#arvin Russell fanfic

[annab-nana]

arvin russell blurbs

one where arvin can’t figure out why you’re sick

[tom-whore-dleston]

Goth Farmer

Goth: horror themes, mysterious and dark, mysterious Farmer: rural, tractors and machinery, animals, traditional

Here is my submission for @the-slumberparty's What's Your Aesthetic graphic challenge. I can't believe the slumber party is slowly coming to an end 🥺🥺 I've been having such a blast connecting with so many kind and talented creators while getting back in the writing groove. I am already looking forward to the next slumber party 😊😊

For this challenge, I got goth farmer and immediately thought of Arvin Russel. It was easy since The Devil All the Time already has southern gothic themes.

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Is it smut?

A/N: i think the title speaks for itself, but yeah, it was my first fic ever published on my first account @/cloudyfeel. Still couldnt get it back, so i'm investing all my energy on this one, hehe

TW: smut, I mean the title is a spoiler?… cockwarming, slight jealousy,(if you look very closely), a little bit of angst-Tom being a bit insecure

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Dont't be shy, comment, reblog, like!

english is not my first language. not beta read, all mistakes are my own.

You were on the couch reading some fanfic on tumblr while Tom, your cute boyfriend, was watching some golf on TV. It was time like this, that you miss while he was away for filming or on press tour. You just enjoyed being with him and spend time with him even if both of you were doing different things.

“What are you reading?” Tom asked you genuinely curious. You looked at him before answering: “Some fanfiction”

“About who?” You thought of your answer.. you were not embarrassed to read fanfiction, Tom knew from the start of your relationship two years ago, that you read and write some of it. “Mmh… currently Bucky Barnes, it’s a really good one.” “Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes?” “Yeah, who else?” You asked in return.

Tom looked at you, a hint of jealousy coursing his veins. He didn’t know why… but he also knew that you found Sebastian Stan pretty looking. You could feel him tensed. You let a small sigh and you said:“ I also read one about Captain America, Harry Styles, Peter Parker…so you know about a lot of people, about a lot of different topics.”

“You read fanfic about me?” You laughed. “I said about Peter Parker.” He snorted. “Yeah, but I am Peter Parker.” “So he’s Andrew Garfield or Tobey Maguire… you’re not that special, babe” you teased him. “Excuse me young lady?” “I excuse you pretty boy.”

You continued your reading, but you could feel Tom’s glaze on you. You stopped looking at your phone after a few minutes and you meet eyes with Tom. “Ok, I confess… I read fanfic about you.” “Like me, me? ” “Yeah and your characters. But mostly Peter Parker, Arvin Russell and you as yourself or in alternative universe.” He blushed. You raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “Why are you blushing ?” “Is it smut?”

You scoffed, “sometimes” you mumbled. Now you were a bit embarrassed… ok you read smut about those fictional characters… but to admit it out loud to your boyfriend, who played those characters… you felt shy suddenly. “But I’m right here, darling” “ I’m not reading smut about you or your characters when you here…” “Oh…but your reading bucky barney’s fiction…with smut?”

It was your time to blush. Yup, you were reading a smut fiction about a marvel character while your boyfriend was watching innocently some golf. “Maybe?” “Y/N!” “Sorry, Tom, ok? I just found it and the summary was catchy and I started reading it…. and this author is very good at smut. I am horny and reading this kind of fiction is nice when I am in this state, you know.” “But I am here!” Shouted Tom. “Tom, sweety, I am mentally horny… not physically horny right now” You both laugh. “Damn, you’re weird… I love you Y/N/N”. “Love you too dork, but I know that you’re jealous of my Bucky Barnes fanfic.” The day went by and when you were both getting ready to go to bed Tom asked you.

“Could I read some?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “ I mean, I am curious to see some of the works you liked. About my characters, me or other.” “To be clear, I read about you or you characters, when I missed you and you’re not here, ok? Because clearly, when we’re together I don’t need it… I mean all my fantasies come true while we’re together.”

“No need to justify, baby. You told me when we started dating that you like reading and writing some fanfic. But I really am curious and to read some you liked… I don’t know I feel like I can connect with even more, when we’re not together.” You pout, he was the cutest…and you couldn’t handle it or even said no to him. “Tom… stop being this adorable… give me your phone I’ll connect you to my tumblr.”

He smiled at you and handed you his phone. He was happy to asked you this because he was going away for a few days with his brothers and you couldn’t come. “Keep in mind that some of them are… maybe a bit extreme and I don’t put them on the list of the thing I want to try with you during sex, alright?” He nodded and opened his arms for you to come cuddle him. ~~~~~~ You were at your desk working on something when your phone start buzzing. Tom was calling you. “Hey Tommy!” “Hey, Y/N” “ we said that we were calling each other later or am I wrong?” There was a silent and you could hear tom heavy breathing. “ you ok?” “I’m reading some of the fanfic that you saved.” Your heart started beating a little faster. “Oh, the extreme ones?” “ i don’t know what you mean about extreme… but I- i am a little concern about my size.” “Your size?” “ yeah, my penis… I-I mean sometimes the description of my shaft in these… I wonder if mine is… you know good enough…” You reprimanded your laugh. Tom was sometime insecure, but you were not ready for him to be insecure about his size…well no this one to be honest. “You’re stretching me just right, baby boy.” You said languidly. “ damn, you don’t know what’s coming for you when I am home.” He replied. “Well I sure hope to cum…” You both laughed and started to talk about everything and anything before you had to hang up and started working again. But you couldn’t wait for him to come home… now you were horny in the physical way. ~~~~ Two days later, Tom and his brothers were coming back from there little trip. You had planned a little lingerie set to welcome home your sweet, sexy and handsome boyfriend. You heard the door open and shut quite quickly before the voice of Tom came to you. “Y/N!” “In the bedroom!” You found the best way to lay down on the sheets. You were on your stomach with your legs bends and your chin between your hands. Tom literally stormed to the room. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with wide eyes and he huffed.

“ jesus, why didn’t you warned me that those fanfic could made me that horny !” You laughed and sit on your knees. “ why don’t you cure your horny state with me ? I just read a fanfic with Peter Parker and it was… so… fucking hot. I need you Tom.”

Tom took his shirt and pants off. He crowled on the bed and stopped just an inche from you. He looked at you from head to toes and his eyes darkened with lust. “ I saw that you read one were we have a threesome with Hazz.” “ yeah, an extreme one…sorry about that. But if it makes it better, I don’t want to… just you and me.. nobody else.” He kissed you, with a certain passion that you only found when he came back from filming. His hands started running down your body, cupping your breast, your ass before he cupped your cheeks.“ You’re so beautiful, I can believe you’re mine.” You chuckled and put your hands on his neck and you scratched the base of his hair. He groaned in the kiss and put you closer to him. “ I want to try something.” He whispered. You hummed letting him now that you were listening. He kissed your cheeks, your lips, your neck before saying. “Cockwarming” you put your hands on his shoulders and you looked him in the eyes. “I was thinking of that this morning… I want to try it too. But not in my mouth though…” “ yeah, not in your mouth I wanna hold you tight.”

You stripped from you last bit of clothing and Tom sat against the headboard. You straddled him, he caressed your folds, you reached the drawer of the nightstand and got the lube. Tom smiled at you and took the bottle. He opened it and squeezed some in his hands, he worked him self up and continue to teasing your folds. When you felt both ready, he put a condom and you aligned yourself with him. You slipped gently and when your ass meet his thighs you both sigh in pleasure. “So now, we don’t move for awhile” Tom murmured. “Yeah, that’s the idea of cockwarming. How was the trip?”

He chuckled and tried to focus on his answer, but he felt too good to be in you after being so horny for the past few days of reading this smut. “It was nice, but not as nice as what I am feeling right now.” You laughed and in doing so you clenched a little bit. Tom hissed and you let a little moan out. “Fuck, that’s not what I thought, I would feel. Tom, don’t be insecure about your size, you’re really filling me up just right.”

He put his arms around your waist and kissed your beck tenderly. “Gosh I love you, Y/N/N”. You put your hands in his hairs and kissed his forehead, cheeks and then his lips. “I love you too, Tommy.”

You stayed silent, just enjoying the feeling to be this close and this connected. When your legs started to hitch, Tom took the initiative to turned you around. Without slipping out of you, he was on top. He took both of your legs and put them on his waist and he started thrust in you. You whimper quietly at the sudden movement. Your hands on his back, your nails digging in his flesh. He groaned and start thrusting harder and faster. You moaned louder and louder overwhelmed by the warming and now the way Tom entered you and hitting your g-spot. “Babe, I wont last long” panted Tom.

You kissed him passionately and your hands went on his ass to accentuate his movement. “Me neither, touch me please”. He reached for your clit and you arched your back. Tom searched your eyes, when you locked them together your breathing synchronized and you both camed at the same time. Your all body trembled and Tom collapsed on top of you. You caressed his head and shoulders while he kissed tenderly your neck and collarbone.

“Sweety, can you come out. Cockwarming is over” you chuckled. He sighed and lay down beside you. You cuddled on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Babe, do you want me to sub next time?” “If you up for it, why not.”

He hold you tighter and kissed your forehead. Maybe let him read your favourite fanfic was a good idea.

[silkscream]

do you have any domestic arvin headcanons? i know he’s closed off but the idea of him being a sweetheart when he’s comfy is just <333

he’s absolutely a sweetheart, especially when he’s with you. you’ve seen him when he’s with his grandma or with lenora -- he indulges in that soft side of his when he feels comfortable. 

and god, he’s so smitten with you that he doesn’t even recognize himself sometimes, how lovey-dovey he behaves and how head over heels he is with you. sometimes it scares him, when he catches himself staring at you with such longing that his chest starts to hurt, meanwhile you’re only a few feet across from him with your legs curled underneath you while you’re either napping or cradling a book. the sight of you so blissful and pure has him indebted to you in admiration.

boyfriend!arvin who loves to lend you his sweaters or flannels when you’re cold, loves to put his baseball cap on your head to mess up your hair just because he thinks it looks better on you.

boyfriend!arvin who gets a little too tipsy after you both eat dinner, so whimsical and stupid in his mannerisms that he has to twirl you around in his arms to bob dylan under the refrigerator light before you go to bed together.

boyfriend!arvin who needs his arms around you at all times. when you’re at the farmer’s market and he touches a hand to your hip and carries all the produce you pick out in a bag. has his whole arm around your waist at the bar just so other men know not to hit on you or they’ll get arvin’s fist. he’d have you in his lap while he drives if it wasn’t a fucking hazard.

boyfriend!arvin who is at your beck and call no matter what. any headache, small injury, ache, or cramp has him running straight to the drugstore for you even if you protest. he’ll surrender to you when you’re on his lap, laying on him, and he’ll brush his fingers through your hair for hours until you fall asleep. he thinks you look like an angel when you’re fast asleep in his lap like that.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Flaws & Strengths

PAIRING: Arvin Russell x fem!Reader

Words: 1.1k 

Summary [requested by - @anonymousreader101x ]: “ooo could i request an arvin x reader where they’re both in school and she wears a short dress with low cleavage and he gets all possessive and jealous and puts his hoodie on her to keep her covered and it keeps undoing so he keeps zipping it up through the day and then someone touches her and he fucks the up for her”

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst, (***) time jumps

Your relationship with Arvin was a blessing, he was everything you could have hoped for. He was your dream boy. You knew that Arvin was definitely serious about you, sparking the conversation about his plans and hopes for the future he envisioned with you. 

