josephandrewstarkey

[josephandrewstarkey]

18+ only please. Sexual content, language, unprotected sex and oral sex.

My Masterlist it One and Two

Ethan Hawke

He looked into your eyes, holding your gaze before dipping down to brush his lips over your jaw, down your neck, Nipping at your ribs until you squirmed beneath him. He stilled your movements, sliding his hands up your thighs. Fingers digging into your flesh until he pulls your ass up and presses you closer to him.

A whimper stuttered past your lips. Ethan kisses you, licking the sound out of your mouth until you’re panting beneath him. His left-hand crawls across your thigh, kneading your leg until you’re grinding against him. He slides his hand further, feeling the heat between your legs and sliding a finger along you. 

“Oh.” You gasp, pushing your head into the pillow. He watches you, sliding his finger up and down, stopping at your clit to press down, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. You’re twitching, pouting, your eyes opening to glare at him and Ethan smiles. 

“You okay?” Ethan nudges your jaw, kissing the curve of your neck. 

“Yes.” He grins and speeds up, trading his thumb for the heel of his palm. Your frown dissolves into a moan when he slides a third finger inside, curving them until you jerk on his hand. 

Ethan swears he feels your pleasure emanating from your body and it makes him feel alive. He knows what he wants to do next, what he always wants to do when he has you alone. With a kiss to your chin, he shifts, peppering kisses down your torso and over your hips, listening for the hitch in your breath. 

He moans when his nose brushes your hair; you squeeze around his fingers, making him shiver knowing when he licks you open you’ll fuck against his tongue and groan out his name.

 Ethan waits. Let you push yourself onto his fingers, his nose nudging you when your hips drop. He feels it everywhere when you squeeze around, slick leaking down his face.

Drowning in you. 

“Fuck!” You shout, hands flying to his hair when he licks you open, tongue spreading you apart until he reaches your clit and nips at it. You tug at his hair causing pinpricks of heated pain flooding down his spine. Your hips stutter for a beat, his tongue moving faster before dipping inside until you hiss.

There. 

He moans when you fuck down on his tongue, pressing closer, letting him slide deeper. He spreads his fingers, curling them to pull you down with each snap of your hips. It makes you cry out, your hands clenching his hair tighter, your hips move faster along his tongue.

“Baby-” You whine, “Please.” 

He lifts, rubbing his nose against your thigh to smile up at you, “Then come for me, Sugar.”

He dives back down, redoubling his efforts until you’re fucking his face, his fingers matching your beat as he holds you closer. 

It’s incredible — this feeling of being used to make you come undone. Knowing he did that for you and he’d do it again and again if he gets to hear the sounds you make. 

Exhilarating. 

Sometimes he gets about out of his head, thinks beyond the moment, but right here, between your thighs with his name falling from your lips? This is where everything goes silent. Your hands are shoving at his head now, then you stop. A cautious movement to pull away, return, then pull away again. 

Nope. 

Ethan grabs your hand, looking up at you. “Sugar.” 

You grit your teeth, mouth opening for a beat, bottom lip quivering. The intensity in your eyes, the way you looked down at him? It boils over the heat in his stomach to pool into the groin. With a groan, he fucks into the mattress.

There’s no holding back now. Your fingers curl into his hair to hold him in place, his tongue lying flat, fingers following your movement. 

“Fuck.” You squeeze around him, “Fuck,” Your heels dig into his shoulders, “God, fuck yes - yes - yes.” He feels your pulse, feels the clench of you as you ride out your high on his face. It sends sparks through his body that burn him alive. 

He feels you tug at him; he follows your hold, dragging his facial hair across your nipples then hovers above you. His fingers wrapped around your left calf, holding you close. “You’re shaking.” 

You nudge your nose against his. “I wonder why.” 

The look in your eye, the shine that looks back at him and causes stars to burst in his chest? He wants to keep that forever. He wants to see that every day and every night for the rest of his life. 

“Fuck.” He jerks, toppling a little when your fingers wrap around his cock. 

“Baby.” Your hand is slick, sliding down then back up before your thumb teases his slit. 

“Yeah?” Your hand slips over his cock as you nip his bottom lip, up, down, up, down and around his head, making him jump. When you pull him closer, your fingers reaching you before he does, he groans, feeling his cock slide in along your fingers. 

Ethan shivers and breathes into your mouth when you gasp — pulling your head back. He can feel his hair dangle over his eyes, watching it tickle your nose as he fucks into you. Your hand wraps around his neck, heels digging into his ass. It drives him crazy — makes him want to worship every inch of you for letting him have you like this. 

“Come on.” You whisper, reaching down to grab his ass, guiding him deeper, deeper, until you move beneath him. Your chin knocks against his when you throw your head back, a sharp gasp escaping as he nips your ear, kissing down your throat to leave a trail of marks. He licks the sweat from your skin, rocking his hips with you.

He groans when you scratch your nails through his facial hair. “Here.” You kiss his forehead, lifting his chin with your fingers. 

