#barry keoghan x f!reader

[redheadspark]

17. Renting out a cottage together by a small town, and taking new identities for the summer. hmm, It would be interesting to see reader & Barry do this :P

A/N - I love this. This will be nice and short. Thanks for requesting this, Stella.

Summary - Official

Warnings - Just fluff.

“I didn’t think that was going to work!”

“Aye, well you don’t me well enough, don’t ya?”

“Not really since you were giggling like a school boy when you gave them your name….or your apparent stage name,” 

Your boyfriend, actor Barry Keoghan, gave you a roll of the eyes as you two were unpacking your little car with your suitcases and a bag filled with snacks and groceries.  The soft sounds of the highway were behind the pair of you since the small little road that lead to your rental.

A small quaint cottage that was out in the countryside, built from stone with a lavender garden in the back and a great view of the rolling hills to the left that had a herd of sheep already grazing the field.  Barry found the rental, thinking it would be a great idea for you two to have the summer to spend together.  He had no upcoming projects until the fall, and your job was going slow enough for some of the employees to take time off.  You were saving up your time off and taking some vacation days, so now you had the entire summer to look forward to. 

Barry whisked you away a few days after booking the cottage, you having no idea what was going on or how long you two were going to be gone.  But it was a thrill to pack your bag, knowing full well that Barry knew how to plan real well when it came to you.  Although he was rising up as an actor and was getting some recognition wherever you two went as a couple, he didn’t want to have anyone to know that he was renting a small cottage with his girlfriend for the summer.  You two really had some run ins with the papparazii in the past, so the last thing he wanted was cameras pointing at the two of your trying to relax and enjoy the summer. 

Of course Barry was ballsy to begin with, more of the daredevil than you ever were.  But using a fake name?  That was new.  

It worked in his favor though, the sweet old lady who owned the cottage had no idea who he was or that he was an actor.  She made you two a plateful of cookies, which was perched on the countertop as soon as Barry opened the door into the small cottage. It had no much character to it, from the wooden stairs and old rugs to the pictures that were tainted in history and age and the wooden burning fireplace. You thought of it as charming, thinking of the plenty of viistiors that came and stayed in those walls that had happy holidays.

“Good choice, Barry,” You hummed as Barry placed the suitcases on the bottom step of the stairs.

“You had little faith in me,” Barry countered back at you, you trying to smack his arm but he dodged it and laughed, “I thought you would like a place like this.  The photos don’t do justice,”

“I can’t believe you said your name was Reggie Fairchild,” You joked with him as he was unloading the snacks into the pantry, “That’s such an actor name,”

“Which means they won’t suspect me being…..me,” Barry said, placing the last of the snacks in the pantry and then looking around the room, “So, what should we do first?”

You were looking around the living room when he asked you, seeing the loveseat couch next to the fireplace and the two massive windows that were showing the rolling green hills.  You never heard such quietness in some time, even back at your apartment or in your work cubicle.  This kind of quiet would seem daunting to others, but not with you.  It filled you up and wrapped around your bones, already making you ready for a peaceful summer with Barry.

Although he was used to living the life of an actor, going to parties and premiers to be seen and be hired, he was more of a homebody.  Apart from boxing, Barry had no real need to being out and about public most of the time, he would rather be at home with you.  You were thinking that he was simply wanting to top out from being at a party or at a sponsor event, but hr truly told you he love being at home. 

Later on he confessed he would rather just be with you.

You were no fan of bring in the spotlight, he knew that when you two first got together.  You thought that would be a deal breaker with him, but he still stayed.  You never cared for going to premiers on his arm or to parties as his plus one, but you did to the more important ones that you knew would help his career in the end.  But the rest of the parties, you stayed behind and let him have fun.  He was a goos boyfriend to you, you never once loosing your trust in him or having doubts about him being faithful. 

When it came to going on holiday, he would let you pick.  Of course he had the means of gong anywhere in the world, connections left and right being able to take him to distant lands and paradise if he wanted.  But he would let you decide since, giving you a bit too much pressure.  This cottage was merely an idea you had months before when you two were snuggling in bed, thinking of the next holiday you both wanted to take together.

“Let’s go to a cottage together,” You said to him as you were about to drift asleep, “A little cottage, with on one else around.”

He remembered, and now you were about to have the best summer ever.

“I know precisely what I want to do,” You said to him, seeing him walk over to you from his spot in the kitchen.  Taking his hand in yours, you both walked to the main bedroom on the first floor, the bedroom you two would use during your time there.  The quilt on the bed was already turned down, massive goose feathered pillows were fluffed and ready at the head of the bed, and the two little windows were already perched open to let in the breeze.  It was such a simple looking room, but you grinned widely as you looked from the bed to Barry.

“Of first official nap on holiday,” You said to him, seeing him break into a massive smile.

“Good thinkin’, darlin’.” He said in agreement.  

So you both stripped off your sweatshirts, down to your loose pants and shirts.  Slipping under the quilt with your head on his chest, his arms around your shoulders with his fingers running up and down your spine , you both were closing your eyes.  Letting your summer together finally sink in and begin. You had no idea what you were going to have for dinner that night, nor for breakfast the follow morning.  You had no idea what you two were going to go to pass the time.  

In fact, there were no real plans for your entire summer, but that was what you loved.  

The End

[tookhimtomypenthouse]

Hate Yourself - Chapter One

series warnings: female!reader x oliver quick, past/implied felix x oliver, dub-con, stalker behavior, voyeurism, degradation, dacryphilia, bloodplay, gaslighting, manipulation, untagged story elements (the warnings aren't exhaustive!), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT bbgirl

summary: you’re hired as a maid after Oliver comes to own Saltburn, and find your employer to be very invested in your work

minors dni!

Your palms felt sweaty as you gripped your bags, staring into the massive gates of the mansion. You were tempted to turn around and run as the grandiosity of the building overwhelmed you. It felt like the iron jaws of the gate could open and eat you at any moment. Your torment was short-lived, however, as the creaky gates opened as you nudged them forward. Just beyond the courtyard, imposing wood doors awaited. Gravel crunched underfoot as you made your way over to them. Just before you could knock upon the doors, they swung open to reveal a graying, stern man.

"Welcome to Saltburn, miss." The man gives you a tight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You must be the new housekeeper?"

"Yes, that would be me," you laugh awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. 

"Lovely to meet you. My name is Duncan, head butler. Anthony will take your bags to your quarters. Come, and I'll show you around the grounds." You set your bags down and hurry after Duncan, who, despite his age, has a considerable stride. 

Each room in the house seemed grander than the next. The soft autumn sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the formal dining room. Sheer red curtains floated elegantly to the sides, fluttering as you swished by. 

"Wow," you breathe out as you catch a glimpse of the massive garden. You can't help but gape at the massive hedges that seem to form a huge wall of green or at the multiple elegant fountains spraying in the air. "The grounds are so beautiful."

Duncan casts a fleeting glance through the window and continues on with the tour. Your head spins as you try to remember all the rooms and build a mental map of the estate, but the rooms seem to never stop coming. You are lost in the task when you finally arrive in the master bedroom.

"Here is the master bedroom," Duncan says, startling you out of your trance. The room is grand, with large wooden furniture and sumptuous fabrics and paintings. The closet door is ajar, revealing a closet full of crisp suits and hanging shirts without a single wrinkle. Expensive ties are neatly tucked into an organizer above a row of pristine dress shoes. "Sir Oliver is particular about how this room is made up, but Lyuba will teach you the specifics later."

You give him a nod, soaking in the finery and sheer wealth of this place. It's a far cry from the squatty brick council house you grew up in. The momentary thought of home makes your eyes prickle. You push the thought away and follow Duncan as he continues. Tears won't help you navigate the maze that is Saltburn. 

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You flop into your bed with a deep sigh. The rest of the day passed so quickly as Lyuba, the woman whose job you were taking over, taught you the ins and outs of the job. When you close your eyes, you swear you can still see towels and sheets being folded. Lyuba was impressed at the speed at which you picked up the proper technique for all the linens, but you were no match for her practiced hands. It would take some time before you perfectly replace the experienced housekeeper. No use worrying about it now, you thought as you slipped towards sleep. The room you had in the servant's quarter of the estate was still larger than any you'd ever stayed in.

Right before sleep could overtake you, you heard a loud creaking sound. Icy fear flooded into your chest as you bolted upright. Your eyes weren't adjusted to the room's darkness, but it didn't stop you from frantically peering into the dark for the source. Through the shadows, you couldn't make out anything specific. After a few moments, you noticed that your door was open a crack. Did I leave it open? You aren't sure if you did. Your furiously pounding heart starts to slow, and you rise out of bed to close it. It is an old house, right? Surely some shifting floorboards or creaking of the structure caused the sound. Must've forgotten to shut the door, too. You chided yourself for getting so worked up over the noise. Fears soothed, you climbed back into bed and dozed off.

~

"Not so much water," warned Lyuba as you went to lift the mop out of the bucket. You quickly wrung the mophead out a bit more before starting on the tiled floor. You and Lyuba cleaned one of the guest bathrooms mostly in silence, only interrupted when she caught a mistake you were making. You turn to see Lyuba's snowy white bun bobbing in time with her careful movements. The older woman was only going to stay to teach you until the end of the week before she embarked on her retirement. You were at first shocked to find she was the only maid for the sprawling estate, but you quickly realized why.

This place is a fucking ghost town.

It had been three days since your arrival, but you had only glimpsed the owner of this place a handful of times. He was the only actual resident, not counting the help. Oliver Quick was his name, according to Duncan. You were debating whether to ask Lyuba more or let the mystery about the man of the house linger.

Curiosity won.

"Lyuba," you started cautiously, "what is the owner like?" You notice her movement halt with your question.

"Why?" Her response comes almost as an accusation. She turns fully to face you, and her face searches yours carefully. 

"Oh, I just was wondering because I've hardly seen him," you reply, unsure of how to respond.

Lyuba shuffles close to you until you are nearly touching. She gently grabs your wrist. "Strange. Be careful, girl," she whispers in a gentle tone. "I worked for the family before him," she continues, hushed and serious as the grave, "and then he swoops in and inherits that place." She drops your wrist and stares into your eyes intently. "Practically a stranger when he-"

"Hello." You and Lyuba jump as you see a man leaning against the doorframe.

"H-hi," you stutter, taken by surprise. His eyes meet yours, and you're drawn in by the shocking blueness of them.

"My name is Oliver," he offers, "and you must be Lyuba's replacement?" A small smile makes its way across his face. 

"Yes," you breathe out and offer him your name. Your surprise at being interrupted fades, and you finally take him in. He wears a fine button-down shirt and slacks, his hair combed back without a single strand out of place. You suddenly feel shabby in your black uniform dress and messy hair. You flick your wet hands behind your back to try and appear more together. His unnerving gaze has you self-conscious.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm sure Lyuba has taught you all you need to know." His eyes dart to her briefly but soon return to you. He stretches in the doorway, and you can't help but see the muscles of his arms under the thin cotton of the shirt. "It's nice to have a new face around."

"Ah," you splutter, face hot. "I'm sure it is." You can't help but feel skittish as he watches you return to your work. He'd always made himself scarce before today, so his presence feels overwhelming so near to you.

"We have much to do," cuts in Lyuba, her annoyance clear, "and we need to finish, sir." She turns her back to him and returns to her cleaning. 

"Of course," replies Oliver, lifting his hands in a gesture of resignation. "Don't stop on my account. I wouldn't dare interrupt her training." He backs out of the bathroom, but not before throwing you a small wink. 

You shake your head and return to your work. Lyuba's hushed condemnation and Oliver's surprise entrance have you cleaning in silence. You could practically taste the animosity between the two of them but get the sense you won't get much more out of Lyuba today. Instead, you pass the day with the gnawing feeling that you're missing something very important.

[spikeandset]

Please please please!! - Oikawa

Y/N is a young popstar getting a big break in her singing career. She was previously on a children’s network, and are also known for being a child actor. Her biggest known fact is that she was the other woman in a relationship between Atsumu and Yachi. She was defaced, ridiculed and torn down all over the internet for a solid 3 months. She was called nothing but trouble, until she released her first more mature album: emails i can’t send fwd:, now people are starting for forgive her. But what happens when y/n starts to fall for hollywoods biggest non-commitment flirt?

Toru Oikawa x f!reader

emails I can’t send:fwd by Sabrina Carpenter 💜

Warnings/notes: F! reader, using real song/album titles (THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME THEY BELONG TO ORIGINAL ARTIST WHICH I WILL NOTE IN EACH CHAPTER) lowkey half written/half smau, this is my first smau be patient with me, kys jokes, possible angst? unsure yet, lowkey based off Sabrina Carpenter and Barry Keoghan.

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Post schedule: Every Sunday

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Players of the game: actors I singers

Table of Contents:

the VMAs

The next morning

The show

Tweet tweet

The eras tour

Coffee shop 🩷

The announcement

Extras:

H/Cs pt. 1

[stranger-nightmare]

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Pairing: Boxer!Barry Keoghan x (female) Reader

Summary: you come to one of Barry’s sparring sessions, unfortunately he’s too distracted by you the whole time to really get any good training done

Warnings: bit of fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), semi-public sex, minors DNI

A/N: this was inspired by this gif set here. This is my first time I’ve ever written for Barry, it’s also the first time I’ve written for a real person (aka. not a fictional character) um so yeah I mean I hope you guys like it🙈 also shout-out to @mothdruid and @siempre-bucky for fuelling my boxer!Barry obsession. Also tagging @redroomproperty and @strwbrrybucky bc you guys showed interest in this idea as well!👀 Anyway this one’s for you guys, hope you like😈

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

“Ow, hey” Barry whines as the trainer's focus mitt comes crashing down on his head.

Barry’s eyes quickly slide back to his trainer, a look of mock horror on his face.

“Eyes over here” the trainer quips.

You smile to yourself as Barry rolls his eyes before getting back to sparring again. He lands several powerful blows in quick succession, a grunt of effort leaving him with each move. You bite your lip as you watch him, admiring the way his lean and strong body moves. So light on his feet, but so powerful with his hits. You smirk to yourself when you see Barry’s eyes once again shift to look at you, his gaze not so subtlety landing on your mouth where your bottom lip was between your teeth. His arms fall slightly from their defence position as he looks you up and down.

“Hey” the trainer claps his pads together in front of Barry’s face, breaking him from his own reverie. “You’re gonna get your ass handed to you if you keep getting distracted like that."

“Ugh” Barry groans with half a laugh on his lips. “I just can’t help it when I’ve got my gorgeous girlfriend here on the edge of the ring” he jokes as he does a stupid little dance whilst heading towards you.

You blush and giggle as he finally reaches you, pretending to spar with you briefly, his head ducking from side to side behind his boxing gloves.

“Barry” you chastise him lightly. “You need to focus, stop letting your attention fall elsewhere,” it was your turn to roll your eyes at him.

“Mmm but I just can’t help it” he hums, placing a quick kiss to your lips.

You both smile and giggle into the kiss like love-drunk idiots.

“Okay okay” the trainer cringes from the middle of the ring.

Barry lifts his mouth off you, that gorgeous smile of his plastering his face as he looks at you.

“Well clearly this session isn’t going anywhere, let’s just call it day shall we Barry?” The trainer chuckles as he starts to take off his focus mitts.

Barry turns around to face the trainer, his back leaning on the ropes just next to where you were stood. Barry lets out a deep, overly-dramatic sigh.

“If you insist” he smirks.

“Seriously what are you gonna do when she comes to watch you at a real match?” The trainer laughs to himself as he collects the rest of his equipment.

Barry ponders the question for a second before looking back over his shoulder at you.

“Lose, I guess” he shrugs before throwing you a wink.

The trainer just laughs and shakes his head again.

“See ya next time” the trainer waves before heading out towards the front.

Barry wastes no time in turning back around and placing his mouth on yours. You squeak in surprise but are quick to reciprocate the movement of his lips against your own. He hums against your lips before pulling away the slightest amount, enough so that he could speak but still close enough that his lips brushed over yours with each word.

“You wanna come with me to the locker rooms?” He taunts, raising an eyebrow, that smirk returning to his face.

You feign innocence.

“And what possible reason is there for me to be coming with you to the locker rooms hmm?” You raise an eyebrow back at him.

His eyes darken as they dip down to look at your lips before returning to meet your gaze.

“So you can fuck me the way you’ve been wanting to this whole time” he mutters darkly as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hmm I don’t know” you pretend to contemplate his offer, a breathy laugh passing your lips.

“You were a bad boy for not doing your training properly, and I don’t know if bad boys deserve to be fucked” you tease with a soft giggle.

He groans. “Ah please don’t tease me darlin’” he whines, looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. “Come on, I’ll be a good boy for you” he smirks as he dips his head to attach his lips to your neck. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise” he murmurs into your skin.

You sigh as you roll your head back, letting him have better access as he nips and sucks at the skin of your throat.

“Hmm, if you insist” you sigh, mimicking his words from earlier.

“Atta girl” he smirks before detaching himself from you so he could duck under the ropes and out the ring.

...

And so now here you were, completely naked, pressed up against the wall in the locker room. Barry had one hand on your stomach, pushing you back against the wall. The other held your thigh in place over his shoulder as his face was lost between your wet folds.

You were already soaked by the time he got you into the locker room, both of you frantically tearing at each other, ripping clothes off haphazardly as your mouths clashed and your tongues fought for dominance. Just watching him box had got you all worked up, a wetness seeping into your panties. And now, by the time he had you naked and pushed against the wall, sinking to his knees in front of you, you were practically mewling and begging for him to touch you.

He had obliged quickly, so eager to please you. He worked his tongue expertly against your clit, circling and lapping at it just the way he knew you loved after many an hour spent with his head between your thighs. Your one hand was clasped over his where it rested flat on your stomach; the other was knotted in Barry’s slightly sweat-damp hair, tugging at the soft strands.

“Ah fuck Barry” you grind against his face as you feel that familiar knot of pleasure build in your core. “Shit, that feels so good” you moan as you throw your head back, your back arching, pushing your pussy harder against Barry’s face.

