#tdatt fanfic

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Up A Creek

Title: Up A Creek

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Prompts: Lee Bodecker + Male Reader + Impact Play + “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” + Smut, requested by @electraphyng

Summary: Sheriff Lee Bodecker is sick of your trouble.

Warnings: period accurate homophobia, mention of having too many drinks, impact play (spanking), spit as lube, dubious consent, top!Lee, bottom!Reader, unprotected anal sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

Beta: @peyton-warren

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This wasn’t your first time in Sheriff Bodecker’s cruiser after a few too many at Old Jeb’s bar. Hell, it probably wouldn’t be the last time. He gives you the ‘I was a young man once, too’ speech. It’s the last thing you want to hear right now. That is until he gets to the part where he usually says something about making the right decision. Today, he has something different on his mind.

“Now, I’ve tried every goddamned thing I can think of to try and keep the peace in this damn county. I did it for years until you came along,” he drawls, making eye contact with you in the rearview mirror before looking away. “I’ve verbally warned you. I’ve arrested you. I’ve had you sit in the drunk tank all night. But every damn time I think you’re gonna do right by me and this county, you blow it.”

“Sheriff, I-” 

Bodecker slams his fist on the dashboard of the cruiser. “I did not ask you a question. You speak when spoken to now, you little shit.”

That shuts you up. When you look dejectedly outside of the windows of the cruiser, you realize you should already be at the station with the amount of time he was driving. You don’t know where you are, and you are with the man that hates you more than your damn Daddy. The farther he drives, you notice fewer lights and street signs and more open and wooded areas.

Dragging your eyes away from the window, you look back to the Sheriff. He gnaws a toothpick so hard that his jaw clenches. You catch more of his face in the reflection of the rearview mirror and think if he didn’t grimace all the damn time, he’d be such a handsome man. The kind that everyone would pay to see on the big screen.

You could hear your Daddy’s voice in your head: ‘Ain’t no son o’mine gonna be no damn pervert. I’d rather die.’ His words didn’t have the intended effect; you just became louder and prouder. But now and again, his words would creep into your subconscious, making you think that every damn thing you did was wrong because you were wrong. A design flaw, a mistake.

Your thoughts on your old man are cut short as you feel the cruiser slowing to a stop. Gravel crunches under the tires. Just as you were going to ask the Sheriff where you are, he opens the driver’s side door and gets out, shutting it behind him. You watch as he walks to the back door and opens it. You try to slink back further into the back seat, but he grabs your ankle. You kick at him with the other foot, but he catches it.

“Listen here, son. You try to kick me again; I’ll break it and tell the doctor you fell. Don’t test me,” Bodecker seethes, pulling you the rest of the way out of the cruiser. 

He grabs you by the elbow and walks you into the woods at the side of the road. Pulling you along behind him, he walks into a clearing that is barely lit by moonlight. He pushes you down to your knees. You somehow catch yourself from falling forward onto your front. Walking around you, Bodecker gets your attention by calling your name. He smiles a toothy grin when you look up at him with fear in your eyes.

“Now, I wasn’t gonna say nothin’, but your old man asked me to keep an eye on you. Said something or other about his son not being interested in chasing skirts. Wanted me to talk with you, but I think I got a better idea,” he remarks, sitting on the tree stump nearby. He waves you over, and you walk on your knees slowly before stopping in front of him. 

When he taps his thigh, you chance asking what he means. “Sheriff?”

He sighs, reaching for you and pulling you to lay over his lap, his strength on display. “Just hush now; the only words I wanna hear outta you are how good you beg. You’re up a creek, son, and the only paddle is my goddamned hand.” 

You’re lost to what you’re in for until a heavy wallop lands across your ass cheek. The force with which Bodecker spanks your ass is so much so that you cry out in pain. He must like the sound of that because he delivers another lash to your other cheek. He groans, and you can feel the bulge hardening in his pants just under your stomach.

You can’t believe it, but Sheriff Bodecker is spanking you like an ornery child. He’s enjoying it, too. While you hate this man, you can’t help but grind your dick into his thigh with every whack he executes. 

One after the other, he tears into you until you’re a sobbing mess. With a dick so hard it could cut diamonds, you give in to begging. “Sheriff, please. I can’t take anymore. I’ll do anything; just please make it stop.”

He pushes you off his lap, and you land on your back with a thud. “I told you, you would eventually start begging,” he breathes, coming down to kneel next to you. 

Before you know what is happening, Bodecker is bent over you as he fumbles thick fingers through unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. Your cock springs free in the cool, night air as your pants are tugged to your ankles. With your hands cuffed under you, you’re unable to have any shred of modesty. 

But it would seem that Bodecker doesn’t mind that at all. It would appear that he likes what he sees, judging by the way he palms himself while you watch him stroke you slowly. 

You throw your head back into the dirt, and he groans after you let out a whimper, so happy to finally be touched where you need it. But not for long. Letting go of your cock, he tuts when you whine at the loss. Lifting your legs, he folds you like a pretzel with your thighs pressing into your stomach.

You know exactly what Bodecker’s intentions are once you hear his belt being unbuckled. But it’s when you hear his zipper that you know you are about to be fucked. And you couldn’t decide whether to be upset or thankful. All you know is that you need him to get to it fast. 

Unable to see past your legs, you hear rather than see him spit into his hand. And you thank him silently for at least trying to make taking his length a bit more bearable. Once you feel the wet tip poking at your puckered opening, you wince and wiggle your ass but stop when a warning slap hits your thigh. 

“Hush, now. Sooner you let me in, sooner this’ll all be over,” he insists, pressing further inside you until he is balls-deep inside you. As if crafted by the gods, Bodecker is not only long but thicker than any guy you’ve been with. He grants you half a minute to get used to his size before he pulls out and thrusts back inside you. 

The strangled cries of ecstasy that leave your mouth echo through the trees; the sounds of flesh against flesh dance on the midsummer night’s breeze. You could never have guessed in a million years that you would end up in this predicament. Hell, you wish you would have thought of this earlier, fucking the Sheriff to keep him off your back. 

“Fuck! You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels so fuckin’ good. Takin’ me so well, like a good little slut,” he praises, changing his angle and leaning into you. With his hands on the backs of your thighs, he pounds into you and revels in the garbled nonsense that trickles from your mouth. 

Your cock, hard and forgotten, twitches when Bodecker hits your prostate. Your ass clamps down around his cock as you let your orgasm wash over you. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you come untouched. Thick, creamy ropes coat your chest where your shirt rides up and exposes your skin. 

As you come down from your high, Bodecker chases his release. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he groans as he blows his load, painting your insides. As he softens, he slips from your hole. You feel his cum dribbling out of your used asshole as he stands up to straighten his uniform and dust off his slacks.

You lay there, looking up at him until he helps you to stand. He unceremoniously tugs up your pants as you stand on wobbly legs. Grabbing you by the arm, he leads you through the dark woods to where his cruiser is parked. You’re shoved into the backseat, and he takes his time staring you down before closing the car door.

Once seated in the front seat, Bodecker pulls a piece of candy from the glove box. Unwrapping it and putting it in his mouth, he noisily lets the hard candy clack against his teeth as he sucks on it. He all but ignores you as he turns the key in the ignition and pulls back onto the road. 

You sit quietly looking out of the window as the familiar sights of Knockemstiff come back into view. Your ass hurts and leaks on the entire drive while dried cum plasters your shirt to your torso, but you don’t make a fuss. Noticing the Sheriff has turned down the road leading to your house, you’re somewhat relieved for this night to be over. 

He stops in front of your house, shuts off the car, and turns around to face you with his arm thrown over the seat. “Am I gonna see you causing trouble in my county again? Or am I gonna have to take you back out to the woods and…straighten you out?” His piercing blue eyes show no other emotion but annoyance.

“No, sir,” you lie. You have no intention of being a good little soldier for your Daddy, the Sheriff, or anyone else. But a piece of you wouldn’t mind being a good little slut for Bodecker. 

“Good man,” he replies, turning back around and exiting the vehicle. Letting you out of the backseat, he uncuffs you and lets you start up the walkway to your parents’ house. He whistles to get your attention, and you turn around. “You be good, now. I’ll be watching.”

You simply nod, unsure of what to say. Pulling the key from your pocket, you unlock the front door and enter the house. Leaning against the front door after you close it, you hear his cruiser’s engine turn over and exit down the lane. 

The living room light comes on, and your father appears from the hallway in his pajamas and slippers. “Was that the Sheriff?”

“Yeah, Dad. He gave me an earful tonight. I’m exhausted; I just want to sleep,” you babble, stepping away from the door and walking past your father to get to your bedroom.

“Well, I hope you were listening to what he said. Maybe spend less time out there causing all kinds of trouble?” He encourages, crossing his arms.

“I’ll do my best, Dad,” you lie again, just wanting to disappear into your room. “Good night, Dad.”

“Good night, son,” he sighs, letting you off without a lecture.

You collapse on your bed, not bothering to take off your dirty clothes. A fitful sleep awaited you, and you wouldn’t keep it waiting long. That night, you dream of blue eyes following you through the dark, and it does nothing but spur you on to make the next wrong decision.

A/N: First time writing for Lee, first time in about ten years that I wrote M/M fic, and I fucking loved it. Hope you enjoy!!

[sugarpopss]

Lee Bodecker Blurb (2)

This one has actual masturbation in it yay!!! I watched an entire episode of 'I've got a secret' for this and honestly it's not a bad show.

ummm warning for tugging the dick and shame and feedism and me being too into the research

“Is it an element of some kind? Heat? Fire?” 

Bess Meyerson was asking the questions, but would probably get buzzed out soon. Regardless, her melodic voice drowned out the creaks and groans of the old cabin quite nicely. What Miss America 1945 couldn’t drown out were Lee’s sounds, the grunts and huffs he couldn’t help but let out as he shoved his boxers down and grasped his cock in a spit slick hand. 

He focused on Bess’s dark eyes, the way her lips formed the next question (“You have to skate over it, around it, near it?”) the sweep of her neck and the shape of her bust, enthralling even on a 16-inch screen. Equally as enthralling, though not nearly as pretty as a game show panelist, was the weight of Lee’s gut, packed full and warm, weighing him down into the couch cushions. He could feel the ache of food shifting, his stomach trying its very hardest to digest everything inside of it. If he was honest with himself, that feeling alone could’ve gotten him at least half hard. 

Hell, he’d been half hard when he’d torn the cellophane wrapping off a package of waffle creams, cock swelling in anticipation of the feeling of the cookies settling heavy in his gut on top of the TV dinner he’d already had. A strange sort of self-disgust had settled over Lee about halfway through the cookies, a feeling not unfamiliar nor unwelcome. 

Sure, he was disgusted with himself for such behavior-bingeing on junk, every lonely divorcee and slovenly cop joke come to life. It was pathetic and unseemly. 

But by God, it felt so fucking good. The warm weight of fullness helped in every way-helped him get to sleep and filled the cavernous loneliness inside of him for a little bit. And it made him so, so painfully hard. 

Really, he just needed Bess (or Betsy Palmer or Nancy Walters or Beverly Bentley) to get him past the finish line. 

Lee tightened his grip on his cock, sped up the movement of his hand. Bess’s voice had faded and been replaced with a commercial, but he was so close to the edge that it didn’t matter. In his minds eye, her face blended with his ex-wifes; less a whole, solid picture and more an association of vague images, Bess’s hair and Flos perfume and hands and skin and sweat, the warmth of his stuffed gut and the shame and disgust and arousal all mingling and mixing to form the electric shock that made him tip his head back and groan like a bull bellowing in rut. 

By the time Lee was able to shake the post-orgasm haze from his brain, ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ was over and his cum was drying tacky on his hand. He shifted, stripped his undershirt-also spattered with cum-off and tossed it somewhere out of sight. He’d wash it later, along with the rest of his clothes. The automatic washing machine was the one thing he’d invested in when he’d moved from he and Flos house (former house-Flo had sold it and moved down to Virginia less than three months after their divorce was finalized) to the dusty old cabin. Nobody would want to re-elect a sheriff who went around looking like an unkempt sack of shit with a dirty, wrinkled uniform, or who smelled like his own jizz and sweat all day. 

He felt like a sack of shit, though, in uniform or out of it-lonely, melancholic, getting fat and jerking off to women playing rigged guessing games.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Hear me out Sebastian Stan but with the same build as Lee in tdatt so he just has a fat round gut

If Sebastian had this body-

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This would be me constantly:

And I would never get a damn thing done 🥵🥵

And for your trouble of sending an ask in, have all the Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans chubby kink fanfics I've found on achieve of our own-

"Take Two Pizzas and Call Me in the Morning" from greyskygirl & SevereStorms, & wreckingthefinite

"Halloweird" from greyskygirl & superstringtheory

"Dim Slumming" from greyskygirl

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[biracialdisaster]

Until

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

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

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

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

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

You hope to make the best use of those hours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Looks better on you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you doin’?”

