ferocious and unrelenting. 

Your second orgasm came on fast and hard. Rolling over you with a full body spasm as your thighs clenched over Delcan’s ears, refusing to release him until the aftershocks made their way through you like a current.

“Fuck, Declan,” You groaned when you finally felt like you’d caught your breath enough to speak.

“I know, baby, you’re doing so good,” He reassured you as he pushed himself up from his knees to kiss you.

The salty, tangy taste of your own come mixed with his spit and your own, as you kiss him soundly. But you were too keyed up to give it another thought. “I want you to fuck me,” You told Delcan softly. “And I will,” Declan replied as your hands began to fumble with his pants. “I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

“Declan,” You protested as he swatted your shaky fingers away and ripped his pants open and shucked them down to his thighs, impatient as he pulled out the hard, hot length of his cock, wasting no time pressing the ruddy head against your still weeping hole, the spend of two orgasms leaking out. “You pull a stunt like that again, and I won’t be as nice about this,” He warned as he pushed into you, slow, but deep, as he pressed himself in until your hip bones met. And you felt impossibly full. The way you always did when Declan fucked you.

“I don’t need you to be nice,” You told him with a slight shake of your head as you urged your core to relax and allow Delcan to move.

“Good,” Declan replied as he began to move. The pace was fast and quick, frantic the way this whole reunion of sorts had been. You were desperate. But so was he. And it was hard to keep track of whose hands were where and whose mouth was kissing what, but you could feel him everywhere.

Delcan’s hands on your hips, squeezing your breasts through your bra, sucking on your neck, your collar bone, kissing your lips. While your hands fumbled for purchase in his hair, then his neck, before helplessly pawing at his back, raking your nails over him again and again as you slipped down the material of his shirt.

“Fuck, Declan, feels so good-” You groaned.

All of your sounds were met with groans of Delcan’s own, little moans and sighs matched by their equal, their opposite. 

Their partner.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can fuck you like this,” Declan told you. “Tell me.”

“You’re the only one,” You reassured him, the response coming quick and immediate. It wasn’t a thought. Or a consideration. He was. He was the only one you wanted. The only one you needed. 

“I’m gonna come,” Declan ground. The silent question of where hanging in the air between you as you moved to meet him, trying to chase your own climax. “Inside,” You replied as your hands dropped down to his hips, and moved to palm at his ass, helping push him deeper inside of you. “Inside?” Delcan asked. Like he’d hallucinated your answer. “Inside,” You confirmed with a nod as you gazed into his eyes, hoping that your own were expressing the truth of your statement to him. 

You wanted to feel him everywhere.

“Fuck, you’re so-” And then his hips stuttered, and you felt the hot release of him deep in you.

Your left hand moved to the apex of your thighs, finding your clit as Declan fucked a few more stuttered thrusts into you, fucking his come deep inside as you brought your own climax on with a shudder and a groan, clenching tightly around where Declan was still sheathed inside your core.

“Fuck,” You hissed as Delcan finally pulled out of you, the emptiness and the drip of both of your spend following. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Delcan murmured as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” You quipped.

“Bloody hell,” Delcan groaned. “That’s gonna be what you take away from this?”

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Rivals Masterlist

Declan O'Hara x Reader

Take It

Request: Jealous!Declan

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I'm so glad you're writing for Declan, he definitely needs more love. Since you asked for requests, I'd love to read something with Declan being jealous, like the reader starts making him jealous with Baz or Rupert after seeing Declan go to London to see Maudie's play or something like that. That's just an idea; essentially, I'd really like to read something with him losing control because of jealousy. I apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language. I hope you have a great day!!

Thank you for the request, my love!! I hope you like this! It was so fun to write <3 

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment you started. 

But the green-eyed monster got you when Declan told you he was going up to see Maud in “A Doll's House” in London.

Now, taking the kids up to London to see their mother perform? That you could have understood. 

You’re a reasonable woman. 

But there was nary a child in sight.

No, just the man you had been sleeping with for the last two months headed off to see his wife.

“I’m going for a meeting with the BBC about the Yeats Documentary, but if Maud finds out that I was in London and didn’t come see the show, she’ll murder me.”  

“Just one night,” He’d reassured you. Pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”

And like an idiot, you’d just smiled and nodded.

The pathetic behavior of a lovestruck idiot.

Because you’d spent the night alone watching Top of the Pops and eating a quart of Ice Cream in your flat. Painfully aware of Delcan’s absence in your evening, as you tried and struggled to sleep alone in your bed.

Only to wake up to a photo of Delcan and Maud posing on the front and center on the social pages.

His arm slung low around his waist as she plastered herself to his chest. Maud gave eyes to the camera while Declan stared straight down the lens.

Fine. 

Two could play that game. 

You were around The Priory with the others working on the Venturer project when Delcan’s ratty old hatchback pulled around the drive. 

“Bas, darling, can you help me with something?” You asked sweetly as you gestured for him to come over to your desk.

“‘Course,” He replied as he ambled over.

You smiled up at him sweetly, knowing that this would do the trick. 

“I’m afraid I just don’t seem to understand the rules,” You told Bas with a shake of your head as you jabbed your finger into the production plan for the Polo match they were supposed to be filming this weekend. “Can you explain them to me again? I want to make sure I have it down before we cover the match.”

Men were so easy.

It didn’t take some sort of vixen to figure out how to manipulate men. Just learning the simple fact that men liked to explain things to you.

And if there was one thing that Bas loved to talk about, it was Polo.

And before you knew it, he’d launched into an animated explanation. 

“The field is like the road, and each horse is a car. Just like on the road, you absolutely do not want to crash,” Bas explains as he leans over your shoulder, one arm braced on the back of your chair, the other holding your pencil, using the sheet of paper in front of you as a field as he drew little ‘x’s and ‘o’s all over it as he spoke. 

“Imagine the ball leaves an invisible, glowing trail behind it as it rolls, like a laser beam. The player who hit it last, or the player closest to it, owns that highway. If you are on defense, you cannot just cross that highway right in front of them. That is a massive foul because it causes head-on collisions. You have to safely merge lanes next to them.” You nodded along. Turning your face to the side as you looked up at Bas, catching sight of Declan across the room, right where he’d been when he’d first walked in. 

Still not making his way over to you. 

Fine. 

Then you’d keep playing your game.

“And who’s the chukker?” You asked as you blinked up at Bas. Bas chuckled. “Not a who. It’s the periods of play, darling, are you really that hopeless?” “‘Fraid so,” You replied with a shrug as you pouted up at him.

Bas shook his head.

“It’s a very uh- physical game. Should we talk through hooking now?” “What’s hooking?” You asked innocently.

Declan called your name out sharply. Too sharp and too loud for the room, which was saying something, given how rowdy this crowd got when they got working.

You and Bas both looked up sharply.

“A word?” Declan called out with a jerk of his head. You nodded.

“One sec, I’ll be right back,” You told Bas with a squeeze on his upper arm as you pushed out of your chair and moved to follow Declan as he pushed through the door into his actual office.

You didn’t stick around long enough to hear Bas’ response. If there is any. Because you don’t really care.

All you care about is Declan.

And what exactly he has to say for himself.

You close the door to his office firmly behind you. Crossing your arms over your chest as you step into the room to face Declan, where he’s already leaning against the edge of his desk, cigarette perched between his lips as he shakes his head at you.

“You are unbelievable,” He scoffed as he looked you up and down. “That was a cute little stunt out there.” “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” You said slowly. “You’re not?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re not aware of the way you were gazing up at Bas like a little puppy dog?” “Are you a stray, pretty girl? A lost puppy looking for a new owner?” You frowned. A deep crease forming between your brows. 

You didn’t want to deign to answer that question.

