#barry keoghan x you

[agroteraa]

Artemis

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

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Part 2.

Part 1: Actaeon

Part 3.1: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.1)

Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)

Warnings: smut, oral, handjob, penetration sex.

Word Count: 5,5K

After the events of the last night, you didn't join in watching TV with the Cattons and Oliver. No, you weren't tired, but you were overwhelmed with emotions and all that had happened. Besides, you couldn't imagine how you could just go and watch telly with Oliver after that. It would be too embarrassing to pretend that nothing had happened, and you didn't think he'd be able to keep his face either.

So, you just went to your bed, tossing and turning for most of the night, thinking about what scenes in the bathroom. It felt like Oliver's hands were still ghostly wandering all over your body...

You came to breakfast very sleepy and visibly a little lost. It was a beautiful and sunny morning, and all Saltburn habitants were sitting at a table outside and eating various treats.

"Good morning, everyone!" you said, not being able to hold back a yawn.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" Elspeth replied, looking at you worriedly, "Is everything alright?"

Felix echoed his mother's look, slightly raising his eyebrows in concern. The others were busy with their own conversations, and only Oliver silently cast a brief glance at you, returning to eating his full English breakfast.

"Yes, it's okay, I'm just... I couldn't fall sleep for a while."

"Okay," Elspeth nodded, satisfied with your rather innocuous answer.

When you took a seat at the table opposite Oliver, you couldn't look into his eyes, your stomach was twisting, not from the hunger, but from the excitement. You didn't feel like eating at all. Duncan brought you eggs cooked in your favorite way, you nodded gratefully to him, but you were in no hurry to eat. Oliver noticed it.

"Is something wrong?" he asked innocently, looking up at you.

"Um, I'm just... I don't know, I guess I'm just not hungry right now."

"Hmm. Well, but I am. I've been hungry since last night. Very much," he chuckled, returning to his meal with appetite.

You gulped. It seems that he didn't mean breakfast at all now?

That had how your morning went, and then you went about your own business. Oliver, Felix, Farleigh and Venetia went to play tennis. You dismissed the game, and even more so there were exactly four of them. Instead, you went for a walk in gardens of Saltburn, read a book in a shady gazebo and muse upon the evening ahead. So, the evening had finally come, forcing the hot sun to forget about itself until the next day.

You thought and decided to politely decline the dinner. To be honest, you were feeling sick with excitement, and you definitely wouldn't be able to eat anything at dinner, especially if Oliver would be looking at you. It was better to seem a little weird now than to get a bunch of unwanted questions later.

Instead, you decided to stay in your room, citing a slight indisposition. You really had it, though, for a different reason. You lied down on the bed and began to remember the last night. His touch, his breathing, his piercing blue eyes that turned dark with desire at that moment... a desire for you.

It was hard to even believe it, but it seemed that was it. Your breathing got heavy when you started running your fingers over your lips, feeling your hot breath on your fingers, because you imagined that it were Oliver's fingers...

... ohh. You definitely needed to do something about it tonight.

* * *

"Where have everyone gone? I've been looking for y’all for half an hour," you said, finding Oliver in the library, who was comfortably settled in an armchair and reading a book.

"They're playing Uno. It seems that Felix and Farleigh will quarrel even more than yesterday over the remote control, and Venetia is also with them."

"Why aren't you with them too?"

"I'm not a fan of these kinds of games," Oliver explained with an emphasis on "these" not even looking up from his book.

"Mm, yes, about Venetia. Although she is not giving concerts in the bathroom tonight, but now there is only cold water running, apparently there is also some kind of heating malfunction, and the second bathroom still has not yet been repaired..."

At this point, Oliver looked up at you, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm..." you confirmed, biting your lip.

He looked at you searchingly, tilting his head slightly to the side. Then, with a rising smile, he replied to you, "Of course. Enjoy yourself," and returned to reading his book. That was it, there was no further reaction or words from Oliver.

"F-fine." That was it? For some reason, you hoped that he would somehow hint that he would also join you, or at least react livelier to your words. But you had no choice but to go back to your room, get a bathrobe and go to that bathroom. You didn't bring a towel. Okay, Oliver, if you wanted to play ignore, we could arrange that.

Going into the bathroom of Oliver and Felix, you began to fill the tub. The room greeted you again with a pleasant dim lighting and the hum of water flowing down. His incomprehensible indifference throughout the day had upset you and even slightly angered you. Therefore, this time you had already put things on Felix's half on purpose and took his towels, no matter what Oliver had asked you to do.

After a while, you sank into the pleasantly hot water and began to wait. More precisely, at first you were really relaxing, but with every passing minute you were rather waiting for Oliver more than enjoying the process. But he did not come.

"Damn," you swore inwardly, and just as you were starting to think about getting out of the bath and getting ready, Oliver walked into the room.

"Hello!-" you started.

"Hi," he replied shortly and walked into his room, hardly looking at you. What?

You changed your mind about getting out of the bathtub right now and decided to sit in it until something would happen. About 5 minutes later Oliver came out, dressed in a domestic white tank top and stiped blue boxers. Your stomach turned over from this intimacy of his outfit. He went to his bathroom table, turned the water on and, as if nothing had happened, began to brush his teeth. He didn't start a conversation with you.

"So, uh, how was your day?" you began hesitantly, turning your head towards him.

"We played tennis, then took a dip in the pool, and then I enjoyed reading in the evening. Well, you’ve seen it."

"Yeah, that’s great..."

"And how was yours?"

"Not like... how I thought it would pass. I think I feel weird..."

"It must be because you didn't sleep well today. Go to bed early, yeah?"

"Huh? Yeah, I guess..."

You were a little lost. You looked at Oliver from behind, but he didn't turn to you. Of course, he was looking at you in the mirror again. He was a little on edge right now. This evening was not going quite the way he had imagined, but it was even intriguing.

The thing was that he had decided not to do anything with the second bathroom today. He overheard a conversation that the first bathroom had not been repaired again today, as the workers had confused the date and would arrive only tomorrow. So, it was even interesting for him to put it in the hands of fate. Would Venetia take over the only left bathroom again? Or would you just come in and innocently, hiding your gaze, ask Felix again or even Oliver himself if you could use their the bathroom again. Or maybe you would silently, struggling with your shame and desire, come to their bathroom and use it, hoping that something similar to the previous time would happen? Oh, he would definitely make your desires, which you were still afraid to admit to yourself, come true.

But no. You came to him and lied to him about the second bathroom, looking straight into his eyes.

"So, Y/N, do you want to remain innocent, but at the same time you know how to lie in your favor? It's interesting. You're beautiful and you did take a sacred bath, and now you really think you can be Artemis in every sense? No, no, no. No. Dear, there can only be one hunter here, and that's me," Oliver thought to himself, "And if you want to play on my field, well, I'll show you how it’s done."

With these thoughts, Oliver bit his lip contentedly, continuing to read the book while you left the library, but his thoughts drifted further and further away from the subject of reading.

At first, he wanted to nonchalantly go into the bathroom and, while he was brushing his teeth, catch your glances with his skin, hear your rapid breathing and catch the sounds of your feet fidgeting in the water. Then, having played enough with this longing, he would help you get out of the bathroom, wipe your beautiful naked hot body with his towel, hold your hands and take you to his room, where he would give you all the pleasure you would wish for. And this time he would have taken everything he wanted from you, enjoying you at its fullest.

But no.

You left your stuff on Felix's side. You took his towels. He told you not to do that.

His teeth almost bit his toothbrush in half when he saw it through the mirror. Was it an act of defiance, a way to attract extra attention, or a way to cause jealousy? Y/N, don't be a fool. But he hated to admit it, that some kind of jealousy had appeared in him anyway, and he was mad about it. No, don't you even dare to think that way. You were his, you would be only his.

The mood for a slow and sensual night has evaporated completely. Right now, Oliver could only bend you over and fuck you properly. Yes, that would be sweet too. But still, he didn't want to ruin everything and start your relationship like this. He'd better go to bed now, and tomorrow he’d know better.

"So, I'm going to bed, too. Good night, Y/N," Oliver said calmly, clutching the toothbrush in his hands with all his might, making it almost break it a second time.

You were left alone in the bathroom. What had happened? Were you too persistent, and Oliver was upset by your persistence? Or was he really that angry about your stuff left on Felix's table? It also occurred to you that he somehow intuitively felt and was upset about your lies, but of course he couldn't know that. But you still felt somehow guilty.

After getting out of the bathtub and draining the water, you dried yourself with a towel and, putting on your bathrobe, leaned your hands on the sink on Felix's side. You looked in the mirror and thought what should you do. No, you couldn't just walk away, there was too much left unsaid.

*Knock-knock*

"Oliver!"

The door opened a crack, in front of you there was Quick looking out of the darkness with his bright blue eyes. He took off his tank top and wore boxers only. You involuntarily looked at his beautiful torso, on which was nothing on but one chain, glittering on the neck. You gulped.

"Yes?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.

"Can we talk?" this time it was you who walked into his room without waiting for an invitation or even more so a refusal.

You stepped into his dark, moonlit room. He stood a few inches away and silently looked you up and down. You continued, "You've been acting kind of weird all day, I'm sorry if this is me who..."

"Sorry" was enough for his pride and patience right now.

He silently pulled you to him, kissing you. You were very surprised, but you gave yourself up to this kiss with joy. Oliver kissed you passionately and long, then he took your hand and pulled you towards his bed. He carefully loosened the belt of your robe, admiring you from head to toe. Then he gently but abruptly threw you onto the bed and fell on top of you, leaning on his elbows and knees. Quick started kissing your neck, leaving hot prints of his lips on it, then he kissed your collarbone, then the place between your breasts. You started hugging him harder. Oliver continued his way down, kissing the place under your breasts and then slid his tongue over your stomach all the way to the bottom. You exhaled loudly, moving one hand to his soft hair on his head and squeezing it slightly.

He breathed out contentedly, and you could feel his smile on your skin. Then he cast a brief lustful glance at you, and went down even lower, to the most desired place. He kissed your inner thigh and then placed his lips on your folds. You felt his hot breath for a few seconds, as if he was enjoying this moment and didn't believe in it himself. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity to you, until he ran his tongue over your folds. You were already wet, so wet.