He hums his agreement and it sends sensational vibrations throughout your entire body, causing another curse to fly from your lips. Your legs start to tremble, your toes curling and digging into his shoulder. He knows you're close so he switches tactics to help push you over the edge. He delves deeper between your folds, his tongue finding its way to your entrance. He licks around your hole a few times before he starts to fuck you hastily with his tongue. He pushes upwards so that his nose connects with your clit. He shakes his head from side to side rapidly, his nose rubbing deliciously over your throbbing clit as his tongue continues to disappear inside your hole.

As the new sensations roll through your body you arch forwards, holding yourself steady with your grip in his hair. He tightens his own grip on your thigh as your whole body starts to shake, your orgasm closing in.

“Ah shit Barry” you whine. “I’m gonna cum” your voice is barely more than a squeak as your body seizes up with pleasure.

Your entire body tightens and then loosens as your orgasm breaks over you. You convulse against Barry’s tongue, your hips jerking raggedly against his face as he laps up your orgasm, his tongue riding out your climax to its fullest potential.

You pant heavily, leaning back to rest against the wall, your grip finally loosening in Barry’s hair. He kisses your pelvic bone, his eyes looking up at you. You keep your eyes on his as he kisses his way up your stomach, kissing each of your breasts before he travels up to your neck. His lips eventually find their way to yours again and you open your mouth obediently, letting him slide his tongue against yours, tasting yourself in his mouth. You both moan into the kiss as you feel his leaking cock push against your inner thigh. He grinds against you for a little while, the head of his dick rubbing between your folds as he continues to kiss you.

“Barry” you whine into his mouth, bucking your hips into him, silently begging him to just get on with it and fuck you.

He smirks into the kiss as he grabs his dick in his hand, angling himself with your dripping core. You both groan in sync as he pushes inside you, slowly sinking himself to the hilt.

He wastes no more time, rutting himself into you repeatedly. He sets a hard and fast pace, fucking you against the wall, practically slamming you against it with each thrust. He hikes your legs up around his waist, holding you by your thighs. You’re now completely reliant on him as he pushes you harder against the wall for support. The new position allows him to push even deeper inside you.

“Fuck y/n, you feel amazing. Always so tight for me” Barry groans into your ear, his teeth pulling at your lobe.

You whine as he hits impossibly deep inside you, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. Barry leans back, his eyes just watching your face as it twists in pleasure, your mouth hanging open as moans fly free from your lips. His lips are turned almost into a snarl as groans fall just as freely from his mouth.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby. A moaning mess on my cock” he whispers against your lips. “Looked fucking gorgeous out there by the ring as well” he mumbles as his lips move across your jaw, working their way down your neck again.

“How was I ever meant to focus when you were there watching me, looking all pretty, biting your lip like that?” He moans into the crook of your neck.

You moan in response to his words, arching your back and pushing your chest against him, feeling the warmth of him in comparison to the cold of his necklace where it lay trapped between your bodies.

“Fuck, I was thinking about you the whole time, thinking about this” he whines.

“No wonder you couldn’t focus” you breathe, your head thrown back again.

You start to feel the coil tighten in your core again, a burn settling in your lower stomach. Barry keeps up his relentless pace, fucking you into the wall with all his might. his fingers digging painfully into the back of your thighs.

“Barry” you mewl. “I’m close, I’m so close” you cry, your head lolling to the side as his lips find your neck again.

“Me too baby” he coos into your neck. “Let go my love, cum for me” he practically begs.

Your second climax crashes over you as Barry fucks into you harshly, his pace only faltering when he feels how tightly your cunt is convulsing around him. Your toes curl, your legs squeezing around his lower back, keeping him pushed deep inside you. Your nails rake down his skin, leaving angry red marks in your wake, his necklace digs into your chest as you arch into him again.

Your mind was practically spinning as Barry’s hips finally stutter against yours, stilling as his cock pulses within your tight walls, coating them with his release with a loud grunt.

He lifts his head to rest his forehead on yours, both of you just panting, taking a moment to recover and revel in your highs.

You hum a satisfied sigh, lifting your hands to cup his face.

“If only you boxed as you good as you fuck. You wouldn’t need as much training” you break the silence just to tease him.

“Hey!” He pouts, nudging your nose with is.

The two of you just collapse in laughter together.

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A/N: This was so impromptu, I literally had the idea and then just wrote it immediately in one go💀 also it was like 3am when I finished this so I did not proofread, I was just so excited to get it posted so I am sorry if there are like a million spelling and grammar mistakes in here lmao, I really hope you guys liked this!!🖤🙈

p.s. I’ve literally never been into fics for actual actors / celebrities before so I wouldn’t expect this to become a common occurrence for me but I guess you never know, we’ll see, I’m just down bad for Barry fr💀😮‍💨

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[redheadspark]

THIS WAS PERFECT! this was so good and I loved reading every bit of it! Well done Abby!

i remember pt. 2

pairing: Barry Keoghan x Female!Reader

summary: Barry and you were friends with benefits, even though you want more than that. After you break things off with him your emotions are at a high, and so are his. Things move forward until he reaches out.

wc: 4.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, cream pure, oral sex (m to f), fingering, vaginal sex, general nudity, angst

a/n: aye! the part two is finally here!!! i’m so sorry it took me so long to write it. this past semester really fucked with my mental health so it was kind of hard to return to this fic. also bridgerton consumed my life for a pretty good bit. and tbh now it’s currently consumed by the weasley and phelps twins but finally at last, we have the ending to a beautiful story. 

i remember pt. 1

A smile fell on your lips while anxiety settled in your chest. Barry stared back at you with a big smile on his face. You stepped to the side while gesturing for him to come in. Barry shuffled to your table, setting the bag of food down. Neither of you had said a word yet, neither of you knew what to say. You turned around to face him, watching as he pushed off his jacket. 

“I can hang that up for you.” 

“Nah, it’s okay. I can do it.” Barry said as he walked past you, heading to your coat rack near the door. When he turned around the two of you stared for a moment. Barry took in your appearance, the cropped t-shirt  covering your top and joggers covering your legs. He internally smiled when he noticed you were wearing joggers, it was a classic outfit staple of yours. Barry was wearing a pair of joggers himself, something he had bought after noticing you wear them. 

“So, uhh…” It was so much more awkward than the two of you anticipated. 

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

in agreement (b.k.)

pairing: barry keoghan x actress!reader

summary: you and barry go through a series of interviews to promote your latest movie. little did they know, there's more to the story than what meets the eye...

word count: 5,323

warnings: language, drinking, mention of death, allusions to anxiety, so much banter omg, so much fluff, a tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, smut [dirty talk, fingering (f), unprotected sex, creampie, some good ol' vanilla shit 👌]

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“Guys, congratulations on Til Kingdom Come. I got to see it at an early screening, it was amazing.”

Sat in a Manhattan hotel-suite-turned-press-room, you and Barry smile warmly at the interviewer in front of you, graciously saying your thanks.

“So, let’s talk about the movie and what it’s about,” the interviewer beams.

“Yeah! So Ben and Anna…” you motion at yourself and the man next to you, “two childhood friends who grew up in a small village. They both felt stuck and as kids, they made a promise to go away together. Marry each other if they’re still single by the time they’re 25…”

The two of you chuckle wryly, like it’s your own childish vow you made.

“Didn’t happen obviously. Things happened and they drifted apart,” Barry chimes in. “So now here they are, 25 years old, getting reacquainted with each other and pondering about how little they knew then.”

“And how little they know now.”

You knock at the door. No answer, though you’re almost completely sure he’s in there. You consider leaving him alone, give him some space —God knows he needs it.

But you hear a soft thud and a quiet ‘fuck!’ on the other side, so you turn the doorknob and peek into his room. “Ben?”

He’s sitting on the floor against the bed, and you can see the top of his head turning at the sound of your voice.

“Hey. Wanna join me?” he calls over his shoulder, raising a beer bottle in his hand.

You sit next to him, legs stretched out like his, accepting the bottle he offers without a word. You don’t drink it. You just… look at your best friend for a while. His head leaning back against the mattress. Staring out the window absently. One hand balled up into a fist; the other peeling the wet label of the beer bottle.

It’s a jarring mirror image of your old life. You’ve lost count how many times the two of you have sat in this position your whole life. Over heartbreak. Love. Hope. Uncertainties. The future.

But it’s been a long time since then. This spot, this room, this friendship has turned cold and unfamiliar. And so has Ben. And you’re hoping for him to say something-- anything because nothing that comes into your mind sounds remotely right.

“You look great,” he pipes up quietly, head lolling to the side. “How’s New York?”

“Busy.” you nod a little, and it feels so stilted. “How’s home?”

“Quiet,” he retorts without missing a beat. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Well…” you turn to face him, studying his disheveled hair and tired eyes and wrinkled black suit, “You look like shit.”

He chuckles, low and deep in his chest, and you almost sigh in relief. There’s the cheeky boy you knew and loved growing up. Maybe this thing isn’t entirely lost after all.

But as that little moment of reprieve dies down, the more it dawns on you how much you’ve lost. Your person is no longer your person --and it’s killing you. The grief floods your chest and you’re just aching. You’re aching to reach out to him. You’re aching to go back in time, or start over. But the only thing that comes out of your mouth is,

“I’m sorry about your mum.” you find yourself choking up as the unsaid apology goes on in your head, I’m sorry about us. I’m sorry you had to go through this alone when I was supposed to be there for you. I’m sorry…

And he looks up, finally looking you in the eye for the first time since you’ve seen each other in 10 years. Really look. He sees your jaw quiver and promptly grabs your hand, squeezing it firmly.

He blinks back the tears brimming in his eyes. “Thank you, Anna.”

And just like that, you know he understands. He knows exactly what you meant to say, and it’s enough. You both understand.

And there you are. Sitting on his bedroom floor, your heads leaning against each other as you hold hands through the tears and the sorrow. Grown up. Different.

“And… cut!” Jane, the director, calls out clearly. Definitively.

The little rehearsal studio swells back into life, as everyone in the room takes a deep, sobering breath. The casting director wipes a tear from her eye and smiles sheepishly at the assistant director who’s recording the screen test. There are cheers and applauds, but it all feels surreal.

Barry, the amazing actor playing opposite you, turns to look at you with a big, open grin in surprise and insane disbelief.

“Fucking hell, thank you so much, Y/N,” he beams at you, nudging your knee with his knuckles, and you’d just realized that you’re still holding hands.

And what’s crazier is that neither of you let go. The two of you just lie there in a daze, laughing at the ridiculousness of doing that little emotional scene with a perfect stranger.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew at this moment that this is it. You and Barry and this story you brought to life together… everything falls perfectly into place.

“What drew you into this project?” another interviewer asks later on in the day.

You pause thoughtfully, but Barry chuckles next to you.

“I… didn’t have to get ripped or become a psycho for the role.”

“Oh, come on. You love doing all of that!” you roll your eyes.

“It’s the age, man. I’m getting old now, I appreciate the little things in life a little more…” he feigns a grimace, which prompts another laugh from both of you. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“It’s a very raw and intimate story,” you swiftly bring the focus back to the interview, “It’s almost like a play, really. And it’s just… such a private moment of people’s lives, and it’s really interesting to dive into that.”

Barry, now back to serious mode, nods in agreement. “Yeah, and to find the perfect people to do it with —our director Jane and this woman right here— it’s quite remarkable, too.”

“Aww…” you coo, nudging his elbow and making moony eyes at him, and he makes moony eyes right back at you, leaning his head on your shoulders and cackling like a dork.

He sits stiffly on the driver’s seat of the car, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes fixed forward even as the crew adjusts the lights. You can feel the tension radiating off of him from the driver’s seat, and you place a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, dude. You wanna take a walk?” you smile softly. “I think we’re getting cabin fever here.”

He takes a deep breath and with his exhale, he releases the steering wheel and rolls back his shoulders. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You step out of the car and immediately shudder at the cold gust of late night air. “Hey, Barry and I are gonna stretch our legs a bit, alright?” you wave at Ella, the 1st AD, across the field, earning a quick thumbs up in return.

The two of you make your way towards the edge of the woods, hands stuffed in your coat, shoulders hunched from the cold. You’ve spent a good part of the night playing out the argument scene, screaming at each other and the fatigue is starting to get to him. Lines get flubbed and pockets of emotions slipping away and technical difficulties, leading to (quite frankly) shit takes.

“I need to get out of me head,” he groans, gripping his hair like he can pluck the intrusive thoughts away.

“It’s all good, man. You got this,” you try to reassure him, while still giving him plenty of space to move around.

He keeps pacing back and forth, even jumping on his feet a few times to shake off his anxious energy. You’ve seen this a few times now over the three weeks you’ve been filming, but now, at the pinnacle scene of the movie, you feel like you need to step in.

“Barry.” you hold his arms firmly, stopping him in his motion

And he does. Eyes wide and alert. “Yeah?”

You cup his cheeks with both hands. You don’t miss how he jumps at the cold, but relaxes almost immediately at how it cools down his red flush. “Fucking breathe, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” he puts his hands over yours, for warmth. For reassurance. For companionship, moving one of your hands onto his chest, like you’re cooling down his heart as well, as you breathe in and out with him.

You’re lucky it’s not the other way around, because your heart just about jumps out of your ribcage at that shift. “I’m gonna try something. Can I try something with you?”

“Be my guest,” he immediately replies. At this point, he’s willing to leave his life at your hands with no hesitation.

You let go of him, and for a fleeting moment, you partly regret not staying close and connected for longer. But you put your game face on and straighten up.

“Alright. Hold your hand out like this.”

He lets you flip his hands over, palms facing up. Far be it for him to complain if your hand lingers a little too much and caresses him from wrist to fingertip before she lets go.

“Close your eyes.”

And he does. For a moment, there’s just his breath —and yours, fogging up the air. The crickets and the leaves whispering close by. The film crew chattering and working tuned out of his mind. And then…

SMACK!

“Motherfucker!” his eyes snap open as your palms come down hard on his, burning heat spreads all the way down his spine. He finds you in front of him, shaking off the stinging sensation, too.

“Snaps you right out of it, right?” you breathlessly chuckle. “Whoo, that burns.”

“Yeah, no shit.” he opens and closes his palms. But something changes in his posture as he goes; it’s very subtle, but the jittery Barry subsides into the calm, quiet energy of Ben. “It’s… kind of working, though. Wanna go back?”

“Sure, let’s go.” you nod, excited and at ease to get back into the scene at the same time.

You let him walk ahead of you, allowing you some room to wave to Ella and gesture, he’s good to go. Let’s roll. Careful to not set him off or bring him out of that headspace again.

But he slows down, opens his arm to wrap it around your shoulders as the two of you walk back to the set.

“I see what you’re doing,” he chimes in quietly. With a glance, he smiles at you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I might just fuck up my lines after this.” Your arm finds his waist, pulling yourself closer to him until you’re attached at the hip with him.

He opens the car door for you before walking over to his side. The crew shuffles around to get ready for the take; hair and makeup doing their final touches, the script supervisor reminding you where your hand goes and how you sit, the clapper slides in front of the windshield to bring the slate in.

Even with tens of people around you, this work gets lonely sometimes. You spend most days in your head, digging out the most vulnerable parts of you to tell this story. To have Barry next to you, going through the same thing –knowing he’d do the same for you as you did for him earlier is… such a comfort.

You close your eyes and imagine having this feeling with this person for as long as you can remember –this feeling of home more than a house to live in or family to live with. Just this boy, and his blue eyes and his cheeky smile and his hand on yours.

Of course, you still want that home. You want him, in every which way you can get him. Especially since the previous night that you spent together. Where you had all of him. The tinge of ache starts in your throat, and you draw a slow breath, willing it to spread deeper into your chest, your core. Your fingertips, that are dying to reach out to him.

But you’ve lost the right to reach out now. It’s been 10 years and he is not your home anymore. Nor he wants to be. Maybe. And the thought hurts you to the bone.

“And… action!”

“Did you guys know each other before this project?”

The two of you shake your heads, both amused, watching the look of surprise on the interviewer’s face.

“We had maybe 5 minutes worth of chatting before our screen test!” you laugh incredulously.

“We kind of just met, said ‘hi, nice to meet you, big fan’, and then went straight into, you know, the scene,” he explains, but then adds quietly, “But it was special, though.”

You don’t look up, but you can picture the soft gaze in his eyes. Instead, you just nod diplomatically in agreement. Your arm, which perches on the armrest, presses against his like a little reassurance that you’re there. You acknowledge what he’s saying.

Thankfully, the interviewer doesn’t catch it (or if they do, they don't address it), because the next thing they say is,

“That’s amazing because you had to play best friends. How did you guys build that chemistry?”

You speak up first. “Well, we spent quite a long time –after we were cast– to get to know each other and talk about the history of our characters…”

“But also we filmed in a really small village. There wasn’t much to do. We just hung out a bunch,” Barry jumps in as he opens his water bottle. “So, yeah. We became really good mates.”

It’s a night off after six long days of filming in the middle of nowhere, and the two of you are stuck in your hotel during a thunderstorm. It would’ve been a bummer not to go out… if only you weren’t so darn comfortable, lounging in his bed, sharing a packet of gummy bears while watching Crazy Stupid Love on Netflix.

Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone are doing the legendary Dirty Dancing lift on the screen. It’s hilarious and ridiculous, and sure enough, it’s the exact moment where the sparks start to fly and they have their romantic kiss.

“Mm, classic.” Barry absently hums.

Your eyebrows furrow at him. “What do you mean, classic? Who does that in real life?”

He tilts his head to the side, pursing his lower lip. “I mean, I can.”

”Pfft, please.”

“I’m serious! You want me to prove it?” He's already making his way out of the bed, standing ready in his grey sweatpants and worn Oasis t-shirt.

“I am not gonna let you break my neck over your ego, Barry.” You pull him back to bed by the hem of his shirt. “Besides, that can’t be your move.”

“Why not?“ he throws himself back on the bouncy mattress, chin jutting out in defiance.

“Because!” you motion at the TV, “you’re taking a page out of a Ryan Gosling movie!”

