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richard madden as kirk brandon in worried about the boy

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imagine: Reader is so desperate to get rid of her crush with Richard she forces him out on a date with another girl only to realize that was a very stupid decision…

warnings: curse words!

gif NOT mine!

“I think you should call her! Just go out with her, what’s the worst that could happen?” You tease Richard.

“(Y/n). Drop it.” He glares. He is clearly irritated as you haven’t shut up about the girl who gave him her number.

You and Richard had been set up by friends a month or two ago and you developed more so a friendship than a romantic relationship. After 5 minutes of meeting him, you knew three things: he was too hot, too hot for you, and could surely do way better than you. You didn’t wanna get your hopes up of dating him, so you made the executive decision and immediately friend-zoned him. Your friends were annoyed by this because they all tried to tell you that Richard was into you, but you brushed them off. Being friends with him is the best decision for everyone involved. Well, that was until the coffee shop girl. 

You and Richard had plans to meet up at your favorite coffee shop during your lunch hour but you were running late. As you walked in you caught him standing at the cash register talking, well flirting, with the barista. You watch as she slips him her number on a piece of paper and he politely smiles and takes it. He turned to see you and his polite smile turned into a genuine one. Your favorite smile. He greeted you with a kiss to the cheek, as he does all of his friends, and you immediately began teasing him about it. Now as he is walking you back to work you finally let up.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry.” You smile.

“But hear me out-“ you begin and he groans.

“What if you go out with her and she turns out to be super amazing and maybe the one? Hm? You will be sad you didn’t listen to me.” You elbow him.

“Hear me out. Maybe I don’t want to date anyone right now? Maybe I’m content with my life.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

You know what you’re doing is annoying. But you think the sooner you get him dating/seeing someone else then your crush for him will die and any hope of actually being with him with vanish.

“Richie…” you complain.

“Why do you want me to go out with her so bad? Hm?” He narrows his gaze.

“I just think it would be good for you! Besides what’s the worst that could happen?” You ask.

“Well for starters she’s not you.” 

You stop in your tracks. You two normally teased and flirted with each other but for him to say something so forward shocked you.

He continues walking and eventually turns around to see you stopped. The surprised look on your face makes him chuckle.

“What? Cmon, you can’t be that surprised right now.” He rolls his eyes.

You have to get yourself out of this situation quickly. You take two long strides so you are face to face with him on a busy sidewalk. 

“Let’s make this a game.” You smirk.

You and Richard are both very competitive. You knew this would be the best way to get him off your back and on a date with this girl.

“Call her and ask her out on a date. If it goes well, then there you go, you can thank me at your wedding-“ 

“And when it doesn’t?” He interjects. Clearly intrigued by your bargain.

“Then we go out. On a real date. I will take you out on a real date.” You smirk.

He chuckles and slowly bites down on his bottom lip. A gesture that drives you absolutely mad. He glances down to indicate he is considering your idea. You impatiently cross your arms and tap your shoe against the pavement. 

“I’m wait-“

“Okay, deal.” He looks back up, with a wide smile and sticks his hand out.

As you shake on your deal a thought creeps through your mind. What if he actually ends up liking her. What are you going to do then? You can’t stand the thought of him with another girl yet you just sealed your fucking fate.

“I’m calling her right now. Have a great rest of your workday, love.” He says with a wink. 

“Be sure to let me know how it goes!” You roll your eyes as he walks off.

Your heart sinks as you watch him pull out his phone and dial the number. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

^^^^^

After work, you head home and immediately pop open a bottle of wine. Richard called you only an hour after he had left you to inform you that the barista agreed to dinner and they are going tonight. Tonight. 

“Great! Have so much fun!” You forced yourself to sound as cheerful as possible.

You roll your eyes as you play it back through your head. You begin hitting your forehead when your roommate walks in,

“You…good girl?” She asks.

“Yes. Great. Absolutely great.” You say as you slam back your glass.

“Alright what’s up?” She asks as she sits down beside you.

You don’t want to tell her why you’re upset because you know she’ll give you more shit. But also at the same time, you want your best friend. You look to her and close your eyes and let out a small sigh. 

“…so I made Richard go out on a date with this barista tonight.” You wince.

“YOU WHAT!?” She slaps at your arm.

You then explain the whole situation and tell her that you knew it was dumb but you thought it would be the best way to get over the crush you’ve developed for him.

“I love you but god you are so dumb. I mean cmon. Do you have to self-sabotage every good thing in your life?” 

You let out a sigh as you know she’s right. 

“Okay, you can leave now. Let me sulk by myself while I think about how fantastic of a night he’s going to have-“

“Nope. I am not leaving you. We are going to sit here and watch your favorite show and you are not even going to think about him. Trust me. It’s going to work out in your favor. The guy is crazy about you. No girl is going to deter you from him.” She smiles.

You lean in and cuddle against your best friend as you two watch Netflix. An hour goes by. And then two. And then three. It’s 10:30pm and you haven’t heard a single thing from him. They went to dinner at 7 and you figured it would be long over by now. You look towards your friend with defeated eyes. She gives you a sympathetic look and fans you into her so she can give you a hug. Before you reach her embrace you hear a loud knock at the door. You look to her with wide eyes. You jump up and run to the door. Hoping and praying you will be met with those beautiful blue eyes and brown curly hair. As you open the door you are met with just that.

“Hi,” he says softly. 

He’s wearing a green button-down shirt and dark blue jeans. God, he looked so good. You knew that if any girl saw him like that it would be game over. 

“How was it…?” You carefully ask. You drop your head down to the ground as you don’t want to hear his answer. 

“I didn’t go.” 

“What?” You perk back up. 

“I didn’t go, love. I couldn’t do it.” He whispers.

“Rich-“ 

“She’s not you. She’ll never be you. Can we please stop with the games now? I want to be with you. Only you.” 

You throw your hands around his neck and pull him down into you for your first kiss. It’s long and slow. Just like you imagined it. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. You inhale his scent as you two pull away and you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

“I’m glad you didn’t go,” you whisper.

“But this means you have to take me out now.” You smile.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” He grins. 

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Crisis Of Lust

Anon requested: “could you write for a female reader, a summer-themed enemies to lovers trope with richard madden? maybe the two met on rocketman and just didn’t get along, they fight all the time, their personalities clash, but it turns out they just have pent up tension, if you know what i mean. then something happens where they are stuck together, maybe not as cliche as sharing a hotel room but something else (working on another film together or a cast vacation), and they make up/realize their feelings for each other? smut would be great but not necessary lol. thank you in advance, i love your writing!”

WC: a whopping 12.4k… this is the longest fic i’ve ever written, i loved this concept so i just went oFF :0

Warnings: drinking, swearing, angst (fighting), enemies to lovers trope, smut (unprotected, in a house with other people)

A/N: I got this request after I had already started writing a getaway type fic with the rocketman cast, so I figured I’d just work the two together! this was approved by my dear friend @tonyspep !!! also, if you sense a lot of moments between reader and Jamie, that is because I’ve been deprived of content of that man and I love him so much so I just had to add some special little bits of Jamie here and there. hope you enjoy!

“C’mon, (Y/n),” Jamie jabbered, gently nudging you with an elbow, “it will be fun!”

“Being stuck in the same house with you four knuckleheads and being the only female for the next three days? It’s not exactly paradise, J,” you acknowledge with a laugh. 

“Oh stop it,” Taron protested, looking at you through the rear view mirror of the car, “You know you love us,”

“I do! I love the three of you that are in this car at the moment!” you answer and Jamie, next to you, lets out a snort of laughter. 

“(Y/n), you can’t let one thing ruin our weekend together,” Charlie pointed out, turning around to look at you from where he sat in the passenger seat of the car. 

“It’s not just one thing, though, Charlie. It’s everything about him,” you explain dramatically.

You didn’t know what it was about Richard Madden, but he just got under your skin. Maybe it was his (not so) subtle cockiness and the way everyone just adored him. Maybe it was his piercing blue eyes and the way they shifted and rolled to the back of his head when accompanied by a scoff or a sarcastic comment. Every sneer, snide, sly remark he made. Every time he unknowingly flaunted how flawless he was. Anyway it happened, his existence just put you off. He was so seemingly perfect and it bothered you to no end. 

And not to mention, he was extremely rude to you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else and you never understood why. You first thought it was shyness, giving him the benefit of the doubt, instead of stuck-up-ness. But you soon figured out that he wasn’t just shy. When you’d have to do scenes with him, they were your least favourite of all. And Taron and Jamie and Charlie all knew it.

“Well maybe,” Taron begins, turning the car down a driveway consumed by pine trees and the brush of a forest, “maybe this little trip will bring us all closer together. It’s the last time we’ll all be together for a while. That’s why Dex arranged all this for us,”

“You have a point, Taron,” you admit, sighing as you stare out the window of the car, “I’ll try to make the most of this weekend,”

“Good!” Taron and Charlie exclaim simultaneously.

“It won’t be as bad as you think. I promise, (Y/nn),” Jamie whispers with a click of his tongue and a friendly wink.

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a big richard madden from 1917, crying

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okay i had this idea while on the bus - imagine reader and richard have been together for a while and richard videos reader messing about and she hits her head and it leaves a bruise but it was obvs funny and the paparazzi catch her with the bruise and articles come out the next day that richards abusing her and she’s forced to put out the video of her accidentally falling, sorry it’s so long :/

hope this is what you were thinking of! :)

warnings: curse words!