The tip of his tongue began to slowly glide up and down into the sensitive flesh all across your pussy, you left a sharp gasp. It was almost an electric feeling. Then he buried his mouth into you and started to run circles inside you with his wet and hot tongue. You began to moan softly while twitching your legs a little.

His hands were gripping your thighs, pulling your body even closer to his mouth. You buried both of your hands into his dark hair, letting a deep moan. Oliver was massaging your flesh from the inside, he was eating you out, almost humming to himself. Then he returned to caress your sensitive clit. You arched your back and you let out whine, burying hands deeper into his soft locks, almost tugging them. He let out satisfied pant and you looked down at him.

Gosh, he looked absolutely breathtaking, giving you a glare back with his piercing blue eyes on a half-seen face between your legs. And all this was happening in his moonlit room, like in some dark fairytale. It gave you a jolt of pleasure to the point you almost came.

He accelerated his pace and pressure until you tilted back your head and let out a long moan. You began to buck your hips but his hands were holding you firmly it almost hurt. His tongue got sloppy and messy as he feverishly caressed you. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Oliver!..” you cried out his name, clenching his head with your legs, his strong hands released the grip.

He raised his head with lips and chin glistening in the dark, panting and smiling. He was looking at your bliss, the result of his work, with indescribable delight. Oliver looked absolutely stunning that way, being covered in your bliss that he gave to you. You had almost come for the second time at that view.

"I'm very glad that you liked it. And now," he leaned up to kiss you briefly on the lips, "It's time to go to bed. Sweet dreams, Y/N, tomorrow will definitely be a better day."

You were surprised that he wanted to end it, but you were barely thinking and were still beside yourself with bliss, so, as if in a fog, you pulled on your bathrobe, nodded to Oliver and left on fast but wobbly legs. It was like you were bewitched and you didn't do it all yourself, but at someone's behest.

Oliver smiled contentedly, falling back onto the bed.

"Sorry" was enough for his pride and patience, but not to the point where he could completely control himself and not break into a rage that would just tear you apart if he met his desires utterly.

Thus, tonight it would be his hand again, but this was definitely for the last time. Tomorrow he would be counting on your hands and not only on them.

* * *

Tomorrow was definitely a better day. Your appetite had returned, Oliver secretly was moving to you plates with pastries and fruits. You smiled and happily ate everything he offered.

But what happened in the last few nights seemed to remain only there. During the day, there was some kind of different, still a little tense atmosphere. Except that the ambiguity was replaced by a more agitated expectation and intrigue. It was still difficult for both of you to do small talks when the pictures of previous nights were so vivid in your heads.

Tonight was going to be a busy night, because James and Elspeth's friends, numerous Henrys and their wives, came to Saltburn. You also knew many of them, so you spent the whole evening in lively conversations with the exchange of news over the past year, endlessly promising to send greetings to your parents. Oliver seemed to be a little lost, especially at dinner, but you were seated quite far from each other, so even if you decided to talk to him, you couldn't do it. But you nodded at him from the other end of the table, lighting up the whole evening with your smile. He felt much less alone from that moment onwards.

The dinner was sumptuous, and numerous flowers and candles rested on the dark mirrored table, the candlelight danced beautifully on the faces of wining and dining guests. You stole a glance at Oliver - God, how handsome he was in this evening tuxedo, did he know that? You had a growing desire to get alone with him, but you had absolutely no idea how you could do it unnoticeably, and generally... take the initiative. You wouldn’t go to his bathroom for the third time, would you?

The evening was followed by a karaoke night led by DJ Farleigh. Everyone was having fun, singing along and clapping each other, it didn't matter if someone sang noticeably badly or really very well. Although “uncle” Henry's performance to the song “Low" was already too much, especially at the moment when you almost got smashed by his thrown jacket.

"Good Lord, give me strength," you thought, and then changed your prayer, turning your head to the side at Henry's wife, who eventually got his jacket right in her face, "Although no, please better give this woman strength."

Felix had been gallantly pouring you wine half the evening, asking how your mood was, and made funny comments about the guests. Then Venetia came, you also had a drink with her and a lively talk, and then she and her brother went to stand in a corner while smoking cigarettes, hilariously dancing to karaoke songs. Elspeth walked and chatted charmingly with the guests, and James sometimes eagerly but out of pace clapped to the rhythm of modern dance floor hits with often dubious lyrics.

Oliver was sitting on the opposite couch almost all this time, drinking some kind of tropical long. You didn't talk to him much during karaoke, but the conversation with his eyes was more than enough. His expressive orbs alternated between looking at you and following your rolling gaze as you watched another Henry who was making another drunken joke. And then his eyes started to burn a hole in you more and more, but he still remained silent and did not approach. Okay. In a different state, you may had started overthinking it or getting upset again, but not now. Now you were drunk enough to perform some karaoke hit and tell him everything with it. Well, telling something, at least.

"Farleigh!" you shouted, pointing at him.

"Yes!" he poked his finger at you in response, holding the microphone.

"Toxic" by Britney Spears!" you said, calling out a few "o-o-o-ohs" from the audience.

"Great!" the DJ of the evening grinned, putting the right song and giving the microphone to you.

The familiar sounds of a sampled violin came in, and then your voice followed:

Baby, can't you see I'm calling?

A guy like you should wear a warning

It's dangerous, I'm falling

There's no escape, I can't wait

I need a hit, baby, give me it

You're dangerous, I'm loving it

You sang, turning to Oliver and looking into his eyes. He sucked his cocktail out of a straw and then put it on the floor without breaking eye contact with you.

Too high, can't come down

Losing my head, spinning 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

He was sitting on the couch in his smart black tux, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs wide. Oliver was listening to you so attentively, as if this was not a Britney song, but some kind of revelation addressed only for him to comprehend.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic?

He grinned at you. You started swinging your hips slightly while you were singing. Oliver licked his lips lightly.

It's getting late to give you up

I took a sip from my devil's cup

Slowly, it's taking over me

What a confession. Or was it a call?

You kept singing while everyone else supported you and sang along too. Farleigh danced to the beat of the music, and Felix and Venetia just had a separate party in the corner of the room, as if they were really at a Britney concert, and not karaoke party, where their friend finally decided to sing, being a little drunk. Elspeth and James, somehow in an old-fashioned, but a very sweet way danced sitting on the couch. All this support from the Cattons was especially pleasant and inspired me to sing the song even more boldly!

Intoxicate me now with your loving now

I think I'm ready now (I think I'm ready now)

Intoxicate me now with your loving now

I think I'm ready now

Yes, it was definitely a call. Oliver shifted on the couch, outwardly remaining calm, but deep inside he just had a storm of emotions and desires.

Artemis was luring her Actaeon again.

The living room burst with applause and cheering. It was not that you sang better than the original, but still, this song had already become an everyone’s favourite hit, which could not be disliked in any case. And you sang charismatically, not to mention your body movements. You scored 100 points! And to Oliver it was all 200.

You chatted for a while with Felix and Venetia and one of the Henrys, who jumped up to you, drank more wine after such brave karaoke performance, and then sneaked out of the room, realizing that you urgently need to use the restroom. Your head was a little dizzy, but you got to that very bathroom of yours which actually worked fine. Having done all the necessary things, you began to wash your face and stood for a long time at the sink with the faucet open, gradually coming to your senses. Ugh, you shouldn’t drink like that, otherwise it won't be clear if you can remember the rest of the evening. And you really wanted the most interesting things to be just ahead.

"Oliver!"

He was standing against the wall opposite the bathroom exit.

"How did you know that you... that I... that I would go here and not, say, to your bathroom again?"

"Very simply, Y/N. You're drunk right now, and thus, you will most likely reach the place that you are most familiar with. Like on an autopilot. I decided that you use your bathroom more often than mine."

You thought about it. Indeed, everything was so simple when he explained it. He must be much more sober.

It was a good thing you left before Farleigh decided to make Oliver sing karaoke. It was unexpected and humiliating, very humiliating, but he turned the situation in his favor by handing the microphone back to Farleigh at the most ambiguous moment of the song. Soon it would be Farleigh paying his own "Rent". Fortunately, no one read this subtext except the two of them. Oliver wasn't worried much about that right now, he had more important things to do tonight, so he went looking for you, fortunately, it wasn't difficult at all.

"So, you sing," he stated, pulling away from the wall and leisurely approached you.

"Not really, more like when I have a little drink, huh..."

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?"

"Yes, much better, thank you," you said, still musing, "And also I sing when there is a good reason for it"

Oliver came close to you, and leaning into your ear, asked, "Am I a good enough reason?"

You looked into his eyes, "What do you think..." and reached out to kiss him. The taste of your wine mixed with the taste of his sweet strong cocktails. "It seems he drank more than I thought after all, how is he holding up so well?" you wondered, but soon you lost the thread of thought when his tongue, even more saturated with alcohol, penetrated your mouth.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

Those lines from the song started spinning in your head again while your tongues were spinning in their own dance. You started to lose the feeling of the ground under your feet, but Oliver held you tight. But you still got to lean more on his sturdy body under that beautiful black and white suit.

Then, barely interrupting your kisses, you moved into your bedroom. It was lit by the moonlight, just like Oliver's bedroom last night. He began to take off your dress, gently kissing your shoulder. Then, you helped him undo your bra and stepped out of the shoes. At this time, he was taking off his tux without taking his eyes off you. He looked at you ecstatically from head to toe.

"Beautiful, so beautiful. Did I tell you that already?"

You nodded, smiling.

"I'll say it again. You're so fuckin’ beautiful," Oliver said with his deep sexy accent.

At these words, you became completely aroused and let out an inaudible moan, as he threw you on the bed, just like yesterday. After kissing you on the lips, he immediately went down on you, caressing your most sensitive part with his tongue and squeezing your hips harder than before. You shifted on the bed, entangling with his soft dark locks, and began to moan softly.