“Bas was helping me with the plan for the polo match,” You told him. “I wasn’t aware I wasn’t allowed to work with our coworkers anymore.”

“You might be able to fool a man like Bas with the dumb little girl act, but I know you better than to try that with me,” Declan replied lowly. 

“Come here,” He ground out impatiently.

Your feet were carrying you forward before your brain could react. “Did you like it?” Declan murmured as his hand reached out, grasping at your hip as he pulled you up against him, “His hand on your back, his breath on the side of your face?” He murmured as he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your cheek, your ear, and down to your neck, lips barely touching your skin, ghosting over your skin before he pulled away to look at you, waiting for your response. “No,” You replied with a quiet, shaky breath as you shook your head. “Then why’d you do it?” Declan asked. “Because I was mad at you, and I wanted to make you jealous,” You admitted in your small voice as your gaze dropped down to your shoes.

Declan frowned as he reached out for your chin, and tilted your head back up so your eyes had to reach his. “What did I do to deserve that?” “I saw the picture in the paper this morning, Declan,” You replied with a sigh.

“What?” Declan asked, leaning back against the desk, his brow furrowed in confusion. “There was a photo of you and her in the paper,” You replied. “Did you sleep with her last night, Delcan? After you saw her show?” You asked. Your voice gained volume and emotion as you looked back at him. All of the anxious thoughts from earlier this morning are coming fresh into your mind. “Are you going back to your wife?” “What?” Declan asked in disbelief. “I just want to know how much longer I have left with you,” You admitted in a bout of honesty you’d never prepared to admit aloud. 

How much you liked Declan. How much you wanted a future with him. And how scared you were of losing him. How it felt inevitable. “Are you kidding me?” Declan scoffed. “The picture is nothing. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with her?” “That’s not what it looked like in that photo,” You replied stubbornly. “Fuck the photo!” Declan snapped. His voice louder than you were prepared for, and you jolted with a shudder of surprise at the volume. “I’m sorry, but fucking hell, it’s nothing! We’re over,” Declan continued. “She’s your wife, Delcan,” You replied. “I’d understand if you went back to her. I wouldn’t like it. But I’d understand.” “I won’t be a mistress,” You continued with a shake of your head.  “I-” “You are my everything,” Declan cut you off. “Don’t you understand?”

“What?” You asked. “It’s you,” Declan implored. “You. Not her. Not anymore. Not last night. And never again.” “Only you,” He reiterated.

You studied his eyes closely as you watched him speak. You knew when he was talking shit. But this… this was all true. Which was horrifying, and exhilarating, all at once.

“Promise?” You asked as a peek of a smile cut through. “Swear,” Delcan replied as he mirrored your grin with one of his own as he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Hungry and desperate and smiling.

And you were smiling too. “Then prove it,” You told Delcan when you pulled back for a breath of air.

Declan smirked down at you.

“Gladly,” He replied as the hand he had curled around the back of your neck trailed down your spine notch by notch until it palmed your ass as the hand on your waist pulled you up to straddle your legs on either side of one of his thighs.

A hand on either hip guided your hips through the motion of a slow grind against Declan’s thigh, the friction of his pant leg through your own pants, and all of the layers of clothing between him and the wet heat pooling between your legs was still enough to send a shock of pleasure through your body.

“I think you liked making me jealous,” Declan murmured in your ear as his hands slowly guided you to a steady grinding pace as your clit found purchase on the delicious sensation of the pressure of the drag down his leg. “Turning me into a man possessed.”

“Wanting to own you. Claim you. In front of everyone. Not caring who sees,” He continued as he pushed you down harder. 

“Who could walk into this room any minute and see you, pathetic and writhing on top of me, desperate for any release I’ll give you.” “Declan,” You whined.

“You like it,” He replied as he pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you soundly, slipping his tongue between your lips to explore your mouth. “You love it. What we have. And so do I. More than anything,” He said, breathless, when you broke apart again. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous, baby,” He groaned as he looked down at your still-moving hips.  “Those little sounds, and the way you take anything I give you.”

You whined again, high and needy as you felt the pressure begin to build. Fuck, you were so close.

“No other man could treat you like this,” Declan told you. “Bas could never get you this hot and bothered, all without even taking off your clothes, now could he?” “Dec, I’m close,” You gasped. “Come, baby,” He told you as he let you find just the right angle and pressure to come.

Your orgasm crested over you with a silent gasp for air as your back arched before you dropped your head into Delcan’s shoulder.

He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as you caught your breath.

“Take off your pants, baby,” He finally spoke.

You stepped off of him on shaky legs and unbuckled your belt, and then unbuttoned your trousers, pulling them and your now-soaked underwear off in one swoop before pulling your blouse over your head as well.

Almost completely naked, other than your bra, as you stood in front of Declan, still fully clothed, despite the fact that you could see the outline of his hard cock through his own trousers.

  Declan moved to flip your positions, turning you so that your ass pressed into the edge of the desk before he lifted you from under your ass to perch right on the edge of the desk. His large palms then moved to spread your thighs and expose your naked cunt to the cool air of his office.

“Fuck, so gorgeous for me,” Declan groaned as he dropped one hand to palm his cock through his pants before they came back up to rub up and down your thighs. “All swollen and wet.” “Dec-” But before you could protest to the teasing, Declan’s mouth dipped to the apex of your thighs and moved against you, his nose pressed into you as his tongue lapped at your hole. 

Devouring you.

A man possessed. 

Or maybe the more accurate description was a man starved.

Because he lapped at your hole and the release of your first orgasm, at your clit, and your whole core like he hadn’t eaten in days.

It was ferocious and unrelenting. 

Your second orgasm came on fast and hard. Rolling over you with a full body spasm as your thighs clenched over Delcan’s ears, refusing to release him until the aftershocks made their way through you like a current.

“Fuck, Declan,” You groaned when you finally felt like you’d caught your breath enough to speak.

“I know, baby, you’re doing so good,” He reassured you as he pushed himself up from his knees to kiss you.

The salty, tangy taste of your own come mixed with his spit and your own, as you kiss him soundly. But you were too keyed up to give it another thought. “I want you to fuck me,” You told Delcan softly. “And I will,” Declan replied as your hands began to fumble with his pants. “I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

“Declan,” You protested as he swatted your shaky fingers away and ripped his pants open and shucked them down to his thighs, impatient as he pulled out the hard, hot length of his cock, wasting no time pressing the ruddy head against your still weeping hole, the spend of two orgasms leaking out. “You pull a stunt like that again, and I won’t be as nice about this,” He warned as he pushed into you, slow, but deep, as he pressed himself in until your hip bones met. And you felt impossibly full. The way you always did when Declan fucked you.

“I don’t need you to be nice,” You told him with a slight shake of your head as you urged your core to relax and allow Delcan to move.

“Good,” Declan replied as he began to move. The pace was fast and quick, frantic the way this whole reunion of sorts had been. You were desperate. But so was he. And it was hard to keep track of whose hands were where and whose mouth was kissing what, but you could feel him everywhere.

Delcan’s hands on your hips, squeezing your breasts through your bra, sucking on your neck, your collar bone, kissing your lips. While your hands fumbled for purchase in his hair, then his neck, before helplessly pawing at his back, raking your nails over him again and again as you slipped down the material of his shirt.

“Fuck, Declan, feels so good-” You groaned.

All of your sounds were met with groans of Delcan’s own, little moans and sighs matched by their equal, their opposite. 

Their partner.

“Tell me I’m the only one who can fuck you like this,” Declan told you. “Tell me.”

“You’re the only one,” You reassured him, the response coming quick and immediate. It wasn’t a thought. Or a consideration. He was. He was the only one you wanted. The only one you needed. 