You and Richard are enjoying a fun game night with friends. You two are placed on opposite teams for charades because when you’re together you guys dominate. So, to allow everyone a fair chance you two agreed to play against each other. Your competitive nature has come out in full force as it usually does during game night. The few glasses of wine didn’t help. Richards team was beating yours by two points and you were not about to let him win.

“Give it up, love!” He jokes as you stand up to act out your prompt.

“Fuck off, Dickie” you roll your eyes and the room erupts with laughter.

You and Richard have been together for almost two years and your relationship is one for the books. You two tease and play with eachother constantly but also know how to be serious and real with eachother. You love this about him. You always wanted a man who could call you out on your shit and give your sass right back to you. Richard was definitely that guy.

“Ladies and gentlemen; that’s the love of my life right there!” He jokes and you roll your eyes once more.

The time clock begins and you enter into game mode. You have to win this round. You’re acting out your prompt with vigor but your teammates cannot get the hint. Mostly because they are drunk and don’t care as much as you do. You begin jumping up and down and in one quick motion your foot gets caught on the end of the rug and you fall flat on your face on the hard wood floor.

The room goes silent and Richard jumps out of his seat and rushes over to you. As he kneels down at you, you begin chuckling to yourself and Richard let’s out a sigh of relief that you’re ok.

“Ya good, love?” He asks

You glance up and Richard has offered his hand out to you to help you up.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. This doesn’t count against our time!” You insist as everyone begins laughing again.

Richard lets out a chuckle as you’re still worried about the dumb game. He grabs your chin and lifts your head up into the light. He gently wipes the red mark on your forehead and you grimace in pain. That’s going to leave a mark you think to yourself.

“Oh love, let’s get you some ice.” He whispers and you nod your head.

You turn and realize one of your friends has been filming this entire spectacle.

“You better delete that right now!” You whine and your friends laugh.

“Send that to me so I can always have proof that my baby girl is the clumsiest person ever.” Richard giggles along with your friends and you squint your eyes at him.

“Rude” you say and he continues his laughter.

Richard fixes you up with some ice and gently kisses your forehead before placing the pack on there.

“I love you,” you say. He always takes care of you. Even when you’re a competitive klutz.

“I love you more, baby girl.” He says.

“But we totally won game night.” He smirks and you punch him gently in the chest.

You two head home and the next morning you wake up to your head throbbing.

“Great” you whisper to yourself as you see a big red mark in the mirror.

You throw on some gym clothes and kiss your sleeping boyfriend goodbye.

After a good workout at the gym you head out to your car when you’re surrounded by three pap’s. You smile and wave as one of your guards quickly usher you into the car. You forget all about the red mark on your forehead until you hear one of them yell,

“What happened to your face? Did Richard do that to you!?”

The door closes before you can respond and laugh at such a ridiculous question. You don’t think anything else of the question until later that night you’re laying on the couch with Richard and both of your phones start buzzing.

“(Y/n)! Check out TMZ! They are saying that bruise is from Richard!” Your frantic friend yells.

Richard received a similar call from his publicist asking what the hell was going on.

You freak out and immediately log onto twitter and Instagram to see several news sources with the pictures from earlier. All of which saying that mark was from Richard.

“Game of Thrones heartthrob hits girlfriend.”

“Richard Madden and girlfriend going to court over domestic violence charges.”

You look to Richard with wide eyes. You had no idea this would come about from a silly fall at game night.

“Rich, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-“ you begin and he cuts you off.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. We will figure this out.” He reassures you.

You place a kiss on his cheek. So thankful he isn’t mad. You two lay there and scroll on social media more. Luckily the only ones reporting this are complete gossip/fake outlets. It then hits you.

“Rich! The video!”

He looks at you with furrowed brows and eventually realizes what you’re talking about.

“Shit, you’re right!” He quickly goes to his saved photos/videos and sure enough he kept the video from last night. You two watch it over again and you thank the high heavens that your friend was tapping. You make Richard send you the video and he doesn’t question it.

He watches as you open Instagram and post the video along with the caption;

“y’all don’t take game night this seriously?”

You quickly push the upload button and throw your phone back down.

“Why did you do that? I could’ve just sent it to my manager and they could’ve dealt with it.”

“Hey no point in hiding my klutzy ass.” You smirk and he leans in and kisses you softly.

“I’m sorry about the paps” he says, he does this everytime you’re posted online. After two years you’d think he’d realize you don’t care. You love being referred to as “Richard maddens girlfriend”

“I’m sorry you have such a clumsy girlfriend,” you respond.

“Don’t be, she’s the best.” He smirks.

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request from the LOVELY @lionhearted1305 – the reader is visiting on the set of Eternals and they spent time together, which leads to smut. Once back home reader realizes she is pregnant and thinks of a way to tell Richard!

warnings: curse words & smut!

You hurriedly exit the cab and grab your bags. Someone meets you out front to bring you inside. You let out a sigh of relief at the golf-cart as you did not want to carry your bags any further. They drive you through the set and let you off at your boyfriend’s trailer. You told him you weren’t getting in till tonight because you wanted to surprise him. You hide out in his trailer for a few hours and plan your attack. You’re sat in the seat behind the door when you hear his voice outside indicating that he is coming in. As soon as it opens you jump up,

“Surprise!” You squeal

“Fucking sh-“ he jumps and turns around. His face lights up when he realizes it’s you and an immediate grin fills his face. Your stomach fills with butterflies and you feel like a school girl looking at her crush on the playground. He hastily makes his way towards you and you meet him halfway jumping into his arms.

“Oh, love. God, I’ve missed you.” He says in your ear as he holds you close.

As you squeeze him you inhale his scent, your favorite smell. You nuzzle your head into his neck and eventually pull away to allow him to place a quick peck on your lips.

“I’ve missed you more.” You say as you cusp his face in your hands.

He places his hands on top of yours and your foreheads rest against each other for a few seconds. It’s been three months since you’ve seen each other, and honestly, you don’t know how you’ve made it. Unlike most of his other works, this film has been extremely demanding to the point he has had little to no time off. You’ve tried hard not to complain though seeing as Richard was so excited to be in the newest Marvel film. The time difference hasn’t helped, you’ve both done plenty of late night/early morning Skype calls. Some days you’ve only been able to send a few texts. You were definitely starting to go a little crazy but when you managed to score a few days off work, Richard was beyond excited for you to come to see him.

“This is the best surprise.” He says as he pulls away.

“I am glad it’s over! I have been keeping this secret for weeks, I was going to combust!” You giggle.

He wraps his hands around the back of your head and pulls you into him. His kiss is powerful. You can tell he’s been wanting to do this for weeks. You slip your tongue over his and he moans into your mouth as your hands run through his soft hair. You bite down on his lip and pull him further into you. He slowly backs you up until your knees buckle against a couch. His lips instantly going to your neck.

“Rich-“ you breathe out.

He continues sucking and kissing at your neck.

“Rich, someone might come in.” You laugh as you try to pull him away.

“And?” He shrugs his shoulder and gives you his infamous smirk.

He pushes you down on the couch and pulls off his shirt and pants. You feel yourself begin to drool as you take in your incredibly toned boyfriend. He’s been in shape since bodyguard but this was a whole other level. He chuckles at how mesmerized you are and slowly leans down and pushes you to lay down on the couch. His lips go back to your neck and you let out a sharp whine.

God, how have you gone this long without his touch?

He brings his lips back to yours and dominates your mouth once again. His hands are roaming all over your body as he begins to pull your shirt up. He throws it off and begins kissing down your body. You let out many breathless moans as he works his way down to your leggings. He looks up at you and smirks as he pulls them off to realize you have nothing on underneath.

“What a naughty girl,” he winks.

“Oh, fuck off!” You whine as you wrap your legs around him. You are so desperate to feel him inside you.

“Hold on baby, let me grab a condom.” He begins to pull up and you wrap your legs tighter.

“No. I don’t care. Please. I need you now.” You whine once more. His eyes turn to a dark lustful color you’ve only seen on a few occasions.

“Are you sure?” He questions. You love that your boyfriend is always one for consent.

You hurriedly nod your head and he bites down on his lip.

He slips himself into your soaking core and you let out a quiet scream.

“Fuck baby-“ he groans.

He begins thrusting into you in an ungodly manner. He was usually slow and delicate but this time he was fast and rough. You both were so needy for each other. You throw your head back and close your eyes as your nails scratch down Richards back.

“Eyes open baby, I wan-I wanna see you,” he says in between thrusts.

You open your eyes and see Richard’s face contort in ways you’ve never seen. You were bringing him so much pleasure this was enough for you to get off. Your moans of delight forced him to go faster and faster. You begin to feel your stomach knot up and you can barely make coherent sentences to let Richard know you are close.

“Rich, babe, I-“ you breathlessly moan.

“I know baby,” he agrees as he continues his thrust.

He pulled at your thigh bringing one leg upon his shoulder, he begins hitting your angle just right that your moans turned to slight screams. Richard loved it when you were vocal, but he loved it even more right now because of the thought of someone hearing you guys. He continued pounding into you as your stomach coils and you begin to see stars. You could feel he was close as he began to twitch inside you. Your thighs begin to shake and this is enough for Richard.

“Fuck-“ he moans as he lets go inside of you.

You let out a loud moan as his warmth spills into you and causes your own orgasm to erupt. He continues his thrust to let you ride out your orgasm and he nuzzles his head into your neck. He places soft kisses along your neck as he slows down. He kisses up your jaw, your cheeks, your forehead, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls out and sits up to allow you a moment to breathe. Once you come back down from your high you sit up to him and pull him in for a deep kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

“Ditto. Let’s clean you up? Dinner?” He asks and you nod your head with a smile.

