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gonzo-rella · 3 months

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Headcanons: Alexis Rose, David Rose and Stevie Budd with a Nonbinary S/O

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Pride Month 2024 #7

Transmasc edition (for Alexis only)

Relationship(s): Alexis Rose x nonbinary!reader (romantic), David Rose x nonbinary!reader (romantic), Stevie Budd x nonbinary!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Typical nonbinary/trans-related stuff. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: My Schitt's Creek fics haven't performed as well as a lot of my other fics, presumably because people aren't really looking for Schitt's Creek reader-insert fanfiction. But, for my own self-indulgence, I've decided I'll keep writing for it. I have an idea for a fic where the reader is Roland and Jocelyn's (adult, obviously) kid, and they're secretly dating Stevie, because of course Stevie doesn't want to deal with Roland for as long as she can. So, if you'd be interested in reading that, please let me know!)

ALEXIS

I feel like Alexis’ past is so colourful that she must have met at least some nonbinary people in her time.

But, I feel like she hasn’t had to think too much about them before.

She’s 100% cool with it, even if she doesn’t completely get it to begin with.

You’ll probably be the first nonbinary person she becomes actually close with.

When she’s getting to know you, I can imagine her being confused about how to refer to you.

Like, when she’s complimenting your appearance, she’ll cycle through a list of slightly (and needlessly) gendered adjectives.

“Oh my God, you look so… handsome? Pretty? Which one’s right?”

But, she’s really good at using the right pronouns for you.

When Alexis starts to develop feelings for you, she’s, ever so slightly, in a state of crisis.

Not because she has anything against nonbinary people.

She’s just never been romantically attracted to one before.

It’s new, and it’s scary.

Not to mention, she knows the absolute bare minimum about nonbinary people.

She’ll go to David to learn more, because he’s dated plenty of them.

He’ll insist that she try to ask you questions if you’re open to it.

She’ll stay up late on her phone doing her own research.

And, it means so much to you when you find out.

If you do end up talking to her more about your gender, it will likely be a catalyst in bringing the two of you together, because it shows you how much she cares about understanding you.

When you finally get together, Johnny and Moira also want to get things right.

Instinctively, they’ll go to David, but, to David’s amazement, Alexis is able to answer their questions herself.

Like with any romantic partner she has, she hypes you up so much.

She does everything in her power to let you know how much she loves and supports you.

Though, as the relationship goes on, she doesn’t think much about your gender.

If you want to change your style at all, she will be more than happy to take you shopping, or browse an online clothing store with you if you’re more comfortable with that.

And, if your tastes are different, she’ll step back and make sure you stick to what makes you happy.

Schitt’s Creek is a very accepting town, but, if someone deliberately misgenders you, she’ll be the first to stand up for you, if you’re not comfortable doing it yourself.

“Um, excuse me?”

And, if you’re feeling dysphoric, she’ll try her best to make you feel better by showering you with affirming and sincere compliments.

Basically, she’s the ultimate ally to you and you feel so lucky to have her in your corner.

DAVID

This isn’t his first rodeo.

So, you don’t need to be nervous about being with him because of your gender.

He never makes a big deal of you being nonbinary, which is refreshing when so many people have no idea how to handle it.

Unlike Alexis, there’s not much for him to learn besides your personal experience with who you are and what you prefer, since it’s different for every nonbinary person.

And, as for the things he does have to learn about you, he will ask and listen.

For example, he needs to figure out if you prefer neutral, masculine and/or feminine terms and compliments.

Because, there will be a lot of compliments.

He makes sure to assure you that you can tell him if he ever gets anything wrong.

Like, I can imagine him making a minor mistake, and then you sheepishly correct him.

But, he notices how awkward you seem to find it, so he tells you that you never need to be afraid to tell him what you want/need because all he wants is to make you feel comfortable.

Johnny, Moira and Alexis realise how much you mean to David, so they’ll try their best to get things right, too, despite their lack of specialist knowledge.

When you and David get together, David will be bombarded with questions (tact varying) about you, such as how to address you and speak about you.

But, that is one of the reasonable questions that was sprinkled into the sea of utterly bizarre ones.

I can see Johnny emphatically introducing you to people as ‘[his] son’s nonbinary partner’.

It becomes a running joke between you and David.

And, I love the idea of David telling you all of the silly and charming ways his family tries to show their support of you when you’re not around.

He's absolutely dying to dress you up.

He has so many outfits planned out that'd look stunning on you (that's what he insists, anyway).

You don't have to wear any of those outfits, though, if you don't want to, since David’s sense of style can be a bit much for some people.

If you’re willing to try anything, he will be thrilled.

But, if your style choices, in clothing or haircuts, differ from what he would have chosen, he will support whatever makes you happy.

If you ever encounter anyone being shitty about your gender, he’ll encourage you to stand up for yourself, or passive-aggressively do it himself.

If you deal with dysphoria, David will be so affirming.

Like, normally he affirms you anyway.

But, when he recognises that you’re not feeling great, he will up his game.

He’ll also ask what he can do to help or what you need from him.

So, yeah- he’s unapologetically so supportive of you.

STEVIE

You’re her first nonbinary partner- congratulations!

She knows enough about nonbinary people that she is able to treat you like a regular human being.

Not being awkward about or fixating on your identity comes pretty naturally to her.

(Though, like with all of her friends, she might make the occasional deadpan quip, without being degrading, because Stevie doesn’t discriminate)

But, when you’re friends and she realises that she has feelings for you, she’s acutely aware of the fact that she doesn’t completely know the complexities of your personal identity, which she should probably know because, y’know, communication and all that.

She finds the idea of directly addressing it too awkward.

And, she’s too embarrassed to admit to you that she doesn’t know but that she’d like to know.

So, she confides in David about it, and he insists that it’d probably mean a lot to you if she opened up about her desire to understand you better.

So, she does.

She approaches you sheepishly.

And, when she’s asking you, she avoids eye contact.

You’re surprised to see her being so sincere, so you decide not to respond in the normal banter-y way you speak with her, out of fear she’ll never be sincere again.

In fact, you really appreciate her wanting to understand you better.

But, you don’t lay your gratitude on thick because you know that will scare her off, too.

She will listen to whatever you have to say, not interjecting with little remarks like she might normally whenever you’re speaking.

And, once you’re done, she’ll say a quick ‘thank you’.

And, you’ll smile and say ‘thank you, too’.

Like with Alexis, Stevie taking an interest in understanding you better is what brings you together.

Again, she doesn’t make the fact that you’re nonbinary into a big thing, and she’ll normally only acknowledge it as it comes up or with the occasional joke.

But, she knows that nonbinary people can often be treated like they’re confusing or strange, so her way of making you feel comfortable is by treating you like the regular human being that you are.

If you’re dysphoric, she’s silently terrified of making it worse, so she’ll ask you what you need from her and act accordingly.

(She may or may not ask David what to do the first time it happens when you’re dating)

She’s not like David or Alexis where she’ll be outwardly and constantly affectionate and loving with her actions and words.

But, she’ll always listen to you, whether you’re venting about a shitty interaction, or expressing any discomfort with your appearance.

Like with David, she likes to have a laugh with you whenever people are being weird or not normal about your gender (if you find it funny, of course).

And, if anyone’s an ass, she’ll roll her eyes.

Then, when you’re alone, she’ll make sure that you’re okay, and say something like, “Obviously, they’re an idiot who doesn’t know what they’re talking about.”

It’s her subtle way of being affirming.