“Let’s get through school first, and then we can worry about these things Arv.”

“God Y/N, we should just leave now. I can get a job working in construction. Get a headstart while we’re still young-” 

“Arvin, sweetie, in due time. You try talking to my father about leaving school and tell me how that goes-” You playfully wink, pulling his denim jacket towards you, as you advance for a quick kiss.

“Hmm, I just hate this place. School was never for me, you know that. No point wasting my time when I can be useful out there... And I hate these sons of bitches-” The irritation in his voice perceptible, as he eyed out the same group of boys that would taunt and tease Lenora. 

“Just a few more years Arv, and I promise you, life will be good. Now let’s get to class.” 

***

Class as usual, was routine. As you’d be paying attention to the lesson ahead, Arvin was always preoccupied elsewhere, it became a habit that his time spent in class was to be enthralled by you, occasionally disrupted from his day dreams by the teacher or even yourself, if you’d catch him. 

Although today, seemed to pose a bit more of a challenge. As Arvin was closely surveying your body, his eyes scanning your every inch he’d realised the details of your outfit, and how conspicuous your body stood out this time around. Your dress seemed a little shorter than what you’d normally wear to school. This violet dress was one he’d never seen you wear before, nor did he know of its existence prior. As you innocently sat writing notes, one leg crossed gracefully over the other, the short length of it tried its best to cover your tender thighs. The subtle exposure of your cleavage now come to his attention as you’d removed your sweater prior to the lesson beginning, as you would occasionally lean over, he found himself feeling more flustered than usual, to a point where he needed to shift himself in his seat, in an attempt to readjust himself to a more comfortable position. The excitement of being with you, the images of him taking you there and then like a wild man, uncontrollable and overtaken by lust, hungry for you, shocked him. Desperately trying to distract himself from you, looking around the class for anything that would stop the excitement and his urges, he noticed he wasn’t the only one that seemed distracted by you. 

Now he was pissed. His mood had immediately changed in a heartbeat, as he noticed the hungry eyes of a boy, Johnny, lurking over you the same way he had. One thing you found about Arvin was that there was no limit to his possessiveness. 

He knew how these boys thought and acted, especially after the ordeal Lenora had endured. All the stories he’d disclosed with you about Lenora, it distressed him and although Lenora was his younger sister, with you, his love, it was different. 

Instinctively, he “accidentally” dropped his pencil towards your direction, kneeling himself over as he slowly reached down to retrieve it, he leaned closely by your side, urging you to put your sweater back on. Catching you off guard, you thought you’d misheard him, as you smiled down towards him. 

Glimpsing his stern eyes, it had nudged you to see Arvin was triggered. This time repeating himself, it felt more like a command, and you felt best to not question him now. 

***

“What was that about Arv?” You hastily rush after him, tugging his sleeve as you pull him towards the side of the class’ entry. 

“That motherfucker, I’m gonna kill him-” 

The sudden decline in Arv’s mood had shocked you. It wasn’t so much now how upset and furious Arvin could get, he was entitled to feel how he felt. Although it was a matter of how quick things could trigger him, his demeanour would turn inside out and you’d have no way of preventing it. 

“Hold on, now! What’s going on, Arv you need to speak.”

“It’s you, Y/N, you a-and that fucking dress. Why’d you have to wear that here in a place like this, with these assholes around? You know how hopeless these fuckers are.” 

You noticed this habit of his, where his fists would open and close as he clenched in frustration, pacing his emotions. His veins more visible from the sudden rush of blood coursing through as his adrenaline rose. You also realised, that during these heated moments, Arvin couldn’t nor wouldn’t even maintain eye contact with you, instead eyeing the members of your class exiting the room, as they dispersed themselves in different directions, going on with their day. 

“Hey-”

You whispered, as you slowly reached down, grabbing his hands in yours, as your thumb softly caressed his skin. 

“I don’t care what they do, Arv, and it shouldn’t matter to you either. I wear what I want not for them. Hey-” 

Your free hand had reached up, pulling his face to look directly at yours, as he still resisted from looking, he now had your full attention.

“Arvin, you need to let these things go, don’t let it get to your head. It doesn’t matter.” 

Pressing his lips in frustration, he seemed less tense, as he nodded in agreement to your words. You’d made him promise not to react or cause any scene during the day, before planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, going separate ways to your classes. 

***

“Holy shit! There’s a fight going on outside the field!” 

As you’d mindlessly drifted off in class, unable to concentrate after the little incident with Arvin, fiddling with the pencil in your hand, your head turned towards the windows overlooking the field. 

As the entire class, including the teacher had rushed themselves towards the windows, observing the scene unfolding before them, it took you just a few seconds before noticing two boys tussling on the ground, as the crowd barricading them opened up as the P.E teacher tried desperately to intervene. 

“It’s Johnny-”

“And I think that’s Arvin on top of him.”

“Jesus, he’s beating the shit out of him-”

“Language!” The teacher exclaimed, before attempting to resume class, as he pulled down the blinds. 

The image before you, Arvin on top of the boy, whom you now knew was the culprit of this ordeal. 

You should’ve known better, than to let Arvin off the hook so easily. As much as you opposed it, he was no stranger to violence unfortunately. 

Fighting was something he was taught since he was young, never to back down easily, nor to be taken advantaged of. 

Either way, you loved him. A flaw or a strength, Arvin was one of a kind, and you knew he’d have your back no matter the odds. 

[jesslockwood]

💛 about best friend!arvin finally snapping of jealousy and letting his feelings out when he see Tommy Mattson flirting with you for the thousandth time??

I went a little crazy with this lol

Warnings: a bit of violence, fluff

Tommy Matson, and his crew would always come around to bother you and the rest of the cheerleading squad during lunch, trying to take the girls out on dates. Tommy though, always targeted you, never seeming to give up on trying to flirt with you, trying to convince you to let him take you out. this had probably been the thousandth time, which bothered you, but you wouldn't show it.

You had no interest in the man anyways, since he picked on your best friend, and his sister, Lenora. 

You and Arvin had known each other since he moved into town with his uncle and his grandmother. He was shy, and you decided in church to befriend the sad looking boy, and the rest is history. you also befriend Lenora, but you and Arvin we’re as close as friends can be. 

Arvin on the other hand, was clenching his fists, watching the whole ordeal. his father had told him to wait for the right time. so he waited, day after day seeing Tommy flirt with you, and you always rejecting him. It got to him, sure. Maybe it was because he had feelings for you, but any real man could see that he was a no good son of a bitch. 

he just had to pick the right time and finish it like his father told him to do.

“C’mon Y/n, I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go! all you have to do is say yes darlin’.”  he says, sitting down next to you.

“No Thank you, Tommy.” you say a little colder today. Tommy takes that apparently as a hint to grab your knee harshly.

you were about to protest, but that was it for Arvin. 

Arvin stormed up to Tommy, punching him square in the jaw. His goons get up from the table rushing over to the situation, probably going to try and beat the crap out of Arvin.

Arvin gets in a good few punches to Tommy’s face, before the other boys pull him off. 

Tommy gets up, going to beat up Arvin. You couldn’t let that happen to him so you did the only thing you thought would help, your best friend. 

“I’ll go on a date with you! Just don’t hurt him!” everyone looked shocked, especially Arvin. he knew how much you hated the asshole. and swore up and down you wouldn't go out with him.

Tommy smirks', before turning to wrap his arm around you. You cringe but let it happen so Arvin wouldn’t have to face a beating.

Arvin looks like he could just kill Tommy, then and there, and maybe, he just would.

After school, you and Arvin drops off Lenora at home drives the rest of the legy to your home, his hands grasping the wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. 

“Arvin are you okay?” you ask, going to put your hand on his, before he snatches it away. 

“You’re seriously asking if I’m okay? After you let Tommy have his way?” He scoffs, rolls his eyes.

“I only did it because I didn't want you to get hurt-” 

“Yeah well you should have, Y/n! Because I don't want you going out with any asshole like Tommy!”

now was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Then who should I go out with? huh?” you ask getting just as riled up as he was.

“God Damnit Y/n-” he stops the car suddenly in the middle of the road with you both lurching forward slightly. “-Can’t you see I don't want you to go out with anyone but me!” 

Arvin is fuming, just as much as you are.

“You Big ol’ dummy! The only reason I'm going out with Tommy is because I love you!” you shout, before trying to get out of the car, before Arvin reaches over to stop you.

“I- I Love you Too Y/n.” he says, softly, staring into your eyes.

You laugh, “God Arvin! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I thought You’d never want to be with a guy like me.” he admits.

you lean over to caress hi face, before he slowly leans in.

“this alright?” he ask courteously. 

You nod your head before leaning in the full way.

Everything was almost perfect... only if Arvin could get rid of Tommy, that is.

[2dmenenthusiast]

Bring me down (Arvin Russell x Reader)

Plot: Rather than God, you find solace in your only friend in Coal Creak, Arvin Russel, not knowing that he just might need you just as much as you need him.

Words: 4,176

Warnings: None really? Some swearing, suggestive themes, Arvin beating the crap out of people

A/N: heeeeey so first post yay lmao. (I have another blog tho so yeah) but after watching TDATT I just had to write something about Arvin. The movie is so amazing and if you haven’t watched it I suggest you do. Plus Tom Holland in that movie was just absolutely amzing (and hot af). But I hope you guys like this! I also tried to make the reader as gender neutral and non specific as possible for everyone, so let me know if I messed up anything. Also let me know if you’d like to see more!

There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Coal Creek, West Virginia. Besides driving aimlessly or stopping at the few diners around town, there wasn’t much that people did other than go to work and go to church every Sunday morning. However, people that grew up in Coal Creek still found ways to have fun, whether that was getting their rocks off in some abandoned parking lot or terrorizing some unsuspecting soul walking in the night. Most resorted to just getting drunk on a Saturday night before going to church the next morning, pretending that their head wasn’t pounding from the mass amounts of alcohol they drank the previous night.