******** You enjoy a long weekend with Richard. He takes you to all his favorite spots on the island and you meet all his new costars. All of them tell you how he doesn’t shut up about you. This makes you happy because you and Richard have usually kept quiet about your relationship. You two met when you interviewed him for a magazine after he won his golden globe and there was instant chemistry. It’s usually frowned upon for a journalist and celebrity to date but you two didn’t care.

Your weekend, of course, included a lot more private time between the two of you. Neither of you knew when you would see each other next so you were trying to make the most of this time together.

You had an early flight back and Richard drove you. You two share a long and quiet hug before you board your plane.

“Thank you so much for coming, love. I enjoyed every second.” He whispers into your ear as he rubs your back gently.

You feel yourself begin to tear up because you hate leaving him. He can feel your body tense and he pulls away.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. I’m going to try to come home next month.” He says as he wipes away the tear that falls down your cheek.

You nod your head and he kisses the top of your forehead.

“I love you, baby girl.” He says.

“Ditto.” You say and he smiles.

You two share one last kiss and you board your plane. You slightly weep the entire way home but you are grateful for this time together.

*****

A month goes by and you are busy at work as usual. You and Richard have been great ever since the visit. You feel like that was really needed for your relationship. He’s been calling you every night telling you how much everyone misses you. He’s planning on coming back in a month or so which gives you something to look forward to.

A few more weeks pass by and one morning at work you begin to feel ill. You don’t think much of it until you are running to the bathroom during a meeting. You sit silently beside the toilet after you violently throw up. You try and catch your breath when it hits you’d

“Shit.” You whisper.

You excuse yourself from work and run to the nearest drug store.

You stare at the test for what feels like hours.

Positive.

“Holy shit.” You smile.

You pick up your phone to call Richard and you catch yourself.

There’s no way you can tell him he’s going to be a dad over the phone! But you definitely can’t wait a month for him to come home. You lean against the bathtub and think about what to do. You have to tell him obviously. But how?

You schedule a doctor’s appointment for the following week where you find out you are in fact pregnant. 8 weeks to be exact. You still are uncertain how you’re going to tell Richard. He will be home in a few weeks but you are the worst with keeping secrets, so you finally think of the perfect way to tell him.

You go to the store and find a cute pair of baby shoes, you then ship them to Richard and wait for your plan to fall into place.

The day the package is supposed to arrive you text Richard.

“Hi, you’re getting a package today but you have to FaceTime me before you open it!”

“Sexy pictures??” He immediately responds and you roll your eyes.

“No, Dickie.”

“🙄”

Later that night you hear your FaceTime ringtone go off and you run to the phone. The moment you’ve been waiting for.

“Hi!” You say excitedly.

“Well hello, lovey.” He holds up the box and you squeal.

“Ok open it!!” You exclaim and he chuckles.

He gently opens the box and you watch his face go from excitement to confusion. He pulls out the shoes and stares at him for a minute. He looks back up to you and you’re covering your mouth.

“Love?” He asks.

You pull your hands from your face and simply nod.

He continues staring at you. He then glances back down at the shoes and then back to you. You watch as it finally clicks. His face lights up and he begins to laugh.

“Are you serious!?” He asks as you nod your head.

“Holy- what! You’re pregnant!? Baby!” He begins holding up the shoes and flings them around.

“You’re going to be a daddy!” You say and he looks into the camera. You can see the excitement in his eyes. His eyes begin to swell with tears and you wish you were with him in person.

“I couldn’t wait, I’m sorry-“ you explain.

“No, I’m so glad you told me. I’m so happy. I just wish I could hug and kiss you right now. I’m so happy. I love you.” He goes on.

“I love you more,” you say back.

You two talk for a little longer and he tells you that he’s going to try to come to see you sooner now. He can’t wait any longer. He also wants to go with you to your next doctor’s appointment.

The day comes and you go to pick Richard up from the airport.

You stand impatiently waiting for him to come out of the terminal but once you see his brown curly hair you begin to run towards him. His face lights up as it does every time he sees you. He drops his carry on to embrace you with open arms. You jump into his embrace and hold him close.

“Honey, you have to be careful!” He exclaims as he pulls away checking to see if you’re okay.

You chuckle at his protectiveness.

“Rich, I’m okay.” You begin

“Okay love I just need you to be careful, you’re carrying some precious cargo there.” He says as he places his hand on your stomach.

“I love you.” You say as you place your hand on top of his.

“Ditto” he winks.

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Met Gala Pt. 2

Enjoy this spin-off from the Met Gala fic!

warnings: curse words!

READER POV:

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Over here!” I smile and pose for the sea of cameras in front of me. It’s the big premiere night for my new movie and I am overflowing with glee. I walk over to a reporter who requested me to interview with them. 

“(Y/n)! Hello!” She excitedly waves as I make your way to her

“Hi! How are you!” I ask as I lean in and give a side hug. 

“Well, the big question of the night, how was working with Richard?”

Richard. Oh, Richard. I try my hardest to control my facial expression. I force myself to look down because the last thing I need is the camera catching me geek over my costar. I decide to play along with the interview. Richard and I both knew that these were the only questions that were going to be asked tonight. 

“It was a dream come true,” I look back up and smile. 

The reporter raises her eyebrows at me. 

Richard and I met last year at the Met Gala party. We were forced into walking the carpet together, which lead to unbelievable chemistry that the cameras picked up. The tabloids blew up the next day claiming we were together. Little did they know that we actually shared a kiss in the coat closet followed by a loooong night of after parties where we were inseparable. In the end, nothing serious ever happened between us. Just the lone kiss. But I made a new friend, a very good one at that. A few weeks later I got a call from Richard asking to audition for this new film he is in, he wanted me as his costar and told the director all about me. I immediately flew out to LA for a table read and got the part. Since then, the two of us have been spotted out to dinner, at a few baseball games, and one time I forced him into a day of shopping. The paparazzi, of course, loved spotting us together, sometimes we would be nice and smile, other times we would flip off the cameras. I enjoyed spending time with Richard whether it was filming or out shopping, we had a special bond and I didn’t want to mess that up with adding feelings into the mix. But… I was thankful that filming had wrapped and the buzz about the movie was dying down as I didn’t know how much longer I could take being around Richard and not shoving him into a coat closet myself. 

“A dream you say?” The reporter asks.

I throw my head back and laugh.

“Yes! Isn’t that how all the girls feel about Richard?” I tease.

The reporter laughs and goes into questions about my dress and the film. She, of course, brings it back to Richard in the end.

“So, where is your handsome co-star?” 

“Shh, I left him in the car. He doesn’t go with my dress.” I smirk and wave as I walk off. 

A few steps down, I pause and take more pictures when I hear the ungodly squeals of young girls. 

He’s here. The real reason we didn’t walk down together is we didn’t want to cause more suspicion about our relationship. Richard had kinda been seeing someone and apparently, she was getting tired of all the rumors concerning the two of us. Oh well, I thought to myself. 

I see him in the corner of my eye and pray that he is alone. I tilt my head to the right as if I was posing, but really just trying to get a better view of Richard. 

God. There he is. I will never get used to the sight of him in a tux. I have never seen a man so physically attractive. I’ve always prided myself on never having that many crushes but damn, there is something about Richard that makes me feel like a high-school girl. I feel yourself smirk as I realize he’s alone and quickly pull my eyes away and back to the cameras. This is the last place I need to be drooling over him. I watch him in the corner of my eye approach the same reporter I did. Poor guy. 

RICHARDS POV:

I quickly step out of the car and hear the screams. I chuckle to myself as this is something I will probably never get over. I feel a bit more excited than I usually do at these events, while I am happy about the movie, I am more excited to see (Y/n). I immediately spot her as soon as I get on the red carpet. Fuck. She’s so beautiful. I’ll never forget the night we met. When I turned around and saw that she was the woman I was walking the red carpet with…I almost choked. She’s without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. But she’s more beautiful when she’s in a t-shirt and jeans with a beer in her hand. That’s my favorite, (Y/n). I mean the dolled up and tight dress look are always good to see but damn what I wouldn’t give to be back at my apartment eating pizza with her on my couch. I feel the breath hitch in my throat as I continue watching her. She’s so effortless in everything she does. Talking, laughing, acting, I swear she’s perfect. I never thought that I would ever feel this way about someone but I am completely at her mercy. I see her talking to a reporter, I wonder how many questions she’s had to answer about me.

“Richard! Over here!” I snap myself out of daydreaming about (Y/n) and turn to pose for pictures. I can catch up to her if I make this quick. I smile and pose and quickly make my way down. She’s leaving the reporter as I get a bit closer, “shit,” I whisper to myself. My manager grabs me and tells me I have to do an interview and I smirk. I go to the same one (Y/n) had. We love playing these games with the paps, besides I finally ended things with the girl I’ve somewhat been seeing because, well, she wasn’t (y/n). I’ve liked (y/n) since the moment I saw her, but the second we had a conversation I knew I wanted to be with her forever. 

“Richard! Hi!” The reporter says. I lean in and give a kiss on the cheek, ever the gentlemen, I know.

“Hi, how’s it going” I smile.

“Well, we just talked to your lovely co-star! did you enjoy filming with her?” 

Let the games begin.

“Did I?! She’s the best co-star I’ve ever had. I mean look at her.” I smirk and glance towards (y/n). Our eyes meet and she quickly looks away which prompts me to chuckle.