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arctickat2400 · 1 year

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There are very few fanfictions written for Richard Madden and his characters, so I'm going to start writing for him. If you have a request for a fanfic for himself or one of his characters, please don't hesitate to tell me. I'd love to write it for you. His characters can include Prince Kit (Cinderella), David Budd (The Bodyguard), Robb Stark (Game of Thrones), Mason Kane (Citadel), Ikaris (Eternals), Michael Mason (Bastille Day), and Leo West (Ibiza). So excited to write for him but I need requests and ideas, so feel free to request!

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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finally ~ david budd;bodyguard

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight

word count: 1028

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description: after months of pining over one another, they finally get to do what they’ve truly been waiting for

pairing: david budd x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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When David walked into the house, (Y/N) had already showered and was sat on the bed wrapped in a towel. He wanted to go in and take her right then and there, but he was freezing from the swim and wanted a warm shower.

When he got out of the shower, however, she had suddenly vanished. He looked around the empty room, the only sound being a crackling sound somewhere downstairs.

“(Y/N)?”

“Down here, David.”

He followed her voice down to the living room where he found the source of the crackling noise: a lit fire in the fireplace.

He also found (Y/N) laid out in front of the fireplace, completely naked. Her hair was splayed out on the blanket underneath her and her hands were resting on her stomach. She turned her head lazily to look up at David, her eyes beautiful and innocent.

She looked at the towel still wrapped around his waist and said, “What do you still have that on for?”

In an instant, David dropped his towel and went to kneel next to (Y/N). She propped herself up on her elbows to meet him halfway, pressing her lips against his.

David’s calloused hands traced her soft skin, causing her to shiver.

There was so much anticipation and tension that had built up. They could barley stand the few moments of foreplay as David began to kiss her neck, his fingers lightly brushing at the spot between her legs.

“Please,” (Y/N) whispered. “I don’t think I can wait much longer David.”

David laid (Y/N) back and positioned himself over her. He continued to kiss her neck before moving down to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth at a time. (Y/N) shuddered as David’s tongue swirled around each nipple.

He lined himself up with her slick entrance and pushed himself into her. (Y/N) gasped, her nails digging into his back as he slowly pushed every inch of himself inside of her.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “N-No. Oh, David, please start moving or something. I already don’t think I can last long.”

David chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her again. He started to roll his hips into hers, slowly at first. He wanted to savor this moment that he had been waiting for for so long, even though he knew he’d have more opportunities.

(Y/N)’s head lulled back against the blanket beneath her. She was looking into David’s eyes and he could see the lust clouding her vision. Propping himself up on his elbows, he gently stroked her face. (Y/N) leaned into his touch, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” David mumbled.

(Y/N) giggled. “Thank you.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close so he was grinding into her.

“I’m so close,” she breathed, her voice just barely a whisper.

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off by a moan as she felt David hit that spot deep inside of her that drove her wild. Her walls clenched around him as she felt her climax coming on. She arched her back as she screamed out in pleasure and her eyes rolled back into her head.

He wanted the moment to last, but seeing (Y/N) writhe in pleasure under him and feeling her convulsing around him was enough to push David over the edge, too. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and groaned as his seed spilled inside of her, coating her still contracting walls.

The heat from the fireplace was almost overwhelming as their sweat coated bodies stuck together. (Y/N)’s nails were still buried in David’s back, thin red lines trailing them.

David almost didn’t want to pull away, but eventually he untangled himself from (Y/N) and laid on the blanket next to her. She rolled onto her side and cuddled into his chest, her face glowing from the fire light as she gazed up at him.

“That was long overdue,” she said.

David chuckled. “I suppose it was. Well worth the wait, though.”

(Y/N) smiled. “ I would’ve waited a lifetime to have that moment with you.”

“That was so cheesy. I don’t know if I can stay here with you now.”

(Y/N) playfully hit David’s chest.

As she settled against him again, (Y/N) noticed some scarring on his chest. She traced the white lines with her fingers until David put one hand over hers. He laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her palm.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” (Y/N) said.

“I am too,” David muttered. He didn’t want to talk about it with (Y/N). He was in such a happy state at that moment, he didn’t want to ruin it by talking about the one thing that constantly kept him up at night.

“I know this isn’t exactly an exciting assignment for you, but I do think less exciting may be what you needed.”

David smiled down at (Y/N), tucking a piece if hair behind her ear. “I am more than happy to have been given this assignment. If I hadn’t, I never would’ve met you, and who knows where I would’ve been then.”

“Protecting some boring Politian I’d say.”

The two laughed.

A comfortable silence fell over them. David ran his fingertips up and down (Y/N)’s arm as she listened to his heartbeat. The events of the day plus the warmth coming from the fireplace had her feeling sleepy. Her eyes grew heavy and, although she fought it at first, she eventually let them close and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

When David noticed that (Y/N) was asleep, he decided to stay put on the floor as to not wake her. As the fire continued to crackle on, the only noise in the house, David found himself realizing something. Something he thought he hadn’t felt in a long time.

I think I’m in love with this girl.

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I Stumbled In At the Wrong Time (Pt. 5) - David Budd Imagine (Bodyguard)

Title: I Stumbled In At the Wrong Time (Part 5)

Other Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: David Budd X Reader

Word Count: 593 words

Warning(s): mentions of death and violence

Summary: After being thrown into something that resembled their personal hells, (Y/n) and David went their separate ways. However, some people are simply drawn together.

Author's Note: This is mostly an epilogue. I hope you enjoy the ending of this series.

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It was months after... everything.

It had gotten easier but I would be lying if I said that I was okay.

Some nights, I'd wake up with terrifying nightmares of what happened to Julia and what almost happened to David. My brain never let me forget for long.

I thought about David every day. I always wanted to believe that he was doing well. But I didn't know. I had been avoiding him. And I knew that.

Six months after Julia's death, I received a phone call from someone that used to work with her.

Due to an important anniversary of the event and some unnerving messages, they requested that I accept a bodyguard for at least a few weeks. Just as a precaution.

I sighed but agreed.

I curled up on my couch with my dinner when there was a knock on my door.

I walked over and bit my lip before pulling the door open.

"Hello, my name is David Budd," my eyes went wide as they met David's. He smiled at me and let out a slightly shaky sigh. "(Y/n) Montague, correct?"

"Yeah," I nodded, moving so he could walk inside. "Thank you for volunteering for this. Apparently, they're very worried about my safety."

"I understand why... I always am," he replied.

I bit my lip again and looked down with tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he promised. "Nothing at all."

"I abandoned you-"

"You did what was best," David said.

He stepped forward as I looked back up at him.

"I've missed you," I mumbled.

"I've missed you too."

There was a moment of silence between us.

The TV played quietly. The dialogue between the characters became mindless babbling in my mind. I was just watching David's eyes. They were tracing every part of my face like he was trying to memorize me all over again.

"(Y/n)-"

Him saying my name seemed to flip a switch.

I grabbed the edges of his suit jacket and tugged him down toward me. I pressed my lips against his roughly.

He froze in shock for a moment. Slowly, his hands reached around to my back and pushed me closer to his chest. His lips moved with mine slowly. What had started as a rough hit became a soft kiss.

It was what I had craved for months.

All I had wanted was him back. To have him in my arms. To have him there to love me.

I slowly pulled away.

My eyes stayed shut for a minute as his forehead leaned against mine.

I let out a slow, uneven breath as the tears in my eyes finally fell.

My eyes slowly opened. David's eyes were already watching me closely.

"I... I love you, David," I whispered like my voice could shatter the atmosphere around us.

"I love you too," he said. His thumbs were drawing circles into my back.

I curled into him, my face in his neck and my arms curled up to my chest. His cheek rested against my head.

We stood there for ages.

We were silent, just enjoying each other's company. What we had both craved for so long.