“I’m gonna come,” Declan ground. The silent question of where hanging in the air between you as you moved to meet him, trying to chase your own climax. “Inside,” You replied as your hands dropped down to his hips, and moved to palm at his ass, helping push him deeper inside of you. “Inside?” Delcan asked. Like he’d hallucinated your answer. “Inside,” You confirmed with a nod as you gazed into his eyes, hoping that your own were expressing the truth of your statement to him. 

You wanted to feel him everywhere.

“Fuck, you’re so-” And then his hips stuttered, and you felt the hot release of him deep in you.

Your left hand moved to the apex of your thighs, finding your clit as Declan fucked a few more stuttered thrusts into you, fucking his come deep inside as you brought your own climax on with a shudder and a groan, clenching tightly around where Declan was still sheathed inside your core.

“Fuck,” You hissed as Delcan finally pulled out of you, the emptiness and the drip of both of your spend following. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Delcan murmured as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Maybe I should make you jealous more often,” You quipped.

“Bloody hell,” Delcan groaned. “That’s gonna be what you take away from this?”

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Take It

Declan O’Hara x Reader

Summary: Declan gives you what you want.

A/N: Daddy? Huh? Daddy?

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, light choking, technically dom/sub dynamics, bratty!reader, p in v intercourse, creampie (this is baby’s first standalone smut scene so puhlease be nice to me)

“Can you take it?” “Fuck,” You ground out. “Fuck! Yes. I can,” You hissed through clenched teeth.

You’d take anything this man would give you. 

And you would thank him for it.

Gladly. 

“How many fingers can you take?” Declan asked, his mouth level with your ear, his breath blowing against the stray hairs that were stuck to the sweat on your brow as two of his fingers pumped in and out of you at an almost relentless pace. You’d take as many as he’d give you.

“More,” You replied, your voice coming out stringy and pathetic. 

But you were too far gone to feel embarrassed about any of that. 

No, you just needed to come. “Yes, ma’am,” Declan obliged as he added a third finger, and stretched your weeping cunt impossibly wider. 

“Fuck,” You gasped as your hands flew up to Declan’s shoulders as you tried desperately to steady yourself on his solid form. Your legs were threatening to give out from where you were propped up on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“I thought you could take it? You just said you wanted more. Always bloody more with you,” Declan growled in a low rasp as his other hand left your hip and moved to cup your jaw and force your head to look up into his eyes. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to take it.” “Mmhmm,” You hummed.

Declan raised his eyebrows. “Use your words,” He instructed.

“Yes, sir,” You mouthed.

“Good,” he replied before his gaze dropped back down to where his fingers were hammering in and out of you, and you both had to listen to the graphic wet sound of it while you hummed out quiet moans.

“You gonna come?” Declan asked.

“Mmm,” You moaned.

Declan made a soft tsk noise as the hand on your jaw slipped down to your neck, where he pressed just enough to warn you.

“Yes, sir,” You corrected. “I’m going to come. I want to come.”

And you did. You were close.

And then Delcan’s thumb reached up to rub at your clit, and you saw stars.

“Come,” He commanded.

And with the way his hand was working you, you had no choice but to give in to the feeling and let your orgasm crest over you. The tension built up until your thighs school and you pushed to snap them closed, but Declan’s thighs kept them pressed open as he continued to fuck his fingers into you and work you through your orgasm. 

You came with a choked gasp as your eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck,” You gasped out.

“Good girl,” Delcan said as he finally pulled his fingers out of you, covered in your come. The feeling of emptiness was short-lived as you watched him bring those three fingers up to his mouth and suck them between his lips as you felt the gush of your wetness drip out of you.

“See, you could take it,” Declan told you once he popped his fingers out of his mouth.

“I did,” You replied.

“Do I get a prize?” You asked with a smirk.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” Declan asked as he cocked his head to the side.

You reached for the waist of his pants and pulled him into the crux of your legs, and reached for the seat of his pants to palm his cock. Already hard, just from getting you off. 

“Use your words,” He told you. “I want your cock, Declan,” You reply with an unamused roll of your eyes. “Oh, now you want to have an attitude? I thought I’d fucked that out of you with that orgasm you just had,” Declan asked. “And never even thanked me for.” “Thank you for the orgasm, Declan,” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “Now, can you please fuck me?” Your hands unbuckled his belt and moved to unbutton his pants, your fingers dipping eagerly into his boxers to grasp his cock and pull him out, giving him a few strokes before Declan pushed your hand aside and crowded you back up onto the counter.

“I’ll fuck you alright,” He replied as he guided the blunt head of his cock up to your core, taking a few slow swipes from your clit down to your hole.

“And you’re gonna take everything I give you, aren’t you?” “Yes,” You ground out as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, a slow tease as he pushed into you with such agonizing slowness that you almost pressed your jaw into his shoulder and bit him to express your displeasure. “Because you’re such a good, good girl,” He replied as he finally pushed in, deep and true as his hips pressed to meet the flesh of your upper thighs. “I am,” You groaned at the fullness of it all. Completely filled to the brim with Declan.

The best feeling in the world. “So take it,” He replied.

And then he began to move. 

If you thought he’d change it up, you were dead wrong. 

No, instead began to thrust in and out of your weeping cunt with the same ferocious pace that he’d just fucked into you with your fingers. Your core gave way easily to his motions, thanks to the way his fingers head already stretched your cunt out and the lubrication your orgasm had supplied. It was effortless as he snapped his hips up into you again and again, never pausing, ever giving you a moment’s pause.

“Fuck,” You hissed as the burn began to build. 

“Yes!” You gasped. You would never get tired of this. You would never say no to this. The way that Declan gave in to you over and over again with passion and a complete lack of restraint.

Like a man starved.

You groaned again.

“You take me so well,” Declan praised you as he moved against you, his head coming down to the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw before kissing you deeply as he continued to thrust hard and deep.

“I want you to come,” You told him as your forehead pressed against his, your head threatening to lolled forward. “I want you to come inside me, please.” “You begging?” He asked.

A tease. “Please, Declan,” You whined. “Please come in me.” “Fuck, pretty girl, you feel so good,” He muttered as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Like looking at you was too much. 

Would send him over the edge. “So good you’ll come?” You asked, unrelenting. You wanted it. More than anything. “Fuck,” He ground out as he pressed his thumb against your clit again, the tried and true technique to have your cunt clenching around him as he pushed the wave of another orgasm higher and higher.

“Didn’t know you could get this wet,” He commented as he worked you up to meet him. “But the thought of my cum painting the inside of this pretty wet cunt, that does it for you, doesn’t it?” “My little depraved girl,” He grinned. “Fuck, Dec-” You gasped, your words cut off by a sharp thrust right up against your g-spot had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-” “I’ll come inside you if you’re a good girl and come for me,” Declan replied. And that’s all it took to send you over. 

Your vision flashed white as the haze of pleasure coursed through you, hot and bright and you came with a yelp.

Declan gave a few more stuttering thrusts into your quivering cunt before he came with a groan and pressed deep, holding himself there while you heaved for air and he stared down at your fucked out face, whisps of hair stuck to the sweat on your brow, entire face flushed, and eyes dark and wide as you looked up at him.

“Good girl,” Declan praised you with a grin. “Told you you could take it.”

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Take It

Declan O’Hara x Reader

Summary: Declan gives you what you want.

A/N: Daddy? Huh? Daddy?

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, light choking, technically dom/sub dynamics, bratty!reader, p in v intercourse, creampie (this is baby’s first standalone smut scene so puhlease be nice to me)

“Can you take it?” “Fuck,” You ground out. “Fuck! Yes. I can,” You hissed through clenched teeth.

You’d take anything this man would give you. 

And you would thank him for it.

Gladly. 

“How many fingers can you take?” Declan asked, his mouth level with your ear, his breath blowing against the stray hairs that were stuck to the sweat on your brow as two of his fingers pumped in and out of you at an almost relentless pace. You’d take as many as he’d give you.