Oliver himself was also damn attractive, to say the least. His strong, slender stripped body covered yours, and only the chain was dangling on his neck. For some reason, this detail turned you on especially hard. Finally, you saw him completely naked, not just a couple of times in the tall grass, but right in your bedroom, when he was pressing you to the bed, towering over you. What a view.

His tongue was flicking over your clit, Oliver was almost moaning into your cunt as he eats you. You squeezed his head between your legs so hard, but he wouldn’t pull back. He was groaning and licking you relentlessly.

You were so close to orgasm, but he stopped and reached for your face, greedily kissing your lips with his shiny lips, this time for a long enough time so that you could taste your own arousal. It drove you crazy.

"Now you know just a little bit how delicious you are, Y/N," Oliver almost breathed those words right into your mouth.

He pulled himself up to you, and you felt his hard cock pressing against you. You put your hand on it, which made Oliver exhale sharply. Resting on his hands, he lifted up a little while you caressed it with your hand. He looked lasciviously at you, as your hand was moving up and down, stroking his dick. Then he hugged you and rolled over on the bed with you, and you were on top now. You sank lower, carefully wrapping your lips around his cock. He tilted his head back, mouth half open. The feel of your soft lips and warm tongue almost drove Oliver crazy. He put one hand in your hair, gently running it through.

"Yes, dear Y/N, that's it..."

"My sweet Y/N..."

Then you, without stopping your actions, looked him straight in the eyes. It was too much, and Oliver groaned and gently released you, turning you back down under him. His cock was harder than the steel of any sword that was in this manor.

"Do you know what is the best thing about a karaoke night, besides your amazing number?" asked Oliver and gave the answer himself, "It's that you can scream and moan all over the house, as loudly as you want. Or whatever I want it to be."

Those words flooded you with moisture, and at that moment Oliver entered you.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you. He exhaled, full of admiration and lust.

"Gods, Y/N, you’re so tight," he said breathlessly, kissing you. You started moaning into his mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips was leisurely at the start, gently rolling into yours, your eyes were connected to each other. His strong arms caged your twitching body under him. It all felt so good you were afraid that you might just woke up from some kind of dream or fantasy that you had, thinking of Oliver and falling asleep.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as he increased his pace. Soon, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless as his panting and your own moans. You wrapped your legs around his body, nails digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper into you.

“Fuck, girl, moan for me, yeah. Let the whole house know who is giving it to you, that pleasure,” Oliver’s hot whisper almost burned your skin.

You let out the loudest groan as he began slamming into you, driving to the edge of existence. The entire floor was really filled with your screams of pleasure, echoing in the dark. His hips slap against yours loudly, shaking the old bed. He clenched his teeth, watching the way your doe eyes look up at him, eyes were full of sensuality and desire. Oh, how beautiful and docile you were, he could not believe himself it was all happening at least.

You clenched around him and soon you arched your back, his name fell from your lips. He followed later soon, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he was doing last movements with his hips.

You went soft and limp under him as he panted with his hoarse voice in your ear. Oliver exhaled contentedly, triumphantly smirking.

You changed your position by lying down next to each other. For a while, you both just lay silently in bed, recovering your breath and feeling the spreading bliss to every cell of your bodies. Quick began to slowly and gently stroke and caress your body, leaving a weightless touch on your skin. He gently brushed two knuckles of his finger against your soft cheek.

"Oliver," you whispered into the darkness.

"Yes, Y/N?" he said, playing with your hair.

"Tell me, you've liked me since Oxford, haven't you? At first, I didn't even realise it, but in recent days I've been thinking so much about our acquaintance and how you looked at me then… So I thought it might be true..."

Oliver chuckled softly.

"Yes, my clever Y/N, you're absolutely right. I lost my head about you nearly as soon as I saw you. Seems you can't hide the truth from you."

You smiled, snuggling closer to him, "It's so good that you also got to Saltburn this summer," you mused, "Maybe, it is some kind of fate."

Oliver smiled at your words, gently tucking a lock behind your ear.

"Yes, I guess, it is."

The mixture of satisfaction, happiness and alcohol acted on you like a magic potion, and soon you peacefully fell asleep on his shoulder. Oliver was very glad that it was your room and you didn't have to be disturbed in any way. Saltburn had his own eyes and ears, it was not worth creating unnecessary rumors now. He wasn't in a position here to be able to afford it, at least, not now.

He kissed you gently on the temple and carefully left your bed, dressing up in his tuxedo and returning to the living room.

The fun continued. The hunt was a success.

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[redheadspark]

Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street.  The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both.  Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was. 

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her.  Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it.  You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings.  Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.  

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room.  She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor.  You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite.  It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner.  Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed.  You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom.  He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed.  Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.  

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you.  He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have.  After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car.  He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened.  Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to.  Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother.  The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour.  Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family.  It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false.  But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh.  Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place.  We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged.  You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky.  It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better.  He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous.  He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking.  No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother. 

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way.  He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself.  He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body. 

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window.  He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support.  You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you. 

Now it was his turn to return the favor.  

The End.  

Hurt and Comfort Prompt Session

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[apollosdaydreams]

By your- bed?

Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: none, suggestive language

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Both you and Barry were sitting in a comfortable silence on your shared bed. You were leaning on him enjoying a book, while he was reading through a script for a new movie. Barry’s hand was rubbing your thighs, with this you snuggled in closer to Barry. Because of this action some of the material of the hoodie you were wearing slipped up showing some of your stomach. Barry looked over at you and smirked. You however didn't see this interaction as you were far too focused on the book in front of you.

“You look great in that hoodie.” He said smugly. You slightly looked up at him and rolled your eyes, then brought your attention back to your book.

“You know where else it would look good?” He questioned.

“My bed-” Barry said, at the exact time you said. “By your side-” You quickly moved out from under his arm so you could make eye contact with him. He had the biggest smile on his face. He was proud of what he said, he wouldn't deny that.

You scoffed, lightly hitting his chest. “You are such a horndog Barry!!” You exclaimed.

“What?” He said, “I can't help myself, when the most beautiful girl in the world is right next to me.” You opened your mouth to say something, quickly shutting it and laying back on his chest.

“God I love you.” You whispered.

He kissed the top of your head, “I love you more Grá”

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[stellatekintsugi]

Barry Keoghan for Arena Homme+

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[thefallennightmare]

Broken-seven

*credit to me(the-fallen-nightmare) for creating the gif*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: IT TOOK ME HOURS TO GET THIS GIF PERFECT OMG! I'm so excited that I know how to make gifs now because I could NEVER find prime gifs for this story. FYI, any gifs I make that you like and want to use, go for it! Simply credit me.

The hustle and bustle of glasses clinking, laughter echoing, and voices chatting about their day was a buzz of background noise while Barry and I sat across from each other at the table. Neither of us had said a word since we left the gym which made for an uncomfortable car ride. I had opted to ride with him, Barry not trusting that I hadn’t had a drink yet today. It stung my heart hearing that he still could not trust me alone or the fact that he thought I would have a drink and drive. I never had and never would.

I used my straw as a makeshift spoon, spinning the ice around in my cup hoping the action would somehow make time move faster. 

It didn’t. 

Barry had looked uncomfortable but wouldn’t divulge what was wrong. Although, he didn’t have too. There was a bar stocked full of different varieties of alcohol staring directly in my face, tempting me with a sweet taste. 

“I’m not going to order any of it,” I softly spoke, breaking the burning silence. 

My voice startled Barry, his shoulders jumping a bit, but he nodded. “I know.” 

“So stop acting as if I’m going to climb over you to snatch a bottle,” I said.

He sighed while pinching his eyes shut. “Can we please not fight? It’s been a nice day so far.” 

I bit my tongue, the sarcastic come back idling away. Instead, I took a large sip of my water, eyes scanning the floor. 

“Looking for someone?” 

I raised a brow back towards Barry. “The waiter. I’m starving.” 

But it was then that I saw the way his jaw unclenched that I knew why he asked that. 

“If I was looking for someone, would it bother you?” I asked while leaning back into my chair.

The smug smile never faltered from my lips. 

Barry was quick to shake his head. “Not at all. We're not together anymore. Ya can date and look for whoever ya please.” 

There were those words again, the ones that cut deep into my heart. I already knew that, he didn’t have to keep bringing it up. I blinked a few times, hoping that the tears would stay away. 

“You don’t have to be such an asshole, Barry,” I muttered. 

“Fuck, we really can’t go more than an hour without bickering about something,” he sighed. 

“It never used to be like this,” I reminded him with a shrug. 

I didn’t miss the way his lips curled up into a small smile, no doubt thinking about all of the good memories we had shared. 

Silence fell between us yet again and a few moments later, our food arrived with a quick smile of thanks towards the waiter. I, however, didn’t have much of an appetite anymore. 

“Do you think we could put our differences to the side for Saturday?” Barry asked, once he finished his meal. 

Our eyes locked. “Are you asking me to come to your fight?” 

He nodded. “It would be nice to have ya in my corner.” 

A sudden flash appeared in my mind of bare bodies, glistened in sweat, as they rocked together and slammed into the bed frame or wall. Moans echoing loudly in the room once their shared climax took over. Without fail, after every one of Barry’s fights in the past we would celebrate by having sex wherever we could find an empty room in the gym we were at. Sometimes it was the locker room or the bathroom. One time, we snuck into a tiny janitorial closet, my face being smashed up against a rack of mop handles while Barry slammed into me from behind. The high that we both felt right after his fights was electric, the sexual pleasure was so intense. 

It always made for the best sex. 

A reddish hue ghosted over my face, an itch begging to be scratched felt at the core between my legs. 

I let out a low cough to mask my arousal. “I, uh, guess the after-fight celebration would be off the table?” 

Barry scratched at his chin before shifting in his seat, and when he licked his lips, I let out a quiet moan. With the way his hand dipped underneath the table, I knew he adjusted himself between his legs. 

There was an undeniable sexual tension clouding around us yet again however we did what we usually did when we felt it; ignore it. 

“So,” Barry spoke. “Any plans for tomorrow?” 

“Yeah-uh- I have a therapy appointment in the afternoon.” 

He stared at me dumbfounded. “You’re in therapy?” 

