#arvin russell x female reader

[silkylovey]

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rafe’s birthday gift

anal with rafe

public sex (fingering) with rafe

sitting on peter’s face

every day sex with rafe

riding peter

riding peter while he is driving

sensual sex with peter

threesome with rafe but he doesn’t want to fuck the other girl

sucking rafe off while he’s driving

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ALL WORKS ARE FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY.

𖥔 indicates smut

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By ☁︎☽Cocoa☽☁︎ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon @cocommunitymoon

𖥔 ✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 | Laurie Laurence x soft!dark!female!reader

I’ll sit and watch your car burn With the fire you started in me

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Arvin Russell x soft!dark!witch!reader

We are drawn to each other To the power, the passion But beware what awaits you Through the laws of attraction

𖥔 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | drummer!Taylor Russell and lead singer!Timothée Chalamet x black!female!reader.

Seeing your favorite band Bones and All becomes a dream come true in ways you never thought possible. Rockstar AU

✶ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍 | Inevitable!Timothée Chalamet x black!female!Reader

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓 | Timothée Chalamet x soft!dark!demon!female!reader

Demons always collect on their deals…

𖥔 ✶ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Alouette!Timothée Chalamet x black!reader

Run far and fast…

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 | On Your Team!Timothée Chalamet x black!female!reader

In the meadows.

By 𐀔Alex𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𖥔 ✶ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄 | Steve Rogers x female!reader

On Steve’s birthday, a friendly gesture on your behalf leads to more than you could bargain for.

By ★Stella★ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𖥔 ✶ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎/𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 | Multiple characters

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 | character x black!female!reader

Meet Vulture and Birdie hero's in Omis City

By ☄︎Ellie☄︎ @mrsmischief209

𖥔 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 | Aaron Hotchner x female!reader

By ⎈Navy⎈ @navybrat817

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

You try to continue the date like "normal" after Bucky's promise.

𖥔 ✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 | Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

You talk to Addison, but may have dug a deeper hole for yourself. Bucky has a chat with you, too.

By ⚔︎Suz⚔︎ @targaryenvampireslayer

𖥔 ✶ 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 | Dark!Qimir x female!reader

The apothecary is empty, treasures could be within, but you might get more than you bargained for.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

𖥔 ✶ 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍! | Ghostface! Eddie Munson x dark!black!female reader

You were one of the popular girls in high school. Now you’re back home for the summer and you and the queen bee are getting weird phone calls. But what if this is only the beginning of the horror?

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 | Usopp x strawhat!reader

With loguetown ahead of the crew, usopp finds comfort on your shared moments. talking, working or in complete silence: he loves them all.

𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 | Agatha Harkness x female!reader

Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 | Shan Yu x female!reader

for shan yu, you are his destiny. for you, he is the man that kidnapped you. love at first sight is a tale as old as time. he just didn't expect you wouldn't believe in it.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍 | Tanjiro Kamaro x Hashira!Reader

tanjiro was accused of treason, and there was more than enought proof for you to cut his head and damn his existence. that was your duty as a hashira. but as a friend, you couldn't. you could never.

By 𖠰Nat𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | Mr. Freezy (Bobby) x hitwoman!fem reader (kitten)

Some things never change…

By ఌBam Bamఌ @buzzkillers

𖥔 ✶ 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Namor x black!female!reader

You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.

By ✬Astro✬ @eulalielatibule

𖥔 ✶ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 | dark!silverfox!Andy Barber x innocent!female!reader

By 𓆸Rika𓆸 @fushic0re

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | Rika x Toni Fushiguro

Self ship moodboard

By ⚘Akane⚘ @haravath0t

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆... | Alhaitham x Akane

Self ship post

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[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+

Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh

A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two

Bambi’s pov:

“Such a good girl.”

Good.

Girl.

The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.

It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.

You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.

He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?

You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?

“My dumb baby”

You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.

Maybe I really am dumb.

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Lee’s POV:

He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.

Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,

He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.

No Lee. This is your fault.

He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.

Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.

His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.

Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.

The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.

“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Tick….

BOOM

The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lee was ecstatic.

He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.

Lee knew exactly what you needed.

He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.

“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.

His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.

“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.

His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.

“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.

You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.

But it never came.

Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.

The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.

“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”

“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.

“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”

Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.

Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.

It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.

Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.

Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?

You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.

Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.

“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.

He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.

“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”

He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.

“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.

Fuck, you knew just how to get him.

Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.

Why wasn’t I about to run?

Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.

“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.

Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.

Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.

“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”

Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!

“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”

No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.

But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.

“Yes sir.”

Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.

After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.

Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.

Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.

You wanted him back.

“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.

Not even two seconds later it opened.

“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.

“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”

Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.

It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.

You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.

You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.

Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.

Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.

The sight could have brought him to his knees.

Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.

Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.

He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.

His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.

“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.

Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?

Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.

“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.

“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.

You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?

Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”

He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.

You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.

“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.

Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.

Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.

It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.

Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.

“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.

“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.

You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.

Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.

Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.

“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.

You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.

“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.

“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.

You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.

You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.

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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.

He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.

But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.

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Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.

Love, Bunny 🎀

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[hederasgarden]

Take Me To Heaven

Summary:  If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell  Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Threeesome, unprotected PIV, anal sex, creampie, cum play and generally filthiness.  Word Count: 700 A/N: I have zero excuse for this filth. I am sorry. Thank you @mayhem24-7forever for beta’ing. @yespolkadotkitty is to blame for introducing me to Arvin in this post. I have not seen the movie but she showed me clips and lord above, Tom Holland with that southern accent DOES things for me. No year is mentioned but this can be read to occur during Arvin’s time.

You know it’s wrong to lie with two men at the same time, especially since you’re unmarried. The good book is clear on the matter, but you gave that up long ago after your daddy passed down in the mine and your mother joined him soon after. It doesn’t matter what the preacher in town says, high and mighty on his pulpit. You know the closest to heaven you’ll ever get is with Arvin and Rhett, letting them worship your body and drink from the holy communion between your thighs.

It's not Sunday, but church is certainly in session tonight.

“That’s it,” Rhett encourages, stroking down the line of your trembling back as he slowly pushes past the tight ring of your asshole. It burns and you groan, letting Arvin swallow up the sound with his mouth until Rhett’s seated fully inside. Arvin's sweet face is below you, his throat bobbing as he holds your hips and carefully brings you down to meet his cock. Behind you, Rhett pants into your ear, pulling back at the same time.

"God, you feel good," Arvin groans. "You gonna let us fill you up?" He asks, raising his hips and making you moan, low and long. You curl your hands over his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as both men jostle your body between theirs.

"Yes," you cry, gasping when a sharp snap of Rhett's hips drives Arvin's cock deeper inside.

"Gonna be leaking us everywhere," Rhett pants, his vulgar words twisting up your insides in the best way.

He'd taken you into the city weeks ago, pretending to be your husband to get a birth control prescription filled. You followed the doctor's orders to the letter, careful to take the little pill at the same time each day so you could get to this moment. You wanted to feel them both come inside you, to not have that high cut short in a moment of panic as they pulled out to come on your stomach.

"Gonna look beautiful, filled with us," Arvin promises, mouthing at your nipple. Rhett's lips drag over your shoulder and you feel the bite of his teeth on the side of your neck. He loves to mark you, even more than Arvin does, and you know you'll be wearing a high neck dress for the next week at least.

"Come for us," Rhett encourages.

You shut your eyes and let their bodies carry yours to that zenith of pleasure, coming around Arvin with a cry. He finishes next, tendons in his neck straining as he fights for his own end. Rhett comes last, snapping into you hard enough to make even Arvin groan. It's ecstasy, feeling them both come inside you, giving you that warmth you crave.

The skin of Rhett’s chest is slick and warm against your back and you quake when he pulls his cock from your ass. You can feel his spend dribble down to join Arvin’s.

“Get her on her back,” Rhett rumbles, helping Arvin maneuver you off him.

Your legs are sore from straddling him for so long but when you go to stretch them out, Arvin hooks a hand under your knee to spread you open.

“Let us see our hard work,” he tells you, looking hungrily at your weeping cunt.

The bed dips and Rhett settles himself between your splayed thighs. He drags his finger through Arvin’s seed, smearing it up your belly and then down your thighs.

“You look good like this,” he praises. “Pretty enough I wish I had a photo.”

Heat rushes under your skin at his words. Your body’s still trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure when Arvin curls two fingers inside and brings his glistening digits to your lips. You suck them clean, aware of the way both men watch you with renewed desire.

“I should get a shower,” you tell them, rising up on your elbows.

Rhett shakes his head. “We’re not done. I haven’t had that sweet cunt yet,” he tells you.

You swallow hard and watch him disappear into your bathroom to clean up as Arvin encourages you to roll onto your stomach. His fingers prod your ass and you groan, hips lifting.

“We’re gonna have you everywhere,” he promises.