His hands rubbed my back. My finger traced circles on his white button-up shirt. I pressed a gentle kiss to his neck as I felt every weight of the world rolling off of my shoulders.

I stumbled into David's life at the wrong time, but the universe made sure that I had stumbled back into it at the perfect time.

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mrwinterr · 4 years

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All For You

Pairing: David Budd x Female Reader

Summary: After the incident on the train that night, David returns to the apartment replaying different scenarios in his head had things gone wrong; specifically, one with you involved.

Warnings: Smut 18+ (consensual and unprotected sex, snuggle-fuck, vaginal penetration and fingering, breath play, some roughness and dirty talk). Infidelity. Language. Sad vibes.

Disclaimer: Bodyguard (2018) TV series spoilers. This may effectively spoil episode one if you haven’t watched the show. This is set towards the beginning of the episode, but before the rest of the series plays out.

Title Inspiration: “All For You” by Night Riots

A/N: 1) The song mentioned above is beautiful. Please give it a listen. It sets the mood for this piece. 2) Here’s to our fragile babe.

It was late when David made it back to the apartment. The room was dark, all the lights were shut off, but there’s a considerable amount that shone out from the window of the city, illuminating his path around, and there was a faint smell of food that filled his nostrils from the half empty box of cold pizza laid out on the coffee table in front of the television.

The small details sent a warm feeling throughout his body. Countless memories scrolled in his head as he looked over at the empty couch, thinking back to all the times he’d watch you eat food there while your favorite show that season was on, him joining you to cheer on your hometown sports team, the both of you falling asleep during a movie. He swore y’all dined more at that coffee table than the table in the kitchen.

He lifted the lid of the box and thought if he was really hungry or not. It had his favorite toppings on it, but no matter how appealing the dish was, tonight’s events were too fresh and powerful to brush aside.

He had successfully foiled a terrorist attack on the train taking him and his kids back home. David had been through a lot during his term in Afghanistan, but he’d never been more scared in his life than when he thought about all the things he’d be robbed of had Nadia pushed the button on the trigger of the bomb strapped around her.

Ella and Charlie always came first in his life. His children meant the entire world to him. As much as David loved the time he had with them even if it was the dreading moments of having to send them back to their mother, he cherished every single second. The weekend the three of them spent at his mother’s was what he needed to help him clear his head. It’s insane to think just how quickly life can turn around.

After properly storing the food into the refrigerator, he shrugs his jacket off and sets his footwear against the wall and out of the way before heading towards his room except he never goes inside. He looks over to the room across and he can see you tucked and in bed from the slit of your opened door.

So many thoughts run through David’s mind, he feels like he could explode at any minute. The world was a mess enough as it is. The war didn’t do or leave him any favors. His unpredictable moods left him and his wife Vicky estranged. He couldn’t be there all the time for Ella and Charlie as they had to bounce back and forth between each parent. The only light in all of this was knocked out in the next room.

Aside from his comrades, not a lot of people stuck around long enough to tolerate the new version of himself that returned from the war. The relationship between David and you was something that never reached its potential. It was one of those never in the right moment sort of things. You met during your days at University. You had loved another before him and when studying abroad proved a long-distance relationship wasn’t possible, by the time you came back to graduate David was in love with someone else.

Soon enough, he was married with two children. You held no distaste for Vicky at all. You felt for her when she divulged to you about David’s episodes. The pair of you still communicated and you often found yourself watching over Ella and Charlie while she or David were busy with work.

When David’s PTSD started to get really serious and he profusely refused to get help, Vicky no longer felt safe with him in the house, she had no choice but to kick him out. You knew she was only doing it for the sake of Ella and Charlie, but secretly you already knew she was moving on.

You welcomed David into your apartment and let him stay for as long as he needed granted you had a spare room he could occupy. There was no sense in denying you always loved him and would support whatever his heart desired whether that meant helping him repair his relationship with Vicky or not.

It doesn’t go without saying that there have been casual slip-ups. You had both kissed before, felt one another, and even satisfied the other, but all that still didn’t define the relationship. He was still legally married to Vicky. The topic of their relationship was almost forbidden. You knew David held a high amount of respect for you and you couldn’t blame him for not knowing where his heart stood.

It hurt to see how much torment he got left with from trying to defend his country and you’d experienced first-hand those very episodes Vicky talked about and more. Time after time, there’d be arguments enough to deduce you to tears from his booming voice and ill words when the proposition of him seeking professional help arose. Then other times he’d break down right in front of you.

Grateful he hadn’t exhibited any violent behavior yet, as much care as you could offer to him, you knew that you still had to watch out for yourself too. Again, you’d always love David, whatever version of him. The same one you fell in love with was still in there. Your heart had ached for David’s well-being. If you could heal him with just your touch, you’d do it. Everything you did was all for David.

The room that offered him a preview of you compelled him enough to slip through the crack. It wasn’t uncommon for either of you to slide into the other's bed at this point. He removes his shirt and jeans, setting them on a nearby chair, and gently sits down at the end of your bed.

Given the events of the past 24 hours, the last thing he wanted was to be alone. If things had gone wrong, you would be alone.

The only sounds that could be heard were of the bustling city outside and if he paid close enough attention, which he did, your soft sighs of slumber were also audible. He leaned his elbows on top of his knees and stared straight into his reflection in the mirror of your vanity that was set in front of him.

David couldn’t help but think of all the possible outcomes that might’ve happened had he not been able to stop the attack.

First, he thought about Ella and Charlie and their safety foremost. At only ten and eight years old, they had so much to live for. If they were taken with him and the other passengers, he hated to imagine how Vicky would feel.

Vicky was another thought and how broken beyond repair they were at. He had felt so stupid thinking he could try and make a move on her hours ago. She was already adjusting to her new life without him. He also felt guilty and ashamed because he felt as if by that advance he was betraying you.

You were a thought in of itself. The second his life was in danger and he came face-to-face with the suicide bomber, he knew he was going to leave this world without ever setting things straight between you two. All the things he shared with Vicky, their wedding, their honeymoon, the birth of their children - all of those life moments he once dreamed of sharing with you, without him, you’d end up sharing with someone else.

There’s nothing stopping you from doing that right now with him alive actually. He could lose you regardless of the outcome on the train, but when life flashes in front of your eyes and the main source of your survival and happiness are at the forefront of your attention, you want nothing more than to seize opportunities at the second chance you’re given. It was a wakeup call.

David diverts his eyes from himself and over to your sleeping figure. He studied the peaceful aura you radiated, with the rise and fall of your body and soft breathing, you were quiet in a world so full of noise. While he held so much admiration for you, he also envied you. You had your life under control, at least enough to let you rest at night. However, David couldn’t hold that against you because you tried tirelessly to help him.

By some miracle, he was able to coax Nadia into trusting him and surrender. He lived to see another day and perhaps this was the world telling him this was his chance with you. Aside from his doomed relationship with Vicky, there was really nothing in the way of you two being together this time. He survived a war and tonight...and you were right there. Could he really live a life without him proclaiming his love for you? And that was it for David. He’d had enough.

He moves over to the space behind you, your back facing him. He carefully draws the blanket draped over your body up so he could get under them with you. The covers settle in their new spot on the lower halves of your bodies, just barely above the hips, and David starts to run his hand on the smooth skin of your exposed arm.

The contact stirs you awake, but your eyelids weigh too heavy to open them in your tired state. You’d fought for as long as your body could allow you to, waiting for David, before succumbing to sleep. You revel in his tender touch, the warmth of his body transferring onto yours, and not realizing your body starts to rub up against his until you feel the puffs of his hot breath behind your ear along with a string of small incoherent noises.