Which is why you couldn’t understand for the life of you why Arvin did nothing but get himself into trouble.

“Christ, Arvin,” you sighed, rubbing the wet cloth under his nose to try and clean up the dried blood. “I don’t understand how you get in these damn fights all the time. Can’t you just, I don’t know, talk to them maybe?”

You knew immediately how ridiculous you sounded when the words came out of your mouth. There was no talking to Gene Dinwoodie and his lackeys. You just hated seeing Arvin so beat up all the time.

He scoffed and pushed your hand away, looking off to the side to avoid your gaze as you frowned.

“Fuck that. That no good sonuvabitch is gonna keep messin’ with Lenora unless I do somethin’ ‘bout it.” He then let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ talking. Jesus, do you know who you sound like?”

You weren’t expecting him to suddenly face you, and you sighed as you sat down on your bed next to him.

“Emma, I know. I’m sorry. I just…” You reached over and took his hand in both of yours, thumb gently brushing over his bruised and split knuckles. “It kills me to see you constantly getting bruised and beat up. And I can’t even do anything about it.”

You felt Arvin squeeze one of your hands, and you brought your gaze back up to meet his, your eyes slightly drifting to the purplish discolored skin below his left eye.

“Now that’s not true. Who else would patch me up everytime I get the shit kicked out of me, hm?” he asked, his lips splitting into a grin.

You scoffed and took your hand out of his to push at his shoulder before laying back on your bed, resting your intertwined hands on your stomach and staring at the white discolored ceiling.

“You’re lucky I even still do this for you. My daddy’s startin’ to throw a fit, constantly seeing you over here.” You sat up on your elbows to look at the boy. “He don’t like you too much, y’know.”

Arvin hummed and laid down next to you, turning onto his side and resting his cheek in his propped up hand, and you felt yourself wanting to shrink under his gaze. You and Arvin had some unspoken thing between the two of you. You didn’t know exactly what it was, but you knew for sure it wasn’t something as plain and simple as friendship. You had never kissed or anything like that. Well, besides when you both were about twelve years old and wanted to see what it was like, constantly seeing the adults around you kiss like it was something they did all the time. You were both young and curious, and you couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else, so it only made sense. Of course, it wasn’t anything spectacular. You were inexperienced kids, and at the time you weren’t really aware of your feelings.

Of course, you had loved Arvin since you were little. You met him when he transferred to your school after moving from Ohio. He was pretty quiet at first, didn’t really talk unless a teacher made him, and he’d get picked on and beat up by the older kids. He was new and didn’t have any friends, so of course he was an easy target. It wasn’t until he met you that he actually started opening up. You were friends with Lenora and often went over to her house, spending the night and going to church on Sunday with her and her family. Your relationship with Lenora sparked your friendship with her stepbrother, and you two were inseparable ever since. 

As you grew older though, you grew distant from Lenora. You had stopped going to church ever since your mother died, your faith pretty much nonexistent at that point, and you began to question everything about religion. You didn’t blame God for letting your mother die. In fact, you didn’t really know how to feel. All you knew was that rather than getting her some actual help, all everyone did was pray.

“Pray for her, y/n. God will save her,” is what they said.

What a load of horse shit. Praying only seemed to make her worse. And when she died, you completely closed yourself off from the rest of the world. Hell, Arvin could barely get through to you sometimes. But despite how angry you were, you still found it in yourself to let him in. The town didn’t like you too much after all that. People who didn’t go to church in Coal Creek weren’t really accepted by the public. They were cast out as outsiders for not finding solace in the Lord’s name. Not that you minded much of course. The town was full of fake people that weren’t worth your time. The only person you cared about was the boy laying on your bed at the moment.

“I miss her sometimes, you know,” you muttered softly, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

Arvin raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised by your words. “Who? Your mom?”

You shook your head. “No… Well, I mean yeah, I do miss her, but… I’m talkin’ about your sister.”

It was silent for a moment, neither one of you speaking as you laid comfortably in each other’s presence.

“... Does she ever ask about me?”

Arvin sighed, running his hand through his slightly untamed hair.

“Sometimes. I mean, she doesn’t really ask about how you are or anything. More like she interrogates me about what we're doin’ when we hang out.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, standing up from the bed and walking over to your bedroom window, watching as the sun began to set. You then heard the bed lightly creak and footsteps getting closer to you, and you’d be able to tell from a mile away that it was Arvin due to his signature boots. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and you slightly tensed up as his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered softly, looking out at the evening sky with you.

You lightly shrugged. “It’s all right. You’re all I need in this shit town anyway,” you said, turning your head to look back at Arvin with a small smile. 

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes drift down to your lips for a moment, but couldn’t put anymore thought into it as you suddenly felt his lips against your cheek, closing your eyes at the sensation. It was over all too soon when he pulled away, your body feeling cold as he released you from his arms, and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and get some of that warmth back.

“I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, picking up his jean jacket that he had thrown on the floor once he entered your room and slipping it on.

You hummed and nodded, giving him a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you resisted the urge to ask him to stay the night. He’d spent the night at your house before, but asking him now seemed a bit too intimate. As he walked towards the door, you felt something bubble up in your throat, and as he began to step out of your bedroom, you took a step forward, reaching a hand up before you could properly think.

“Arvin, I…”

He turned to face you, all the words you wanted to say suddenly getting stuck on your tongue, and you sighed as you let your hand drop to your side, feeling a bit pathetic.

“Please… Please be careful,” you said softly, your concern clear in your expression.

Arvin gave you a small smile and nodded.

“I always am, darlin’. Don’t you worry about me.”

You let out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding once he stepped out, and you watched from your window as he drove away in his beat up car. It was a miracle that thing hadn’t broken down already. You two had so many memories and adventures in that car, staying out late at night listening to the radio or going on short road trips outside of town that you wished never ended. It was one of the only times you ever felt peace, being in that shabby old car with Arvin. And as you fell back onto your bed and reminisced, you couldn't help but feel your heart ache a bit, thinking that one day all of this might come to an end.

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“So is there any reason in particular you need me to be here?” you asked, looking at the front of the high school building from the passenger seat of Arvin’s car.

Arvin puffed on his cigarette and turned to you, blowing the smoke in your face, which you in turn punched him in the shoulder for as you coughed.

“You never know when to stop askin’ questions, do ya? I’ll let you know after we drop Lenora off to see her mom.”

Your eyes slightly widened at the mention of his sister’s name. “L-Lenora?”

As if on cue, the girl came running out the double doors of the school, pausing for a moment when she saw you in the front seat, before finally hopping into the back, Arvin turning his head to meet her gaze. He then looked back towards the school when he heard Gene Dinwoodie and his buddies shout for Lenora as they ran towards the car before he sped off, and you could hear vague shouts of “sister fucker” as you drove away.

The tension in the car grew thick, and you could feel Lenora’s gaze burning into the back of your skull as you let out a shaky breath. You were going to kill Arvin once you got him alone. He knew your relationship with Lenora was rocky, and yet he decided it was a smart idea for you two to be in a car together?

“God fucking dammit, Arvin!” you thought, your fists clenching in your lap.

You glanced over at the boy, catching his gaze for a moment before he looked away, fingers visibly tightening on the steering wheel. Once he pulled up to the church, you all sat in silence for a moment, the only noise being the loud rumbling of the engine.

“That preacher’s a little flashy,” you heard Arvin say, and it was clear he was trying to relieve some of the tension between all of you.

Lenora then piped up from the backseat: “Are you not coming?”

Arvin shook his head. “No, I got some things to do before we go home.”

Lenora looked at you again before dropping her gaze to her lap, scrunching up her dress in her fists. “Does it have to do with them?”

You sharply inhaled and dug your teeth into the inside of your cheek, turning your head to look out the window to try and stop yourself from saying anything too mean. Why was it even any of her business? Sure, they grew up together and were basically siblings, but Arvin was a grown adult who could make his own decisions. And what, she had a problem with you just because you didn’t go to fucking church?

“Go on, Lenora. I’ll be back to pick you up,” Arvin said, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

She didn’t move at first until Arvin told her to go again, and she stepped out of the car, slamming the door a bit more forcefully than she needed to before stomping off towards her mother’s grave. Once she was out of sight, you immediately turned to Arvin and sent punch after punch to his arm, brows furrowed and teeth clenched in anger.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Arvin?! You couldn’t have given me a little warning?! Or maybe picked me up after you dropped your sister off?!”

“Ow, ow! Hey, would you just-!”

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, leaning over you and pinning you against the car door as you struggled underneath his grip.

“Would you cool it?! I wouldn’t have had time to come get you after dropping Lenora off, and I want you to be with me when I do this so I don’t fuckin’ kill someone, you understand?!”

You stopped struggling, looking up at Arvin with slightly widened eyes as your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath. You then became very aware of your position, face flushing as your eyes searched his face and trailed down to his lips. Before anything else could happen though, you pulled your hands out of his grasp and pressed them against his chest, feeling his lean muscles through his tight shirt, and pushed him off of you, quickly sitting up and pressing your back against the seat.

“What… What do you mean by that? So that you won’t kill someone?” you asked, finally looking over at Arvin.

He sighed and glanced over at you before putting the car in drive and driving away from the church, hoping that Lenora didn’t just witness the interaction between you two.

“Fuckin’ Dinwoodie and those other assholes aren’t gonna leave Lenora alone unless I do somethin’ ‘bout it. And I really just need you there to keep me in check. Make sure I don’t beat those sons of bitches too bad. You… You’re one of the only ones that calm me down, so…”

You stared at Arvin for a moment, taking in what he said before letting out a light chuckle and shaking your head.

“Fuckin’ christ, Arvin. You’re a damn idiot, you know that?” you said, your shoulders relaxing a bit as you noticed Arvin forming a smile of his own.

“Yeah, but you still put up with me.”

He sent you a wink and you rolled your eyes, letting out a small scoff as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“All right then,” you sighed. “Let’s go beat up some fuckers.”

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It was raining by the time you and Arvin pulled up to the school, Arvin watching the doors like a hawk for Tommy Matson to come out. Neither of you said a word, simply listening to the radio as you both passed around a cigarette. This must’ve been what Arvin meant when he talked about waiting for the right time. He always mentioned it and told you it was something his daddy taught him when he was younger, but you had never seen him get into an actual fight, you were just there for the aftermath. Well, until now, that is.