He laughs. “Okay, okay. My thing is… much more lowkey than that.”

“Yeah?”

“I’d seduce them with… overpriced minibar snacks,” he picks up the packet and pops a gummy bear into his mouth, stealing a cheeky glance your way, “let ‘em pick the movie and take over my bed and my Netflix…”

“Is that right?” You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, coolly, to hide your racing heart. Banters that border on flirting are common with Barry, but it has never been addressed so openly like this.

Or maybe you’ve just never had the time or courage to face it head on.

“Mm-hm.” he shifts closer to you, tucking his arm underneath the pillow, and you find yourself mirroring his position.

“And then what?” you find yourself lowering your voice, just slightly above a whisper. Not wanting to overwhelm this closeness between you.

He chews on his lower lips, like he’s anxious, and sighs. “And then I just hope to God that… you don’t find Ryan Gosling more interesting than me.”

“Tsk, compared to you? Never.” your eyes light up in mischief, lips pulling into an easy smile.

He smiles so hard, his eyes crinkle to a close, but as it dwindles down, it turns sheepish. Shy, almost, if the rosy flush on his cheeks is anything to go by. “Fuck, I really like you.”

Your heart grows about three sizes, but you keep yourself calm with all your might. “Is that you talking, or is it Ben?” you ask, only half-joking because the other half is absolutely terrified that this is just the euphoria of filming.

“Is that you asking, or is it Anna?” he replies. In humor. But also in earnest.

“Maybe it’s both,” you shrug, then look at him expectantly.

“I thought it was a… movie magic, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing— when we did the screen test. But then I got to know you, and…” he trails off, shaking his head.

It’s quiet. You know exactly what he’s talking about. All the conversations that last through the day, into the night, as you talk about your fictional characters so much that you feel like you’ve lived in their shoes. The way his own real life stories have been imprinted on yours, even though they never crossed paths once. How his presence near you has felt like second nature to you.

How badly you yearn for him to be closer.

The tension all but crackles between you, but at the same time, the heat feels nice. It feels perfect. You don’t even realize your legs are tangled up in each other, or that your nose is an inch away from colliding with his. You summon all the courage to close in on him, and then…

Some raucous noise and music blares through the TV and it makes you both jump out of your skin. Barry sits up scrambling for the remote, turning it off, and the little wake-up call sobers you up a little.

“Aw, fuck.” you lean back against the pillow.

“What, what is it?” his face, his voice, his shoulders square up –worried that the novelty has faded and the moment has passed.

“Can’t believe your stupid move worked, oh my God…” you pinch the bridge of your nose in feigned disappointment and full melodrama.

He relaxes, letting his body flop on top of you despite your little groan. “Admit it, you like me.” he tickles at your wrist, trying to get you to look at him.

“Well, you like me first, so…” you smile, patting his cheek smugly.

He makes a face to mock you, and you make a similar face to mock him, somehow, somewhere along the way, your lips find their way to each other. It’s the first time you’ve ever kissed, and somehow… it doesn’t feel like it. His lips feel just right, just as you imagined. The way his hand caresses your face. How his skin feels under the pads of your fingers.

Soft. Warm. Inviting.

“So what’s your move, then?” he murmurs into your lips, your cheek, your jaw. Hot and teasing on your skin.

“Well, it’s not so much of a move, more like a…” you twirl random strands in his hair as you pause, “…combination of my wit and sex appeal.”

“You’re such a nerd, I love it.” he nibbles at your earlobe, a little chuckle humming low in his chest.

“Yeah? Is that doing it for you?” you bite your lip, overdramatic, as you grind your hips into his.

It’s a silly mix of giggles and moans and it really shouldn’t be sexy. Not when you’re taking the mick out of each other while you’re making out in ratty sleepwear and God knows what kind of underwear you’ve put on. But you move with the familiarity of old lovers. There is no uncertainty in the deepening of the kiss. No hesitation in the treading of your hands all over each other’s bodies. Unfazed by clothes getting tugged off and stuff getting brushed off the bed –nevermind the crinkles of plastic wrappers, nor the limbs getting caught in the way.

He hovers over you for a moment, admiring the view of you undressed underneath him. Tits splayed out, nipples diamond hard. Thighs closing and ever so slightly dragging at his crotch. A little smile tugs on one corner of his lips as something catches his eye.

“Bananas and peaches, huh?” he remarks, no doubt about the cheeky panties you’re wearing. “Bit on the nose, don’t you think?”

“What can I say? It’s my lucky charm—” the words die on your lips as he trails his along your chest. Hungry mouth and sly fingers plucking and devouring the sensitive buds on top.

And he’s there for quite a while; seemingly happy to keep his mouth occupied and find ways to make you whiny and needy for him. But before long, his hand gets antsy, and he moves to take the obstructing fabric off of you.

Of course, it’s not Barry if he’s not being a shithead about it.

“I gotta say,” he lifts the panties with his forefinger, studying the patterns, “This is really cute. I might just steal this off of you.”

“What, and then wear it?”

He grins. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.” he throws it to the side and returns to kiss you on the mouth.

It’s sweet and intimate and entirely too short as your lips fall open the moment his finger grazes your wet folds. You gasp a little when he glides so easily along your slit.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, arching into his touch as he starts drawing circles on your clit.

He kisses you everywhere. Your lips, your shoulders, your breasts. His mouth seems to make a home out of every inch of skin he can find. Drawing your little sighs and drinking them in as he picks up the pace between your legs. He slides a finger into your sopping cunt so easily, he moans.

“Christ’s sake, you’re unreal,” he rasps, low and breathless. There’s no banter in his tone. Just genuine observation, and dare you say… admiration?

All thoughts go out the window when another finger enters you, coaxing and caressing your silky walls just right, and if he’s trying to find your sweet spot, he’s not in any rush. He enjoys every motion –every time you tug at his messy hair, every time you pull him in for a kiss. He swallows all your pretty sounds all for himself.

And through it all, you keep him close. Committing the feeling of his back muscles on your palms to memory. The way his forehead rests on yours. The way he kisses –and God, doesn’t he kiss you like heaven. Plays you and makes you fall apart like heaven, too. The euphoric heat spreads from your core to the rest of your body, but you feel… calm. At ease.

Perfect.

“Shit, you’re… I…” he brushes his nose against yours, his sweats-clad stiffness rubbing your thigh.

“Shut up and get your dick inside me now,” you slur nonchalantly.

His eyes darken, taken aback by your words that he no longer has anything to say. He just hurriedly pushes his sweatpants off and lets his beautiful cock spring free.

You flip him onto his back, straddling his lithe waist. “Told ya. It’s my wit-slash-sex-appeal combo.”

Barry laughs breathlessly, hands snaking up your sides, his blue eyes marveling up at you in wonder.

A little lazy giggle escapes from your lips as you spread your wetness all over his length, stroking him until he’s nice and slick, sinking him into your tight little cunt. You pull yourself nearly all the way off of him, and plunge him back in, and you nearly black out. Watching him melt into the bed from how impossibly close, impossibly delicious he is with you.

You find the perfect pace to ride his cock. And he meets you halfway, hips canting up and hands keeping your hips in place. His dark locks a disheveled mess and blue eyes heavy, lips pink and spent from kisses. A breathtaking sight on top of the perfect fit into your deepest core.

A smile breaks out from your lips. “Is this doin’ it for you?”

“You have no fucking idea.” he lets out a big exhale, pulling you back into his heaving, naked chest. Into his kiss –gentle, especially in contrast with the sharp slapping of skin clashing together filling the room.

It’s so liberating to openly want him. To clench around his cock and let the stretch fill your senses. To meet him halfway when he thrusts up into you so eagerly. You didn’t realize how much you had deprived yourself of that —you never even admitted how your mind lingers on the way he leaned into your shoulder or wrapped his arm around your waist or whatever the hell he was doing that made your heart skip a beat that day.

And now, without the cameras and the crew, the two of you chase after your wanting and pull each other closer to your highs. You bounce on his cock without a single care, but the need for that burst of warmth from your pussy again. And to have him fill you up to the brim. God, what bliss.

“I’m so close… right there— fuck…” You tuck your head in the crook of his shoulder, tasting the sheen of sweat on his skin.

And he wraps his arms around you, gently turning you on your back so he’s on top. With a kiss, he murmurs, “I’ve got you, darling girl. I’ve got you.”

His weight on top of you feels grounding, but the swelling ache in your core grows overwhelming. He thrusts into you, deep and purposeful, his silver chain hanging off of his neck and dangling on your chest. He wets his thumb in his mouth and sneaks it where your bodies meet, right on your clit. He strokes on along with the motion of his hips, his blue eyes unwaveringly locked into yours —pleading and searching and finding at the same time.

You fall apart with his name on your lips, clenching and convulsing around him so hard that you feel his release himself inside you. Grasping and groaning in pleasure. All for you.

And for the longest time, you just stay there. Still and wrapped up in each other as you catch your breath. As the world comes back into vision. Into reality.

“Well,” you run your hands through his hair, “Filming the sex scene tomorrow is gonna be… an experience.”

The two of you break out in a fit of giggles, over the sheer absurdness of this whole situation. The frenzy. The melancholy, as it dies down.

“Don’t— don’t go anywhere just yet,” you say quietly, your hand soft but sure on his waist.

And he understands what you mean perfectly. You just want this to yourself for tonight, and so does he. So he kisses your lips ever so softly. And your cheek and your nose and your forehead. “I won’t.”

“Was it hard doing the romantic scenes? I mean, you guys even had –very beautiful and emotional, might I add– sex scenes in it.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “It’s the worst. Barry’s the worst! He keeps laughing and messing up takes and I’m just here like, ‘can we wrap this up, please? I’m just wearing pasties here– it’s cold!’”

Meanwhile, the man in question is keeling in his seat, dying with laughter, not even denying your strong accusations.

The lights are low and he is hunched over, curling up into himself, sniffling into your bare shoulder. And all you can do is just hold him. Hold him because this might be your last chance before you fly back to New York, to your old life, and leave this –leave him in your distant memory.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not sure if I have the ability… like if I’ve ever really truly loved anyone.” you feel the crease in his forehead on your skin. And then a drop of tear. “Or if I’ve ever really been loved.”

“Okay, now you’re being dramatic.” You instantly pull up his face to look at him. Smiling fondly, comfortingly at him as he fights back his sobs.

“Am I?” he remarks lamely.

You nod, and for a split second, amidst the chaos of your tumultuous relationship, things become clear. And these words flow out from your lips with no pretense,

“I love you. And I always have, in my own… deranged way. And you love me in your own complicated way. And you’ll always love me.”

And with that, he can finally breathe easy. He nuzzles your nose with his own and caresses your face like it’s the most precious thing he’ll ever have. You feel like a child again. Things are simple, and there’s nobody to prove anything to. Just you and your best friend that you adore with all your heart.

“CUT!” the director calls out.

Neither of you move –neither of you want to– and when you do, it’s out of necessity more than anything else. They call it a wrap and there’s applause and cheering and high-fives and backing out quietly into your trailer, but it all feels like an out-of-body experience.

Why they chose that particular scene as the last ever to shoot is beyond you. You feel like an old wound cut open again and you need a moment to recover. A long indefinite moment to just breathe and sort out the situation in the movie and in real life between you and Barry and—

There’s a knock on the door.

You sigh and answer halfheartedly, “Who is it?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

You could recognize that voice anywhere now. The one that has been home to you for the past two months. And the next thing you know, you’re rushing over towards the door.

And there he stands. Still wearing the thick bathrobe the PA put on him earlier, hunched over in the cold autumn air.

Barry smiles smally. “Can I come in?”

There’s only one obvious answer to that, and you stepping aside to let him into your trailer is enough.

He closes the door behind him. Acutely aware of how jittery you are, even as you stand still, staring out the window with your hands on the edge of the kitchenette counter.

You feel him standing behind you. His forehead slowly rests on the back of your head. Chest flush against your back. Arms snaking around your waist. And it’s oh so easy to just melt into his embrace.

“Are we okay?” he whispers faintly, carefully.

“Yeah.” you caress the strong hand that rests on your stomach. “Just… art imitating life.”

His hug tightens around you, as if in reassurance. “I know.”

You turn around to face him, throwing your arms around him, kissing him with all your might. There’s no more parts to play, lines to deliver. There’s just you and him. And it scares the fuck out of you because you don’t know how long this will last.

But then he says, “Come home with me,” and you’re fighting back tears.

“What?”

“Come home with me,” he repeats. “Just for a couple weeks. Just… until we’re called to an audition or work or, or, or–”

He trails off, but you understand him perfectly. Come home and be with me until we grow old, or grow out of each other, whenever that may be. That’s all he asks for, and that’s all you need. So you cup his face in your hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks, kissing him so tenderly, and you say,

“Okay. Take me home.”

[botanicalbarnes]

Sweet!

#7 and #39 sounds so good with Druig?!??

Spar with me

Summary: Druig agrees to train with you. But it doesn’t go the way you thought it would.

Pairing: Druig x F!Eternal!Reader

Prompt/box filled:“Please don’t stop.” and “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

Warnings: 18+, Smut(Oral{F! Recieving}, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected penetrative sex{m+f}, multiple orgasms, praise kink, petnames{darling, good girl, my love, etc})

word count: 3.6k

A/N: Thank you @redheadspark for requesting this! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long but thanks for being patient with me. Thus is my first Druig smut and first smut in a while so please be gentle lol. Poorly edited. And Happy Birthday to @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan !!

Masterlist

The air felt heavy around you like it was working against you. With every swish and slash of your sword, with every stab and plunge of your dagger, you felt the way you cut through it. Your hair came more undone with every movement, flowing loosely and echoing your movements lazily.

Thena dodged then lunged her golden weapons towards you. The tip of her blade cut shallowly along your cheek. A thin stream of blood trailed from the cut and you smiled. Thena smiled mischievously as you raised your hands in defeat.

“Ok.” Your breath came in pants. “I think that was enough for today yea?”

“Same time tomorrow?” You nodded and she smiled before walking away. Only then did you notice a certain someone in the doorway. You were drenched in sweat after a few hours of sparring with Thena.

“Don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.” Druig winked at you smugly. He punctuated his words by popping a potato chip into his mouth with a light crunch.

You scoffed and grinned. It was just like him to tease you like this. He does this whenever he can, making your cheeks burn and butterflies flutter. He had to know what he was doing to you every time. There was no way he didn’t after centuries.

You walked towards him holding his gaze. “You really should train with Thena. We all need to sharpen our skills from time to time.” You stopped a few steps away from him.

“How about I train with you instead? I see how you fight, you're just as good a warrior as Thena. If I have to get back into fighting how I used to, I think you’d be the best to spar with.”

His hair was getting longer and was dipping lower, a few strands falling in front of his beautiful eyes. You had the strong urge to just push it out of the way so it wouldn’t tickle his brow. You wanted to touch him. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted him.

You had definitely been staring too long, you realized. “Sure. Whenever you want, you know where to find me. I should… umm… go? To my room. Because I need to shower and stuff ya know?” You knew you sounded dumb and he eyed you with a smirk. Damn him and his smug face. You pointed offhandedly towards the hallway of the domo towards your room before ducking your head and walking off cheeks burning.

***

The hot water ran down your face and body, soothing your aching muscles. You turned to let it pelt your back warmly. A soft moan escaped your lips feeling the relief of the tension built up over hours.

Wrapping a towel around your body, you stepped out of the shower, your hair dripping water all over the cold stone floors. The mirror was fogged and drops of condensation began to race down its length. You opened the door joining your room to the bathroom to step through. The cold air hits your exposed skin, making chills run through you and covering you in goosebumps.

Cosmic energy flows through your hands as you summon the air around you through your hair with one hand while with the other you draw the water out. You let the droplets swirl in the air around your hand beautifully.

Afterward, you don’t even bother getting dressed before collapsing into your soft bed, nuzzling into your sheets. You relaxed feeling the silky fabric against your bare skin. It slid away from your breasts, along your thighs, the curve of your ass and your back as you shifted.

You tossed and turned for a few minutes. Nothing was explicitly wrong, but that feeling of discomfort in any position kept gnawing at you relentlessly. That familiar need started to build deep inside you. If you couldA familiar warm need slowly spread in you, almost imperceptibly. On instinct, your fingers made their way down, gently brushing your torso on their way down.

As usual, the thought of one person didn’t leave your mind. When your fingers dipped inside you, a moan bubbled out of you, feeling your soft wet cunt around them. Your thumb pressed down on your clit making you suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

Your other hand came up to your chest, gently massaging your full breast and tugging at the nipple between your index and thumb. You were increasingly sensitive all over. The moans that were at first soft and quiet whimpers were now high-pitched whines and breathy gasps. With every small arch of your back off the mattress, his name fell past your lips in a desperate plea for more.

***

Druig’s POV

“She said she needed a shower, she probably fell asleep or something. Trust me, if she’s hungry she’ll get up and eat, no matter what time it is.” Druig told Thena in the kitchen. “Speaking of Y/N, do you mind if I train with her tomorrow?”

Thena didn’t bother answering, she just looked him up and down and raised a brow. “Fine. I’ll do your chores for a week.”

She glanced quizically at him, “Why do you want this so much? You know instead of stealing my training partner you should just tell her how you feel…” She thought about it for a moment. “But if you insist on doing my chores who am I to stop you. I’ll help Makkari tomorrow instead.”

Druig thanked Thena and grabbed some snacks to take to his room. He was still stuffing his pockets as he neared your door.

He thought about knocking for a second in case you were up and weren’t busy. Before he could decide on what to do, he heard something from your room that stopped him in his tracks. He froze and he even stopped chewing the bread he had just put in his mouth. His eyes were wide as he tried to listen. He knew he shouldn’t, that he should just go to his room like he was planning in the first place. But he couldn’t tear his feet from the floor.

It couldn’t be what he thought. But then again it couldn’t be anything else. And he sure as hell didn’t want it to be anything else either.

“Druig” You moaned again. That… he thought, that he heard very clearly. The sound came muffled through the wall but fuck. It was more than enough to make his pants a lot more restricting. He could hear your moans getting louder and the way your breath hitched when you panted and gasped his name.

