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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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partners ~ oliver quick;saltburn
word count: 3242
request?: no
description: when she figures out his plan, she doesn't want to turn him in. instead, she wants to join him.
pairing: oliver quick x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two, three)
The Cattons were nice enough people, but you wouldn't say you were friends with the younger members. Your parents were friends with Sir James and Lady Elspeth, so you were often made to socialize with their kids and nephew. That was the extent of your relationship with them, though. You definitely wouldn't consider Felix, Venetia, or Farleigh to be your friends.
But when you got invited to a massive party at the Catton castle for one of Felix's friend's birthdays, how could you say no?
The night was raging on. You could hear the thumping of the music behind you as you walked away from the house. Your head was spinning from the alcohol you had been drinking, combined with the powdery substance Farleigh had offered you. You were feeling claustrophobic inside with all those bodies, so you had come outside for some air. At some point, you had seen the maze that sat behind the house, and your feet started moving towards it before your intoxicated brain could comprehend what you were doing.
You stumbled through the maze. Everything looked the same. You couldn't tell if you were going the right way or walking in circles. You couldn't even tell where the "right way" would lead you at this point.
Eventually, you came to the center of the maze. The statue of a minitour towered over you, and stood at the base of it were two people. You could make out Felix's tall frame and the angel wings of his costume shoved up against the statue. The person in front of him was back to you. You could only see short brown hair with antlers coming from his head. His hands were holding Felix's shirt and their faces were inches apart. You knew you had stumbled onto something you couldn't be seeing, but you couldn't get your body to move back the way you had come.
The unknown boy suddenly stumbled away from Felix. You backed away from the opening before Felix could notice you. You heard the other person retching and gagging before it became quiet. You weren't sure what to do. You were about to creep away when suddenly, the other person appeared.
Through the intoxicated fog in your brain, you were able to put a name to the face: it was Felix's new friend Oliver.
You both looked at each other for a moment, both looking like deer caught in headlights. Oliver almost literally with his antlers. Oliver finally broke away first, brushing past you and walking very quickly away. You stood there, wondering if Felix would be close behind, but when he didn't follow you turned and walked away.
~~~~~~
The next morning, you woke to the sound of a woman shrieking. Your body was aching and you realized it was because you had passed out in the back garden. You pushed yourself to sit up and squinted against the bright sunlight. Your head was pounding from your hangover.
Through your squinted eyelids, you noticed three bodies rushing towards the maze. The Catton servants who were cleaning the mess from the party had stopped and were watching the scene unfold. Something had happened while you were passed out. Something bad.
One of the servants approached you. You could see there was a somber look on his face as he said, "Come with me, ma'am. I'll bring a car around for you."
"What happened?" you asked.
He didn't respond. He just turned away from you, not waiting for you to follow as he walked away.
You slowly got to your feet. Your head was still pounding, but now you were more curious and concerned over what was going on. It was clear the staff wasn't going to tell you, and you didn't want to leave Saltburn without knowing what had happened. Especially if it was something that could've involved you.
You noticed a group emerging from the maze. Your brain had unfogged enough to be able to pick out who it was.
Sir James and Lady Elspeth were first. Elspeth's eyes were watery while James was looking off with a vacant look on his face. Venetia and Farleigh were following behind them. Venetia was leaning against Farleigh in hysterics, while Farleigh's sobs were a little quieter but still heartbreaking.
And trailing behind all of them was Oliver, whose face was just blank.
As if feeling your eyes on him, Oliver's head turned to face you. The two of you locked eyes and it brought forward a memory from your drug addled brain from the night before. One almost exactly like this, except it happened in the maze.
Then that made you realize there was someone missing from this group.
Felix.
All the pieces began falling together in your head. The shriek that woke you was either Elspeth or Venetia finding Felix. The staff was trying to rush you away so the family could mourn and likely so Felix's body could be taken away.
After that was figured out, your brain started putting together other pieces. The last time you had seen Felix was in the maze...with Oliver. If the family was walking away from the maze, that meant that's where his body was. Where he died.
And the last person to see Felix, to be with him when he was alive, was Oliver.
Alarms sounded in your head as you watched the group of mourners walk into the house. You finally managed to get your body to move, following everyone inside. They had all gone their separate ways by the time you walked in. They could've been anywhere in that giant house by now. It would likely take all day to find anyone. But you were determined. You started looking. You would've leave any room unchecked until you found someone.
The first open door you came across, surprisingly, proved to be a success. It was a bedroom, and sat on the floor at the foot of the bed was Oliver. His head was in his hands and his body was wracked with sobs. You would've thought he was faking it if he hadn't been in the room, alone, not expecting anyone to find him.
Before you could stop yourself, you blurted, "You did it, didn't you?"
His head snapped up to look at you. His face was red and tear stained. Was he crying because he was actually in mourning, or because he was guilty?
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
"I saw you last night," you admitted. "In the maze with Felix. You were the last person with him before he died."
"That doesn't mean I killed him."
"It doesn't, but it is suspicious."
"You're fucking crazy," he snapped. "I didn't fucking kill him. I loved him. He was my friend."
You didn't believe him. You just had this feeling dep down that Oliver had done this.
"Is that why you did it?" you asked. "Because you loved him, but he didn't love you back?"
He stood suddenly. You took a step back as he drew closer. You were playing with fire. If Oliver really had killed Felix, you probably shouldn't be pushing him. You definitely shouldn't have admitted to his face that you remembered seeing him in the maze with Felix. But you weren't afraid of him. You should've been, but you weren't. You were more curious about him than anything.
"I won't tell anyone," you heard yourself saying. "I just want to know."
This seemed to soften him. His eyes were welling up with tears again as he said, "He was going to kick me out. He wouldn't listen, wouldn't let me explain myself. I...I couldn't let him send me home. I can't go home."
You thought he meant he couldn't go home because of his parental issues that you had heard your mum and Elspeth gossiping about when you had been invited to the party. Imagine the shock you felt when Oliver told you everything; that he lied about his parents being drug addicts, his dad's death, even about the event that introduced him to Felix. It had all been a lie to get close to Felix, because he loved Felix.
At least, he had loved Felix, until he came to Saltburn. Now, he only loved Saltburn.
"He found out, and he told me to leave this morning," he said. "I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. He found out I wasn't damaged goods anymore, so he didn't want me. I got angry. I...I drugged the bottle of champagne."
He hung his head in guilt.
This poor boy, you thought to yourself. Poor, sad, crazy boy.
"So, what are you going to do now?"
He looked up at you. "What?"
"You said you didn't want to leave Saltburn. Felix was your ticket to staying, but now he's gone. So, what are you going to do to make sure you stay here?"
He looked at you for a long time, as if you had spoken to him in a foreign language and was trying to understand your words. "I can't stay. They won't let me."
"Listen, I know the Cattons fairly well. They don't do emotions. Anything bad happens, they just ignore it and pretend it didn't. It may be harder now that their son has died, but they will still try. You have to play along with that. Whatever they say or do, you just follow."
"That's not going to work for long. Once the funeral ends, they'll probably send me away. There's no reason for me to be here with Felix gone."
"Elspeth is already enamored by you. I heard the way she talked about you with my mum. With Felix gone, you're the closest she's going to have to him. I mean, Venetia is her literal daughter but she can't replace Elspeth's darling boy, and Farleigh is James' family, not hers. You just have to use that to your advantage. Be Elspeth's anchor during her grieving and she'll never want you to leave here."
He hadn't thought of that, and why would he? He didn't know the Cattons the way you did. He had all summer to study then, but you had your entire life to do so. You knew things about them that no one else did. It was about time to make use of that seemingly useless knowledge.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked. "Shouldn't you run to James and tell him I killed his son?"
That was the big question. Earlier, you were determined to tell anyone else in the family what you knew about Oliver and Felix's meeting. You hadn't meant to run into Oliver himself, it just happened that he was the first person you found. But when you did find him, and he was actually sad over Felix dying, your other objectives completely vanished from your mind. You were suddenly intrigued by Oliver's motives. You wanted to know more, to pick his brain. And now that you had, you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel sympathy for him.