“Oh, so you like how she’s dressed tonight hm?” The reporter teases.

“Oh yeah, of course. She’s beautiful without even trying.” 

The reporter geeks over this answer and asks a few different questions, but of course, bring it back to (y/n) at the end.

“So, we asked your costar the same question, but why didn’t you two walk together?” 

“I asked her the same question! She left me in the car. Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to catch up to her.” I wink and run off towards (y/n).

I quickly make my way behind her and wrap a hand around her waist. She jumps at my touch and turns and begins laughing.

“You idiot!” She says quietly. 

“Richard! (y/n)! To your right!” 

“You. look. lovely.” I say as we turn in sync. Just as we did the night of the Met Gala. Our bodies just fit together so well, it’s crazy. She wraps her arm around my waist and tilts her head into me. 

“You don’t look half bad, Madden.” She smirks up towards me. God. It takes everything in me to not lean down and kiss her perfectly shaped lips. We kissed that night in the coat closet, best night of my life may I add, and I haven’t got to feel her lips against mine since then. How on earth have I survived? 

We pose for a few more pictures and I eventually step away to let her take a few more solo shots. She gives me a pouty face as soon as my hands leave her body and I wink at her which of course she rolls her eyes to. 

READER POV: 

I have to conceal my groan as Richard pulls away from me. The moment I felt him wrap his arm around my waist I knew this night was not going to end well. I mean yeah it could definitely end well but Jesus Christ if I don’t get to see him shirtless in my bedroom I am protesting the rest of life. I knew Richard felt some type of way about me but I just never knew how to address it, besides he had a girlfriend and I just didn’t want to be THAT girl, you know? 

We pose separately for a few last shots and eventually make our way inside. He lets out a loud groan.

“Glad that’s over.” He looks to me. I hadn’t seen him for a few days which meant the last time I saw him he was a scruffy face, Richard. Now he’s clean-shaven Richard and honestly, I don’t know which one is my favorite. His blue eyes are on display as always, even with the dim lighting of the hallway his eyes could light up the room. 

“I don’t look half bad, yet you are staring me up and down, love.” He whispers to snap me out of my trance. 

I clear my throat and fix my dress. He, of course, laughs at my attempt to push him off.

“Okay, fine. You look very handsome and sometimes you’re too handsome and I just can’t.” I blurt out. 

He tilts his head and gives me his infamous eyebrow raise. Goddamnit Richard can you just NOT BE SO HOT. 

I roll my eyes and begin to walk off. We met up with our director and producers, we grab some drinks and make our way to our seats. 

“Will you two behave if you sit next to each other?” Our director asks and we both laugh like little kids.

“Yes.” We say in sync, to the tune of John Mulaney. 

Within a few minutes the theater is packed and the lights dim. Showtime. 

This is the first time I am seeing the movie so I am completely captivated, but Richard not so much. I feel him staring at me so I eventually look over.

“What?” I angrily whisper.

He smirks and shakes his head.

A few minutes later I catch him staring once again. 

I give him a look and he has to control his laughter. I elbow him in the side and he stops. A few more minutes pass and in the corner of my eye he’s finally given up and has started to watch the movie. Our first kiss scene comes up and I feel myself glance down in embarrassment. So, yes, we have kissed since the coat closet but I didn’t count a forced semi-makeout as another kiss. I am staring down at my dress when I see Richards hand creep over and grab mine. I glance up and he’s smiling. I chuckle to myself and squeeze his hand. 

“This was my favorite scene to film,” he whispers.

My heart skips a few beats as I register what he says. I go back in forth in my head whether to respond and tell him the truth. I eventually muster the courage and force out a quiet,

“Same.” 

He bites down on his lip and I swear to god if we were alone, I would be the one biting on that lip. We watch the remainder of the film holding hands and as soon as the lights turn on we pull away. Don’t need that publicity right now. We need to figure out what the fuck is going on first. But unfortunately, this night was long from over, and I don’t see myself catching a private moment with him anytime soon. We are both pulled away by our managers and told where we are going next. 

“Will Richard be there?” I ask.

“Yes.” My manager smiles. 

I turn to catch one last glance of him in a tux as we will both be changing into more comfortable clothing. I change into a black jumpsuit in the car and pull my hair into a high ponytail. I know that Richard has enjoyed this look a few times and I wanted to watch his reaction as I step into the after-party. 

RICHARDS POV: 

I get to the after-party before (y/n) and I stand at the bar impatiently awaiting her arrival. I knew that it was going to be hard to get a private moment with her but I have to talk to her. I have to tell her how I feel, I’ve been holding this shit in too long.

I order a drink and talk to some of the other cast members when I hear joyful screaming.

She’s here. I quickly down my drink and order another. I turn around as she walks into the same room as me…holy shit. She’s wearing that damn black jumpsuit and her hair, god she knows I am a sucker for girls in ponytails. Don’t ask. But-wait. She’s…she’s with someone? I notice a guy come up behind her and wrap his arm around her waist. She doesn’t pull away, in fact, she leans into his embrace. She eventually turns and locks eyes with me and I feel a fire building in my stomach. Who the fuck is this guy? She was just holding my fucking hand in a movie and now she’s got a boyfriend? She’s never mentioned anyone before. I feel the anger intensifying and I realize I’ve got to tell her how I feel. I’ve got to fucking kiss her again. I quickly make my way towards her and she smiles as she realizes I am walking to her. 

“Hi-“ she says as I grab her hand. She doesn’t protest as she realizes I am pulling her into a separate room. The guy she’s with doesn’t follow which is a smart move because I am so heated I’d probably break his nose. I pull her into a side room and slam the door.

“What is with you and coat closet-“ She begins but I cut her off.

“What the fuck?” I ask and she jolts back.

We’ve never argued. I’ve never even raised my voice at her. She’s never seen this side of me but I can’t help it. There is no fucking way I can watch her with this guy all night. 

“Um, what?” She asks. She crosses her arms signifying she’s mad. Great. Good going, Richard. 

“Who? Who is that guy? You’ve never mentioned a guy?” I wave my hands. I can feel my face turning red and I can’t help but clench my jaw.

“Why does it matter, Richard? I figured your girlfriend would be here tonight, why aren’t you in a corner making out with her?” 

Oh. She’s jealous too. I smirk and she continues standing there pissed off.

“Well?” She asks and I laugh.

“Jealous, love?” 

“Me? Jealous? What about you! You just pulled me into another coat closet to yell at me about a guy you don’t even know! Why does it matt-“ 

I eventually step in and cut her off in a nicer way this time. I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips went to hers and it felt the same as the night of the Met Gala. She quickly wrapped her hands around my neck pulling me down into her and I slip my tongue into her mouth. I grab her hips and slowly back her up against the wall. We continue our heated kiss for what seems like hours. She runs her hands up my neck into my hair and I slightly moan at her soft touch. I’ve craved this for too long. I am never doing that again. 

I eventually pull away and she whines at the loss of my lips against hers. My hands remain on her waist and hers are draped over my shoulders. 

“It matters because I am in love with you and I don’t want to see you with any other guy.” 

Her mouth drops at my admission and I continue my hold on her hips. She continues staring at me. I can tell shes processing what I just said. She does this sometimes. 

“Uh-you-what?” She questions.

“I love you.” I nod my head.

I watch as her lips curl upwards into a small smile and she locks her hands behind my neck and pulls me down to her lips. She kisses me softly and pulls away,

“I love you, Rich. I always have.” 

I smile at her admission and pull her in again. 

“Why do good things between us always happen in coat closets?” She mumbles and I laugh.

“Oh well, how did you put it? Let’s get out of this coat closet and go to some afterparties.” I wink

“Or we could just go back to your place?” She murmurs.

I give her an eyebrow raise and we sneak our way out of the party. 

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Windows to the soul.

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request: Richard and Reader have been together for three years and due to all the stress from work their sex life is a bit lacking and reader tries to spice it up with a ten sexual fantasy list. Richard isn’t a fan at first but he eventually gives in. ;) 

warnings: contains curse words and smut!!

You hear the door unlock and you spring up from the couch. You run towards your bedroom and panic as you can’t decide the best way to surprise Richard. Your stomach is filled with butterflies as you were anxious and excited to see your boyfriend. Crazy after three years he still made you feel like a teenager with her first love. Richard is currently in his second month of filming the new season of bodyguard. With his unpredictable work schedule and your demanding work schedule, the two of you haven’t been able to make much time for each other… including sexy time. That was going to change tonight. After work, you stopped and bought a brand new lingerie set in his favorite color. You were determined to bring some spice back into the bedroom.

“Love?” He calls out.

“In the bedroom!” You respond. You decided to lean up against the doorframe to the bathroom. You didn’t want to be too aggressive and already be on the bed. You figured this would be the best option. You hear his footsteps get closer and excitement once again washes over your body. He walks in and stops dead in his tracks when he lays his eyes on you.

“Well, hello.” He smiles.

You smile and slowly stalk towards him. You are wearing one of his white button-up shirts with a few buttons undone so he can clearly see your new set underneath. His eyes fall from yours to your chest, to your hips, to your legs. You watch as he clears his throat and you feel the fire inside you. Once you’re in front of him you glide your hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck. He immediately wraps his around your waist.

“Hi, babe.” You whisper.

“You will be the death of me.” He closes his eyes.

You chuckle to yourself and lean up to his lips. You start the kiss sweet and tender but quickly dominate the inside of his mouth with your tongue. He involuntarily moans and you push him back towards the bed. He pulls away and stops you.