He wished more than anything that he could see you. To see what was going on in that beautiful head of yours. It was a line he wouldn’t cross. But damn it all if he didn’t want to. He wanted to taste you on his tongue and feel your cunt pulling him deeper. He needed it. Needed to smell the sex in the air and hear you beg for more of him.

He listened to you plead and whine and he knew he needed to get out of there. If he didn't he might just burst or tear the door down to fuck you himself.

He could hear Makkari's light footsteps coming down the hall from behind him. He had to practically rip himself away from your door. But he couldn't rip the thought of you from his head.

***

Your POV

Druig stood against the back wall of the training room. His back and foot pressed to it. Something was different, you thought. He looked more smug than usual but it was more than that. You decided it was probably nothing and kept walking towards him. “Have you seen Thena? She’s usually early.”

“I actually asked her to let me take her place today. Is that… ok?” You nodded shyly.

“Stretch then get your weapons. I prefer knives if that helps.” You grinned and winked at him. “I’ll go easy on you.” You met him in the center of the room a little bit later. “How was your morning?” Stepping closer you swung your leg out and around him. He stumbled and almost fell, clearly unprepared. You passed your knife to your other hand swiftly and pressed it to his back quickly but softly as he composed himself.

“It was good. Had some cereal, sent some messages across the galaxy, the usual. Got a pressing a dagger to my back, nowhere I’d rather be.” You scoffed, dropped your hand to your side, and smiled.

“You ready now?” Druig nodded and turned on his heel, this time ready to dodge your attack.

You were able to trade weapons between hits and attacks once or twice. You went to thrust your knife forward but he ducked out of the way, sliding slightly along the floor. You swiped your smallest knife from the pocket on your thigh. Your hand went back and you hear a small but sharp intake of breath. Druig’s hand came up and took your ankle, pulling as he went making you slam against the floor. You stood quickly, the taste of metal on the tip of your tongue as you swiped it along your bottom lip. You rubbed the couple drops of blood off your lip and eyed Druig. You tilted your head down but kept your eyes fixed on his. His was angled up at you as you both circled the floor slowly. A thin stream of blood trailed from his brow and onto his cheekbone.

“Sounded like you were having fun last night.” Druig smirked and he got a look in his eyes that made your body run cold. He-he couldn’t know. He hadn’t been in your head, not like that, you knew that much. You let your guard down, your mind racing with possibilities of what he could have meant.

He came at you, taking one of your knives, and making you drop the other. His hand came up and took a gentle hold on your neck while the other held the dagger against the side of your back. His breath fanned out across the back of your neck and ear. Your eyes fell shut and you breathed heavily taking in the feeling and his proximity.

“And…I think about you too.” He spoke softly into your ear. You couldn’t move for a second, trying to process what he said. He heard you moaning his name while you touched yourself. And not just that… He did it too. That’s what he was saying.

You put your hand over his on your neck and after a moment of just feeling it, you pulled it away, twisting it lightly as you tried to get control again.

Instead, he took hold of your wrists, pushing you against the wall in the struggle for dominance and pinning them over your head. The room stopped spinning. The whole world stood still. His eyes held yours until for a split second they didn't, flickering instead to your parted lips. "Say you want me, and I’m yours." His eyes begged you to say something. To tell him you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

You opened your mouth further to speak, letting your gaze drop to his. You wanted to say 'Yes, Gods yes, I want you.' But you couldn't make the words leave you. Instead, you pushed yourself off the wall as much as you could with your hands pinned and captured his lips with yours.

You swallowed the small sound of surprise from Druig. For just a second he didn't respond to you, a little too taken aback to react. But he then dropped your wrists and his hands came to your cheek and the back of your neck, holding you and pulling you closer into him.

The hand held to your cheek slides down to your hip and grabs you tight. He tugs your hips closer to his and you rock yours against his on instinct. You feel him grow against you while he groans into the kiss. Your fingers tangle through his hair and you pull. He gasps against your open mouth letting your tongue into his. His taste was so uniquely him, it was intoxicating.

The feeling of his tongue moving against yours made him growl against you. This was unlike anything you’d felt. It was all-consuming. It shattered all realities you knew.

Druig started trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth down your jaw then to your neck. He got harsher and more violent with every kiss; not that you were complaining though. Your moans didn’t stop as he sucked and bit at your neck.

“God Please don’t stop. Druig please.” You gasped. It only spurred him on and he bit into the dip of your collar. You grabbed his shoulders and turned him so his back was against the wall. His arms circle you and his large hands travel down the curves of your waist and grab handfuls of your ass. He lifts you the tiniest bit for you to get the hint before lifting you again, this time your legs wrapping around him.

His lips leave your cleavage just long enough for your shirt to come up over your head. You grab the bottom of his and yanked it up his torso. “You’re wearing way too much Druig. I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“So are you, I fucking want you so bad Y/N.” He bites back.

Before you know it, your sports bra is across the room, his pants are tossed against the wall, and the rest of your clothes are scattered at a reachable distance from where you lay pinned under Druig right there in the training hall.

Bruises start to form along your breast from his previous attentions. Druig takes a full breast in his hand and massages it just hard enough your back arches off the floor slightly. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and he swallows your whines. Moments later, his fingers are replaced by his teeth and tongue scraping and sucking lightly, switching every so often between breasts.

One hand finds yours and laces his fingers tightly together with yours. His nips and sucks trail down your chest and torso, coming to your sensitive stomach. His hair tickles your skin more and more the lower he goes. The way he bites you then soothes the spot with flicks of this tongue has your arousal pooling even more the closer he gets to where you want him most. You prop yourself up on your elbows, just to get a better look at Druig while he goes down on you.

His big hands hold your legs open, pulling you to him and bringing then over his shoulders. With one last smirk and soul-piercing stare, his head dives in between your thighs. You cry out when his tongue puts pressure on your clit. He starts slow, lapping at your clit and flicking with his tongue.

You let your legs wrap around his head, holding him against you. Druig’s moaning around your clit and the feeling makes your hips start to buck, grinding yourself on his face. “I need more of you”, you hear him grunt out hastily before plunging his tongue into your dripping heat. You knew you were being too loud, that the doorless room was a perfect accident waiting to happen, but you honestly couldn’t care less.

The sounds of slurps and wet kisses bounced around the room. The wild abandon of his attentions was making you crazy, you pushed his head into you more, making him go harder and deeper in and out of your entrance with his tongue.

He looked sinful and depraved when he takes his mouth off you. His spit and your slick covered his lips and his chin and he looked up at you with a wicked grin and look in his eyes. The sight was almost as good as how he was making you feel.

Once again, he finds your clit, sucking and moaning around it. He licks hungrily at it, your cried spurring him on. Just when you thought it couldn’t feel better to have his mouth on you, he adds his fingers to the mix.

The sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you while he devours you all at once, his stormy eyes boring into yours, makes your head fall back. You bite your lip and whine feeling the familiar tightening of the coil inside you.

“Oh yeah, there’s a good girl. I’ll take such good care of you my beautiful Y/N. That’s it.” Hearing his words makes pathetic whines leave your throat. Druig’s praise sends you over the edge. Your vision goes blurry and you shake around Druig. Without having realized it, your elbows slid from under you so you lay writhing and moaning out Druig’s name.

Gently, he set your legs down off his shoulders and kissed gently up your body again. You circled your arms around his shoulders and tangled your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He chuckled softly seeing your hazy gaze. You giggled with a content smile, eyes closing as he lowered his face to yours. You could taste yourself on him and hum softly.

“You did so good for me my love. You think you can cum again for me darling?” You nodded, feeling awake and wanting again. The head of his cock was already resting on your slit. You could feel its heat and the way it throbbed for you.

“Druig, please. I want you so bad. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this.” His hand went down and guided the head up and down through your folds, spreading your slick arousal.

“I think I have some idea.” He replied, pushing himself all the way into your drenched cunt. “Fuck. You’re so tight beautiful.” He waits a moment, letting you adjust to his size. But the way he stretches you out makes you cling to him and roll your hips onto his.

He set a hard but loving pace, groaning with every thrust while you whimper and gasp. You felt whole and deliciously full now after so many lonely nights of feeling that hunger for him. Now that you have him, you want him to ruin you.

Druig’s head turns to bury his face against your neck. His breath fans out across your skin between soft nips and kisses. This was nothing like how you imagines. Your fantasies were nowhere near how good it felt to have him burried inside you. “Please Druig” you mewl, “I want more. Please. Harder.” His cock throbs inside you and he growls. His thrusts start to get more eratic and quick. Your eyes are screwed shut and tears threaten to spill from them from pure pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it little one, You’re squeezing me so good.” He seethes. He’s holding himself back, you notice. Pressure starts to build again in your belly. Your legs wrapped around him pull him in and his head comes up again so he can look at you. He can see the way your eyes are begging him for more, for him to spill himself inside you while you chant him name. He twitches inside you, his hips stuttering the tinyest bit as he goes faster.

Seeing him struggle to keep his composure and his resolve to make you loose yourself before himself tips you over the edge. You’re entire body convulses as you clench around Druig. He keeps going and watches your features contort softly and your mouth hang open in a loud cry.

He only keeps going though, drawing out your orgasm before he ruts into you harder than ever before and empties himself deep inside you. He practiclaly melts against you, his head droping against your shoulder again, leaving small kisses absently onto your skin.

You don’t know how long you just lay there together, just savoring the moment, wondering if all that was real and had truely happened, or if it was just a cruel dream you’d wake from wanting him. After what seemed like a small eternity, you sat up together, collecting the clothes within your reach lazily and pulling it on with a satisfied smile.

Druig stood and held out a hand to you. “M’lady?” You took his hand and stood, inches apart from him. “If that happens everytime we spar together, I’ll have to join you more often. I woulda done it years ago if I’d known.” You pressed your forhead to his chest and giggled. “You hungry?”

“Mhm. Let’s get all our clothes on before we go out there though.” You drag yourself away from him to get fully dressed, looking up at him quizzically while you bent down to pick up your leggings. “What are the chances they didn’t hear anything?”

Druig laughs heartily, “Almost non-existent but we can hope right?” Once dressed he takes your hand and you lean your head against his shoulder as you walk out towards the kitchen.

Makkari and Thena are sitting at the small table there wearing twin smug expressions and popping blueberries into their mouths. Makkari has her legs propped up on the table, leaning back in her chair. “About damn time! Thena thought you wouldn’t get to it for another century. I just won a bet.” She signed.

Thena pushed her bowl forward on the table. “Watching you both pine for seven thousand years was exhausting. Just don’t be too loud. And keep your “sparring” in your rooms, away from my training hall, you freaks.”

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[redheadspark]

Could I get a 20 with Barry Keoghan please. Feeling like Barry needs a little love

A/N - AWWWW. How cute is this for Barry! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

This is PURE FICTION, his prompt has nothing to do with Barry's personal life! :)

Lullaby

Summary - Barry gives you the best night of your life while you wait for news

Warnings - Just some cute fluff with Barry :)

"Barry, what else do you have planned?"

"Not gonna tell you, Luv. How about you come into bed with me and we can chat,"

You peered over your shoulder at Barry, seeing him perched on the bed and watching you with intrigue as you were stripping off your dress and then getting on your pajamas. You were still feeling rather warmed and light-hearted from the entire evening, all thanks to Barry. He planned the entire evening for you, not just because he loved you and you two were in a committed relationship together. He knew you were stressed.

Waiting on some important news.

You hated waiting on news, you would rather know then and there. Being patient when it comes to something big in your life was not your forte, and Barry was the one who taught you how to be patient. He was a pro at it, he had to be thanks to his career as an actor. You were amazed at how calm he would be waiting on an audition, hearing if he got a job or if he was rejected, he's done it for some time it was routine for him. Although he was getting more traction with his career in both mega movies and indie films, you were always on his arm and giving him all your support.

He was the same for you in your own job and your own personal life. You worked behind the scenes on film sets and behind the computer as an AD. That's how you two met and got together, meeting on the set of Eternals as you were passing each other on set. He claimed you got his eye first, though he caught yours with his striking blue eyes and laugh. On the last day of filming, he asked you for your number. Seeing him flustered and rather guy made you instantly say yes and put in your number himself, which made Barry dumbstruck as you were typing your number in on his phone.

You two were an item ever since.

Barry knew you far too well, so when he saw you stressed out the past week he knew he needed to help release some of the tension for you. Now he knew you were no fan of massive presents or massive gestures of love, you were more of a homebody. So he called your boss and requested an afternoon off, meeting you on the set of a film you were working on during your lunch and whisking you away for a getaway vacation for the weekend.

He rented out an Airbnb along the coast with private access to the beach, already having the kitchen stocked with the food you two would need for the weekend and making sure neither one of you needed to leave the house at all. You were surprised by this, but Barry simply said that the weekend was all planned out and you never had to lift a finger.

So on the last night of your getaway, Barry took you out to go to one of the museums that you've been wanting to go to for weeks and then a romantic dinner. At every turn, Barry was showering you with love and with affection, and you felt that stress melting away moment by moment.

"What are we gonna chat about?" You asked as you slipped into bed, head on his shoulder as he was playing with your fingers with his own. He looked over at you, a small smile on his lips that seemed genuine and almost kind that was reserved for only you.

"How proud I am of you," Barry replied to you softly, his voice was low and a murmur, almost melting into the sounds of the rolling ocean outside the slightly opened door of your balcony, "You've gone through so much bein' with me and helpin' me with my own life, I wanna be able to help with yours,"

"You do," You reassured him, "You've helped me so many times by just being here with me and keeping me grounded. Especially this entire weekend, it felt like far too much--"

"Well I think it wasn't enough for you," Barry interrupted soothingly as he pressed a kiss against your head, "And I wanna tell you a story to help ya fall asleep,"

"What, like a lullaby?" You asked with a grin. He chuckled and nodded, you both then scooting down to be snuggled under the thin sheets and wrapped in each other's arms. You breathed in the cologne he wore for dinner and the small sweat along his neck, his thick finger drumming along your arms and lower back as he started to talk.

"There once was a lad named.....Benny," He said, you snorting as he kept going and trying to compose himself, "He was an okay guy, a bit cocky and far too good-looking,"

You swatted his arm as he laughed.

"But he wasn't happy. He had the best job in the world and could have anything he would ever want. He was still unhappy...and he felt like he was missing somethin' in his life. One day he was at work and he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen walking past him,"

You grinned, feeling him hold you a bit tighter as his voice changed with the story. The fluttering in your heart was now a bit bigger, almost against your skin while Barry kept talking.

"She was amazin', her smile made Benny think of the sun and her laugh was infectious," Barry explained as you kissed his cheek, "And when he talked with her, he felt like he could fly. She made him beyond happy, and he felt like the luckiest man in the world to be with her and consider her a friend. And to this day, Benny will always love her, and will always continue to love her,"

It was a simple story, and it would have been seen as silly by someone else, but you thought of it as everything. You fell asleep in his embrace, the anxiety and stress you were feeling before melting away like the rolling waves, and your love for Barry deepened.

The email you were waiting for was in your inbox the next morning, yet you've forgotten about it and never cared to read it.

The End.

Spring Prompt Session

[redheadspark]

Scene- 5. Snow Dialogue- 25. "That tree just looks sad" with Barry

Happy Writing! :)

A/N: BESTIE!!!! Giving me some Barry content to work with! Thanks my love, I'll try and deliver!

This is piggybacking off my other two Barry one shots with his fictional son Rory. This as NO affiliation with his real life family :)

Perfect

Summary: Barry is determined to get the perfect Tree for Rory's first Christmas

Warnings: Just some cuteness!

"How about this one?"

"Nope!"

"Barry, we've been looking for a good 15 minutes, and I'm afraid Rory will freeze by the time we get a decent tree!"

"Nah, he's perfectly fine! Right, nugget?"

Rory grunted as Barry while you were holding him, making you roll your eyes since your son was not helping your argument. Barry just sighed and kissed your cheek, his cold lips against your cheek gave you a slight shiver while you rearranged Rory on your hip.

"Come on, luv. We're gonna get the best tree for our first Christmas, kay?"

You nodded as he grinned widely, then scooping Rory into his arms and rearranging the massive beanie on his tiny head. Rory huffed at his father, making you laugh as Barry gave him a playful glare.

"No need for you to be a popsicle, Rory. Come help ya da get a good tree," He said to your son, walking away from you with Rory on his hip as he looked at another row of trees. You followed slowly, hands shoved in your pockets and looked at the nice trees Barry was passing by. It amused you how he was taking this rather seriously, making sure to get the perfect tree with no branch or pine needle out of place.

Making sure this Christmas was perfect.

Since Rory came into your life, Barry took his role as a father full on with no hesitation. He loved being a dad, made sure both you and Rory were taken care of. Barry took some time off of acting just to help you out and get his time in with Rory, soaking in every moment and not regretting it once. He already had a few projects lined up for him when he was going to go back, which was when Rory was around 6 months old. Until then, he would take plenty of pictures of his Instagram of Rory to show off to the world.

Yet he hated the paparazzi.

"No, not that one, that tree just looks sad," You heard Barry say to your son as he was examining a smaller tree. Rory babbled wildly in his dad's hold, making Barry smile, "I'm gonna take that as a yes,"

He was never a fan of the paparazzi to begin with, especially back when you two started dating and were out and about. It wasn't that he would go square off with them when they would catch you on a date or out in the park, but he made his distaste for them known in the pictures. You have gotten used to it, being on his arm for his premieres or traveling with him for press tours or even photoshoots.

Yet now all of that changed since you had a son to protect, and Barry was not going to play around when it came to a picture of Rory out in public without either of your consent. There was even one picture that leaked when Rory was merely a month old, you were on a stroll with your son in his pram while Barry was filming Banshee of Inisherin in Ireland. Within an hour of the photo being leaked, Barry was on the phone and was threatening to sue the magazine.

It was safe to say that the Paparazzi steered cleared of your family since then.