Your family was wealthy, but they weren't Catton levels of wealthy. You had a big house, went to private school as a kid and then went to a prestigious college once you graduated, all paid for by your parents. But your life wasn't as extravagant as the Cattons were. They had a castle for God's sake! There were long standing rumors about best selling novels and hit songs being written about them. You may not have been friends with the Cattons yourself, but you did enjoy getting the small tastes of their life that you got every time you were invited to their place. You couldn't imagine how much Oliver, who wasn't actually poor or from a bad family but also certainly was not to your or the Catton's level of wealth, was enjoying the taste he got over the summer, and how hard it was going to be for him to be sent back to his regular life.
"You intrigue me," you finally said. "You're very...complex. And, truthfully, I don't blame you for not wanting to leave Saltburn. I'd give anything to own this place."
"Maybe...maybe we can work together," Oliver suggested. "You know a lot more than I do, so I'd really appreciate your help in staying here."
"What will you give me for helping you?"
"What can I give you?"
You thought for a moment. In the literal sense, there wasn't much Oliver could give you for helping him. But, in the figurative sense...
You looked at him again. He was watching you, waiting for an answer. Instead, you leaned towards him and kissed him. It was quick, a peck on the lips just to test the waters. You pulled away just as quickly as your lips had touched his, and watched his face for a reaction.
It took him a moment to process what had happened, and when he did, a small smile tugged at his lips. "Just one?"
You couldn't help but smile back at him. "One for every way I help you stay at Saltburn."
"Well, in that case, you've already given me two pieces of advice."
You giggled as you both leaned in to kiss again.
~~~~~~
15 Years Later
You had just entered your and Oliver's apartment, newspaper in hand. You nudged the door closed with your hip as you flicked through the pages. It didn't take you long to find the page you were looking for: the obituaries.
There were a number of them, but they were all overshadowed by the biggest one, both figuratively and literally since it was taking up half the page.
"Lady Elspeth Catton passes away from her sudden illness. She leaves no family after the tragic deaths of her children, Felix and Venetia Catton, and the recent passing of her husband, Sir James Catton. She instead leaves her possessions, including the Catton estate of Saltburn, to her beneficiary, Oliver Quick."
Just as you finished reading the page, your cellphone rang. You pulled it from your pocket and smiled at Oliver's contact photo.
"I've just finished reading the news," you said as you answered the phone. "Poor Elspeth. Finally out of her misery, at least."
"She had a long battle," Oliver agreed. "Took her fuckin' ages to go."
"But it seems she chose a beneficiary for the estate. Some prat named Oliver Quick."
Oliver chuckled. "Get your ass to Saltburn. I've missed you too much."
"I'll be right there."
After Felix's death, you had helped Oliver to stay in Saltburn as long as possible. He had come up with getting rid of Farleigh and Venetia on his own, but you continued to feed him ways to stay in Elspeth's good graces for as long as he could. Eventually, however, Sir James had had enough of Oliver's presence and went as far as to bribe Oliver to leave.
During all that time plotting together, you two had started a relationship. Once James had kicked Oliver out of Saltburn, you had convinced your parents to let him stay with you until you both graduated from college and were ready to be out on your own. It wasn't the Catton castle by any means, but it was still better than going home to his small suburban life.
Many years had passed, but Oliver never forgot Saltburn. He reminisced on those months constantly. You were both hoping to sneak him back in with you if James or Elspeth had ever invited your family over, but it seemed James had an inkling to your plan, as the moment he found out you two had been dating he stopped inviting you specifically over. Your remembered your own father's outrage when James had invited them for dinner one evening, "But your daughter and that boy of hers are not invited."
When you both found out that Sir James had passed, it was like no time had passed at all. Even with a 15 year wrench in your plans, the two of you immediately went back to plotting. Oliver found out where Elspeth had been staying and arranged to "coincidentally" bump into her one day. As to be expected, Elspeth invited Oliver back to Saltburn with her. You stayed in your apartment and continued with your own work, getting occasional calls and texts from Oliver to keep you updated. It didn't take long for Elspeth to suddenly fall mysteriously ill, and when she had, you found yourself watching the papers every day to hear if she had finally passed.
Now that she had, Oliver finally owned Saltburn, and you could finally be with him in the place that you had both dreamed of for so long.
You took a cab to the castle that you had not seen in over a decade. You still couldn't help but marvel at how grand it was, how it hadn't changed a day since the last time you were there.
Oliver was waiting at the steps for you. You went to pay the cab driver, but Oliver stopped you to do it instead.
"No way my lady is paying such a ridiculous cab fare," he said. "Especially not when I've come into a large sum of money recently."
He all but pulled you from the cab and wrapped his arms around you. He kissed you deeply and passionately. If there wasn't the cab driver and one of the estate's butlers watching you, you were sure he would've taken your clothes off and had his way with you right there.
"Welcome home, love," he said against your lips.
He brought you into the house, telling the butler to bring your bags in as you passed him. It wasn't anything new inside, but you still couldn't help but take in the house. It had been so long, and yet you were still entranced by the magic of the house.
"It hasn't changed," you breathed.
"Not yet, anyways. We can fix that, if you want," Oliver said and placed a kiss on your cheek.
"I don't know. It's so old, it's almost like living in a museum. I would hate to ruin any of this history."
He was smiling at you. You couldn't help but smile back. After all these years, it was finally yours.
"You know," Oliver said, stopping in one of the many sitting rooms, "when we started this, we had a deal. You helped me, and in exchange I would give you something."
You giggled at the memory. "I think you already gave me a pretty heated exchange for this one."
"That wasn't the exchange, that was just an 'I missed you' kiss," he said. Your eyes followed him down as he got to one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. "This is the real exchange."
Your eyes began to water as you looked at the beautiful diamond Oliver was holding out to you.
"Will you marry me?" he asked.
A laugh escaped your lips, but through your tears of happiness it came out more like a sob. "It took you long enough to ask."
Oliver laughed as well. "But is that a yes?"
"Of course it's a yes, you idiot."
He stood and took you into his arms again. This time, he kissed you with so much more passion than before that you felt like your head was going to explode.
Finally, the two of you were getting the lives that you always wanted.
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Caught in the Act
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warnings: choking, biting, violent sex, degradation, anal, more cum eating, dom!felix, oliver being a little fucking weirdo
summary: Felix catches Oliver in the bathtub and has some complicated feelings about it…
minors dni!
Oliver rests his forehead against the damp porcelain of the tub, pausing as the last of the cloudy water circles down the drain. His heart hammers in his chest as closes his eyes and relaxes for a moment.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Oliver snaps his head up instantly, sending droplets of water flying from his wet hair. Felix gapes at him from the doorway of the bathroom, his silken pajama pants slung low around his waist. Felix strides towards the tub until he is nearly nose to nose with Oliver.
“Oliver, what the fuck are you doing!” Felix yells, sending Oliver cringing away as he hits his back on the tub’s edge.
“I, uh, um I was…” Oliver babbles, trying to summon a logical response.
“I heard you,” Felix points his finger accusingly in Oliver’s face, nearly shaking. “I heard…noises. Were you drinking it?” He scoffs as he says it, incredulity sneaking into his voice. He takes a step back and starts to pace around the small bathroom.
“No, I swear, it’s not- “
“I mean I knew you were obsessed, don’t get me wrong,” Felix starts, circling the bathtub. “But this is a new low, even for you.”
Oliver opens and closes his mouth helplessly. What could he even say. His stomach drops at the prospect of Felix hating him. Reviling him. The thought alone – no. He wouldn’t bear it. Couldn’t. His head drops into his unsteady hands. He can still taste the water in his mouth, feel it drip down his back. His water. He peeks through his fingers as he dares to look at Felix.
“You’re a freak,” Felix spits as he creeps nearer the tub. “A fucking degenerate.”
Oliver’s breath catches in his throat as he looks into Felix’s eyes. He lowers his hands as he sees something unfamiliar lingering under the surface. Something deeper than anger. Felix carefully lowers himself to eye-level with Oliver. His blown-out pupils bore into Oliver’s.
“So tell me,” Felix huffs as he grabs Oliver’s chin, “why shouldn’t I kick your arse out right here, right now?” Felix is close, so close that Oliver can smell the cognac and cigarettes on his warm breath. It takes everything in him not to melt into his touch, not to kiss his perfect lips right now.
“Because you want me just as bad,” Oliver breathes. “Why else did you come back into this bathroom if you knew what I was doing?” He shifts forward slightly, brushing his nose to Felix’s cheek.