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

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

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

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

“Arv. Please.”

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

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

“I love you,” you say into his hair.

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

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

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

####

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

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

Until I can get you one that’s proper.

[rejectofsociety]

I don't normally write one-shots, nor have I ever written The Devil All The Time fanfics, and I NEVER write reader inserts. But suddenly, like completelt out of the blue, I just got an idea for all three at once. But I kinda hate myself (like more than usual) for it. like it's not a bad idea, in fact it's a pretty good ine. Just... BRUH IT ANGSTY.

if you wanna hear the idea, let me know. You can even use it if you're into writing this kinda thing

[branded-witha-j]

Special Delivery

Pairing: dark!Lee Bodecker x reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: dub-con, manipulation, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, breeding, Lee being mouthy as hell.

Summary: What happens when you hand deliver a lost letter to the Sheriff?

18+ only! Please heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

If I could blame this on anyone, it's gonna be @sweeterthanthis. You know what you did and I hope you're happy. 😉🖤

Not beta read, so all mistakes are mine. Header made by me and done very poorly. 😆 Thank you for reading! As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Support your content creators.

The letter slipped between the chute and the bin, enjoying its hiding spot for almost two weeks before you found it. The addressee had already been by the post office twice to ask for it, but each time he left empty-handed. Of course, the blame fell on you; you were the one that was supposed to sort the letters, you were the one that missed it. So, after its discovery, you were the one forced to deliver it to the Sheriff's Office. 

The post office was now closed, the attempt to contact Sheriff Bodecker by phone met with a bored receptionist that took a message. With the envelope in hand, you walked it down Main Street, most of the shops closing up for the day, and made it to the office just as the sun was beginning to set.

Pushing open the door, the lady behind the desk stopped pulling on her jacket and gave you a sour look.

"We don't want nothin' you're sellin'." She had lipstick on her teeth and a coffee stain on her blouse. It was the end of the day for her and your arrival was getting in the way of her plans to go home. 

"I have a letter for Sheriff Bodecker." You held up the envelope. 

"I'll make sure he gets it." Reaching across the desk, she tried to take it from you. 

"No, I was told to hand deliver it."

The woman narrowed her eyes at you and huffed out in annoyance. "Give me the godda– "

"I thought you'd be gone by now." A deep drawl interrupted the woman and you both looked in its direction. 

The Sheriff stood at the doorway of an office, his name painted across frosted glass behind his head.  

"I was, but this girl has a letter. I told her to give it to me." The flush on her face deepened as the Sheriff ignored her and motioned for you. 

"Whatcha got for me?"

You stepped forward and thrust the letter in his direction. 

"I found this." It was all you could muster under his gaze, the deep blue of his eyes sweeping over you. 

"Oh, ya did, did ya?" His tone dripped with amusement that may or may not have been at your expense. Before you could speak, he turned his gaze to the woman furiously mouth breathing behind you. "That'll be all, Mildred."

You could hear her mumbling under her breath, but the door you entered opened and closed with her departure. It left you alone with the Sheriff, the office dim and quiet. 

"Come on in." He didn't wait for your agreement, turning and walking back into his office. With one final look around, you followed him inside. He stood by the door waiting on you to enter and you stopped awkwardly in the middle of the room as he shut the door and walked back over to his desk. Leaning against it, he motioned for you to come forward. 

"Am I in trouble?" Each tentative step brought you closer, the smell of his cologne growing as you stopped before him. 

"Trouble? Nah. Not unless you did somethin' wrong, sweetheart. Then I'd have to punish ya." His smirk made you hiccup out a laugh, your hand thrusting the letter in his direction. 

"I'm sorry for the hassle, Sheriff Bodecker. It won't happen again." He looked down at the letter, eyes coming back up to yours as he reached for it, only for his hand to pause. 

"Better not." There's that tone again where you're almost certain he's making fun of you. 

"Well, I better be gettin' home, Sheriff– "

"Call me Lee." His drawl was all honey, sticky and sickly sweet. 

"I can't do that, Sheriff." You scoffed, shaking your head. 

"Come now. Have a seat. I'm workin' the late shift and I could use a little company." He motioned at the chair before his desk, not moving his body or gaze until you gave in and sat down. Again, you offered the envelope. 

"What's a sweet girl like you workin' in the mailroom at the post office? Don't you have a husband that can provide for ya?" What he insinuated irked you and the annoyance refused to slip from your face. 

"I live alone. And I pay my own bills." You sounded defensive, shaking the offered envelope again. Still he ignored it. For something that he caused a stink over, he sure wasn't interested in it. 

"Don't get all huffy. I ain't mean nothin' by it." The Sheriff smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes and took the wrinkled letter from your grasp. Tossing it onto his desk, he ignored it completely. "Aren't you Danny's girl? Real shame what happened to 'im, that accident and all."

All you could do was mumble your name before the mention of your father made your throat tighten. 

"You still livin' up in the Holler?"

You used to live up there when your Daddy was still alive, but moved down the road into a small trailer. It wasn't much, but it was home. And the bus to take you there was about to be missed. 

"I'm real sorry, Sheriff...Lee. But I'm gonna miss my bus."

Before he could stop you, you got to your feet, and rushed from the office. The Sheriff followed you as far as the entrance to the building and watched as you ran down the sidewalk. 

You reached the bus stop just in time to see its bright tail lights disappearing down the road. 

"Shit!" The sun was long gone and a chill came with the night, making you pull your cardigan around you tighter. 

"Need a ride?" You recognized the drawl and turned to see the Sheriff leaning over to peer at you through the passenger window of his cruiser. 

"Um." The walk would be long and it would be late when you finally got home. "Yeah, okay."

Opening the door with the inside handle, he shoved it open for you, pulling back as you sank into the passenger seat. The leather creaked as you settled and you tugged on the seat belt as the cruiser pulled away. 

"Thanks for the ride, Lee." You watched as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. 

"Least I could do for ya, makin' you late an' all." The smile he gave you before turning back to the road made your own lips spread into one. 

There was no reason for you to worry, no reason for you to be scared. You were with the Sheriff and he would see to it that you got home safely. The nerves began to ease at the thought and the AM radio crackled to life as Lee fiddled with a knob on the dash. Eventually he found something that crooned about love lost and you both rode in silence. 

"You'll need to tell me when I'm gettin' close."

"It's just up thatta way."

The cruiser slowed, tires crunching on gravel as he turned onto your road. Only one other house could be considered your neighbor and you passed it on the way to your place. Another half a mile and you pointed at the trailer. 

"That's me." The engine roared as the car climbed the drive, brakes squeaking slightly as it stopped. "I really appreciate it, Sheriff."

There was a long moment of silence and the keys jingled as Lee turned them to kill the engine. The tick as it cooled seemed extremely loud and you moved to open the door. 

"You got any coffee? Gonna be a long one with the nightshift and all."

You hesitated, ready to tell him no, but the right thing to do would be to invite him in, offer something to eat, and then send him on his way. So, with every single one of your old grannies scolding you for your rudeness, you nodded. 

Your heels made very little sound compared to his boots, the steps creaking under your combined weight. 

"Step is loose." Lee observed. "I could fix it for ya." 

"That's awfully kind of you, Lee." You smiled, fumbling with the key. His strong, warm hand closed over yours, taking them from you. He had to wedge in beside you to get to the lock and a heady cloud of his cologne made you dizzy. 

A hand at the small of your back coaxed you into stepping inside, the door now open. Moving around, you turned on lights, picking up a few things as you did. The place was rather small and comfortable, but Lee's wide frame left very little room, his campaign hat almost touching the ceiling. 

"Have a seat." You motioned at the small couch and the Sheriff nodded, pulling his hat off for safekeeping on the nearby chair. It left only the spot on the couch open. 

With the percolator started, you returned to your guest, placing a plate of cookies down on the little coffee table. 

"I'm sorry I don't have much. I need to make a trip to the grocer." 

Lee waved it off and took one of the cookies, moaning in delight at the first bite. 

"Delicious as hell." His exclamation made you laugh, a real one, and the loud bubbling of the coffee maker pulled away your attention. 

Returning with a cup, you offered it to him, refusing one for yourself. "I'll never sleep if I drink coffee this late."

Lee hummed around the first sip, dunking his cookie before taking a generous bite. Despite your rocky start, conversation began, not stopping until you yawned. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you apologized from behind your palm. 

"Don't you be sorry. I've kept ya up too late." He placed the cup down on the table. "I need to get back to the station anyway."

There was mild disappointment and you tried your best to keep it to yourself as you walked with him over to the door. 

"Thanks again for the ride."

"Thank ya for the coffee. Real sweet'a you."

The ticking of a nearby clock counted the silence. The leather of Lee's jacket creaked as he leaned towards you, his lips on yours before you could say another word. 

The contact startled you, but not nearly as much as the warmth of his tongue. It pressed at the seam of your lips, trying to gain entrance. Your weak protest granted it and he swallowed up the sound with a deep kiss. The plate of cookies you wrapped for him to take hit the floor, making you jump. 

"I gotcha." Arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you up easily. A gasp fell from your lips as your stomach dropped out, Lee's boots almost booming as he carried you deeper into the trailer. 

"Lee. Wait a min—" Your back made contact with the patch quilt of your bed, the Sheriff not far behind. His weight was almost suffocating and he took advantage of your panting mouth to kiss you again. He was hard everywhere, the zipper of his jacket snagging at your cardigan, the gun strapped to his hip digging into yours. "It hurts."

Lee froze, pulling back up onto his feet, and you felt a rush of relief that he was going to stop, that he knew this wasn't right. Instead, he removed his jacket, draping it over a nearby chair, his utility belt coming next. That he placed on the top of your dresser, right next to the jewelry box that played Amazing Grace when opened. 

He was no longer responding to you, your protest to slow down interrupted as he fell to his knees beside your bed. Curiosity made your brows knit, but then his hands curled behind your knees, and a hard tug brought you closer. Thighs clapped together in an attempt to keep him at bay, but a strong hand pried them apart, the other rucking up your skirt. The nylons and garter belt made the Sheriff groan in appreciation and your cheeks heated at his praise. 

"Prettiest thing I ever seen." His nails raked up the side of your thighs, sending runs through the nylon, and his mouth against your covered mound made you bolt upright. 

"Lee! Wait!" Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might fly right out of your throat. 

"Shhh, baby. Just wanna make you feel good." 

The desperation in his tone was intoxicating and you paused long enough that he continued, pressing a hand between your breasts to push you back down. Fear crept over you, eyes darting across the ceiling. There was a water stain that you hadn't notice until now and a nip of teeth at your inner thigh had your gaze jerking down. 

"Where you floatin' off to, sweetheart?" You honestly didn't have an answer, but he wasn't really interested in it anyway, continuing on. "I want you to feel every single thing I'm about to do to you."

"Lee!" His fingers curled under the gusset of your modest panties and pulled it to the side. You could feel the cool air, but then Lee's warm breath washed over your most intimate parts, your hand coming down to push at his forehead. The other joined in when he pinned the first to the side of your hip, holding you down as he tasted you for the first time. 

It was foreign, wet and very warm, Lee's tongue licking a stripe up your slit. You started to protest, but the swirl around your clit had you keening with a sound you'd never made before. The Sheriff growled in satisfaction, releasing your hands and hooking his arms around your thighs to drag you closer. Teeth grazed and nipped over swollen flesh and Lee sent a look up at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. 

"All that bellyachin' just to end up on my mouth anyway." When you tried to move, he locked his arms tightly and yanked you down even further. "Why you wet?"

Your head jerked back and forth in weak denial and Lee sneered.

"I think you wanted me to have'a taste of this pretty cunt'a yours." No matter how hard you shook your head, the truth glistened between your legs. "I gotta sweet tooth and those cookies a'yours ain't nothin' compared to you."

His words left you dizzy, all manners and decency gone in the way he looked, touched, and spoke to you. 

"Anybody ever do this to ya?" This time he didn't accept a head shake, nipping at your clit until you sobbed out a loud NO. "Ripe for the pickin'."

It was all wet and nasty sounds, the Sheriff licking and kissing every part of you that no man had ever done before. You could no longer fight him, his mouth latching onto your nub and sucking until you felt a pleasant cramp in your lower stomach. 