By now, the front of his body is flushed and parallel behind yours, his legs tangled with your legs. The hand that was previously caressing your arm had snaked its way around your midsection resting on your abdomen, cheekingly on the patch of skin that wasn’t covered by the ridden-up camisole. You reach down and grab that hand to bring it up and place it at your breastbone, allowing him to feel the beat of your heart, with your fingers interlocked. Never had either one of you felt perfectly fit with another than with each other.

Featherweight kisses are stamped all around the back and crook of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine, creating a domino effect that rippled through your body as your legs, still weaved in his, start to tousle with one another. The top of his thighs occasionally brushing the underside of your panties increasing the friction and your grip on his hand grows tighter. When his tongue licks along the shell of your ear, you let out a breathy response from being caught off guard by his actions.

You’re not in control of your body anymore as your hips buck backwards and grind rough up against his groin on their own. You loved to hear him, whether it be his ragged breathing or the sultry moans or the filthy words that spewed out of his luscious lips - whatever because it was you that caused it.

The hand that was held hostage by yours against your sternum, trapped between each breast, broke free. Now in control, it snuck underneath the thin clothing material, and back to its previous position in front of your breasts before grabbing a handful of flesh. Your shirt twisted and stretched from the movements, and all your hand could do was go along for the ride as he kneaded your breasts.

When he had his fill, his hand wandered all over your body, abandoning yours, as it ran along your ribs, your curves, your hips and then slithered into the front of your panties. The palm of his hand ignites a tingle in your lower region until his fingers glide along the slit of your pussy, and in an up-and-down motion gathering some of your arousal. Once his digits are wet enough, he settles them on your clit and begins rubbing small, delicate circles. Your breathing increases and your free hand reaches out to grab a hold of the bed sheets due to the pressure he applied every now and then.

He switches up the routine by taking turns rubbing your clit and teasing the entrance of your opening, to gradually and expertly slipping in and giving a curl or two inside of you.

“You feel that?” He asks, his finger hooking inside, “I can feel you,” he says before extending the digit to dive in deeper. David comments huskily in your ear, “so wet,” then teasingly nibbling on it, “so warm...and ready for me.”

Your arousal overflowing, slicking your thighs and staining the bed. His fingers were beginning to move faster, running off course, and just begging for the dam to break. The lewd wet noises mixed in with the moans, you choke out a gasp, no longer able to keep hold of the reservoir as you come from his handy work. His wet hand grips your waist in an attempt to hold you still all while you’re drowning in the pleasure.

You mumble swears into the side of the pillow while also trying to wipe the sweat that had built up around your forehead on the fabric. You’re not sure what brought that on, but who were you to complain? His release is your pleasure. Whatever he needed to work out, you were more than willing to be at his disposal.

Shuffling noises could be heard behind you, but you’re still recovering from the first orgasm. It’s not until the crotch of your panties are being pushed to the side and you feel the tip of his bare cock, the velvety skin rubbing harshly between your folds, when he pushes in your eyes snap open. There’s a slight sting at the intrusion with every inch of his thick cock sinking in deeper and deeper, stretching you out. He’s got almost a death grip on your hips as he basks in the warmth of your walls. His hand loosens its hold only to hoist your leg up, as it now rests on the bed, giving him more room to properly fuck you. All you can hear is his jagged and warm breaths pounding at your eardrum.

The force of his thrusts pushes you little by little away from him, he has to wrap his arms around you to keep you in place. Now unable to escape his embrace, you hold onto his forearms tightly as hip hips continue to collide into yours.

“Oh-oh my...God,” you can barely muster up a full sentence, “Fuck! Dav-...you’re-...it feels so good, David,” and it sounds as if the words are being knocked out of your mouth with each thrust. He liked hearing his name spill from your lips and as if you read his mind you give him that until your throat is dry and the intensity of his actions render you unable to do so.

Your hands itching to grab a hold of any part of him, you release your death grip on the bed sheets and reach behind you, over your head, and fist a handful of his short dark hair. It’s hot and sweaty, but you don’t care because the noise you pull out from deep in his throat ignites a new spark in the pit of your stomach and your walls to involuntarily squeeze his length.

He reluctantly pulls out of you and presses your body down to lie flat on your back. The fervor coursing through his veins causes him to pull your underwear all the way down your legs, a light snap could be heard from the rough tug indicating the damage done. After he peels off the sweat stained top off of your body and rids himself completely of his boxers, David settles in between your legs, braces one hand on the side of your head to support himself as the other cradles it.

David brushes the matted hair away from your face. It’s still considerably dark and only the moonlight that peaks through the slit of the drawn curtains help his eyes settle on you and take in the vulnerable look on your face; both bare open for the other. You can feel the ridge of the head of his cock glide against your clit and you wonder why he’s taking so long to finish what he started.

“David, please,” you plead softly. Your hand had come up to trace the outline of his jaw, the first signs of an early stubble pricking the skin on the palm of your hand.

He nods in response and slowly slides his body down a few inches to glide right back in. Your back arches and presses up against his, your hardened nipples poke into the soft faint tresses of hair on his chest. David’s hips ground into yours in wavelike motions, hitting deeper and deeper. He dips his head down closer to you, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, allowing him to tug your bottom lip with his teeth then sucking on the full muscle. David runs his tongue along it to soothe the swollenness before dipping in the cavern of your mouth.

Your tongues instantly collide with one another’s. Your eyes shut tightly, wetness pooling at the corners from the ardent passion radiating from both you and David’s actions. He felt so damn good. You wished you could have this, be like this with him, for the rest of your days, but the reality of it all wasn’t going to just hand it to you so easily. His children, Vicky, his profession, his PTSD - despite all those, you’d go through it all. All for David.

You pull your mouth off his for some air. You open your eyes to see him staring right into you. The bright blue eyes turned a deeper shade, almost black in the night and from want, but you could still make out the sadness behind them. The tears that had run down the side of your face for him burn your ears. Now more than anything you wanted to make him feel good, even if it was only temporary. He needed this release.

“It’s okay,” you’re still struggling to communicate, trying to block the pleasure so you can speak properly, “it’s okay, David...you can use me,” finding one of his hands in yours and finally giving him permission.

David stills, eyes never leaving yours, he’s looking for confirmation that he heard you right. Why would you want him to do that to you? His heart swelled at the notion that you trusted him, but he couldn’t trust himself. He didn’t want to hurt you.

You see his mouth open and close, but nothing audible comes out, so you take the initiative and grab the hand that wasn’t supporting him over your frame. You crane your head back, baring yourself to him, and then place his hand on the column of your neck, his fingers settling themselves around it naturally. He shakes his head in protest, you start to feel his hand slipping away, but you’re quick to reposition his hand back on you.

“Are you sure? I might not be able to stop,” he says hesitantly. Your eyes silently let him know you’re certain. This time he nods and leans in for a bruising kiss to your lips, the close proximity of his face momentarily blocks your airway. When he pulls away, he gives you a few seconds to transition.

The quick and sharp thrusts don’t make it easy because that alone knocked the wind out of you, yet you won’t deny the sweet sensation of his dick probing your spot. The pleasure is almost enough to do the job on its own until the pressure from David’s fingers around your throat tightens gradually.

You’re rendered helpless underneath David as he gets back into rhythm. He maneuvers his legs to get him into a slight kneeling position, lifting your hips up, your legs dangle off his thick thighs, but this allows for him to use the hand previously supporting him to join the other on your neck. The realization of him kicking it up a notch sends a warning signal to your brain and you suddenly start to get scared. Sure, you trusted David, but that didn’t block out the fact that he still wasn’t stable.