Felix releases his face and stands up abruptly, turning his back to him. His chest rises and falls erratically, his pulse thrumming under his tanned skin. When he finally turns back to face Oliver, he moves faster than Oliver has ever seen. He kneels to the ground and grabs Oliver by the hair, jerking his head back.
“Why you? You’re a fucking nobody Oliver!” He’s so close Oliver can feel his lips move against his ear. “Why do I still want you so badly?” His grip on Oliver’s hair loosens, allowing Oliver to peek into his lust-filled eyes. Felix wastes no time, pulling Oliver into a bruising kiss. It feels more like a fight than a kiss, all punishing force, and flashing teeth. Oliver presses himself closer, leaning over the edge of the tub and holding him tight. Felix finds purchase on Oliver’s damp shirt, twisting his large hands into the wet fabric. Oliver trails sloppy kisses down Felix’s jaw, biting the tender spot where the bone gives way to soft flesh. He can feel Felix’s moan reverberate through his neck, spurring him on. He kisses and bites him relentlessly, as Felix grips his hair tightly.
Felix eventually pulls back, cheeks flushed and hair askew. He looks down at Oliver with half-lidded eyes. “What, are you just gonna sit in the tub the whole time? Get the fuck out and on the ground.”
Oliver stares back for a moment, before swinging a leg out of the tub and stepping out. He looks down at Felix, who only tilts his head towards an empty space on the floor. He walks over and sits on the ground, pulling his shirt over his head. Felix grabs his pants and yanks them down, pulling them straight off and throwing them off into the corner. Felix crawls over to Oliver and straddles him, pressing him flat to the ground.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Felix purrs, “this is what you wanted, right?” Felix wraps his hand around Olivers throat, pressing hard as a strangled gasp escapes. Oliver can only look with wide eyes as Felix yanks his pajama pants and boxers down to free his erect dick. He tightens his grip on Oliver as he leans in closer.
“Don’t be shy now,” his hot breath tickles Oliver’s face as he continues, “we’re just getting started.” Felix releases Oliver’s throat and reaches to pull down his underwear, but Oliver stops him.
“I can handle it,” he says, lifting his hips slightly and pulling his underwear down.
“On your stomach,” Felix orders lowly, leaning back on his heels to give him some room.
Oliver does as told, flipping to lie belly down on the cold tile of the floor. He rests his cheek on the ground, half-terrified and half-buzzing with anticipation. He feels Felix’s hand move down his back, stopping to knead his ass. Felix moves languidly, taking his time to squeeze the meat of his ass before landing a stinging smack on it. He delves deeper, trying his index finger around the tight ring of his asshole before forcing it in. Oliver inhales sharply, the intrusion burning before melting to pleasure. Felix adds another, pushing in his middle finger to stretch him out more. Oliver presses his face to the ground, a low moan slipping out.
Felix withdraws his fingers. He spits into his hand and strokes his length for a moment. Oliver lifts his hips and draws his knees in closer to him, bracing. Felix spreads Oliver’s ass and plunges into him in one go. Oliver shouts, feeling shooting pain as his hole struggles to accept Felix’s considerable size. Tears prick the corner of his eyes as Felix moans.
“Fuck,” he groans breathily, snapping his hips as the feeling overtakes him. “Didn’t know a dirty bastard like you would feel like this.”
Oliver feels pleasure through the radiating pain of it, exhaling as Felix hits something deep in him.
“I bet you like this, being fucked like an animal on the ground, right?” Felix’s words come out choppy and clipped as he thrusts violently, pounding Oliver’s pelvis into the hard ground. “Say it, say you like being fucked like an animal.”
Oliver can hardly speak, overwhelmed by the waves of torment and ecstasy washing over him. “I-I- love when you f-fuck me like an animal,” he splutters, struggling to even form a coherent thought.
Felix laughs as he speeds up to a relentless pace, the sound of flesh clapping echoing off the bathroom walls. He reaches down to Oliver’s throat and squeezes, hoping he leaves deep purple bruises for Venetia to gawk at during breakfast tomorrow. Let her see it and wonder. Let her see it and be jealous, he thinks, cock twitching at the thought. Felix throws his head back and moans loudly, not caring if he wakes the whole damn house up.
Oliver can feel the world around him fading slightly as black spots cloud his vision, heightening the pleasure burning deep in him. He feels Felix loosen up, gasping as air rushes back into his lungs. He lets out a hoarse and broken moan.
Felix releases his grip from Oliver’s throat and moves his hands up to press Oliver’s head onto the tile. His thrusts speed up and become erratic, slapping loudly as he knots his fingers in Oliver’s hair and pushes down hard, sending pain radiating through Oliver’s face.
“Fucking hell,” he moans through gritted teeth. He keeps pounding, eliciting guttural moans from Oliver below. Suddenly, he pulls out and leans back, releasing his grip on Oliver’s head.
“Look at me,” Felix orders, stroking his dick and raising himself up. “Might as well get it straight from the source, you fucking pervert,” he sneers as Oliver turns onto his back. Fucking his fist, Felix huffs in satisfaction. “Open wide,” he taunts as he nears his peak. “Fuck!” He cries out as hot ropes of cum spray onto Oliver’s face and into his open mouth.
Felix sits back to the side of Oliver, panting with exertion. “You better not waste a fucking drop,” he says as he watches him intently.
Oliver swallows the salty load in his mouth and uses his hand to move the rest in, mind well and truly fucked blank. He had not anticipated that his months of yearning would lead to anything, much less this. He can only sit back and do as he was told, all plans of revenge or comeuppance momentarily silenced.
Felix rises and gathers his pajamas pants and wipes off his dick, straightening up as he heads for the door. “Goodnight Oliver,” he pauses under the doorframe for a moment, looking back at Oliver on the ground, “and sleep tight.”
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Please someone, take Barry Keoghan's phone.
SALTBURN is out on Prime and the main takeaway that people are seemingly taking from it is that Jacob Elordi is too damn tall.
Emerald Fennell speaks to Esquire UK about the film's final act and gives her fantasy alternate ending.
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Nice thought, but it would have robbed me of the absolute beautiful pain of Oliver gaining wealth but ultimately not having what he wanted.
This fcking guy.
Felix, you were weak in the knees! Should have stood up!
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All Shook Up
Summary - Druig takes care of you after hours.
Warnings - SMUT WARNING! NO MINORS ALLOWED!
A/N - I got inspiration for his one shot from the GORGEOUS photoshoot Barry Keoghan did with Bumble for Valentines Day's. With him in front of the Pool Table... ;)
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“Fuck…FUCK Druig!”
“That’s the idea, darlin’.”
You opened your eyes seeing the lights shining down above you as hands were griping your hips so deliciously and possessively, your mind was in a pleasurable fog while your back was rubbing against the material below you. Your thighs, though spread with no abandon, were starting to burn while you were covered from head to toe with sweat. All you were feeling and sensing was red-hot heat, insane pleasure from the top of your head to your toes, and an insane high from Druig making love to you.
No, he wasn’t making love to you. He was downright devouring you.
This was his idea, you had no idea you would end up literally on your back on top of a pool table with Druig drilling his cock into you at a steady rhythm. He wanted you to come out to his pub and poll hall that night, you two haven’t been able to spend some time together as a couple since you both were busy. Your workload and a full-time job were making you mostly unavailable for a date night or a late-night hang out with Druig, just as Druig running his pub kept him away for several hours on end.
But finally, you had time to hang out with Druig after closing time, you were able to catch up with your mutual friends Makkari and Kingo. The pub was pretty busy, Druig being a hands-on owner, and was all over the place. You loved watching him at work, seeing him reload new kegs when they were out, checking in on his wait staff when they looked swamped, and even waiting on dirty tables You knew he was a devoted owner of the pub ever since he inherited it from his old boss and mother figure Ajak, doubling the profits and popularity in no time. He moved into the apartment that was on the second floor, right on top of the pub with a massive view of the city below. It was the best setup for him, and for you when he asked you to stay over for the night or for the weekend.
He asked you to stay after hours when he locked the doors and lowered the blinds, and before you knew it, with a few glasses of wine and using some of his weed, the night led you two to this predicament.