“Baby, I-I would love to but I am too fucking tired.” He says against your lips.

You feel your heart drop into your stomach. Richard has never rejected you like this. You step back and he attempts to grab your hand but you pull away.

“Love, I’m sorry. I am.” He begins and you lift your hand to stop him. He sighs and you turn around to grab a change of clothes. You storm off to the bathroom and slam the door. He stands outside for a little while and listens to your sniffling, which makes him feel like shit. He eventually musters the courage to call out to you.

“Baby? Please come out. I am sorry.”

You open the door and walk past him. You grab your pillow and a blanket and begin to walk out of the room.

“Love! Where are you going? Please talk to me.” He says as he grabs your arm.

“Rich, let go. I’m sleeping on the couch.” You snap.

He drops your arm and you leave.

You both barely sleep. You hear Richard open and close your bedroom door several times throughout the night. You assume he was going to try to come out and talk but talked himself out of it. He knows how you are when you’re angry. You two rarely fight. You’ve never slept on the couch. This was uncharted territory for your relationship. You stay up half the night worried that this is the end of your relationship. You two really hadn’t spent any time together since he started filming. You thought that he would enjoy you taking charge in the bedroom. Maybe he’s just over you and your relationship and this life. Little did you know Richard was worried about the same things. He knew he loved you and didn’t want to lose you. So he was up all night preparing an apology that would make you never want to sleep on the couch again.

The next morning you open your eyes and Richard is sitting on the end of the couch where your feet are.

“Hi, love.” He says.

You groan and sit up. Richard moves closer towards you and grabs your hand.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you or offend you. I wanted nothing more than to make love to you last night but I was just so tired. Please don’t be mad at me. I will make it up to you. Anything you want. Please baby.”

He kisses your hand and pulls you towards him. You nestle your head into his neck as he kisses the top of your forehead.

“I’m sorry too Rich, I was acting like an idiot. I just-we haven’t spent much time together and I just thought it would be fun to do something different.” You explain.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry. Work has been hard the past few weeks, that’s no excuse. I need to be better.” He leans in and kisses a soft kiss on your lips.

You smile into the kiss.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you, more. Now tell me. What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks.

A devilish smirk comes across your face.

“Well… I was thinking.” You begin.

“Yes?”

“Okay, so I think we should make like a top ten sexual fantasy list and cross off each one.” You smile.

Richard doesn’t speak. He stares at you for a little.

“What does that mean?” He eventually asks.

“You know, like sexual fantasies? Like one of mine is having sex at work. One of yours could be like roll-play. Whatever you’re secretly into babe, we would do and cross it off.”

He tilts his head as he processes your idea.

“Interesting.” He says.

“I mean, it’s just something different… we don’t have to.” You shrug your shoulders.

“No, no. We can do it. Yeah.” He smiles. He grabs your hand and squeezes it and you jump with excitement.

“YAY! Okay so you make 5 and I’ll make 5 and then we will just, uh, do it I guess.” You laugh.

You quickly list 5 and Richard seems shocked how much you’ve thought about this.

“Your turn.” You smirk.

“I-I don’t know baby. I need to think. I mean this seems a little crazy.” He chuckles to himself.

You sigh to yourself. You feel rejected once again by Richard. You stand up and he quickly stops you.

“Love, just be patient with me. I’ve never done this type of stuff. But if this is something you want to do, we will do it.” He smiles.

This is all the reassurance you needed. You peck him on the lips and go get ready for work. He doesn’t have to film until tonight so he makes your lunch and sees you off.

“Think about your list,” You wink as he walks you out the door.

——

Halfway into your workday, you receive a text from Richard.

“This is so fucking hard. I mean sex with you is perfect enough x.”

This makes you gush but also roll your eyes.

“Jesus, Richard. Look up ideas. Normal men dream about role-playing or some shit.”

“OK let’s roll play you being my girlfriend and we have sex like normal people.” He immediately responds.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

“I won’t be home by the time you leave. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He doesn’t respond and you get back to your workday.

You get out of your last meeting and walk towards your office. As usual, you’ll be the last one to leave. You open your door and walk towards your desk, you are immediately pulled back towards the door and let out a tiny yelp.

“Jesus Richard!” You punch at him.

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. He quickly closes your office door and pushes you up against it. His lips are on yours before you can speak. You drop your notebook and wrap your hands in his hair. This time he dominates your mouth and which prompts several tiny moans from you. You attempt to push him off of you but his grip on your waist is too strong as he slams you back into the door.

“Rich-“ you whine.

“This is what you wanted, no?” He whispers into your ear. He then takes your ear lope in his mouth and tugs it slightly.

The tone of his voice was enough to make you wet.

He kisses down your chin. His scruff scratches at your collarbone as he makes his way towards your neck. One hand that was on your waist has moved to the small of your back and Richard pulls you further into him. You lift your head so he knows where you want him.

“God, I how fucking responsive you are.” He licks and nips at your neck which forces your eyes to roll back in your head.

You let out tiny whimpers as he switches to the other side. He lifts up your blouse and throws it to the side. He continues kissing down your body as he slides your bra straps down. He unfastens the back and it falls down your body to reveal your breasts. He bites down on his lips as he sees how hard your nipples are. He looks you in the eyes as he flicks his tongue over your nipple, his unoccupied hand pinching and rolling your other. Your back arches off the desk as he takes your nipple into his mouth and continues to lather over it with his tongue. He soon lets it go and half whispers half growls, “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

He slides his hands down your body and pulls down your skirt in the process. He then lifts you by your thighs, pressing his bulge into your hot wet center. He turns you around and carries you towards your desk. Luckily you just cleaned it off earlier. He places you on it and pulls you towards him. You quickly undo his pants and he flinches at your touch. He is as ready for you as you are for him. He pulls off his shirt and before you can compliment him, he places his lips back onto yours. You pull at his underwear and he pulls his head back.

“Now, now darling, be patient.” He whispers and this drives you crazy. You groan at his response and he bites down on his lip.

“Needy girl.” He growls. He pushes you down on your desk and grabs both of your wrists and holds them over your head. You watch him slowly kiss down your arms, his package still pressed against you. He kisses and sucks at your nipples again. Forcing moans and whimpers out of your mouth.

“I love your little sounds,” he says as he kisses down your stomach.

He grabs ahold of your panties with his teeth and pulls them down as his other hand wraps around your thigh. You kick them off eagerly and watch as Richard stares at you drenched and bare for him. Suddenly his mouth is on you. Fuck. He slips in one finger, and then two. You feel his scruff against you as he takes your clit into his mouth and gently sucks while flicking his tongue. Honestly, the man is a god.

“Rich I’m gonna-fuck-I’m-” you whimper.

“Not” one flick of his tongue.

“Yet” two flicks of his tongue.

“RICH.” You moan loudly.

“Hold on baby girl.” He continues to lick up and down. Pumping his fingers in and out. You begin to feel dizzy and let out a scream.

“Cum.” He demands and you let go.

As you come down from your high you push yourself up on your elbows and are met with a devilish smirk from your boyfriend. You narrow your gaze at him and he pushes his boxers down. His cock springs out and you could cum from that sight alone. He steps into you and you open your legs. You feel the head of his cock trace against you before dipping in shallowly.

“Fuck, love.” He groans.

He pushes into you more and grabs ahold of you before you can fall back onto the desk. He holds you against him as he pushes in and out of you. His rhythm is animalistic. Richard doesn’t like it when you imply you two “fuck” instead he likes to say “make love,” but tonight, he is fucking you. He drops his head and begins biting your shoulder and neck.

“Oh, my, fuck, Rich-“ you whine as you close your eyes.

“Shit, baby. You’re so tight. Fuck.” He continues slamming into you. Your thighs begin to shake and you feel your second orgasm coming. You’ve never been with a man who can make you orgasm within minutes of each other.

“Rich-I’m-“ you whimper.

“Me too,” he moans.

You two eventually cum at the same time. Richard continues to pump into you and slows down. He pulls out and you lay your head against his chest. He kisses your head, to your nose, to your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asks. This is always his first question after sex.

“God, yes.” You giggle.

“So that’s what you wanted?” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Um, better.” You smile.

“Well, there’s the first thing off the list.” He winks and kisses you once more.

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Richard Madden on his Instagram stories - February 1st, 2020

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request: “A theatre setting and they are both the leading roles maybe it could be Romeo and Juliet or something like that and they slowly start to fall for each other and after a successful premiere they have a drink with each other and they get slightly tipsy and she tells him that she is a virgin and also that she has a huge crush on him and he goes like well if that is the case we should do something about it”

I tweaked this recommendation a bit! I had fun writing this, I didn’t want to split it up so apologies for the length! hope you guys enjoy :) 

warnings: curse words and smut. 

You feel how sweaty your hand is as you place it on the cold door handle to open it. You take a step inside and feel a bit overwhelmed as you see all the people running around. You just landed your first big role in a film and it’s the first day on set. You look around for a minute until someone makes their way up to you,

“Hi, Ms. (L/n)? Follow me please.” The stagehand escorts you back to your trailer. You notice that your name is plastered on the side and you smile to yourself. You think that though it’s a little jester, you’ve finally made it. You make your way inside and greet your team of makeup/hair for the next few months. You get to talking and quickly warm up to these individuals who will thankfully be doing the things you’ve never been able to do, aka putting eyeliner on.