“First session. Well, in person. I talked to her on the phone last week,” I clarified, playing with the rings on my finger. Something I always did when I was nervous. 

He smiled at me warmly. “Good for you, Y/N.” 

“You know,” I said. “My therapist thinks it’s a good idea if we come in together. She said it’ll be good for me if we figure out what went wrong between us before divulging into my alcoholism.” 

Barry’s shoulders went rigid with discomfort. “Like couples therapy? How is that going to help us now?” 

Any hope I had that he would agree vanished with his words. 

“Right,” I nodded while looking down at my lap. “It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything.” 

He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you really think it will help ya?” 

I looked into his eyes and nodded. “I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t think so.” 

“Alright,” Barry agreed. “I’ll go with you.” 

My hand reached across the table to give a gentle squeeze to his hand, an intense spark shocking through to our cores. 

“Thank you.” 

He nodded, whole body shivering from my touch. 

The clock ticked loudly in the small room as Barry and I sat next to each other on the leather couch. There was a huge space between us because neither of us wanted to answer the therapist's question. 

“Was your marriage more sex than love?” 

I looked over at Barry to see him swallow thickly, a rough hand covering his mouth. It was clear that he wasn’t going to be the first one to answer so I did. 

“I don’t think it was,” I said truthfully. 

Ms. Rogers nodded. “Barry?” 

“I mean, we did get married kind of young and shortly after meeting but I don’t think sex was a big factor in it.” 

“You’re beating around the answer,” Ms. Rogers sighed. 

Something Barry had been doing the last twenty minutes of our session. He was already hesitant about coming, almost backing out this morning minutes before we had to leave. But he knew that I needed this. 

“What do you want me to say, doc?” He asked with an agitated tone. 

“Barry,” I warned. 

He scoffed. “I don’t see how asking about our sex life has anything to do with Y/N’s drinking problem.” 

I groaned while running a hand over my face, embarrassment ghosting over me. 

“It has everything to do with it, Barry. Y/N could be drinking to fill the void that she used to get from having sex with you.” 

I perched my elbows on my knees, giving the therapist my attention. “I can assure you. I’m not drinking because of that.” 

“I’m not saying that it’s the only issue you’re dealing with. You have the divorce, moving back to your home country, and losing your parents shortly after. That’s a lot for someone to deal with on their own,” Ms. Rogers said. 

“I’m not alone. Barry decided to stay with me,” I informed her. 

Her brows furrowed together. “Was it to help you grieve or to make sure you don’t drink anymore?” 

My lips parted, unsure on how to answer. 

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Barry fumed while standing to his feet. “I thought that you were supposed to help her but all you’ve asked in the last thirty minutes is about our sex life.” 

“Why does it bother you so much that she asks about it?” I questioned Barry. 

 He pointed between us. “It’s personal, something that should only stay between us.” 

I chuckled dryly at his comment. 

“If it’s supposed to be between us then why does Noah know about that night?” 

Barry froze with his jaw slacked and Ms. Rogers caught onto the sudden tension between us. 

“What night?” She asked. 

I looked at her. “Shortly before Barry served me with divorce papers, a mutual friend of ours planted a seed into Barry’s head that I was sleeping with someone behind his back. This friend supposedly had proof because of something I did to Barry when we would have sex.” 

“Did you?” Ms. Rogers asked. 

Barry, still not uttering a word, watched me with intense eyes. 

“I never cheated on him.” I didn’t miss a beat. “The only way that our friend knew about this thing I did during sex was because Barry told him about it; bragged about it.” 

“I didn’t brag,” Barry defended. . 

“Bull shit!” I spat, now standing on my feet. “You had to be such a big shot to your friends that you basically told the whole bar.” 

“I was drunk-.” 

“So it’s alright for you to use that excuse but not me?!” I seethed pushing him in his chest. 

Anger filled me suddenly, not taking a second to let it fester before I did something rash. 

Barry didn’t stumble, simply held his ground. Ms. Rogers went to interfere but he held up a hand to stop her. 

“Y/N, why are you angry right now?” She asked. 

A lone tear rolled down my cheek and I smacked Barry’s hand away when he went to catch it. 

“I’m so sick of him making me feel like it was my fault we got a divorce. Before we even signed the papers, he already had a new girlfriend,” I said. 

The thought of them together made my fists curl, nails digging into my palm. 

“For all I know, he could have been dating her before we even separated.” 

“How many times do I have to tell ya, Y/N?! I didn’t start dating her until after we separated,” his Irish accent was thick with his own anger. 

Both of our chest rose and fell with every breath we took, staring deep into each other's eyes. 

“Why did you two get a divorce?” Ms. Rogers' monotone voice broke between us. 

I extended my hand at Barry. “Ask him. He’s the one that wanted it.” 

Ms. Rogers looked at him. “Barry?” 

“I was gone all the time filming, it wasn’t fair to Y/N to be in a one sided marriage,” Barry said while sitting back on the couch. 

I slowly followed his lead with hands clasped tightly in my lap. 

“Did you try to fight for it, Y/N?” 

With her question, it was then that I realized I could have fought for us more but I gave up without even a second thought. 

“He made up his mind, there was no changing it,” I said. 

Ms. Rogers spent the next few minutes writing something on her notepad before she closed it, setting it on the table in front of her. 

“I think we covered a lot in today’s session. I would really like to keep meeting with the both of you, if you’d like.” 

“Barry is going back home next week. He was only staying for a week, it was part of our deal,” I stated. 

But with the confused look from Ms. Rogers, I let out a defeated breath. “We made a deal that if I stayed sober for a week, Barry would leave me alone.” 

“How is that healthy?” She gave a small smile. 

“I’ll give ya one more session with me, that’s it,” Barry agreed. 

Ms. Rogers gave a slight nod. “I’ll take it. Now, all I want to end the session with one last question; Do you still love each other?” 

My stomach flipped a few times over as I gazed over to Barry, waiting for his answer. He ran his hands over his pants a few times, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip. 

“I never stopped,” I answered with a shaky breath, eyes never leaving Barry’s. 

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his phone ringing. 

“Don’t answer it,” I begged, needing to know his answer. 

“It’s the promoter for my fight, I have too,” Barry spoke while walking out of the room, phone pressed tightly to his ear. 

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[imagine--if]

I know our newest Joker isn’t the prettiest but I don’t care lol, could I request an afab x reader where Joker has a crush on the reader? You can pick the dynamic between the two

A/N: I sure as hell can 😍🃏 why the hecc I haven't written for J recently idk, but this'll hopefully make up for it 😅 Didn't really know how to turn it into a proper imagine so I've done a hc and a blurb!!

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, insanity, obsessive love 💚

• I'mma be straight with you... if the Joker likes you, you're gonna know about it.

• Because this guy makes it very obvious that you've caught his attention in a good way 💚

• He's really not shy lol, J speaks his mind and will probably say something that makes you blush or just needs processing for a second, whether or not you're a criminal at Arkham or a normal, innocent citizen of Gotham

• You could've caught his attention in many ways - kickass fighting and being your badass self, flirting with him first, or just looking up at him with big Bambi eyes, perfectly innocent and his complete opposite

• So Joker will say something to make it clear that you're interesting and hot, like, "Something about your eyes, pretty girl... think about it, huh? We'd be the best chaotic together, don't you think?"

• Basically will pester you until you give him a chance 🙃

• J's surprisingly observant, so he has his ways of making sure you're safe and not hanging out with people that he doesn't approve of (people that could potentially like you too)

• He'd feel like killing for you is a massive statement of blossoming love, and I guess it is for him and his crazy mind 🥰

• You get a lot of attention from this man, so do with that what you will hehe

• Joker stares a lot with a grin on his face and doesn't say anything until you make him, and for once it's not to crack a stupid joker or make sadistic fun of someone, cus you get a genuine compliment which is... new??

• So let him date you and be a PoWeRcOuPlEpOwErCoUpLe 😁👏🏼

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"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" You sigh, but can't help the smile that creeps onto your face as the madman pressed up beside you blinks up at you, feigning innocence.

"Me?" He asks, and a small laugh escapes him as he thinks about it. "Well, uh... no."

"Why me?"

"Why not?" He shoots back, reaching a scarred hand out to grasp your chin and gently turn your head to face him properly. "Just think about it, dolly. We'll have so much fun, huh? I can see you're tempted, I can see it, in those big, pretty eyes of yours."

"Fun?" You repeat, and he nods eagerly, amused as you raise your brow questioningly.

"Uhuh. Know what that'll include?"

You shake your head. "Not really."

"Then how about... I show you? Pretty please?"

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[whotfatemywaffles]

You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

Request Druig (marvel) + You Belong with me (taylor’s version)

DruigxFEM!reader

Word Count- 1332

A/N this was a request from @bonxkai-forever i'm just going to say that i tried

A/N 2.0- I Got a new laptop so yay

Years had passed. The Eternals had all gone they're separate ways. Other than you, you had done a full circle. For example You stayed with Ajak and Sprite in South Dakota, Gilgamesh and Thena in Australia, Even Makkari on the Domu, and currently you resided with Kingo in india.

“Have you gone to see Druig?” You heard Kingo question you “No, Why?” You asked with a puzzled expression. “I don't know, You should just go see him” Kingo replied.

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” You asked sarcastically “no it's just you guys used to be so close and you’ve been moping around for the last few thousand years' ' he rushed to explain himself. 

“Fine, i'll go” You replied standing up from the spot you had been sitting in on Kingos couch. As you made your way to the door you yelled “see ya later, Kingo '' You voice rang through his house. 

Later you found yourself outside of the Amazon, This is where he should be. “Well, here gose nothing”  you muttered to yourself as you walked through the woods. A little while later you found yourself by a creek. 

By that creek you saw an injured girl, and the person you had longed to see all this time. Although you felt sympathy for the girl, something else boiled in you, Anger. No that couldn't be right, displeasure maybe a little, anxious no, jealousy? Could it be? No.

You watched Druig tend to the wound on the girls leg, not even realising you were there. Until a Deviant attacked. Without thinking you rushed up and started attacking it. If he didnt notice you  before he sure did now. 