“Open.” He moans when you slide them into his mouth, coating his tongue with the taste of you.

He sucks when you push deeper, your hips moving faster, making him lose himself at the moment. He moans around your fingers, swallowing around them. His body buzzes with electricity. 

“Thank you.” You murmur against his ear.

Ethan closes his eyes, your fingers resting on his tongue, and you squeeze around him. He hisses when you pull your fingers away and wrap your arm around his neck. 

“Fuck.” You groan, head tipping yourself back as your arm tightens. Your legs tremble as you keep moving with him. He licks the spit from the corner of your mouth and dips down to bury his face in your neck. 

He shifts, moving you higher, pulling you closer, your body going pliant with a long moan. 

“Fuck, Baby. Fuck.” His ball tightens and his head tingles as he loses his rhythm and bites your shoulder. 

He comes down as your fingers card through his hair. He lifts to look at you, sliding his elbow to hold him up. “Hey.”

You wiggle your eyebrows, “Howdy.”

@fathertollerssinner

[josephandrewstarkey]

could you write todd helping reader in english? like helping her with poetry or just regular homework. also, they are already dating ❤️ im a sucker for established relationships im sorry lol

Study Buddies

Pairing: Todd Anderson x FemReader

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, some language, just sweetness

Summary: Being a student at Welton is difficult and even more so when you already struggle with most of your classes. Thank God you have a sweet boyfriend who is always so willing to help.

word count: 700

Masterlist

The groan you let out immediately causes Todd to lift his head and scan the library for any onlookers. Deer in headlights like always just at the thought of someone paying a semblance of attention to him. You shake your head as you watch him, dropping the pencil in your hand as you completely give up on the assignment in front of you. When Todd realizes the coast is clear he finally turns his attention towards you.

“What’s wrong now?” he curiously asks and you wonder how he ever got comfortable around you if he panicked like that over just a couple of curious looks.

“This homework is impossible. I give up” you tell him, eyes glancing at the chemistry you no longer cared about. Even if you could figure out what all of it meant, the amount you had been given was absurd.

“You don’t give up, you just need a second to collect your thoughts” he says, voice his normal quiet and hushed tone and you watch as his hand reaches and slides the book back towards you. “Give it another go”

“I’d rather die” but the pointed look he gives you convinces you to pick back up the pencil and stare at the images on the page.

“I don’t get it” you pout, half annoyed and half on the verge of tears. Welton was hard, you knew that, but it still broke your spirits just the same.

“Let me see” he says, scooting close enough that his knee bumps against your own. He’s a fool if he thinks there’s any chance you’ll pay attention to your homework now. Not when your extremely adorable boyfriend is now this close to you.

“Oh well that’s easy, here look” but when Todd’s eyes look up to meet your own he can see you’re no longer interested in whatever he’s trying to show you. The look makes his ears tint pink and you can’t help but smile.

“Todd, I don’t want to do my homework anymore” you coo, leaning your face close to him. His head swings again, searching to see if anyone was peaking in on this private interaction. He freezes when your hand reaches up and stops him.

“W-we have to study” he tells you but you let out a soft ‘shh’. Stopping his stuttering and brushing your nose against his own. His face is fire truck red in an instant.

“I’d rather kiss you” you say, hot breath fanning across his lips and you can feel his mouth opening and closing, struggling to find words in this very moment. You love how shy he can still get around you.

“You gonna stop me?” you whisper and he shakes his head in your hand, yearning for it just as much as you. With your grip still on his chin you tip his mouth up and towards your own, sealing it against you.

The soft sigh he lets out causes you to grin against his lips before closing them around his again. You kiss him briefly but enough to make him dizzy. When you pull away his eyes are closed, mind reeling and now suddenly desperate to get far away from here. You chuckle to yourself lightly, watching as he processes the moment between you.

“Can you help me with number 6?” you ask and his eyes snap open, trying to recover from the whiplash you’ve just given him. He’s a mumbling mess, head snapping between you and the text book and you offer him as innocent a grin you can muster.

“Everything okay?” you curiously ask and he smiles, laughing lightly to himself and mentally cursing himself for always falling into your traps. It made sense you were the only girl who was able to lock him down.

“Everything’s just fine” he says, sliding back close and leaning to look at the question. You watch him intently, waiting as he processes the words.

“Okay, listen close” he starts and you grin, eyes casting over the page as you’re now prepared for him to explain. He was right you definitely needed a second to collect your thoughts.

Best mini break ever.

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We are dreaming of tomorrow

and tomorrow isn't coming

We are dreaming of a glory

that we don't really want

We are dreaming of a new day

when the new day's here already

We are running from the battle

when it's one that must be fought.

- todd anderson's poem

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Skins gen 1

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I was watching Outer Banks and realized how much Rafe Cameron reminds me of Patrick Bateman. Especially season 2. I definitely have unhealthy type.