“More,” You replied, your voice coming out stringy and pathetic. 

But you were too far gone to feel embarrassed about any of that. 

No, you just needed to come. “Yes, ma’am,” Declan obliged as he added a third finger, and stretched your weeping cunt impossibly wider. 

“Fuck,” You gasped as your hands flew up to Declan’s shoulders as you tried desperately to steady yourself on his solid form. Your legs were threatening to give out from where you were propped up on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“I thought you could take it? You just said you wanted more. Always bloody more with you,” Declan growled in a low rasp as his other hand left your hip and moved to cup your jaw and force your head to look up into his eyes. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to take it.” “Mmhmm,” You hummed.

Declan raised his eyebrows. “Use your words,” He instructed.

“Yes, sir,” You mouthed.

“Good,” he replied before his gaze dropped back down to where his fingers were hammering in and out of you, and you both had to listen to the graphic wet sound of it while you hummed out quiet moans.

“You gonna come?” Declan asked.

“Mmm,” You moaned.

Declan made a soft tsk noise as the hand on your jaw slipped down to your neck, where he pressed just enough to warn you.

“Yes, sir,” You corrected. “I’m going to come. I want to come.”

And you did. You were close.

And then Delcan’s thumb reached up to rub at your clit, and you saw stars.

“Come,” He commanded.

And with the way his hand was working you, you had no choice but to give in to the feeling and let your orgasm crest over you. The tension built up until your thighs school and you pushed to snap them closed, but Declan’s thighs kept them pressed open as he continued to fuck his fingers into you and work you through your orgasm. 

You came with a choked gasp as your eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck,” You gasped out.

“Good girl,” Delcan said as he finally pulled his fingers out of you, covered in your come. The feeling of emptiness was short-lived as you watched him bring those three fingers up to his mouth and suck them between his lips as you felt the gush of your wetness drip out of you.

“See, you could take it,” Declan told you once he popped his fingers out of his mouth.

“I did,” You replied.

“Do I get a prize?” You asked with a smirk.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” Declan asked as he cocked his head to the side.

You reached for the waist of his pants and pulled him into the crux of your legs, and reached for the seat of his pants to palm his cock. Already hard, just from getting you off. 

“Use your words,” He told you. “I want your cock, Declan,” You reply with an unamused roll of your eyes. “Oh, now you want to have an attitude? I thought I’d fucked that out of you with that orgasm you just had,” Declan asked. “And never even thanked me for.” “Thank you for the orgasm, Declan,” You replied with a roll of your eyes. “Now, can you please fuck me?” Your hands unbuckled his belt and moved to unbutton his pants, your fingers dipping eagerly into his boxers to grasp his cock and pull him out, giving him a few strokes before Declan pushed your hand aside and crowded you back up onto the counter.

“I’ll fuck you alright,” He replied as he guided the blunt head of his cock up to your core, taking a few slow swipes from your clit down to your hole.

“And you’re gonna take everything I give you, aren’t you?” “Yes,” You ground out as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance, a slow tease as he pushed into you with such agonizing slowness that you almost pressed your jaw into his shoulder and bit him to express your displeasure. “Because you’re such a good, good girl,” He replied as he finally pushed in, deep and true as his hips pressed to meet the flesh of your upper thighs. “I am,” You groaned at the fullness of it all. Completely filled to the brim with Declan.

The best feeling in the world. “So take it,” He replied.

And then he began to move. 

If you thought he’d change it up, you were dead wrong. 

No, instead began to thrust in and out of your weeping cunt with the same ferocious pace that he’d just fucked into you with your fingers. Your core gave way easily to his motions, thanks to the way his fingers head already stretched your cunt out and the lubrication your orgasm had supplied. It was effortless as he snapped his hips up into you again and again, never pausing, ever giving you a moment’s pause.

“Fuck,” You hissed as the burn began to build. 

“Yes!” You gasped. You would never get tired of this. You would never say no to this. The way that Declan gave in to you over and over again with passion and a complete lack of restraint.

Like a man starved.

You groaned again.

“You take me so well,” Declan praised you as he moved against you, his head coming down to the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw before kissing you deeply as he continued to thrust hard and deep.

“I want you to come,” You told him as your forehead pressed against his, your head threatening to lolled forward. “I want you to come inside me, please.” “You begging?” He asked.

A tease. “Please, Declan,” You whined. “Please come in me.” “Fuck, pretty girl, you feel so good,” He muttered as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. Like looking at you was too much. 

Would send him over the edge. “So good you’ll come?” You asked, unrelenting. You wanted it. More than anything. “Fuck,” He ground out as he pressed his thumb against your clit again, the tried and true technique to have your cunt clenching around him as he pushed the wave of another orgasm higher and higher.

“Didn’t know you could get this wet,” He commented as he worked you up to meet him. “But the thought of my cum painting the inside of this pretty wet cunt, that does it for you, doesn’t it?” “My little depraved girl,” He grinned. “Fuck, Dec-” You gasped, your words cut off by a sharp thrust right up against your g-spot had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-” “I’ll come inside you if you’re a good girl and come for me,” Declan replied. And that’s all it took to send you over. 

Your vision flashed white as the haze of pleasure coursed through you, hot and bright and you came with a yelp.

Declan gave a few more stuttering thrusts into your quivering cunt before he came with a groan and pressed deep, holding himself there while you heaved for air and he stared down at your fucked out face, whisps of hair stuck to the sweat on your brow, entire face flushed, and eyes dark and wide as you looked up at him.

“Good girl,” Declan praised you with a grin. “Told you you could take it.”

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guys... it's #wantingtofucktheoldman hours so send me your jack abbot and/or declan o'hara requests and i'll write some drabbles

[stachedmen]

Aidan Turner, Rivals 2x01

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Heard It Through the Grapevine (ch. 3)

Pairing: Previous!Frank Langdon x f!Reader, Jack Abbot x f!Reader

Summary: Reader goes on a date. Word gets around the hospital.

Warnings: Kissing (and descriptions of tongues in mouths), medical inaccuracies, teasing/bullying, eternally unbetaed

ch. 1 / ch. 2

"Thank you, Jack," You replied with a nod as you grabbed the chart from his hands.

"Will I see you... later?" He asked quietly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You smiled, your eyes flicked down to the tablet in your hands, the patient's chart still opened to where he’d transferred her over to you.

You guys had been dancing around each other for weeks. After he’d told you about his wife passing you’d felt awful, and he’d taken full advantage, teasing you at every opening. But now you’d been flirting at shift change for a few weeks, and Jack Abbot had started asking you out on dates.

There’d been an exchange of numbers. Texting. He’d sent you emojis that he definitely didn’t fully grasp how to use. It was all building up to something.

You’d been brushing him off lightly for a while. Lots of ‘maybe another nights’ or ‘I can’t this weekend, I already have plans.’

Because yes, you wanted to go out with him. But dating a coworker? Even one who wasn’t on the same shift, felt a little too close to home. Mixing personal and professional? It just felt dangerous. You’d tried the most lowkey version of that before, and it had all blown up in your face and was the reason you couldn’t be in the same room as Frank Langdon.

"I-" You stammered. 

"Just say yes," He pressed. "I know you want to," He added.

You sighed.

Fuck it. It’s not like this could go any worse than the Frank situation, right? I mean, Jack’s wife was dead. So he already had one up in that area.

So yeah, why not?

"Okay," You replied with a nod as you smiled at him softly. "Yeah."

If Jack was at all surprised that you’d finally relented, he didn’t show it; instead, he matched your smile with his own and nodded.

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight,” He replied. “I’ll text you my address,” You told him with a smile.

“Looking forward to it,” Jack said before he turned on his heels and headed out.