You’re due on set in 15 and they are finishing up your look. It’s subtle for the first scene, hair parted down the middle, minimal makeup, this is a comfortable look for you. You’re drinking your usual Starbucks order when one of the makeup girls catch you off guard.

“So, are you nervous to be working alongside Richard?” She asks.

You take another sip of your drink and look at her confusingly in the mirror. You didn’t really know what she meant by that. You and Richard had done a few table reads together and he seemed very nice and polite. The movie you’re staring in is somewhat of a different take on Romeo and Juliet mixed with the recent tribulations of the Royal family. Richard was, of course, playing your love interest which was great because he was incredibly handsome. But in reality, he is a bit older than you, so you didn’t think too much of it. 

“Uh, no? Should I be? Is he an asshole?” You question back and the two laugh at you.

“Oh, honey. Quite the opposite.” One of them chuckle.

You join in the laughter to play off your remark.

“I mean you have seen him right? He is probably the hottest man I’ve ever seen.” Tina fans herself. 

You smirk at her and roll your eyes. You think back to when you first saw him and you remember you were taken aback by his blue eyes. You hadn’t even been thinking about working alongside Richard because you were so nervous/excited that you landed such a big role. As you finish up with makeup you make your way back to the set. You are now overthinking if you should’ve been worrying about working alongside Richard versus being nervous about being in the film, to begin with. You think to yourself that you should’ve researched him more. You’ve seen Rocketman, that’s sufficient right? He played a good douchebag in that film, and he and Taron Egerton are really good friends. You’ll just bring that up if you have to. 

You walk in and he’s already on set talking to the director. As you make your way towards them, the director looks up and notices you. Richard turns to follow his gaze and it’s almost like his face lights up at the sight of you. You immediately notice those blue eyes again and you feel your hands becoming sweaty once more. As you get closer he takes a few steps to meet you,

“(Y/n)! Hi!” The Scottish accent rolls of his tongue. He leans in to hug you and you have no choice but to hug back.

“Hi, Richard it’s great to see you again.” You say. You idiot. Of course, you’re seeing him again. You’re working on the film together.

“I was so happy to hear you got the part.” He smiles and all you can do is nod. Jesus. What the hell is wrong with you? 

You and Richard stand around and talk to the director for a few minutes to get the jest of the first scene. Simple enough, you two meet through friends at a party but you have no idea that he’s the prince of a small country. 

Everyone gets to their places and positions as you and Richard prepare to begin. You are doing some deep breathing exercises hoping that no one is paying attention but unfortunately Richard is.

“You alright?” He whispers.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just a bit nervous.” You force a smile. 

He smirks at you and leans in,

“No need to be nervous, I will be right here with you.” He winks and walks off to take his place. You feel your face turn red and quickly realize that this man could quite possibly be the death of you. 

Despite your fears, you aced the scene with one take. Richard was so impressed with you he gave you a fist pump as soon as the director yelled cut. 

“You’re fucking hilarious.” He says as you both walk off to grab some water.

“Thanks, I think so as well.” You laugh and glance over at him. His smile is contagious and you are suddenly very excited to be working with him for the next few months. 

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Over the next few weeks, you and Richard become incredibly close. He was nice and funny and genuine. You haven’t made many friends in the industry yet and it almost felt like he was taking you under his wing which was nice. You guys would hang out in each other’s trailers before, during, and after filming. You’d go over lines, watch tv, and on a few occasions grabbed drinks and dinner with other members of the cast and crew. You knew that the crush you had on him grew with each minute you spent together. You hid it well though. You both were flirty people so you could always play off your flirting with Richard by doing it with someone else. You did notice a few times that Richard would seem to tense up if you flirted with the other guys around. This excited you so you did it more and more. Richard would repay you by flirting with the girls around. You both knew the game you were playing but neither of you wanted to admit it. The way Richard made you feel was a bit different from any other guy you’ve been around. Though you’ve only had two/three relationships, Richard has made you feel in more ways than all of your boyfriends put together. You were attracted to him in a way you’ve never experienced. You wanted to do things to him…you’ve never even thought of. Despite the fact you are a virgin, there are a lot of things you were willing to do with Richard Madden. 

It’s the day before your birthday which so happens to fall on one of the three-day weekend breaks from filming. You just finished up filming for the day when you’re in your trailer getting undressed and hear a knock on the door. You attempt to yell for the person to hold on but the door is already opening and Richard pops his head in.

“Hi-“ he says and his eyes widen.

“Richard!” You squeal and quickly throw on your shirt. 

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He says and covers his eyes like a child. You chuckle to yourself.

“Can I help you, Mr. Madden.” You state. He continues to hold his hand over his eyes.

“May I look?” He says and you laugh once more.

“Yes, you weirdo.” You scoff.

“Hi.” He smiles as he pulls his hand away from his eyes.

“Hello.” You say back. You try to seem annoyed but it’s impossible. He’s too fucking cute and hot and you just wanna kiss those big lips. You notice he has one hand behind his back and you give him a look.

“I have something for you.” His voice is low. You tilt your head and smile when he reveals two tickets.

“What?” You ask as he hands one to you.

You realize it’s for Elton John’s farewell tour. You told him weeks ago that you were a huge Elton fan and were sad you weren’t going to be able to see him perform. At the time he only rubbed in your face that he not only got to meet Elton but he sang many songs with him. You look up at him shocked and a smile slinks across his gorgeous face.

Before you can stop yourself you wrap your arms around his neck and he seems taken aback at your response.

“Richard!” You exclaim and he chuckles. He wraps his arms around your waist and continues your embrace. You pull away but his hands remain on your waist.

“Richard, you did not have to do this!” You say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s the least I could do for your birthday.” He winks at you. 

You both stand there for a few more seconds until you both realize that his hands are still around your waist and yours are on his chest. You clear your throat and step back and he does the same.

“Thank you, Richard. I am so excited!” 

“Me too. It’s going to be fun. I will come to pick you up tomorrow at 6?” He asks and you simply nod your head in agreeance. 

“OK, see you then.” He smiles and leaves. 

You sit down and stare at the tickets. You realize that this will be your first solo outing with Richard and your heart is practically beating through your chest. Shit. You think to yourself. You won’t have others to rely on to help with the conversation or to distract you. It will just be the two of you.

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You finish putting on your lipstick when you hear a knock. 

“Coming!” You yell out and check yourself out one more time. You were wearing a black turtle neck with wide-leg jeans accompanied with some white ankle boots. You were worried you didn’t look good because this was the first time in weeks you were forced to do your own hair and makeup.

You take a deep breath before opening the door and are met with a smiley Richard who is holding flowers. You gush at his sweet gesture and wave him inside. 

“Happy Birthday. You look beautiful.” He bites down on his lip and you feel the familiar feeling of your face turning red. 

You quickly take the flowers and put them in a vase. You come back into the room he is standing in and you take him in once more. Not only is Richard gorgeous he knows how to fucking dress. He’s dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt. He has a green bomber jacket on and his hair is pushed back. His blue eyes on display per usual. He notices you staring at him longer than usual and laughs.

“Enjoy what you see?” He asks and you roll your eyes.

“Shove it.” You fire back.

You grab your bag and head towards the door. He quickly follows you and you two make your way to his car. Before you can open your door he quickly gets in front of you to do it for you. You smile because as long as Richard is alive, chivalry will be as well. You thank him as he helps you inside. You talk about your days as he drives to the concert. You tell him how you told all your friends you were going to the concert and he laughs.

“Damn, I am pretty amazing, huh?” He jokes.

“I’d say so.” You say with a smirk. He glances over at you and smiles. 

Once you arrive at the concert, you two are ushered in a different entrance than everyone else. Perks of being famous? Richard was able to score some pretty good floor seats. You two grab drinks before making your way to them. You two fight over who buys the first round but Richard wins as he slaps his card down first. You roll your eyes.

“You know I like it when you roll your eyes at me right?” He whispers into your ear. You feel your breath hitched in your throat and goosebumps fill your body. Oh, Jesus. You glare at him and he laughs. You two make your way to your seats and continue the million different conversations you’re having. He asks what song you’re most excited for and you make him guess. He guesses right on the second try. 

“Bennie and the Jets? Really?” He laughs.

“What’s wrong with that song!? It’s the best.” You take a sip of your vodka sour.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He smirks. 

The show starts and you are on your feet from the first song to the encore. You scream and dance along to every song. Too much of your surprise, Richard joins in your singing and dancing. At one point you two are dancing against each other and you almost ask him to take you to the nearest bathroom to fuck you. You realize that’s probably the 5th vodka sour talking and force that thought out of your mind. The concert sadly comes to an end and as the lights come on you look to Richard. You find that he’s already staring at you, smiling.

“Thank you.” You whisper. 

His smile grows.

“What?” You ask with laughter.

“There’s one more surprise.” He says as he grabs your hand.

He pulls you towards the stage and then into a side door. You can’t tell if you’re intoxicated off the alcohol or the grip of his hand on yours. He pulls you into a room and you see the backup dancers and singers in one corner. You turn to ask what’s going on when you hear someone say,

“Richie!” You both turn around and holy fuck. It’s Elton. Fucking. John.

“Elton! Hi!” Richard exclaims and they embrace in a sweet hug. 

They exchange more greetings and how are yous, when Richard turns around to you.

“This is (y/n)” He smiles.

Elton quickly steps towards you, you reach your hand out to greet him and he laughs at you. He throws his arms around you and you quickly embrace him back.

“It’s nice to meet you, young lady. Richard has spoken highly about you.” Elton says as he grabs onto your shoulders. You are so starstruck you can’t form sentences. 

