#arvin russel fic
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Hi can I please request Arvin Russel x Reader, where your “friends” because you kinda are in the “popular” crowd at school, are jealous of her having Arvin. Maybe, they see you and Arvin out together at the move night, in his car making out feeling jealous they chat shit about you! And then the reader finds her friends trying to flirt with him one day but all they get is revenge from the reader. Arvin ofc is one loyal, man he just scoffs telling his mind to them not even holding back! Thank you so much, love your writing it is absolutely beautiful!! Free free to request anything from Tom Holland or his characters such as Arvin Russel and Peter Parker on my Page!! Plus look at my Sweet treat Party, don’t be shy to request!! Also Can we be mutuals? I would love to talk to you 🥰💜
a/n: tysm i had so much fun writing this!!! yes ofc we can be mutuals, message me anytime!
Gold Rush
pairing: arvin russell x reader
synopsis: in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night
warnings: language, slight jealousy, a very loyal arvin
word count: 3.0k
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“Momma’s taking me to get my hair done again tomorrow.” Betty bragged, earning ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhh’ from the small group of girls that sat with her, all except you. You were hardly paying attention to the bratty girl who you hardly considered a close friend of yours. You hung out with the clique at school, participated in most of the conversations, but you weren’t close enough with any of them to see them anywhere else besides during school. In fact, there were many times when you would sit or walk with them, but not be entirely there, this being one of them as you glanced at the boy across the lunch yard from you.
Arvin Russell, to many a quiet boy who made no difference in the course of their life, but to you, he was everything. You two were certainly a pair, nothing official in the eyes of others, but together you shared a connection so strong, you couldn’t imagine any sort of realistic future without him. You kept your relationship on the down low, preferring to meet up in private and only steal quick glances in public when others were around, especially your small girl crew. Even Arvin’s sister Lenora had no idea about you two, though she had her suspicions Arvin was with someone while he was out all evening doing what he played off as ‘studying’ or ‘partner work.’
Your secrecy wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, the complete opposite actually. The girls you hung around were considered quite popular in your small town high school, all stupid rich with the finest clothes and nothing, but the best cuisine for lunch (how they got such fancy food in a rural town was beyond you). From past drama, you also knew them to have a nasty habit of stealing one another’s partners, especially Betty who claimed she was better off alone, but had a different fling every month that she always ended up dumping. Though you weren’t completely sure, you knew that the news of your relationship with Arvin would put you both at risk of breaking up due to pressure and the chance for him to score someone better off than you, financially. Your insecurities had come up in conversation before with the boy you loved so dearly, but even after he had assured you that he would never do such a thing, you took no chances. Arvin was yours and you were forever his.
Your heart fluttered as you saw Arvin turn his head, meeting your stare as he grinned and winked at you. You blushed, hiding your smile by covering your mouth with your hand and subtly waving for him to turn back around in an attempt to get your head back into the conversation. You wouldn’t have succeeded if it weren’t for Ivy, another girl in the group who was seated next to you.
“Whatcha looking at y/n?”
You turned to her, eyes wide as you quickly regained composure and shrugged it off.
“Oh you know me! Always gawking off.” you awkwardly laughed, hoping to play it off. To your dismay, all the girls turned to look where you had been staring, seeing the back of Arvin’s hat covered head as he obeyed your command to turn away, hiding his own grin.
“Hey, isn’t he that Russell boy?” one of the other girls asked, pointing him out. Your stomach dropped as conversation erupted around the boy who had your heart, something you definitely did not mean to happen.
“I hear he’s fucking his sister.”
“Oh don’t be silly Majorie! That boy couldn’t fuck a sock of he tried! He’s a virgin.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m betting you he has a whole six pack hidden under all that denim. Just look at those thighs!”
“You’re right. I bet he fucks better than half the actors in those rom-coms they keep coming out with.”
“None of those people are actually fucking, you idiot. That’s why it’s called acting.”
“Oh right, acting.”
You had heard enough. As if listening to them insult your beloved wasn’t enough to make you rage, the remarks they made about his body almost caused you to erupt. They were no better than the boys who harassed you all, sexualizing him in such a way, but you said nothing as you dusted off your skirt and packed up the rest of your lunch to leave. Betty, the unofficial ring leader, noticed as she perked up.
“Where ya going y/n?”
You smiled at her, hoping to not give away your anger.
“I just need to visit the ladies room before next period. I’ll see y’all later.”
“Do you want someone to go with you?” she offered, likely to send someone else instead of going herself. You shook your head. No way were you taking one of them with you.
“I’m alright thanks. Y’all can stay here and keep chatting, I don’t mind.”
Betty eyed you suspiciously, wondering what exactly you were hiding, but she didn’t voice her suspicions as she waved you off.
“Ok then, see ya.”
You walked back into the building and to your locker, spinning the lock dial to unlock it so you could put your lunch away and grab your books. As you opened the door, a folded piece of blue-lined paper fell from one of the aeration holes, fluttering down as it traveled to the floor, light as a feather. Once your hands were emptied, you bent over to pick it up and unfolded it. There were words written upon it, scribbled out in familiar handwriting that had you smiling at as you read through it.