Once you saw Tommy exit the building with some girl under his arm, Arvin let out a long exhale through his nose and handed you his half finished cigarette, stepping out into the rain as you took a few puffs. Your eyes then widened when you saw him walk towards the buses with a tire iron in his hand, quickly stepping out of the car and grabbing his arm. He turned around to look at you, the look in his eyes asking “what the hell are you doing?”

“I thought you said you didn’t wanna kill nobody. You’re gonna beat his face in with a tire iron?”

Arvin pulled out of your grip, shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Won’t hurt him too bad. Just enough to teach him a lesson.”

He then shrugged off his jean jacket and draped it over your shoulders, the look in his eyes telling you that nothing was going to stop him from doing this. Not if it kept him from protecting his sister.

“Stay by the car,” he muttered, parting with a kiss to your forehead and adjusting the tool in his grip.

It only took a few minutes for Arvin to come back, his steps a bit faster and his chest heaving, and he gestured with his hand for you to get back in the car as he threw the wrench he used to beat Tommy with into the backseat and got behind the wheel, speeding out of the school parking lot. While you wished that was the end of it, you knew he still had Orville Buckman and Gene Dinwoodie to take care of. And while you didn’t really like all the violence, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of adrenaline course through you as Arvin drove a bit past the speed limit, tongue swiping out to wet your bottom lip as you glanced over at him.

Arvin soon pulled up to the side of a garage, putting the car in park and stepping out, this time without the tire iron. You knew he probably wanted you to stay in the car, but you couldn;t help but let curiosity get the best of you as you quietly stepped out and followed a few paces behind him, watching as he came up behind Dinwoodie and slammed the hood of the car he was under against his head twice. The scene unfolded so quickly, you didn’t really know how to react, your eyes wide as Arvin kicked the door into Orville and sent blow after blow until his face was bloody, covering his face with a paper bag after rubbing a Twinkie in his face and punching him some more.

At first you didn’t notice it, but your eyes soon caught Gene getting up, regaining his balance as he grabbed a long wrench and began making his way towards Arvin who still had his back to him, completely unaware.

“Hey, asshole!” you shouted, purely acting on instinct as he turned to face you, and you sent a right hook straight to his face, your foot coming up to kick him in the groin afterwards.

You felt a strange, sick satisfaction as you watched him crumble to the ground, hands over his crotch as he wheezed, and Arvin looked at you in amazement for a moment before crouching down next to the moaning boy and putting a paper bag over his head as well. His hands held him by the neck as he made threats to kill him if Gene or his buddies ever messed with Lenora again, the boy wheezing out apologies through the bag, and once Arvin was satisfied, he got up and stepped over Dinwoodie, grabbing onto your hand and dragging you back to the car.

He drove until the garage was far behind you two, pulling over onto an abandoned stretch of road and letting out a shaky breath as he parked the car on the gravel. You two sat there for a moment, listening closely to the sound of Arvin’s heavy breathing before he reached across you and into the glovebox for a rag to wipe his bloody knuckles with.

“Here, let me,” you said softly, grabbing the rag from him and gently dabbing his knuckles with it.

You could feel gaze on you, staring so intently it was like he was trying to burn a hole through you.

“You’re staring, Arvin,” you said, your voice still quiet like you were afraid to speak up.

He didn’t answer, still staring as you grabbed his other hand to clean it as well. You let out a sigh, looking up at the boy.

“Arvin-”

His lips were on yours before you could get another word out, inhaling sharply and tensing up as you felt his hands on your face. It took a second or two for you to relax, melting into the kiss and placing your hands against his chest, gripping his shirt as you felt one of his hands slide around to the back of your neck, pushing your lips further against his as his arm looped around you to pull you against him. This was overwhelming, your mind not able to catch up as Arvin kissed you with everything he had.

“Arvin,” you muttered against his lips, trying to get his attention.

But he didn’t stop, his kisses only becoming more desperate as the rain pounded harder against the windshield, almost as loud as the drumming of your heart. You felt a calloused hand slide up the front of your shirt, and that’s when you knew you needed to stop this before things got way too far.

“A-Arvin!” you persisted, pushing against his chest, and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver go down your spine as he let out a growl against your lips, not happy with being interrupted.

“Fuck, what?” he asked breathlessly, his hand still pressed against your side underneath your shirt as your wide eyes searched his expression.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I… I-I just-”

“Y/n,” Arvin muttered softly, his thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip as you caught his gaze.

You let him kiss you again, Arvin capturing your lips with his and being a bit more gentle and slower than he had been before. However, when you let out a soft moan against his lips, it only seemed to spur him on, causing him to part your lips with his tongue and deepen the kiss as he gently pushed you until your back hit the passenger door. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, your skin hot to the touch, and you didn’t know if it was just you or if it was Arvin’s hands that were causing your whole body to heat up.

You let out a small gasp when you felt his hands go to the front of your jeans, attempting to make quick work of the button and zipper, but your hands stopped him, causing him to pull back with his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-... Isn’t your sister waiting for us? I mean, we’ve been gone for a while,” you said softly. Not that you really cared, you were just trying to buy some time so you could catch your breath and think for a second.

Arvin scoffed in amusement and smirked down at you.

“Since when did you give a shit about what my sister thinks?”

You knew he had you there, and you saw he was about to say something else, probably just to tease you, so you quickly reached up and laced your fingers through his hair, pulling him down to shut him up with another heated kiss. His smirk remained as he kissed you, and in that moment he knew he would never be able to get enough of you. He had always been aware about his feelings for you, and he realized that waiting for the right time could be applied to more than just beating the shit out of people. But perhaps he had waited a bit too long this time, because as his lips locked with yours over and over, he realized he should’ve done this much sooner.

“Arvin, um…”

He pulled away when you began to speak, bringing a hand up to gently hold your face as his thumb caressed your cheek.

“Do you think we could um… maybe do this somewhere less cramped? My dad aint gonna be home til later, so…”

Arvin looked at you for a moment and nodded, giving you one last kiss before pulling away from you and putting the car in drive again. You would occasionally glance at each other during the ride back to the church, not able to help the blush on your face from appearing, and he chuckled at your embarrassed expression, reaching over to hold your hand. He knew once he got you alone, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. 

By the time you got back to the church, the sun had started to set, and Lenora didn’t say a word as she got into the backseat. And if she noticed Arvin’s hand resting on your thigh, she certainly didn’t say anything about that either. She didn’t even question her brother when he didn’t get out of the car after he dropped her off at home, just watching the both of you drive back towards your house in the rusted vehicle. The giddiness was practically radiating off of the two of you as you thought about being alone with each other, Arvin’s hand squeezing your thigh.

But little did you know, your lives were about to get a lot crazier in the months to come.

[petersasteria]

𝐤'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

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𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2020

> Be Yourself    - Based on @blueleatherbag​‘s advice from my 800th follower sleepover.

> Tag, You’re It    - @the-panwitch​‘s 1k sleepover request (Melanie Martinez theme).

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2021

> Stress Baking     - 20 muffins, 7 cakes, 10 cupcakes, and 40 cookies.

> Not Letting Go     - Modern!Arvin Russell. Soc Med AU.

> Happy Birthday, Arvin!     - Modern!Arvin’s birthday. Soc Med AU.

> The Life of A Mobster’s Wife     - Title says it all. (Modern AU)

𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔸𝕐 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊: 2021

> Equality - NEW    - Prompt 2 from my 70s to 80s Prompt List.

> Fight - NEW    - Prompt 17 from 70s to 80s Prompt List.

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[alltoowelltom]

hold your horses! (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs

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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.

"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.

"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.

"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.

Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.

"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.

"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"

"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.

"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."

"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"

"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.

The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.

"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"

Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.

"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."

You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.

"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

"When I'm sure she'll say yes."

This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).

You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"

Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3

He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.

"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"

The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.

"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."

He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳

Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.

"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."

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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are always super appreciated. i wanna thank you guys for all the love on my blog, you're the best <333

[waitimcomingtoo]

Like You’d Get Your Knuckles Bloody For Me

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Requested by @natashasera : Arvin always thought you wouldn’t hurt a fly but has to clean you up one day after you get into a fight

Masterlist

“Hold on a minute, Arvin. My friend is coming.” Lenora said as she climbed into her brothers car.

“Friend? What friend?”

“It’s just Y/n.”

“I never heard that name before.” Arvin frowned.

“She’s a new friend. And you don’t I don’t make a lot of em so you better be nice to her.” Lenora warned.

“I will.” Arvin held up his hands in defense.

“There she is. Act normal.” Lenora ordered as you came out of the school.

“I said I would.” Arvin rolled his eyes and looked out the window to see who Lenora was looking at. When he saw you walking towards his car, he did a double take.

“That’s your friend?”

“Yeah. Why?” Lenora asked as Arvin got out of the car. “Where are you going?“

Arvin practically ran around the car, tripping over his feet as he went. He opened the back door for you just as you reached the car.

“Let me get that for you, sweetheart.” He smiled and stepped to the side.

“Oh. Thank you.“ You smiled in surprise.

“I’m Arvin.” He said and held out his hand.

“I’m Y/n. Hope you don’t mind an extra passenger in your car.” You replied as you shook his hand.

“Don’t mind at all. Bout time my backseats saw a little action.”

“Oh?“ You raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Arvin said quickly. “Lenora just always sits in the front seat.”

“I figured.” You chuckled and got into the car. Arvin shut his eyes in embarrassment before climbing back into the drivers seat.

“I told you be normal.” Lenora whispered harshly.

“I am!” He whispered back.

“No you’re not!”

“Lenora, did you catch what Mrs. Harper said about the arithmetic homework? I couldn’t hear her.” You asked from the backseat.

“She said she just have to do questions one through ten.” Lenora answered as Arvin began to drive away.

“Okay. Wanna do em together?” Lenora asked as she turned around in her seat.

“Yeah. Let’s do em together.”

“Why don’t you do five and Y/n do five and then you just copy each other’s answers?” Arvin suggested.

“We can’t do that.” You laughed like it was ridiculous to even suggest.

“Why not?” Arvin wondered.

“Because thats cheating.”

Arvin looked at you in the rearview mirror to see if you were being serious and smiled when he saw that you were. He was always a bad student and found it endearing that you were a good one.

“It’s hardly cheating.” Arvin shrugged. “You’re still doing half the questions. And you were gonna do em together anyway.”

“Arvin.” Lenora hissed and hit his arm.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Stop it.” She whispered and flicked her eyes towards you in the backseat. She thought Arvin was embarrassing her, but you were actually enjoying the conversation.

“For your information, Arvin, I do not cheat. Not even hardly.” You said as you playfully smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Wow. You must be a goody two shoes then, huh?” Arvin asked you.