This Deviant was not like the others you had fought, this one had been healing itself. To kill it you would need to use your full power, it just came with a cost. As you tapped into it Druig realised what you were doing as your fingers darkened with the amount of power you had been using. 

The Deviant had started to die. As you had let out a shriek as you finished it off, then falling to the ground. Your vision began to fade and you heard Druig rush over to you.      

       It had only felt like a few seconds till you were woken up by the sound of a machine. “What the fuck?” You muttered to yourself while standing up to the sound of people arguing outside the door.

“What were you thinking?” a familiar voice said, “I was trying to help her.” You hear Druig’s attempt to defend himself in his voice. 

The two continued. When you opened the door you saw all the eternals standing there except for Ajak.

     “Well Good Morning, I see you visited Druig finally” Kingo said sarcastically as Makkari pulled you into a hug. As you pulled her in, you flipped Kingo off as a response he gave a face of fake offence. “You guys are weird” Druig commented.

  “Sure Cult-boy” Kingo remarked. “Cult-Boy?” Druig repeated irritated as your lips curled into a smile at the joke. “I'll have you know that my so called cult is the reason Y/N here is Alive” he snarled in response.

“Anyways,” Sersi concluded their petty fight, “Ajak is dead and we need to stop a celestial being born” . Sprite cut her off.

“Okay then” You replied, slightly shocked. “So how are we going to do it?” you asked the group. “We haven't gotten that far in the plan yet” Sprite spoke up. In response you let out a nodd, and then you heard screaming from outside. “Again?” You muttered while getting up as everyone rushed out of the room. 

When you got outside you could see druig controlling the people of the small cult-like village “Let them go!” You called to Druig, with a sigh he let them go “get to the river!” He commanded as the humans ran. 

 “Y/N!” ikaris caught your attention “A Little help” he questioned sarcastically sending the deviant towards you. The deviant was flying towards you. Its tail hit you. You fell into the fountain. Ikaris what the fuck. 

You began to fight the deviant. The gold magic you had been using turned red. That was odd. Regardless you kept fighting. Suddenly it turned to gold. What? The deviant turned to gold. Your powers were red. 

You pulled yourself out of the fountain. That was the last one. Everyone was out of breath and you looked down to your hands. As if starting at them like they would be any different. They were the exact same collection of rings that were assorted in medal and age. But something fell off.

Druig rushed over to you as he watched you look at your hands panicked. “Are you alright?” He asked, panicking, “Somthings wrong?” You said frantically While looking up “What's wrong?” he questioned “Well to start THAT DEVIANT JUST TURNED TO GOLD” You yelled pointing to the deviant “AND MY MAGIC TURNED RED'' You yelled taking in a breath “I COULDN'T DO THAT BEFORE!” You yelled again.

“Hey” Druig said softly trying to calm you down “Hey” He called again “HEY!” He yelled gaining your attention this time “Lets go to the domo and we can try and fix this” He reasoned as i calmed down. 

—- time skip —--

I had been sitting on a chair in the domo when Druig approached me, “haven't done this in a while” He said as I set my book down. I chuckled “Got any new music recommendations, the last guy you recommended died” He said “Actually i do” you smiled shutting the book “I Highly recommend Taylor swift, and for you i definitely recommend Her album Folklore” You smiled. 

“Got any new weird dreams to tell me about?” You asked, “Actually I have a few.” He laughed. The two of you talked for a while. And you got curious if he were single, cause in all honesty if he had a girlfriend you'd be jealous of her, but if he were single that's honestly;y hurts.

You had found out he was single, apparently his last girlfriend and him broke up due to conflict of interest. “She never understood me like you do,” he joked. “I mean i would make a better girlfriend then her” You joked well half joked. 

“Definitely,” He agreed while eating a piece of bread. “You know, I never understood why we stopped talking.” Drug said honestly. “You had your cult and I wanted to travel,” I replied. Causing him to sigh “I wish we didn't stop talking” He replied looking down “I've missed you” he looked up “I missed you too” You told him. Oh if he could see that you're the one who understands him, you've been here all along so why can he see, he belongs with you and you belong with him. 

A few minutes later druig started “Y/N, I'm going to do something, and if you hate me for it i will probably hate myself for the rest of my-our existence” Druig rambled, “what are you going to do kiss me?” I joked. I got no reply as druig leaned forward cupping my face with his hand and leaning in more and then it happened, our lips connected. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. It felt like the world was not just about to end. 

Then we pulled apart “So?” He said questioningly “Do you hate me?” He asked sheepishly, “I could never’ i smiled “I just thought it would have been sooned” I added earning a chuckle.

Our attention was then caught by Kingo walking in and clapping “Finally, Geez it only took about 7000 years” to which i laughed and druig looked away as his face turned  a vibrant shade of red.                  

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[dumbbsomeone]

People who said the Saltburn bathtub scene was traumatizing never stepped foot on this app, wattpad, or ao3 🤷‍♀️

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[wormswurld]

ollie after being kissed by felix in a room surrounded by people who want him: 🤗🤭🌟💖🪄✨

#like you can tell he’s so shocked #literally making the same expressions he made when felix kissed him in the helmet the first time they met #my cutie boy #love his smile lines #his dimples 🫠 #oliver quick #barry keoghan #saltburn #saltburn posting #felix catton #jacob elordi #cattonquick #felix x oliver #lgbtqia #saltburn 2023

[agroteraa]

Actaeon

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Part 1.

Part 2: Artemis

Part 3.1: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.1)

Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, light choking.

Word Count: 5K

"Venetia! I also wanted to..."

But she had already triumphantly closed the bathroom door. You slammed the door a couple of times, but all you heard in response was the muffled sound of water and a Paris Hilton song blasting from the speakers that were in that room. She would definitely listen to the entire album during her bath procedures, and certainly more than once.

Clearly, this would take a long time. It was too long to wait - you'd been shivering from the cold. Nothing special had happened, you just opened the window in your room and were so engrossed in reading a book that you forgot about everything in the world. The summer days in Saltburn were hot, but still the nights gave you chills sometimes. So, every fascination has its price to pay.

The second bathroom in your wing of the house broke down tonight. That was bad, because the servants could not cope on their own, and it was too late to call the plumbing, and there was no such urgent need when there were several bathrooms. It was a pity the senior Cattons didn’t know that when Venetia used to occupy the only bathroom nearby, that was indeed the most urgent need.

You didn't want to bother Felix and Venetia's parents, much less use their bathroom. James and Elspeth were friends of your parents and this was far from your first summer in Saltburn, but still it would be somehow too inconvenient, they were not your uncle and aunt, after all. There was also no question about the servants' bathroom, it seemed even more inconvenient for you to occupy a bathroom that was used by more than 10 people at once.

There was only one option left if you wanted to lie in the bath for as long as you wanted so that no one would bother you, and right now.

You went down to the living room, where you could hear the sound of the TV. Felix was sitting next to Oliver, smoking a cigarette, switching channels and talking cheerfully to his friend.

"Hey Felix!" you spoke to the guy, and he turned to you, his face reflecting the blue light from the TV in the semi-darkness.

"Yes, Y/N?" he smiled.

"Mm... Can I use your bathroom now? We’ve got one tub malfunctioning, and Venetia got stuck in the other, deciding to do Live at Saltburn's Bathroom 2007, no less..."

You specifically said "your bathroom," looking at Felix the whole time. It was more correct to address both guys at once, but you just couldn't look into Oliver's eyes like that and ask him to use his bathroom with Felix.

"Say no more," he grinned, "Of course! Go ahead, enjoy yourself!"

"Thank you," you smiled and nodded at him, and at that moment you finally looked at Oliver. Unlike you, he had been doing nothing but staring at you all this time. You looked into his blue eyes on a face that was bathed in blue light, which made his eyes seem even more piercing. But he never said anything, absolutely nothing. His expression was unreadable. Was he offended that you didn't address him?

You smiled shyly at Oliver, nodded too, and left the room, bumping into Farleigh in the doorway, who was carrying a large pack of crisps.

"Hello, Y/N! How are you... hey Felix, did you switch that reality show that I was watching?!"

"Of course, yes, because no one wants to watch it except you," Felix replied.

"What? It's "Big Brother", actually! Yes, it's a great show, and we all need a little drama sometimes late in the evening! I bet Oliver likes it too. Yes, Oliver?"

"Oh, please!" Felix rolled his eyes and teasingly began to put the remote away from the hands of the approaching Farleigh.

You chuckled and finally left the room. You never looked at Oliver again, but you could swear that you felt his gaze burning into your back.

God, could he really be offended? Or maybe you did something or said something before and didn't realize it? It seems that Oliver had been noticing a lot, but always kept everything to himself.

Oliver, this guy. You met him at Oxofrd and you chatted and even went to some pubs with him and Felix a few times, but you didn't understand what he was like then. To tell the truth, you still had no idea, but the main reason why you were afraid to look him in the eye when you asked about the bathroom was that you thought he would immediately feel and find out about the crush that had been developing for him for the second month now of your growing closer with him here, in Saltburn.

The only thing you could say for sure was that he was not as insecure and awkward himself as you thought at university, rather he was silent and observant, knowing the value of himself, his words and actions. Attentively listening and being generally deep. His inner confidence and even some kind of mystery began to intrigue you in earnest.

Walking through the corridors of the beautiful old manor, you thought to yourself that you were even glad that everything turned out that way with your bathrooms. The thought of you lying in the same hot tub that Oliver lied almost every night strangely excited and turned you on.

You reached the right room, looking around - it was quiet and cozy. You immediately started taking water into the bathroom, and while you were waiting, you started walking in circles. Here was Felix's bathroom table, next to which his red robe was carelessly hung, two crushed toothpastes and a brush with slightly protruding bristles. You imagined that he was brushing his teeth with the speed and power of a blender in order to quickly deal with this chore and get down to much more interesting things that another day had prepared for him.

You laughed softly at this thought, and then went over to Oliver's side.

Everything was surprisingly neat in contrast to his neighbor, one almost full paste, one brush, two neatly folded towels. You wonder where his robe was. Did he come and go without it?