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Mile High | Tom Holland

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pairing: Tom Holland x female!reader

summary: barely halfway through a long flight, you wake up from a sex dream and need Tom to help you out

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), language, etc.

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word count: 1.6k+

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   You sat on the plane next to Tom, his curly hair falling over his forehead as he stared out of the window, you in the aisle seat. You were glad that the seats on this flight were only grouped into two instead of three... that meant that you could be all over Tom and people probably wouldn't even notice.

    "You okay, love?" Tom chuckled lightly, noticing the fact that you had been staring at him for a while.

    You weren't even staring at anything in particular. Just him.

    Just Thomas.

    The way that his tight black t-shirt strained against the muscles on his chest and arms. The way that his rose colored sunglasses were pushed up through his hair, your favorite pair of his. The way that his gray sweatpants hugged his muscular legs loosely. And how his black, scribbled on Vans, matching with yours, finished off the look.

    "Y-yeah. Sorry." You breathed out, a nervous chuckle following.

    Tom just smirked, obviously knowing that you were still staring at him. He bit his lip lightly, knowing that it drove you absolutely crazy.

    "Not now, Tom," You practically begged. "You know what that does to me."

    He leaned in like he was going to kiss you, but he just moved his lips to the side of your head, his teeth lightly skimming the skin of your left earlobe, causing you to whimper quietly and grip onto one of his biceps tightly. He just pulled away, pecking your lips before he got situated in his seat again, leaving you high and... dry?

    You just huffed, crossing your arms as you slammed your back against your seat in annoyance. Tom just laughed as he adjusted his earbuds in his ears, pressing the play button on his t.v. screen, wrapping his right arm tightly around you. You gave up being mad at him quickly. He has that sort of effect on people. Instead, you decided to melt into his touch, moving your head against his chest to breathe in the smell of him. And, before you knew it, you were asleep against his chest.

***

    You woke up a few hours later, 6 hours left on your flight. The nap actually wasn't that bad, Tom was an amazing cuddler, but it's what you dreamt of while sleeping that was the problem. You were scared that you'd end up getting horny on the flight and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it for 10 hours. And, of course, with your luck, that exact thing happened. Your dream was just a standard sex dream. It was basically just you and Tom fucking in one of his trailers on set for something before a big scene.

    You and Tom always fool around before his shoots. It's usually a quick blowjob to help calm his nerves on the first few days, but on the first night and last night, you always go all the way out. Whether it be fucking against a wall or fucking on his couch, it doesn't matter. It's kind of like a good luck ritual for his scenes to go well.

    But now you were stuck on a plane for 6 more hours, not to mention how long it would take to get to your rented villa. And the throbbing between your legs wouldn't go away until you had some sort of relief, that you knew for a fact. Sure, you could go to the bathroom and take care of it yourself, but you wanted Tom... and you wouldn't stop wanting Tom until you got him.

    "Tom?" You whisper quietly into his ear. Most people were awake now, so you weren't too worried about disturbing people. Tom didn't do anything at the sound of his name, so you decided to wake him up in a way that had proven very popular with him in the past.

    You dragged your hand lightly down his chest, feeling his abs underneath the thin material of his t-shirt. You licked your lips before moving them down to the soft skin of his neck, sucking small, purple marks onto it. You continued to drag your hand down his body, finally resting atop of his gray sweats, right on top of his cock. You squeezed lightly as you continued to suck marks onto his neck. He was starting to wake up, stirring in his sleep as small, low moans started to leave his lips.

    You started squeezing harder, sucking on his neck harshly when his eyes snapped open, his head snapping to the side to look at you.

    "Bathroom. Now." He growled, a dangerous look in his eyes.

    You scrambled to get your seatbelt off, your hands shaking from excitement and anticipation. You always loved how Tom was when he got angry or worked up. So much rougher than usual.

    You practically ran to the bathroom, closing the door but not locking it, eagerly waiting for Tom to walk in. Not even a minute later, Tom came bursting into the bathroom, locking the door before looking at you. There was stillness for about two seconds before you two pounced on each other at the same time, one of Tom's hands grasping your neck tightly, the other snaking down your body to hold onto your ass, using the strength of one of his arms to lift you onto the small countertop, your legs tightly wrapped around the lower half of his body, his hard, covered cock hitting your clothed core. You both moaned into the kiss, Tom's hips grinding against yours to create some sort of friction. You both pulled away momentarily to lift Tom's t-shirt off, yours following shortly after.

    "Tommy..." You moaned quietly, not wanting anyone to hear you two, when he started sucking harsh bruises onto the soft skin of your neck.

    "Get down." He demanded, his beautiful brown eyes darkened, to almost black, and lust blown.

    You did as he said, deftly hopping onto the floor. "Turn around, babygirl." He said, whispering it into your ear, causing a moan to leave your lips from hearing him use that pet name.

    You turned about so quickly that it almost made your head spin, your hands tightly gripping the rim of the sink. Tom leaned in, moving your hair away from your neck to softly kiss the skin, a sharp contrast from his earlier actions. He reached around your waist softly, deftly undoing the strings of your sweatpants, pulling them down, your underwear with them. He pulled away for a second to take his sweatpants completely off, you doing the same. His long fingers quickly undid your bra, the thin, black straps falling down your arms.

    You both looked up into the mirror, both of your eyes blowing wide at the sight in front of you  both. Your guys' hair messy and disheveled, dark hickeys littering each other's necks and chests, Tom's hard cock in his hand, just inches away from your absolutely dripping folds, both of you completely naked.

    He muddled a quick "Ready?" and you nodded like you were crazy, just wanting Tom inside of you already and that was all Tom needed to slam inside of you from behind, your back arching into his chest. You and Tom both let out moans at the feeling of him inside of you, Tom's head falling back as he groaned loudly.

    "Fuuuck," He dragged out, his eyes fluttering shut, his head now falling forward.

    He pulled his hips back slightly, before snapping them forward forcefully, causing loud moans to spill from your lips. He started a rough, quick pace, his hands gripping your waist tightly, sure to leave bruises, not that you were minding.

    One of his hands left your hip, moving to your hair, using it to pull you up closer to him, your back slamming against his chest as he continued pounding into you at a rough, quick pace.

    "Shit, Tom!" You screamed under your breath, your back arching even farther when he bit harshly onto one of your shoulders, his curly brown hair falling across his forehead, moving with every deep thrust he made.

    "Fuck, you feel like heaven." Tom said, hitting a spot deep inside of you that made you moan loudly, your head falling forward as your back stayed pressed against his beautifully toned chest.

    "Fuck, harder!" You screamed, Tom's hand moving to cover your mouth, his speed and force both picking up. You continued to moan loudly, Tom's large hand muffling the noise as his other stayed on your hip, his grip so strong that his knuckles began turning white as he let our low groans into your ear, his mouth moving to bite your earlobe harshly, causing you to clench around him tightly.

    He let out another load groan at the feeling of you clenching around him, his cock twitching inside of you, signaling that he was close. "Fuck- Oh my fucking god. Cum for me, Y/N. Come all over my cock."

    His words of encouragement spurring you on and the feeling of his hitting a spot so deep inside of you that it made you vision go blurry was enough to bring you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you like a giant wave, Tom's following almost immediately after yours, the feeling of his cum coating your walls causing you to let out even louder moans until both you you were absolutely spent, the two of you sweaty and disgusting, but sweaty and disgusting and in love. You thought it was funny how you could go from getting absolutely destroyed by Tom, to looking back and seeing his smile and still getting butterflies, even after all of the years that you've known each other.

    "I love you, Y/N." He breathed out, moving his head to kiss your temple.

    "I love you too, Tommy."

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Against Heaven

Pairing - King Of Hell Tom Holland x Fallen Angel Reader

Summary - A note has fallen with an Angel, bringing heart to heart fluffy feelings but With it comes danger in the right directions!

Warnings - 18+ Angst but not with the couple, mentions of abuse but the abuse does not happen to anyone at all, smut (praise kink, female receiving, sex)

A/N - More to come with part 2, soon! There is also going to be writing on Tom Holland such as Mobster au, his characters such as Nathan Drake, Peter Parker and Arvin Russel. And finally himself. Plus Merman and Prince finale parts are coming soon. Thank you for supporting and appreciating my blog, it has been delightful for me. On another note, the mood boards are still open, if you would like one! Hope you enjoy reading this and my future works. 

Word count - 3.4K+

“Oh, my sweet Angel,” Tom brings his strong arms to cradle you, your white pale wings following you as he lifts you up. “Who left you on the floor, should be shamed!” Tom scoffs as he carries you to his warm, comfortable bed.

You enjoy the heat radiating off of Tom, his arms are like heaven except heaven isn’t warm or safe! That one is to imagine…

You close your eyes, until you feel soft, smooth silk running against your back. Sighing in content as the fluffy covers are pulled over you. But it got better because just as you thought Tom was going to walk away, he didn’t. He lifted up the covers to slide next to you, yet again cradling you like you were his.