Now that you were out at a local Christmas Tree Lot on the first weekend of December, Barry asked the manger of the lot very kindly and with some assurance to have the lot of yourselves, donating a good amount for the lot and to the workers too. It was very kind of him, and although you thought it was a bit much he bought the whole lot's privacy for just you two and your infant baby, you also knew there was no swaying Barry when it came to his family.

"Ey, I think we found it, luv!"

You grinned as you caught up with him and Rory, looking at a 7 foot tree that was nice and wide. You smiled, placing your hand on his shoulder as he peered up at the tree.

"I like it, babe. It's a good tree," You said to him, sneaking in a kiss on his cheek as he looked down at Rory. You did too, seeing your son look at the massive tree with his big blue eyes and a look a wonder etched on his face.

"What do ya think, bub? This good for our house, eh?" Barry asked Rory, whom broke out in a massive toothless grin. He had the smile smile from his father, which made you sneak in a picture of your phone of Barry and Rory both look at the tree that was chosen. It was the perfect picture to use.

You got the tree to be hoisted on top of one of the trucks from the lot, a worker following you back to your house and delivering it for you free of charge. After the tree was finally arranged in the perfect spot in your living room, you had enough time to get the lights on the tree before Rory was out cold in your arms as you were perched on the couch.

Barry got the last of the lights up while you were watching, Barry stood back a bit with his hands on his hips as he examined the tree with a hint of pride on his face.

"It is a lovely tree you got, Barry. It looks good by the window too," You commented, "I'll have to fetch the ornament box tomorrow morning,"

Barry looked back over to see Rory fast asleep in your hold, softly snoring as you had his blanket tucked over him to keep him warm. Chuckling, Barry walked over to sit next to you, wrapping you in with one arm as you both were watching your lit Christmas tree with a moment of peace in your home.

"I wanna make sure he has a great Christmas," Barry explained to you as he looked down at Rory, a look of pride on his face as he tucked in the blanket a bit more over the sleeping baby. You loved how Barry made sure everything was right was Rory, almost switching your roles when you were the one worrying over him when he was born.

"He's already having a great Christmas thanks to you, sweetheart," You explained to him while you pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, "You're a brilliant dad to Rory, and he's lucky to have you making his life perfect,"

Barry just leaned over to kiss you sweetly, Rory nestled between you two as the twinkling lights of your tree illuminating on your faces.

The End.

Christmas Prompts

[redheadspark]

Only For You

Summary: You loved dating movie star Barry Keoghan and seeing sides of him that was only meant for you, especially his vulnerable side.

Warnings: This is a SMUT/SPICY piece. MINORS ARE NOT PERMITTED TO READ FROM HERE ON OUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

W/C: 7,970

A/N: This is my first Barry Keoghan center piece and I hope I did okay. This is purely fiction and I appreciate Barry as an actor and basic human on this planet!!

You could feel the tension in the elevator as you stood side by side, your fingers barely grazing one another, you could see it in the reflection of the elevator doors as it was taking you one floor after another.  Silence filled the small box, yet there were only two sounds heard.  One was the elevator bell when you passed every floor.

The second was the labored breathing of your boyfriend Barry next to you.

You stayed still, leaning back against the elevator wall, and merely watched the numbers going higher and higher, indicating you were getting closer to your destination and to what you both were waiting for.  The dress you were wearing was strapless and smooth, a deep blue dress that hugged the curves in the right way and flowed out to the ground. Your shoulders were bare, the extra fabric tucked in the right spots along your hips and backside to almost blend into your body as your hair was down and around your shoulders.  This dress was comfortable, sexy, and overall perfect in how you felt in it as you felt his fingers graze your palm a bit more.  You sighed, looking over at him finally to see his bright blue eyes looking right into yours.

Your boyfriend was teetering on breaking the tension, you felt it.

"Not yet, remember?" You asked softly, yet there was a twinge of coyness in your voice as he eyed you with a hint of desperation. You saw it in his bright blue eyes, the way his lips were barely in a tight line, and his fingers were still in contact with your hand.  His tux made his eyes pop and his brown hair lighten up all the more, so for you to wait as well seemed a bit more tedious than anything.  but you weren't going to show it with him, not when you knew you had the ball in your court with how this even went at his movie premiere.

You were never one to want to be in the spotlight, not a whole lot.  It seemed a bit ironic since you were dating a movie star and have been for the last 12 months or so.  Yet you wouldn't trade it, not with how happy you were with Barry.  He was insanely private and rarely made a scene in the public eye, your relationship with one another was out of the public for a good 6 or 7 months before the paparazzi found you two snuggled together in the park with his dog Koda.  

Since then, his fans wanted to know all about the mysterious girlfriend, and Barry would only give out little pieces of you to them with your permission.  When it came to his movie premieres, you would come to a handful of them and give him support, seeing how over the moon he was with how he had you on his arm, and Barry would smile widely in front of the photographers as they snapped away at the pair of you.  

Barry was smitten with you, full-on smitten and in love.

As sweet and a private person Barry was, he was also affectionate with his love for you.  He didn't mind holding your hand in public, or sneaking a kiss on your cheek when you weren't expecting it. Barry loved wrapping his arms around you from behind as you read a book, or snuggling with you in bed after he had a long day on set and needed to unwind.  He was safe enough for you to love him back, winding your arms around him as you two were sprawled on the couch with your eyes glued to a trashy reality show, or rubbing your foot against his while you two sat in a private booth at one of your favorite restaurants.  There was no need to be overly affectionate, wanting to not show that to any paparazzi or passerby.  

You both preferred to have that total and complete privacy, whether it was at your apartment or his.  And when it was just the two of you, those tendencies of hiding went away.  Long languid kisses that morphed into heavy petting, make-out sessions against the kitchen counter or on the bed, they were all amazing. It was your sacred time with Barry, and you never took it for granted.  It was all sweet and gentle, until one night.

The one night that switched everything up.

He was gone all day on set, filming Marvel's Eternals and having to leave the hotel room he was staying in a bit too early in the morning.  You were visiting and staying in his room for a few days, exploring the sites of the city during the day and doing some freelance work on your laptop while he was working. He came in that night looking rather tired, un-ceremoniously locking the hotel room behind him and slipping out of his jacket before he saw you in bed, typing away on your laptop with the TV on as white noise.  He hopped on the bed, you giggled as he snuggled into you and breathed out heavily.

"Miss ya," He mumbled in your chest as you held him close.  You two spoke for a few minutes before he started to nuzzle into you and kissed you softly, which turned into a heavy and intense makeup session.  He was hovering over you, planting kiss after kiss along your jawline and then descending them down your neck.  Every kiss felt so good against your skin, making you feel like you were melting into the bed while you clung to Barry like a lifeline.  One kiss, in particular, was near your pulse line, you sighed against his head and neatly whimpered.

"Fuck Barry…that feels so good.." You moaned into his hold and against his head.  You almost felt him stumble a bit when you said that, a whimper escaped his mouth as he was still pressing his lips against your neck.  You heard it and felt it, making you think that something was wrong with him as you felt him pull away for a split second.  He peered down at you, his eyes were insanely glazed and a bit more dilated than usual, and his breathing was shallow and short. All in all, he looked almost lost in your hold and stare.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, thinking that maybe something was wrong.  He just exhaled shakily, taking a large gulp and shaking his head as you reached up to place a hand on his cheek to feel how warm it was. He leaned into your palm, kissing the skin there and keeping his eyes on you with a smirk.

"Nothin'….nothin' at all, baby.  I just…." He paused and closed his eyes for a brief moment, "Fuck…you sayin' that it felt good…."

Somehow a smile formed on your face as he was saying this, almost sheepish to you in this heated moment.  Barry didn't mind showing his emotions on his sleeve, even as a macho kind of guy who girls would swoon over.  But with you, his guard was down and he loved more showing the more timid side of himself.  Perhaps it was because it was just you and not one else around, but he didn't mind the vulnerability.  

"You liked that?" You asked, not in a coy way but it almost sounded like it.  Barry's eyes widen slightly, almost like a trigger that you set up.  You leaned up a bit, pressing your forehead against his and keeping your eyes on him, "It's okay, you know.  You can tell me you like it, Barry,"

You didn't know what was coming over you at that moment, and how bold you were being with Barry above you and kissing you.  But perhaps you were feeling safe too, knowing that no one else was around and the hotel room was just for you two.  He brought that out in you in how he would love on you and tell you he adored you, making you think you were the best thing in his life.  Perhaps you were, and in that second you were willing to be bold too.  

"I fuckin' love it when you tell me that," he whispered, his lips moving against your palm as he confessed to you in almost a broken whisper.  You smiled, kissing his forehead and wrapping your other arm around his waist to pull him down.  The confident and sexy movie star was being so vulnerable and open with you.

"Make me feel good, Barry," You hummed against his head, hearing him fully out moan before he leaned up to kiss you hotly against your lips and melt into the bed.  

That night was massive for you two in your relationship, it was the best night of your life.  You remember waking up to an empty bed, but with a love note on Barry's pillow and a single red rose perched on the top.  You grinned, reading the note with blueing cheeks and remembering the night before so clearly.  In your wildest dreams, you never thought you would see that side of Barry, willing to bend at your will and your commands in bed and give you so much love.  It was safe to say he got off taking care of you, perhaps as a sign of wanting to let go of control and give someone else the reigns. 

You loved it, there was no doubt about that.

It never happened consistently, but when it did it felt cosmic.  Barry was putty in your hands when you worked him up the right way, watching you with his wide blue eyes as you gently and calmly told him how to love you and take care of you.  It was gentle at first, showing him where to touch you and how to kiss you and it would do it without a second thought.

"Touch me along here….right there.  That's it, Barry….fuck I love your hands…"

Then over time it grew, the gentleness was there but it was getting more intense at times.  Barry craved to follow your commands, loving to touch you where he knew you would whimper or kiss where you knew you would moan softly.  It was getting him riled up too, clearly evident with the tent on his pants when you go were going at it.  Especially when he was really tightly wound up and about to snap, sometimes after a boxing session with his trainer or an intense day on set.  He would come in, you seeing and almost seeing the tension in his shoulders and arms as locked eyes with you.  You knew what he needed and you were going to help him.  Those moments were the best for you, knowing he was going to be pliant for you as he pulled you roughly in his arms and kissed you hotly, showing you he needed you to make him let go.

Other times it was texts.  It seemed silly, but you did love sending suggestive texts to Barry when he was gone on set or in the middle of an interview during a press tour.  It was almost a thrill to catch him by surprise, meeting with him in secret after an interview, and feel him press you against the wall of an abandoned alleyway and kiss you sweetly and passionately, out of the sight of others.

"You can't get me worked up like that and think it would affect me, baby," He hummed against your neck, almost sounding like a growl as you pulled him a bit closer.  

You both made sure you were in the right headspace before you would dive into those moments together, Barry always communicated with you when he needed you to take control, or you would communicate with him.  The last thing either one of you wanted was to push it too far with one another, and you've never done so.  it was sacred and private for the pair of you, and you both craved it once in a while.  

That night after the premiere was one of those nights.  

Barry had some connections to get you a dress for the premier, a stylist and her posey came into the hotel suite you and Barry rented out for the night and they brought in the dress.  You were a bit overwhelmed with the whole process since the other premieres you've been to were smaller and more intimate.  This one was on a global scale with how much press and rave reviews it was getting, but the stylist knew how to get you ready and looking like a million bucks.  Finally, after some time in the make-up chair and getting the whole look ready, you met Barry in the lobby of the hotel.  Once he saw you come out of the elevator, his eyes went wide and a massive smile was on his face.  

He had his own people with him, calling to get the car ready for you two to sneak into with a handful of paparazzi outside the hotel taking pictures of your reaction to one another.  But there was another look Barry was giving you as he was giving you a small kiss on the cheek and taking your hand instantly in his own.  A private look and no one else knew or could register.  You saw him search your eyes as he drank in your appearance, his eyes briefly going down to your strapless dress and seeing how much skin you were giving him and exposing to the public.

The look was a hint of possession, that you were his and his alone.  And he was loving what he was seeing. 

You two got into the car, the driver whisking you off to the premier and knowing the route.  It was just the pair of you, the rest of Barry's people in the car behind you.  Once it was just the pair of you, you looked down at your attire and rearranged a bit in the seat, Barry watching you with his alluring look on his face as he grinned widely at you.

"You look stunnin'," He hummed, you looked over at him and saw the familiar and private gaze on his face.  You cocked a grin.

"Do I?" You coyly asked, seeing him nod his head as he leaned over to press a kiss against your cheek.  The palms that were pressed together in its hold tightened slightly, another sign that Barry was in more of a seductive mood.

"I can't wait to show you off to the world tonight," He hummed against your cheek, you sighing and moving to hold his jawline gently within your manicured fingers. You made him pull away slightly, seeing his bright eyes watch you in his tux and his nearly poised brown hair.  You loved it when he was giving you that look, teetering barely on giving in and crumbling since his willpower seemed so small at that moment.  But you knew better, you knew this game and how he would be willing to wait…teasingly and achingly wait….for you to tell him to cave.

"And I can't wait to show you what's underneath," You purred at him, seeing his eyes widen slightly, "But only after the premier…when we're all alone.  Do you think you can wait that long?  For me?"

Barry gulped, looking down at your dress and appearance once again.  It was almost too easy for him since you knew he would do it for you.  You both had enough trust to play this game, the solid foundation with one another deepened and strengthened over time.  It sounded playful at that moment in the car, but you both knew better.  Later in the night, it was going to be explosive and deep, and thrilling.  

He nodded his head a bit rapidly, you tracing his jawline with your fingers and smiling gently at him as he found his voice gravely, "Only for you,"

Only for you.  The three words he would use with you constantly.  

The rest of the night was both fast and yet long.  Fast because you were swept in taking pictures for the media with Barry's arm around you, with him staring down at you with love in his eyes as he would sneak a kiss against your cheek and show you off in front of the cameras.  Sometimes you did get dizzy with how the lights were flicking in your face, but this wasn't your first premiere.  You knew where to smile and where to pose, Barry not too far away from you and having his somewhat possessive hold on your arm and waist.

Slowly, because you and Barry knew what was going to happen right after the premier.  

Ever since you two spoke in the car, there was a sense of anticipation between the pair of you as soon as you made it to the premiere.  The lingering thought of what will be was on the back of both of your minds, almost like an inch that you were trying to ignore and not scratch.  It was hard not to think about yourself, the images that were being made in your mind were too alluring and too tempting to ignore at times.  

You weren't the only one.  Barry was thinking about it too.  The way he would stare at you a pinch too long when you two would pose for pictures, or how he would hold you a pinch closer with his arm around your lower waist with his fingers pressed into the fabric of your dress.  Even when you two made it into the theater, your eyes glued to the screen and watching the movie with the rest of the audience, you felt the energy from Barry sizzling and nearly molding into your energy.  HIs hand ever left your hand or arm, tracing our skin very lightly with the pads of his thick and calloused fingers and never once slowing down in its cadence.  You've seen this before, you've felt this before too.  It was the smaller signs in the very beginning.

Barry was ready, beyond ready.  You were too, but you had to wait.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time in that theater, Barry got the car ready as soon as you two were walking out of the front doors, briskly walking past the last of the media and waving to the photographers.  He opted not to go to the afterparty, explaining to the producers and his cast members that he wanted to have a quiet night alone with you.  Part of that was true, and you just followed him right into the car.

After being in the car for 10 excruciating minutes, and needing to act casual walking back through the lobby of the hotel and towards the elevators was bad enough.  Yet once the doors closed, you both were still just waiting….counting down the seconds and hearing them almost tick within your own mind as you were going higher and higher up in that box.  Finally, the doors opened on the floor you were in, Barry holding the door open for you as you walked out smoothly and calmly.  You knew he was right behind you, hearing his heavy feet in his dress shoes while you were making your way to the hotel room that was waiting for you, for the both of you.  Every step closer to the door, your heart was beating a bit faster and harder.  It wasn't that you two haven't done something like this before, but it was the build-up from the past few hours that made everything feel so sensitive and light against your skin, like sizzling electricity.  

Once you made it to the door, you could only take a long deep breath to recenter yourself.  A hand snaked next to you with the hotel key, tapping the pad and opening the door.  Barry held it open for you, saying nothing but you knew it in his face alone.  His eyes were on you, solely on you, and his stance seemed a bit rigid.  Even as an actor coming from one of the biggest premiers of his carrier, he seemed to be just….Barry.

You walked in, seeing the familiar suite that was given to you and Barry for this event alone and walking to the middle.  You faced away from the door, hearing the door gently close and the lock going right in.  Finally, the hanging thought of needing to be alone was now evident.  There was no more waiting, no more wondering when it was going to happen.

It was happening, and you finally had this moment with Barry.

You felt his hands on your sides instantly, gentle to touch but possessive in grip.  His breath was right up against your neck, making you almost shiver a bit as you felt his nose gently graze the column of your neck and down to your bare shoulder.  He didn't have to say it, but you knew he was waiting, anxiously waiting for you to make the first move.  That level of trust was there, you both have done this with one another before, and now it's all about timing and how you wished to play this out in your hotel room suite.  The celebrity actor at your bidding was surreal to think about.

"Do you how much I wanted to touch you," He hummed against your neck, his voice like a soothing tremor laced with a hint of need, "All over….even with people watchin'?  You looked so gorgeous out there for everyone to see…..and to think this is only for me," 

He was still not willing to touch you more, not beyond the grazing of his fingers along your arms and his lips barely caressing your neck when he spoke.  He still knew to wait, he knew that it would be good for him if he waited long enough.  It was tempting to make him wait more, something deep inside of you wished that you could last yourself just to see this side of Barry that was meant for you.  It made you remember what you asked of him back in the car on the way to the premiere, hearing those three words from him that made you love him all the more.

"Only for you…."

"You look so stunnin' today baby," He purred against your shoulder alluringly, "Can I please—"

"Go sit on the bed," You found your voice, finally.  He stopped, his hands not moving on your arm and his lips freezing against your skin as you sounded a bit authoritative.  Maybe it was wearing this dress for far too long, or filing the very gentle touches of Barry throughout the night and in that moment, but you didn't feel like letting it draw out as much anymore.  So you reached to lace your hands together on your right side, gently guiding him from behind you and seeing him stare down at you with his glazed eyes, almost like a predator wishing to pounce and devour his prey.