(Pictures found on Pintrest)

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daddy

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STOP IT RNNNNNNNN

I’m going to fucking kill myself GOODNIGHT!!! I swear my love for this man gets lower everyday 🫠

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SOMEONE TELL ME THIS IS FAKE NOOOOOOOOOO

pic from: usersm134678023 on tiktok

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When a multi chapter fanfic hasn't been updated in the past 2 years but the author is still active

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realest shit i’ve ever seen

I did my millionth rewatch of the LOTR saga and i swear to gOD I LOVE LEGOLAS SO FUCKING MUCH BRO!!! I NEED NEW FANFICTIONS👏👏👏

HE'S ONE (IF NOT MAYBE THE ULTIMATE) OF MY STRONGEST FICTIONAL CRUSHES AND EVERYTIME I SEE HIM ON SCREEN I FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN LIKE WHEN I WAS A KID😩😩😩

WHY THE FUCK IS THIS ELF NOT REAL!!!!

they had no right to cast fucking Orlando Bloom that man was too fine in the 2000s and i could've died

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my roman empire

Marianne and Connell + kisses (part. one).

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this broke me

Aftersun, 2022

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‼️QUEER SPOILER ‼️

guys…. OMGGGGJSJZMXKXJDKDKDIDJKCKCKJXBXBJDJDNDNDJFJKDKD. it’s a prosthetic tho 😔

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SOMEONE SPILL THE TEA ABOUT QUEER ITS NOT IN MY CINEMA UNTIL JANUARY 😭😭

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perfect

RAFE CAMERON - can't get enough

x HIGH MAINTENANCE!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: he can’t get enough of your kisses (5 times he wants your kiss and the one time you want his)

WORD COUNT: 877

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: kisses, lots of kisses, soft!rafe cameron

the first time

“rafe, don’t even think about it,” you warned, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks. you were perched at your vanity, delicately putting the final touches on your lip gloss.

rafe, leaning against the doorframe, tilted his head with a grin. “think about what?” he asked, though his eyes were already on your lips.

you gave him a pointed look. “you know what. i just finished, and if you kiss me, you’ll mess it all up.”

he took a slow step forward, then another, ignoring your protests as he stopped just behind your chair. “you look so pretty,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“rafe.”

“just one,” he said softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

you pulled back, huffing as you turned to inspect the damage in the mirror. “it’s sticky now! you never listen.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. “you look perfect, even if your lip gloss is a little smudged.”

the second time

you were deep into your nighttime routine, carefully patting moisturizer onto your face when rafe walked into the bathroom.

“what are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching you with a curious look.

“my skincare,” you said simply, dabbing a bit of eye cream under each eye. “you should try it sometime.”

he smirked. “i’ll leave that to you, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror. “okay, what do you want? you’re staring.”

“a kiss,” he said immediately, stepping closer.

you turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “rafe, my face is all sticky from product. you’ll hate it.”

“don’t care,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

before you could stop him, he kissed you, pulling back with a satisfied smile despite the faint scent of your moisturizer lingering on his lips.

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“and you’re adorable,” he shot back, pressing another kiss to your forehead for good measure.

the third time

the sun was setting, and you were chatting with sarah and wheezie near the food table when rafe appeared out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist.

you looked up at him, smiling. “hey yourself. having fun?”

“not as much as i could be,” he said, his tone teasing as he leaned down slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips.

you quickly caught on, shaking your head. “not here, rafe! your whole family’s watching.”

he shrugged. “so? they know you’re my girlfriend.”

before you could argue, he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling away just as quickly.

sarah groaned dramatically. “ugh, get a room, you two.”

you flushed, nudging rafe’s side. “see what you did?”

“worth it,” he said, smirking as he reached for a drink.

the fourth time

you were pacing the living room, phone pressed to your ear as you talked to one of your friends about an upcoming event.

“no, i think we should go with the gold theme—it’s classier,” you said, pausing to listen to their response.

rafe was sprawled on the couch, watching you with an amused expression. when you passed by him for the third time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“babe, stop,” you whispered, waving him off.

he ignored you, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. “just one kiss,” he whispered back, a playful smile on his face.

you glared at him, but he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could stop him.

“sorry, i got distracted,” you said into the phone, shooting him a look.

rafe just grinned, leaning back like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

the fifth time

“careful!” you warned as rafe grabbed your hand, admiring the shiny new polish on your nails. “they’re still wet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so? i’m not touching them.”

“still, don’t mess with me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he pulled you closer.

he smirked. “mess with you? i’d never.”

before you could argue, he kissed you, holding you close despite your half-hearted attempts to scold him.

“rafe! now i’m all distracted,” you whined, though you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“good,” he said, grinning. “you’re cuter when you’re distracted.”

bonus

it had been a long day, and rafe was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he flipped through channels. he looked so relaxed, so content, that you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

without a word, you climbed onto the couch and settled beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft as he looked down at you.

“hey,” you replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised when you leaned up and kissed him gently.

when you pulled back, he grinned. “what was that for?”

“just felt like it,” you said with a shrug, though your cheeks were warm.

“you’re cute when you’re sweet,” he teased, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

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omg i have such a good idea for a story/series 😆😆