“Are you ok, Darling?” He asks, in the most curious way. His voice is so soft like velvet, music flowing into your ears. “Mm,uh” you hummed feeling tired. you are a small, delicate Angel needing your rest when things get to stressed, Tom thought stroking his larger finger tips through your hair to relax you. Kissing your forehead, while you sleep.

Tom feels rage as he knows of heavens attic’s.. pulling you closer into his chest to warm you up.

Later that afternoon, Tom is in the throne room looking at a letter written by Heaven. Tom tuts at the poor excuse of a letter.

We sent an angel, who was no good! No longer pure but full of redness and evil. Do as you please with her, she is no good to us. Feed her to your demons if you will, better place for her. We did not harm her because we know that you will, also didn’t have the time for her pathetic excuse of a life. We have more important things to do and see. Torture her or squish her, do what you like to harm her! We would love to listen to the results of your behaviour towards the useless angel. Yours sincerely, heaven.

He rips it up for a his servant to clear it, looking the other way to a book that entails a powerful secret. Picking it up, wiping the dust off to read the pages clearly. He knew of a secret but nothing much about it, he was intrigued! Smirking at the words he read…

A particular Fallen Angel will present hell, heaven is clueless at what is to come of their actions. They will be out powered at what they thought was weak and useless. Grace of Hell will be crowned, long grace the Queen!

That is why he felt a connection when he picked you up. That is why he wants to protect and love you, Tom thinks. Bashing the doors on his way out, he comes to you just waking up from your slumber. Stretching on his bed, you give him doe like eyes. Tom reached out to stroke your scalp, you purr at his touch. He comes closer pulling you into his arms, smiling at your sounds.

“What is your name, Darling? I am the king of hell, people call me high class titles but you can call me Tom, sweetheart!” He states, feeling your soft, white wings. They are so beautiful like you. You do not feel scared, which is strange considering he is so powerful and deadly. Liking his touch, You are brave to place his larger hand into your smaller one, therefore, Tom graces you with a smile on his face, loving your touch!

“I’m Y/N, your Grace,” you explained, shyly covering your face with your kneels. Tom frowns, “please do not call me anything other than Tom or names of Your choosing.” He gently pulls your kneels away from you, “let me see your pretty face, please don’t hide from me, my love.” You comply, as Tom was pushing some of your hair back behind your ear.

You was confused as he called you his love but you let it go, “what am I doing here?” Asking another question instead. You sit up looking around the bedroom, so unfamiliar yet so comforting. Tom looks into yours eyes as you tilt your head full of curiosity.

“Yes but first As long as I am here, no one can hurt you! Understand sweetheart?” Tom sternly but softly says to you, gently kissing your forehead. You get chills down your body as his lips connect to your skin. “Yes, Tom!” You lightly breathed out, looking in bewilderment.

“That is good!,” He praise but then sighs of what is to tell to you, trying to explain simply.

“Heaven sent myself a letter. They thought considering I’m the king of this realm. I am “evil” and punish souls, which I do but not for no reason, Darling,” Tom quotes, continuing, “They stated that they gave you to hell, pacifically for me to punish you,” Tom grits his teeth, to keep his cool at just thinking how heaven has betrayed you.

You are in shock, tears in your eyes. Looking away at Tom, before he could even get another word in you ran out of the room. Not even knowing where you was going. Tom gasped, “No, darling I’m not going to hurt you,” he quickly ran straight after you, he knew that your reaction was going to be bad. Going to be somewhat scared of him too. It made him feel sick full of hatred, towards heaven the way they thought he would treat his soon to be loved Queen.

He never knew of course, that you was going to end up coming into his life. To make him feel this way, for him to cherish and hold you for a couple of times so far is the world to him! He will happily show it to you and the whole universe too, not afraid of his feelings as he once was.

He caught you just as you was going to lock a bathroom door. He wrapped his strong, protective arms around you. Comforting you with sweet nothings. “Hey, hey, hey, sh sh, I’m not ever going to hurt you my sweet, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead, “They thought I was going to do something dreadful to you, but instead I fell in love with you, Darling,” He confesses, with a bit of hope of you loving back.

He picked your chin up to look him into his eyes. His heart broke seeing you with glossy, teary eyes “You understand, what I said! no one is going to hurt you because I will always protect and love you no matter what!” You cuddling him back tighter into his warm, toned chest smiling. He wipes your remainder tears from your eyes and cheeks.

Your breathing goes back to normal, feeling content to finally speak, “You are delightful Tom, I know you will never hurt me. I was just shocked with the information, I didn’t know how to deal with it. Sorry for running away, but you caught me in time.” You giggle, “I love you too, softy,” he puts his hand on his chest giving you a offended look, you giggle harder.

“I am not a softy, only for you,” he winked, flirty. “Do you feel a pull towards each other? Because just a few hours to a day Knowing you I feel connected like I was meant to be with you,” you asked, stating the obvious. Tom smiles at your words, Tom takes your hand guiding you back to his bedroom.

“I do too, it’s crazy but it’s wonderful what fate can do for demons and Angles like you and I!” He reply, honestly. Propping you up against his chest on his lap, wrapping his arms around you again. You purr again, Tom chuckles.

“I love your reaction, sweet Angel,” he kisses your cheek, you blush at the feeling. You lean back a bit more feeling his abs, through his thin shirt is a really good feeling.

“I’ve got something else to tell too, My Love,” That is why he calls you, My Love you thought. Tom fidgets with his rings on his fingers, you notice taking his hand to calm him. Smiling towards him to continue. 

Tom turns you around in his lap, so that your facing towards him, “Heaven or anyone does not know this yet, I’ve only just found out today too. We are fated together and I feel so grateful to have you. You are The Queen that I’ve been looking for,” Tom kisses your cheek. “will you do me the honours to be my Gorgeous, powerful Queen, My Love?” He looks into your beautiful eyes. You nodded, consenting into your fate.

Tom smiles snapping his fingers for a beautiful crown appears in his lean, slender fingers. “Just fitted for you, My Darling Queen,” He places it on your head, smiling at you. “Oh my gosh, of course Tommy,” he closes his eyes pulling you into your first kiss on the lips, passionately. His hand gently holding your jaw, your eyes closed as you kiss him back. They are soft and moulded into one another’s perfectly, like fate have said they meant to be forever.

“Pretty crown for a pretty lady,” Tom bops your nose, you giggle. “It’s heavy isn’t it,” you take it off, putting it on the table side. Tom just nods, lifting you up. “Do you want to change, beautiful,” looking at your night gown, seeing that it was still on you. “You have a whole wardrobe full of dresses, you can say when you want something new,” Tom points over, where the doors lead to your clothes. “Thanks,” you kiss his cheek.

Getting off his lap to pick out a dress. You hold up two beautiful dresses. “What do you think? This one or this one,” you ask Tom’s opinion, showing him the dresses. “Love, you can decide but if it makes you happy the red one gotta be matching,”He smiles winking, butterflies going up to your stomach. You smile wider, taking the red dress off the hanger to wear it.

“You need help? sweetheart,” You nod, he comes behind you to help you with the strings to your dress. Pulling them tighter, “is that tight enough, Princess?” “Yes, it’s good thank you,” you smile, to face Tom. You tippy toe to Kiss him sweetly on his lips. He chuckles, that your shorter than him.

“God, you look Gorgeous baby,” Tom compliments you.

You and Tom walk down the hall holding hands to the throne room, since business needs to be attended. You see that there are two thrones, one for the king and one needed for a Queen. The chairs are very high, Tom lifts you up onto your throne. “Do you like your chair?” he whispers, kissing your cheek. You giggle nodding at his silly behaviour.

“Do you want to sit on my lap, or do you want to sit in your own chair, sweetheart?” Tom questions, smirking. Your eyes lit up to the question. “I’m a sit in your lap,” you shyly, said bringing your arms for Tom to pull you back down. He chuckles, kind of knowing your answer. He sits on his throne, and lifts you up onto his lap. “There where you belong, my Queen,” he kisses your cheek, you giggle. “My king,” you whisper, smiling. “Yes, my love” Tom whispers back. “Nothing, I was just calling you My king,”you giggle, he smiles. “So precious,” kissing you.

His Dark black wings go around you as the large doors open. People, his subjects coming through to the gathering. They look up to see you on his lap, some where praised at how lovely looking you were. Some was not happy for their king. They know not to say anything unless it’s positive or their king will have their head! His subjects asking questions and business is normal, being the king of hell.

They know not to look at his Queen, as he secures his arms round you. While he listens to the enquiries, he strokes the back of your head near your neck. Watching souls for the next bit of time as subjects go out through the door but one demon always needs correcting!

Tom turns his head into the direction of the demon looking at what is his. “Respect your Queen, keep your eyes off of her you Runt,” Tom growls, you whimper as his sudden tone. The demon apologises immediately. Tom notices you are afraid, “sh, sh sweetheart, it’s ok,” he coos, kissing your cheeks, You smile.