You struggle to swallow down any fear and even to widen your eyes as his grip grows tighter and tighter. You can’t even gurgle out a whimper of protest. You’re lucky enough to raise your arms and bring your hands on his and desperately attempt to pry his fingers off you. You stare right back at David and notice his empty eyes. He wasn’t in control anymore and you didn’t dare think who he was seeing in front of him instead of you.

In a heat of frenzy, your legs kick up wildly, frantically trying to push his body off yours. Your efforts prove successful as David’s body falters, however only letting his full body weight collapse on you. Before your vision turns black, you manage to pull one hand away from your neck, creating a sense of ease to creep back in, but the hard look on his face crushes your hopes when you think you’ve lost him.

“Dav-“ you attempt to speak, “David,” his name comes out choppy, but you’re able to get something out. “David, it’s me…,” you plead, hoping that’s enough to bring him back.

“David, please,” the grip of his hand might as well have been iron shut around your neck, you’re like an animal clawing at a door. So just when you think that wasn’t enough, that you weren’t enough, you use the last bit of oxygen to admit your feelings, “I’m sorry, David…” you swore you saw his eyes blink, but nothing changed until your next three words, “I love you,” that all movements ceased. You’d given up, but he stayed hovered over you in shock. Then he instantly lets go allowing oxygen to start flowing through you regularly again.

David slides out and off of you, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed in a sitting position with his back to you once more, a hand over his mouth. He can’t believe he’d actually lost control of himself around you. He saw you had trusted him, but he knew he wasn’t well. He should’ve never let you go through with it. He could’ve unintentionally killed you.

You greedily sucked air back into your system and rubbed the soreness on your neck before looking over to David. His sobs wreck his body and you can tell by the slight whimpers and sniffling sounds. You pull yourself up, paying no mind to any modesty, and scoot closer to him. You cautiously lie your head against his back. You feel his body stiffen a bit, so you begin to softly trace the lines of battle scars that scattered his back, delicate touches on the soft tissue, hoping to calm him down.

“David, it’s okay,” your voice is a little hoarse, but it’s still audible and clear, “I’m okay,” you assure him. He finally turns his body around to face you and your heart breaks at the distress on his beautiful face. You feel guilty you let him do this, but you’re not allowed to feel sorry for yourself too long because David wanted to talk about something else.

“You love me?” He questions and your mouth hangs open, at a loss of words, because you’ve already forgotten that you let that slip. There’s a forlorn look of hope etched along his features and your heart stops. There’s no sense in denying it any longer. If it hadn’t been clear before it sure as hell would be by the end of the night.

You nod and confirm, “always...I’ve always loved you, David.” There wasn’t a need to explain for how long. The admission of feelings alone were enough for David to forget about all the wasted time as he dove in, his lips in search of yours again.

He keeps a hand at the back of your head to keep you close, more “I love you’s” spewing from your mouth each time your lips separate for a split second before reattaching themselves. The declaration never goes deaf on both your ears, hearts beating faster and faster.

With your lips resisting to pull away from one another, you manage to crawl onto his lap, straddling him, the moment reignites the fire inside you. You rise up on your knees, giving you a slight height advantage, you brace one hand on his shoulder, the other reaches down between your bodies to grip his still hardened cock. It’s hot and heavy and slightly sticky in your hand as you rub the tip of the head along the pathway to your entrance, effectively coating him for an easy route.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” you say with bated breath and focused only on him, “please.” Not much convincing was needed, and David’s cock slips back in your wet heat with no protest. You sink all the way down, grinding your hips in circular motions, your clit rubbing against his skin and ensuring he’s bottomed out.

“Oh, you feel good,” he says, voice growing deeper, and at first he’s cautious before laying his hands back on you, but they settle on the sides of your hips and begin to help guide you up and down his cock, “too good,” he growls when you quickly catch on with the movements.

He’s able to drag your bodies to the center of the bed, but when the boiling point rises back up, you push him down, lean back with your hands on his legs to support you, and head thrown back. David picks his head up and the position allows for him to see not only your naked body but how your pussy engulfs his cock repeatedly sending him into overdrive.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” David chants each time his cock is hidden inside you and he resorts to chewing on his bottom lip to contain the expletives.

You feel his hand reach behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass, his strength pulls you in closer by the hips so he’s in all the way once more, you can feel his balls pressed up tight against your bottom, then your body topples over his. You brace your palms of his pecs to prevent you from falling headfirst into him, but his other hand is already at the back of your head bringing your lips back to each other. David’s hips start bucking up into yours to get you back into the groove, but the ache in your legs don’t allow you to perform at 100% anymore.

David rolls your bodies over, with you underneath, and his hips quicken in pace. Your body heaves uncontrollably as you’re close to the edge again and the sweat glistening on your skin has David’s mouthwatering.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he comments sliding a hand down your slick body from between the valley of your breasts and to the top of your mound. He wants to say I love you so badly but feels the moment he does he’d break down once more. He knew he loved you and always had too, but in his mind, he didn’t want to give you the hope of having to live with his damaged self. You didn’t need to hear it though because you could feel it.

“Come on, baby,” you encourage him, “give it to me, David,” and your hands finding a new spot on his firm ass to pull him in deeper, “I want it all,” you resort to a begging tactic. It deems successful when you start to feel the sting of each brutal thrust of his hip bones knock into yours causing you to hiss and your nails to dig into his buttocks as he chases sweet euphoria.

He tackles it at the finish line, stilling deep inside of you, and the feeling of his cum spraying straight into your spot, spurts in different intervals, is more than enough to help you tackle your own release. Your legs keep his body locked in, waiting for the aftershocks to subside, he’s quivering from your walls uncontrollably contracting tight around his cock and he does so much as to let out groans in gratification.

Once the waves of pleasure die down, your limbs drop, and he carefully pulls out. He doesn’t know if it was a mistake or not watching his sensitive cock emerge from you, covered in a glossy coat from your release, and his seed spilling out of you slowly then slide down your sore lower half and stain the bed sheets because it begins to elicit more dirty thoughts, but both of your heavy breathing and aching bodies help suggest to put those ideas away for now.

In these rare moments, you were enough to help him block out the world’s harsh realities. He doesn’t regret Ella and Charlie, but never stops wondering how it’d been like if he had kids with you first. Had he waited just a little bit longer for you, but what was the point in dwelling in any of that now? The internal conflict in his mind caused droplets of tears to splash against your cheeks and you start to notice his hurt.

All you do is wrap your arms back around him to pull him into your loving embrace, him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and you placing kisses on his head while also running your fingers through his hair. Both of you can feel each other’s heart beats returning to its regular cardiac rhythms. The heavy breathing starts to fade away and the faint sounds of the city start to take over once more as you both begin to drift off.

David would work. He’d work on himself for you. You deserve the best version of him. It was going to take a lot of hard work and willpower, and there would sure to be many obstacles, but now that life presented him with a second chance and allowed him the privilege to be loved by you, he desired nothing more than to return the same compassion. All for you. It was always there within him to love you but locked away when it found no hope or chance to be fulfilled.

He didn’t dare think about what the following morning at work had in store for him or what would result in the catalyst of it all because in that moment he had you with him.

A/N: There are only two shows I’d willingly have my memory wiped of just for the thrill in rewatching: Prison Break and Bodyguard. I’d have said Twin Peaks, but that’s always going to lie a mystery within. & maybe GoT, but that ruined my life. Anyway, give this some love for our fragile babe! Thank you for reading!

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alloftheimagines · 1 year

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watched citadel and am once again simping for richard madden. if you have any mason kane requests feel free to send them my way. or david budd. always david budd.