“Jesus, you look amazin’, sprawled on his table for me,” Druig growled as he thrust hard, you moaning loudly and reached for his spare hand for him to lace together near your head. His other hand was cradling your neck, his body hunched over yours as he had you along the edge of the pool table. It started with making out, Druig perching you on top of the Pool Table with ease as his kisses along your lips were making you dizzy.
Something about Druig and his way to draw you in, to make you feel so loved and safe, you would fall under his spell every time. He loved you and cared for you, showed you respect to the tenth degree, setting the bar far too high for any other guy to come around.
After shotgunning the smoke from his parted lips and feeling his tongue dance against yours, you were falling for him all over again. His hands were all over your body, pushing up the summer dress you were wearing to be bunched around your hips, and his thumbs then hooking along your panties to let them drop to the floor. Before you knew what was happening, he was kneeling between your legs and making you shake in pleasure with both his lips and fingers inside your aching pussy.
It was almost like liquid fire along your skin, your fingers digging in his brown hair as your other hand was holding hard to the wood of the pool table. It was almost like an erotic scene to be certain, to hear and feel Druig moan against your cunt as he was picking along your folds before flicking his tongue right up against your clit to make you scream. You were feeling the adrenaline from both the wine and the weed, but both were nothing compared to the pure lust that was in your veins as you were trying to stifle your moans by biting your lower lip.
Druig must have heard it, pausing his movement and looking up at you as you were shaking from the insane pleasure. You watched with glossed-over eyes, Druig on his knees with his eyes on yours whilst his head was still perched between your quivering thighs. You saw the moisture painted on his lips and chin, you mewling from the sight as Druig sunk two fingers into your pussy as he smiled wide.
“Don’t be quiet on me darlin’. I want ya nice and loud for me,” He commanded, his fingers curling as you fell back in a heap.
After cumming from his tongue and fingers, Druig then had you bent over the side of the pool table, chest against the green material as he sunk his cock in from behind and took you then and there. It would have sounded almost guttural from anyone else passing by, even that late in the night since the only sounds that were heard were the balls rolling around on top of the table and the slapping of skin. Druig kept his hands everywhere on your skin, your sundress still on but barely as he was kneeling your breasts under the dress and sinking his fingers into your hair while his hips were constantly rolling over and over.
You felt that tightness all over again, from this new angle and how his cock was so snug within your inner walls and hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you. Druig always knew the best way to make you feel all the pleasure in the world when you two were in bed together, especially the first time he sunk into you. Something in the way he fucked you, both in intensity and yet with gentleness as he watched you come undone under him. He was entranced by the sight of you orgasming on his cock, calling out his name in such a way it was almost like a religious experience.
This night was no different as he reached around to flick his finger against your clit, rotating it twice before you came so hard you were dragging your nails along the green cloth. He hunched over you, holding you close while you experienced the aftershocks from your climax before he gave you a filthy kiss along your neck.
“How close are ya? Tell me, sweetheart,” Druig commanded with a grunt as he was fucking you a bit faster now, seeing you shaking and biting your lip as sure signs of you about to reach the peak. You look up at him, smiling in lust and bliss at the sight of Druig above you. His eyes drilling into yours as his brown hair was plastered to his face, the open blue shirt he wore that night for work still on but now stuck against his chest and back from the sweat, he looked gorgeous to you. With his muscles along his arm and chest and the distinct v-line from his hips, you were under his spell with no sign of snapping out of it as he was staring at you like you were prey that he wanted to devour.
You must have looked like a mess, your summer dress now on the floor and being bare naked on top of one of his pool tables. He loved seeing this side of you, not wound up tight like you usually were because of your job. Druig always made it his mission to make your walls come down when he was with you, whether it was with back massages or sending you to the spa that his friend Sersi ran, seeing you relaxed and at ease made his heart happy.
But his favorite way of releasing your tension was fucking your brains out.
“F-Fuck, I…I’m so c-close!” You moaned as Druig kept thrusting, going a bit harder now while he watched your eyes roll back in ecstasy while the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot deep inside of you. He leaned down, the new angle made you both moan sinfully as he wrapped his hand behind your neck to have you sit up. You were so close to falling over in a blissful orgasm that you knew would shake up your world, you just needed a bit more of a push as Druig pulled you to be chest to chest with him. You clung to his back, pressing your head into his as he bottomed out completely into yours. At this point he was now grinding into you, the sheer force of his strength behind every push into you almost made the pool table shift and squeak, yet neither of you cared.
“Cum on baby…cum on my cock. I wanna feel it, every single ounce of it as you cum and drench my cock,” He growled against your neck as he was grinding over and over. You tried to speak, but all you could do was moan as the peak was so close, literally on the tip top of your spine and about to crash over your head. Druig felt it too, how your pussy fluttered around his cock that was throbbing and aching to unload deep inside of you. He just needed to tip you over the edge and knew precisely how to do it. Your neck was so sensitive and so responsive, that he placed his lips over your neck right where your pulse point was.
He bit down very lightly, you screaming as you finally orgasmed and clung onto him.
It triggered his own orgasm too, emptying himself inside of you like a heartbeat and not slowing down or stopping. You both were plastered to one another, coming down from your highs as the loud moaning was turning into whimpers and hums. Druig kissed your skin wherever he could, still holding you tight as his hips were slightly moving again and again and still emptying himself inside of you until he felt himself spent. Even Druig was shaking while his heart was beating rapidly against his chest, pulled away slightly to stare at you, and smiled in bliss.
There you were, coming down from your orgasm and yet still looking beautiful and almost heavenly in his arms as you were open and bare to him. He loved the way you looked and felt beautiful in your own skin, for as long as he knew and loved you Druig loved the confidence you had and he wished he had it himself. And you were sagged against him, Druig was rubbing his hands along your skin and kissing your cheeks as you lazily smiled, both in satisfaction and in exhaustion.
“Jesus Druig, I can’t even…I can’t walk,” You hummed, out of breath as Druig duly chuckled. You looked over your shoulder at the scratch marks you made on the green cloth, grimacing a bit, “I’m sorry about your table.”
“You kiddin’ me? It’s sexy as hell!” Druig reassured you, making you laugh as he kissed you sweetly and pulled out of your carefully. You shook from the feeling of being empty, though Druig never released you from his arms as he spoke again against your jaw, “I’ve hated this pool table anyways. I can call to get a new one tomorrow. Come on, I wanna take care of ya in the shower,”
You squealed and laughed as he lifted you in his arms bridal style, both of you still naked with no shame as he strolled over to the backdoor that led to a pair of stairs that then led to his small and cramped apartment.
The End.
Fic based on this masterpiece of a photo :
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and other things that happened by the red staircase
{ One-Shot for head, heart, hand. }
Summary: Like with all events at Saltburn, you take great care to learn all you can about the guests for the upcoming Catton Family Reunion, to make sure you can make a good impression. You and Venetia, however, discover that Felix may be making too good of an impression on his recently un-estranged cousin.
Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.
Warnings: felix fingering(/possibly going down on) his cousin but its not super explicit, reader having a social anxiety regarding the social event, venetia being kind of a nasty little perv i love her
A/N: 3841 words. this was meant to just be a little something about venetia and reader teasing felix after finding out he accidentally fingered his cousin, something i could write on my phone before bed. which i did but i didn't stop writing for 4 hours and it became too long for just an answer. also because there's a bunch of catton family lore ive invented and put it all in here.
also before any discourse arises, there's a character briefly mentioned here, Marv, who is an old butch lesbian who uses he/him pronouns. he is not trans, but chooses to use he/him, look into queer history if this bugs you, or go outside and off of my blog. you're reading the writing of an agender it/its lesbian, my blog is not a place for queer discourse, it's a place for being freaks about Jacob Elordi and Barry Keoghan.
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It's been a particularly stressful event for you; so much of Felix's family is in attendance and you're desperate to impress them. It had been called a reunion, but nothing at Saltburn was ever so simple, nor so informal. As always you've prepared ahead of time; Duncan and Elspeth, as they always did, walked you briefly through the guest list, however unlike usual, instead of leaving you alone with the detailed dossier of guests, Elspeth herself had sat with you in one of the numerous studies - the lilac one - and gone through in meticulous detail. The family friends they refer to as cousins, the family they refuse to acknowledge beyond a handshake - and why. All the Catton branches and the gossip that haunts each. Things like how it's the first event in ten years that Sir James' estranged, illegitimate half-sister and her family were invited to. She's laughing, and you act like your nerves aren't on fire, like there isn't bile rising in your throat out of fear of the faux pars you could see on the horizon.