Your gaze dropped down to the chart in your hands as you pretended to read it, scrolling even though you weren’t internalizing any of the words you were looking at, as you smiled to yourself. You couldn’t help it.

“Hot date?” McKay asked as she stopped beside you, nudging your shoulder with hers. You shook your head, but she saw the look on your face, and the way you’d watched Dr. Abbot leave.

And so did Frank.

Jack Abbot buzzed your apartment when he picked you up. No text from the car. No honk of the horn. He came up to the door and found your last name on the call box and buzzed you. 

You wouldn't have even known that that’s what was causing the horrific screech through your apartment if your father hadn’t used it when your parents helped you move to Pittsburgh four years ago.

“I’ll be right down!” You shouted into the box once you’ve located the call button. Grabbed your purse from the counter, pulled your shoes on as you rushed down the stairs.

“Hi,” You said as you came around the corner and pushed through the main door to your building’s entryway, your greeting sounding more breathless than you wanted it to. “Hey,” Jack replied when you. “You didn’t need to rush.” “Oh, no elevator, and I’m in horrible shape, so… I’m kind of permanently out of breath,” You told him, shrugging it off. “I would have invited you up but I was ready, and my new roommate is kind of…intense,” You added. “She’s a second-year surgery resident.”

There was really no need to add any additional information to that statement. 

Plus, you knew he was a transtibial amputee, and even if he was in good enough shape to run around the ED all shift long, you didn’t want to subject him to the three flights of stairs up to your door just to turn around and come right back down.

“I see,” He replied with a nod as he gestured to his car parked on the curb. Jeep Wrangler. Fancy. Expensive. 

You nodded appreciatively (mostly to yourself) as you hopped in. “Where are we going?” You ask once you’ve fastened your seatbelt. “I didn’t know what to dress for,” You added as you gestured down to your outfit. You’d figured a simple dress was safe. You couldn’t imagine Jack forcing you into some sort of physical activity after a full shift. “Well, you look amazing,” He replied as he glanced down at what you were wearing, for seemingly the first time. “Just dinner, thought it might be nice for us to just be somewhere that isn’t work.”

“That sounds nice,” You replied with a nod.

You’re glad you wore a dress. The restaurant is fancy. Like…more expensive than pretty much any restaurant you’ve even been to. The type of place your parents took you when you graduated from Med School. 

Maybe even nicer than that restaurant.

A special occasion type of place.

Which made your stomach flip in a strangely pleasant kind of way.

Until you’d been seated and handed a menu and the prices made your stomach drop in a very not-pleasant way.

“Jack…” You muttered as you glanced over the top of your menu at him. “What? I thought you liked Japanese food?” He asked as his brow furrowed in concern.

“I do, but…” “What’s wrong?” He asked as he leaned over the table. “This is too much,” You told him, shaking your head. “They’re charging $10 for one piece of sushi!”

“It’s very good sushi,” Jack replied with a shrug.

You stared back at him, unamused. “I’m a doctor, Bug, I can afford to splurge on dinner every once and a while,” Jack continued when he realized this was actually bugging you. “Especially on you,” He added wryly.

You groaned. This was a nightmare.

“Well, we’re splitting the check,” You finally stated as you set your menu down. Jack studied you for a moment. Like was considering if it was worth arguing with you. 

You raised your eyebrows at him in a silent challenge.

“How about I pay this time, and you pay next time?” He asked cautiously. Clearly he’d weighed his arguments carefully.

“Jack–” You started to protest. “You’re a fellow, you’re finally playing off your med school loans, right?” He asked.

You nodded. You’d probably be paying off your loans for the rest of your life. “I didn’t have any, the one good thing that came out of my time in the army,” Jack replied. “But Robby didn’t pay his off until he was forty,” “Forty?” You asked as you stared back at Jack with wide eyes.

Jack grinned.

“If you let me pay tonight just think of how much faster you’ll be debt-free,” He replied.

You looked at him with a faint look of distrust before you finally nodded in assent.

“Fine,” You told him. “But I’m paying next time.” “Next time,” Jack replied.

And then you realized what you’d said, and your cheeks were immediately hot. 

But, well, yeah. It was Jack, not some rando you’d met on Hinge or Bumble or whatever. You already liked him. And he already liked you, so you felt pretty confident that there would be a second date. 

And that you were going to have to plan your next date. Because you cannot relax sitting in a restaurant this fancy.

The rest of the date is a breeze. You both try very valiantly to not talk about work. And you probably make it about thirty, fourty-five minutes in talking about your families before it comes back to work because… well, it’s kind of the only thing either of you have.

But swapping horror stories with Jack is fun. He has great stories from his time as a resident and you tell him some of your most embarrassing stories from undergrad and med school.

“I never thought I’d be grateful that I went through med school at the turn of the century,” Jack replied, shaking his head after you finished a particularly horrific story about our classmates in med school starting a rumors about you being pregnant with the baby of the Head of Surgery at your teaching hospital (because you’d gained some weight, which, y’know, was super cool) – only for it to turn out that that same Head of Surgery really had gotten another one of your classmates pregnant during a year-long affair. 

“The war in Afghanistan might not have actually been that bad,” He told you.

Jack walked on the outside of the sidewalk (next to the street) when you were walking back to his car. 

He opened the car door for you. Let you pick the music.

You were feeling truly wooed.

“I had a really nice time,” You told Jack when he pulled up to your apartment building.

“Me too, I’m glad you said yes,” He replied. “Finally?” You bookended his sentence. 

You winced slightly when he didn’t deny it. 

“Sorry, I tend to get in my head about this kind of thing,” You admitted as you glanced over the center console at him. “What kind of thing is this?” Jack asked, curiously.

You paused for a moment. Because yeah, maybe on a surface level this was a bad idea. But you were glad you’d said yes. You liked Jack. And he liked you. 

He was a good person. Who seemed like he wanted to actually date you. Be in a relationship with you.

Which felt good. Really good. 

And negated a lot of the anxieties and fears you had. About dating coworker. A superior. All of the ways that that sort of relationship could blow up. Ruin your career. Ruin his. Make everything in your life miserable if you weren’t careful. “Complicated,” You finally settled on.

But none of it made you want it any less. 

Jack nodded. “Goodnight, Bug,” Jack replied. “You…you don’t want to come up?” You asked.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His brow was furrowed.

“Generally I don’t expect it on the first date,” Jack replied. “I’m trying to uncomplicate this all for you as much as I can.” God, it just made you want to sleep with him even more. How was that even possible? “Oh,” You replied a bit stupidly.

“Yeah, of course, for sure. We can save that,” You told him with a nod. “But…I wouldn’t be mad about a goodnight kiss,” You added as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Yeah? I think I can make that happen,” Jack replied as he reached across the center console and you leaned in to meet him, the pair of you meeting in the middle. Jack’s fingers tangled into your hair as used his fingers to tilt your face up and pressed his lips to yours.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as your hand found purchase on Jack’s forearm as you used that leverage to push yourself further up and deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping between his lips, exploring the hot heat of his mouth with a low groan as his fingers grasped at your hair and you felt desire pool in your belly.

God, you wanted to do terrible, unspeakable things to this man.

Which was apparently not on the table for tonight. So you slowly pulled away, releasing your grasp on him as he disentangled his hand from your hair.

“Good night, Jack,” You murmured as you opened the door “Good night, Bug,” Jack replied, sounding just as wrecked as you felt (and probably looked).

Yeah. Maybe this was complicated. But you hadn’t felt this good in a long.

“So… you and Dr. Abbot, huh?” Princess asked as you paused beside her chair to find a tablet that wasn’t already dead.

Was it really so hard to put these back correctly so that they charged? You stared back at her silently. Partly as an intimidation tactic, and mostly to buy yourself time as you try to figure out what kind of response will get you through with the fewest follow questions (and limit workplace gossip). 