#citadel #richard Madden #mason kane #david budd #richard madden imagine #richard madden x reader

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i-think-i-have-too-many-fandoms · 2 years

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ALL RIGHTY welcome to my blog if you’re here then you probably saw this post and my username and said to urself “maybe I should see what this is about”

WELL, this blog is as my username says, I have too many fandoms and sometimes I write stuff for them. I will also reblog the fics that I read and enjoy so that you can read and enjoy them too. I may do requests but that’s a biiiiig ‘if’. I will now list the fandoms that I have and it will probably be added to.

~updated June 17th 2023~

Movies ⬇️

Descendants

- [ ] Harry Hook

The devil all the time

- [ ] Arvin Russell

Marvel

- [ ] Billy and tommy maximoff (STRICTLY PLATONIC/paternal)

- [ ] Bucky Barnes

- [ ] Captain Marvel

- [ ] Erik Killmonger

- [ ] Ikaris

- [ ] Loki

- [ ] Natasha Romanov

- [ ] (Mcu) Peter Parker

- [ ] (Tasm) Peter Parker

- [ ] (Tfatws) Sharon Carter

- [ ] Steve Rogers

- [ ] Yelena Belova

The Maze Runner

- [ ] Thomas

- [ ] Newt

- [ ] Minho

Top Gun: Maverick

-[ ] Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw

-[ ] Jake (Hangman) Seresin

-[ ] Bob (maybe)

Uncharted

- [ ] Nathan Drake

TV Shows ⬇️

Arcane

- [ ] Silco

- [ ] Vi

- [ ] Jinx

- [ ] Viktor

The Bodyguard

- [ ] David Budd

Boku no hero academia

- [ ] Izuku Midoriya

- [ ] Denki Kaminari

- [ ] Hawks

- [ ] Bakugou Katsuki

- [ ] Eijirou Kirishima

Criminal Minds

- [ ] Spencer Reid

Game Of Thrones

- [ ] Robb Stark

- [ ] Jon Snow

Haikyuu

- [ ] Daichi

- [ ] Sugawara (sometimes)

- [ ] Ushijima

- [ ] Oikawa

- [ ] Tsukkishima

- [ ] Kita

- [ ] Bokuto

- [ ] Iwaizumi

- [ ] Yamaguchi

Stranger Things

- [ ] Eddie Munson

- [ ] Steve Harrington

- [ ] Billy Hargrove (just less racist)

- [ ] Robin Buckley

- [ ] Chrissy Cunningham

- [ ] Dimitri Antonov

Teen wolf

- [ ] Stiles Stilinski

- [ ] Isaac Lahey

- [ ] Allison Argent

Wednesday

- [ ] Derek Hale

- [ ] Theo Raeken

- [ ] Tyler Galpin

- [ ] Wednesday Addams

- [ ] Xavier Thorne (possibly)

Actors/actresses ⬇️

- [ ] Richard Madden

- [ ] Sebastian Stan

- [ ] Tom holland

- [ ] Chris evans

- [ ] Henry Cavill

- [ ] Sam holland

- [ ] Matthew Gray Gubler

- [ ] Dylan O’Brien

- [ ] Florence Pugh

- [ ] Cody Christian

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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“Hurt her and you won’t like what happens next.” With David Budd😭

(events are different from what happened in the show)

david’s fists clenched under the table as he listened to tahir speak. he knew he was lying straight through his teeth, but he couldn’t admit it, or else david would get in trouble as well.

“alright, i think we’re done here” rayburn signed off the recording, standing up and gathering her items. “david?”

“i’d like to talk to tahir, if you don’t mind” david’s eyes didn’t move from mahmood as he spoke, and he noticed tahir only got more nervous, shifting in his seat.

“david-”

“i’d like to speak with him privately, rayburn. thank you” david said again, not breaking his eyes from tahir. rayburn sighed, leaving the room. “quite the liar, mahmood”

“i don’t know what-”

“you do know. in fact,” david pulled out his phone and showed tahir a photo of him doing sneaky shit with a video obvious briefcase. “i have photographic evidence”

“you know who else was there, david?” tahir’s nervousness seemed to fade and david’s eyebrows furrowed. “yn. she looked gorgeous that night. i’ve got my e-”

david lunges over the table, holding tahir’s shirt in his fist and bringing his face close. “hurt her and you won’t like what happens next”

“david!” rayburn came in again, his eyes flickering back and forth between tahir’s.

“don’t talk about her again. lay a finger on her, and you’re d-”

“budd!”

he pushed tahir away, storming out of the room and ignoring rayburn’s calls of his name. he checks out with the guard and slams his car door shut, revving his engine and speeding home. his knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, teeth nearly shattering as he clenched his jaw.

‘yn. i’ve got my eye on her. yn. yn. yn.’

tahir’s words messed with david’s mind, and he shook them away. he pulled into the driveway and rushed inside, startling you at the stove. “yn” he breathed.

“hi honey, i’m just making din- what’s wrong?” he held your cheeks, running his thumbs over your skin and kissing you over and over. “david?”

“i love you, and i’ll do anything to protect you” he held you close to him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“baby, what’s wrong? are we in danger?”

“no no, i just wanted to let you know i’d do anything to protect you” you smile, kissing him again and swaying softly in the kitchen to frank sinatra.

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ilivedinarcadiatoo · 4 years

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cheap spirits

pairing: richard madden x fem!reader

word count: 1k+

warning: alcohol; cigarettes

summary: though not a well-paid job, singing and playing music in the local bar definitely does have its perks - specifically free booze and cute scottish boys.

a/n: i basically stayed up way too late getting nostalgic with ed sheeran songs. also, this is kinda cringy but bare with me, please.

You were standing right outside the bar your friend owned in the small town you’d never had the luck (or courage) to leave. You were already on your third cigarette that night and it definitely was not going to be your last. Some days you thought it was becoming a problem, whereas you could go through whole packages without hesitation on other days. Tonight was one of those times - as long as it felt good and made you feel relieved, it didn’t really matter.

You blew the smoke into the chilly midnight air and watched it dissolve before taking another puff. Just as you raised it to your lips did the heavy metal door open behind you, allowing you to hear your guitarist’s solo clearly for a moment. You turned around to see who was going to give you company and you unintentionally locked eyes with the handsome stranger. You flashed a small smile before turning your back at him again, lighting another cigarette. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his thick jacket, raising his eyes at the starry sky. You wanted to take a quick look at the stranger without him noticing, but apparently you weren’t quick enough. He took a double-take before completely turning towards you, giving you a charming smile.

“It’s beautiful, innit? Such a rare sight, given the fact that the skies here are covered by clouds most of the year.” The stranger turned his gaze back at the stars, making you look up as well with no actual intention of doing so. Once he decided he’d seen enough, he looked down at you just again and introduced himself.

“Richard,” he said, sticking out his hand towards you and giving yours a firm shake.

“Y/N,” you replied, smiling at him again. “Wanna take a puff?” You offered, handing the rest of your cigarette to Richard. He gladly took it and inhaled deeply, even closing his eyes as he blew the smoke towards his beloved stars before giving it back. You tried to hide the small smile lingering in the corner of your mouth and took another puff of your cigarette before putting it out on the dirty wall of the bar.

“Y’know, everyone seems to be enjoying the music much less without you on stage,” he commented, looking for a reaction from you from the corner of his eye. You turned your head as much as your thick scarf let you and let out an incredulous laugh, shaking your head at Richard.

“You don’t have to lie here, I can hear they’re just fine,” you replied, lowering your eyes as a way of escape from Richard’s gaze. However, he stepped closer with his hands still in his pockets and the smell of smoke suddenly got mixed with that of whisky and - for whatever reason - pine. You could still feel him staring at you, so you decided to look up at him again, getting rewarded with an adorable smile.