"Oh they're going to love you, darling," she assures. The minute she leaves you start nervous crying over the dossier, which quickly becomes an anxiety attack. It's been a very long time, especially since they'd kindly set up this system to alleviate your known anxieties, that you'd been this afraid of a dinner.
None of them can know.
You're almost eighteen, you're meant to be well past this, meant to have learned to cope with it by now.
On the night of the event, Farleigh's the only one looking as queasy as you feel - the family's pitying looks and grating questions have him going for a smoke break almost every five minutes. Still, Venetia's never without a drink in hand despite her mother's disapproving looks, and Felix is nowhere to be seen. At least at this family affair there's a number of people your own age. Many related, but many not - more friends of the family, or illegitimate offspring. Still, you don't want to put your preparations to waste, want to make a good impression.
There's mean laughter from by the fireplace as you find yourself in conversation with Sir James and his second cousin Barty, praising the man for his recent and lucrative foray into financially supporting broadcast television. James gives you and incredibly surprised and approving look, while Barty lights up with delight, claiming that there was hope for the young after all it seemed. Casting a glance to the fireplace, you see a few mean looking teens all watching you with sneers.
Barty asks how you found yourself here, and James pats you on the back before you can answer, claiming you as one of the wards of Saltburn; a good influence on his dear son, Felix. Pride flares in your chest. But you can still hear the teens call you a freak.
Its taking everything in you to not try and find sanctuary in the company of Felix, Venetia, or Farleigh. Its incredibly tempting, considering the abundance of desperate eye contact you and Farleigh especially are sharing, but you worry that if you don't keep face, don't put your information to use, don't remain visible to everyone in the room who you've convinced yourself are even tangibly related to Felix and his immediate family, every single one of them will hate you.
One day you will reckon with how profoundly your upbringing effected the expectations you place on yourself. Today is not that day. So you smile at Mildred Catton - by marriage, second cousin, young widow and now spinster. Well, she has a girlfriend, judging by the way Elspeth had spoken about her roommate of twenty-five years, and she has a kind and knowing smile as she compliments you - so beautiful, what a handsome young thing you are, oh you do remind me of Marv like this, back when we first met, of that's cute, you'd love him. Marv is short for Marvel Elizabeth, the butch woman who lives with Mildred and runs a bike shop and who you'd spent probably too much time looking at in the dossier, his arm around Mildred in her photo, both of them smiling so wide.
You kind of wish he was here. When you share the sentiment, Mildred looks a little crestfallen; you get the impression that not a lot of the Cattons share your feeling.
Still, talking to Mildred helps ease your nerves considerably. At least until you realise that it's been quite some time since you'd seen Felix.
You don't need him at all times... Don't need to know his whereabouts at every second of every day... But you've found yourself trapped in a conversation with a gaggle of the newer, younger, shinier wives of Felix's various uncles-something-times-removed, and one hadn't been updated in the dossier and you greeted her as the wife she'd replaced. So now you're mortified, like a deer in the headlights as they're all judging you, and you know you're on the verge of panicking or throwing up -
"Need to steal our lovely Y/N for a moment," Venetia, your saviour. She slips an arm in yours and doesn't wait for an answer.
"Venetia, dear -" Christie, owner of a failing fragrance business that she desperately doesn't want people to know is failing, but that her husband had drunkenly, forlornly confessed about to Sir James, barely get two truly disdainful words in before Venetia brightly throws over her shoulder -
"Love your dress, matches your roots, talk later Auntie Chris," and you can only imagine the flustered fury on Christie's face as the other women try not to compare the dark dress to the woman's dark roots peeking through her blonde hair. You, however, are gone speechless in your nauseous panic, and press yourself to Venetia's side as she pulls you through the crowd, "you looked about ready to kill yourself like one of those dishonoured samurai," she says quietly but casually.
"Yeah, that was the rough plan," you managed to joke weakly. Your heart was racing; you hated being like this. It takes you a moment to properly focus back in on the moment, and realise Venetia was dragging you along with considerable purpose, "are you okay?"
"I need your robot brain to help me decide if something's funny or just gross."
"My robot brain?"
"You know everyone here because - and I say this with love - you're a freak about these things-"
"Didn't know Iona," you muttered, once again horrified, gaze going glassy as all you can think about is how you called her Misha. Her husband had a type; models from northern countries and very little sense of humour, it seemed. Venetia snapped her fingers in your face, frowning, keeping your mind from wandering too far.
"They got married a month ago, you probably won't even see her again," she rolled her eyes, taking you by the shoulders, leading you from the main entertaining area towards the main parlous, "but the point is, I know we refer to everyone as Aunt or Uncle or Cousin or whatever, but I'm not even actually at all related to like half of them," Venetia pauses, looking at you very seriously, "but you know the difference, right? Like if I pointed to someone, you'd know how exactly they're here?"
"Uh, yeah, of course," it's who you were, it's what you did, "don't you?"
"Not," she visibly hesitates, gaze shifting to look around the room, "not really," she admits, they're all just, you know, family. There's always been too many to bother with the how or why of any of them, unless mum or dad felt it was important for me and Felix to keep in mind specifically," but after a beat she met your gaze with a wolfish grin, "or if it was particularly scandalous." Okay, you think you're starting to get her intentions.
"So who are you wondering about and why?"
The way Venetia was smiling could not possibly mean anything good.
"So," Venetia took you by the shoulders and steered you through the grand foyer towards the stairs, as if on her way to yours or Felix's room. Her voice had gotten quieter, conspiratorial, "I've been watching this unfold all night," she explains gleefully, "and I did think it was rather bold to be looking to get someone in bed at a family reunion, though I supposed that there is a good chance that they're not even related; as we've discussed, family is a rather loose, fond title for many of them here tonight," she's choosing her words incredibly carefully, skirting around her point for dramatic effect, "and," she stops in the doorway by the red staircase; you think you can hear faint moaning not too far away. Venetia's voice is a whisper, "I wanted to give the benefit of the doubt, considering I'm pretty sure I've actually never seen this girl in my life, so I can't say who she belongs to here."
Around the corner there's an attempt at a shushing that sounds more masculine, judging by the whisper of laughter that accompanies it, and a young woman's giggled apology, followed by a breathy gasp, and the faint sound of wood scraping against the marble floor. You and Venetia peer around the corner like the Hardy boys, you ducking down and her leaning over you.
The girl in question is leaning back against the antique, wooden end table at the end of the short hall, head throw back, chest heaving with wanton breathes. Wearing a flowing, green dress that looked almost like silk, but was clearly rayon when you had seen her up close earlier, you knew immediately who she was. More importantly, you were surprised to see someone in a suit on their knees in front of her, beneath her dress.
Alyssa Morelli has seemed absolutely out of her mind with boredom and disdain for this entire affair in the brief few moments you'd spent with her. Like you she was seventeen, and was the eldest daughter of Sir James' estranged half sister. Having barely any information about her, and also trying to focus on not losing your cool regarding that fact, it had made conversation, at least for you, incredibly difficult.
She hated the wine, hated her mother for dragging her along, hated the way rich people talked about nothing, and thought everything about Saltburn, the Cattons, and the entire night was a frivolous display of meaningless excess and wealth. Rich people are such freaks, she'd told you, with a look that clearly said that includes you, and she's finished another glass of champagne with one large gulp and a shudder. For a long moment you'd looked at her - perhaps you could have been a little less unnerving about it, but she'd caught you off guard - as you tried to think of something to say.
"I think you'd thrive at university," you blurt out. She gives you a look like you were some kind of unpleasant bug, having the audacity to continue speaking to her. One of the staff passes with a tray of more champagne, and you pluck two glasses off, handing one to her as you continued, "however I would be fascinated to hear your thoughts on the way our classicist society prioritises and celebrates formal tertiary education" you let your gaze roam, holding your glass in both hands with the tips of your fingers, a dead giveaway of your nerves without you even realising, but for some reason she's still letting you talk, "and the idea of the pursuit of knowledge without that being a financially sustainable life choice anymore if you do it the wrong way. Why celebrate scientists when we just disregard modern philosophers?" You take a sip of your champagne and try and tell yourself to shut up, "I know the answer's 'because you can't profit off of philosophers as easily as you can scientists', but it just kind of sucks, don't you think?"