“We went on one date,” You finally replied. 

The fewer words, the better, but the more specific you could be, the less likely that Princess could spin it into something spectacular.

“And?” She pressed as she leaned forward on her elbows, not even pretending that she wasn’t fishing for gossip. 

At least Princess was honest about the game. “It was nice? We’re going to see each other again?” You replied with a shrug. “Did you two…” Princess asked before trailing off meaningfully. “That is definitely none of your business,” You replied, shaking your head in disbelief as you more frantically tried to find a working tablet and an excuse to leave this conversation. “Oh my God, you totally did! What it good? Was he good? He looks like he’d be-” Princess exclaimed. “We kissed, nothing else,” You replied, quickly cutting her off. “So calm down,” You added.

Princess pouted back at you, clearly disappointed.

“But yeah, it was good,” You told her with a grin, leaving her to squeal as you walked away, shaking your head.

“You’re in a good mood,” Frank commented casually when he caught you in the hallway on your way to the bathroom. “Date went well?” He asked.

“Frank,” You warned as your steps faltered, shooting him a suspicious look. You did not like this.

“Just trying to make small talk with a colleague,” He replied defensively. “I thought that’s what you wanted.” “I think we remember that conversation very differently,” You shot back. “How do you even know about the date?” “He asked you out in the middle of the floor, everyone knows about it,” Frank replied with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure Princess sent out some sort of hospital-wide mass text.”

“Great,” You huffed.

“If you wanted to keep your relationship private, Abbot’s not the best option,” Frank added. “Not sure the man has a subtle bone in his body.”

“I don’t remember asking you for your advice, Frank,” You replied.

“I’m not the one eye-fucking an Attending where everyone can see!” He whispered in your ear.

You shivered in spite of yourself.

“Stop,” You snapped.

“Just saying! Dating a coworker…” He trailed off, but not before waggling his eyebrows at you in another gesture that you did not appreciate. “We’re done with this conversation, Frank,” You told him as you moved to step away. “I just think it’s interesting,” He called out after you. “Go away!” You hissed as you whipped your head around before making a beeline for the bathroom and locking yourself in the single stall.

Maybe it was just light-hearted teasing. The kind of conversation that coworkers could have with each other. Maybe even in a different series of events, coworkers who used to hook up could also enjoy that kind of banter.

But every barb from Frank felt like it found your softest, most vulnerable spot. And you didn’t know how to make that stop. 

You hated it. And you hated him.

How he made you feel.

“Dr. Robby!” You called out when you finally spotted your Attending across the department.

“Yeah?” Robby asked, his glasses already starting to slip off his nose, and his entire face looking like he’d been up for way too long. Which was not a good sign, since you were barely an hour into your shift.

“Can I get your opinion on a case?” You asked as he came up to match your strides. “I’ve got a 6-year-old child presenting with high fever, vomiting, and a rigid, tender abdomen.” “Diagnosis?” Robby asked. “Well, it could be appendicitis, but it could also be DKA. I sent chem labs to rule out the latter, but they’re not back,” You replied. “But if it’s appendicitis, we need to move quickly. Should I call surgery for the consult now? Or wait until labs come back? I’m just…I don’t want to be the fellow who cried wolf if we don’t need them,” You admitted, wringing your hands nervously. Surgeons were notoriously difficult, and if you got in the habit of calling for them when you didn’t need them… they’d never answer your calls again. The power-hungry jerks. 

“You can wait for the labs,” Robby replied softly. “But I’d stay in the room, I’ll get them fast-tracked, and we’ll call surgery if they’re negative. But you’re right, this could go south fast, so babysit the patient until we know, no sudden movements, right?” “Right,” You replied with a nod. “Thanks, Dr. Robby,” You added. “It’s what I’m here for,” Robby replied with a wry smile. “I'll bring you those lab results as soon as they’re back.”

You’re sitting in with your 6-year-old playing ‘Would you rather’ when Robby knocks on the door fifteen minutes later. 

“Good call on holding the consult,” Dr. Robby confirmed when you stepped out into the hallway. 

“Kid’s blood glucose and metabolic acidosis are sky high. And there are elevated ketones in the urine sample.” “DKA,” You replied with a nod.

Robby nodded.

“I’ve ordered the insulin, Perlah will be over with it any second,” He told you. “Do you want me to come talk to the parents?” “No, I got it,” You replied with a shake of your head. “Great, and can you find me when you’re done?” He asked. “Sure,” You replied with a nod before catching Perlah over Robby’s shoulder and nodding for her to follow you into the room.

All things considered, it was one of the easier conversations to have with parents. A pediatric diabetes diagnosis was serious, but not life-threatening in any way, not now that they’d caught the DKA, begun treatment, and made the diabetes diagnosis. And your patient’s parents seemed to take it all in stride once you explained that you’d made a referral to a pediatric endocrinologist as well as several recommendations for diabetes care and education specialists, nutritionists, and mental health professionals to navigate the emotional and social challenges of a diagnosis.

“What’s up?” You asked Robby when you finally cornered him an hour later by the vending machines.

“Just wanted to check in,” Robby replied. “How are you settling in?” “Huh?” You asked. Completely lost. Had you looked particularly lost earlier? “New fellowship, as one of your mentors, I feel like we should check in. How are you feeling?” Robby asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, yeah,” You replied. That made sense. “No, it’s been good, really good,” You assured him.

“Yeah? No one’s giving you a hard time? I know this is probably a big shift from what you’re used to up in Peds,” He replied. “No,” You replied quickly. God, that was the last thing you needed. Robby thinking something was happening. Or had happened. Knowing any version of the truth.

“I mean, it is different, but I like it. And no one’s giving me a hard time,” You told him. “Are you sure?” Robby pressed.

You stared up at him. Trying to figure out what he wanted. What he knew. If he knew. But his expression was unmovable. Unreadable. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to get at, Langdon’s and I just butt heads sometimes, but it’s not-” You finally replied. “I’m not talking about Langdon,” Robby replied with a shake of his head. “Unless there’s an issue with Langdon. Then I absolutely need to know.”

Shit.

Fuck. “No, there’s not,” You quickly replied. “So then what are you trying to ask me about?”

Robby looked over at you. Clearly, he wanted to be having this conversation even less than you did. Which didn’t necessarily bode well for you.

“Sometimes, subordinates feel a certain pressure when a superior expresses interest,” Robby said very slowly. “They might even agree to-”

Wait. Is that what this was about?

Your date with Jack? “This is about Jack?” You asked. “If anything Jack has said or done has made you uncomfortable, or if you have in any way felt pressured to reciprocate-” Robby ground out as he looked up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, like he was hoping the linoleum floors would open up and swallow him up.

Kind of like how you were feeling.

“Dr. Robby, I really appreciate your concern,” You told him. “Even if it’s definitely coming from a script that Gloria gave you.” “But I’m not a med student. I’m not even a resident anymore. And Jack isn’t my superior. Not really. So what’s the issue?” You asked.

“I’m just doing my due diligence, there’s been some talk coming from the rumor mill, and I’m obligated to-” “We’re two consenting adults, so I don’t think it’s really anyone’s business,” You cut him off.

“If you’re engaging in a uh…sexual relationship, then I do have a form that I need both of you to fill out,” Robby added.

No, now was when you wanted the floor to swallow you up.

“Then you’ll be the first one to know when we finally fuck,” You said before you realized the words that were leaving your mouth, and your eyes went wide with the realization you’d just snapped at your fellowship mentor. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I said that, Dr. Robby,” You stammered out. “I know you didn’t write the policy.” “I know, I hate this just as much as you do,” Robby replied, shaking his head. “I wish that made me feel better.” “Would it make you feel better to know that after you leave today, I have to have this same conversation with Jack?” “Maybe, a little,” You admitted, cracking a small smile. “He’ll probably handle it better than me. You’re friends.”