"You touch yourself when no one's lookin'?" 

"No, Lee."

"Liar. Show me how you do it." He challenged you, his gaze unwavering until you brought your hand down to give him what he wanted. The pad of your middle finger dipped through your folds and the arousal startled you. Coating your fingers, you swirled it around your clit, teeth worrying your bottom lip. Lee cooed words of praise, telling you what a good girl you were for him, each compliment making you more confident. 

Panting, you felt the pressure in your belly again, pulling back from it with uneasiness. 

"I gotta do everything, huh?" His voice was gruff, fingers wrapping around your wrist to tear it away. Before you could even utter his name in protest, his hot mouth was back on your cunt. Without warning, an intense wave of throbbing pleasure made you squeal out his name, hands slapping on the patch quilt.

Eyes rolled back, sweat dotting along your hairline. You felt limp, the place between your legs pulsing as you struggled to understand what happened. 

"I told ya, didn't I? Said I'd make you feel good. And look atcha, all dumb and ready for my cock."

The words took a moment to enter your hazy brain, the clicking of Lee's zipper lost in the whooshing in your ears. It wasn't until his dripping tip made contact that you snapped back to attention. Palms pushed at the pressed shirt of his uniform, your protest cut short by the nudging at your clit.

"Lee–" You couldn't catch your breath, eyes pinching shut as his weight and scent swallowed you up. 

"This is mine. No one else's. Do you understand?" His voice was hot and heavy at your ear, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. He repeated the words like a mantra, the emerging stubble on his jaw rubbing against your cheek. 

Fingertips pressed into your skin, his mouth seeking out yours once again. You could taste yourself on his lips, whining as his tip pressed at your opening. 

"Take it." A hard thrust of his hips made you cry out, the sharp pain met with warmth and pressure. Tears burned in your eyes, the Sheriff stilling above you. Either waiting for you to adjust or to catch his breath, you weren't sure. Ducking his head down, Lee lifted slightly, looking down to where you were joined. "Look 'atcha. Makin' a mess on my cock."

Hands returned to his chest, pushing harder than before, and he grabbed them easily, pinning them above your head. 

"Lee–" The whimper fell from your lips and he responded by pulling his hips back. The relief was brief, your skin stinging as he thrust back in. He felt like waves on a beach you remember visiting once when you were a kid. The way they ebbed and flowed was hypnotizing, Lee's cock similar in many ways. 

He was a man that caused pain, more than you even realized, but your own was confusing. You knew it was wrong, knew God would be angry, but the warmth of Lee's body, and the pressure of him surrounding and consuming you made you forget anything else. 

"Knew you'd be fuckin' perfect." His words were punctuated with hard thrusts, the bed squeaking wildly beneath you. "Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. All doe-eyed and innocent, just begging for a cock to ruin you."

His words left you dizzy, the cramping in your stomach starting again until you could no longer control it. Your release was met with blasphemous swears from the Sheriff, the pounding he gave you wet and loud in the small, stifling room. 

"Gonna fill you up, sweetheart." His words made you panic and you fought with him, a chuckle falling from his lips. 

Pulling back onto his haunches, Lee tore at the front of your blouse, ripping through the fabric easily. A hard yank had your breasts spilling out and the Sheriff groaned in appreciation, plucking at a swollen nipple. You winced, reaching up to wrap a hand around his wrist, but they soon returned to the quilt as Lee began to fuck you hard. Both of his hands circled your waist, mouth agape as he watched his cock slide in and out of your ruined cunt. 

"I did that. Me." He was talking to himself, but the words still made you keen with a confusing rush of arousal. 

Hard, precise thrusts became erratic, sweat dripping down Lee's forehead as he grunted from the effort. Pushing forward, his hot body collapsed onto yours again, your arms and legs forced to wrap around him. 

"One more. Give me one more." The Sheriff was winded, panting hotly at your ear. "One. More." 

The hand pushing between your bodies sought out the apex of your thighs, a finger circling your swollen nub furiously. Your scream was guttural, the pleasure dancing precariously with pain, Lee savoring it until he could no longer hold back. 

With a final clap of his hips into yours, he let go, spilling inside you. The heat of his cum spread outward, drowsiness making you go limp beneath him. 

"You did so good for me, baby." His words soothed an ache that was beginning to build and you both hissed as he pulled back. As your thighs moved to close, Lee clicked his tongue, dropping his feet to the floor to stand next to the bed. "Don't fuckin' move."

You did as he said, spread out beneath him as he tucked himself away and placed his utility belt back around his waist. His eyes never left the mess he created, satisfaction burning in his gut as he pulled on the leather jacket. 

When his eyes broke contact, you slowly relaxed, letting your legs come together. The Sheriff was no longer interested in you, instead pulling open your closet to root around.

"What are you doin'?"

The beige suitcase thumped heavily on the foot of your bed and Lee released the clasps before throwing it open. 

"Pack up your shit. You're comin' home with me."

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What's Mine - Arvin Russell (Smut)

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Summary: Y/N can't seem to catch a break from Gene Dinwoodie and his no good buddies. After Arvin finds out, he takes Y/N out for a bit of stress relief, which leads to something more.

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Note: I'm hella proud of this ngl

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Warnings: bullying, harassment, sexual harassment, angst, smut, fluff, car sex, jealous!Arvin

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"C'mon, sweetheart," Gene snickered, his lips curling into an eye sore of a smirk, "Why don't you just let up a lil'?"

You couldn't help but to roll your eyes, knowing that if your mother were there, she could have slapped your silly for it. In this little town, you minded your manners, but when it came to Gene Dinwoodie and his handy-happy pals, you couldn't bite it back.

"I'm tryna focus," you try to say as nicely as you can muster, "Please leave me be."

Gene had been hassling you for the past 10 minutes. You wanted to curse the teacher for sitting him directly next to you in the back of the class, but your reputation had to be kept. Your daddy would bury you 6 feet under if he ever heard you talk like that.

You wanted nothing more than to slam your desk over Gene's head, but your family was well known in town, your father being the priest in the local church and your mother being the store owner of the local flower shop. Both of them wreaked of the Bible, you swear they might even make holy water on Sundays, so doing something as sinful as sending Gene Dinwoodie to the hospital would make your parents start digging your grave.

You hated it. You and your parents were very different and fought a lot because of it, but you still wanted to keep from the judgement of others. So, you kept your smile on, being the nice little church girl everyone sees you as.

Well, not everyone.

Arvin Russell was the only person in this god forsaken town that actually knew you. Your parents don't approve of him, of course, but you loved him. With him, you're free of judgement, you're able to be yourself.

"I'm talkin' to ya, girl!"

Gene's raised voice brought you out of your thoughts, making you look around the room to see if he got anyone's attention. Everyone was too caught up in their own chatter to hear him before hearing the loud ringing of the bell, signalling that it was time for lunch.

You got up quickly, throwing all your stuff into a pile, holding it to your chest tightly as you practically bolted to the door. You wanted to get out of there.

You made your way to the back entrance, knowing Arvin was sitting outside waiting for you. Turning into the deserted hallway, almost tasting the freedom past the thick double doors as your feet padded quickly against the floor, but you were stopped right before you could make it do the door.

"Why ya walking so fast, darlin'?" You hear Gene call from behind you, you nearly groaned, tipping your head back in defeat before slapping a fake smile on your face and turning around to face him.

"I gotta go, Gene." You say with spitefulness despite your dashing smile, taking Gene aback. His eyes widened a bit.

He backed you against the wall, towering over you. Your heart started beating out of your chest as your eyes widened, clutching your books tighter. His hands fell from your arms and started moving down your body, making you want to sink into the wall.

"Ya better watch that pretty lil' mouth talkin' to me, sweetheart," Gene spoke lowly, "You don't wanna make me mad, do ya?"

His tone was menacing, sending a streak of fear down your spine. He reached his hand down, dragging the tips of his fingers up your bare thigh. His hand got higher, riding up your skirt a bit, and you couldn't help but feel the shear terror of a scream crawling its way up your throat.

You tried to push him away, dropping your books and trying to scream. Gene grunted as you barely even moved him, grabbing your wrist and slamming a hand over your mouth before you could scream.

"Y're makin' me angry, doll." He spat through gritted teeth, a look in his eyes that made you sink against the wall, "Y're gonna listen to me, fuckin' whore."

You felt him remove the hand from your mouth and grab a handful of your ass under your skirt, making you choke back a cry at the pain of his nails digging into your skin. Gene loved the way you looked under him, cowering, afraid.

"Get yer fuckin' hands off her." Was all you heard before the sound of knuckles and crack of a jaw wizzed past your face. You gasped, jumping out of your skin.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you glanced at Gene's unconscious body laying face first in the floor, eyes wide as you saw blood trickling from his nose.

"A-Arvin?" You squeaked, looking from your boyfriend and your bully.

"Are ya alright, darlin'?" Arvin asked, concern pooling his eyes as he looked over you.

It took a second for your mind to slow down. It had all happened so fast that you were still processing it.

"Yes, just a little scared, is all." You say, trying to ease his worry. Arvin sighed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug.

"I'll kill that no good son of a bitch." He says into your neck with greeted teeth. You squeezed his biceps, pushing him to look at your face.

"No, baby." You whisper softly, cupping his clenched jaw in your hands, "He ain't worth it."

Arvin's eyes flickered between you and the blacked out Gene Dinwoodie, softening his gaze as he looked into your eyes. Looking into those beautiful orbs of yours, Arvin felt a sense of comfort and distraction, which was something you both needed.

"Alright, darlin'... let's go." Arvin grabbed your hand, walking towards the door as if he was on a mission.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"Outta here."

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Outta there was certainly where you went. Arvin drove you both out to your spot in the woods two miles from his house. This was a beautiful clearing that was hidden away by the trees, Arvin cut a path for his car when he took you on your first date there. He found the spot to be the most second beautiful thing in his life after you showed up.

Now, here you were, legs straddling his lap in the backseat of his car that overlooked a beautiful meadow. Arvin had both hands kneading a handful of your ass, groaning against your lips everytime you'd rub your fingers through his chocolate curls and pull a little.

You felt Arvin's evident bulge growing against your heat, pressing against your panties more and more. You pulled away, smirking at him a bit.

"Well ain't you happy," you giggle, panting slightly, "Got somethin' you wanna do, baby?"

Arvin smirked at you, giving your thigh a quick slap. You gasped and smiled, jumping slightly on his lap.

"There're a lot of things I wanna do, darlin'." He whispers seductively, his voice sending shivers down your body as you played with his hair.

You kissed him again, desperate and needy. He hummed against your lips and pulled your body even closer to him, your hands slowly sliding up his shirt with lingering fingertips. Arvin squeezed your ass, pulling back from the kiss.

He was breathing heavy, not breaking eye contact with you as he unbottoned your shirt. As he pushed it off your shoulders, he was quick to do away with your bra, taking your nipple between his teeth, being gentle as he ran his tongue over your sensitive bud.

"Agh, Arvin.." you moaned out, slightly digging your nails into his chest. Arvin pulled back for just a second to skin his shirt off, throwing it next to him as his his lips reattached to your breast and his other hand dipped into the waistband of your skirt.

You started grinding on him faster, feeling your high coming closer and closer. Your head was tipped back in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth gaped slightly. You squeezed your thighs around Arvin's, feeling your climax approaching as Arvin played with your breasts.

Arvin felt this and smirked, immediately pulled away, gripping your hips tightly to stop you. Your eyes snapped to his, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Ya really think imma just let ya cum all on yer own, darlin'?" Arvin spoke lowley, biting his lip as he looked up and down your body, "Imma make ya feel good, better than fuckin' Dinwoodie ever could."

Arvin didn't let you reply, his hands went straight to your skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall of. His cock was throbbing, captivated by his worn out jeans. You let up a little, heart beating out of your chest as he pushes his jeans to his ankles, boxers following suit. Ever since Arvin saw Gene's body pressed against yours, his hands all over you in only a way Arvin's should have been, he wanted to get rid of any mark or smell he left, the thought of doing so gave him more satisfaction than the feeling of Gene's jaw cracking under his knuckles.

Flipping you into your back, pressing you against the seats, Arvin groaned at his hard cock brushing against your soaked pussy. It made you gasp a little, his fingers trailing down to your heat, lightly rubbing your clit.

His touch wasn't gentle for long. Arvin's fingers pressed harder and rubbed faster, making you throw your head back in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, Arvin!" You moaned loudly, your voice sounding like music to Arvin's ears. Pleasure was rolling over your body as Arvin watched intently, cock throbbing at your pleasure-written features. He loved this.