Devour…..that was the right word in how Barry was staring at you.

"I remember telling you that I wanted to show you what was underneath this dress," you explained calmly to him, though your voice sounded a bit shaky.  Barry searched your eyes with his, sensing that you were telling the truth as you spoke again, "Go sit on the edge of the bed, so I can show you what I'm wearing,"

Barry visibly gulped, almost like he was slapped across the face from what you told him.  Yet within a second, he released your hand, moving swiftly over to the king-sized bed, and perched himself right on the edge, keeping his eyes on you for your next move.  You gave him a soft smile, walking over very carefully and slowly.  AS you walked, you slipped out of the heels you were wearing, leaving them where you dropped them on the carpet floor as you finally stood in front of Barry.  He was staring up at you, his stare made you think he was having an out-of-body experience.  That gaze he gave you, filled with fascination and love for you, was enough for you to remember to breathe.  

You leaned down to him to loosen the skinny tie he was wearing, letting the tie fall to the ground and undoing the top button near his neck.  Barry's eyes were on you the whole time, to which you were grinning at him as you finally looked him directly in the eyes.  You kissed him softly, hearing him hum and almost whimper from the gentle kiss as he kissed you back just as slowly. Kissing Barry was already a thrill for you, it made you think of the summer rain or the feel of the ocean when you would duck your head under the waves.  

You barely pulled away, your lips still brushing against his, "Take off those shoes and jacket. I want you to be comfortable for me, babe,"

Barry slightly grinned, you felt his lips move as you moved back and took a few steps back to be fully in front of him.  He slipped his shoes off without moving his eyes from you as if he was afraid he was going to miss something from you.  Once his dress shoes were on the floor next to the bed, he then slipped off his tux jacket, leaving him in his dark dress shirt and black pants.  He sat there, still as a statue as you two were watching one another, a few bears passed between the pair of you.

Finally, you moved, your fingers finding the one zipper along the backside of the dress, right alone your spine starting at the top and then down. Once you grabbed the latch with one hand, you slowly lowered the zipper all the way down, your other hand holding the top of the dress up and keeping it intact.  As you were doing this, Barry's eyes never left you. Yet as the zipper was getting lower and lower to your lower back, you could see Barry trying to refrain from moving.  His hands were making fists on the bed, almost white-knuckled, and one of his legs are barely bouncing a bit.  

That control he had was slowly slipping.

Finally, the zipper was completely down, and the dress swiftly dropped to the ground in a pool around your bare feet.  You were in a simple and yet elegant strapless bra and panty set, opting to be comfortable that night and not wear anything that would pinch you.  You've never had to wear a strapless bra before, so you were a bit nervous about how he was going to react.  But once you were there, nearly naked with your gorgeous dress around your feet, you could see how his eyes were wide and a whole new face was there.  You were never one to wear complicated lingerie, thinking it would be too much for you.  Barry never minded it, calling you beautiful in whatever you wore for him.

"Jesus…." Barry said in a low tone, taking in a large inhale as he scanned your body up and down.  He rubbed his head a bit aggressively with one hand, almost like he was making sure he wasn't dreaming and he was wide awake.  You just grinned at him, feeling that immense love from him in how he was drinking you in.  Of course, you weren't a skinny model, the curves in your hips with the dip along your ribcage and the slight thickness of your thighs and soft belly.  In Barry's words, the first night you two got together in bed, he called you a "True beautiful woman."

Was he thinking the same thing then?

You walked back over to him, stepping over the fallen dress and feeling his heated eyes drilling into yours like he was drilling a hole into you.  But you didn't care, not when you were now standing right in front of him in only your bra and panties, with your disheveled hair around your shoulders and your light makeup still on.  Reaching down, you grabbed one fisted hand on his side and made his finger uncurl, letting your fingers mesh together.  His hand was hot, making you almost shake a bit from feeling it against your clammy hand.

"All I want you to do tonight….." You paused, seeing Barry hang on your every word and keep his other hand on the bed.  So you moved, taking that hand on the bed that was clutching too tight, placing it along your bare skin near your bra.  You shivered, Barry intaking a sharp breath and almost leaning into you from feeling your soft skin on his fingers.  You wanted to find the right word for what you wanted him to do.  Fuck?  That was too rough and too intense for something like this.  Make Love?  Too gentle and simple.  Then, you found the word, leaning down a bit to almost touching your forehead with Barry's as he was about to snap with his control.

"I just want you to devour me,"

He moved, right before you could say anything else.  His arm went around your waist smoothly and swiftly, yanking you down onto his lap, and your shared hands released so he could touch your jawline and kiss you deeply.  You both moaned, your spare hand going onto his hair and pulling slightly as you both started making out on the edge of the bed.  The pace was a hint rushed, but the steadiness was there as his hand on your ribs moved to touch the back of your bra, snapping it off with ease and letting the garment fall to the ground.  Barry framed your back and spine with his arm, making his hand latch onto the back of your neck.

Your hands moved to his chest, touching the buttons there along his chest and both of your hands moved to take out the first two buttons a bit clumsily while Barry was still pushing every kiss against you with a hint of desperation.  You finally huffed, grabbing the shirt tightly in your hands and giving one yank.

Buttons went flying, and his bare chest was seen.

"Fuckin' hell," He moaned, moving his hands away for a brief moment to throw off the shirt that was now buttonless, chucking it to the ground and going back to grab you.  His hand went back to your waist, teasingly touching the edge of your breast with trembling fingers while his other hand was on your bare thigh.  You sighed, loving the feeling of his hands on your skin.

"Can I….can I please.." You heard him say against your jawline, feeling his fingers barely touch your breast but trying not to engulf them in his whole hand.  You were inwardly screaming out, loving that he was waiting and hanging on your every word and command even in the heat of the moment.  You just rolled your hips slightly in his lap, feeling him groan as you found your voice.

"Yeah…yeah please," you breathed.  His hand moved and took your whole breast in hand, feeling him shiver and lean into you a bit more as you were merely just sitting in his lap.  His lips on your neck, one hand on your breast and the other on your thigh, it felt like heaven.  That itch was getting harder and harder to fix, but you wanted it so bad since you landed in his lap.  Since you felt him kiss your cheek in the car.

Since forever.

"I love how you're making me feel so good," You crooned in his hair as kept caressing you on your thigh and breast.  The lips on your neck nearly shook when you praised him, you pulling yourself a bit closer to him and moving your hands along his arms and back to almost soothe him as he was loving on you, "No one else can make me feel so good, baby.  I fucking love your lips….your hands…"

As you were talking about his hands, your own moved to his hand on your thigh, gently grasping it and moving it up your thigh every more towards your core.  Barry passed, inhaling sharply as he pulled away and looked up at you.  You watched him, still guiding his hands to get closer and closer to where you needed to take care of the ache.  Barry watched your eyes, you taking a long even breath before you nodded your head, silently permitting him.

Keeping his eyes on you, he had his hand glide over your lower belly and down, beneath your underwear, and right over your aching core. 

Your eyes rolled back, Barry's mouth going right to the front of your neck as he started to work your folds smoothly and swiftly.  The first time he ever did this with you, he was nervous as well and a bit clumsy.  It was a new level of trust for the pair of you, Barry getting you off with just his hand.  At first, he thought he was doing it wrong, worried that he killed the mood.  But you guided him, showing him where to place his fingers and how to bend them so.  When you orgasmed with his fingers deep inside of you, Barry was so starstruck and almost beside himself.  

Since then, he knew exactly how to make you climax with his fingers alone, and it was one of his favorite ways too.

This was just the same: his fingers there thick and a pinch rough touching your glistening folds and teasing the clit very slightly as you were holding on for dear life.  You had no idea how worked up you are until his hands touched your pussy, inwardly knowing that he was going to make you cum faster than you realized.  Yet you craved it, knowing deep down that Barry too would get hot and bothered from making you moan and writhe in his lap.

"God your fucking fingers…" You moaned into his hair as he kissed your chest, his lips slowly moving over to your neglected breast as the other was carefully and gently touching your nipple, "You know how to fuck me with them….I love it w-w-when you fuck me and make me cum with just your fingers, Barry.  You're such a good boy…."

It was another trigger and you knew it, Barry groaning hard against your chest as one of his fingers slipped inside of you and curled.  You rolled your hips hard, pressing your whole mount against his palm and getting more friction where you needed it as Barry kissed your breast with his open mouth.  Your fingers went into his hair and you gutted out another loud moan into his hair as he moved his finger in and out.  That coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, Barry hitting that spongy spot with the tip of his finger to make your thighs start to shake and your eyes glassy.  That edge was beyond close, you both knew it.

"Put one more in, Barry.  For the love of God…please—" You begged against his head, cutting off abruptly as he did just that.  The stretch was sin and you opened your mouth for a silent groan, your hips moving before you could stop it.  All that was heard was the harsh breathing from the pair of you, the rhythm of his hand against your cunt, and the small amount of wetness against his hand as he was about to make your cum hard.  

"Make me cum," you stuttered against his forehead as your hips and his hand started to collide over and over, "Please….please Barry make me cum….be a good boy and make me cum…"

Barry thrust his fingers two more times and all you felt was a sheer white pleasure. 

You inwardly thanked your lucky stars that the suite you two were in was isolated from other rooms since the moans you gave out were almost animalistic.  That orgasm came hard, melting into you and through you from the top of your head to your toes.  There was no better feeling in the world, and the fact that Barry did that to you and made you cum, was heavenly.  

After a solid few long seconds, you were fairly calming down but still shaking a bit.  You blinked slowly, a blessed out look on your face as you opened your eyes and looked down at the very man under you.  It made you realize that he watched you, the entire time, orgasming with his fingers still knuckles deep in you and his own blissed-out look on his face.  It was a beautiful thing to see, and you engrained it in your mind forever.

It was really helpful to see that he was rock hard, you noticed the visible bulge in his dress pants that looked beyond tight.  You exhaled.

"I think you need to fuck me," you hummed, your voice laced like honey and almost breathy from your recent orgasm, "You need to fuck me, baby?"

"Please," he hummed and pleaded, slowly pulling his fingers out of you.  You groaned, feeling that emptiness within your cunt as his fingers glistened from your release.  You nodded your head, reaching down with shaky fingers and squeezing him through his pants.  He shuttered.

"Fuck me, Barry," You said to him in a low command.  You both moved quickly, you getting on the bed as Barry shot up and chucked off his pants and underwear in the process.  Scooting back to the pillows on the massive bed, you leaned back and threw off your own panties, watching as Barry was now completely bare to you.  All of his muscles along his arms and back from his boxing sessions, his toned thighs that stood out and made your mouth water.  His girth was long and thick and nearly red from being neglected all this time.  But nothing, nothing was better than the look Barry would give you when he was deep within his own feelings and lust for you.

He moved, so naturally and smoothly as he crawled over the bed and hovered right above you.  You peered up into his blue orbs, the pair of you lose and ready to collide and mold into one, but you felt that you both needed to pause and drink one another in.  The shyness of being naked in front of one another was long gone, replaced with a new sense of intimacy and gentleness, love and affection.  

You could watch Barry for hours and hours on end, in any way shape or form, and be blissfully happy.  

He leaned down to touch your cheek with his fingers, his other hand going to his cock and tugging it a few times as his eyes were solely on you.  You moved to kiss his fingers, seeing him nearly melt from the sweet gesture as you felt him align his cock between your legs.  Your thighs parted for him as he pressed his forehead to yours, your thighs dangled together as he took in one smooth breath.

"I fucking love you so much," he hummed in a whisper, kissing you sound as he finally entered you slowly.

You opened your mouth from the feeling, Barry swallowing your moan down with his lips as the stretch was felt all over from his cock going in slowly but smoothly.  It was the best stretch and burn that you ever experienced in your life, and it was always thrilling every time you did this.  That sensation of being full, the fullness going through your whole body and making you almost go into a haze, an addicting and a chasing feeling you never wanted to forget ever.  Barry finally stopped, almost bursting as he was finally in a good spot buried inside of you.  You rubbed his arms and neck, both to calm him and to calm yourself at the same time from the intense feeling you two were going through together.  

"You okay?" He asked in a harsh whisper, seeing the look on your face from both the pleasure and intensity.  You gulped, nodding your head as he leaned down to kiss you under your eye and your chin.  You loved that he would check in on you and make sure you were okay during sex, never wanting to just rush through the pleasure and the height of excitement.  It was the softer side of Barry, once again, that you loved and knew was just for you.  So when he saw you were comfortable, settled in with the sensations of his cock deep inside of you, you squeezed his arm as a signal.

He rolled his hips once, deep and slow.  You arched your back and pressed your chest to his. 

You could feel every thrust and roll of his hips as he pushed in and out, keeping his upper body up to not crush you but keeping his eyes on you as you were squirming and clinging onto you.  You could feel those walls pulling him in as he pushed in, almost begging for him to stay inside of you as he was keeping the steady and hard pace.  It took some time and plenty of practice for the pair of you to know what the other wanted and craved.  He knew you preferred him to fuck you deep and slow, never a rush but more like a marathon.  Barry knew you wanted to feel everything, and he made sure to deliver.  This was the same thing.  Your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him buried, your hands on his biceps to be grounded as every push and thirst gave you a spark in your belly and fire along your veins.

"I love how you fuck me," You moaned into his mouth as his thrusts were getting harder and deeper, the mattress beneath you moving every time he pushed, "I love how you make me feel so good with how you fuck me hard.  I don’t want anyone else to fuck me but you….you do it so good for me, baby.  Keep going, don't stop….don't stop please…."

It was almost like a pleading whimper with the way you were begging him, but it was still praising him at the same time as he grunted and sped up a bit faster.  One of your hands moved to touch his ass, gasping it in almost an attempt to guide him as one of his hands reached up to grasp the headboard above your head.  He clung onto it, his hips rolling smoothly and deeply to hit the same spots that made you almost black out.  Just seeing him above you as he was clutching the headboard so hard you thought it would snap off, and seeing the blissed-out look on his face, made you nearly orgasm again there.  

But you were watching him as he was thrusting, seeing his face confront and almost tighten up.  The sure sign he was about to cum.  The first time you saw that face he made, you thought he was downfall sinful and gorgeous at the same time.  Seeing him about to teetering off the edge and have the pleasure all through his body was blissful.  You wanted to see it every time you two had sex, and you wanted to see it now.

"You feel so good around me," He moaned down to you, feeling the snap of his hips as you were nodding fervently as he went on, "I can't….I can't hold on anymore, baby.."

"Don't you dare," You said in a groan too, leaning up to wrap a hand around his neck to pull him down to be closer to you.  One thrust hit you both hard, Barry groaned loudly as you leaned your lips over to his pulse point.  It was once of his sensitive spots during sex, the pulse under the skin on his neck was running on a high and to touch it at the right moment would make him let go. So you traced his pulse with your tongue, then you latched on very lightly with your teeth and gave the smallest and gentlest bite you could ever give.

Within two more thrusts, Barry was cumming hard and his loud moan rang into the room.

You felt all that warmth flood in you as his hips were stuttering and staggering from their cadence, his orgasm flowing through him and taking its time as it triggered your second orgasm.  This time it was more subtle, but you knew he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock that was emptying inside of you.  The fact that you both climaxed within seconds from one another was thrilling and memorable, Barry having no more upper body strength to hold himself up as he released his hand from the headboard shakily.  He lowered down to rest next to you, still inside of you and pulling you in close as he was finally calming himself down and sighing in both relief and from that high.  

You held him tightly, your orgasm at its plateau as you were shaking like a leaf somewhat under him.  He kissed your face, neck, and any skin he could reach with his shaky lips.  The sheer line of sweat on him and you gave you both a glow in the room, a soothing and calm sensation over the pair of you like a cloud as you both finally rested and sighed in relief.

It had to have been a site to see if someone did walk into your suite: your clothes all over the floor, the small scent of sweat and sex in the air, and two very naked people wrapped in one another on the messed-up king bed.  But you loved it, knowing he did too.  You breathed deeply for a few long minutes, finally pushing Barry's sweaty hair out of his eyes as you grinned at him rather sheepishly.  Your own hair was covered in sweat and askew on the pillows beneath you, but the way Barry looked at you seemed like he was seeing some heavenly creature.  

"Fuck…..that was….I can't even talk," Barry huffed at you, though he cracked his signature grin as you giggled and kissed his sweaty forehead.

"You wrecked me for good," You agreed, grimacing a bit as you two were getting stiff in the bed, "We should shower and clean ourselves off though.."

"No," Barry huffed, snuggling in closer like a koala and kissing your collarbone with his lips, "I wanna stay here with ya for a little longer, baby."

"Babe, we're both a bit filthy at the moment," You reasoned, touching his shoulder blades with his fingers and gliding them back and forth, "Besides….isn't there a massive tub in that bathroom suite that we can both fit in?"

Barry's eyes flicked up at you, an eyebrow raised as you shrugged.  He then cocked a grin, slowly moving up and pulling out of you with some uncomfortableness on both of your faces.  He kissed your face to take away the feeling, then scooped you in his arms bridal style.  You squealed, still naked and covered in sweat, and some of your both shared releases between your legs as he moved off the bed, walking the pair of you to the bathroom.

"I do feel bad we ruined the bedsheets though," you said in a groan, resting your head on his bare chest as you walked.  Barry just chuckled.  

"I'll pay them extra for new sheets." He replied with no remorse, "Now, let's wash up together, M'lady."  You snickered as he took you to the lavish bathtub that was calling your names.  

The End.

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[redheadspark]

hello love!

 “you look tired, love. go rest for a sec while i finish this.” for barry?

love ya!

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Rest My Dear

Summary: Leave it to Barry to make sure you get rest after the birth of your son.

*A mini sequel to Remember Me....and Like Real People Do. *

Warnings: Just some Fluff

"Babe?"