Not just work friends. Best friends. Robby had starred in several of Jack’s best stories. Which would have been cute if it were hard to shake the fact that Robby was your boss.

“I think that’s going to make it worse, at least for me,” Robby replied. “Which, yeah, will probably make sure that Jack enjoys it.” “He has no shame,” You confirmed. “I hope you know that even though Jack’s a friend, if anything crosses a line, you can still come to me,” Robby told you. “Mentorship comes before friendship in my book.” “Good to know,” You replied with a slow nod. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Robby nodded in return before clearing his throat and handing you two pieces of paper. “I’m going to give these forms to you now so that you can fill them out and give them to HR whenever you need to, and we don’t ever have to speak of this again,” He told you.

You stared down at the form and read its header, “Relationship Disclosure Form,” before quickly folding them in on themselves and shoving them in the pocket of your scrubs.

“Appreciate it, Dr. Robby,” You replied. Mostly referring to the knowledge that you would ever have to have this conversation again. Robby pressed his lips together tightly before nodding at you.

“You’re a good doctor,” He added before catching sight of a trauma coming through the doors and patting you on the shoulder as he passed by to head that way.

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So Easy (To Fall In Love)

Pairing: John Shen x Nurse Practitioner!Reader

Summary: The new Night Shift Attending and the Night Shift’s Nurse Practitioner are both idiots.

Warnings: flirting in the workplace, nurse/doctor dynamic (which isn’t really an issue but idk), patient violence against healthcare workers (no one is injured), a kiss!

A/N: Dr. John Shen my unproblematic king! I fear I need everyone who works the night shift expeditiously.

“Want some?” Shen asked as he sidled up to you in the central hallway, matching your stride as you poked your head in on each patient, checking in to see if anyone needs anything or if any of the patients’ conditions have altered significantly.

“No, I’d rather die than drink your pond water,” You scoffed in response with a dismissive wave of your hand over his offensively large iced coffee-latte-thing from Dunkin. “Thank you.” “You’re the one drinking carcinogens in a can,” He replied as he pointed at the can in the front pocket of your scrub top.

“You and I both know that that study was debunked,” You replied as you glanced down at the can you just grabbed from the vending machine. It was still slightly cool; the press against your abdomen through your scrub top and undershirt was a silent reminder that if everything was fine, you could actually sit down for a moment any minute now. “Whatever you say, princess,” Shen replied with a shrug. “I’ve got a gnarly degloved finger in Central 8 if you want to stop by, watch me work my magic,” He offers casually as he splits off from you, doing a turn to give you that stupid half-smile he always offers everyone before righting himself and getting back to his job. “Shut up,” You called out after him. Absolutely no bite to your words at all.

As if you would give up the unspoken quiet and use this rare and beautiful downtime to watch him perform a procedure you’ve watched be performed countless times in your career. 

You sat at the station closest to C8 and crack open your Diet Coke, not turning around even once as you quietly sipped your soda and listened to the slightly muffled walkthrough that Dr. Shen is giving one of the med students as he walks her through the case and the thought process behind each step.

-

“You two are… unbelievable,” Mateo told you with a shake of his head when you came over to bug him at his station after finishing up with Shen on a tricky foreign object removal from the eye socket. 

Staple gun - 1. Your patient - 0.

Once you’d managed to calm the patient down and reassured him that if he stayed still long enough for you to actually help him, you would be able to remove the staple and ensure that he did not lose his eye or do any further damage to it. 

It had been nasty, and you wanted to tell Mateo all the details and see if you could get him to vomit. “Huh?” You asked instead. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you stared back at Mateo blankly.

“You and Shen,” Mateo replied. “It’s like disgusting.”

“Shut up,” You scoffed. “Donnie said he saw you two making eyes over that dude while he kept asking if he was going to be able to play pick up basketball ever again.”

“He was fine, just anxious, and I was running through proper removal technique with Dr. Shen,” You replied, shaking your head.

“Yeah, right,” Mateo replied. “You never get that close to me when you’re wanting my help,” He replied, his tone strangely clipped.

“I think you’re just jealous that I have work friends other than you,” You argued. “Especially since Javadi has been noticeably less giggly in your presence recently.”

“Yeah, right,” Mateo scoffed. But you saw his jaw tick slightly. Got’em.

“It’s okay, you can just admit you’re jealous,” You called out over your shoulder as you head off to check on a head lac. “And I have other work friends, too!” Mateo shouted  after you, sounding incredibly desperate. Which delighted you to no end. “And we’re not just work friends, we’re best friends!”

“Whatever you want to keep telling yourself!” You shouted back, laughing all the way back to triage.

-

“Fractured shoulder in South 13 for you,” Lena told you. 

“Lovely,” You replied with a sigh as you grabbed the tablet from her outstretched hand.

“I do my best for you, darling,” Lena replied. “Shen is the assigned physician.”

“Oh,” You replied a bit stupidly as you glanced down at the chart. “Oh,” Lena repeated back with a lilting tease. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, sweetheart.” “Aww, I knew you loved me best, Lena, baby!” You replied as you headed off, blowing her a kiss on your way. Only to be intercepted on your path by the very same doctor you were needing to find. 

“How come you never call me baby?” He asked with a pout.

“Do you want me to call you baby, Dr. Shen?” You asked after a moment.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Okay, baby,” You replied. “Let’s get this shoulder fracture worked up, then.” You stepped into the room and were already greeting the patient, which meant that you completely missed the way that John Shen buffered in the doorway like an ancient MacBook.

-

“Wanna teach a new intern how to do horizontal mattress sutures?” Shen asked as she strolled past your station, half-drunk Dunkin’ in hand. “Do I?” You asked as you glanced up at him over the top of your monitor. 

You did not.

But Shen was making sad puppy dog eyes at you when you looked up at him. “Please just say yes,” He replied with an added little pout. “Fine,” You muttered with a sigh. Jesus Christ, you were pathetic. Nazely smiled at you apologetically from where she was attached to Shen’s hip. “You’re an angel,” Shen replied with a grin as you forced yourself up and out of your chair. Falling into matched step beside him as he led you through the ED. “A princess, a goddess amongst men.”

“I know,” You replied dryly. “Have you ever done a horizontal mattress suture?” You asked as you turned to the Night Shift’s new intern. If only to get Shen to stop talking to you like that in front of a new coworker.

“No, but I’ve seen videos online,” Nazely replied. Blessedly refraining from asking any questions about the strange dynamic you knew you and Shen had.

You liked her already.

“It’s way more fun in person,” You told her with a grin as Shen pushed through into the C4 and the two of you followed.

“Hey there, Mr. Stein, I’ve got two of our best with me to get you stitched up and on your way,” Shen announced as you both smiled and greeted the patient. 

Mr. Stein held up a limp hand in greeting, and you could see the bandage wrapped over the space between the thumb and pointer finger of his left hand. Yep. Definitely gonna need a horizontal mattress.

“Let’s get you stitched up, Mr. Stein,” You told him with a smile as you pulled the suture materials out and started laying the tray. 

“Dr. Nazely Toomarian,” You prompted as you placed them on the table you’ve pulled up to the bedside as you helped Mr. Stein lay his hand down comfortably and flat, along with pulling up a rolling seat for each of you to sit on.

“Where do we start?” You asked her gently, prompting her with the questions you usually hear one of the Attendings or Senior Residents ask the students.

“Clean and numb the area,” Nazely replied.

You grinned.

“Exactly, we’ve got antiseptic and a syringe with 30 ccs of lidocaine with epinephrine and inject into the edges of the wound on both sides,” You explained aloud as you unwrapped, cleaned, and then numbed the wound.