"Who makes ya feel this good, darlin'?" Arvin whispers huskily in your ear, a small smirk on his face as he slips two fingers in your soaked pussy. You choke on a moan, feeling him curl his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you steadily.

"Y-You baby- oh," You moan, your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts his fingers faster. Arvin felt pride as he looked down at you, your face screwed in pleasure all cause of him.

"Alright, I can't take it no more." Arvin grunted as he put your legs over his shoulders. The minute you saw him doing that, you knew you'd be sore for days.

Arvin teased your clit for a moment.

"Please don't tease," you whimpered, looking him in the eyes. Arvin's eyes softened as he looked into yours.

"You're mine, darlin'," Arvin mumbled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "I ain't sharin' you, not with no one."

"You'll never have too- holy shit!"

Arvin cut you off by quickly pushing his long, thick length inside you, a quick "shit" leaving his lips as well. Your body lit up at this, a high pitched, shocked breath leaving your throat.

He didn't bother giving you anytime to adjust, Arvin was thrusting in and out of you with his only mission being to leave his mark on you. You were his, his to love, hold, touch, protect, his to fuck. Gene Dinwoodie couldn't ever even come close to this and you and Arvin both knew it.

Your body had pleasure rolling over and over again, arching your back as Arvin fucked you good.

"You like it, don't ya, darlin'?" He snickers, nearly cutting himself off with a moan, "Like it when I fuck ya like this?"

"Yes!" Your moan came off loud and desperate as your nail left marks all over Arvin's back, eyes shut and mouth left open in ecstasy.

"Listen to that dirty lil' mouth," he smirked, thrusting harder into your abused pussy with a loud grunt, "Usin' the Lord's name durin' such a sin... should be ashamed if yourself, sweetheart."

Arvin's words made your heat tighten up as you mumbled soft profanities under your breath, only wanting him more. He pulled all the way out before slamming right back into you, resulting in a pleasured cry from you. The car was shaking and you were both sweating, sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filling your ears.

"Say it." Arvin grunted throwing his head back slightly as he only fucked you deeper.

"Say what- ahh!" The pleasure was hitting you over and over again, too much for you to handle.

"My name," he growls, a death grip on your thighs as he angled his thrusts, "Say it. I want all them no good son's of bitches to know who you belong too."

Arvin senses your hesitation, growling in frustration as he moves his hands from your thighs to you hips, pulling you towards him with every crush. It was hard, the slapping of him only getting louder as you were left speechless and shocked.

"Arvin!" The loud, extremely pornographic moan crawls up your throat. The knot in your stomach felt so tight, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"Louder, dammit!" He grunts, digging his fingers into your hips, sure to leave small circular bruises

"Ah- Arvin, fuck!" You almost scream, your body tensing up as you approach your high, "You make me feel so good, baby! Only you, no one else!"

Arvin felt satisfied by this and smiled. He threw his head back and used all his might to slam into you, it even hurt a little but you didn't care because the sight of his biceps bulging, muscles flexing, his bottom lip in between his teeth and the dripple of sweat dripping down his head sent you over the edge as you arched your back, pleasure rolling over you so hard as your vision seemed blurry for a moment.

When you finally came to, Arvin as already pulled out, looking down at you and your dripping heat in utter shock.

"W-What?" You ask nervously.

"Darlin'... you squirted." He says, looking up at you with a chuckle, yet eyes full of admiration.

A deep blush creeped onto your cheeks, smiling and turning away from Arvin's gaze, wrapped in embarrassment. Arvin laughed at you slightly as he leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, smoothing your hair.

"It was incredibly sexy, sweetheart." He whispers lowly in your ear. You rolled your eyes, not able to wipe away your smile as you punched his arm. He laughed, pulling you into him.

He started kissing your neck, sucking hard on your sweet spot. You hummed against him, placing your hand on his chest.

"Arv, I'm tired."

"I know, baby. I'm just doin' a thing."

"What do you mean?"

You looked in the rearview mirror and saw a lovebite, making your heart stop. Your parents were out of town so you weren't worrying about them seeing it, but the kids at school were a different story.

"Arvin!" You shrieked, turning to look at him as you laid next to him once more. He was smirking- of course.

"What?" He chuckles, "Just markin' what's mine,"

"Gene Dinwoodie ain't takin' me from ya, Arv," you scoffed, "No one is."

"I'd kill em if they tried."

"You know not to leave no damn lovebite on noticeable places." You said in annoyance.

"If you try n' cover that up, I'll come in yer class and bend you over yer desk and spank that sweet little ass red." He growled in your ear, making your skin crawl in the best way. You bit your lip, but left it alone.

You returned to school the next day wearing a simple sundress, ignoring the looks you were getting from other kids. The mark wasn't too dark, but enough to tell others that you weren't available. As you were at your locker, Gene slammed it shut, showing off his smirk and bruised up face.

Before he could speak, his eyes flickered down to your neck, eyeing the obvious spot. You felt a smirk on your face, shutting your locker.

You felt a familiar, strong arm snaked around your waist, the smell of cigarettes and burning wood filling your nose.

"A bit too close, don't ya think?" Arvin spoke to Gene, his tone menacingly calm.

Gene took the hint, but not before shooting you both a glare. With a smile, you turned and kissed your boyfriend, not caring who was watching.

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman." Arvin chuckled in your ear, grabbing your hands and placing a kiss on each before walking to his next class.

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

//

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

//

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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➽ pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader ➽ word count: 4.0k ➽ summary: arvin gets revenge against the man who wronged the girls he loves.  ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. smut, explicit language, fingering (f!receiving), graphic violence, is getting to third base in a church parkling lot a warning? probably, excessive mentions of tom’s abs ➽ a/n: make sure to check out the sequel to this on my blog!! thanks for reading!

I saw Arvin’s hands shaking fiercely. The sun was nearly lowered over the distant mountains and people in this town were sure to talk about how the orphan Russell boy had come and picked me up this close to night, but I knew Arvin. He wasn’t very talkative, so his affection (and I use that term lightly) came in other ways. He always let me have his last cigarette, even though I barely smoked. He had saved a seat on the school bus for me, back before we graduated. He was kind, just not in the ways that Coal Creek knew. I knew, when I heard Arvin’s old ‘51 Chevy in front of my house, that he needed me; I jumped in his car before my mom had time to tell me to get dressed decently. 

“Arv,” I whispered. “What’s going on? Where’re we going?” 

Arvin took a deep breath, but he didn’t answer. He looked out his window before returning his gaze to the front windshield, and his fingers began to tap on his steering wheel. “He killed my Lenora,” he mumbled finally. “Light me a smoke, would ya?” 

It took a moment for his words to register. Ever since Lenora died, Arvin had become distant, nearly a whole different man. He went to work and went back to his grandmother’s house. He barely made time for me anymore. That was alright, though; he had lost the only person he had ever really loved. I couldn’t blame him. I wasn’t much to him, other than someone who tolerated him. 

“I thought Lenora…” I began and swallowed my words. He had requested a cigarette. I reached into the backseat where his jacket was slung and tugged out his crushed box of cigarettes and a matchbox, and I lit him a cigarette. I passed it to him, and he carefully took it between his fingers. 

“Ain’t you gonna take the first gasp?” Arvin asked, managing a weak chuckle. His eyes were dark and focused, and there was nothing behind his smile. Levity, I assumed, to make me feel better about whatever was happening. 

“My mama would skin me if I came home smelling like smoke,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself. “Go ‘head, Arv.”

Arvin lifted his hand to his mouth, his thin lips wrapping around the end, and he took a deep pull at it. He blew the smoke out of his nose, and he said, “Lenora did it to herself, yeah, but he made her do it. He drove her to it.” 

“Who’s he?” I asked. 

“Did that Teagardin son ova bitch ever lay his hands on you?” Arvin asked quickly. His gaze flicked to me, curled up next to him, still wearing my house shoes and pajamas. No makeup, no cover-up; I would be the talk of the town the next morning, I knew it. 

“Pastor Teagardin?” I clarified, and Arvin nodded. “No. He tried, though, I think. Once.” 

“Ya think?” Arvin repeated. “God damn it, Y/N, what he’d do to you?” 

“He didn’t do nothing,” I said quickly. “He’s old enough to be my daddy, ya know how sick that is?” 

“You said he tried,” Arvin rebutted. “Tried to do what?” 

I huffed out a breath. “I stayed after a service on Wednesday night a few months ago to help Mrs. Teagardin gather up hymns and stuff. She went off to do something, and Brother Preston approached me. Said he… Said he saw me hanging out with you… Saw us drinking and smoking… And he said I gotta repent for my sins. Jesus, the man thought we fucked. He made me get down on my knees to pray, but I heard his belt ‘fore anything happened. Told him I’d call the sheriff on him if he tried anything like that again.” 

Arvin breathed deeply, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “That’s three,” he said. “You, the Reaster girl… and Lenora.” 

My heart sank into my stomach. As much as I loved Lenora, she was naive. From the day that she was born, she trusted everybody. If she had ever been with someone, they took advantage of her. Maybe not with violence, but advantage nonetheless. “No,” I mumbled. “He didn’t… Not her.” 

“Coroner said Lenora was pregnant,” Arvin told me. He situated his cigarette in his mouth, and his hand floated down to rest on my knee. “I just know it was him. Who the fuck else would it be?”

“Arvin, what’re you doing?” I asked. “Where’re we going?”

“I’m going down to that church,” Arvin began. “And I’m killing that son of a bitch Pastor Teagardin.” 

“Arvin!” I yelped. “You’re not! You can’t-- How--?”

The car rolled to a stop in front of the small church, the gravel crunching under the tires. Arvin squeezed my knee, shutting me up, and he leaned forward and dug around behind him for a moment. Slowly, from the back of his pants, Arvin pulled out a small revolver gun. My breath caught in my throat; Arvin was rough around the edges, sure, but never did I think I would see him with a gun in his hands. My Arvin looked so unsure of the weapon, but his thumb clicked the hammer back, readying it to shoot, and I saw something behind his eyes change. He wasn’t vindictive, but revenge was a choice that had to be made. Arvin made his choice. 

“A German luger,” Arvin mumbled, his cigarette still in his mouth. “My daddy told my uncle Earvell that it’s the gun Hitler killed himself with.” 

I couldn’t manage any words. My lips fell open in shock, my brain struggling to make any coherent thought out of what was happening. “Arvin,” I finally choked out. “You ain’t really gonna kill Pastor Teagardin, are you?” 

“He killed my sister,” Arvin said, his voice low in his chest. “He tried to hurt you. Who says he won’t try that shit again?” 

“Arvin, you don’t need to avenge me,” I said quickly. My hands grasped his, and I fumbled with his fingers to release the gun. “Lenora wouldn’t want this.” 

“How do you know?” Arvin asked. His eyes, the color of dark West Virginian molasses, locked on mine, and his hands came up to capture my face. He was shaking violently, and I wasn’t sure that he would even be able to hold his gun. “None of us will ever know what Lenora would want. I knew her better than goddamn anyone else on this earth, and I think I know. I know, Y/N. And even if he didn’t manage to hurt you, it’s the thought that he would try that-- I don’t know how many other girls he’s got to. I’m doing this whole damn town a service by getting rid of him.” 

I gulped in a breath, trying to stop myself from crying. “What’re ya gonna do once you’re done?” I asked. “You can’t stay here.” 

“I’m not,” Arvin said. “I don’t know where I’m gonna go, but far away from fuckin’ Coal Creek. I want you to come with me.” 

“Arv, I got my family here,” I said quickly. “My momma and my daddy, I can’t just leave them.” 

“Y/N,” Arvin sighed heavily. His eyes softened and his thumb pressed into my cheek kindly, and he said, “I can’t leave you here. I love you too damn much.” 

“Arvin Russell, I love you too, but I--” I began. “I can’t.”

“Y/N,” Arvin said firmly. “I love you. And I want you to come with me.” 

This was different. Arvin had told me that he loved me before, but I always thought he had meant “as a friend” or “as a sister”. Had I been mistaken this whole time? Did Arvin care for me differently than he could ever care for Lenora? “You…” I started. “You love me?” 

“I’ve loved you since the day I laid my eyes on you,” Arvin told me. “Fucking seventh grade, your hair was in these little braids, you offered me a seat on the school bus. I thought it was… A crush. But Lenora showed me real love, and I know that I love you. I have always loved you, Y/N. Please, wherever I go, I can’t go without you. I need you, love.” 