Movie tonight? -A
You held it against your chest, closest to your heart as butterflies flew through your gut. You felt like flying right out of your shoes. As if it couldn’t get better, a voice sounded from behind you, low and slightly southern accented as the very person who wrote the note called out.
“So, what do ya say?” Arvin asked.
You turned around to find him stalking closer, noticing his hat slightly askew on his head as he neared you.
“I don’t know, that depends. Will there be … popcorn?” You asked, popping the p in a sultry tone and pausing for effect as you crossed your arms.
“Sure will.” he affirmed.
“And what about … soda?”
He leaned against the locker next to yours, inches away as he smirked at you.
“All different kinds.”
You leaned against your open locker door, facing him as you wore your own smirk. You reached out to fix his hat, turning it so that it lay straight in his head as it should.
“But will there be … candy?”
He chuckled, reaching for the hand that you had used to fix his hat and entwining his fingers with yours.
“Why ya tryna be difficult darling? Of course there’d be candy.”
You giggled as he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.
“We’ll in the case, I don’t see why I shouldn’t go.” you agreed, knowing both of you were very well aware that your answer would be yes all along. Arvin beamed at you.
“Great. I’ll pick ya up at 8:00 then and we’ll head over to the drive-in.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Arvin leaned in, looking into your eyes and down at your lips. You didn’t pull away as he planted a kiss on them, pulling away for a second before going back in to kiss you again, really kiss you as his lips met yours. You almost gave in, never having gotten over the indescribable feeling of kissing him, but you knew better than to let him do that in public. You pulled away and scrunched your eyebrows in disapproval, a habit you had that Arvin loved. He thought you were extremely cute.
“Arvin,” you scolded. “Not in public. You know that.”
He shrugged, sliding a hand up to your face to cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.
“I’m sorry darling. Couldn’t help myself. You’re just so goddamn gorgeous.”
You blushed, turning to look at the floor and you pulled from his grasp and turned to walk the other way, the direction of your next class. You hoped he hadn’t seen your cheeks redden, but you knew he had.
“Later.” you called back to him, turning to smile at him as he smirked at you.
“Later then. I’ll pick you up tonight.”
“Don’t be late.” you teased, in a warning tone.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He closed your locker door for you, turning the opposite directions to head to his own class.
As promised, Arvin picked you up on time, even a few minutes early to give you plenty of time to pick out your snacks. You held his hand the whole way there, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand, the car ride silent save for the light radio playing. You didn’t talk, but you were both perfectly happy. Comfortable in each other’s presence and thankful for one another.
Arvin found a nice parking spot near the back of the drive-in, making sure it was still in view of the movie screen and yet out of the way of the projector to avoid being illuminated by it.
After the sun had set and the cool darkness of the new night blew in, the movie began playing and you two watched the beginning. As the night went on, you had eaten through a third of your popcorn and drank most of your soda as Arvin snacked on a some candy, but your snacks were tossed aside halfway through the film as you two got less involved in the movie and more involved in each other, caught up in a heated kiss. You couldn’t exactly recall how it started, who initiated it, any of the details really. All you knew was that he smelled like the cologne you knew him to wear since the day you two met and he tasted like red vines.
Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding you closer to him as he had his own around your waist, supporting you so you could do just that. You felt sparks as your lips moved against one another, slow turning to passionate in mere moments. You felt his tongue against your lower lip, seeking entrance which you denied playfully, grinning against his mouth. Arvin moved one of his hands down and lightly pinched your bum, causing you to gasp in surprise and giving him the opportunity to explore your mouth as he wished. You gave in, pulling on the roots of his hair as payback while simultaneously never wanting the moment to end as you moved your tongue in sync with his. There were no leaders, no one followed the other. It was a bond, simple as that, a bond that you shared and you personally never wanted to break.
As the movie continued on, you found yourself moving more and more onto Arvin’s lap until you were straddling him, your hands tangled in his hair as he fondled with your bum, feeling you all over, anywhere he could reach. Your lungs burned as they longed for air, your breathing heavy as you and Arvin’s lips finally left each other’s. You looked at him through your lashes, you head tilted down as you sat a little higher above him than you would at your usual height, his lap giving you a small boost. He eyed you in front of him, breathing heavily as his left hand moved up your body to cup your face, his thumb tugging at your now puffy and red bottom lip. He leaned in closer, your noses touching as he mumbled against your lips.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
You chuckled, nuzzling your nose against his. It was now that heat would have flushed out your cheeks, but they were already rosy from kissing him.
“No more sweet talk, Russell. Kiss me again.”
“I only said one thing.”
“Mmm, I know, but it was too much.”
You pecked his lips, ready for it to get as intense as it was again until Arvin smirked and pulled away, fake glaring at you after you rejected his compliment. You were the one who cupped his chin this time, smiling at him.
“Hey. You know I’m just joking.”
You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his as he helped adjust you so that you sat comfortably against him, his arms wrapping back around you.
“I love you Arvin Russell.” you confessed.