“Do you want to go the bedroom? darling, you look tired.” Tom lifts you up, taking your hand to take you to bed. You nod, as you arrive to the bedroom. You change into Tom’s top, he smiles noticing you in his top. Stripping to just his boxers, Tom climbs into bed. He takes you into his arms, “Are you ok? Darling,” Tom asks, playing with your hair. Your laying against his chest on your back, “yes, are you?” You close your eyes so relaxed at his touch. “Yes,” Tom kisses your head.

“Go to sleep, My Love,” Tom whispers, pulling you closer. You closing your eyes, “Goodnight, Tommy,” you whisper, “Goodnight My Queen, love you so much, Darling.” Tom whispers, back kissing your forehead. “Love you so much too, Pretty boy,” you giggle, Drifting to sleep.

Tom got up next morning, kissing his beloved on the cheek. You stir, wrapping yourself into the covers more, still asleep. Tom walking down the Dark, red hallways writing a note, to heaven.

I dismiss your concerns of this Angel, sweet innocent souls are to be privileged! Up roar will bring you no greater to good of your words. You are neither good as I am, it’s disgusting how you treat your people. However, you do not need to worry about this Angel that has fallen. Yours sincerely Hell…

Tom signs the paper sending it off to his servant to send to heaven. You come through the door.. “Haz, is that you?” He turns to you wrapped up around your fluffy blanket. “Hello, Darling,” he wraps his arms around you, cooing at how cute you are. You nod, your wings fluttering as he touches you. Sensing that your protected and comfortable. He smiles, petting your head, such an innocent soul you are. You rub your face against his grinning, petting his curly locks as he did yours. “Hi, mmm your warm,” you giggle, snuggling up to him more.

“Do you not get enough heat,” Tom chuckles, you shook your head. “Your such a tease, Tommy,” you stated walking towards the door. Begging him to follow you to your bedroom. He takes your hand, you look so adorable with your blanket around you. You make him sit on the bed, you straddle him.

Locking lips so pure and heavenly, tasting such sweetness was actually forbid in heaven. It was such a sinful act before marriage, even in public or in private unless the circumstances of normal life. For instants not sex for pleasure, to full fill your needs and desires. Tom puts his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down.

You getting wet by the minute at his touch! A pure Angel doing such sinful acts makes you feel on top of the world. You grin as you rock your hip on Tom’s lower bulge in his pants. You Throw your head back a bit letting out a moan. “Mm, that’s it baby girl, that’s it moan for me sweet girl!” You let out another moan, feeling great as your wetness gets spread. Tom turns you around, so he can feel you properly. That blanket and your clothes long gone now!

You whimper as Tom drags his fingers to your needy Cunt, he slides the soaking wet thongs off of you. “Your soak darling, my needy little girl,” he kisses you, teasing with his tongue. He puts one finger in while his thumb is rubbing on your clit very lightly. “You like that don’t you pretty girl?” He asks licking his lips, smirking. You nod. “Use your words, Princess,” he corrects you.

“Yes, Tommy!” You squish your thighs together. “No, baby open your legs, let me take care of you,” He parts your legs again, while going deeper into your soaking wet pussy. “That’s it, such a good girl,” he whispers, praising you. “It feels so good Tommy,” you moan as you fuck yourself against Tom’s long, slender fingers. Tom brings his other large hand onto your tit, massaging it.

“Are you close, baby, are you going to cum for me sweetheart,” he kisses your head, finger fucking faster as you cum. “Ahhh, Tommy fuck I’m going to cum,” “cum for me darling, there is a good Angel,” he coos into your ear as you release your high. Lifting you up to sit the other way to face him, you dry hump his cock. His length being so tight underneath his boxers and trousers.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He Questions as you go down, trying to undo his trousers. “Need you,” you whimper, like you are in heat. “Baby girl, let me,” he chuckles standing up taking off his clothes. Tom takes off your remainder of clothes as you moan humping on his hard cock. “Can you fuck me now Tommy,” you grinned, at him wrapping your arms around his neck. Feeling his soft, gorgeous locks.

“I’m a going to fuck you so good, My Queen,” He says with a hint of possessive nature. You grin wider loving at how possessive and strong he can be. He takes the tip and you slowly go down with it being inside you, you moan at the feeling. “Is that ok, can I move Darling?” “Yes” you moan barely getting a word out. He thrusts up to your needy little cunt, you gasp. “Feels so fucking good Tommy,” you throw your head back and moan really loudly.

“That’s it baby, your doing so well, such a good girl, my good girl,” Tom praises you, he pounding into you quicker. “Fuck, Darling your cunt is squishing me so Fucking good,” Tom grunts, as he pulls out and goes back in again. “Aweee, Tommy,” you moan so fucking loud. “That’s it baby scream my name so the whole of heaven, knows I’m fucking my gorgeous, sexy Queen,” he growls, holding you tighter as you both come closer.

“I feel so good, Tommy fuck me, fuck me harder,” you scream in pleasure, “as you wish, Darling,” he fucks you harder even if that is possible, hitting your G spot. “I’m going to cum Tommy,” you gush as Tom hits another good spot. “I’m close too, darling, where do you want me to cum darling?” He asks, smiling. “Inside me please,” you moan, “yes, I’m going to cum inside my Queen,” Tom moaned, pumping his load into your walls. White, sticky cum dripping out of your pretty pussy. As cum filled you up it trigged your high, you release as you feel his seed.

Your faces are in bliss holding one another. “Fuck, you good Darling?” “Yes,” you get your breathe back as you both come down from your highs. Tom hugs you tighter to comfort you, because let’s face it he is really big on after care! He kisses and coos at you. Putting new clothes on the both of you, he tightens your corset just enough for it not to fall down. Kissing your shoulder, as your in-front of the mirror. “My beautiful Queen, so strong yet so precious,” he continues “you are drop dead gorgeous, love you so much My Love.” Kissing your cheek, you giggle.

Turning around his arms to kiss his lips. “Your my Handsome King, love you so much too Tommy.” You reply kissing him again, he smiles. “Are you hungry, My Dear?” He asks, holding your hand stroking it. You nod, he Leeds you to the dinning room. You being a cluster thou, tripped over your dress, nearly falling over on your face.

“Ah, fuck,” as you fall but Tom caught you in an instant with his strong, vein popping arms. You laugh at how he caught you. “Darling, you good? Please be careful,” kissing your cheek. You nod, taking his hand again. Tom pulls a chair out for you, pushing you into the table.

You see one of your favourite meals, “it looks amazing Tom, thank you,” you kiss his cheek, “your welcome, Darling,” he kisses your cheek back. You eat and laugh about different subjects, feeling so natural around Tom like you have been knowing him for years. “Your such a sweet Angel, My Love,” Tom flirts, taking your hand into his. He really does adore you, hoping to get power over heaven sometime soon!

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Dark!Arvin Russell Short Story 1

Written: circa early 2020

Pairing: Black Female Reader x dark!Arvin Russell

valkryienymph asked:

Arvin russel headcannon

Sweet lovely waitress. Kind eyes, soft skin.

How was he to know you would get so worked up? Fate, God, whoever decides the path of man, told him you would be perfect for him. Ya, he knew it in his gut like he knew the sun would rise the next day.

A nice looking girl for sure. In all his travels, he hadn’t seen a more beautiful woman. Even prettier with your skirt hiked up around your thighs.

Arvin fiddles with your folds after he rolls your off white panties to the side.

“I don’t feel too good,” you huff out.

Arvin leans across the seat of his truck, presses his face nearer to your ear.

“Now you be still darlin’“ he whispers in your ear. “Do what I say and nothing bad will happen to ya.”

He can hear you swallow. He thinks about the stories from the guys on the road, their tales of a women and how their throats are wet and tight.

But he pushes the thought away. No, he wants what you have between your legs.

You clap them shut tight on his hand, you push at his chest.

“You son of bitch!” you hiss and shake. It gives him pause, he wonders how much fight you got in you.

“What you ain’t never been with a man?”

He chances another kiss, you swipe away and he brings the hand from between your legs and holds your jaw.

He smears your wetness across your bottom lip before crushing his lips on to yours.

“Taste how much you want it?”

Like a fighting cat you swat at him but it doesn’t do any good.

“Now I told you I would give this here ride home. But-”

Arvin’s tight mouth shifted into a grin in the dark of the cab.

“You gotta treat me nice. You hear me?”

You didn’t move much after that, and only when he forced it. He pulled you by the legs, made you lay flat on the old worn out seat. He nestled his hips right between them, shoved up your dressed and pulled off your panties.

Not taking his eyes off you, Arvin removed his cap, swept a hand threw his brown strands before unbuckling his belt. Your sniffling did little to make him feel sorry for your plight. He unzipped his jeans, brought out his cock, rubbed it a bit while he slid a flinger up and down your wet slit.