Gods, you started to think about something wrong. But it was too late – you already started imagining Oliver in his underwear, how he comes into this bathroom, takes them off and lies down in a hot tub… Or maybe he comes and goes here right away without underwear? Ugh... that's enough.

You decided not to lock the door from Felix's room - the boys were obviously absorbed in domination for the telly, besides, they know that you were here, so you just loosely closed the door. No one should come in.

The bathtub was almost full of water, you impatiently took off your clothes and decided to put them together with your bathrobe... where? You didn't want to go to Oliver's side - it was too minimalistic and clean. And besides, it seemed like... too intimate for some reason. But Felix's side would tolerate it, also there were a couple of spare towels in the corner that you forgot to take.

You carefully lowered yourself into the bath, the hot water started nibbling your skin. God, it felt so good. You gradually began to stretch and relax.

There was something about lying in an empty room in the bath while the water was still bubbling. The light was pleasantly dimmed, and the air in the room was gradually getting hot and sticky. This kind of environment had always calmed you down and turned you on at the same time. Except that there was a lot more of the excitement this night rather than the calming.

Thoughts of Oliver came back to you. The way he leaves his room, comes into this very bathroom, fills it just like you did. He lies down in it, as you were lying now, inhales hot air and breathe out even hotter air. Beads of sweat are gathering on his body. And you'd already seen his body too many times while you were swimming or sunbathing. Even you, being more of a face girl rather than a six-pack girl, could not sometimes look away, it was good that most of the time you were wearing sunglasses and he hardly noticed anything. Usually you rather admired his face and beautiful eyes, but now, in your fantasies, his eyes were closed, so your imagination stopped at his beautiful figure and, without too much modesty, began to write it out in details.

You couldn't help yourself, except…

The fingers on your left hand began to lightly brush your lips from left to right, you felt your own hot breath. You wondered if they were…

Then the hand began to descend lower, to your breasts, gently cupping one breast. Fingers slowly drew circles around your nipple, and then squeezed it, causing you to bite your lip and inhale sharply.

...if it were his hands, then....

The water was hot, but the heat below you was even stronger. Unable to resist it, your hand moved even lower, carefully making its way through your folds. You started caressing yourself. All these stoked emotions, tension, unspoken words lately, it was all too much. Of course, when you turned to Felix, the first thing you thought about was that it wasn't him using this bathroom, but someone else. What if he did it too, right here in this place?

...You wonder if those were his hands, would they have caressed you the same way?

This and the previous thoughts and the briefly popped images in your head finally brought you to the peak.

"Oliver..." you whispered loudly, unable to keep that name on your lips.

He almost gave himself away at this point.

Of course, you weren't alone all this time. While Felix and Farleigh were arguing over the right to own the remote, Oliver sat next to them, unable to believe that this was happening. You were going to his bathroom. Of course, in his thoughts now (and maybe in his plans for the future) it wasn't just you and Felix's bathroom, no. You, lying in his bathtub, was the only way to say it correctly and so... luscious.

He was already preoccupied with these thoughts from the very beginning, when you innocently asked Felix about the bathroom, and was just waiting for the right moment to slip away from this company. Fortunately, Elspeth soon joined them, and James came in after her, so, thanks to new guests in the room and the still ongoing discussion about what the Catton family would be watching on TV that evening, Oliver was able to slip away without much difficulty.

He impatiently followed your footsteps, counting in his head whether it was enough time to pass for you to look around there, fill the bath, lie down in it and start relaxing. Thinking about the last words, Oliver began to tense up in a certain sense and in a certain place. Yes, he decided, enough time had passed.

Very quietly, he walked through Felix's dark room to the crack in the door, which left a narrow strip of light from the next room. You were lying in the bath. God, it was a pity that he missed the moment when you took off your clothes and lay down there, but it was also good. He would see everything again, and very soon.

Oliver breathed very quietly and slowly.

God, how beautiful you were, even that small part of your body that could be seen from the bathroom and was also limited to the door crack was inexpressibly beautiful to him. He felt like an ancient Greek myths character, some kind of satyr watching the bathing of a beautiful nymph. No, the goddess. He thought of himself as Actaeon, and you were now his Artemis, taking your bath. A hunter who made his way to the goddess of hunting in the forest and was punished for his excessive curiosity, desires and impatience.

It was also some kind of forbidden act, as if he had actually made his way into the sacred grove. The grove was sacred, but he was glaring at you in a completely blasphemous manner. If he had got to be turned into a stag or something, he was willing to pay the price right now. Every fascination has its price to pay. Although no, not right now.…

Oliver was breathing very quietly and slowly, but soon his breathing became heavier and heavier.

It was too much when you started slowly running your hand over your body, starting with your lips and going lower and lower.

His mouth involuntarily opened in amazement, and then his jaw clenched, and he gnashed his teeth almost audibly. He bit his lip. It was impossible to tolerate, no. His own hand also began to slowly descend.

What was he counting on? Probably just to see you lying in his tub, left to yourself. He didn’t know himself. But for some reason, he did not hope for what was happening at that moment. What or who is Y/N thinking about now? He would give a lot to know that. And he would give everything to change the answer to his own name.

His excitement and despair grew within him every passing second.

He did not calculate exactly what happened next. Or rather, he could have guessed only in his wildest dreams. But it must be said, Oliver always had wildest dreams, which he quickly began to believe in.

"Oliver..." - the acoustics of the bathroom and the silence around gave away your secret, and the sensitive hearing of the bearer of this name picked it out unmistakably.

At that moment, the pupils of his eyes widened to their limit, as if he had just learned the most important secret of the universe, which he had longed to possess all his life. To some extent, even on the modest scale of human life and the moment, this was exactly the case.

So, yes. All this time Y/N was thinking about him. Not about Felix. Not about Farleigh. God, it was not even about Venetia or anyone else. About him. About Oliver. About Oliver Quick.

He smiled broadly at the thought that his observations, his intuition and his wildest dreams had met at a single point of truth. He knew that he hadn't made much of an impression on you in those brief meetings you had at Oxford. But you made an impression on him, and that was enough. He was good at waiting, and he was even better at planning. All this getting closer with Felix, this whole year – it was all for you first of all. He knew that you were friends, that you were the daughter of his parents' friends, and that you were often invited to stay at the Catton family estate, and he did everything to get there too. Yes, even if he didn't make a big first impression on you, even if you didn't study together, even if Felix didn't study with you and your paths didn’t cross often enough to communicate a lot at Oxford, but Oliver knew the place where all this would happen. In Saltburn.

That was why he’d been working very hard for the last two months – even if he wasn't always a good conversationalist, he was a great listener and an even better observer. You began getting closer, and he clearly caught your attention. But to what extent, even Oliver was not sure. It seemed that you communicated with Felix and Farleigh with much more ease, even flirting a little. And not only with them, in general, your ease was expressed in communicating with anyone. With anyone but him. More and more often, you began to avoid his gaze, felt visually uncomfortable, stiffed when you were alone with him, and felt a clear relief when someone joined your company. Did you really get to know him better, and the initial indifference became a constant awkwardness in his presence? Oliver was very afraid of that. And deep down he hoped that this way you could just mask your affection for him, because sometimes people do that. This was also present in him to some extent, or rather, it used to be, because Oliver Quick decided to bury his insecurity and shyness deep inside himself. He was not quite done with it yet, but oh the boy was trying, he was trying very hard. He wanted to kill everything in himself that prevents him from becoming who he desired to be and getting what he wanted. Or who he wanted.

That brief smile changed again to a soundlessly open mouth that almost gave out a groan. Oliver held his hand tightly on his crotch, holding onto the wall with his other hand so that his knuckles turned white. After that confession of yours, Oliver was ready to burst into the bathroom at the same second, but no. He would restrain himself, he would not do that. He would be smarter than Actaeon.

He was really able to keep his composure and wait for you to relax and move away from your blessed condition a little, diving into the water a little deeper and slightly closing his eyes from pleasure and calmness that came to you. He moved noiselessly to the other side of the room. He exhaled deeply. Oliver looked at the half-finished can of Red Bull that had been on Felix's bedside table near the entrance for almost a week. Now it was time to act.

You heard footsteps approaching and shivered, opening your eyes.

"Knock, knock! May I come in?" a familiar voice asked sweetly and quite lively.

"Oliver? What are you..." you started, but he interrupted you by going into the bathroom, without waiting for your invitation or even more so for a refusal.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I need to change my clothes urgently," he began guiltily, "I-I'm not looking!"

He was actually walking past you, covering his face with his hand.

"What's happened?" you asked, half rising from the tub.

"I spilled a drink on myself. It's so unsuitable, because this is a shirt that Felix recently gave me, so that I, quote, "won’t wear the same thing over and over again, otherwise it upsets mother, we're not some kind of paupers here, she said to him." This is so damn awkward," he said frustratedly.

"Yes, of course, come in. It's okay."

"Thank you, Y/N! Once again, I'm sorry for the suddenness."

Oliver disappeared and rummaged in his room for a while, and then knocked again, but this time from the side of his own door.

"Yes? Do you want to go back?"

"Yes. And no. Not quite. It seems that I need to wash my shirt right now, before the stain is completely dry..."

"Can you just leave the shirt to the maids?"

"No, no! Disturbing people at such a late hour...And again, until I find someone and get there..."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Come in... if you won’t be watching,"

"While I'm washing my shirt, I won't," Oliver smiled.

He entered the room with his eyes closed in a caricature manner and showed a white shirt with a dark yellow Red Bull stain on the shirt hanging in his outstretched arms. He was wearing white tank top and black trousers, which were only left part from his dinner costume. He also took off his shoes.

"Yeah, I see it. Maybe you can wash it with soap or something?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do now," Oliver went to his sink under a mirror, starting to wash the stain.

You didn't promise not to look. This view of him, the combination of a formal suit with something casual, formed a knot in your stomach. The white tank top that accentuated his slender torso and exposed his muscular arms so well, which were now busy doing laundry, black suit trousers that hugged his legs and ass in such a nice way, as well as the fact that he was standing barefoot in the bathroom, created a feeling of some kind of intimacy. Few people could see him like this even in this house, as if you came from some sort of gala dinner, and now you saw him in the process of changing clothes between some business. It was like you came together, and this was just your house, and that only you were allowed to see this semi-domestic, yet at the same time very sexy look. You inhaled the air quite sharply.