Tears were welled up in Arvin’s eyes, and he sniffled back his emotions. I hated that. Arvin always tried to hide his emotions and, ever since I had known him, he had only cried in front of me once: the night Lenora died, he came to my house, eyes puffy, and he buried his head in my chest and heaved sobs into me. The strangled sounds of anguish had stayed with me and haunted me in the night, and I never wanted to see Arvin hurting like that again. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll come with you.” 

Arvin nodded slowly. The tip of his tongue wet his bottom lip as he looked behind me to the small church, Pastor Teagardin’s fancy Cadillac parked in front. “Now, I don’t know what’s gonna happen in there,” he began. “Gimme an hour. If I ain’t back by then, leave. Get outta here, you never knew me. Alright?” 

“You don’t think you’d…” I started, and the ache in my heart forced me to stop talking. “Don’t die, Arv. My heart couldn’t take it.” A moment passed where the both of us were still and silent, and finally Arvin’s hand carefully moved to the back of my neck. Quietly, he pulled me close to him and pressed his lips to mine, and my stomach flipped around inside of my body. I had never kissed anyone before, but his kiss felt right. Arvin broke the kiss first, his lips lingering just before mine, and I thought about how my momma had told me that boys didn’t like when girls made the first move. Arvin had kissed me first, though, so, if I kissed back, that wasn’t making the first move. My momma was forever concerned with how people saw me, but, if I was going to run away with a man about to murder, I felt like maybe those societal pleasantries could be pushed aside. 

I took Arvin’s coat collar in my hands and tugged him closer, and I reconnected our lips. Arvin was on the same page as me, his hands falling to my waist as easily as if he had done it a hundred times before. His kiss was hungry, like a man depraved, and he guided me to lean against the car door. He moved on top of me, one hand moving above my head to brace against the car door, his other hand pushing my shirt up to expose my stomach. I knew he wanted to see more but was waiting for my permission, and I broke the kiss with a laugh. “This ain’t like ya, Arv,” I giggled. 

Arvin seemed to almost wake up, and he moved away from me. “Sorry,” he said, his voice rumbling. “Don’t know what got into me--”

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I told him. “I was saying that you don’t normally ask for permission to do things, you just… Do.” 

“When it comes to pretty girls, I always ask,” Arvin told me. He hovered over me again, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, and I pushed the rugged ball cap off of his head to expose his chestnut hair. 

“Got a lotta experience with pretty girls, huh?” I asked, and the corner of Arvin’s mouth quirked into a devilish smile. 

“Well, we doin’ this now, ain’t we?” Arvin asked. “I’m thinking this is all the experience I need.” 

“Shut your fucking mouth and kiss me, Arv,” I scoffed, and Arvin dove back in. His palm rested on my jaw, his thumb on my cheek, and he kissed me like nobody has ever kissed me. His warm tongue was inside my mouth, drawing quiet moans from the depths of my chest, and his free hand pulled my shirt up, up, up, until I was forced to pull away from his mouth to tug it over my head. My mouth felt chapped from his dark stubble, but my breasts welcomed the roughness. He kissed my mouth, then my neck, then situated himself to bury his face between my breasts. He kissed them, then took one in his hand and squeezed until I whimpered, and I felt him smirk against my tender skin. 

“Ya like that, darlin’?” Arvin rasped, and I nodded quickly. “I thought so. You’re making such damn pretty noises, I could listen forever.” 

Arvin’s kisses trailed down the middle of my chest, then his mouth refocused on my nipple, stiffened with excitement. His tongue circled it and he gave it a hard suck, hard enough for me to yelp and pull at his hair. This seemed to urge him on, because he started to kiss and gently nip all over my breasts. My skin tingled with each kiss, and his knee found its way between my legs. His thigh pressed lightly into my already-soaked core, and I suddenly felt like I was suffocating with the heat inside of the car. “Arv, shit, hold on,” I mumbled and lifted my hips to take my pants off. His free hand came down and helped me, and his warm palm replaced his thigh once I was bare. 

Not once had I ever been touched there. The feeling was foreign but not unwelcome, especially since it was Arvin. I panted, trying to sort myself out, and Arvin pressed a soft kiss to the shell of my ear. “You alright there, darlin’?” he asked, his hand melting away from my body. “Need me to stop?” 

“No,” I said. “Keep going, Arv. Please. I’ll die if you don’t keep on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Arvin chuckled, and his hand went back to my cunt. The pad of his middle finger massaged my wetness, and he pushed his finger past my folds and carefully pressed just the tip of his finger into me. I moaned at the sweet goodness of it all, and I opened my eyes to see Arvin watching me. He didn’t seem to be studying me-- his eyebrows weren’t drawn together in consideration-- but he seemed to be admiring me. I tugged him down to my lips by his hair and kissed him, and his finger pressed further into me. Arvin’s kiss moved to my neck, and he slowly began to pump his finger inside of me. I never knew anything could feel so good. “More,” I whispered, my head falling back to expose my throat to him, and he nipped at my throat before he pushed his ring finger in to meet his middle finger. “Fuck, Arv, this ain’t fair at all,” I gasped. 

“What d’ya mean, darlin’?” Arvin asked, his fingers moving with increasing quickness inside me, massaging something in me that I didn’t know existed. It made my legs shake. 

“Arvin,” I whimpered. “Take-- Oh, fuck!” His fingers had pressed right into that sweet spot in my body, and the pleasure made my middle seize up. “T-Take off those goddamn pants, please.” 

“Always so polite,” Arvin smirked. His fingers retreated from me and, in the fading sunlight coming through the sweating windows, I saw my wetness glistening on his fingers as he undid his belt. He whipped his belt off and tossed it into the backseat before he started to take off his ripped and dirty work pants. Arvin worked on the roads and I knew that the hard labor had gotten him fit, but, as I pulled his shirt off while he removed his pants, I was faced with his body. His chest and stomach were as hard as a rock, his muscles taut under his skin, and his arms bulged with a tight but lithe strength. His middle came down in a sharp V to his cock, half-hard, the tip flushed, resting on one of his built thighs. I had never really paid attention to how attractive Arvin was-- he had a nice face and gave me tight hugs, but that was about as far as I thought of his body or attractiveness. Arvin was so much more than attractive, though. The sight of his body, tanned and scarred and built like an Italian statue, made me face a truth that might have been hard to swallow twenty minutes ago. 

“Arvin,” I whispered, pressing my hand to his face. His cheek was warm under my fingers, and his jaw clenched as he awaited my words. “Fuck me, Arvin. I want you.” 

“That’s what I was planning on doin’, darlin’,” Arvin drawled, and his hand went to his cock. He stroked himself a few times until he was fully hard, and, by then, he had a thin sheen on sweat on his upper lip. Maybe it wasn’t our clothes that made me sweat and suffocate; it was hot as the devil in this car. The windows were fogged up against the cool West Virginia night, and I reached up and pushed Arvin’s sweaty curls from his forehead. The moment of tenderness seemed to stop Arvin in his tracks, because his eyes lifted from himself to mine, and he gave me an uncharacteristically-sheepish smile. “Everything alright there?” 

“Oh, I’m more than alright, Arv,” I whispered. “Just lookin’ at you.” The sunset, nearly done, cast orange light into the car, right onto Arvin’s face, and it caught the flush in his cheeks. 

“I…” he started. “I ain’t ever done this before. Never got this far with a girl before.” 

“Me neither,” I said. “I haven’t even been kissed before tonight.” 

“You still want to…” Arvin began. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a tender intimacy that I was surprised to see existed inside of Arvin Russell. 

“I do,” I said. “If it means I get a few extra minutes with you ‘fore you go confront Pastor Teagardin.” 

“That’s not the only reason, is it?” Arvin asked. 

“Of course not,” I told him. “I just don’t…” I paused and struggled for the right words. “Don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t,” Arvin said. “Son of a bitch ain’t even got a gun.”

The reminder of what Arvin had yet to do made me feel sick to my stomach. My Arvin wasn’t a murderer; was he? I felt the sick rise in my throat, and I struggled to open the car door and contort myself to vomit out into the gravel and grass. I felt Arvin take a handful of my loose hair and hold it away from my face, and I gasped as I felt the burning in my nose. “I shouldn’t’ve said that shit,” Arvin whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, love.” 

“So!” A man’s voice called, and I lifted my head to see Pastor Preston Teagardin standing a few yards away from the car, but certainly close enough to know what Arvin and I had been doing. “Couldn’t handle him, could ya, girly? Y’all got a little trigger in the back of y’all’s throats, ya know. Might do you good to remember that.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Arvin barked. His pants rustled as he pulled them back on, and he gave me his shirt to pull on quickly. My hands were shaking nearly too hard for me to dress myself, but I managed to put his shirt on my body. I shut the car door behind me as Arvin opened his, and I shoved the gun into the back of his pants quickly. I hoped that Pastor Teagardin hadn’t seen that. “Don’t you talk ‘bout my Y/N like that.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Pastor Teagardin drawled, his voice dripping sarcasm like honey. ”I thought y’all were the ones fucking at the church!”

“You gotta lotta nerve talkin’ to me like that,” Arvin shouted. His voice bounced around the empty space, sending a chill up my spine. I grabbed my panties and pulled them on as I listened to the confrontation, and, even though I didn’t care too much for God, I made a quick prayer to protect my Arvin. “After what you did to my sister and my wife.” 

Wife. Was he saying that to give himself humility? To add credence to his argument? No matter the reason, even if it was a slip of the tongue, it warmed my stomach and cemented in my mind that Arvin really did love me. 

“What I did--!” Teagardin scoffed. “Your sister got in that state with some boy! She was delusional, got it in her head that I was the daddy and that I would provide! I had nothing to do with that bastard child! And your wife! Your wife? Who, the whore of Coal Creek, tryna fuck you on top of your sister’s grave?” 

Arvin moved as quick as lightning, drawing his gun and focusing it on Teagardin. I saw the pastor flinch away and he shouted, “God damn it, boy! Put the gun down and we can talk ‘bout this like real men!”

Arvin’s thumb pulled back the hammer and I heard the solid click of a bullet entering the chamber. “I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be,” Arvin said, scarily calm. 

“What makes you say that?” Teagardin asked. “‘Cause you’ve got a gun?” 

“Any man can have a gun,” Arvin said. “It’s ‘cause I got the balls to use it.”

The gun went off, and the air froze. The second felt like a vacuum, forever expanding. I saw Arvin jolt away from the gunshot, I saw his arm kick up at the force of the gun, and I saw the back of Pastor Teagardin’s head explode like it had been detonated from inside.

I didn’t even realize that I was screaming. It hurt my throat and rang in my ears but I didn’t register it. It wasn’t until Arvin threw the car door open and kneeled down next to me that I became aware of what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop. Arvin’s face screwed up in anger and he slammed his hand down on the roof of the car hard enough to leave a dent. “God damn it, woman, shut your fucking mouth!” Arvin growled. “Someone’s gonna hear you!”

“Arvin,” I gasped. My entire body was shaking and the sick feeling returned. “Arvin, you--” 

“I know what I did,” Arvin whispered firmly. “I know… Did you see where the bullet shell went?” 

I shook my head quickly, my knees crawling up to press against my chest protectively. “No,” I sniffled. I was crying. “Arvin, we gotta leave here.” 

“I know, love,” Arvin whispered. He sat in front of me for a second more before putting a shaking hand on my knee in a meek act of comfort. “You can go home. You can pretend like none of this ever happened.” 

“How do I…” I began. “I’m never gonna be able to forget that… Looked like pie filling… And I can’t lose you, Arvin. Not-Not after I just got you the way I want you.” 

“You really wanna come with me?” Arvin asked. “Ya sure?” 

“Yes,” I told him. “I’m sure, Arvin. Please, fuck, get in the car, we need to go.” 

Arvin returned to the car and we quietly put all of our clothes back on. Arvin gave me a bundle of floral fabric to wear instead of my pajamas, and I unraveled it to find a young woman’s dress. My heart sank and I looked at Arvin for an explanation, and he mumbled, “S’not Lenora’s. Found it in a box of my momma’s stuff, looked like your size.” 

“You brought a dress along before you knew I’d agree to come with you?” I asked. I slipped off Arvin’s shirt and put the dress on and, when my head emerged, I found Arvin giving me that same tender look from before. “Unless you always knew I’d come with.” 

“That’s the thing ‘bout you, love,” Arvin chuckled lightly. “You’re usually so predictable.” 

As we left, I gave one last look to Pastor Teagardin’s body, laying in the grass and gravel, never knowing what happened to him. He heard the gunshot; maybe he felt the pain of the back of his skull exploding outward. As I watched his body disappear with the distance, I felt like I knew him well. He was a man-- a wicked man, yes-- but he preached it best. It wasn’t worth much to put up a fight against the sins of the flesh. 