“Be nice now,” he said softly and laid on top of you.

Arvin pushed inside, he held your breasts over the top of your uniform and thrusted hard.

“That’s it honey.”

He pumped harder, licked your lips. “I can tell it’s hurtin’ you something bad.” And he thumped harder. “Tight little hole for me, huh?”

He held on to you, hunched over your body, his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs and ass.

“I’m gunna finish in it.”

You shook your head and brought your hands back to his chest and tried to push him off.

Arvin leaned in harder, pressing his weight on to your tits, holding you down as you tried to wiggled your hips away.

That seemed to urge him on. Arvin tossed his head back, groaned loud as he came inside you.

And he stayed there for a minute, to you it felt like ages. His heavy breathing began to level out as he swayed a bit in the dark.

“Now,” he whispered roughly. “Don’t go tellin’ people you got yourself in trouble.”

He pulled out from your body. Fixed his pants as you shifted away from him correcting your own clothing.

Arvin sat back down behind the wheel and turned to look at your wide eyes.

“I’m gunna be in town.”

When you didn’t say anything he reached over the back of the seat and grabbed the side of your head.

“You hear me? I’m gunna be here.” He let go and caressed your temple. “I’m gunna make a home for us. Don’t you worry.”

[biracialdisaster]

Until

God, I'm a pile of trash for this little country baby.

Words: 1728 ~ Pairing: Arvin Russell x f! reader ~ Content: angst, yearning so much yearning, forbidden love kinda, non explicit smut.

He left wildflowers on your doorstep, with a hand-scrawled note:

Meet me at the next turn off after the construction site on route 60.

Hours later, here you are. The sweet scent of pollen hangs in the air at dusk. The fingers of evening spreading slowly over the darkening sky as the sun makes its lazy descent. It’ll be a few hours yet before full dark.

You hope to make the best use of those hours.

The grumble of an engine makes you turn, and you see Arvin’s piece-of-shit truck approaching. He smiles at you from behind the windscreen and your heart turns over. His smiles are rare, and you want to hold each one in your memory forever.

He puts the vehicle into park and you walk to him as he opens the driver’s side door. Not even a heartbeat passes before you’re on him, your hands framing his face, tugging him down for a kiss. His eyes flutter closed and his arms come around you, hands settling at your hips. His palms are large and warm and you feel the heat of them through the worn denim of your cowgirl-style skirt.

“Missed you,” he drawls against your lips when you part.

“Missed you, too. Thank you for the flowers.”

“Ain’t nothin’.” He ducks his head and you can only just make out the tinge of a blush under the slightly ragged peak of his ballcap.

“Arv, I wish we didn’t have to meet like this.”

He sighs, pulls you close. You snuggle into him, fit your face in the hollow of his shoulder, breathe in his scent - cheap laundry powder and clean sweat and the ghost of Old Spice he’d applied hours ago.

“Me, too, darlin’. I tried to stay ‘way from you. But I can’t. It’s burnin’ inside me, this need I have to be close t’ you. I said I wouldn’t make no trouble for you-”

You cut him off with a kiss. “You’re not making it. I am. You’re worth a thousand of those candy-ass boys with their soft hands, Arv.”

He captures your lips again, fiercely this time, and settles his hands under your ass, lifting you up, turning you so he’s got you caged against the car, pressed above the front wheel. The metal’s still warm from the recent engine use, and Arvin is hot at your front, and it’s everything. He explores your neck leisurely, his lips ghosting over your skin as you cling to his shoulders for purchase. The buckle of his belt provides delicious friction right where you need it. You murmur his name, arch your back so he can have better access to the curve where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Think ‘bout this all the time,” he drawls, as he worries a little mark into your skin and then soothes it with the warm wet of his tongue. “Tastin’ you. Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

You feel the same. He sneaks into your thoughts every hour of every day. He haunts your dreams - soft kisses, gentle-rough strokes from work-callused hands. The way he looks at you with those life-old eyes. He’s seen such a lot for someone so young, but for you, he’s gentle.

“I’m yours,” you promise, “whatever they say.”

They are the older folk of the town. The richer ones, the three families who have fingers in all the pies. The ones who decide what happens, generally, and who is allowed to see anyone else. You know Arvin would have hell to pay if they found out you two were seeing each other. Your parents keep insinuating that they want you to marry the Simpkin boy.

You don’t want to. Don’t want his soft, chubby hands, or his sickly smile, or his money, no matter how much of it there is.

You want Arvin and his piece-of-shit car and his worn jean jacket and his honey-on-grits southern drawl.

It might be 1961 in most of the world, but here in the ol’ South you feel as if you’re stuck in the 1600s.

“Best not make promises you can’t keep,” Arvin murmurs, but now he’s rutting up into you and half-breathless, and you press back down into him, your hands wandering under the neck of his worn white t-shirt, stroking your greedy fingers over the little hills of his vertebrae, kissing him with your hands.

“We’re wearing too many clothes.” You start to correct this, hands parting his jean jacket, shoving it down his arms before remembering that you can’t get it off because his arms are holding you up against the truck, anchoring you to him.

“Hold on, honey.” He boots you up to sit on the hood of the truck. Once you’re seated, he strips off the jean jacket, tosses it aside on the dry grass.

The setting sun paints his angular face in red and burnished gold, turns his brown eyes to lion’s mane amber, kisses his long lashes and the sweet curve of his jaw, a little scratchy with a day’s growth of stubble. He’s gorgeous. You’ve always thought so. You grew up on opposite sides of town, but Arvin’s grown into his looks now, that sweet angel-boy face hardening into a man’s, his frame gaining lithe muscle.

You spear your hands up into his hair, catching his battered old cap as you knock it off. You stuff it onto your own head and he smiles up at you.

“Looks better on you.”

“Nah,” you grin, shaking your head. “But I like wearing it on occasion.”

“I’d give it to you, if I had more’n one.”

Sweet boy. He shares everything he has with you, even though all you want is his heart. He’d give you anything.

“It looks cute on you,” you tell him. “But I like it off, sometimes. I like seeing your eyes.”

Those cocoa-brown eyes narrow a little as he searches your gaze, as if you might somehow be lying, but you’re not. Arvin’s eyes are a window to his soul, ever expressive, saying all the things his mouth can’t, or won’t. He’s loved you for a lifetime in the looks he gives you, two pews over in church, undressing you with his eyes; a glance over his shoulder, full of longing as he drives his Grandma back home; a stolen glimpse at you from over the table at the monthly church luncheon.

It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough.

“Never had anyone look at me the way you do,” he finally says, gruffly, lowering his gaze.

“Hey.” You tip his chin up. “I love you, you know, Arvin Eugene.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It’d be damn easier if you didn’t.”

“I don’t care about easy.” You snag one of his hands. The knuckles are healed over, for once - no recent fights with those losers who pick on poor, sweet Lenora.  With your free hand, you dig in your pocket for the daisies you always keep there, pluck one out, and wind it around his third finger. As a girl, you read one day that ancient peoples believed a vein in the third finger led directly to the heart.

“What’re you doin’?”

“If I could, I’d be yours, Arv, forever. I’m just seeing what my ring would look like on you.”

Heat snaps in his gaze, and in a heartbeat he’s on you, kissing you fiercely, his mouth sweet and hot and needy, his hands all over you. You rarely see him like this, desperate for you, and it spurs on your own desperate yearning. He tugs you down off the hood of the truck and you undress each other as the sun continues its slow journey under the horizon. The evening light casts Arvin’s leanly muscled form in shades of dusky pink and gold, and he’s beautiful as he kneels before you, easing your legs wider so he can put his mouth on you.

You thread your fingers through his unruly brown curls, soft as tattered silk, as you arch into his mouth, come undone at his ministrations. He laps up everything you give him, and then kisses his way up your body, his lips warm and wet from administering to you.

You taste yourself on his mouth, brace your hands on his shoulders as he positions himself. The metal of the truck presses against your back and Arvin is so warm and firm and right against your front.

“Arv. Please.”

He rests his forehead against yours, unbearably sweet, and then he pushes inside you, and he fits like you were made just for him to fill. You move together like that for the longest time, Arvin using his body to please yours, finding just the right angle. Neither of you speak; no words are needed.

You tumble over that sweet cliff edge, and he pulls out immediately after. You wrap your hands around him and finish him like that, twisting your wrist how he likes, and he spills on your bare belly, breathing hard against your neck.

“I love you,” you say into his hair.

He nods and presses his face against the curve of your jaw. You feel the hot prickle of tears against your skin, and you smooth your hands over the slope of his shoulder blades, cuddling him close, murmuring sweet nothings about how good he is to you, how you want to fall asleep in his arms every night, how you belong to him.

Eventually, you get dressed. He folds the flower you gave him into the breast pocket of his jacket. You hug for the longest time as the first star winks into being, as the last gasp of sunlight surrenders to the night sky.