“Arvin.” Lenora said warningly.

“So what if I am?” You asked as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“Nothings wrong with that.” Arvin shrugged. “Just can’t say the same for myself.”

“Arvin got in a lot of fights at school.” Lenora spoke up to change the subject.

“Did you?” You laughed in surprise.

“Only when something was worth fighting for.” Arvin smirked at you in the mirror.

“Did you always win?” You asked him.

“I won the ones that mattered.”

“Interesting.” You said as you held eye contact with each other in the mirror. Lenora looked back and forth between the two of you and gagged a little.

“We’re here. Let’s go, Y/n.” She said as Arvin pulled up to the house. Lenora immediately got out of the car and opened your door for you before Arvin got a chance.

“Thanks for the ride, Arvin.” You called as Lenora pulled you by the hand towards her house.

“Anytime.” He shouted back. He went in the house shortly after the two of you did but Lenora had already taken you to her room. He went on with his day and did his chores around the house but he could not stop thinking about you. He knew it was wrong to have feelings for his sisters friend, but you were making it hard not to. He was thinking of how to get to know you better when he heard a scream from Lenora’s room. He immediately ran to her room and burst through the door.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked his sister.

“There’s a rat!” Lenora screamed.

“A rat?” Arvin asked just as the creature ran across the room.

“AHHH!” Lenora screamed again. “Arvin, kill it.”

“Where did it go?” He asked as he grabbed a broom from the corner of the room. Arvin noticed you slip out the bedroom door but before he could ask where you were going, Lenora screamed again.

“It’s In the corner. Get it!” Lenora cried.

“Wait!” You said as he ran back into the room. Arvin took a step back as you knelt down in front of the mouse.

“Come here.” You said in a sweet voice as you waved a small leaf in front of the mouse. The mouse sniffed the air before scurried towards you. You gently scooped it up in your hands and stood up.

“How did you do that?“ Arvin asked in disbelief.

“It’s not a rat. Just a field mouse. They only come inside when they eat all the plants outside. I can take him back to my house and release him there. There’s lots of plants for him to eat on my lawn.” You explained. Arvin watched you with soft eyes as you stroked the mouses head with your finger.

“Wow. You’re really smart, darling.” Arvin said as he walked over to you.

“Thanks. I just love animals. Wouldn’t want to see him get hurt.” You smiled as you opened your hands a little so you could show him the mouse. Arvin was too busy admiring you to look down at the mouse. He knew he had only just met you, but he was already smitten.

That Sunday, Arvin was dragging his feet as the rest of his family got ready for church. He never liked going, but he went to make Lenora happy.

“Come on, Arvin. We’re gonna be late.” Lenora urged as he parked in the church parking lot. He rolled his eyes a little as he got out of the car and followed his sister inside. Just as he zoned out, he saw you walking towards him. He quickly sat up and smoothed his hair as you sat beside him.

“Hi darling.” He whispered. “I didn’t know you go to this Parrish.”

“I don’t.” You whispered back.

“Oh really? Stalking me then, darling?”

“I’m just teasing.” You smiled. “I run the church day care on Sundays. I’m usually in the back reading to the young kids during mass.”

“Wow. Aren’t you a little saint?” He smirked and turned in his seat to get a better look at you.

“Better to be a saint then a sinner.” You shrugged, making his smile grow.

“Maybe so.”

“I better get back to the kids. Good to see you, Arvin.” You patted his knee and went to stand up.

“Darling, wait.” He gently caught you by the wrist.

“Yes?”

“Can I come see the daycare?” He asked as fellow churchgoers gave you annoyed looks.

“Really? You want to?”

“Sure I do. I don’t need to sit through the homily. I know the ending.” He said as he nodded towards a Bible. You laughed at his joke before nodding your head.

“Come on. I’ll show you.” You took his hand and brought him back to the daycare. Arvin blushed at you holding his hand and followed you out to a building behind the church.

“Hi kids. I’m back and I brought a visitor.” You said when you opened the door. All the kids rushed to you as Arvin hung back.

“Look what I drew Miss Y/n!” A little boy said as he showed you his drawing.

“You drew this? This looks like you got it out of a museum.” You gasped as you wrapped your arm around the bot. Arvin was delighted to see that you were just as good with kids as you were with animals.

“Thank you.” The boy smiled shyly. You let go of the boy and hung the drawing up on the wall.

“You’re good with kids.” Arvin remarked as he joined your side.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him. “I try to be. I love looking after ‘em.”

“Spider!” One of the kids screamed before Arvin could respond. All the kids started screaming and the room erupted into chaos. You gave Arvin an apologetic smile before going over to the kids.

“I got it.” You assured them. You picked up a cup of colored pencils and dumped it out before showing the kids the cup. You put the cup over the spider before sliding a piece of paper under the cup. The kids watched with fascination as you brought the cup over to the window. Arvin opened the window for you, earning another smile. You put the cup outside the window and let the spider out on a bush.

“There you go, Mr. Spider.” You said before shutting the window. “Gather around, kids. Come look at the spider.”

All the kids ran to the window to get a look at the spider. Their fear melted into excitement as they looked at the creature.

“See? You don’t have to be scared. All God’s creatures serve a purpose. Even the small ones matter.” You told them, always taking the opportunity to teach a lesson. You caught Arvin staring at you fondly and waved him over.

“Did you want to see?” You asked and pointed to the spider.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m looking.” Arvin replied, never taking his eyes off of you.

The following week, Arvin was driving home from work when he spotted you through his window. You were holding yourself and walking home, your body language suggesting that you were far from okay. He slowed down so that he could drive along the side of you and rolled his window down.

“Darling? Is that you?” He shouted out the window. You looked over to see who the voice belonged to and gulped when you realized it was Arvin.

“No.” You replied before walking faster. Arvin sped up to match your pace before calling out to you again.

“I know it’s you. Come here.”

“I’m okay. Just keep driving.” You said as you turned your face so he couldn’t see you.

“I’m not leaving ‘till you come here and talk to me.” He replied. You stopped walking and sighed a little before walking over to his car. When you got closer, Arvin finally saw why you were upset. Your nose was bleeding and he could see a bruise forming around your eye. Your messed up hair and busted knuckles only further proved Arvins forming theory that you had gotten in a fight.

“What happened to you?” He asked as he put his car into park and quickly got out. He immediately ran to you and cupped your face to see the extent of your injuries.

“Nothing.” You said and gave him a weak, bloody smile.

“You’re bleeding. Something must have happened.” He sighed as his eyes filled his concern.

“I fell.”

“Into what? A wood chipper?” Arvin asked, making your shoulders shake with laughter.

“Good. Glad to see you smiling again.” Arvin smiled as he smoothed your hair down. “Now can you get in the car please?”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I am worried. And you’re not fine. So get in.” Arvin said. You sighed a little before complying. Arvin opened the door for you and helped you in. Once you were both seated, Arvin went into his glove box and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Here. For you nose.” He said as he held it out to you.

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly and held the handkerchief up to your bleeding nose.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Arvin kept his eyes on you as he drove away.

“No.” You said quietly.

“Okay.”

“Where are we going?” You asked after a beat of silence.

“Back to my house. Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Really, Arvin, I’m fine. You can just drop me off at home.”

“Is anyone in your family home?”

“No. My parents are at work.”

“Well then can I at least stay with you? Don’t think you should be alone right now.” Arvin said as he looked over at you.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly. “You can stay.”

“Okay.” He returned the smile. “Just tell me where to go.”

You reached over and gave Arvins knee an appreciative squeeze to thank him for taking care of him. He listened to you as you directed him to your house and soon enough, he pulled into your driveway. Arvin parked and got out of the car to open the door for you.

“Thank you.” You gave him a weak smile as you got out of the car. Arvin kept a hand on your back as he helped you into your house.

“Where’s your bathroom?” He asked once you were inside.

“Down the hallway on the left.”

“Okay. Come with me.” Arvin said as he gently took you by the hand. He walked with you to your bathroom and opened the door for you once again.

“Sit.” He said as he nodded to the counter. He found your first aid kit beneath the sit as you jumped up on your counter. He got out a Cotten ball and soaked it in hydrogen peroxide. He gently took your chin between his fingers and tilted your chin up.

“Arvin-“

“Hush now. Your lip is bleeding.” He said as he dabbed them Cotten ball on your lip.

“You really don’t have to do this.”

“I said hush.” He repeated, making you crack a smile. He finished cleaning your lip and moved on to the cut above your eye.

“I can take care of myself. Honest. You should go home.” You told him as he carefully dabbed some Neosporin on your cut.

“I’m good right here.” He said as he opened up a bandaid.

“You don’t have to-“

“Hush.” He related as he tilted your face up again. He put the bandaid on your cut and smiled proudly at his work.

“You gonna tell me how this happened?” He asked as he cleaned the dried blood that had settled beneath your nose.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want you telling Lenora, that’s why.“

“Why? Thought you two were best friends.”

“We are. That’s why I don’t want her to know I was fighting.”

“You can tell me though, darling. I can keep a secret.”

“I don’t wanna tell you.” You said quietly as Arvin poured hydrogen peroxide on another Cotten ball.

“Why?” He wondered as he took your hand. “You know I’ve been in plenty of fights myself. I’m not one to judge.”

“Still.” You gave him an apologetic smile as he cleaned your bloody knuckles for you.

“Can I at least know who did this to you?” He asked as he got some gauze out of the first aid kit.

“Why? Are you gonna do something to them?” You teased. “Lenora told me what you did to those rascals that pick on her. Heard you left em with a couple broken noses.

“You heard right.” Arvin smirked. “And I’d do the same to whoever did this to you.”

“You can’t. It was just some dumb girls in my class.” You said as Arvin wrapped your hand with the bandage.

“Why did they do this to you?” He asked you. You gave him an embarrassed look before looking away.

“What?” He wondered.

“I started the fight.” You admitted as a smile tugged at your lips.

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Why’d you fight em?”

“Cant tell you that.” You shrugged, liking that he was so intrigued.

“You can tell me, doll.” He whined. “I won’t judge. Promise.”

“Promise?” You raised an eyebrow and held out your pinky.

“Promise.” He smiled and linked his pinky through yours.

“They were making fun of Lenora.” You admitted. “They’re always making fun of Lenora. One of the girls pushed her so I pushed the girl back and told Lenora to run.”

“And then you….” Arvin trailed off so you could finish your story.

“And then I beat those bitches up.” You shrugged, making Arvin burst out laughing.

“Darling.” He said through his laughter.

“Somebody had to it.” You insisted. “They’ve been cruising for a bruising all year.”

“You did this for my sister?” Arvin asked as he held up your bandaged hand.