"Mmm?" you looked up from your spot on the couch, your son gurgling a bit in your lap as Barry as eyeing that pair of you. He gave you a small look of concern, a tilt of his head, and his fingers itching at your sides.

"When did you sleep last?"

You paused, thinking about the simple question he was asking. It was hard to remember when the last time you to some rest, since the whole time you were fussing and worrying over Rory. He was a good baby to take care of, not too fussy or needy. But of course, he was only a few months old and his routine was very strict when it came to feeding and sleeping. So...

"I took a small nap a few hours ago, I think," you admitted, yet you can see from the look that your husband was giving you, ti was not the answer he waned to hear. He did look a bit concerned then, walking over to you on the couch to sit next to you and give you a kind stare.

"What about a proper sleep?" He asked, sounding careful with his words but also concerned. You paused again, trying to remember when the last thing you really slept. But nothing was coming back to your memory, nothing concrete since you were moving constantly and going from one job to the next in your house.

"I don't....I don't remember," You said in a soft tone. Almost like it was some kind of trigger, you yawned and felt weary, being weary every in your bones and under your skin. For so long you were moving on adrenaline, making sure Rory was okay and getting the house taken care of all day. From the first moments of the morning until that moment when Barry came home from being on the movie set for a few hours.

You haven't slept, not in some time.

"Here, give me Rory," he said in a soft command, taking Rory with his arms before you could protest, "Go take a shower and go sleep,"

"Barry, it's okay--" You were about to argue, but he gave you a knowing stare.

"You are about to collapse any time now and you need to get some sleep, sweetheart. I can take care of Rory and get him settled while you go to sleep, okay?" Barry explained to you, making you sigh almost in defeat as you could tell this was no winning battle on your end.

"He needs to get changed and have a bottle," You explained, surpassing a yawn as Barry chuckled. He reached over with the hand that wasn't holding your son, moving your hair from your eyes and tracing the dark circles under your eyes with his fingers.

"You look tired, love. Go rest for a sec while I finish this, please," He said to you, his voice beyond soft and almost pleading. You knew that he was looking out for you, that he wanted you to take care of yourself before you could ever care for your son. It was hard to do so though, needing to make sure he was well feed or his diaper was dry or that he was getting sleep himself. Being a new mom was vastly harder than you could ever imagine, but you wouldn't trade it.

So you moved, seeing Barry smile in relief as you were dragging your feet to the master bedroom and bathroom. As you were walking away, you could hear Barry talking to Rory in a lower tone.

"Come on, bub. We need to let your mum rest for a bed, eh? Let's get ya feed and changed," He hummed to your son, sounding so happy to be with Rory as you finally made it to the bathroom. You knew Rory was in good hands with Barry, he was an amazing father and was a natural at it. Barry would help whenever he knew you need a moment or a break, no questions on his end. Plus he loved playing with Rory and seeing that baby smile, it made Barry smile wider and snap a picture or two to place on his Instagram.

You had a hot shower for what seemed like forever, but it was only a few minutes. Letting the water wash away some of the sweat, maybe some baby spit up you never thought landed on your arms, and the tiredness that was seeping within you to let yourself be calm and relaxed. It felt like it was all going down the drain as you stood under the water for a good moment, letting the steam consume you and feeling a weigh lifted. Your son was your pride and joy, literally giving your life and body to him with no hesitation or second guessing behind it.

But Barry saw you needed a recharge, far before you saw it yourself.

Finally, after washing your hair and using your softest body scrub, you found new pajamas to sink into and threw your hair up in a satin scrunchie , moving to the bed that was beckoning you. You slipped under the covers and sighed in bliss, the cool sheets and blanket against your skin was making you beyond tired. It was a true gift to get some sleep. You eyes were getting heavy, your limbs were loose and almost sinking into the mattress.

No, something else was sinking into the mattress.

"Come here, luv." You hear behind you, an arm making you roll over to be engulfed in Barry's arms. He was soothing and warm, his firm chest was a contrast to the soft sheets around you, but his arms that was around your shoulders and within your hair was enough to make you feel like jello against him.

"Where's Rory?" You hummed in a murmur to him.

"Asleep in his bassinet. You and I are gonna get some sleep, alright?" he hummed against your forehead, you nodding as he kissed your head over and over, already lewering you to sleep. He was still awake as you were out cold, your nose against his neck and your arms around his waist as he was watching you with pure love. Seeing his wife being so strong to care of his son was enough for him to wish more time for you to sleep. So he was going to give it to you, letting you rest in his arms and let the rest of the world roll by as Rory was asleep not too far away.

He will let you rest, rest and dream.

The End.

Worried and Relieved Prompts

[redheadspark]

Hiyya

I don't remember if i already sent this so if not could i request 'going to hold hands in a stressful situation' and “i’m here for you.” with Barry

Thanks

A/N: This is far too cute for Barry! Thanks for the request, anon!

Deep Breath

Summary: Being in Quarantine during a Pandemic was beyond stressful, even with your boyfriend to help with the nerves

Warnings: Talks about the 2020 COVID 19 Quarantine, so that might be a trigger for any readers!

Apart from that, just some fluff!

April, 2020

"Are you sure you're alright, mom?"

"Honey, we're fine! Your brother is already helping us out and getting our food for us while we're hunkering down. Everything okay out there in England?"

"Yeah...yeah it's fine,"

"Baby...you don't sound fine,"

No, you weren't fine.

You were in England when the entire world was shutting down due to COVID 19 running rapid everywhere. You were merely staying for a few months, about to head home come mid March to be with family for the summer when everything happened and halted at once. You were watching the news sometime before that, right after New Years and hearing about COVID 19. You thought, as well as the rest of the world, that it'll blow over and not be a big deal.

Let alone a Global Pandemic.

Planes were landed, everyone going into quarantine for weeks and weeks on end. It started with two, then it expanded with crazy news scares and people dying left and right from the virus. You could only watch day after day, seeing the number rise of those infected and those who passed away, fearing the worst since your home was in America and your family was stuck there.

You wanted to be home with them, with your mom and dad, just for the sake of knowing that they were okay and staying safe. They had a healthy lifestyle to begin with, but this virus held no prisoners from what you remembered reading on the news. So you had to resort to phone calls and FaceTime, which was not the same.

Currently you were talking to your mother on speaker, pacing back and forth like a caged animal as the news was on mute on the tv.

"Mom, I'll be fine. I just...I wanna be there with you and dad," You admitted on the phone, hearing the front door of the flat open. You looked, stopping your pacing near the living room couch to see who acme through and looked the door behind him.

"Is that Barry? Hello Barry!"

Barry threw off his mask and shrugged off his jacket, grinning from hearing your mom on the phone and was about to smile at you. Yet he saw your concerned face, biting her nails and holding the phone in your other hand as you two looked eyes. He sighed, giving you a soft smile as he walked over.

" 'Ello Ms. C! How are you holdin' up?" Barry asked aloud, sneaking a kiss in your hair as your mother sighed on the phone.

"We're just fine over here, Barry. I need you to convince my daughter that we're fine and perfectly safe," Your mother said on speaker, you huffing and glaring at the phone.

"I'm just worried about you," You reasoned, feeling like you were having some anxiety in your mom not understanding what you were feeling and wanting to express. Barry immediately took your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as you closed your eyes for a brief moment to calm yourself.

"I know you are, sweetheart. You don't have to worry with your dad and me, okay?" You mom said calmly to you, almost seeing through the phone that you were anxious, "Your brother is helping, and we are staying inside with no one visiting. It's gonna be alright, this will all be over before you know it, alright? You need to turn off the news for a bit and just relax,"

"Okay," you hummed, opening your eyes again and staring down at the phone as you sighed, "I'll let you guys go and call you later this week. Love you, mom,"

"Love you too, baby," Your mom said to you, "And Barry?"

"Yeah Ms. C?" Barry asked next to you.

"Keep and eye on my girl for me, please? Make sure she rests," Your mom said to him, Barry grinning as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you in a bit closer.

"You got it. Talk you soon!" Barry said to you, your mother then hanging up on her end. He took the phone from your hand and chucked it on the couch, wrapping you in his arms and you two simply holding each other in the flat. You breathed him in feeling his fingers along your backside and near your shoulders.

You and Barry were already used to living together for some periods of time, meeting on the set of Eternals when you were on the crew and Barry was one of the main actors in the film. You both hit it off so fast and quickly that it was hard to turn him down when he asked you on a date in the middle of shooting. He was the perfect gentleman, his co-stars making fun of him when he would grin from seeing you on set or helping the crew.

You both were serious in your relationship together, you needing to split your time between England and America since your family was still there. You got a few more jobs on other film and TV sets behind the scenes, one of which was in England and you were wrapping up when COVID hit.

Barry had you stay in his flat when you were working, he was working too with his own projects so the pair of you were mostly out throughout the day. Yet when you two were together at the flat, you made the most of it together. Now you were getting more time together because of Quarantine, you hearing horror stories of couple breaking up and marriage falling apart because of being together and confined together.

It was the opposite effect for you two though, and you were thankful.

"What can I do to help you feel better, luv?" Barry murmured in your hair as you clung onto him, "I know you wanna see them, but they're okay. I wanna help ya, tell me how,"

"Just be here with me?" You asked sheepishly, not wanting anything else but to have Barry with you. He nodded his head, moving with you still wrapping in his hold for you both to fall onto the couch. He hoisted your leg over his, your head nestled against his shoulder and his arm rubbing your back soothingly. Barry reached for the tv remote, turning it off finally and leaning back a bit to snuggle you close and have you feel that stress and tension release.

"I'm here for you," Barry reminded you, you saying nothing but watching out the window as some birds were flying by, "Your mum's right: this will be over soon and we can go back to our regular lives again, alright? I love you,"

You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around him a pinch tighter as you took in a big breath.

"I love you too," You replied, "Thank you for being there for me through all of this"

"Of course, luv," He hummed in return.

"Especially when I'm bitchy and mean at you," You commented, hearing him snort as you looked up at him.

"Now wait a second, I think it's hot when you're bitch at me," He coyly joked. You glared, poking his sides as he laughed and held you tighter, "Alright, alright! Let me order us some take out for dinner tonight and we can watch some trashy reality shows,"

"Oh, you woo me," You joked, Barry sticking out his tongue before he fished out his phone and started tapping away on the Door Dash app. You watched him with a smile, thinking you were rather lucky to have someone as kind and warm as Barry in your corner during a Pandemic. You still missed your parents, you still wished that you were there with them to you knew they were okay.

But Barry taking care of you made it better

The End.

[redheadspark]

Hawuuu can i request for Barry Keoghan with 26. “ hush, don’t think about that. ” and 29. “ don’t let the garbage they spew get into your head. it’s what they want. ”

Thank u :3

A/N: I LOVE me some Barry content!! It's a nice and cute little one for certain, I hope you like it, and thank you for the request!

Jitters

Summary: It's your first time going to a movie premier as Barry's date, yet your jitters are going crazy because of the tabloids and their rumors about you

Warnings: Just some cuteness with Barry :D

"Alright, dear. Let's touch you up one more time, shall we?"

You nodded a bit nervously as the make up artist was doing last minute touches on your face and neck, your hands were folded tightly in your lap as you at in the bathroom on a chair. Two others were in the room, one working on your hair and getting the strands out of the way and another on the phone, talking to your boyfriend's assistant for the night and making sure you both were ready together. In fact, you were inwardly wishing that Barry was here right now to calm your nerves.

This was a big deal: You going to a premier as his girlfriend. Publicly.

You two have been dating for barely over a year, and being out in the public eye with him was risky enough. You both were not outwardly extroverted people, maybe hanging with a few friends here and there. But most of the time you both loved and craved being alone, out of the eyes of his fans or the paparazzi. They were a bit of a nuisance sometimes, and you were merely the "Mystery Girl" to them when they took pictures of you two. Barry hated it, yet you calmed him to a point in justifying that they didn't know who you were or anything else about you. It was fine, at least it was at first when it was merely minimal.

But as time went on and Barry was gaining some popularity, rumors were started to move and spread about you and how you were as his "Girlfriend". The tabloids were notorious of making the rumors as ridiculous and get scandalous as possible. You were calling anything and everything under the book: Barry's baby momma, his side piece that he indulged in, all of it was far from the truth. Of course it would start to get under your skin after awhile, and the lingering fear of letting your relationship out of the bag seemed closer and tiptoeing right behind you.

“Don’t let the garbage they spew get into your head. it’s what they want.” Barry said to you one night as you were curled up in bed together, his chin on top of your head as you were suctioned to him, silent tears were down your face. The recent tabloids crumbled up on the floor next to the bed, your picture in an article with the description of you being some kind of "Hidden secret" that Barry had to hide so he wouldn't get his reputation blemished. That was low, especially since they brought Barry into it. Even thought he too was mad about it, he saw the pained look you were giving him and he placed his own anger on the back burner.

"I know they're lies," he said in his hold against you, "So do my co-stars on set. They all love you, right? Gemma and Selma adore you, Lauren raves about you. I swear she tells me I'm a lucky bastard for keepin' you in my life. But I'm lucky for you keepin' me, you hear me luv?"

So when Barry's recent movie, Marvel’s Eternals, was going to premiere out in London, Barry thought it would be the best time to have you on his arm. He didn't want to hide you in the background or in secret anymore, thinking it was best that those rumors were put to rest when you showed your face. Maybe he himself was wanting to silence the tabloids for their slanderous tales about you, or perhaps he loved you too much to let you stay behind.

"Ah, Barry! She's in here almost finished!" The woman on the phone said in a happy tone with her head poked in the hallway, you felt a sigh of relief on your lips when Barry popped his head in. Both the make up artist and the hair stylist moved out of the bathroom suite, giving you two some time alone as Barry grinned at your appearance. You watched his reflection from the bathroom mirror, seeing how handsome he was in his brown suit with a creamy shirt underneath and his hair smoothed over to the side.

"Ello, luv!" he said in a chipper tone, "You look gorgeous!"

"You think so?" You asked, Barry holding out his hand to help you out of your chair and have him drink in your appearance. You were wearing a dark blue dress, smoothing out your curves with your hair straighten and pushed back behind your shoulders. Your makeup was light with tiers of silver and blue, diamond earrings that Barry gave you for your birthday and a singular necklace along your collarbones.

"I'm one lucky bastard tonight to have you on my arm," he swooned at you, making you blush, "You're gonna make 'em sweat,"

"Not as much as you," You replied, smoothing out his jacket with your fingers as seeing him watch you with love in his bright eyes, "You are rather handsome tonight, Barry,"

"Thank you, m'darlin'," he replied smoothly, you resting your hands on his chest near his jacket as he reached up to lace your fingers together softly. You both took a moment and watched each other, about to go out in front of thousands of pictures and reporters for one of the biggest premiers of the year. Your nerves were getting the best of you of course, but seeing Barry smile in front of you made it a pinch better.

"You ready?" Barry asked you, seeing the hesitance on your face as you gulped and nodded your head, "It's gonna be fine, you know. I'll be with you the whole time,"

"I know you will," You agreed, "I just wanna be good enough for you out there at your premiere, in front of those cameras--"

"Hush, don’t think about that." Barry lightly interrupted you and made you eye him as he gave you a kind gaze, "They don't matter, in all fairness. What matters is you on my arm, looking as beautiful as the day I met you. Those photographers are not the stars tonight: You and I are? Plus, if any of them give you grief, you've got the rest of the Eternals cast behind you who adore you,"

You grinned widely, hearing the truth laced in his lips. Barry always did build you up, and you did the same with him. He made sure you were safe and you were happy in your own skin and mind. So to think of him on your arm that night, even amongst the glitz and glamor of the premier, you weren't as nervous or scared.

Not with him guiding you along the way.

"Let's go," You said lightly, pecking him on the cheek before you reached up to smear off the lipstick on his skin. He chuckled, then taking you by the hand to lead you out of the hotel room.

The next morning, your face made the tabloids, but with Barry kissing you soundly in front of the flashing cameras and you two sporting massive grins in the kiss.

The End.

Reassurance Prompt Found Here

[redheadspark]

with barry’s new trailer for his movie is making me go back to my barry phase

that being said something dad!barry? maybe him finding out he’s going to be one? (unless you’ve done one like that already)

A/N: This is very cute! Thanks for the request dear! Also, this is my own original work and it has no affiliation to the actor Barry Keoghan and his girlfriend! It's simply my own fictional story :)

Like Real People Do

Summary: Telling your famous actor boyfriend that you were pregnant seemed like a nightmare in your brain. But Barry has the opposite reaction.

Warnings: Just some cuteness and fluffy overload!

You checked your phone for the third time, biting your lower lip and seeing the second hand on your clock keep going and moving. It was nerve wracking, and counting down the seconds seemed like torture for you. While you were perched on your bed, your TV was being occupied with a movie premier broadcasting from your laptop.

"And here is Barry Keoghan, one of the stars of Eternals! Come on over, Barry! How's your night, man?"

"Aye it's been great so far! So excited to see this movie!"

Your fiancé was on the screen, talking to the reported that was offscreen and having a big grin on his face. A smile created on your lips, forgetting about the timer on your phone as Barry was taking to the reporter about the movie he was in and how he was now part of the Marvel Universe.

You were supposed to be there on his arm, but given the last two weeks of you throwing up in the toilet and being exhausted in bed, you opted out of the premier. You've been to some before with him, but not as big as this one since it was a Marvel film and it was getting a global recognition. Barry was crushed when you told him you were going to stay behind, but he understood since the last thing you wanted was to be sick on a red carpet at a massive movie premiere. Barry suggested it was a stomach bug that you caught, or maybe the earlier stages of COVID too. But you tested negative that morning, so that wasn't the case.

Yet another factor was lingering in the back of your mind, not just a stomach bug.

"Did you have a great support system for this movie?"