He waits until you’re in your own car. In your rearview, he stands against his truck, cap back on, arms folded, but you can see the smile tugging up one corner of his mouth. You drive away, sore in the most delicious way, already missing him more than you can bear.

####

The next day, there’s an envelope speared on to a branch of the tree outside your window, with your name in Arvin’s scratchy handwriting. You ease it free, picturing him climbing the old oak in the moonlight.

Inside is a ring woven from corn husk, beautiful in its simplicity, and a note.

Until I can get you one that’s proper.

[tom-holland-parker]

TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER MASTERLIST

who I write for: 

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Sebastian Stan (On hold for now)

Bucky Barnes

TAGLIST

Kinktober masterlist 2021

Kinktober masterlist 2022

Sugar daddy AU survey 

Champagne Problems:

Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.

Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders

Word count: 1481

Late nights:

Summary: Tom has spent more time memorizing his script than he does sleeping.

Word count: 488

A Classroom Visit:

Summary: Tom visit your kindergarten class one day to drop off your lunch bag. Now all your students know you date Spiderman

Word count: 1063

Detective!Tom

No body No crime:

Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily

Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops

Word Count: 1412

Rockstar!Tom

Rockstar:

Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage

Warning: Smut, cursing

Word count: 700

Scotty Doesn't Know: (Prologue to Rockstar)

Summary: The story on how you’re relationship with Tom began

Warning: Smut, violence, and cheating

Word count: 2324

Mob!Tom

What Baby:

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

Secrets:

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Tease

Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 2326

She’s not me

Summary: when Tom decides to come back to you after realizing now one else can satisfy him the way you do, you aren't as forgiving as he expected

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1400

Face the Mirror

Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1419

Dad!Tom

Painted picture

Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you

Word count: 1516

Are those my jeans?

Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom

Word count: 631

Boxer!Tom

Let me thank you

Summary: Tom keeps waking you up at late hours so you can patch him up. Tonight me finally thanks you

Warning:  Smut (Oral Female receiving), mentions of bruises and cuts

Word count: 1005

Richkid!Tom

Perfect Little Angel

Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting

Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking

Word count: 1365

The Wine Cellar

Summary: When you’re asked to find a wine that would go good with dinner, tom decides to help you out

Warning: SMUT (oral, daddy kink)

Word count: 1200

Professor!Tom

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, shes of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: Smut (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Word count: 4081

Roommate!Tom

Roommates help each other out

Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating

Warning: 18+ (SMUT)

Word count: 1463

CEO!TOM

Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

HEADCANNONS

Tom watching his daughter grow up (dad!tom)

REQUEST

Surprising Tom on set (Stepdad ! Tom Holland x mom actress reader)

Tom get jealous of your ex boyfriend

Tom apologizes after an argument (song request)

Tom fucking you on the kitchen counter (richkid!tom) part 2

Answering questions after your students find out you’re dating Tom

Snow Day:

Summary: Peter is determined to get you to enjoy the snow

Word count: 681

Breathe

Summary: dealing with the stress of your family's expectations leads you to have an anxiety attack on the roof. Thankful Peter is a great shoulder to cry on

Warning: Themes of anxiety, dropping out of college, family expectations

Word Count: 1550

Stark!reader

Let's get married:

Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.

Word count: 2911

The Moment I knew:

Summary: All you asked for was one day to spend with your boyfriend and family, but Peter has let him role as Spiderman take over his life

Warning: maybe a curse word towards the end but other than that nothing 

Word Count: 1520

Begin Again (part 2 of the moment I knew)

Summary: 8 months after you broke up with Peter, you finally agree to meet up with him, but you’re still unsure if he deserves a second chance

Word count: 1409

Headspace

Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but feel like you aren’t enough to satisfy Peter but he’s always there to remind you that he love you

Word count: 669

Warning: 18+ (not really smut but conversations about sex), Peter is obviously 18+

HEADCANNONS

College!Peter dating someone clumsy

REQUEST

Peter loves your boobs especially when he’s stressed

Tell Peter you’re ready for more than a quick make out  (part 2 SMUT)

Peter watching you leave for the summer (Part 2 (Reuniting))

Peter dating someone with an oral fixation

Stark!reader begging Peter to not cast the spell that make her forget him

My Boyfriend’s Back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

REQUEST

Your ex boyfriend messed up Arvin’s car

Sick days

Summary: When you get sick, Sebastian is there to take care of you

Word count: 538

Closer

Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough  

Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)

Word count: 620

Avenger!reader

I Hate you?

Summary: You’re convinced Bucky hates you. Bucky’s convinced you hate him. Steve is just tired of hearing you both complain and finally decides to set you both up

Word count: 1569

Sleepyhead

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch

Word count: 1175

7/11 Slushies

Summary: You give Bucky his first slushie

Word count: 415

Picnic in the park

Summary: Valentine’s day with Bucky

Word count: 1178

A good man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Word count:1272  

40s Bucky

Drafted

Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back

Word count: 1344

Firefighter!Bucky 

Heat on High (Mini series)

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Lay All Your Love on Me (Chapter 11)

Pairing: Soft Dark Alpha Lee Bodecker x Omega Female Reader

Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

And then you keep bumping into him. There's just something about that chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there's something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything's a mess.

But you’re an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.

Chapter Warnings: Strong ABO dynamics, as usual. Sexism, misogyny, male predatory behavior, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of Lee and the Reader's age gap, mild power dynamics, soft!dark, but mostly dark!Lee, dark!Arvin, and dark!Preston. Gun violence, and killing. And mentions of Lenora's rape too. And attempted kidnapping/breeding.

Additional Notes: This was truly the chapter that Alpha Daddy wrecked my pussy. I am now unable to get up with the puddle I have created. All jokes aside though, if any of these themes in the warnings trigger you, please come back for chapter 13, as that chapter will be lighter. Thank you!

If you'd like to read chapter 11 on my AO3, where I also have this story published, you can read it here.

If you’re a minor, please DNI. Thank you.

Word Count: 3,082

Two weeks later…

Today was the day.

It was Wednesday.

Arvin Russell could feel it in his very bones.

The eighteen-year-old young Alpha got up from his bed, combing his fingers through his tousled hair. To try and get it to at least work with him today.

He couldn’t help but feel nervous though. Anxious, even. Arvin walked into the bathroom and took care of business. After washing his face and brushing his teeth and putting sunblock on, he fretted with his hair for a while.

Too long, really.

His hair just wouldn’t be cooperating with him today.

Putting some water on it, he got his hair to flatten down at least a little bit.

That would do it for him.

Silently admitting defeat and just deciding that his cap would hide his monstrosity of hair, Arvin walked down the hall, to the front door. He grabbed the car keys and his cap, putting it on his head.

He knew you and Lenora were in her room. Ever since you had come back, you had decided to keep Lenora company. Because of her morning sickness. You had gone out to the store in town, to buy some pup clothing. The lady up front had been a little confused since you did not smell like you were pregnant with a pup. You had told her that it was for a friend. Everything had been okay after that.

Arvin heard Lenora say something in her room before the talking stopped.

Unlocking the front door, he stepped out.

His heart pounded in his chest.

Was he really doing this?

The front door shut behind him.

He made sure to lock it.

Yes.

Arvin walked to the car. He pulled the driver’s seat open and looked through the window. He saw you climbing in beside Lenora, taking a nap with her. Pretty sure, you started dozing off.

He started the car.

Yes.

He really was doing this.

Soft music was playing from the radio.

Lee had gotten there ten minutes early. Right on the dot. Just like how he and the boy had discussed it.

Some song from Doris Day was playing through the radio while Lee waited, leaning into the driver’s seat. Briefly, he thought about you.

What were you doing right now? Were you sleeping? Eating? Reading a book? Helping Lenora with her pregnancy?

He would never ever tell anyone else this. He would go to the grave with this. But, he never thought about getting married. Ever. Of course, he liked his position. It was a position so above many others. It gave him the control he desperately needed as a child. That young child whose father had abandoned them and had never come back. Lee wasn’t that scared little boy anymore. He was a man now. He had grown into his Alpha hood. And now, now- he was mated. He had an Omega. He had a wife. Someone he had bonded to for the rest of his life. He swore a vow when the two of you had gotten married that he would protect you.

And protect you, he would do.

He opened the compartment in the passenger’s seat, where he had stashed the book.

The boy had snuck into Preston’s house and had stolen the little notebook, and had mailed it to him a few days ago. Lee couldn’t help but flip through the pages until he had gotten to the Coal Creek Church and saw your name on the list.

Even now, his eyes were burning with anger as he saw your name in all caps. If looks could kill, the notebook would have been nothing but pure ash.

But no.

Life was just not that nice to him.

It made Lee scowl.

The music from his radio droned on, and lee found himself treating it like white noise. Still, he continued to space out and wait for the boy.

He had been so engrossed in his thoughts that Arvin had to smack the horn to make him snap out of it.