“Maybe, but I saw their faces and they definitely do miss the pretty girl with the angelic voice.” Richard replied in a low husky voice and you couldn’t help but turn your head back to him again. He looked so simply handsome, nothing fake about him at all. His baby blue eyes kept attracting your E/C gaze even in the dim light and no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself collected, you could feel you were slowly giving in to his pure beauty.

“Well, they’ll have to wait for her return, I’m afraid. She’s being rudely distracted.” You decided it was time to start playing Richard’s game and you got the exact reaction you were waiting for- the boy smiled even wider at you and took a quick glance at his old shoes before looking back up at you again. Richard took the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it away, earning a serious look from you.

“I don’t think you should keep doing that. I don’t care for your lungs the least bit, but stop destroying the planet, Mister,” you said, earning a chuckle. When Richard realised you weren’t joking, he let out a huge sigh and picked up the remains of his cigarette to throw it in the nearest bin.

“Happy?”

“Yes, thank you very much. And now that you’ve become such a committed advocate for Mother Nature, can I treat you to a drink?” You smiled at him playfully, making him giggle just again. Man, this boy really cannot stop grinning, can he? It didn’t matter though. It was kind of growing on you, actually.

“I would love that.”

And just like that, before you had even realised, you were already on your fourth whisky that night, loosening up and laughing more and more at Richard’s corny jokes and adorable attempts at complimenting you. He was telling you an awful story about his high school experience, peppered with giggles and rosy cheeks and just before he looked in your eyes and created direct eye contact only to break it within seconds just again, did you realise that not only his giggles, but the boy as a whole was growing on you. You would’ve never thought a tipsy night would be enough for you to fall in love, but here you were, listening to an almost-stranger sorrounded by other strangers, and you could feel it was different than all those other nights spent flirting with any slightly handsome guy. This was different, Richard was different, and before you had even realised, your hand was already on the back of his head, his arms were draped around your waist and your lips pressed against his mid-sentence. He didn’t even hesitate to kiss back, and all of a sudden there you were, getting lost in the arms of someone you had literally met two hours ago. The taste of cigarettes and cheap spirits had never felt so good and you could’ve sworn you were on cloud nine. It felt so right and once you pulled away, there it was again- an adorable grin on his face.

Yeah, you could definitely get used to that.

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vostokovasmelina · 4 years

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Hello, congrats on your milestone lovely! 🥳🎉 Can I request #1 from fluff with David Budd? Thank you 💛💛

a/n: thank you so much, my friend! here you go, can’t believe how underrated this boy is

join my 100-follower celebration!

fluff #1 - “I’m not going to get you sick, babe. I just want some cuddles.”

You were woken from your little nap by the sound of the front door slamming shut, followed by the inaudible curse words of your boyfriend. You inhaled as deeply as possible, your lungs barely filling with air before the all-too-familiar ache had struck again. You let out a quiet whince right before David knocked gently on the door which was already wide open. You smiled softly at the playful courtesy and he leaned against the doorframe, examining you from what he considered a safe distance.

“Do you feel as well as you look, love?” He asked, a cheeky but loving smile hiding in the corner of his mouth as he saw your reaction to his comment. You frowned and would’ve gladly raised your middle finger at your boyfriend, if all your joints hadn’t been screaming in pain at the slightest of movements.

“Shut up, Budd. Not everyone is immune to the flu,” you remarked, voice low and raspy and your throat burning up. David simply chuckled.

“Is there something I can do for you, my lady?”

“Well, you know, I’ve been home alone all day long and it has been rather lonely...,” you started, batting your eyelashes at him and flashing your best shy smile at your boyfriend and you slowly raised your arms towards him, enduring the pain it caused in order to reach your holy goal.

“No way, Y/N. I’ll spend the entire day tomorrow in the same room as the Home Secretary. Do you really want to endanger her perfect health?” He raised his eyebrows at you in question and even folded his arms in front of his chest for the sake of emphasis.

“Honestly? Yeah,” you replied, making David chuckle no matter how hard he tried to keep a straight face. “Oh, come on! I’m not going to get you sick, babe. I just want some cuddles,” you added, pouting at your boyfriend.

He eventually gave in, rolling his eyes as he joined you on your king-sized bed and enveloped you in his warm embrace.

“Alright, but one sneeze after this,” he started, pointing his index finger at you, “one sneeze and I’m breaking up with you.”

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mcsstydia · 5 years

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Mornings- Richard Madden Blurb

Request:

prompt: Richard doesn’t like mornings. Unless he gets to spend them with you

pairing: richard x reader

words: 1k

warnings: fluff, fluff, so much cheesy fluff (but a little talk about past bad relationships)

A/N: I told y’all I loved this man. Bear with me. (not yet proof read, you know the drill)

Masterlist is in bio

Mornings. When we’re honest, none of us really likes mornings. Mornings indicate getting out of bed and leaving your significant other to get to work.

But, Richard loved mornings. Not all of them, surely. But mornings such as today. He woke up from the sun shining through the blinds, the sun gently awekening him. And he wasn’t angry he had to get up. Because it was his free day. But that didn’t make him love it. It was the fact that he would spend it with you.

Squinting, he stretched out his arm, searching for your body beside him. When he couldn’t find you, he turned around, seeing that the space you usually occupied next to him was abandoned, sheets empty and cold.

The Scot figured you must’ve already gotten up, so he forced himself to get up as well, a silent sigh escaping his mouth, a little disappointed that you weren’t there to cuddle him, but excited to have breakfast with you.

Only clothed in his boxers, he picked his sweatpants up from the floor and put them on. He searched the shirt he had worn last evening as well, remembering he had tossed it towards the door when things had gotten heated between the two of you.

With an absentminded smile on his lips, he made his way to the door, expecting his shirt to be there. His eyebrows furrowed when it was nowhere to be found and he quickly took a new one out of your shared wardrobe and put it on during his walk down the stairs.

A delicious smell welcomed him into the kitchen, but the sight his eyes were greeted with was far more compelling. He should’ve known you had taken his shirt, but he somehow still hasn’t gotten used to you being comfortable around him.

You had been it a lot of bad relationships which resulted in you getting hurt and insecure. Until Richard, you would say, you’ve never been lucky in terms of love.

So, that’s why it meant so much to Richard so see you standing only in his shirt in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of you. Not because you weren’t wearing much (although he enjoyed that fact, as well). No, it was, because out of all the things you had at his place (hell, more than the half of his wardrobe was filled with your clothes), you got up and chose to wear his shirt.

And, not matter how often he woke up to that sight, it always brought a smile to his face. Because it reminded him that you were comfortable with him, that you trusted him and that, finally, you were happy.

He leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, watching you all the while a smile always present on his lips. He left his spot and slowly walked over to you. “Morning, sunshine,”, he mumbled cheesily while wrapping his muscular arms around your form from behind.

You playfully rolled your eyes at the nickname, but your secretly loved it. “Morning, sleepy head,”, you giggled and turned towards him in his grip. Your eyes met his, and your already present smile grew into a wide grin. Richard could see how your eyes lit up merely at the sight of him and your sight brought a grin just as wide to his face.

“You know that stealing my clothes is a crime, right?”, he teased, looking down at your lips, closing the space between your faces but not yet kissing your lips. His mouth hovered over your lips while he gently bumbed his nose against yours.

You giggled and your hands travelled over his arms to the back of his neck, holding him in place in case he wanted to tease you further. “Why? ‘Cause you look so much hotter in them?”, you teased back, biting down on your lip and grinning up at him.

Your boyfriend chuckled at your comment. “First off,”, he started, pulling your body closer to his. “that’s a straight up lie. No one could look as hot in my clothes as you do,”, he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before continuing, leaving you wanting more.