I wrapped my hands around Arvin’s free arm as he drove, and I pressed myself into him. Night fell as we drove, leaving our headlights to be the sole light, and it was once I saw a broke-down sign saying that we had entered Ohio that I thought to ask, “Where’re we going?” 

“Knockemstiff, Ohio. I wanna go bury my dog and this gun and start over… With you.”

[slothspaghettiwrites]

The Taste of Love is Sweet

The Taste of Love is Sweet - I Walk The Line

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: smut, lingerie, dom/sub dynmamic, daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, feminization, subspace, aftercare,

Relationships: Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy (vague OC)

Words: 2788

Playlist: I Walk The Line

Summary: A very special Valentine’s Day for Daddy!Lee and Babyboy

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Days lovelies! Enjoy this hot mess. 

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Babyboy is gonna be sick, he’s sure of it. Every part of his body is shaking, he can barely clasp the stupid suspenders to his leg, but he’s gotta get it done. It’s the first sunny morning they’ve had all goddamn year basically. He needs this photo to be good, the morning light was the best because well he’s probably gone through more packs of polaroid sheets than he really wanted to admit trying to get the perfect shot of himself. But this was the first time he was doing them in the outfit. 

Ordering the stockings, and panties, and lace garter from the Sears catalog had been easy. He was supposed to just be ordering some new pants for work and a new winter jacket because Lee was sick and tired of seeing him in that old hunting jacket that was more holes than fabric. And he did order those things. He got exactly what he needed. 

But then he saw the lace and the silk on that delicate lady’s figure. Babyboy couldn’t stop staring at the picture. Even ripped the page out of the thick magazine so he could carry it around in his pocket for a few days. The contrasting black lace and white bows kept sucking him back in. He just needed to know what it felt like on his skin, wanted to feel as soft and delicate as the model woman looked. He carefully wrote down the order numbers for that set, sealed the envelope, and mailed it off. 

The camera flashes and he’s brought back to his bedroom. Babyboy grabs the sheet the silly machine spit out and shakes the film as his stomach calms down some. The black and white image is stark and anonymous. The little scars on his body carefully hidden by lace or bright light. You’d never even guess it was him unless you knew, and Daddy will know because he always does. He slides the picture into the innocent-looking valentine and attaches the heart-shaped lollipop to the envelope with a bit of tape.  

He throws on the rest of his clothes for the day, tucks his new jacket under his arms, and heads out to the truck. Every step he takes feels different. The coarse material of his slacks feels smoother against his nylon covered legs. The material just moves different and he feels different. Like he’s got a good, juicy secret, one that has him blushing if his thoughts linger for too long about the snug pressure on his cock or the way the panties cut across his cheeks.

Babyboy needs to focus, he’s on a mission. He’s still shaking when he rolls up to the sheriff’s station. As his feet race up the salt-covered steps so does his heart when he slides the red envelope into the mail slot. Yup, he is really doing this.

At the diner, it’s business as usual. The bell jingles, he shakes hands with the old foggies, orders his usual breakfast and a glass of milk, all while knowing that Daddy is completely in the dark of what he’s done, what he’s doing. They had plans for the evening, well maybe plans are a little fancier than what is actually going to happen because it’s going to be like any other evening the sheriff spent up at the cabin. Almost. 

Daddy’s eyes are on him, he can feel the side glances, the slight linger in his gaze as he put a piece of bacon to his lips. He really hopes he isn’t being obvious, this was supposed to be a surprise.

“How ya been, son? Ya sleep in for a hot date tonight? I hear the VFW’s gonna have a big ole crowd for the dance.”

“Yeah, me and my two left feet ain’t goin’ to no dance Sheriff. Just gonna cook a nice supper at home and maybe watch some TV.”

He is definitely not off the hook. Lee’s noticed he was in later than normal and that wasn’t going to fly, there would definitely be a talking to about it that evening, Babyboy just hopes his reason is good enough. Someone cracks a joke about him being able to get a TV signal all the way up in the hills and he forces out a laugh. The rest of breakfast goes by easily, they talk about basketball mostly, it’s the same old same old. 

Babyboy is giddy the rest of the day though, can barely focus on the classes he’s supposed to be overseeing, and nearly gets hit in the face during basketball practice after school. He tries to sound stern, but his heads just not in the game. He keeps checking his watch for the time, even ends practice early because he needs to get home, needs out of these clothes so he can just lay down for a moment, and let the calm before the storm seep into his bones. 

Apparently, the calm before the storm was being a bit hazy at work all day and trying to not get hard thinking about Daddy during his lunch break. 

The porch light is on when he eases up the hill to the cabin, the sun setting behind the trees. Lee doesn’t even bother trying to hide the cruiser away from the house and Babyboy hopes that is a good sign and not a sign that he taken things too far or that Daddy is upset with him. Daddy is always very careful with his image, something he’s crafted over nearly a decade of working at the county sheriff’s office. Babyboy knows, has had to help keep that image spotless. 

He cuts the engine and sits, staring at the front door to his house. That sick feeling from this morning starts to come back the longer he stays in the truck avoiding the storm, but he can’t sleep out here. Babyboy grabs his bag and coat before heading up to the door. Even with the freezing temperatures, he can feel the sweat dampening under his arms. He takes a steadying breath before opening the door. 

Lee is sat in the big armchair, flicking through the thick Sear’s catalog on his lap like he’s just sat at home. He doesn’t immediately look up, and it gives Babyboy a chance to look at his daddy. The older man still in his uniform, but the tie is loose and the top buttons undone. He’s got a half-drunk bottle of Pepsi sitting on a table next to the chair. He notes that Daddy’s got a sucker in his mouth, he wonders if it’s the one from his valentine or if he found the bag stashed in the kitchen. Lee commands the space without even trying and it transforms the sickening worms in his stomach into butterflies. Everything about the scene is burned into Babyboy’s mind so he can picture on nights when he gets lonely and desperate. 

“Ya know, I got this book at home. Didn’t think anything of it, until I got my mail at the office this mornin’.”

Daddy doesn’t even look up, just makes a come here motion with his finger. Babyboy can’t read his tone cause of the lollipop in his mouth but follows the direction anyway. 

“I get this suggestive, pretty valentine from a secret admirer. The boys in the office are givin’ me hell for it. Demandin’ to know what pretty girl in town I’m seein’. And I ain’t even opened it yet, Babyboy. It’s just a red envelope with pretty handwritin’ and drawn on hearts. But I ain’t nothin’ if I ain’t a gentleman, ain’t that right Babyboy?” Finally, Lee looks up from the page and narrows his eyes at him. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” he murmurs, heat rising in his cheeks.

He’s standing right there between his legs, the catalog long forgotten and Daddy is so close. He can feel the heat coming off him and he just wants to touch, to be touched, but he can’t tell his daddy’s in a good mood, can’t tell if he’s upset about the picture. 

“That’s right, so I open that little card in my office, and out falls my valentine with a heart lollipop on it. The card is cute, makes me think about a pretty wet set of lips doin’ some blowin’ of their own tonight maybe. And then I see this picture stuck to the back of it.”. Daddy bites down on the sucker in his mouth, Babyboy can’t help his little jump. “I couldn’t believe what I was seein’.”

“Daddy, I-”

Two things happen to shut him up. One, Daddy grabs his hips. Babyboy goes so weak in the knees he’s almost concerned he’s gonna fall over. He knows Daddy can feel the bows decorating his body because his thumbs rub over the fabric and he squeezes real hard. It effectively cuts off his apology with a tiny yelp. Two, Daddy stuffs his half-eaten heart sucker into his mouth. 

“So I got this picture, dirtiest thing I’ve ever been sent in the mail. I’m wonderin’ what woman in town thought she’d just send me this, but then I see this cute little bulge tucked between a set a legs that I could pick outta any lineup.”

Babyboy squeaks and whimpers Daddy’s hands move around to ass, his cock straining against the panties. 

“Well, and I guess I know why you was late to the diner this mornin’ now don’t I Baby? Gettin’ all dressed up to take a naughty photo for me. But then I got to thinkin’, he ain’t wearin’ that still is he? My angel wouldn’t do anythin’ so dirty, he’s a good boy for his Daddy. Wouldn’t just do somethin’ like that and not tell me.”

He can’t breathe. Daddy’s undoing his pants and he can’t breathe. He feels like he’s on fire and he knows he’s gonna burn in hell for what he’s done, but this kinda hellfire is not something he thought he’d ever have to deal with in real life. His pants hit the floor with a heavy thud that echoes around the quiet cabin. He clenches his hand into fists to hide the shaking. 

“Goddamn, Angel.” Lee’s breath cools by the time it rolls over his cock and his gasp stutters out of his body. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

The lollipop in his mouth nothing but a paper stick now. Daddy pushes his shirt up over his waist, but he doesn’t take off the baggie thing. He leans in and starts kissing the exposed skin of his belly around the lacy garter. Babyboy can feel the syrup being poured over his brain as Lee starts loving on him. His breath gets trapped in his body again when Daddy takes one of the bows into his mouth only to snap it against his skin. 

“C’mere.”

He's pulled into Daddy's lap like it's nothing, legs spreading as wide as they can, stuffed between the arms of the chair and thick thighs. The hands on his hips slide down his legs over the nylon stockings and back up. Daddy keeps doing it, staring at his legs and he keeps staring at those big strong hands. Babyboy can feel himself getting worked up just from the touching, but he doesn't care because he can feel Daddy's bulge pushing against him.

"Fuckin' hell."

Daddy's voice is gruff and low and filled with some kinda emotion Babyboy wants to live in forever. 

"What's gotten inta ya Angel Baby? Why ya gettin’ all dressed up for me?"

"I-," he's getting flustered, the attention from Daddy is making him slower than molasses. "I wanna be pretty for you."

The lollipop stick is pulled out of his mouth and replaced with Daddy's tongue. He grabs both of Daddy's big shoulders and finally lets the night wash over him, lets the haze of the day cloud his mind, and lets the beacon that is Lee Bodecker guide him. The clatter of buttons on the old wood floors reminds him he needs to breathe, but Daddy's not letting him get away, brings him back in for another breath-stealing kiss while his rough hands run over his chest and stomach.

"You are my precious angel, Babyboy. Fuckin’ light a my life and prettiest boy on god's green earth."

He punctuates each compliment with kisses and squeezes and all Babyboy can do is whimper. He hates that he loves it when Daddy does this to him. Makes him dumb and sweet and desperate.

"You wanna know what Daddy did with your picture Baby?" Lee's lips bump against his when he speaks, "Your pretty picture got Daddy all worked up at his desk, so he had to take care of himself and I ruined that pretty picture just like you're gonna ruin these pretty panties for me."

Lee pulls him into a deeper kiss that's all tongue and desire. He grinds down into Daddy's lap, enjoys the friction and feeling of the silky material covering his hard cock but he wants more, needs more of Daddy to surround him. 

"Daddy, need ya, please."

"Oh, I betchya do Angel, bet your little dick's been achin’ all day in these panties. Wanna see ya cum in 'em Baby, get 'em all nice an' wet just like I'm gonna get that pussy a yours all nice an' wet."

Babyboy moans, loud and long as fingers slip under the edge of his panties and spread his cheeks. He starts humping against Lee's belly, trying to do what he's been told, while Lee teases him with his fingers and his words. 

"I should make ya wear panties all the time, Babyboy. Keep ya all soft and docile like this. Ya ain't got any bite in ya tonight, just my needy baby."

A dry finger ghosts over his hole. He tries to get Daddy to push it in him, but just as soon as he starts to feel the pressure it moves back to kneading the soft flesh of his ass.

"Daddy's good boy s'what ya are. Been so good for me, Babyboy. Wanna show ya how special ya are to me. Treat ya real sweet and make ya feel good. But first, ya gotta ruin these here panties for me. Can ya do that Baby? Make a mess for Daddy."

It happens embarrassingly quick, between Daddy's voice coating his brain in honey and smooth material of the fabric gliding over his cock, he cums with a soft whimper. It was good, but not fulfilling. He’s not overwhelmed or floaty and he’s still feeling all kinds of needy. 

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

It’s a simple, true statement, but it always pushes Lee to move a bit quicker and be less of a tease. He knows they got all night, Daddy’s not gonna leave till he gets every last drop of his sweetness, but Babyboy wants it all and he wants it now. 