A long, uncomfortable silence follows.
"I swear at least Felix, Farleigh, and Venetia aren't freaks," you blurted out. Alyssa's shoulders relaxed just a little. At least you were self aware.
"Who?" Its... less hostile. You point out Felix and Farleigh headed out for a cigarette with a few others around your age, and Alyssa sighs, rolling her eyes. She's still clearly got Catton blood in her, her eyes and nose even remind you of Venetia. Still, she headed towards the side door; even her walk seemed to ooze contempt for the night.
Now, watching her, moonlight peaking down the stairs to catch the way she's beginning to glow with sweat, white-knuckled grip on the dark wood and her once perfectly straight, dark hair turning curly with moisture around her face and by her shoulders, you're actually a little glad to see it. At least she seemed to have found one person not entirely unbearable.
You knew all too well how overwhelming and isolating these events could be. As much as you felt you could relate, you couldn't really understand what she'd be going through, her first time at an event like this, feeling that there's people in the room who truly think you and your family outright don't belong. She should take her fun where she can get it, you think.
Shoving Venetia back to give the couple their privacy, you push her back into the parlour.
"Who is that?" Venetia demanded in a whisper, eyes bright. You sigh, shaking your head.
"Alyssa, she hasn't been to something like this before, just let her have her fun," after a beat, you step in a little closer, hands finding Venetia's hips as you attempted to distract her, "you know we could -"
"Alyssa who?" It hasn't worked. Venetia takes your hands, "this is important." There's something that goes beyond mischief in her eyes.
"Morelli," but she makes a face like that's not enough, "Aunt June's daughter." Venetia frowned.
"Aunt June's daughter married one of those Dubai millionaires five years ago and hasn't sent her a single pound or even a message since."
"That's your Great Aunt June- Juniper," you clarified without missing a beat, "she's not even related to any of you; your mum doesn't know who she was initially tied to in the family." Venetia takes a few moments to give you a look of faint, disbelieving awe. Clearing your throat, you looked back over your shoulder as the suggestive noises around the corner were growing louder, "Estranged Aunt June."
Venetia's eyes lit up with what could only be described as malevolent glee.
"So she's my cousin."
"Yes."
"Actually? Blood and all? Not just one of my uncles' weird friends who's been hanging around for decades so now we have to call them family?"
"I'm beginning to get afraid of your intentions, Ven," despite your wary smile, you weren't really joking. Venetia completely disregards this, however, holding your shoulders so tightly it begins to hurt.
"That girl," she points sharply, the kind of intensity in her eyes that absolutely means trouble, "just around the corner, moaning like a whore, getting fingered, tongued, whatever -" she wets her lips in some kind of anticipation, "is my actual, blood related cousin? And you're entirely sure of that?"
Taking a deep breath, unsure of what the repercussions of this all will be, you slowly nod.
"Yes..."
Venetia steps back, has to clap her hands over her mouth to muffle her positively gleeful laughter. For some unexpected reason, this piece of information seems to be some of the best news she's ever received in her life. It almost brings her to tears. After she calms down, you think you hear her mutter something along the lines of I'm never letting him live this down as she fans herself, attempting to calm herself.
"Ven, are you okay?" Still utterly confused about what any of this means, you can't help the concern you feel. Venetia's nodding, fighting back aftershocks of giggles, gazing often at the doorway.
"Yes, I- you're wonderful, thank you for helping me with that-" overcome by another, brief fit of giggles, it takes her a moment to compose herself, "I love you and your robot brain so very dearly -"
"Oh my god~" from around the corner, and another, louder shush. Venetia buries her face in her hands, echoing oh my god as she chokes on laughter once more. When she resurfaces, face bright red with amusement, you take her hand and try to insist that you should give them privacy.
"Yes, of course," Venetia agrees, suddenly trying to appear as serious as she's able, "I just have one other favour to ask you."
"What?" You ask flatly, unsurprisingly wary, watching her struggle not to grin.
"Could you tell my brother?"
The question hangs in the air for a long, confusing moment.
"Tell him what?"
"That Alyssa's our cousin."
"Sure...?" you frowned a little, peering over her shoulders, "I don't know where he is though, I haven't seen him in a while." Venetia smiles like the Cheshire Cat.
Oh... no... she isn't implying -? But Alyssa's timing is unfortunately perfect.
"Oh my god, Felix~"
Your mouth drops open in shock upon hearing that.
"Oh my God," you groaned, pained by the realisation as your face scrunched up with sudden understanding and disappointment, "Felix."
Venetia is absolutely right, he's never living this down.
"You had me prattling on for fucking ages about nothing, just letting them go at it all the while? You could have just asked!" You hissed, already mortified on his behalf.
"You're letting them go at it now!" She crowed quietly, and ah, fuck. Yeah, she had a point there.
Rounding the corner briskly, you cross your arms but at the very least keep your gaze to the floor.
"Felix -" you clear your throat.
"Oh, fuck off," Alyssa, seeing it's you, groans with frustration. There's movement beneath her dress when you glance up; there's something almost comical about knowing what you're seeing is Felix sitting up straighter under there.
"I know that's you, Y/N," Felix had enough dignity to not sound ashamed or caught out. But he should, "just, yeah mate, could you fuck off a bit?" Its not a particularly sharp request, and if this were any other situation, of course you'd obligingly fuck off. However...
"Well don't fucking stop," Alyssa hisses to him, sounding almost embarrassed by the fact that he was giving you the time of day right now, "seriously, fuck off!" She tries to whisper-shout, but halfway through her voice turns to an unsteady moan and her head falls back against the wall again, "OhmygodFelix~" she whines, bringing one of her legs up over his shoulder.
"So should I wait until after you get her off to tell you?"
"Tell him what you little pervert?" Alyssa, furious at your refusal to leave, demands.
"Hey, be nice to them," you hear, vaguely muffled from under her skirt. You have to snort a laugh.
"Thanks Fi, I'll just tell you now, uh," you can't look at them in this moment, fighting off your embarrassed smile at you look to the ceiling, "I don't think this is what your dad meant when he suggested you get to know Aunt June's kids; this might be too welcoming for your recently un-estranged cousin."
Around the corner you hear Venetia cackling like a banshee, clearly having been eavesdropping.
Felix scrambles back from under Alyssa's dress, looking an absolute mess.
"You what?"
"Oh my god." There's nothing lewd about it this time, Alyssa herself sounds absolutely fucking mortified.
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The next morning, over breakfast, the mood is... strained. Its Sir James who breaks the ice, brightly - though it's clearly forced - commenting on how the night took such an unexpected and unfortunate turn. Felix, who likely doesn't even remember the end of the night considering how thoroughly plastered he got after his unfortunate affair with his cousin, looks to his father very suddenly, the sudden fear in his eyes about what his parents may know hidden by his large, dark glasses. He'd threatened to drown himself in the lake if you or Venetia told anyone, but his memory got fuzzy from there. The hangover that he's half worried might actually kill him doesn't help.
"Such a shame," Elspeth sighed, "I would have thought June would raise them better than that."
"Estranged Aunt June's daughter, Alyssa," you leaned over to Felix to stage whisper the context to him, half worried the paranoia might kill him there at the table. Venetia does however feel the need to smugly butt in and remind him -
"Our biological cousin."
"Apparently convinced her younger brothers to riot and start breaking all the crockery," you finished. Felix frowned in vague confusion, a feeling which Farleigh seemed to share.
"And it was so unnecessary, like she knew it was the first family thing her mom had been invited to in a decade -"
"She hates rich people and thinks we're freaks," you sat back, shrugging, "she told me so herself."
"Who, June?" Sir James sounded downright heartbroken at the idea, so you quickly shook your head.
"Alyssa." It seems to alleviate some of his concerns, but not a lot, and Sir James goes back to his breakfast still looking rather put out.
"Well maybe," Venetia leans her elbows on the table, bread knife in hand that she was using to flippantly gesture with, "there's some rich people that she should hate," her gaze and smug smile lands on you, as does the nonchalant way she's pointing with her knife, right before she flicks her wrist as if pointing at her brother by pure chance, "and some of us who are freaks."
Felix glared down at his breakfast.
"I don't know why we un-estranged Aunt June in the first place," he grumbled mostly to himself, though not quiet enough that the rest of the table didn't hear. Sir James sighed with disappointment.