Lee jumped at the sudden noise. Arvin rolled his window down and looked at him.

“Do you have the book?” Arvin asked him. Lee waved it. Arvin turned back to look out and leaned back. The younger Alpha let out a deep groan and craned his neck. He even cracked it a little.

Sucking in a breath, Arvin closed his eyes for a second. Blue eyes that belonged to Lee Bodecker watched him. Like an apex predator watching its prey.

“I still remember when you came to pick me up from my parent’s house. You know why my daddy shot himself?”

Lee didn’t say anything. Arvin took his silence as a cue to continue talking. “He killed himself cause he couldn’t imagine a world without my ma. He told me he met her when she was a waitress and he had come back after serving in World War One. The war fucked him up. He never was the same. Daddy was a real religious nutcase. It’s why Jack died.”

Jack.

“Jack was… your dog, right?” Lee wondered. Taking in a shuddering breath, Arvin willed the tears back as he nodded. “I loved him, Sheriff Bodecker. He was my pal. My buddy. And then my daddy took him away from me.”

Lee couldn’t help but allow his thoughts to wander back to a conversation he had with you.

Months ago.

When you had been talking about the Doberman that you had with your parents, back in Michigan.

“… he was the only one who could keep me happy. He always waited for me in the living room when I would come home… and he would be at the door to see me every day. But then he got sick and… we had to put him down. Worst day of my life. Felt like… felt like I lost apart o’ myself.”

It had been the same way with Arvin. The two of you had felt like a piece of yourselves had died.

Your innocence had died that night. Both yours, and Arvin’s.

Buying you a dog was next on his list when he came back to Knockemstiff. A dog from the pound that was housebroken and potty trained.

That would do.

“I’m sorry, son.”

Inhaling through his teeth, Arvin gazed up at the roof of the car. “I thought everything was gonna be alright… but then Lenora got raped by the fuckin’ bastard and now he’s goin’ after Mega… feels like my life’s fallen apart again. I’m startin’ to feel like I’m ten years old again.”

Lee didn’t know how to respond. So he didn’t. He only allowed Arvin to sink into his thoughts. To gather his footing.

Heaving a soft sigh, Arvin opened the car door. He stepped out, craning his neck to the side. The two of them were parked a couple of minutes away from the church, so as to not have anyone providing any questions, or see them when they made their escape.

Only one person was going to die today, and it wasn’t them.

“I’m ready to go, Sheriff.”

Lee got out of the cruiser, the seat dipping a little as he got out. The door closed as Lee slipped the little notebook into the pocket of his leather jacket. The same leather jacket you had been wearing when you had shot Preston. Little undertones of gunpowder had clung to his jacket. It made him warm. He was so proud. His Alpha was proud. They had a strong Omega.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Preston Teagardin had been losing his shit the entire day.

His notebook was gone.

And so were his supplies.

All of his plans for you had been thrown out the window because all of his shit was missing.

He couldn’t have misplaced them, could he?

No. No, he couldn’t have.

Right?

As he continued to overthink, his mind couldn’t help but wander back to Lenora.

The Omega he had knocked up.

The Omega that he had been shot for from the Omega he desperately wanted a pup from.

And really, he should’ve been happy that after all of his hard work in looking at every single Omega that was young in the church, that he was finally getting a pup.

But he hadn’t wanted one from Lenora.

Sure, Lenora had been his first choice. And Preston had been dead set on her being the carrier of his pup. Getting her bred with his pup had been the first step. She had confided in him and said that she had fallen pregnant with his pup.

But then you had come in like a windstorm and had caught him red-handed.

And something changed in him.

You. You were a challenge. He liked those.

Ever since his wife had gotten pregnant and miscarried, the Alpha Doctor had told him that there would be a chance that her next pregnancy could be her last.

His wife was no longer valuable to him.

So he had to choose another Omega. He could have any Omega he wanted. He had a position of power, and he didn’t mind if he abused it. He was a Holy Man. He believed in Him. Besides, Omegas were nothing but baby-makers. Preston had heard of male Omegas but had scoffed at the idea. Even if male Omegas existed, marriage was only for a man and a woman. He would not impregnate a man. Please.

Lenora would have been fine, had you not come in and nearly had killed him that day.

He swore he saw Jesus that day. He had limped and had gotten the bullets out. He had taken a couple of days to recover. And then, when he eventually came to, it was as if he had some sort of epiphany.

Preston no longer wanted Lenora to be the mother of his pup.

He wanted you.

Did he want to marry you and have you become a sister wife? The idea was humored. But he wasn’t a Mormon.

He was a God-loving Christian.

He had all the supplies ready. He had been beyond prepared to kidnap you and take you deep into that remote cabin he had stocked up with all the stuff.

He didn’t even care that you had a Mark on your Gland. Even if you had one, he didn’t care. He’d breed you anyway. It wouldn’t have bothered him one bit.

He was practically chill with all that shit.

Preston wanted a pup in you. A pup he had been denied since his wife, his Omega, had miscarried. If he couldn’t get his wife to have one, then you would do just fine.

However, his thoughts were temporarily stopped as he heard someone come in.

He heard two sets of feet.

But no scents.

And really, that should have been the first red flag. But he had been so distracted, so preoccupied, that he didn’t think about it.

“Excuse us, Preacher. Do ya got time for sinners?" One of the men asked.

When the two men received no answers from the Holy Preacher, he heard their footsteps come closer and heard them sit down in one of the many pews.

“What would you like to confess?” He asked. This was the usual. He was not a Catholic, so he did not have a confession booth. That was only for Catholics.

“I’d like to go first, please Preacher.” This man had a lower, deeper voice. The first man who had spoken, his voice sounded a little bit higher. He was younger, Preston assumed. This man though… his voice sent chills down his spine. As if this man was planning something against him. But, like the scents, he allowed this to slide.

Red flag number two.

“You see, I have this Omega. My wife. I love her to death. But… you see, she’s younger than me. Probably by a decade. But this little Omega saw me at church one day, and she wasn’t really feelin’ it, you know? She was nervous. Jittery. But… she smelled wonderful. And she was so nervous and jittery, so I calmed her down. Handed her back to her Mama and I thought it was gonna be all that. Then, I swung by the Seven-Eleven, and there she was.”

Preston heard the man stop talking. His back was turned from him, so he didn’t know who was talking.

However, a beat later, the man continued. “I was curious why she was there. I gambled with her daddy, ya see. And there comes his daughter. She told me she was getting’ a slushie. Now, I had never had one in my life. I’m a recovering alcoholic, ya see. So, I was determined to stay off of the fuckin’ beverage. So I asked her, “they good darlin’? I have this addiction I’m tryna kick,” and she told me that might be a lil sweet for me. Girlie was teasin’ me. Even then. She was the first person who looked at me like I was just me. Someone who was her equal. Someone who was normal. Before I met her, everybody treated me like I was someone to be feared. But this girl… she looked at me like I was human. And before long, I knew I was in deep shit.”

He heard him pause again.

“… Sorry- got a little emotional there. But uh… my Omega she’s… amazing. She makes me a better person. I feel like… like I’m human with her. But our age gap is… well…”

A dark chuckle made the hairs on the back of Preston’s head raise up. He nervously swallowed and felt himself start to sweat underneath his shirt.

“… Let’s just say… the age gap…” another dark chuckle sent more chills down his spine.

“… it turns me on. We’ll leave it at that.”

Preston didn’t know if he should have exhaled. So he did.

“I’m kind of in the same boat. Well, almost.”

The younger man was speaking. Preston listened.

“I got this Omega at home. My wife. She’s a young thing. Does whatever I want to her… she’s a good wife. But, I found myself attracted to this girl. She’s a high school girl. Young, sweet thing, ya know. And well… I couldn’t help myself. I got a little taste of her and I got addicted to her.”

It was at that moment, that Preston got up and turned around.

Both of the men stood up.

The realization showed on his face when he saw the young man, wearing a navy blue cap.

“You’re the Russell boy…” Horror showed in his voice. And when he looked at the older man, with the blue eyes, he saw it.

The familiar-looking black leather jacket.

The same one that you had worn. He saw that the man had a bite mark on his Mating Gland.

This was your Alpha.

Finally, at last, he saw the star that was embedded in his Sheriff uniform.

This was Sheriff Bodecker.

You were mated to Sheriff Lee freaking Bodecker.

“S-Sheriff… what are you doing in this neck of the woods? Shouldn’t you be in Knockemstiff?” Preston managed to squeak out awkwardly.

Lee cocked his head to the side dangerously. “And shouldn’t you be keeping your paws off on what’s mine?” He snarled. He saw the Alpha shake in his shoes.

A rat.

Preston Teagardin was no better than a rat that he could squish, nay, crush underneath his feet.

A worthless piece of shit.

Hell would be a nice place for him.

“I-”

Lee cocked his pistol. Just the very sound of him reloading made Preston gulp.