But when Lee dives between his legs when they move things to the bed, well his wants stop mattering so much. Low, muffled moans mix with his whiny pleading for more and Daddy just snaps the straps of his grater on his thigh when he won’t listen and sit still. But he really can’t help himself when there’s a hot tongue lapping at his hole. Babyboy fists his sheets and tries to take steady breaths, but he can’t stop squirming. His dick is hard and sticky and trapped in the ruined panties.  

“Please, Daddy, m’ready, wanna be full.”

That first spit and grease slick thrust is rough, stretching him almost to the point of pain, but it’s exactly what he needs. It’s overwhelming and he feels every ridge and vein of Daddy’s cock burning his insides. He wraps his legs around Lee’s hips to push him deeper and all coherent thought leaves him. It’s just a litany of Daddy, harder, please, yes. The bed shakes underneath him and the grip on his waist will certainly leave the best kind of bruise by morning. 

“Shit, just fuckin’ look at ya, so fuckin’ gone ain’t ya Angel? Huh?” He nods as the older man keeps grunting and speaking at him, not taking his eyes off him. “Fuckin’ love seein’ ya like this. Cryin’ for your daddy’s cock. So fuckin’ perfect, Baby. Love you so goddamn much.”

Babyboy doesn’t remember what happens next really, just knows when he opens his eyes Lee is holding him close, smothering his forehead and cheek with kisses. He starts crying, a rush of emotions and memories coming over him. Daddy holds him tighter, throws one of his big legs over his, and traps him in the warm embrace. 

“Sshh Babyboy, s’alright. Ya were so good for me Angel, sweet as sugar Baby.”

“Did-did ya mean it?” he hiccups, voice all kinds of small and scared. 

“Yeah, Baby, of course, I love you, promise.”

[sunkissedspider]

Mile High | Tom Holland

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pairing: Tom Holland x female!reader

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

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

listen to: something smutty lol

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: i'm so so sorry for taking such a long break, but i'm back now!! :) sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!!

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

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

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

    Just Thomas.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "I love you too, Tommy."

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@ertherealrose​ @peter-tiingle @petertiingz @fallinfortom​ @spideyyeet​ @am3l1a-24​

[tomdiddlyumptious]

A.R| I Swear

summary: you and arvin are outsiders, no joke

warning: SPOILERS, language, and violence THIS DOESNT GO EXACTLY LIKE THE MOVIE

A/n; the movie was good.. 10/10 recommended

“Arvin i hope you arent hurting yourself anymore, i-i cant afford it" you say, cleaning up the scratches on his cheek as he sniffles.

"its the damn preacher, im telling you Y/N. Put some faith in me will ya?" He says harshly, looking at you while you continue to clean him up.

"you cant think like that, hes fishy yeah- but he couldnt be the reason why- lenora-" "dont finish that sentence"

"well what the hell do you want me to say! Im doing this for you and you cant even talk to me! Im fuckin here for you all the damn time-" he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, trying to save you before you say something wrong. You werent quite the swear, and when you argued everything got out of hand, you said to much. You and arvin have been in a off and on relationship only because you were always nosy and wanted to know whats going on.

"Look, i love you and all but if you love me youd let me do this, youd even come with me-" "fine, but if i die i swear ill be haunting you until you die of a panic attack" he chuckled at your words, standing up from lenoras grave and blowing it a kiss before putting the bible down Right next to the stone.

after situating what you both are gonna do you watched his every. Single. Move. For the past week, both you and arvin disgusted by what hes doing, and blood boiling by if he did that to his sister.

you went around the church, your boots in the mud as you peeked in the window, the old preacher with the five year old accent.

"you filthy dirty son of bitch" you whispered to yourself, you seen arvin walk in, nervous about what he should do until he sat down, smiling at his current faze but going back into reality.

"She went down on me- with her mouth and i just let loose (arent his exact words but stick with me here)" you sighed as you sat bored closing your eyes until a bang occurs, you open your eyes wide as you open the window, climbing in you find arvin on the floor looking for the shells.

"You got em?" You ask as you look around at the floor with him. "Shit my boots!" You look back at the trail, taking off your boots and throwing them wherever outside. After arvin collects the bullets you both run.

"did he do it?" You ask him innocently. He looked at you as his eyes started to water slowly.

"he called my sister fucking delusional, fu-fucking delusional" his voice breaks as he falls in your arms on the side walk, you hold on him tightly as he does the same, almost ripping your dress from how tight as he sobs in your chest.

"i cant say i feel you pain arve, but what i can say is that im here for you. At all times- look-look at me hmm" you lift his chin to look at you.

"i will be there" his nose red and so are his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed as his lower lip is tucked in his teeth fighting a sob, he nods as you kiss his forehead, rubbing his back as you start to tear up yourself.

you and arvin have taught lenora things, delt with things together, when lenora was first on her period you help her out, taught her how to wash out accidents, taught her how to bake a cake and some fine chili on saturdays, youd never bring anything on sundays, you never really thought of god that much, because if he was real then why did arvins dad kill himself? Why did his mother die from cancer? Why is lenora gone....

[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.

[arvinsvintage]

Bunny Rabbit

Arvin Russell x Reader

Summary: Arvin becomes a softie when the radio turns on.

WARNINGS: Fluff overload, reminiscing

You and Arvin had been busy all day unpacking boxes in your new house. For your eighteenth birthday, Arvin had surprised you with a cozy little house down by the lake. You two had talked about moving in there for awhile—no one had lived in it for years on account of how run down the shack was, but as a starter home for a new, young couple, it was perfect. Especially because you and him would play in the lake water all summer long ever since you were childhood sweethearts.

As you unpacked some framed pictures from a box, you started to tear up seeing the ones of you and Arvin having fun together. Some of them he was holding you in his arms, looking into your smiling eyes like he had just discovered a new world. Others you were lying down, practically tethered to each other as if your life depended on it. You continued dusting the still memories off, gently placing them on the old spruce wood shelves.

Suddenly you heard the little yellow radio in the kitchen turn on. You loved that old radio. It was the first thing you and Arvin had bought together. It took all of the money you made at the diner and all the money he made doing yard work to pay for the sunshine-colored box, but it was worth it.

You then hear Arvin’s brown leather boots stroll across the creaky wooden floors, wrapping his big, strong arms around your waist. Goodness, how you loved those arms. Those were the arms that held you tight when your heart was broken, the ones that rested on your hips at night to keep you safe. Those were the arms that felt like home.

As Arvin rested his head on your shoulder, his arms still attached to you, he started to sway back and forth... back and forth... back and forth, ever so slowly, like the calm rythmic waves of the ocean.

You turn to face him and recognize the song that is playing: A Thousand Miles Away by Danny and The Juniors. The same song that had played in the diner you went to for your first date.

You were sharing an ice cream sundae when it came on the jukebox.

“Want to dance?” Arvin had asked, reaching his hand our for yours.

You nodded and took his hand, following him to the jukebox.

He danced with you the same way he did on that special night—slowly and intimately.

“I love my life with you, sweetheart” Arvin says.

You reply with a big smile, resting your head on his chest. You felt like you were on top of the world in that moment. Nothing could take this feeling away from you.

As the song went on, Arvin felt you sniffle against him. He lifts your head up and strokes your cheek with his thumb, concern filling his big brown eyes.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?”

“N-nothing, the opposite a-actually. I’m just so lucky to have you.” You throw your arms around him, never wanting to let go.

He chuckles and kisses your head.

“Remember our first date?” He says against your soft hair.

“‘Course, could never forget somethin’ so special.”

“I remember you had just gotten over a cold, and your cute nose wiggled whenever you sniffled. Looked like a lil’ bunny rabbit.” You felt a smile creep up on his lips as he called you by your nickname. Bunny rabbit.

You two continued to dance and reminisce in the little old house.

[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter One.

OC x Lee Bodecker

Warnings: None for now. Just some cursing.

Plot : The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we? 

MINORS DNI !!!!! Eventually this story will get 18+. I dont feel like getting in trouble because of you. Thanks a bunch. 

Evan Rachel Wood ( Across the Universe 2007) 

( personally in my head this is what she would look like but you can interpret her anyway you want!)

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My name is Margaret Lane, well Maggy. 22. Born May 2nd 1947.

The resident bad girl, don't worry, I gave myself that nickname.

I have lived in this tiny, middle of nowhere town my entire life. Same people, same gossip.  There's no escape. No matter how hard I try, something always stops me. I live with my parents and little brother here in Knockemstiff, Ohio. My parents and I have a mutual understanding of “you go to work and come home and then we don't talk”, which is fine with me. My little brother is the only one I can really rely on. He is 17 years old and he is really the only person in my family that I can really talk to. I mean, I have friends but they aren't living in the same house as me. Not yet at least, we are thinking about moving out all together.

High school is where I built my reputation, of course. Used to sneak around with Arvin Russell, which led me to meet Lee Bodecker. Sneaky ass sheriff used to follow my every move, making sure he took every opportunity to bust Arvin and I any chance he got. 

Had nothing better to do than to bust on teenagers who were sneaking out to their parents, what a loser. Along with gaining some parking tickets and speeding tickets along the way, we became acquaintances. Thinking about the future, I was dying to leave this town. Never got the chance to after high school, hopefully I will as soon as i'm done college. 

 I can say whole heartedly that I do NOT enjoy Lee's presence. That man memorized my license plate number. Stops me all the time, for no reason. 

Flashback 

It was a warm saturday evening, about 7pm. I had just got some college work done. Figured it was too nice to just sit inside, right?

 I get up out of my bed and put my school stuff in my bag, walking over to my closet to put on a pretty yellow flowy dress and grab my leather jacket, that'll go nice with the breeze coming in through my window.

I put my hair up in a bun and slip on some keds, something easy ya know? 

I turn off the light in my room and walk into the living room where I see my father asleep on the couch, I walk over to the counter and grab a little piece of paper and write “going out for a drive, be back soon” and put in on the table in front of my father so if he wakes up, he knows where I went. 

I actually have a lot of freedom compared to other girls my age, many girls my age are looking for husbands and/or their parents are trying to set them up with someone. My parents know who I am, I was so against having an actual boyfriend so I just slept around. Obviously, people at church got wind of it but I didn't really care, to me men are there at my disposal. I play the field for my own reasons. 

I grab my keys off the door in the foyer of my little house and head outfront. 

I head down the steps of my house and waltz towards my red little 1964 Ford Mustang. Worked for it all by myself. 

Getting in the car, I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it up. Keeping the cigarettes in my car was my best bet, my father would kill me if he knew I smoked these things. Turning on the car, I throw in a Led Zeppelin cassette, immediately Whole Lotta Love starts playing. What a good song to drive to. 

I put my windows down and start driving down a long road where I know for a fact no one drives this time of night, partly because they are afraid of the sheriff, Lee Bodecker. 

Lee doesn't scare you, never has. 

Blaring music at high volume was what you  were known for in these parts and you could really care less about the time and how loud you had it. Music is a really important part of your self expression. 

Speeding down the road, cigarette in my mouth screaming the lyrics 

You need cooling

Baby I'm not fooling

I'm gonna send ya

Back to schooling

A-way down inside

A-honey you need it

I'm gonna give you my love

I'm gonna give you my love

 I smile and listen to the lyrics, I feel like such a rebel. People in these parts don't listen to this type of music, devil music they call it. They think it has some deep down evil meaning. I just shake it off, they wouldn't know real music if they tried. 

 I could just leave right now if I wanted to. Drive out of town and start fresh, no one would miss me. Except my brother and friends. They are really the only people keeping me in this dead end town. 

The cool breeze enters your hair and you lose your hair tie. Fuck. 

“ Damn It”  You say as you put the cigarette down and try to look to see where it went. It's nowhere in sight. 

“ I have to pull over to get this thing” you think to youtself. It's the only hair tie you own right now.

you light another cigarette and pull my car over to a slightly darker side of the road. You get out of the car and start searching for my hair band, it had to have fallen behind your seat. 

 Of course, you saw familiar blue and red lights pull up right behind me.

“Fuck me” you mutter as you turn around, shut the car door, kick the dirt under your feet and lean up against the car , patiently waiting for Lee to take his good ol time walking to me.

Lee exits his police cruiser wearing the typical uniform with the typical toothpick in his mouth.

You watch him as he slowly strides over towards you and You roll your eyes at him as he eyes you down, prick.

“Well, well, well, Ms. Lane. Fancy to see you here.” Lee says smirking and laying one hand on your car's trunk. You scoff at him.

“ Hands off the car, Bodecker. Thought you'd know better than to touch what's not yours.” You say looking over at him, taking a drag of your cigarette. Lee scoffs and walks over to you, taking the cigarette out of your mouth and crushing it with his shoe. Your jaw drops and you look over at him in disgust as he chuckles at your reaction to his doing.