"I think in future we may have to limit June's invitations to only her and her husband," he says, shaking his head. Elspeth kindly tells him that it's probably for the best.
Venetia, still apparently feeling petty, threw a bread roll at her brother, who hadn't looked up from where he seemed to be trying to divine life's secrets from his plate of sausages. It glances off his forehead, but knocks his glasses loose and into his breakfast. A second later Felix officially gives up and follows suit, faceplanting into his food.
"Oh my god, Felix!" His mother gasps with concern.
Despite Elspeth sounding nothing like Alyssa had the night before, the familiar phrase sets Venetia off, cackling with laughter at the top of her lungs. While the rest of the table is utterly confused by the series of events that have just occurred, you scoot your chair over close to Felix, patting him sympathetically on the back. Beneath the table, he rests his hand on your knee to give a grateful squeeze. When he talks, only you can hear it, resigned and half muffled by scrambled eggs.
"Hate this family."
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Barry Keoghan
Updated 2/6/24
One Shots:
Good Girl For Oliver : Oliver Quick has got you right where he wants you
No Plans To Stop : Oliver’s a little preoccupied at the moment with you on top of him, and someone comes knocking on the door, but that isn’t going to stop him
Watching Close By : Ollie has you all to himself finally, or at least that’s what you think
Grinding In The Garden : Oliver wants to take you for a stroll around the garden, and of course he’s got another idea in mind
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I need barry keoghan x reader one shots. I feel like i’ve read everything on here. I neeeddddd moreeee. they man is so hot and has constantly been on my mind
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everyone seems to be saying that Saltburn is too crazy to work or to be good, but I was entertained from start to finish tbh! also @ gay ppl who didn't see it but still went 'hey I heard the two leads didn't hook up! how dare they market it as gay!' fam that does not a gay film make. Barry Keoghan licking and slurping Jacob Elordi's cum out of a bathtub drain in wild obsessive sexual desperation in a shot posed/positioned like a rim job is one of many, many things that made it a gay film. also, the gay sex
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due to our shared ongoing brainrot: what's a thing that gave you the most brainworms in masters of the air? 👀
since i've already given an insane little spiel about the flying fortress here, i will spare you the ever-present aviation brainworms and go with, uh— curt biddick.
like i'm so sorry but the way barry keoghan portrays him makes me insane, actually?
"let’s knock one off, and drop bombs on those nazi fucks, and we get to go home early," the confidence, the swagger, the little teasing joke about buck sitting in his lap if he didn't preemptively give up the left seat, the genuine concern for bucky but the willingness to hit him nonetheless, "i'm irish," the near-debilitating relief when he realizes the rest of the formation is slowing down so he can keep pace, the fucking little spoon in-joke, the characteristically astute question being played for laughs but it is an astute question! why the fuck are they going to africa! and then, god—
the fog spooks him. it's always spooked him. he heads over to talk to buck on the pretense of finding out how buck and his crew are doing, but it's so, so clear he's looking for reassurance. that he's reaffirming to himself that this clusterfuck of a mission is going to be worth it—that they'll do some real damage—even as it's brutally clear that the critical element of timing is already blown to hell. the way all that fear falls away the instant he's in the air, because he's responsible for his crew. "we're losing her" "no we're not!" he's going to keep his goddamn crew alive. his insistence that he can bring her down safely, even when it doesn't matter. when it would be easier, and safer, and smarter to bail out. dickie's going to die whether or not curt manages the gentlest landing in the world, but fuck, he has to try. he can't not try. it's such a vicious contrast to quinn's choice when babyface is trapped in the ball turret, and it breaks my fucking heart.
all this is nuanced by the fact that curt's story is one of the narrative changes masters of the air made— curt biddick did not die trying to set his plane down so his dying co-pilot could have a shot at survival. in reality, curt biddick burned to death holding his fortress level so that the rest of the crew could safely bail out. he was known as a hard luck pilot, though, and i think the changes successfully walk the very fine line of serving the narrative (see: parallel with quinn and babyface) while simultaneously honoring the spirit of the events being portrayed.
you know that i knew that the regensburg-schweinfurt raid was a shitshow and that i was prepared to watch people die, but god, curt's death still hit me like a ton of bricks. it's so well done, and the acting is phenomenal from start to finish. curt biddick, the man that you were. barry keoghan, the man that you are.
anyway! thank u for the ask! hope u like the fuckin' essay you got in response!
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Recently Watched: Saltburn (2023) Dir. Emerald Fennell
This movie was probably the most polarizing of the year, most either hating it or loving it and while I am VERY sympathetic to the criticism I am apart of the "love it" crowd.
Yes, the most talked about moments were purely for shock value despite still being pretty tame. Yes, the writing was predictable and messy. YES, IT WAS NOT PERFECT! However, what this film has that many other lack is full commitment to the vibe. Every actor is fully in it, and they are delivering performances that keep you entertained and engaged despite a very underwhelming screenplay. Even despite the lackluster class commentary what really stands out is the exposition of human desire and the depravity of desperation and I feel like thats where it finds its footing.
It is shot beautifully and the soundtrack rocks. Barry Keoghan is dedicated to being a little freak, Rosamund Pike is fully a bitch, Jacob Elordi is sexy! WHAT ELSE COULD YOU ASK FOR??!! This was a fun time, it was fierce and it introduced me to Murder on the Dancefloor with one of the most iconic scenes in recent memory. I really think there is merit in a good time!! Similar to my love for Showgirls, I think the fearlessness of the performances and the sheer sexiness and fun of it makes this great!! But hey, this very well may be shit and I simply want Jacob Elordi in a crazy way 🤷♀️
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Saltburn and the Liberal Myth that Rich People are Bumbling Idiots
“If you could press a button that would give you a great deal of money, but it would cause someone you don’t know in a distant part of the world to die, then you would have a good model for how our current economy works.”
-Welcome To Nightvale episode 105
Saltburn (2023) is another quirky ‘eat the rich’ movie that is entrenched with liberal myths. The most predominant myth being that rich people are simply stupid and confused. That naivety and simple-mindness leaves them vulnerable to being exploited punished by the clever, lower-class protagonist. Like other ‘eat the rich’ movies including The Menu (2022) and Parasite (2019), Saltburn plays into the ridiculousness of wealth disparity. The Catton family lives in a giant estate, while protagonist, Oliver Oliver, presents himself as solidly lower-class. Every shot of the Catton’s sprawling estate seems to say, “Look! All this wealth and lavishness, it’s SO excessive! The Catton’s don’t need this much! They don’t even know how to use it correctly.” That’s the liberal fantasy that ‘eat the rich’ movies love to parade out. Wealth disparity isn’t the problem, the real class issue is that some people don’t deserve the wealth they have.
There is this idea that rich people are naive and out of touch. Their sheltered lifestyle prevents them from developing the shrewdness and ‘street smarts’ of poorer individuals. That people who earn their wealth are good and noble, but their children are now lazy, selfish snobs. This idea that those who start from a place of poverty and oppression can rise above and become a member of the wealthy ruling class is truly one of capitalist Amerika’s most devious lies. It protects the current system from meaningful scrutiny by falsely implying that anyone can become rich and that those who become rich deserve to be rich. It ignores that fact that the wealthy ruling class only achieve their status through the oppression of other people. It implies that those who ‘do their own dirty work’ are good, but those who have since become removed from it, by being born into wealth, are bad. The issue, of course, is that this level of wealth disparity is bad regardless of how one achieves it.
Saltburn (2023) presents human relationships as transactional. Further positioning it as a truly liberal film which cannot imagine a world without capitalism. Barry Keoghan offers an unsettling portrayal of the film’s protagonist. Perhaps the audience’s unease at Keoghan’s performance comes more from seeing themselves as Oliver, rather than Keoghan doing anything actually disturbing. To see plainly, how every relationship Oliver has is superficial and cultivated purely for personal gain is upsetting for those who cannot imagine their existence outside of capitalism. The horror comes from knowing that there is something wrong, but not having any solution. For Jacob Elordi’s role as love interest and son of the wealthy elite, Felix Catton offers a nice contrast to the repulsive desperation that Oliver exhibits. Felix exhibits the cool, sophistication that the wealthy elites are known for. A kind of swagger that only comes from power that poorer folk will never possess. However, Elordi is conventionally attractive and Felix comes across as charitable, and that excuses the major character flaws we see unfold throughout the film.