“Some things are worth fighting for.” You replied, using his words from the day you met. Arvin smiled softly before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“And here I was thinking you wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“I would if the fly was being mean to you sister.” You said simply.

“Well I appreciate you doing that, doll.” He said as he held your gaze. “Means a lot to me.”

“Well your sister means a lot to me. She’s the greatest friend I ever had. I wish those other girls could see how great she is. Not that they’re gonna be able to see anything for a while. Left em with some lovely black eyes.” You smirked as Arvin held your hand against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and pretended not to notice.

“I bet.” Arvin chuckled. “How do your knuckles feel?”

“Pretty sore.”

“I know. Trust me, I’ve busted mine a hundred times. It’ll get better.” Arvin said as he showed you his permanently red knuckles. You took his hand and looked at his knuckles while gently running your thumb over them. He blushed under your touch while you wondered just how many fights he had been in.

“Thanks for patching me up, Arvin.” You said as you looked up at home without ever dropping his hand.

“Thanks for defending my sister.” He said with a smile. You flexed your hand a little as you checked out the bandaging.

“You know, they feel better already.” You told Arvin as he leaned on the counter, an arm on either side of you.

“Yeah? How does your lip feel?” Arvin asked as he tilted your chin up with his pinky.

“Still hurts.” You said as your eyes flickered between his lips and his soft brown eyes. Arvin gulped a little before closing the gap between you and kissing you softly. He could taste blood in his mouth but he didn’t care, choosing to deepen the kiss instead.

“How about now?” Arvin asked when he pulled away.

“A little better.” You smiled as you pulled him by the shirt down into another kiss. It lasted longer this time as Arvin cupped your face with his rough hands.

“And now?” He whispered against your lips.

“It actually really hurts now. I think you opened the cut.” You touched and touched your fingertips to your bleeding lip.

“Yeah. Let me get that.” He grimaced and dabbed the blood away with a clean Cotten ball.

“Why don’t we wait a couple days until my lip heals and then try that again?” You suggested as Arvin tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“Sounds good to me, doll.” Arvin smiled. “Some things are worth the wait.”

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[poemsforparker]

ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot

(not my gif)

“I think I’m gonna be sad

I think is today, yeah

The girl that’s driving me mad

Is goin’ away”

pairing: arvin russel x f!reader

summary: there’s nothing holding you in this city.

content warning: 18+, smut right bellow the cut, unprotected sex, angst, bad words, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, movie spoilers.

a.n: first Arvin fic! (rewatching this movie really woke something in me). dark fics aren’t really my thing but Arvin Russel is not exactly a role model of mental health so I think this fits best.

song inspiration

Arvin’s breath was totally pathless, his dick pumping hard into you while his grip on your waist got stronger every second, like he was trying to get you impossibly close to his body. If someone could see his car from the outside, the weird way it was moving could definitely denounce the activities in the back seat.

"I'm so close, baby. You're taking my cock so well." Arvin says breathlessly on your ears, knowing exactly how to get you worked up. He needs no verbal answer that it had an effect in you when feels you tight around him right after his words. "That's right, honey. Keep going like that. Shit, I love you so much."

"I love you." You kiss him deeply like life depends on it and feel the knot on your stomach getting harder to hold, finally releasing on his dick. Letting your body rest on his.

"Come with me." You say after a long moment of silence, touching the subject you both been avoiding, feeling like the air around you was unbearably heavy holding this question in. You move your body up to get him out of you and sitting by his side, still waiting for an answer, that came after a heavy sigh from the boy.

"You know I can't, baby. Not after Lenora, I can't leave my family, not now that they need me the most." You sigh. He was right, you did know that, it has been like that for months now. You had your mind made that you were leaving, then it came to going say your goodbyes to Arvin, you give it to temptation, you both end up in bed or the back of his car.

You wanted to leave this town, more than anything, this place felt like poison, taking away all your hopes to forget the past and move on with Arvin. Like living here costed all your rights to be happy, or free. What you wished that was different, was the cost that such decision had implied to you. Arvin had people who needed him, he had a family. All you had was him.

Flashbacks come to you, at high school Arvin protected you quite literally with his own damn life. Threatening anyone who dared to touch a finger his girl to loose that very finger, or they ugly damn heads. At the time, you made plans with him to run away together when you grew up. Back then, it would just be another case of kids who ran away to try life on a near town, you’d come back to visit, send letters after settled wherever. It was the perfect plan to live a perfect life.

But perfect things do not exist.

It all started to go to shit (even more) when Teagardin showed up in town. You had a bad feeling about him since the start. Lenora, in her place, she had faith in people, specially if that person was the reverend, dear lord, why would she suspect they meant any harm?

But she should.

The man had the worst of the intentions. Of course, as a figure of respect in the city, who would be crazy enough to question anything that he said or did? But again, they should’ve.

After Arvin lost her, you were fundamental for him not to break down, although you were close to an attack yourself, you knew Arvin would need all support he could get, so you provided him that. You stopped him from crossing the line when he couldn't hold it together, but now, you now selfishly wished you didn’t.

If you had killed the bastard he’d have no choice but to run away with you.

“Let’s do it,” you say to him, hovering over his warm body again “let’s put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and then we get the hell out of here.” you grin at him facing an expression on Arvin’s face that for the first time on years you couldn’t read. “C’mon, Arvin, you almost did it before.”

“Yeah... Almost, but you yourself talked me out of it. What changed?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Everything.” you kiss his jaw and cup his face to stare him deep in the eyes. “If you’re stuck here, honey, so am I. If you say no, that’s fine, I’ll stay here, with you, as much as try my fucking best I can’t go without you.” you fix yourself to sit comfortably on his lap and continue. “But if you say yes,” you start kissing down his neck between words “we get our justice and get the fuck out, just me and you, baby,” you peck his lips “what do you say?”

You can see Arvin put up a fight with himself behind his eyes, trying to still find some moral left on his brain, deep down, he knew the only thing holding him back from doing justice with his own hands was the fear he had of letting you down, now, seeing you like this, Arvin couldn’t find a single crumble of a reason not to, the offer was too inviting.

“I say I’m with you to the end...let’s do this.” You grin proudly at your boyfriend and kiss him with passion, knowing once in for all once your plan was complete you would never step on these cursed grounds ever again.

[webofstories]

Distraction | A.R *Smut*

Note: I’m backkk!

Mentions: friends to lovers, best friend!Arvin, arguing, frustration, fem!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight fluff, pre-Lenora’s death

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“Arvin?”

He didn’t seem to hear you.

“Arvin!” You said a little louder this time, getting his attention. He blinked, snapping his head to your direction, coming face to face with concerned eyes.

“Whatcha yellin’ for?” He asked, adverting his attention back towards the tree in front of him. He took his pocket knife and continued to scrape the bark off the tree, no apparent reason for doing so other than to just do it.

“I asked ya a question.” You scoffed, sitting on the stump next to him.

“I didn’t hear ya, sorry doll.” He apologizes, “Ask away.”

You huffed and just sat there. Arvin has been distracted lately, more than usual. With a background like his and the scarring memories his confusing mind holds, you can’t blame him for much. After all, he witnessed his daddy crucify his poor dog. That would scar anyone.

“What, not talkin’ to me now?” He chuckled, scratching off a large piece of bark.

“Maybe,” you snapped, “Not like ya’d actually listen.”

Arvin stopped chipping away at the tree and finally looked at you. You were looking him dead in the eye, something you did when you wanted him to know your feelings were hurt.

“What are ya mad about now?” He snapped back, his accent seeping into his words even more. You cocked an eyebrow at him. Of course you were going to be dramatic, Arvin thought.

“Now?” You scoffed at him, standing up. You felt invisible to Arvin lately, he’d been so distracted that it was like you were nothing to him.

You were in your backyard woods, doing nothing particular. You and Arvin had been best friends since he moved to town when his parents died. You know Lenora and got close to Arvin through her, she has always conspired to get us together but we always denied the truth. Now, another one of your infamous arguments we’re about to start.

You ignored Arvin and started walking towards your house. You could see it through the trees, it wasn’t far. Arvin watched in confusion.

“Aye!” He shouted after you, putting one foot infront of the other to follow you, “Where are ya going?”

“Go to hell, Arvin!”

He stood there for a second, taking in what you had just said. He was used to you saying mean things when you were angry, but it didn’t make it hurt any less to hear. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why you were so upset.

As you made it to your back porch, you threw the door open and slammed it shut. Arvin wasn’t too far behind you, calling your name, trying to get you to stop for just a second.

He huffed, getting frustrated with your attitude. He copied your actions, opening the door only to slam it behind him. He could hear your footsteps going towards your room, but no one else’s, meaning your mother must be at the market and your father must be at the diner. Arvin rolled his eyes and rounded the corner to your room.

“Would you sit your ass down and tell me what the hell is goin’ on!” Arvin raised his voice.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for days!” You shouted at him, plopping down to sit on your bed.

“What?” He asked, seemingly confused. You rolled your eyes, not surprised that he is clueless.

“Arv,you have been more distracted these past couple days then I have ever seen anyone! You don’t talk to me anymore, you don’t even look at me!” You explained, too frustrated to say anything else.

Arvin leaned his back against the wall, thinking of a way to get himself out of this one. He couldn’t tell you about this, not this time, no matter the fact that he tells you everything.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He said calmly, standing in your doorway trying to find out what to say next. You sure as hell weren’t going to taking the apology, not right now, anyway.

In the midst of trying to figure out what to say, you flopped down onto your bed with a huff, making your simple sundress ride up the back of your thighs. Arvin tried not to look, he tried to keep his eyes to himself, but the slight slip of your lace panties was enough to make his gaze stick.

There was so denying the romantic tension between you two. Lenora has tried to convince Arvin to ask you out for years now, but eventually gave up due to lack of confidence from Arvin. Lenora knew how badly you fell for Arvin, which is why you care so much and get so angry in situations like this.

Arvin’s mouth grew dry as he had a lump in his throat. You noticed his silence and turned to face him, rolling onto your side. This showcased your hips as your dress laid across your curves. Arvin groaned mentally, resisting the urge to palm himself.

“What’s ya problem?” You joked, “Finally run outta shit to say?”

“Not now, Y/N.” Arvin warned.

“What? Can’t handle me?” You laughed, standing up and walking over to him, “Shame.”

“Knock it off, Y/N.” He growled. Arvin was about to snap. The sexual frustration building up in his body was enough for 10 men to go crazy.

Arvin turned his back to you and started walking way, but you weren’t having it. You ran in-front of him right before he made it to the front door.