“Pretty little ladies like you shouldnt be smokin these, could make ya look ugly” He says. 

You can smell the tobacco smell coming off him, the smell of mints sticking to his breath. He is a little closer to you now, you back up and grab your pack of cigarettes out of the cup holder in your car. Bending over, the sheriff gets a nice view of your backside for a split second.  

“Sheriff, I would like to respectfully say I do not give a fuck what a man thinks about how I look smoking a cigarette, I am not here for a mans enjoyment. Also, one more pet name and I'm telling your wife.” you say as you light another cigarette and the sound of Led Zeppelin is lingering in the background, Lee clicks his tongue and looks over at you.

“Ms.Lane, you have quite the mouth on you. Not very ladylike for a woman your age.” Lee takes his hat off and leans against your car. He lights a cigarette and stands there for a minute. You look at him confused and you roll your eyes. 

“Lee, besides bothering me, do you have a purpose being here right now?” You look at him and say while you take a drag of your cigarette. Lee looks over to you and laughs. 

“Well, I just seen a car parked all by itself on the side of the road and I was on duty anyways but then I saw your license plate and figured I'd see why you, little lady, are out all by yourself at this time of night.” Lee says throwing his cigarette on the dirt ground below him. 

You turn to look at him and finish your cigarette, leaning against the car still.

“ I appreciate your concern, Bodecker. I am just out for a drive and pulled over to find my hair tie, it came out while I was driving. Pulled over to look around for it, don't want my hair in my face while I am driving. Also, not a little lady. I am grown.” You say turning away from Lee and finding your hair tie, you turn to Lee while tying your hair up, smirking you say

“ Goodnight Officer,also don't follow me again, yeah?” You say climbing back into your car and you slowly pull away.

Lee stands there watching as you climb back into your car, the smell of your perfume in the air invades his lungs, dumbfounded, he smirks and laughs to himself. 

“Smart girl” Lee says as he smirks and turns to go back to his cruiser.

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You had noticed sometime down the road that there was a car following you with no lights on, you had just assumed it was some random person but with one certain lick of light you saw the sheriff's face in the mirror of your car mirror. Figuring that out, you went a little faster down the road and then you lost your hair tie, you knew what was coming. 

You look in the car mirror to look at Lee. He's already turned his car around and started driving the other way. You werent dumb, you know from the years of Lee catching you sneaking out and drinking and or having boys in your car as a young girl, he knows your moves. It makes you think he patrols these parts so he can catch you doing something dumb one day just to cuff you up and get some control. He never does. 

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 Two people with reputations in this town. 

 How bad can it get?

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Just Do It - A.R. *Angst/Fluff*

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Summary: You're a target. A nerd, sure, but you just want to be loved. With no dad and a prostitute of a mother, bullies are down your throat. Little do you know that there is someone who wants to see you smile... and his name is Arvin.

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Note: I need to write more Arvin stories, so here we are.

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Warnings: sexual harassment, bullying, fluff, aggressive!Arvin, damsel in distress situation, sensitive topics (ruined childhood), lover!Arvin, flustered!Arvin, kissing

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There was no bigger observer than Arvin Russell. Days on end, with nothing better to occupy his time, he'd sit in his beat up car with the busted radio and just watch the world around him play out. He'd watch cars drive by, he'd watch the different couples move in and out of the town's only cafe, and, unfortunately, he'd watch when a victim was about to become a victim in the alley.

That's when you come in. It was never your fault, no, but Arvin seemed to be the only one to know that.

You couldn't help being born into a hell hole. You try your damnedest to make the best out of it all, which sometimes exhausts you more than anything. Perhaps that's why the kids at school targeted you... you acted as if everything was alright.

Arvin hasn't seen your smile in weeks. It must be your drunk of a daddy, stumbling in when he wants a good fucking from your mother before leaving again. It wasn't his business and he hated himself for knowing the things he knew, but he wouldn't wish not to know. It helps him to understand the things no one else does.

Now, here, you walk down the cool concrete with your books in hand, your beautiful white knee-high dress gently flapping behind you in the wind. Arvin sat in his car across from the library and cafe, watching you, trying not to make it obvious just in case you gave his direction a glance. Looking at your content features, you would have guessed everything was okay, and that no one had ever hurt you before. It made Arvin's heart ache.

He took a drag of the stick in this hand, exhaling a long breath after. You were quite the attractive girl, one of the most attractive in town, but with a whore of a mother and a drunk of a father, you gained no popularity from it.

Arvin watched as you entered the library, most likely returning the books from last week that you had borrowed. You loved to read, that much he definitely knew. You'd walk out of the library with books on top of books, an excited gleam in your eyes as you couldn't wait to lock yourself away in your room and get lost in their alternate realities... or as you would call them, great escapes.

Arvin wanted to tell you so many things so fast that your head would spin off, but you were pure. You were happiness, the one thing that could etch a smile on his mug. He didn't want to ruin that, but, if given the chance, he'd spill his guts.

A door chimed off in the distance, making Arvin's eyes focus infront of him. Instead of seeing you, he was met with the ugly mug of Gene Dinwoodie, licking the fresh coffee off his lips. Arvin loathed his existence, just looking at him now made a scowl come onto his thin lips. He hated how they tortured you to no end, making your life even more of a living hell. Whenever they'd corner you, though, Arvin was never around.

Arvin knew Dinwoodie saw you go into the library. He could tell by the way Gene's evil eye focused on the front doors of the building that he was waiting for you to come out, arms full of fresh books to read.

Arvin felt a growl brewing in his stomach, and it wasn't from hunger. Every ounce of his being only ever wanted to keep you safe, and now was his chance. While Arvin was thinking about how to approach the situation, you were walking out of the library, only one book in hand.

Your reaction to seeing Dinwoodie hurt to watch. Your eyes widened, but before you could turn on your heels and bolt in the direction of your house, a strong hand clasped painfully tight around your forearm. Gene chuckled to himself as he pulled you by the elbow into his body, his hands shooting to grab handfulls of your ass. You winced and let out a painful cry, shoving him off you.

"Get OFF me!" You yelled, surprising yourself as he stumbled backwards.

Arvin's eyes went wide as he saw what was going on infront of him. As soon as he realized it was actually happening, he was quick to his feet, slamming his rusty car door closed as he ran in your direction.

Gene striked your face, the slap sending you flying to the ground. Arvin felt the rage boiling inside him as he ran up to Dinwoodie, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and threw him to the dirt.

Gene was certainly confused, but Arvin didn't give him the time of day to get up. Arvin straddled Gene's chest, sending blow after blow to his jaw, the rage of Gene hurting you consuming him. A guttered groan seeped from Gene's lips, alongside the crimson red blood dripping from his nose.

You sat there, jaw dropped as your eyes followed Arvin's every punch. You couldn't help but wince everytime Arvin's knuckles seemed to break and crack a feature if Gene's face.

Arvin let out a heavy huff as he landed his last blow to Gene's bloodied face. The scene was brutal, blood dripping from Gene's nose, lip, and busted cheekbone. Arvin's fist was pretty bruised, his knuckles coated in blood that wasn't his own. His chest was heavy as it seems he had let off the steam he was carrying around.

He was hesitant, but Arvin found himself looking for your eyes. When he found them, his heart wrenched as they were filled with fear and worry, looking between an unconscious Dinwoodie and the man that knocked him out in the first few blows.

"Aye,” Arvin spoke, his voice raspy, "I ain't gonna hurt ya."

"Are ya sure?" You replied sarcastically, yet fear evident in your tone, "Seems like you're pretty good at it."

"I saw him hurtin' ya." Arvin said softly, clearing his throat. He stepped away from Gene's body and took a step towards you, holding out his hand to help you up, "Last time he'll lay a hand on ya again."

You looked between him and his hand hesitantly. You wanted to take it, but you couldn't help feeling cautious. You did just watch him beat the breath of out of your bully... but maybe that's why you should trust him?

You sighed and took his hand, eyes going wide as he quickly hoists you up, making you stumble to your feet.

"Arvin Russell," Arvin said, taking the opportunity to shake your hand, "We went to school together. Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

"I know who ya are. Ya were the kid who beat the shit out of Dinwoodie and his pals for bullyin' yer sister." You responded, squeezing his hand. "Plus I always saw ya in class."

Arvin couldn't help but blush at the recognition. He cleared his throat again, stuffing his hands in his pockets, slightly hissing since his knuckles were now sore. You have him a soft look, debating on what to say.

"Um.. thanks," you said with a polite smile, "... for the help."

"Anythin' for you, darlin'."

You couldn't help but smile and tuck your hair behind your ear smoothly, blushing to your feet. Is Arvin Russell trying to flirt with you?

"I think I should head home now," you say, just about to turn on your feet. Arvin slightly panicked and quickly grabbed your hand, making both your hearts skip a beat as your eyes widened. He finally had you where he wanted you, he didn't want to lose the chance now.

Feeling his rough fingers on yours, you turned around, trying not to smile. You couldn't deny that he was devilishly handsome, and the crush you harbored for him in high school was slowly coming back to you. The guy that you just watched beat the pulp out of Dinwoodie seemed to have a little soft spot for you, and even a blind man could see it.

"Hold on-" he says quickly, "I... don't go. Let me get ya a coffee or somethin'? Please?"

You looked into the chocolate pool orbs of the man infront of you and found yourself giving in somewhat easily. A small smile etched your lips and your body immediately eased, shoulders falling as your legs stopped tensing. Something about him made you feel safer than you've ever felt.

"Alright, we can go get a coffee... but just one."

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"Just one" coffee turned into 2 coffees, 2 milkshakes and a slice of apple pie. You and Arvin spent hours together inside the cafe until you moved your hangout to his car, just talking and chatting up a storm. You found out so many things about Arvin that you hadn't imagined you would. His hobbies, his interests, his likes and his hates, they all made you more and more interested in the man beside you. Arvin was a rough soul with gentle edges and a man of few smiles. You knew all the whispers surrounding his past and you expected those kinds of events to take a toll on a person.

"Is this alright?" He asked you softly, looking in your beautiful eyes as he held your hand. You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips.

"It's perfect." You respond, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

You scooted closer to him, not breaking eye contact. You had no idea where the sudden confidence came from, but Arvin didn't seem to mind.

"Thank ya for layin' Dinwoodie on his ass," you chuckled, not able to tear your eyes away from his. Your faces were only inches apart... you could feel his hot breath and smell of cigarettes fanning against your face. "I honestly don't know what woulda happened if ya didn't show up."

Arvin noticed your close proximity and couldn't say a word. It was as if his throat closed up and he couldn't speak, only sit and admire how beautifully pink your lips were. It was driving him mad to not just grab your face and kiss you with all the passion he could muster, but he never even thought he'd have you this close. 

"No need to thank me, darlin'," he finally responds, smiling shyly. Somehow, Arvin knew you were the only person to break his stone cold shell. "I would do it again in a heartbeat."

Arvin couldn't help how his eyes would flicker between your eyes and your lips. You noticed this and felt your breath hitch in your throat... it was driving you mad. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Just do it."

Arvin blinked, scrunching his eyebrows together as he looked at you with confusion written on his face.

"Do what, darlin'?" He asked carefully, unsure of what you meant.

You scooted even closer now, not even being 2 inches from each others lips. Arvin's eyes widened as his entire body stiffened, feeling you pressed against his side with that big doe look in your eyes just pleading for him to kiss you.

"Oh..." Arvin says in realization, looking into your eyes, a little embarrassed he got caught fascinating about kiss you.

Wait... she said do it?

Registering the words that you said, Arvin was quick to cup your cheeks in his rough hands and smash his lips against yours. He let out a small grunt at the force of it but immediately eased into your lips. They felt like heaven, a beautiful perfection that people only dream about. Your lips moved together so gracefully and molded so well that you'd guess they were made for each other.

Arvin grew a little bolder and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, wanting to feel you. He was addicted to your kiss and intoxicated by your touch... suddenly, you were the only two people in the world.

You both pulled away rather slowly, not wanting to stop what had started. All Arvin could do was blush and smile, avoiding your eyes as he was scared to see rejection in them.

But, instead, you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He looked up and met your eyes, and you were heartbroken to see surprise in his. Did he think he was unlovable?

"I enjoyed that, sweetheart." You smiled to him, showing off your teeth as he smiled too.

"Same here, darlin'," he chuckled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach grow, "Let me take ya out? Dinner, tomorrow night."

With a smile, you grabbed his hands and gave him the happiest eyes you had. This all felt like a dream, but without the waking up when the going gets good.

"You're on, Russell."

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