He didn't promise not to watch either. Therefore, the smile slipped from his face, since you did not see him from this angle, from where he could watch you through the mirror while washing his shirt, completely not looking at it. The smile faded because he could barely contain himself again. He was breathing heavily the hot and sticky air of the bathroom. Damn if only could he pounce and ravish you right now, in this very bath. Oliver was reveling in the way you were looking at him, the way you were looking at him now, thinking that he didn't notice it. Your sharp sigh was the last drop.

"Thinking about something?" Oliver asked you in an even tone.

"What? Oh, no, I just, uh..."

"It's weird, I thought I heard your voice when I first came in here. Did you talk to someone?"

"Of course not, because it's just me... and you."

"I could swear you were talking to someone..." Oliver said wistfully.

You felt the heat in the still hot bath water again, only now your face was burning. Did he hear you muttering his name? It couldn't be, could it have happened before he came in? Or did you not remember something? You were so relaxed. And now you were tensing up, afraid that he would find out your little, or rather, very, very big secret, which you were afraid to fully admit even to yourself.

"I... don't..."

Oliver sighed and stopped washing his shirt, turning to you and leaning on his table. He stared at you unblinkingly, arms crossed over his chest. You instinctively gasped and covered your chest with your hands, crossing your legs.

"My dear, I don't bite. Be a good girl and tell me who you were thinking about while lying in that bathtub, mm?"

"You promised not to look!" It seems like your face couldn't be any redder than it was now.

"I said I wouldn't look while I’d be washing my shirt," Oliver raised both hands in front of him, looking straight into your eyes, "As you can see, I'm done with it."

"But I’m not done with you at all," he thought to himself and slowly began to approach you from behind.

"Oliver, what are you-"

"Shh," he knelt down and gently put his hands on your shoulders, carefully gathering your wet hair to the center of your neck, "I won't look if you want, but let me apologize for my intrusion, I didn't mean to bother you."

He began to gently massage your shoulders, as the pads of his thumbs moved to your neck. You sighed softly and shifted your legs. It seems like both halves of your body were burning equally badly now.

"That's it, good girl," he cooed softly, exhaling hot air almost into your ear. His measured breathing burned your neck, "So, will you tell me who you were thinking about while lying in this tub?"

He asked the question as if he knew the answer to it. You wanted terribly and didn't want to tell him at the same time. It seems that even if you wanted to, the words were stuck in your throat. His long fingers began to tighten, moving slightly towards your neck. "I won't leave it until you tell me yourself." You twitched your legs again. Were you scared or did it turn you on? It seems to be both.

"And please don't hide with your hands from me, yeah? Do you know how fuckin' beautiful you are?" he took one hand off from your neck and gently pushed your hand away, taking up space under your breasts. There was a complete silence in the room. He moved a little to the left side of the tub. At that moment, your eyes met, and everything inside you turned upside down. His beautiful blue eyes were now almost dark with longing. His breathing was slow and heavy, shaking the already hot and sticky air between your faces. The tension was too strong to resist. Yes, it seems that your feelings towards each other were mutual.

Your lips slowly met, and then everything was like a blur. After a short while, Oliver sensually ran his tongue over your lower lip, asking for an invitation to come in. You opened your mouth a little more, where he immediately had slipped with his tongue, leisurely enjoying every corner of your mouth as much as possible. Then he broke the kiss in the lips just to kiss your collarbone without breaking your visual contact. You remembered that his other hand was resting under your chest, and now it began to stroke your skin and climb higher. Oliver began caressing your breasts just the way you had done before – first cupping it in his hand, and then slowly began to lead circles around your nipple until he squeezed it lightly. You cried out softly with pleasure.

"So, darling? And now you're going to tell me who you were thinking about...?"

If earlier words did not come out of you because of surprise and sensation of a slight fear, now they did not come out of you because of excitement and disbelief in what was happening in general. Oliver grinned, closing his eyes, lowering and shaking his head a bit. Then he stood up and, cupping your face in his hands, kissed you again. But this time the kiss was greedy, almost immediately his tongue penetrated you mouth, without asking for any permission now. But you didn't need it, you almost moaned into his lips in response. One of his hands moved from your cheek to your neck and began to squeeze it lightly.

After breaking the kiss, he looked at you again. It seems that now you were ready to reveal his name, but decided not to do so, to see what would happen next, gathering all the remnants of your weakening will, and silently looked at him in response. Oliver seemed to catch this mood and, giving you a dark excitement smile, took a step back, removing one hand from your throat and moving it to your inner thigh. His other hand was on your chest again. Your body covered with goosebumps under the water. He entered you with one finger, and you finally let out a real moan. Smiling with satisfaction, he added his second finger and increased the pace. The water started splashing out of the bathtub from your fidgeting and legs movements. The hand that rested on your breast began to squeeze it, and the thumb massaged your nipple rougher and rougher. You began to moan more often and louder under the caresses of your uninvited, but such a welcome guest. Perhaps it was more correct to say that you were the guest, and he was more like the host here, but your already confused thoughts were interrupted by his hoarse and authoritative voice, "Who were you thinking about lying here, touching yourself? Whose hands were you imagining at that moment?"

You just moaned in response, and he picked up the pace.

"Say the name, say it out loud"

"Oh... Oliver! It was you, Oliver."

"Yes," his eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze darkened even more, and his mouth let out a soundless moan full of satisfaction at what he had heard. He had experienced complete moral satisfaction, and now he would give you a physical one.

He bent down to you more, greedily and sloppily kissing you, without taking his hands off caressing your body, he added the third finger, and in less than a minute you came loudly under his fingers.

You were breathing heavily, just like Oliver himself. You looked at each other, both of you had a swarm of thoughts and a hurricane of feelings in your heads. "Good, sweet Y/N. I'm so glad that tonight turned out that way," he kissed you again, sweetly and almost innocently. He sat on his knees by the bath for a while and just looked at you. You started to get embarrassed again and looked away.

"I'm sorry, you probably need some time alone, and they've probably been waiting for me downstairs. The shirt still needs to be hung up to dry!" he said cheerfully, getting up from his knees, quickly taking the shirt from the sink and disappearing into his room. When he returned, you saw that he was wearing shoes again, and another shirt was thrown over his tank top.

"Have a pleasant late evening, Y/N! If you're not tired, join us in the living room," Oliver smiled at you, and then, already standing in the aisle, added quite nicely but firmly, "And if you want or need to use this room again, put your things down and take towels from my half of the bathroom, hmm?"

With these words, he left the room, leaving you in a storm of feelings and once again thinking how observant and puzzling he was sometimes, as it may not seem at first.

He was over the moon, but of course he would like to get a lot more out of you than he got today. But he knew how to wait, a good hunter should be able to do it, and today Oliver praised himself that he did it perfectly. Actaeon was considered the best out of the mortal hunters.

He was running, almost flying down the estate towards the living room. The Cattons were probably watching some nonsense there, as they always did. But he didn't care, because all his thoughts were about tomorrow night, hoping that you would come to use his bathroom again. Hoping that Venetia would occupy your bathroom again for a long enough time, and if she wouldn't, then maybe he would consider clogging of the second tub.

Oliver knew how to wait, and even better he knew how to act at the right moment.

Surely, he would surpass Actaeon himself.

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[redheadspark]

I can’t help but think that Barry Keoghan with prompt 4 would be perfect…

Can’t be the only one to notice that he does that all the time

A/N - EEEEE! I love this for Barry, thanks for requesting this, friend! I hope you like it!

Bite

Summary - Barry knew how to make you blush

Warnings - just fluff :)

“Barry, you’re going to have to quit it,”

“Quit what, luv?”

“You know what,”

Barry chuckled, leaning back in his chair a bit and watching you as you were sitting across from him in your small private table.  The only reason why it was private was of Barry, whom made the reservation himself for your 2 year anniversary.  Barry wanted it make it special, knowing your favorite place to eat and making sure you both were free that night.  You had no idea that he was planing all of this, which was surprising because you knew he couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.  

It was always that way when you two were together, hiding any presents he got from you would only last a few seconds before he caved.  You thought it was rather cute since he was giddy like a little boy when you would open his gifts or accept his flowers.  Even simply holding your hand or hugging you close made him giddy and a hopeless romantic.

But the boy knew how to flirt and made you feel like a puddle.

He portrayed himself as a flirt plenty of times when he was doing interviews, making appearances on shows, or talking with journalists.  But deep down, you were the only one for him. Never once did you doubt his love for him or think he would stray, Barry was am amazing boyfriend to you and he knew who to make you feel so loved and adored.  You were no actress or someone to be in the spotlight, in fact your life was a bit dull compared to his.  That never stopped Barry from wanting to be with you and enjoy this life with you. 

One of his tactics he would use on you to make you blush was biting his lip.  Of course it would work on you every time, thinking of him as beyond handsome and a breath of fresh air in your life.  He was doing it now at your anniversary dinner, in a secluded little spot away from the rest of the patrons and eating your favorite pasta.

“I like makin’ ya blush,” he confessed as he reached over to lace your fingers together on top of the table, “It’s fun to see you all flushed from it too,”

You did blush, though there was no reason to hide it since you two were pretty much in your own private room.  The ambiance of the room made it feel all the more intimate and romantic for the two of you.  Barry’s genuine smile, not the smile that he would share in front of the camera or on the movie screen, ignited across the table from you with the bow of the singular candle that was flickering in the middle of the table.

“Thank you for this, Barry,” your thanked him, gesturing to the room you both were in, “This is beyond amazing, and I don’t know what string you had to pull—“

“I don’t mind at all, luv,” He interrupted you gently, tracing your hand with his thumb as he kept his beautiful eyes on you and with a shrug of his shoulders, “Makin’ you happy makes me happy.  Especially since ya’ve put up with all of my life and what I have to do in my line of work,”

“Barry, you love being an actor, and that’s all that matters to me,” You explained, though he shook his head.