“Hell no!” You snapped, “You wanna ignore me? Then you’re gonna deal with hearing my mouth-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before a strong hand clasped around your delicate neck, your back pressed roughly against the door in front of him. You gasped, feeling Arvin press his body against yours as you saw red in his eyes.

“Would ya shut the fuck up!” Hateful words seeped past his teeth before he leaned in towards your ear, “Trust me, doll… I’ll show ya what I’d rather ya do with that pretty lil’ mouth.”

His rough whisper was enough to ignite your entire body into flames of desire. Was this finally happening? Was this a confession?

“Ya wanna know what’s had me so distracted?” He laughed menacingly, leaning down just a bit to run the tips of his fingers up past your sundress, making goosebumps spread over your body, “You, sweetheart. Those eyes. This body. Your laugh. It killin’ me to not pin ya against a wall and fuck ya til’ God himself judges my sentence. Ya got me fucked, ya know that? So, so fucked.”

Your eyes were wide as you felt his hand let go of your neck. The absence made you want to cry, the temptation getting worse as he stepped away from your body.

“Now, I’m leavin’. Ain’t gotta see me no more if that’s what ya want. But, I ain’t takin’ back what I said. I love ya, Y/N, I really do.”

You were stunned. Too stunned to speak… how is this real? You couldn’t believe it. For all this time, you had been head over heels in love with this boy, and he is finally reciprocating?

You saw him make his way toward the back door and mentally jumped back into reality. Footsteps running after him, you yanked his arm back, making him turn around with a shocked expression.

“Wh-“ He didn’t get to say much before you cupped his face and crashed your lips onto his. Arvin stumbled back a bit, wide eyed, before his arms wrapped around your body and his eyes fluttered shut. The kiss? Magical. You’ve had your fair share of kisses, but this one was special… because it was Arvin’s lips pressed against yours.

His hand found your hair as another grabbed your hip, pressing you against the nearest wall. His body kept you still as your lips moved fast against his. Arvin groaned into your mouth and the sexual tension was rising fast.

The hand that was in your hair did a harsh tug, making you angle your neck to the side to allow his lips access. Arvin littered your neck with sweet, savory kisses while you whimpered for more,

“Arv,” you panted, “I need you.”

Arvin groaned once more at your words, his eyes just about rolling to the back of his head. He’s waited his entire life to hear those words, and who better to say them then you?

You felt large hands travel under your pretty little sundress and grasp your ass for dear life, holding tight as he lifted you up. You were quick to wrap your legs around him, tightly securing yourself as Arvin made a beeline for your bedroom. This was all going so fast, so hot, so good.

Suddenly, you were no longer against him. Arvin threw you down on the bed, his hands quickly going for your dress. Lifting the hem, he threw it on the floor, doing the same thing with his clothes until he was left in nothing but his underwear. Your nipples were hard against your thin bra and Arvin could have died staring at your body. What he saw in-front of him was handmade from God, and boy, he felt like this was the holiest yet most sinful moment of his life.

“God damn…” he whispered.

“Really, Arv?” You giggled, “Ya gonna talk about the Lord in a time like this?”

“Shut up n’ get over here.” Arvin smiled, grabbing your ankles and pulling your waist to meet his. You squealed, smiling as you watched Arvin’s lips go from your neck to the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and down to your panties. Your smile faded as your arousal only flourished watching Arvin pull your panties down your legs… with his teeth.

He had a cocky smirk on his face, pulling his own underwear down and kicking them to the side. Suddenly, everything was scary… you’ve never done this before, what were you thinking?

Arvin noticed and his smirk fell, immediately cupping your face in his hands. Did he do something wrong?

“Darlin’?” He asked softly.

“Ya know that I… I never… I haven’t…”

“That’s what yer worried about?” Arvin chuckled slightly, “I love you, Y/N, and ain’t nothin’ gon change that.”

Feeling reassured, you spread your legs a little more around him. Biting your lip, you nodded, grabbing his face and crashing your lips against his once again. Arvin grunted against your lips, moving up on the bed a little more before situating himself between your legs. You took a deep breath in and out, just waiting.

“Ya sure?” Arvin asks, rubbing your thigh. He was always so good with helping you to feel safe.

“Ya, I’m sure.”

In a heartbeat, Arvin pushed himself inside you. You hadn’t taken the time to look at his length, but you were feeling it now, and it hurt.

You winced and hissed quietly, but urged Arvin to continue. He picked up, slowly but surely making his way in and out of you. Arvin felt the pleasure hit him like a bus and immediately pick up his pace even more, which made you feel everything he was feeling.

You gasped, your hands going to his back, digging your nails into it. Arvin was going decently fast now, moving off the bed only to slam back into you. You moaned loudly and arched your back, taking off your bra and throwing it towards Arvin with a giggle. Arvin caught himself fucking you senseless, eyes gawking as your breasts bounced right in front of him, putting on a show.

“Ya feel- fuck!- so good, sweetheart..” he groaned out, making your body tremble in pleasure, “This pussy is mine, ya got that?”

“Y-Yes, Arvin!” You yelled out his name in ecstasy, trying to find solid ground, but failing. The pleasure Arvin was making you feel was unreal and you couldn’t get enough.

Arvin wanted more. He wanted to see you cowering beneath him, all sore and oozing his cum. He wanted to fuck you so hard that you’d feel it every moment of the next day.

Grabbing your hands, Arvin pinned them above your head and grunted as he felt another wave of pleasure spread through him. You arched your back, throwing your head back as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Arvin smirked and pulled all the way out only to slam into you with all his force.

You were a moaning mess as you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. Arvin noticed this and started fucking you even faster. The louder you became, he noticed that it meant you were closer.

“Arvin- I’m gonna-!” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before spewing your fluids all over Arvin’s cock. He jumped in surprise, but kept going, pulling out to cum all over your stomach.

“That was a hell of a go,” you breathed out, panting violently. Arvin was a sexy sight in front of you, sweat glisten down his abs as he stood slumped.

You made eye contact as everything became quiet. Just staring, you both realized this was long overdue. Arvin laid above you without breaking eye contact and kissed you softly, again and again.

It all felt so surreal. You couldn’t stop it before the words came flying-

“I love you.”

Arvin has been waiting to hear those words for years.

“I love you, Y/N.”

[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”

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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.

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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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Jealousy Isn't Good

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Tom Holland (characters) x fem!Reader (Arvin Russell and Peter Parker)

Words: 1953

Summary (requested by @peeves6261427): “jealous tom/arvin/peter where the reader knows they’re jealous and tries to tease them but then tom/arvin/peter just go FULL dom” 

Warnings: jealousy, smut, fluff, dom!Tom Holland (+ characters mentioned)

A/N - I fucking love a good angsty + smutty imagine... hope you like just as much as I did writing it AHAHA :) x 

TOM HOLLAND: 

Now, when it came to Tom’s jealous side, he was terribly awful at hiding it.

To your complete surprise, it was actually a recurring thing... It wasn't that Tom had trust issues, he just would notice how others would try to “flirt with you”, according to him.  

However, you struggled to see this and saw no harm in these interactions, as most of the time you believed people were just being friendly. 

When he did become jealous he acted like a complete, stubborn child.

He would give you short, sharp answers, always be temperamental. 

Often in the moment you’d catch him making quick glances at you as you’d be talking to whomever. 

He’d take a deep breath in, his fists would clench to the point his knuckles turned white. 

“Tom, love, you’re doing it again...” 

Tom knew how to calm himself, however his mood would be foul for the day. 

He had a reputation to hold and did not want to jeopardise that, even if it took him all his strength to not even speak against it. 

He really hated the way some would stare at you, eyeing you up and down, especially at premieres where you were all dolled up. 

Tom would become super protective, especially amongst places where there were crowds upon crowds of people: you found that his arm would always be tightly wrapped around your waist. 

Occasionally, a verbal fight would even break out between the two of you because of this... Until Tom would realise your perspective. 

“And what about you Tom?! What about the millions of girls across the world that worship you? Do you see me complaining and whining?” 

You were happiest with Tom, and you’d mentioned it repeatedly to him... He knew you were with him for the long run, he just despised the fact that people didn’t realise this. 

He’d be the type that needed reassurance that you only had eyes for him, and to make up for his childish behaviour... Sex was the only answer.  

This also was the best way he could showcase his dominance over you: he was always in complete control when it came to sex, especially after an episode of jealousy. 

Tom would definitely be the type to leave love marks all over you, hickeys were his thing. He’d try not to leave them in obvious places where your skin would be exposed, again for his reputation especially with kids, however on the rare occasion that he’d lose himself... There wasn't nothing that a decent palette of makeup couldn’t cover up!

God sometimes he’d even surprise you with a quick, soft bite on your skin... He was playful like that. 

Definitely loves to spank you, again seeing his red hand-print form on your ass cheek just sparks joy in him like nothing else. 

And Tom, definitely loves being called Daddy. 

Nonetheless, it was a flaw in Tom’s character... He was the jealous type and it was something you were okay to live with. 

ARVIN RUSSELL: 

Now this man... Would literally go off. Not immediately, it would just constantly be building up inside until he could no longer keep the fury bottled up. 

Having to pick up Lenora from school, you also took to this privilege, which always meant Arvin would be waiting right outside for the two of you. He was protective like that. 

He was also, however, an impatient man: thus, on the occasional days that a few of your colleagues took up your time after school for a quick chat, often about an assignment or homework... He’d grown quite enraged. 

Especially due to the fact that he'd rarely see you during the weekdays from being busy with school. He didn’t want to attend and rather just work, although it took a toll very so often that he’d miss you. 

Being such a small town, didn't help the cause, whether it was walking down the street arm in arm, or catching up at the local diner, someone would stop and chat, minimising your time together even more. 

However, the jealousy would strike most with other male counterparts. 

Arvin, according to his own words “knew what these boys in this town were thinking...” 

For his age, and greatly due to his unfortunate circumstances growing up, Arvin mentally and emotionally matured rapidly for his age. 

Physically, he was also quite strong and didn’t hesitate when faced with a threat. 

Especially after the incident with Lenora and the boys at school... Arvin had a reputation that was built on sheer intimidation. No one dared to mess with anything that even remotely “belonged” to him. 

And he’d made it very clear that you were his. 

However on the downside, when a boy was “downright stupid” (again according to Arvin), and took a chance on you, or even tried to take advantage of you... Arvin would violently lash out. 

It was hard to intervene, especially when matters got physical. 

Arvin was obviously the dominant one: he’d precisely plan his attacks, when exactly to strike. 

Word would spread, and yet everyone would keep quiet... Some would even argue that Arvin did the right thing for standing by you.