“The suture gets its name from the way the needle passes through the tissue in a horizontal direction, like a mattress being stitched. I don’t really get it. Don’t ask. It involves taking bites on both sides of the wound, with a horizontal “under the skin” pass in between,” You continued. “Why do we use this type of suture on this particular wound?”

“The skin is under tension, it’s pulling apart. And this is a stress area, lots of movement,” Nazely replied. “Correct,” You replied with a nod. “So, I’m going to lift up the skiing edge and insert the needle perpendicular to the skin surface. With this one we’re going about four millimeters away from the edge. If it’s higher-tension you increase the bite size.”

“Then we cross the wound. Rotate the wrist, to go through the dermis.”

“Secure the needle, enter the second side,” You continue to explain out loud as you work. “Insert the needle perpendicularly through the dermis from the inside out, using the needle’s curve and wrist supination for smooth passage. Ensure both bites on either side have similar depth and distance from the wound edge for even closure.”

“Comple the first throw, and then we bury the next bite, make sense?” You asked. “Yeah,” she replied with a nod.

You glanced over your shoulder at Shen and he just smiled and threw up a low thumbs up.

“Reload the needle with the point facing away from you. Aim to create another horizontal throw about ten millimeters down from the first one. This is the buried bite and it will travel under the skin and back to the original entry point for knotting.”

“And then we do the same thing going back the other way. Come back to where we started, and tie the knot. Boom.”

“Woah,” Nazely replied.

“Now we follow those steps down the length of the wound to close completely,” You told her. “Any questions?” You ask as you glanced back up at her. “No, no, that makes sense,” She replied. “Good, now it’s your turn,” You told her as you flipped the forceps around to her.

She looked up at you with wide eyes but took the tools from you. After a few minutes she got into the flow and managed all the steps without asking you constantly if she was doing it right. Which was awesome.

“You’re a good teacher,” Shen told you as you two stepped out of the room, leaving Nazely to finish her notes. “Thank you,” You replied. Suddenly feeling strangely shy. “I’ve learned from some of the best.” “Aww,” He cooed as a hand came up to his heart. “Lena and Dana,” You replied.

“Oh,” he muttered.

“And watching some very impressive Attendings,” You added. “Dr. Abbot is just so good at his job.” 

“Shut up,” Shen scoffed as he knocked his shoulder against yours. 

“And this other kind of lame doctor I know,” You told him with a sidelong glance.

-

“I need hands for an incoming trauma,” Dr. Abbot announced as he tapped on the counter in front of you, pulling you and Shen out of your very intense debate over whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza. The kind of stupid stuff that only people awake and working at three in the morning and sad people on the internet are still arguing about.

“Whatdya say?” Shen asked as he turned back to you with a grin, grasping your hands in his. “Will you do me the honor of scrubbing in with me?” He faux-proposed dramatically.

“Please stop flirting with nurses in front of the residents,” Abbot told Shen with a frown. Deeply unamused. “Just one nurse,” Shen protested. Very mildly protested. With a grin on his face.

“Ohkaaaay,” You muttered as you inched your chair away from Shen slightly.

“Well, I need both of you, so no talking,” Abbot said as he jerked his head toward the ambulance bay doors.

“But then how will we know what to do?” You asked innocently as you moved to stand. “No talking about anything other than the patient,” Abbot grumbled.

“Yes, sir,” You replied as Shen mock saluted him beside you.

He walked away muttering something under his breath. You can’t help but count your lucky stars that your union makes it borderline impossible for you to be fired due to your teasing of Senior Attendings. 

-

“Sir, I understand that you’re frustrated,” You stated firmly as you took a big step back toward the open door, your body turned slightly as you moved your hands slightly in front of your body, fingers outstretched.

“No!” “Please, Sir, I understand that you are angry, but I can only help you if you sit back down and then stay still,” You repeated. Keeping your voice low and soft. As soothing as you can manage.

“I won’t do anything without explaining it first, but I can’t do any of that if you’re not willing to 

“Hey!” Shen shouted from the doorway.

The sudden loud noise shocked your patient like an electrocution. Without pause he lunged forward toward the door. You stepped in between them on pure instinct. All of your training kicked in, self-defense classes you’d signed up for with Vivi and Princess, de-escalation training from the hospital, and your innate need to keep your coworkers safe. 

To keep John safe.

Your forearm whipped up and pushed outward, rotating your patient’s punch up and away as you pressed back against John, using your back to push him back into the doorway as your arms flew back up, elbows outstretched to push back and give you some space before your patient could react.

“We need help over here!” You called out as you continued to edge backward. Ahmad, one of the other security guards, and several nurses rushed over and you helped them restrain your patient long enough for Lena to bring you the sedative.

Once your patient is out and you’ve got him back on the bed, and the whole ordeal is somewhat calmed down - relaying what happened to Abbot, and then again to Lena - several times as she asks you soft question after gentle prodding (seriously, if Lena asks you one more time if you’re okay, maybe you will start crying) you head to the break room for your fifteen minute Lena-mandated break.

When you whip open the door Shen is already there. Sipping on his iced coffee and staring at the doorway like he was just waiting for you to come in.

“Oh, hey,” You stammered out as you stepped in, letting the door close behind you.

“Hey, I got you this,” He said as he held out a can of Diet Coke for you to grab. 

“Thanks,” You replied as you grabbed it. You tap it against your palm gently. Unsure of what to say. Or do.

“That was crazy,” John finally said as he looked up at you, his face calm, bordering on unemotional. “Yeah,” You replied with a nod as you finally slump down in the chair next to him.

“Crazy that you’re totally obsessed with me,” John continued.

“Shut up,” You hissed. “What you did was so stupid! Don’t you pay attention in the de-escalation training?” “Of course not, they’re way too early,” John replied with a shrug. “John,” You replied with a frown. Did he seriously not get how serious this was? “Why would I need to? Now that I know that you’re going to be my knight in shining armor whenever I get into a scrape,” He continued.

You want to say something. To point out again that what he did was stupid. That he could have been hurt. That you could have ended up hurt, caught in the crossfire. It wouldn’t be the first time a patient got the drop on you.

“Hey,” John finally said when he glanced over and saw the look on your face. “Hey, look at me.”

“Sorry, I want to do bits, I just think that kinda freaked me out more than I realized,” You admitted to him with a sigh.

“Of course, I’m sorry, Normally I’m pretty good at reading the room,” He replied.

“That – you protecting me– was hot,” He stated firmly. “And also was a situation that I don’t ever want to see you in again.” “John, half of that was your fault!” “I know, I know!” He replied, his hands held up in front of him in surrender. “But seriously, I learned my lesson, and I just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” You told him with another sigh. “Could be better, but ultimately okay.”

“What would make you feel even better?” He asked as he looked at you. “Other than that junk,” He gestured toward your still unopened Diet Coke.

“I dunno,” You replied with a shrug. “A kiss?”

“From anyone in particular? Because I think Abbot with a patient, but I could interrupt-”

“You know who,” You replied, cutting him off.

“Can you please say it? Just for my own ego?” He asked as he looked at you with his head slightly cocked to the side and a shit-eatting grin that would be pissing you off right about now if you didn’t find everything this guy did so oddly endearing. “I want you to kiss me, John Shen,” You tell him as you cock your own head to the side. “So what are you going to do about it?” “This,” He said as he reached for one of the chair legs beneath you before pulling your chair toward him until your face were a few inches apart. And then he kissed you.

“Now, was that so hard?” You murmured against his lips. And you felt his smile as he kissed you again.

[watchtowerlibrary]

AHHHHHH how does anyone get any work done with those two flirting like a menace??? Those two are just too cute.

[peterpparkrr]

Oh, you already know most of the night shift is turning around and walking the other direction the moment they see the two of them together!