None of this is to suggest that Oliver is a good person. The film’s ending reveals just how opportunistic Oliver actually is. This revelation weakens the film overall and undermines anything that might have been accomplished earlier. The film spoonfeds audience a play-by-play of how the events actually unfolded. Even without this hamfisted ending, the film falls flat. What is the purpose of Oliver? What is the purpose of this portrayal of rich naivety? The scenes of shocking depravity seem unmoored. As though the creators of this film wanted desperately to say something of substance but couldn’t come up with anything.
Like most ‘eat-the-rich’ films, Saltburn crumbles at the end because what is there to say if one isn’t prepared to actually confront capitalism? Saltburn wants to be a scathing criticism of the current system, but it doesn’t. The film does not examine the relationships between worker and capitalist, between rich and poor, between Oliver and Felix, in any meaningful way. Saltburn provides some shocking sequences and a promising plot, but has all the revolutionary power of liberalism.
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December 23rd, 2023
This blog rises from the grave for a very special winter viewing of Emerald Fennell’s Saltburn (2023). Pretty much from the opening sequence to the final shot I completely understand why the internet is obsessed with this movie. If you’ve seen my main blog you know Rosamund Pike is one of my absolute favorites and I can’t ever complain about Barry Keoghan, but this was the first time I’ve really seen Jacob Elordi in a leading roll and he really won me over. The devil is in the details with this movie because while the plot is actually pretty easy to follow and even predict, the performances and symbolism scattered throughout the lavish backdrop of a Gothic English mansion are what makes Saltburn stand out amongst other eat the rich type stories. The little nuances are what make this movie and I think I’m going to have to do a rewatch on this one to make sure I really get everything out of it. I won’t spoil any of the plot because I know the movie is still so new, but I would recommend this to anyone fascinated by excess and absolutely unhinged British people.
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GQ has a nice profile on Barry Keoghan
where he talks meeting Daniel Day-Lewis, his son, dream projects and his friendship with Jacob Elordi which offers this tidbit about an obvious cut scene.
That's like when I went to a Q&A with the artisans of SALTBURN and the editor says they shot a scene where Oliver does answer the question of whether he was in love with Felix, but they decided to just leave ambiguous (it's not ambiguous to me...) but I'm glad they left it out because then what would everyone on Reddit talk about because every 9th post is asking that question.
I mean it makes sense that they would shoot at least one kiss. Even cinematographer notes Linus Sandgren says of Oliver and Felix's dynamic.
Creasing that GQ went as far back as MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO for that comparison as if the CALL ME BY YOUR NAME press push wasn't that times 100. Call me when Barry records Jacob urinating next to him in the urinal like Timothee Chalamet did Armie Hammer.
The SAG Awards nominations will be announced tomorrow at 7am (PST). Hopefully, Barry will get a nomination and have the chance to meet more of his heroes like he did at the Golden Globes.
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-Jacob Elordi's look for Paul Schrader's OH CANADA starring Richard Gere,
Uma Thurman and Michael Imperioli. The film centres around "Leonard Fife, one of sixty thousand draft evaders and deserters who fled to Canada to avoid serving in Vietnam, shares all his secrets to de-mythologize his mythologized life."
Elordi will also be seen (who knows when) in HE WENT THAT WAY with Zachary Quinto.
What is is about? Based on a true story, HE WENT THAT WAY is, "...a wicked spin on the buddy road trip pic, the film is set in 1964 and follows 19-year-old serial killer Bobby (Elordi) as he is picked up by a celebrity animal handler, Jim (Quinto), on a desolate stretch of Route 66, with priceless cargo in tow: his chimpanzee, Spanky, an American TV darling. As stress between them rises and their fiery personalities combust, the road only becomes more treacherous the farther they go.
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Saltburn: Bonkers, Balls-to-the-Wall Brilliance
It would be no exaggeration to say that Saltburn is the craziest film of the year. I've never seen anything quite like it; it's distinctive in the best possible way, even while being rich with references to other iconic works. Emerald Fennell's sophomore feature is an exploration of class differences and a comedy of wickedly bad manners. It also morphs into a surprising, devilish thriller. It's the kind of film where you can’t look away, even when (perhaps especially when) you can’t believe what you’re seeing onscreen.
Saltburn begins with Oliver Quick newly arrived at Oxford. He's a fish out of water on campus as a scholarship student. He comes from the wrong background, he doesn't wear the right clothes, and he doesn't possess the right affect to fit in with the posh students that surround him. When he does a kind turn for Felix Catton, the popular student he's admired from afar, things start looking up and he's ushered into a world of partying and camaraderie. That summer, Felix invites Oliver back to his family estate, Saltburn, and things escalate amid decadence, debauchery, and class tensions.
Saltburn is a lush cinematic experience, composed of fresh, original, shocking images. So many shots feel like discrete works of art, the kind that wouldn't seem out of place in a gilt frame on some illustrious wall, reminiscent of the artistry of Kubrick's Barry Lyndon. At the same time, they all meld together to comprise a masterpiece. The startlingly potent sensuality practically drips from the screen, catching one up in a fever dream of desire and deviancy.
Barry Keoghan plays Oliver, and really proves himself as a leading man. I’ve been following Keoghan’s career with intense interest since his one-two punch of Dunkirk and The Killing of a Sacred Deer in 2017. And boy, is he realizing his potential. He blew me away with his heartrending performance in last year’s The Banshees of Inisherin. He excels at the humorous and the harrowing, sometimes in the same scene. He’s the kind of actor who can genuinely make you laugh and break your heart. He goes all in. You feel his pain, and I know I find myself rooting for his characters even when I probably shouldn’t.
My favorite kind of performance is an unhinged performance, and Keoghan delivers an all-timer in that category. His Oliver is comparable to Mia Goth’s turn in last year’s Pearl, for sheer emotional and eccentric abandon. The extreme emotion and behavior Keoghan exhibits as Oliver is thrilling to watch. Saltburn is such a great star vehicle star for this highly unique, unusual performer who has really been given his time to shine. He commands attention and the camera captures him perfectly here: his intensity and subtlety and those arresting blue eyes. Keoghan is a truly fearless performer. If there's any justice, he'll be nominated for an Oscar for this incredible performance.
This is a great ensemble cast, which includes Jacob Elordi as Felix and Alison Oliver as Venetia, Felix's sister. Carey Mulligan provides a disarmingly sweet and funny turn in a small role. Paul Rhys is chilling as Saltburn's imperious butler. Archie Madekwe is deliciously vicious as Felix's snobby cousin, Farleigh. Richard E. Grant is on point and hilarious as the Catton patriarch. Besides Keoghan, I felt Rosamund Pike was the standout and that this was her best role to date. The part of Elspeth Catton, lady of the manor, seemed tailor-made for her. Saltburn definitely deserves to be nominated for a SAG for Outstanding Performance by a Cast in a Motion Picture. The actors all play off each other beautifully.
I’m in awe of writer/director Emerald Fennell’s artistry and uncompromising vision. I love how she lets scenes go on uncomfortably long sometimes (like in the infamous climax of Promising Young Woman) to get her point across. She’s not hemmed in by conventions of how long a disquieting scene “should” go on. She doesn’t compromise for anyone or adhere to conventional tastes.
Saltburn is told through a great framing device of Oliver recounting the events of his pivotal year at Oxford and Saltburn to an unknown listener. It keeps you guessing as to who he's relaying this tale to. There are echoes of Wuthering Heights, Brideshead Revisited, The Go-Between, and Call Me by Your Name. In other words, timeless stories that will always resonate in the culture for good reason: they’re primal and get to the heart of the human experience. Yet Fennell's narrative veers in wholly unexpected directions. To watch her pull off the trick of this narrative is a privilege indeed.
Saltburn is a sterling example of bold, unapologetic filmmaking. Emerald Fennell is a cinematic visionary and a canny provocateur. And in case all this rhapsodizing wasn't enough, just know that this movie is HOT. It's fierce and feral and it demands to be seen. Viewers are in for a sick and sexy thrill ride. It's disturbing, deliciously demented, devious, nasty, and wonderfully messed up. Please go see it in theaters: let’s help wild, invigorating, conversation-starting cinema continue to get made and theatrically released.
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