“I-I just don't want people thinking the wrong things about you, baby.”   

However you did mention how upset you’d become, witnessing Arvin taking matters into his own hands: and worst of all, you’d hate seeing him hurt with minor wounds to show. 

During these times after the altercations, would be the most intimate. Arvin would apologise and promise to try never to lash out again, although you knew that was a lie. 

It was these moments he showed his most vulnerable side: he’d confess to how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to keep you safe and overall, how much he’d love you. 

“You are the absolute world to be Y/N, baby... You need to know I’d do anything for you.” 

Bless him, you thought. You knew violence was never an answer, although considering Arvin’s upbringing, it was mostly all he’d known, all that he was exposed to. 

“God, Arvin... I can take care of myself, you know that. A-And if I do ever get in trouble, you know you’ll be the first one I come to.” 

However what he dreaded the most was being apart from you. The fear that when you weren't together that’s when something terrible would befall you, killed him deep down and regardless of what you said, or no matter how confident you were of protecting yourself... He knew he’d always be there until he planned for the two of you to leave this “godforsaken town.” 

And of course, the sex helped him a lot. 

Arvin was the dominant one in the relationship throughout everything. He felt he needed to be in control, and obviously still took into consideration your thoughts and feelings.

However when it came to matters of life and death or even remotely close to your safety, he took serious. He prioritised your safety over his own, and that said a lot. 

When I tell you this man would have a breeding kink, I meant it: having children did frighten him a little, although the thought of having them with you, made him feel motivated to have a family of his own. 

He loves when you dry hump the fuck out him, seeing how you moan his name as your face to face with one another, the way your tits be jiggling/jumping the more intense you got. 

He preferred to have sex in remote, isolated locations. He preferred to silence and peace of mind. Only being in each other’s company. 

Often the sex happened in his car, and the moments after would be intimate just like after a fight. 

He loved you and you loved him... You both knew you were meant for one another. 

PETER PARKER: 

Having met Pete, there was no way you’d thought there could ever be a bad bone in him, however it seemed even the perfect Peter Parker struggled with a few minor flaws. 

Peter tended to get jealous, however over specific people that he saw as a threat. 

He was extremely calculative, and knew who posed a risk to his relationship with you.

He often wouldn’t speak up about it, letting it slide and seeking advice from Ned and Aunt May on what to do, however they’d often persuade him to believe it was nothing major to worry about, and that you only had eyes for him. 

And they couldn't be more right. 

Peter trusted you greatly, as you did with him. 

He didn't trust the cocky guys that would shoot their shot with you, and often it did infuriate him. 

At nights, when he was out overlooking the city for whoever would need the help of their friendly, neighbourhood Spider-man, he’d take the time to contemplate to himself. 

However, if he got really desperate for some help, he’d even ask his fellow Avengers... Tony wasn't much of a help, he’d just tell him to either spoil the hell out of you, “take her out to a nice restaurant, the chicks dig that intimacy shit.” 

Steve, on the other hand, was actually the most helpful. 

And they had all met you (and adored you), so they knew exactly who Peter was dealing with.

“Just talk to Y/N, I’m sure she’ll be most understanding... Usually when a guy feels this way about a girl, it means you want to take things seriously,” Captain reasoned. 

And from their Peter knew exactly what he had to do. 

Dates was a regular think, you made sure of that! Despite needing to balance school, work and Peter’s hectic life as an Avenger... You both proudly managed well. 

So taking both Tony’s and Capt’s relationship advice into consideration, Peter thought it would be perfect to just say what he needed to say.

“L-Look Y/N... I know I may not often say it or be the perfect boyfriend, but I-I just wanted to say...” 

God you loved how nervous he'd get. 

“What is it Pete?” You intervene with a bright smile on your face, trying to encourage him to just speak his mind. 

And it seemed to have worked, as his tense shoulders had finally relaxed and he returned with a smile. 

“I-I love you, Y/N. I mean, I-I really am so in love with you. It just bothers me that I see you talking to some guys a-and to think that maybe, one day... They might convince you to leave me.” 

Your heart broke silently to a thousand pieces: not only was this the first time Peter actually said the words “I love you”, however to hear that this was what had been worrying him this entire time. 

“Peter, please don’t ever think that! I could nor would I ever, leave someone as brilliant and caring as you... I love you, Pete, you need to know this.” 

And after what would have been the most sacred dates of your life, you knew exactly how to end the perfect night. 

As you both had politely left the restaurant, thanking the staff for their incredible food and service, you turned to Peter, your hands cupping his chiselled face. 

“Now how about you show me just how much you love me, huh?” 

Sex with Peter was often gentle and very personal. 

He wasn't over-the-top in control, always making sure you were comfortable and relaxed. 

However when you both had gotten into the rhythm of things... A whole, new side of him would peak. 

Definitely a boob guy... He’s rough hands would always be massaging your tits, especially when he ate you the fuck out. 

[silkylovey]

twitter recs 5 do not open if you're younger than 18, have your volume to the highest setting, or are in a crowded room

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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𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 ⤵

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: floof, needy!tom, and a fuck ton of making out + cuddling

summary: after a tiring day at work, both you and tom come home, missing each other's touch.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: i understand touch by little mix is about sex, but idc, this is gonna be a fluffy story god damn it! also, i tried making this look "aesthetic"...did it work? as always, enjoy bitcheeeesssss!

Pulling into the driveway of mine and my boyfriend's shared apartment, I let out a sigh of relief. I'm finally home, so I can now kick off my shoes and relax. I stop my car, take my keys, and open the door. The stairs are only a few feet away but, with how tired I am, they seem like their one thousand feet away. Non the less, I make my way up the blocks of death. My bag is making my shoulder sore and the heels I was wearing were making my feet feel like they were on fire.

The worst part was, I wasn't even halfway up the god damn stairs! All I wanted to do was lay down with my arms wrapped around the love of my life! Was that too much to ask for? Letting out a groan, I keep making my way up the stairs before I hear a voice that sounded awfully familiar.

"Darling? Is that you?" I hear a thick british accent say from behind me. Turning around, I see my boyfriend holding his phone and a brown paper bag. His hair was in it's natural, curly, state and was falling in his face. He was wearing a brown sweater with a black blazer over it. I was assuming that was from the photoshoot he was doing today.

"Yeah lovey, it's me!" I smile down at him. Tom quickly rushes to my side and takes the heavy bag from my shoulder.

"Stay here, y/n. Don't move!" He demands with his cute "listen to me" look. You'd think that'd make him look intimidating but, it just made me want to hug him more. Before I could question what he was doing, he runs up the stairs and disappears into the dark hallway. I'm just standing there, in heels, on a cement stair case wondering what the hell my boyfriend was doing. After a minute or so, Tom comes running back down the stairs.

"Thomas what are you- ahhh." I squeal as he picks me up, bridal style, and starts to carry me up the steps.

"Tom! What are you doing?" I ask through a giggle.

"'m just carrying my beautiful girlfriend up to our apartment." He replies with an adorable smile.

"But why?" I tilt my head up at the brown-haired boy.

"Because, look at your shoes. I bet they really hurt." He explains bringing his forehead to touch mine. I mentally "aww" as we make it inside our shared home. He carries me all the way back to our bedroom and gently lays me down on the bed.

"You go ahead and change, okay? I'm gonna make us dinner." I have the best boyfriend.

"Aww, baby you are so cute!" I gush, sitting up on my knees to connect our lips. He deepens the kiss by pressing his hand to the back of my head. Before we got to much into it, he pulls away.

"Go get into something comfortable, darling." He says against my lips. Smiling,I start to take my shoes off as Tom exits the room. To be completely honest, I wasn't really hungry. I just want to cuddle with Tom. Finally touch him after a long day at work. Lord knows Tom is probably exhausted too.

He probably had like, five different guys shouting at him to pose a certain way or make a certain face. Once I'm finally dressed in Tom's pink hoodie and some shorts, I make my way over to the bathroom to take my makeup off. It felt so refreshing to finally get all of the powder and foundation off of my face. Throwing away the makeup wipe I just used, I make my way into the kitchen. Tom was standing in front of the counter with his head hanging low. He looked tense.

"Hey lovey, what's wrong?" I ask, coming up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and resting my chin on his shoulder. He loosened up a bit with that small action. Tom's hand comes up to grab mine and he turns around. Leaning on the counter he takes my other hand in his free one. With both of my hands in his, he brings them up to his lips and presses a loving kiss on them.

"I'm just really worn out, sweetheart. I don't know if I'll be able to make dinner, I'm so sorry." He looked disappointed but, I just smiled and pulled him closer to me.

"It's okay, honey. We can just order something, you need to rest just as much as I do. How about you go and change and I'll put up the groceries while ordering some pizza! How's that sound?" Tom smiles down at me and moves a piece of hair out of my face.

"That sounds great...I really missed you, baby. I've been missing your touch all day." He whines connecting his forehead to mine again. My arms come up and wrap around his neck and I bump our noses together.

"Same Tom, I've missed you as well. I missed your cuddles!" I explain through a giggle. Tom chuckled as well before connecting our lips again. The kiss was passionate and needy in a way. He turns us around so that my back hit the counter. His hands travel to the bottoms of my thighs, signaling for me to jump up on the counter. Tom's arms are on either side of me now, trapping me between him and the cabinets.

Tom's lips travel down to my neck but, before it escalated I wanted to play around a bit. So, I gently push him away and whisper.

"Go get into something comfortable, darling." Mocking what he said to me earlier. He chuckled, understanding what I was doing before pushing himself off the counter and turning around to make his way to our room. I jump off the counter and start doing the tasks I said I would do. My phone was in between my ear and my shoulder as I put groceries away.

Once I was finished I plopped down on the couch. Out of nowhere I feel someone tackle me, forcing me to lay on my back.

"Ahh, Thomas what the hell?!" I yell and laugh at the same time. He starts pecking my cheek, nose, forehead, neck, and then finally my lips.

"I wanna touch you!" He says with a pout.

"Fine you whinny fucker, let's cuddle!" I joke before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down to rest in the crook of my neck. Feeling his eyes flutter shut, I start running my fingers through his hair.

"You smell good." A small laugh escapes my lips as he starts sniffing my neck more.

"You're weird, you know that right?" I shake him a little and then close my eyes.

"Hey, y/n guess what?" Tom says, I respond with a him, my eyes still shut.

"Now my whole week is golden." He explains lifting his head to smile down at me.

"What from cuddling?" I ask, my face heating up from his cuteness.

"mhmm" he says before nuzzling his head back into my neck. Honestly, so was mine. I feel like I was glowing. My love for Tom is like no other. All of us need just a touch of Tom's love.

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