“Secondly, no. The crime you’ve comitted is ‘Making my heart explode’,”, he admitted, a somewhat shy smile stealing its way onto his face. You furrowed your eyebrows and slightly tilted your head at him in question. Richard hugged you and let his head rest on your shoulder before continuing.

“You know how much it means to me that you’re comfortable around me. I know you always wear my clothes but it means very much to me.”, he quietly confessed into your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but let your jaw fall open. “Rich,”, you began, pushing him away from you enough to be able to look him in the eyes, the shy smile still evident on his lips. “That’s both the most cheesy and the most romantic thing you could’ve said to me,”, you whispered, your hands gently holding his beard-covered face.

A more confident smile spread back to Richard and he leant down to properly kiss you this time. His soft lips met yours in a soft and passionate kiss, your lips somehow moving perfectly together. “I love you so much.”, he mumbled against your lips, never wanting the kiss to end, but nevertheless wanting to tell you.

You grinned up at him, hands still playing with his hair, lips mere inches away from one another, breaths still mingled. “I love you so much, too.”, you whispered, before pulling him back down to your lips.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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turning tables ~ david budd;bodyguard

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight part nine

word count: 1532

request?: no

description: after months of being the one to protect her through terrifying experiences and nightmares, the tables have turned

pairing: david budd x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence and war, mentions of PTSD, nightmares

masterlist (one, two)

That night, unsurprisingly, David had another nightmare. This one wasn’t his usual nightmares about his time served in the military, but rather about the train bombing he had thwarted before he was assigned to (Y/N).

It was different than the actual event. He was alone on the train besides the worried stewardess who had alerted him to the issue. She was pacing up and down his train car, nervously mumbling something about a bomb. He kept trying to get her attention, but she just ignored him and continued to pace.

She disappeared through the door into the next train car. David got up to follow her, but when he walked through the door, the car was empty.

Behind a closed door, he heard a whimper. He knew this was the bathroom where the bomber, Nadia, had hidden. His heart was hammering against his chest as he reached for the door, knowing what he was about to find on the other side.

He threw the door open and was shocked to see someone else huddled on the floor in the bomb jacket.

“(Y/N).”

“David,” she whimpered. “You have to help me, please. I don’t want to die. I’m scared.”

David knelt down in front of her, his eyes frantically searching for a way to free her from her bindings.

“You gotta cut the wire,” she told him. “Then it’ll come right off.”

“Which wire?” David asked.

(Y/N) didn’t respond. Instead, she passed him a tiny pair of scissors. He took it in one shaky hand and looked down at the vest. There were dozens of wires, all tangled together. There was no way to tell which was the right wire. He didn’t have a way to contact anyone for help. This was all on him.

He gently reached for a wire. His hand was shaking violently as he brought the scissors up to the wire. He hesitated for a moment before cutting the wire.

Nothing happened. David and (Y/N) looked at each other. (Y/N) smiled gratefully, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I think it - ”

She was cut off by an explosion.

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David jumped up, his eyes frantically searching the room. He couldn’t recognize where he was. All he saw was the explosion from his dream. He was falling into a mental pit that he had rarely been in since he met (Y/N0. He was going to get stuck, he could already feel it.

“David?”

He looked down at the only thing in the room he recognized - (Y/N).

The images from his dream were still heavy in his mind, but seeing (Y/N) helped to lift the confused fog from his head. He realized they had both fallen asleep by the fire. They were in his getaway home, he had brought them here for a vacation. He was safe; they were safe.

He blinked a few times before finally finding his voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

(Y/N) sat up. “Are you alright? You were talking in your sleep.”

David cringed to himself. “What was I saying?”

“My name.”

He sighed and ran his hand through his sweat dampened hair. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) put a hand on his arm, moving closer to him. “Was it a nightmare?”

He nodded.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’m here to give you any comfort you need.”

David wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. She nestled her head against his bare chest, settling into his embrace.

They sat like this next to the fire for a while. David ran his fingers up and down (Y/N)’s arm, reminding himself that she was real. All of this was real. It was all safe.

When the fire started to die down, David picked (Y/N) up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and slipped under the covers next to her. Although his body felt tired, his mind was wide awake. He was too afraid to close his eyes and see the horrors that haunted him.

“Do you have nightmares a lot?” (Y/N) asked, startling him. He thought she had fallen back asleep.

David was hesitant to answer, so (Y/N) continued to talk. “I had nightmares for a year straight after dad died. My mom tried to take me to a therapist about it, but nothing really worked. I just had to suffer through them, and mom would have to suffer through my screaming and late nights of being awake.”

“How long till you stopped having them?” David asked.

He felt her shake her head in the dark. “I never really did. I still have them, they’re just not as frequent. Eventually, I just started having good dreams. Most of them were the good memories I had with dad. They replaced the bad things I had seen.”

David rested his head on top of hers. “I don’t think I’ve seen enough good yet.”

“Not even your children?”

He sighed. It was usually hard to explain to anyone. He had tried countless times with Vicky, but she just didn’t understand. But he knew this was something (Y/N) would understand, because she had also gone through it. She may not have seen the horrors he did, but she had seen enough that she struggled the way he did. That was evident from that very first photoshoot when a loud bang had triggered her.

“I have had nightmares every night since I came home,” he told her. “They’re always the same; seeing the people that I fought with, the people I considered my friends, watching them die in front of me. Not being able to help them. Sometimes I dream that I’m dying, too, and no one will help me. Sometimes I dream that it’s my children who are in peril. When I was still with Vick, I would dream about her, too. It...it’s what made us estranged.”

“Your nightmares?”

“My PTSD. It was hard for her to handle, and I don’t blame her. I wasn’t a good husband when I came home.”

“You weren’t the same man who had left before, though.”

“Does that matter?”

(Y/N) pulled out of David’s arms to sit up. “Of course it matters. You can’t just go off and see the things that you saw and expect to come home and immediately be back to normal. This type of trauma fucks with your head for life. Even when you manage to make it so small, it’s still there. I know not everyone can handle it, but if she left you because she thought that trauma made you a bad husband, she’s the one with the real problem.”

David shook his head. “I was offered help. I could’ve taken it. I should’ve.”

She scoffed. “Did you not just hear what I said? I did go get help. I had at least three or four therapists right after what happened to my father, and none of them helped. You could seek out therapy, sure, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s going to work. There’s very little that can truly help people like us, David, but one of those things is a willing support system that will be by your side when you need them. Obviously, at some point, you can’t just put the weight of your problems on that one person, but they should be there for you until you feel ready to make that next step.”

He looked up at her. She looked so young, but at the same time she looked like she had lived a whole lifetime. He supposed that was true given what she had been through in her life.

“But what if it takes too long to take that next step?” he asked.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Then you find out who is really willing to help you through things.”

He reached out for her, running the back of his hand over her cheek. She leaned into his touch, turning her head to kiss his hand.

“This is quite the turn of things, isn’t it?” she said. “Me comforting you after a nightmare. Reminds me of the first night you spent in my hotel room.”

David smiled. “Ironically, that was one of the only nights I didn’t have any nightmares. I just had a dreamless sleep.”

“Maybe I’m your lucky charm, then.”

“Maybe you are.”

(Y/N) reached up to take David’s hand in her own. She intertwined their fingers together and kissed his knuckles. “In that case, I promise I’ll never let you sleep alone again.”

David smiled at her. “I’ll hold you to that.”

(Y/N) leaned down and gently placed a kiss on David’s lips. She settled back into the bed next to him, letting him envelope her in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head, taking in every last piece of her that he could.

“I won’t go anywhere,” she whispered. “Goodnight, David.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

When David fell asleep this time, he had no nightmares. For the first time since he returned home, he had a happy dream about his children and (Y/N).

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