“Hi-it’s-uh-it’s an honor, I am such a huge fan.” You eventually muster out. Elton and Richard laugh at you. You join along in the laughter because you’re such a fucking idiot. Elton pulls away and pats Richard on the shoulder. He whispers something into his ear and Richard smiles, his eyes meeting yours. 

“How about a picture before I leave?” He asks.

“Please!” You squeal. 

You Elton and Richard pose for a picture and you make it the background on your phone immediately. You thank him again for taking the time to meet with you and you and Richard head off. You are on cloud nine and are practically running through the arena. Richard is close to follow you and laughing at you the entire way.

“What a fucking night!” You say as you get back in Richard’s car. 

“I’m glad you had a good time.” He says.

“I did! All because of you! Seriously Richard, wow. That was amazing. Thank you. I don’t know how to ever repay you.” You smile and grab ahold of his hand. You both stare at your hands touching and then look back to each other. You can feel your heart in your throat. You want nothing more than to kiss him right now but you have no fucking idea if he feels the same. Sure he flirts with you but this, this could change everything. You two have a few more months of filming and you are scared of ruining the friendship you’ve created. You are also worried that if you attempt to kiss him right now he will have to reject you and things will be awkward forever and ever. You quickly pull your hand away and you see Richard sigh.

He turns the key in the ignition and you two drive back in silence. He pulls up to where you are staying and you sit there for a few seconds. 

“Thank you again.” You turn to him. 

He smiles at you and nods his head. You continue staring at him. You feel yourself glance down to his lips. You look back into his eyes and you wish he would just make the fucking move. 

“I’ll see you Monday?” He says.

“Yep!” You say and quickly get out of the car. He watches you as you walk inside and drives off. You close the door and lean up against it.

Fuck. You think to yourself. There is nothing more you would have rather done than invited him inside. You remember that he is a few years older than you, why would he waste his time with someone so much younger? He’s also a bit more famous than you, why would he waste his time with someone who is practically new to all this? You loudly sigh and pull yourself away from the door. As you climb into bed you check your phone to see a text from Richard.

“I had a great time tonight, love. x” 

Love. Your heart melts and you hold your phone to your chest. You sit there and smile up at your ceiling before drifting away into sleep.

                          ————————————————–

You enjoy your long weekend by catching up on some much-needed relaxation. You never heard any more from Richard after you responded to him yesterday morning. You thought about texting him to get dinner but you decided against it. You just put on a face-mask and made yourself a drink before snuggling up on the couch to watch some Netflix. You scroll and scroll until you land on a show you’ve been meaning to watch, you smirk to yourself and click on Bodyguard. 

15 minutes in you are practically on the edge of the couch. You had no idea that this show was so intense. You wondered how many times Richard clenched his jaw in the first scene alone. You are halfway through the second episode when you hear a knock on the door. You check the time and see it’s after 10pm. You have no idea who would be visiting you so late.

You walk over and stand on your tiptoes to peep through the hole. Shit. You unlock the door and Richard turns around to you.

“Hi!” He says. 

“Richard? what are you doing here?” You ask.

“Oh a few of us were getting drinks down the street and I tried calling you to come by!” He smiles. You can tell he seems like he’s had more than a few drinks. You invite him inside and go grab him a glass of water. You are filling it up when you hear him laugh in the next room. Your eyes widen and you run into the room to see Richard has discovered you watching his show.

“You’re almost at the good part.” He smirks as you walk in. 

“Jesus. I-I can explain.” You say as you hand him the water.

He nods his head to thank you and takes a sip.

“I’ve never seen the show. Everyone was talking about how good you were in it. I just wanted to check it out…” you explain.

He laughs at you and then bites down on his lip. You notice him check out the fact you are wearing a tank top and boy shorts. You feel your breathing intensify as he eyes you up and down. You make your way to the couch and throw a blanket over you. 

“Here sit down, I will turn on something else.” You say and he shakes his head no.

“No, no. I want you to see the next part.” He smirks. He ignores the rest of the couch and sits down right beside you. 

You are hesitant to press play but he whines until you do. Sure enough, he was right, a few minutes later was his steamy sex scene and…holy shit. You found yourself mesmerized by him, per usual. You were so turned on that you hoped it wasn’t obvious that you were rubbing your thighs together under the blanket. You also found yourself trying to control your breathing but it wasn’t working too well. You glance over and Richard is watching you versus the show.

“What!” You ask and he chuckles. 

“Told you it was the good part.” He winks. 

“You’re so fucking cocky.” You roll your eyes.

“Yeah? I think you like that about me.” His voice low. He is turned towards you and has his arm draped around the back of the couch. You glance down at his lips similar to the way you did the other night. You feel your breathing pick up again and the drink from earlier has gone to your head. Before you know your lips crash against his. The kiss is heated and you quickly move on top of him to straddle him. He moans into the kiss as you land on top of him, his hands are rubbing up and down your back. Yours are planted on each side of his face. You completely dominate the kiss. Richard’s hands make their way into your hair and you pull away from his lips to kiss down his neck. 

“Fuck,” he whines as your lips suck at his skin.

You feel Richard tense up and he quickly pulls you off of him and is now hovering over you. His lips find your neck and you moan as his scruff tickles your neck. His hand slides up your shirt and he can feel you tremble as he touches your bare skin. He smirks against your skin seeing how needy you are for him. He leans up and begins to lift his shirt off. 

“I’m a virgin.” You blurt out.

Richard’s eyes widen and he stares down at you. He leans back and closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. You feel your heart sink to your stomach as he quickly moves off of you. 

He attempts to speak and you cut him off.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” You stand up and grab the remote to turn off the tv. He stands up and you can feel him behind you. He grabs you and spins you around. 

“(Y/n), no. I’m sorry. I didn’t-“ he attempts to apologize.

You nod your head and take a step back.

“No, totally I get it. We have to work alongside each other for the next few months. We don’t need to add feelings and emotions in the mix.” You ramble on. He can tell he’s upset you and he attempts to comfort you. You take another step back and raise your hand to stop him.

“Seriously, I get it. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have kissed you.” You state. 

“My-uh-my ride is outside. I am going to go to. I will see you tomorrow.” 

You shake your head and walk him to the door.

He turns around but doesn’t say anything. You can tell he’s upset but he just walks off towards his car. You close the door and lean against it just like the other night. Great. You think to yourself. You make your way upstairs and pray that tomorrow won’t be awkward. 

                        ————————————————–

You are reading over your lines and drinking your coffee when one of the girls tells you that Richard has been pacing outside your door for the last 10 minutes. You glance up at them and laugh. You make your way towards the door and open it. Sure enough, Richard is walking back and forth. He stops when he sees you.

“Can I help you?” You ask.

“Hey. Hi. Can we talk?” He retorts.

“Yes come in.” You say and lead him inside. You tell the girls to give you guys a minute and stare at him.

“Go on” you insist and he laughs.

“Look, about last night-“ he begins but you cut him off.

“Jesus. Richard. I told you. It’s fine. I shouldn’t have done anything.” You roll your eyes and sit back down in your makeup chair.

“No, I shouldn’t have come to see you. I was drunk and I just didn’t want to give you the impression-“ 

“That you like me and something is going on between the two of us?” You interject once more. Your comment takes him back and he stops talking.

“(Y/n)…” he begins and you stand up and walk towards him.

“Richard. Nothing is going on between us. We are friends who got carried away. Nothing more. You don’t like me, I don’t like you. Nothing is going on.” You state. 

He continues to stare at you. He eventually nods his head and leaves. You take a deep breath once the door closes. You hope that he believed you.

Filming the rest of the day was fine. You thought it was going to be awkward but you forgot the fact that Richard is a very good actor. He was playful with you as always. He seemed extra playful actually. He was definitely more flirty than usual. He was flirting with all the extras. At one point you had to walk away to roll your eyes because people were beginning to notice. You had one more scene to film before the day was over and it was the first kiss between you and Richard. That was supposed to be until next week but they ended up switching things around so you had no time to mentally prepare. You go to take your place and notice Richard is talking to the same girl he’s been flirting with all day. You feel yourself clenching your jaw but are unable to stop. Richard notices as he walks towards you and smirks. 

“Watching too much bodyguard there, love. The clenching isn’t good for your jaw.” He whispers as he walks by.

You scoff at him. You need to control yourself but this man makes it fucking hard. An idea pops in your head as you take a look at the girl who is eyeing Richard. You smirk to yourself. The director yells action and you and Richard have a mini-fight that leads to him interrupting you with a kiss. Once his lips land on yours, you dominate the kiss as you did last night. You know that he’s enjoying it by the involuntary moan that slips through his lips into your mouth. You can’t help but smirk into the kiss. The director yells cut and is pleased with the one take. Richard pulls away and stares at you. Knowing damn well what your intentions of that kiss were. 

“I doubt your girl over there will kiss you like that.” You say with a wink and walk away. Richard smirks to himself and watches you as you walk off the set. 

                         ————————————————–

Somehow the weeks flew by, which then became months and it was the last week of filming. You were sad because you’ve become such good friends with everyone and you didn’t want the fun to end. You also knew that soon you weren’t going to get to see Richard every day and that hurt your heart. You and some other castmates are talking about the party that is going on Saturday night at the directors’ house when Richard walks up behind you. He taps on your shoulder and you spin around to see him holding your usual Starbucks drink.