“Wait, I can explain-”

“I don’t think when you rape an Omega who’s just Presented and impregnate her, only to leave her to dry validates you to speak your shit,” Lee spoke coldly. “I don’t think seein’ my Omega’s name in your damn notebook is good either, but what the hell do I know, Preacher? She’s just my girl. My wife. My Omega. Mine.”

“You-”

“Oh, are you looking for this?” Lee couldn’t help but sneer. Unzipping his pocket and procuring the stupid thing in his hand, casually waving it at him. “Are you searching for your things too? The things Arvin here stole from ya? So you could kidnap my Omega so you could forcibly breed her? And not me, her Alpha? Her Omega chose me. Not you.”

“I don’t care,” Preston managed to say through gritted teeth, and even Lee raised an eyebrow. He would’ve commended the man for his stupidity. He was a goddamn piece of shit that stubborn. He’d give him that. But nothing else.

“I’m getting my pup.”

My pup.

Lee almost shot him right then and there, if it weren’t for Arvin intervening.

“You already got it. With my sister. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, motherfucker.” Arvin spat out venomously.

“Lenora… she’s delusional. She’s delusional, boy. I ain’t taking responsibility for a bastard’s pup.”

“No.”

Arvin cocked his father’s pistol.

“She was just lonely.”

When Preston tried to shield himself from Lee and Arvin using his Bible, it was too late. The first bullet pierced through the Holy Book.

The sounds of gunfire and popping noises echoed through the chapel. And suddenly, Preston Teagardin fell backwards onto the floor.

Lee was the first to lower his pistol. He walked up to the body, just to check and make sure that they had gotten him.

He bent down, putting his two fingers on his pulse on his neck.

There was no pulse.

The man was gone.

Thank fucking God.

“Praise Jesus. Amen.” He muttered to himself in relief.

Slowly, he stood up to his full height.

“Help me get the bullets out. We’ll put him in the body bag and into my trunk. How much gas you got in the car, Russell? We’re going to the next town over to bury him.”

Arvin, for the first time that day, breathed out a sigh of relief.

He had more than enough gas to sustain for the next town over.

“More than enough, Sheriff.”

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Period   | ☁ [0.3k]

   Summary: y/n has her period for the first time around her boyfriend Tom.   

Spill your guts or Fill your guts  | ☁ ✰ [0.8k]

Summary: Tom and y/n got an invetation to James Cordon show “Spill your guts or Fill your guts”. Who would have thought that Tom and y/n are so dirty?

Grenade | ☯ ✰ ♫ [1.2k]

Summary: Tom and y/n live happily together and they are the most gorgeous couple in Hollywood, right?

When i was your girl | ☯ ✰ ♫ [1.4k]

Summary: After y/n´s heartbreaking Music Video, Tom decides to fix it all because it isn´t to late, right?

Never give up | ☯ ☁ [0.9k]

Summary: y/n has one Dream, but what is when her Boyfriend Tom doesn´t support her, Well then he has to face the consequences

Why am I never good enough? | ☯ [0.4k]

Summary: Tom was the sweetest Boyfriend ever and he would never say anything bad about you, right?

Your perfect darling  | ☁ [0.4k]

Summary: After you saw the new picture where Ciara and Tom are kissing that Cherry just released, you feel all of a sudden extremely insecure and jealous.

Mrs. and Mr. Holland | ☁ [0.4k]

Summary: Tom is truly the best Husband a women can possible have.

drivers license | ☯ ♫ ✰ [1.1k]

Summary: Tom and you were maybe young, but you were so in love with each other, right?

all i want | ☯ ♫ ✰☁ [0.8k]

Summary: Tom want´s y/n back, will she let him?

Treat you better |  ☯ ♫ ✰☁ [1.2k]

Summary: What happens when suddenly Shawn mendes walks into Tom´s and y/n´s Relationship?

Fall for you ( and the floor ) | ☁ [0.4k]

Summary: What will Jimmy fallon and Tom think when y/n y/l/n aka. Tom´s girlfriend suddenly burst in Tom´s interview at Jimmy´s tonight show?

Jarley Quinn | ✰☁ [1.8k]

Summary: Your win an Oscar for your amazing role as Harley Quinn´s and Joker´s daughter, but you didn´t knew that Tom Holland aka your role model would be there too.

You just need him | ☁ [0.7k]

Summary: You just found out that you are not able to get any kids, how the hell should you tell your boyfriend Tom that?

Cherry Dream | ☯ ☁ ✰ [0.7k]

Summary: For tom was cherry rough, but he would never snap at you or even hurt you, would he?

The Hollands | ☁ [0.5k]

Summary: The only thing you need is your husband and a few encouraging words while you give birth to your little babygirl.

Who's loving you? | ♫ ☯ ☁ ✰ [2.9k]

Summary: You and Tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you? ( special fic )

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You |♫ ☯ ☁ ✰♡ [5.1k]

Summary: The leader of the London Mafia is the devil in person and you would do everything you can to end him, wouldn't you?

She' a maniac | ☯ ☁ ✰ [3.9k]

Summary: Tom and his family are watching a live footage of the most dangerous women on earth, it's disgusting what you've did, but does he fall in love with you anyway? Well, yeah.

Perfectly wrong | ♫  ☯ ☁ ✰ [1k]

Summary: You and Tom were made to kill each other, but are you able to do that when you secretly love him?

dollface | ☁ ✰ [1.2k]

Summary: You are a big fan of the cute dorky British actor called Tom Holland so it's obvious that your nervous when you meet him, but how is he gonna react when he meets you?

Why´d you only call me when your high? | ♫ ☁  [0.8k] 

Summary: Tom is always calling you when he's high, but this time he´s addictet to something else, you.

Rule number 9 | ☯ ☁ ♡ [2.7k]

Summary: Your Harry Hollands best friend and you two have a list full of rules, rule number 9 is that your not allowed to fall in love nor do anything sexual with his brother Tom, but like everyone knows... Sometimes it's very hard to follow rules.

Purple Rain | ♫ ☯ [ 2.9k]

Summary: Love isn't temporary honey, but it can be made unforgettable.

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All the good girl go to Hell | ☁ ☯ ♡

Summary: y/n has always been a quiet and shy girl. She was a typical good girl. And that's exactly what Tom Holland aka. the most feared man in the world want. A good girl, but will that work?

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emotional wreck | ☯ [0.5k]

Summary: What will happen when the most powerfull man, got the most emotional girl in his hands?

Date night | ♡ ✰ [0.4k]

Summary: Tom takes y/n out on a date and after the date, well... they are having their own little ´after party´.

I'm here for you | ☯ ☁ [0.2k]

Summary: You live in a toxic Relationship but your best friend Tom is there for you. 

Red | ♡ ☯ ☁ [0.7k]

Summary: Tom and you both don´t know vanilla sex, but what will happend when he takes it too far? 

Learn your lesson  | ♡ [0.4k]

Summary: When you were bad, then you have to be teached a lesson, that is easy...right?

You are my everything | ☯ ☁ ✰ [0.4k]

Summary: You and Tom both hate it when you give each other the silent treatment.

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You and Tom fight but makeup immediately afterwards | ☯ ☁

Tom's parents are asking him when he's gonna propose to you and he get's super nervous | ☁

Tom is talking to your baby bump | ☁✰

Tom thinks that you should better behave | ♡

You try to get your pencil back and end up on your knees infront of your history teacher Mr. Holland | ☁

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caught | ☁ ✰ [0.5k]

Summary: y/n stark is dating the little dorky boy called Peter Parker behind her Fathers back.

first time | ♡ [1.3k]

Summary: Peter parker and y/n want to take their Relationship to the next level.

Help me, the babies went insane | ☁ [0.6k]

Summary: y/n got elemental powers and her lil babies that she has with peter got some too... what happens when peter is home alone with the toddlers?

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I just wanted to be like you | ☯ [0.3k]

Summary: You just wanted to be like your father, well, not every Story got a happy ending.

The third broken Heart | ☯ [0.4k]

Summary: My heart got already broken two times, but Peter would never break it a third time, right?

Too much love to handle | ♡ ☁ [0.3k]

Summary: Peter is edging you until you can't take it anymore, until you cry. You think that everything was perfect, just a little bit too much... But how will Peter react when he is seeing that he made you cry?

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Don´t fucking touch her | ☯ ☁ [0.5k]

Summary: y/n´s worst nightmare comes true, but fortunately a young and attractive boy is here to save her.

Hold my hand ( or my throat ) | ☁ [0.4k]

Summary: y/n is Arvin´s girlfriend and y/n has a little secret that Arvin should never discover.

good girl gone bad | ♡ ☯ ☁️ ✰ [0.9k]

Summary: The innocent girl. That's what you are, but are you still so innocent when your boyfriend is Arvin Russel?

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I need you | ☯ ☁ [0.2k]

Summary: Arvin´s and y/n´s love is just stronger than anything else.

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