"Absolutely I did, especially with my fiancé! She was my number one supporter throughout this whole process and me filming this movie. She's resting at home with a stomach bug tonight, which is unfortunate since I wanted her on my arm tonight, and I'm missin' her plenty. But it'll be alright and I'll be lookin' forward to being with her after the premiere," Barry explained to the reporter, his signature smirk seen as he seemed so calm and casual in that world he was in. He was always that way, even when you two met though a mutual friend. He knew how to turn on the charm in a more subtle way and never flamboyant. Of course you would melt every time, not to mention how smooth he was with his talking and conversations with you. You could help but fall head over heels in love with him, and seeing the true beauty that was Barry being placed in front of you was a sure blessing and gift.

Being with Barry, you sometimes forgot that he was an actor. He spoke to you like any regular person, never acting pompous when you two went out on outings and dates. In fact, he was more humble and private with his life at home. He liked the privacy from the public eye, and rightfully so. The last thing he wanted was to hounded down by paparazzi, so you knew your dating life with Barry was not going to be common.

Yet it worked, for 11 months you two made it work perfectly. You didn't mind having to have your dates be at one of your places, or even in a secluded getaway that Barry would take you to just to have the moment with you alone. Barry was creeping more and more into your life, with no sign of slowing down or stopping. Yet, there was never hesitance with him. He loved you, everything about you he loved. The good and the bad, the ugly and beautiful. He loved you whole heartedly, and when he proposed to you in Maldives you were over the moon. Barry went down on one knee with a ring in his hand, his eyes shining with pure love and anticipation, there was no doubt in your mind you were going to say yes and marry him.

Your timer went off on your phone, you were zoning out from thinking about Barry and how far you two have come in your relationship together to watch the clock. The interview was done, Barry wandering off to meet with some of his co stars and take group shots with them. You rushed off of the bed to the bathroom, hearing the premier go on on the TV while you were skidding to a halt in front of the bathroom counter, seeing the one thing that was giving you anxiety sitting on the top of the counter. But finally, you looked down at you saw it, the significant sign that your life was going to change forever.

Two lines. You beamed.

"Honey? I'm home, baby," You felt the vibrations of his voice against your forehead as he kissed your eyelids and cheeks to wake you up. You hummed, stretching out under the bedsheets. His scent from the cologne he wore and a mint in his mouth invaded your nostrils to wake you some more, your eyes blinking slowly to the darkness of the room to see a silhouette hovering of you. You knew that silhouette anywhere.

He was home.

"I'm sorry I came home late, luv," his deep voice whispered to you as he reached down to trace the bridge of your nose with his finger, "I wanted to escape sooner to check on ya but the press tied us all up. How are ya feelin'?"

It took you a moment to come to reality, to remember what happened earlier that night when he was gone to make your eyes go wide and you sit up abruptly in the bed. The bedsheets flew off, Barry almost falling out of the bed from how fast you were going and aiming for the bathroom. Maybe he thought you were going to be sick again, though you were aiming for something else to grasp and hold in a tight grip.

"Honey? " Barry asked, sounding concerned.

"I have something to show you," you called out to him, you clutching it in yoru hands and your heart was beating faster and faster as you hard him coming up behind you into the bathroom. You looked up, seeing his reflection in the mirror and how his suite he wore to he premiere still made him handsome. His hair was a bit disheveled, his eyes were a bit tired, but they were trained on you as you were facing away from him, taking a long breath.

There were so many scenarios in your head in who he would react to the news you were about to give him. Did you think he was going to be angry? O perhaps he was going to be shocked? Well of course he was going to be shocked from something like this, both of your lives were going to change forever whether you were ready or not. But no matter how many bad and negative thoughts were flooding in your mind, the positive was outweighing it all. You could picture that future that seemed too good to be true, so picturesque that would filled with happiness.

You turned on your heel, walking over to Barry its your disheveled look and tired eyes and you took his large calloused hand in your own. You placed the news in his hand, wrapped in a hand towel and you saw him give you a look of confusion. Nodding your head, Barry started unrolling the towel, finally seeing what was nestled on the bottom and in his palm.

Within a millisecond, his eyes went to you and they were wide in shock.

You said nothing, but you nodded your head to show it was true. It was the split moment of pure silence in the room as Barry's eyes went back to the towel in his palm, you wondering what was going on in his head and what he was feeling. But within a second, you heard him sniff, maybe you thought you heard it wrong. But he sniffed again, and there were evident tears in his eyes.

He was crying.

"Barry?" You asked quietly, seeing a tear or two hit the towel in his hand as he inhaled sharply, your heart thinking the worst, "Are you--"

He dropped the towel and pulled you into his arms within moments. You felt it in the hold he had, his arms around you so intimately and lovingly and his head dug into your neck as you felt his tears hit your skin. You were holding him just as intimately too, maybe wishing to push in all you were feeling in that hug.

After a good long moment holding each other, you finally feel Barry move to stand back in front of you. His face and his eyes, the emotion alone was enough for you to know what he was thinking and how he was feeling about this news. A smile was there on his face, the kind of smile that he would never show to the public or in the press. No, this was your smile, and it belonged to you and you alone.

"It's okay?" You asked, needing to hear it from Barry himself that this news was a goos thing for him. But Barry's smile never left his face as he nodded his head, you giggling as you pushing his tears away with your thumbs.

"More than, baby," He hummed, his voice hoarse yet filled with emotion. He leaned down to kiss you, making you melt and kiss him back just as smoothly while he wrapped you in his arms. The both of you kissed and kissed, letting your emotions take over and the news ignite the fire inside of the pair of you as Barry even hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter, his lips still locked in yours as you squeaked from the sudden movement. But he still stayed close in your space, kissing you and running his fingers along your hips and ribs. Your own hands were in his hair, ruffling it and having in groan from the feeling of your fingers along his scalp. Both of you were showing no signs of stopping, your shoving his jacket off his shoulders and his fingers going higher and higher up your thighs.

Leaving the towel and the positive pregnancy test on the ground.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @heartofwritiing @steve-harringtons-slut

[redheadspark]

Not sure if you’re taking requests right now but, Barrys baby was born! and i was wondering if you could do a follow up of like real people do where the reader gives birth to their baby?! 🥹

(im honestly so happy for him!! hes going to be a great father!)

A/N: I can ALWAYS take a request from you my dear friend!! TSA: Once again this has NO affiliation to Actor Barry Keoghan and his family! I am beyond happy for his girlfriend and their baby boy!!

Remember Me....

Summary: Watching Barry becoming a father made it all worthwhile

Warnings: Nothing but cuteness overload!

"One more push....come on my dear!"

"I can't.....I can't..."

"Oh darling you can! Come now, muster that strength in you! Your baby is ready!" The nurse said in her authoritative tone in front of you.

You felt your entire body shake a scream, that intense pain of your insides and outside morphing together seemed unbearable and almost agonizing that you wanted to wave the white flag. Your mind was hazy and almost lost in a fog, your eyes slammed shut as you felt no once of energy left in you. You whimpered in pain, in fatigue, and in pure adrenaline rolled into one. But one voice against your ear made your pause and inhale sharply, a large yet warm hand against your head as your felt a head pressed soothingly against yours.

"Come on, my luv. You can do it. I got ya right here and I'm not leavin' ya. One more push,"

Hearing Barry's voice was all you needed to get that last inch of energy left in you. You screamed, using all your might. You then finally heard the wailing of your baby, the cooing and clapping of the nurses, and your breath escaping sharply as you fell into your bed.

Your son. Born healthy and happy.

After that night you told Barry the news of your pregnancy, he was joyful and beyond excited to be a dad. There was nothing else as bright in his mind as him knowing there was going to be a baby soon in his life, in both of your lives. The next morning, with you two snuggled together and bare under the sheets after he made love you, You felt Barry slip his hand over your lower belly, even with nothing showing at all just yet because it was so early, but the feeling was still evident.

He was already in love with your baby.

Barry wanted to keep your pregnancy completely private, and rightfully so since you too weren't ready in telling anyone yet. You had to get the ball rolling on doctor appointments and checkups, it was your main priority. Barry still worked, though he made you promise to call him at any time if something happened. You knew he would keep his phone next to him at all times, and as sweet it was the Barry wanted to be part of everything in the pregnancy journey, he had to go back to work.

But he still came to appointments when he could, although some of them were restricted because of the COVID protocol. He made it the first sonogram viewing, his eyes misting as he held your hand and the picture of your baby came on the screen. You are crying too, and although it looked like a blob, it was yours so to speak.

Barry kept a copy of it in his wallet.

"Congratulations! You both have a healthy son!"

Your energy was drained as you felt like you were sinking into the hospital bed, Barry still holding your hand but watching with wide eyes as the nurses were checking on your son and getting him clean. You could hear your little one whimpering and crying, a sure sign he was okay in your eyes as one of the nurses then placed him on your chest. Your eyes opened, looking down with watery tears as your baby boy was nestled against your skin. His soft and new skin, the dark mop of hair on his head, and a nose the clearly belongs to his father was evident and made you grin so widely. Even while you were exhausted and still going through the afterbirth, your eyes were on your son.

He was there, safe in your arms and real.

6 Months

Your belly grew as the months came and went, Both yourself and Barry only told your immediate families when you were about to show since it would be hard to hide it from them. They were very happy, especially your mom and dad since this was their first grandchild. But you made them all swear not to tell a single soul, Barry mostly wanted to make an announcement publicly when you were further along and ready for it.

Yet that didn't stop him from telling his Eternals Co-stars, all of whom met you and adored you when you were visiting him on set. They were all congratulating you through FaceTime and phone calls when Barry broke the news, yet you gave him a glare and he shrugged.

"They would've killed me if I didn't tell any of them! They love ya anyways!" He reasoned.

Your mother threw an intimate baby shower when you were 6 months along, Barry thinking that was the perfect time to leak the news on his Instagram with your permission. He only took one picture, which was of your recent sonogram that showed the profile of your baby next to a slice of cake from the local bakery for the shower, blue filling evident and nestled in the layers.

"How is he, Barry?"

"He's just fine, luv,"

You signed, placing your phone down and watching with a tired smile as Barry was pacing the hospital room, your son swaddled and in his arm fast asleep. He's only a few hours old, but your baby was already popular amongst your friends and family. Barry's Instagram was going crazy since he took a loving and intimate silhouette of you and your newborn son nestled against your chest. He asked first, and you couldn't say no when Barry was bursting with pride, wishing to showing him off as soon as he could. Barry made sure you approved of the picture before he posted it, and of course his fans were going crazy because of it.

Barry was holding his son close to him, watching him with undivided attention as he was sleeping soundly and with no worry on his fresh and infant face. He finally walked over to sit next to you, carefully getting into the chair that was parked next to your bed. Your eyes were gravitating to your son, whom yawned widely and then settled back into his sleep.

"We need to think of a name," Barry mentioned to you as he stroked some of the dark hair on his head. You thought about names for some time, even after you two found it you were having a boy. At first you two couldn't think of a name together then realizing it would be better to wait until he was born to finally choose.

"I like the name you picked out when we had ice cream two weeks ago, back when I was craving it bad. Remember?" You asked you, seeing him look from the baby to you. He looked a bit confused for a second, not getting what you were talking about. You smiled, nestling against your pillows a bit as you stared at your son lovingly.

"Rory. Rory James Keoghan,"

8 Months

"What about Rory?"

"Rory...I like it," You hummed as you took a large bite from your ice cream sundae, Barry sitting across from you with his own bowl of ice cream. You were craving ice cream all within your last month of being pregnant, it didn't matter if it was 9 in the morning or 11 pm, you ached and craved ice cream more than anything. Barry never minded getting your pints from the store down the street or taking you out to the local joint that would be open 24 hours a day.

"Where did you get that name from?" You asked as you wiped your spoon down into your delicate treat.

"I had a friend named Rory once as a kid," He replied as he watched you take a large bite, no thought of acting proper about it. You saw him watch with your spoon in your mouth, giving him a glare as he chuckled from the site.

"I'm carrying your child, you better not say a single word," You warned him as you placed the spoon back in your bowl, "I'm enjoying my ice cream even even though I look like a whale, leave me be,"

"Aye, that's not true," Barry reasoned, moving out from his side of the booth to sit next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life,"

"I'm huge Barry," You said to him in a mutter.

"Look at me, luv," He said softly, you moved you head to lock eyes with him, He smiled at him, his eyes twinkling in the diner lights as his hand moved to place on top of your 8 month old belly. He always wanted to place his hand there, from the very moment he knew you were pregnant until a week before your due date. Maybe it was a safe haven for him, a sense of familiarity and home for Barry to know that his son was there, waiting to join you two in the world and bring more love.

"You're perfect to me," He explained, his voice softly and carefully as your eyes search his, "I feel so goddamn lucky to have you in my life and make it better, and our son's so lucky to have you as his mum. You're gonna be amazin' at this, and I feel honored to watch ya do it all,"

You felt yourself crying as Barry held you close and kissed your watery tears away, your ice cream melting in your bowl as you were occupied with Barry holding you in your arms late into the night. Barry knew how to love you and lift you at the right time and in the right moment. And with one week to go before your son would come and rock your world permanently, you wanted to hold onto your fiancé a bit more.

"Hello, little Rory James," You cooed softly at your sleeping son as Barry placed him in your arms. Feeling the small weight of Rory against your arm and the softness of his dark hair made your heart break all over again. You dreamt of him for months and months, wondering who he was going to look like and how he was going to be as a baby. And you were of course scared that you were going to screw up in some way, shape for form.

But as soon as he was there, full there and being held by you, none of that mattered. All of those fears and insecurities were out the window as soon as you heard him cry out. Seeing Barry cry as he was holding him, pressing his love into his skin and in his hold made everything else cease to exist to you. Your world was shifting into a new mindset with a new goal in mind, and that goal was little Rory.

Your world was indeed rocked, but in the best way possible since Barry was going to be at your side through every moment.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @ftrmrs-ally-harrington @botanicalbarnes @heartofwritiing

[redheadspark]

Fall Prompt Round 2:

Bonfires & "Did you bring a jacket?" / "No." / "Take mine."

with Barry

A/N: STELLA! I love this prompt suggestion with our boy Barry! Thank you so much for the request!

Warmth

Summary: Barry knows just how to wind down at the end of a busy day

Warnings: Just some coziness and fluffy moments coming your way

"Here we are! Red wine for you, luv,"

"Oh, you're a saint,"

"Nah, just Barry,"

You giggled as Barry handed you a glass of red wine, making sure you had a grip on it before he sat down next to you in his own chair. A crackling bonfire was in front of the pair of you, giving some warmth in the chilly air as you both were sitting in your backyard, enjoying the last of the sunlight before the night would come over your home. You loved being out there in the backyard when the weather was right and you needed to unwind.

Just like tonight.

The last few weeks were busy for you: you job was trying to hire new people since things were "slowly" going back to normal and COVID case numbers were going dow. You were helping in the hiring process, a nightmare in all fairness since the paperwork would pile up and the interviews were as dull as a dental cleaning. But your body knew you were good in combing out those who wanted the job and those who needed the job, and you got a promotion out of it too.

So it wasn't too bad, just exhausting.

Barry was just as swamped in his projects since they were picking up again. You two barely had time to be around each other but when you did, you made the most out of it. You both lived pretty close, just a taxi ride to one another or even a walk if you wanted to stretch the legs. He preferred to come to your flat since his was a pinch too small for you two to hang out in. Plus, you had a small backyard that was perfect for using in the summer, growing your veggie garden, and grilling good food when the spring sunsets were perfect.

Tonight, although cold, was a good night to use the bonfire.

You shivered a bit in your chair, Barry noticing and raising an eyebrow at you.

"Did you bring a jacket?" He asked you, you shaking your head since you figured it wasn't going to be that cold that evening. It was a cool day, but the crispness of the Autumn night picked up suddenly and gave you a chill down your spine and along your skin. You had a thick blanket over your lap, but it gave only some comfort.

Barry then shrugged off the jacket he was wearing, you seeing his pull out his arms from the sleeves before he got up from his chair and kneeled in front of you and taking your wine glad to place it on the ground.

"Take mine, before you turn into a popsicle," He hummed, you about to protest with him before he held out a finger to you, "No butts! You're gonna get sick,"

If there was one thing about Barry, it was that he was stubborn and wasn't going to back down. You just sighed and nodded, giving in as he laced your arms into the jacket sleeves. Instant warmth and the scent of Barry surrounding you, the bitter cold was no longer there as Barry grinned from seeing you be in relief. He handed your wind back to you again before he went back to you chair, you watching his exposed arms under his thin shirt he wore.

"Aren't you going to be cold now?" You asked sheepishly, seeing the light of the bonfire reflecting off of Barry. He just grinned and shook his head, moving his chair over a bit to wrap an arm around you and get the blanket over his legs a bit more. One arm was around your shoulders, your head tucked against his shoulder and his fingers rubbing your arms soothingly. "I don't mind it too much. I got ya to warm me up," he commented, though you blushed as you took a small sip from your wine and watched the flames dance in the fire pit, "I should learn by now you get cold faster than me,"

"You make me sound like a reptile," You stated, Barry chuckling.

"More like an Ice Queen," He snorted, you smacking his shoulder and hearing him laugh as he kissed your cheek. You enjoyed having this moments with him, no one else around and both of your professions were place on the back burner for the few hours you had together. Barry loved unwinding with you, not talking about any projects that were coming up or a stressful days on set. You also never wanted to talk about the work drama in the office, though Barry never minded it since he thought it was hilarious to hear.

In the end, you both were a comfort to the other and took your time together seriously.

"Tell me when you get too cold, we'll head inside and get a fire goin'," Barry explained to you as you nuzzled into him some more as you shook your head.

"I like it out here," You stated, "The peace and quiet is quite nice,"

It was true: the calm and peaceful time of day was something that you barely heard. Sometimes it was unbearable to get through the day without getting the headache, the constant noise of cars honking, people screaming, and office chatter would make your head spin. Your home, though small and a bit cramped, was your place of peace and serenity.

And having Barry there was the cherry on top.

"The let's stay out here until the fire goes out," Barry hummed in agreement, you grinning as you both were waiting the sky melt away from the pinks and purples into the dar blues, stars were starting to appear and the moon was about to inch into the night sky.

With a glass of red wine in one hand your boyfriend nestled against you on your other side, your night was filled with warmth.

The End.

Fall Prompt Round 2