“Oh Richard Madden, I love you!” You exclaim and everyone laughs. You kiss his cheek and take your drink. This behavior had become normal for the two of you and no one really thought anything of it. Richard leans into your kiss and smiles. You could tell something was off about him as he remained quiet during the group’s conversation. Before the next scene, you pulled him off to the side and asked him what was wrong.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?” He tries to deflect.

“Rich, don’t lie to me. What’s up?” You insist once more and he sighs.

“I just hate the end of filming.” He shrugs his shoulder and you smile.

“You gonna miss me, Richie?” You swat at his shoulder. You’ve begun calling him by the pet name that Elton John used the night of the concert and you could tell he enjoyed it. 

“Of course.” He responds. His voice is genuine and you were taken aback as you were expecting a sarcastic response.

“Hey, we are friends for life now, Madden. No need to miss me.” You wink and he laughs.

You wrap up your last scene and once the director yells cut for the last time everyone cheers. You and Richard have a long embrace which ends with him kissing your forehead. You attempt to hide your amusement by making your way around and hugging everyone else. You get dressed to go home and walk out of your trailer to find Richard. 

“Well hi, creep.” You say with a laugh.

“Hey.” He says with a smile.

You two walk towards your cars discussing the film and your hopes that it’s as successful as you think it will be. 

“So you’re going to the party tomorrow right?” He asks.

“You think I am going to turn down a party?” You scoff as you throw your bags into your car. He laughs because he knows you would never pass on free alcohol.

You turn around and lean up against your car and he’s only a few feet away. That familiar feeling is back. You know…the one where you want your lips on his feeling. You clear your throat and pull yourself off the car.

“Well, I will see you tomorrow.” You say and he smiles.

                         ————————————————–

You invite your glam team over before the party for a pregame. They insist on doing your hair and makeup one last time and you don’t object. You want to feel extra good tonight. This is the last time you’ll be seeing Richard for a long time, you need to leave a lasting impression. You wear an all-black jumpsuit that hugs your curves in all the right spots. Your hair and makeup are on point and you feel gorgeous. You and the girls enjoy a few drinks before you head over to the party. They tease you about Richard because they know that is why you wanted to look extra hot tonight. You play along with the teasing because who cares. Filming is over, now everyone can know you had a crush on him. 

As you make your way into the directors’ house you are met with cheers and hugs from everyone that’s already there. One of your castmates tells you that Richard has been looking for you since he got to the party. You see him standing outside near the pool talking with others. You grab a drink and make your way towards him. You try to scare him but one of the others spot you and smile. He follows their gaze and his eyes light up once he sees you. 

“Jesus.” He whispers but you catch it.

“Hey there.” You smirk. 

You greet everyone and talk for a few minutes. You and Richard eventually sneak away to be by yourselves. You finish off your drink and feel the ones from earlier kicking in. 

“You look-wow. You look fucking great.” His Scottish accent thickens when he curses. You’ve always put that in your top three most attractive things about him. You chuckle at his compliment and thank him. 

“You look handsome as always.” You say without thinking. Definitely, the alcohol taking over. He smirks at your compliment. 

You stand outside and talk for what seems like hours. You realize you’ve missed practically the entire party but you don’t care. This was the real reason you wanted to come. You wanted to spend all the time you could with him before you two parted ways. You guys talk about things you’ve never discussed. Your families, your lives before acting, your aspirations in life, what you would be doing if you weren’t acting. You didn’t think it was possible to like him more but learning all these little things about him made your heart skip beats. You take a chill as the night air takes over and he notices. He quickly whips off his jacket and throws it around your shoulders. You smile and roll your eyes at the same time.

“What!? Why do you always give me attitude when I am nice to you.” He asks.

“Because, you make it so easy” You respond.

“Make what easy?” 

“To like you! I mean shit, Richard. You think you’d be this big asshole but no. You’re nice and funny and sweet. You’re fucking perfect.” You ramble on and eventually catch yourself. Your eyes widen and you look up at him.

“Like me? Hm?” He teases you.

“Oh shove it.” You roll your eyes.

“You like me, like me? Or just like me?” He continues his teasing.

You scoff and stand up. You throw his jacket on top of him and begin to walk off. He runs to chase you and grabs ahold of your hand to spin you around. You gasp as he pulls you into him.

“That night. At your apartment. I didn’t care that you were a virgin, I just didn’t want to be your first if you weren’t ready.” He says.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as you are surprised by his admission.

“Rich-I,” you begin but he interrupts. 

“Shut up, let me talk for once.” He says and you chuckle. 

“You tell me when you’re ready, ok? Until then I am perfectly content with taking you out on dates and watching Netflix shows you continue to put off.” He looks into your eyes to show you he is serious. You nod and smile.

“Now kiss me.” He says and you do just that. Your kiss is slow and sweet. You pull away and whisper against his lips.

“I’m ready now, you know?” 

“To go?” He asks and you laugh at how dumb he is.

“Yes, to go. But also for you to fuck me.” His eyes widen and he bites down on his lip. 

“Love…” he begins and you cut him off as usual.

“Rich. Take me home or take me into a room here, your choice.” You state and he clears his throat.

He quickly grabs his coat and your purse and you guys say your goodbyes. You take his car back to your place. You open the door and he quickly has you against it.

“Fuck, Rich-“ His lips on your neck makes you moan out his name.

“I knew that was going to sound sexy coming from your lips.” He says between nips and sucking at your skin. You lift your head up higher to expose more of yourself to him and he takes it all in. He pulls away to pull off his shirt and you help him in the process. You drool at his tone body and he chuckles at you. 

“Your turn.” He winks.

He quickly unzips your jumper and it falls off your body to reveal the sexy lingerie you bought specifically for this moment. He takes a step back to take you in. He bites down on his lip and sighs.

“Jesus fucking christ.” He says. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you into. He lifts you into his arms and you begin kissing once more. 

“First door…on the right.” You manage to say in between sloppy kisses.

He carries you into your room and gently places you on the bed. He pulls off his pants and reaches into his wallet for a condom and you laugh.

“Always prepared?” You ask.

“Nah, this has just been in my pocket since the Elton John concert.” He winks. 

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes. 

He places the condom on the bedside table and climbs in the bed. He places his hand on your jaw and forces you to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispers. You smile and nod.

“Would you just fuck me already.” You state and his eyes turn black. He quickly gets on top of you and begins kissing your lips down to your neck down to your stomach. You find yourself pulling at the sheets as he slinks his finger into your underwear and pulls them down your legs slowly. You glance down to see him lick his lips and your back arches off the bed once you feel his tongue on you. 

“Holy fuck!” You scream out.

“That’s it, love. Let me hear you.” He says between licks. 

You dive your hands into his hair and pull him further into you and he smirks at your neediness. He continues to lick up your slit and you continue to squirm each time. You’ve never felt this good in your life. You feel a knot in your stomach and you think you’re about to cum.

“Rich-I-“ you whimper and he knows exactly what you’re saying. He quickly pulls away and reaches for the condom. Your eyes widen and your mouth waters as you see his cock. You knew he was going to be gifted, but not that much. You take a sharp inhale to prepare yourself as he lines himself up with you. He makes his way back towards your face and searches your eyes for any doubt. You smile and nod at him and he pushes himself into you. 

“Fuck.” You both say in unison.

He takes it slow at first, knowing that he is rather gifted, and it is your first time, he knows it’s going to hurt more than please you.

“You feel like heaven” he grunts and you watch his face fill with pleasure. He slowly finds a rhythm of pulling out and pushing back in. You grunt in pain and Richard stops for a second to make sure you’re okay.

“Don’t stop.” You whine and he moans as he continues his rhythm. 

He continues slowly and eventually speeds up. You scratch at his back and let out many whimpers and moans.

“You’re so good, baby.” He whispers in your ear as he continues pounding into you. 

His grunts and groans are almost enough to make you cum. Your eyes jolt open when you feel his hand reach down to rub your clit. You let out another scream and that forces Richard to pound into you faster.

“Rich-fuck-i’m-“ you say in a high-pitched breathless voice.

“Cum for me babygirl.” He whispers into your ear and you immediately let go. He comes right after you and you both ride out your highs together. He eventually falls beside you and holds you in his arms as your body is still spasming. 

“I’ve got you, love. That was so fucking good.” He says as he kisses along your jaw. You take a few more breaths to bring yourself back to reality and look up at him.

He is smiling down at you and leans in and places a soft kiss along your lips.

“How was it? Are you okay?” He asks.

“Not bad, Madden.” You wink and he rolls his eyes. You lean up and kiss him once more and you fall back down to his chest. He rubs your back and you feel yourself dozing off to sleep. 

“Rich.” You say before closing your eyes.

“Yes, love?” He says.

“I like you, like you.”

He smirks at your admission and kisses the top of your head.

“Same here, baby girl.” 

[dont-take-advice]

“I can’t believe you would do this to me” (for richard 😁) x

“I can’t believe you would do this to me,”  Richard said with a glare and you swallowed hard, “and with one of my best mates to make it even worst.”

“We really didn’t mean to,” you said, glancing at Taron, catching his matching guilty look, “it just happened, I’m sorry.”

“We can start again,” Taron offered, patting the bed between the two of you, “It was only a couple of episodes.”

“More like half a season,” you said with a sheepish smile, “Forgive us, please?”

Richard looked from you to Taron, his lips drawn into a pout, “Fine, but no spoilers!”

[dont-take-advice]

Richard Madden x

[dont-take-advice]

RICHARD MADDEN on set of The Eternals in London January 21, 2020