“I like doing my job, but I love you,” he responded, making you grin widely, “There’s a big difference,”

Being with Barry meant being with his chaotic schedule.  He would be gone for weeks at a month when he was promoting a movie, constantly on the phone with his publicist or agent, or even being away on a movie set for months on end.  But he would make it work all the time with you, plenty of phone calls and FaceTime calls with him made it all worthwhile.  He would text you almost every other day, wishing you goodnight and good morning which filled your heart so much.  

When he was home, he would spend all of his free time with you when he wasn’t with family.  Even taking you on vacations when he was between jobs and roles.  The more recent one was in the Maldives, a week getaway that was a fairytale for you.  

“Actually, I wanted to ask ya to come with me on my next job,” Barry explained as you took a bite from your pasta, "You remember the one I told you about?”

“ ‘Masters Of The Air’? I remember, sounds like a great job for you.  But…you want me to come?” You asked tentatively, Barry nodding rapid.

“Of course I do, Luv,” He answered, “I thinkin’ you and I goin’ and then we go on that trip to the states you and I talked about, out on the West Coast in California to see the beaches there.  I wanna see you in the sun, right next to me,” 

You simply beamed, feeling a bit more excited about the upcoming trip and being with Barry.  It was the small things like this with Barry that made you truly love him.  He treated you right not just because he was an actor, but because he held you close as his friend and girlfriend.  Barry knew you hated the limelight and being in front of the camera, to which he protected you from that kind of life,  Even with a few snags here and there and some arguments between the pair of you.  But in the end, when all was said and done, you two loved each other.  

Barry bit his lip again at you, making you roll his eyes and lightly slap his hand as he chuckled, “I’m already saying yes to you, Barry.  Stop flirting with me!”

“Never,” Barry calmly replied, to which you giggled while he leaned over to kiss you over the small lit candle.

The End

February Prompt Session

#barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader #barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan imagine #fanfiction #writing #my love

[k-wame]

OLIVER QUICK & FELIX CATTON ↳ when the wife gotta teach you respek for your parents ↳ Saltburn (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell

#power of the pussy would have you sichinyoassdown real quick when commanded dont even tryna front😭🤤💀💀 #saltburn #barry keoghan #jacob elordi #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #filmedit #perioddramaedit #lgbtedit #felix x oliver #queer #film #movie #emerald fennell #saltburn spoilers #paula quick #jeff quick #dorothy atkinson #shaun dooley #queer media #lol the way felix summoned his powers over oliver in this scene needs to be studied

[stellatekintsugi]

Barry Keoghan

#barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan imagine #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan #barry keoghan x reader

[thefallennightmare]

Broken-four

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: Even if no one is reading this, I'm still continuing it because I like to read it back.

Birds chirping melded with the sounds of soft sobs as I stood broken, eyes boring into the large hole in the ground, the two caskets being lowered down slowly. There wasn’t anyone around me, opting to let me mourn my parents' solo, and I was thankful for that because I didn’t want them to see the way my body swayed or smelled the alcohol on my breath. 

Tears welled in my eyes as the caskets fell deeper into the ground and once it was out of sight, the wall I had built to protect me from the last couple days finally shattered. My shoulders shook as the sobs washed over me, small screams of my pain echoing through the large, open area of the cemetery. 

No one made a move, unsure what to do to console me, as my entire world crumbled six feet below. My knees buckled and as I prepared myself for hitting the ground, strong arms wrapped around me to hold me up. His large hand pressed circles on my back while his soft voice cooed in my ear. 

“I got ya. It’s a’right. I’m right here.” 

I buried my face into Barry’s chest, his familiar scent lingering in my senses, and my arms wrapped around him tight. 

“They can’t be gone,” I sobbed. “I have no one left.” Barry hushed me by placing a gentle kiss on my hairline. “I’m here, grá.”

Wet eyes stared up at him when I heard the all too familiar word utter from his lips. 

Grá.

Love. 

He used to call me that all the time when we first got together, the pet name faltering from Barry’s vocabulary so long ago. He knew the way it affected me, I could see it in the way his face softened, an apology spewing from his mouth. 

“Force of habit,” he sighed. 

I looked back to the ground, still in his embrace, and the two of us watched the dirt fill up the grave. Everyone else around me had slowly begun to leave, not wanting to get in between Barry and I. 

Soon, we were the only two left and that was when Barry gently squeezed my shoulder. 

“It’s time, Y/N.” 

I shook my head, weak, unable to say anything. 

“Come on, I’ll take ya back home,” he said. 

“I don’t have a home,” I murmured, broken. 

A sorrowful sigh fell from Barry’s lips before he began leading me away from the now buried grave and towards his car, not allowing me to fight against him. To be honest, I had no energy to do that. I was beyond mentally drained and the only thing I wanted to do was crawl away underneath a blanket and sleep away the rest of the day. 

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned turning over in bed. 

The setting sun was blasting its rays through the curtains of my childhood bedroom and it felt as if my brain was being squeezed tight, the hangover from the last few days raging to life. 

I ran my hands over my face, letting out a few deep breaths to give myself a sort of pep talk to rise from bed. The growling in my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything in a while but I wasn’t sure if the sickness I felt washing over me was because of that or the previous hangover. 

The rest of the day had been a blur, the only thing I really remember was Barry bringing me back to my parents house after the funeral and I fought against him as he tried to bring me inside. 

“You’re drunk, Y/N.” 

I pushed him away, stumbling up the concrete steps. “Fuck you, Barry. I’m fine.” 

He watched me with disappointment in his eyes and I nearly tripped over my feet while walking in the house, the door slamming behind me. 

I wasn’t sure how I made it safely in bed but didn’t dwell on it for long as I rolled out of bed, my feet dragging down the short hallway. I came to a sudden halt at the sight in front of me. Barry was in the kitchen, towel tossed over his shoulder, as he was finishing up cooking a rather large meal, my favorite meal. 

His eyes fell on me, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Oh, good. You’re awake. I was about to come check on ya.” 

I pointed to the two plates on the table, surrounded by the steaming food. “What’s this?” 

“Figured you’d need something in your stomach to fight that hangover,” Barry informed. 

“You didn’t leave?” I asked, unmoving. 

Barry nodded towards the table. “Sit.” 

“I’m not hungry,” I lied. 

Then the heavens above wanted to laugh at my expense because my stomach growled, loudly, and Barry simply raised a brow at me. 

“Sit, now.” 

With a sigh, I obeyed and sat at the far end of the table and watched as he placed food on my plate and pointed to it. 

“I want ya to eat half of that at least,” Barry ordered. 

“Yes, dad,” I grumbled while stuffing my face with the food. 

Oh, how I missed his cooking. 

He was always the chef in the relationship. 

Barry sat across from me and we ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the grandfather clock ticking away from its place in the living room and our forks scraping against the plates. 

He slid over a tall glass of water to me and I didn’t bother fighting him against it, knowing that he wouldn’t allow me to have even a sip of alcohol. 

“How’s the hangover?” Barry asked while grabbing our empty plates from the table. 

I shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” 

He hummed in response then began cleaning the kitchen as my eyes trained hard on his form, seeing the way his back muscles tensed underneath his shirt brought back so many memories. Most of them being us tangled together in the sheets. 

I shifted in my seat, hoping it would scratch the itch I felt burning low in my core. 

“Barry?” My voice came out quiet, the sudden question nagging inside my head. 

“Ya?”

He didn’t bother to look away from the sink full of dishes that he had been washing. 

“Why did you stay? I’m sure you’ve got a lot going on right now,” I asked. 

His actions halted briefly and finally locked eyes with me. “If I’m being honest, Y/N, I planned on leaving after the wake but when I realized that you were drinking again I knew that I couldn’t leave ya; not yet.” 

I cracked my knuckles under the table, a nervous habit, and sighed. “I relapsed, it’s fine. I can get sober again, I’ve done it before.” 

With the last few plates washed, Barry set them to the side and dried his hands, leaning against the counter. 

“Cause I was there for ya.” 

I scoffed. “Oh, and now you are? Let's be real, Barry. You’re only here because my parents died, you said it yourself.” 

“Y/N,” he started. 

The chair scraped against the hardwood floor as I stood, not wanting to get into this fight with him. 

“I’m not dealing with this right now,” I said. 

I tried to make a break for the front door, needing some fresh air but Barry knew me all too well, knowing where exactly I had planned on going. He stopped me in my path by standing in front of me. 

“Yer not going anywhere,” he said. 

“Move,” I demanded with hard eyes. 

Barry didn’t budge. 

“I’m not going to say it again, Barry. Fucking move,” I seethed. 

He shook his head. “You’ll have to fight me. I’m not letting you go to the pubs tonight.” 

“God, you’re so infuriating!” I yelled, pushing at his hard chest.

My push did nothing to move him. 

“Why did you come back?” I pushed him again. 

“Did you come back to rub it in my face that I’ve lost everyone?” 

This push was a bit harder but did nothing against him, as he sucked in a bottom lip, body swaying a bit. 

“Are you happy to see that I’m a fucking failing after our divorce? I have no home, no parents, no husband. Nothing!” 

He sucked in a bottom lip, body swaying a bit. 

This push did make him stumble a bit but he regained his composure rather quickly. Tears had begun to fester in my eyes but I did everything I could to keep them at bay, not allowing them to spill over my cheeks. 

“Why don’t you love me anymore?!” 

My voice echoed through the small home as I gave one last push on Barry’s chest, watching him fall onto the couch behind him. Tears fell to the ground at my feet and I licked up the saltiness from my lips, sobs wrecking my body. 

Barry looked up at me with sad eyes and went to reach for my hand. 

“Y/N, please-.” 

I smacked his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me! Is this what you wanted? To completely break me? Well congratulations, you’ve succeeded. You can leave now.” 

I stormed away from him, fingers almost reaching for the bottle of vodka on the bar cart as I passed it. Once I was back in my bedroom, I let the door slam behind me, locking Barry out literally and figuratively.

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[bisexualfbiagents]

THE X FILES | Darkness Falls (1.20)

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[dandyduel]

you cannot convince me that they were not the best characters

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