It wasn’t the first time, you had already said your firsts months ago, but the effect you had on him, especially when you said those words, it never wore off. It was the same for him. Those three little words and he would have you melting, effortlessly, every damn time. Like a weakness, they got you at your most vulnerable. He pecked your lips again, this time with a little more force, his lips lingering on yours for a little longer. He picked up his head to break it, only for a second as he told you sincerely, “I love you, y/n y/l/n.” and before you knew it, his lips were back on your and you started making out again, intertwined and not to be unwound until at least the end of the movie.
School the next day felt long, nothing out of the norm, but you didn’t like it regardless. Not when you could be away from it all in the passenger's side of Arvin’s car as he drove you two to your special picnic spot. But alas, you were stuck with your cliché girl clique, dreaming of a weekend picnic. You had to remember to tell Arvin.
After your morning classes, you walked with one of the girls, Ivy, to your usual lunch spot when you noticed the other girls weren’t sitting down at your table like they normally would be. Instead you were horrified to see them all gathered around a table that was the usual lunch spot of a certain someone. You were stunned as Ivy dragged you towards them, listening as you heard them giggle and flirt with your boyfriend. There was no way they could have known, no way they found out about him so easily.
“I love that hat on you, Arvin.”
“Whatcha eating for lunch Arvin? How’s the taste?”
“Been working loads, Arvin? Doing some heavy lifting? I can tell.”
As you neared you noticed Betty sipping on what appeared to be a drive-in bag of gummy peach rings, eyeing you with a conniving look. That’s when it hit you. They must have seen you together at the drive in, they had to. One little mistake and now the wolves were after your love.
To your surprise, as you joined the crowd, the girls welcomed you with giggles.
“Lovely to see you y/n.”
“Is your lunch as good as your dinner from last night, y/n?”
“Come say hi to Arvin y/n! I’m sure you two know each other.”
You were red in the face, angry as you eyed Arvin who looked at you worriedly and glared at the girls.
“Ladies, I think we should give poor Arvin some space.” you suggested, hoping they’d take the hint and scram. Betty shook her head and placed her candy down on the lunch table.
“But we’ve only just started talking to him. I haven’t even gotten a chance to show him my new cut.”
She crossed a line as she bent down, her elbows squeezing her chest together to make her cleavage more obvious as she gave Arvin a seductive look. Arvin shifted in his seat, uncomfortably.
“So Arvin, how ya like my new hair? I just got it done this morning, missed first period. Go on, you can touch it if you’d like.”
You couldn’t believe it as your eyes watered, close to tears as you almost cried. But luckily, Arvin noted the lack of respect of boundaries as he stood and rolled his eyes. He made his way through the crowd of girls, scoffing as he reached for you and pulled you to him by your shoulder.
“Now, I’ve been tryna be nice and listen to y’all, but I can’t take another word. If this is how you react when you find out a girl that’s supposed to be your friend has a boyfriend, then I don’t want her to be friends with y’all no more. I’ve had it! Ya hear?!” The girls backed away, from you and Arvin as he moved his hand to grip your waist, a subtle message that he was here for you. They all nodded.
“Good. Now me an’ my girl are gonna go enjoy our lunch without all this nonsense. I don’t want to see any of y’all come near her again.” he started to walk off with you, the girls still shocked, but before you left, he turned back to one of the girls.
“And Betty, you best take care of that rat's nest on your head cuz it ain’t doing no one any favors.”
Betty looked appalled as you turned away from her and laughed with your lover, waiting until you were far enough away from the crowd to thank him at what was your new lunch spot.
You should never have doubted him, his loyalty to you. He’d never leave you for money, he’d never leave you for anything. Girls with centuries of financial stability had offered them up to him in your very presence and he never questioned being with you for a second. There was no hesitation as he rejected them. You were his soulmate, his forever partner, his best friend and all you could think as you stared at him is that you couldn’t have asked for a better one to call yours.
“Thanks baby. I think they needed that.” you expressed your gratitude, reaching for Arvin’s hand. He took yours in his and squeezed it briefly, sending his love for you through his touch. “Anything for my girl.”
#arvin russel x you#arvin russel x reader#arvin russel x y/n#arvin russel fic#arvin russel fluff#arvin russell#tom holland x y/n#tom holland x you#tom holland x reader#drive in#making out#car make out#clichè
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ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot
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“I think I’m gonna be sad
I think is today, yeah
The girl that’s driving me mad
Is goin’ away”
pairing: arvin russel x f!reader
summary: there’s nothing holding you in this city.
content warning: 18+, smut right bellow the cut, unprotected sex, angst, bad words, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, movie spoilers.
a.n: first Arvin fic! (rewatching this movie really woke something in me). dark fics aren’t really my thing but Arvin Russel is not exactly a role model of mental health so I think this fits best.
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Arvin’s breath was totally pathless, his dick pumping hard into you while his grip on your waist got stronger every second, like he was trying to get you impossibly close to his body. If someone could see his car from the outside, the weird way it was moving could definitely denounce the activities in the back seat.
"I'm so close, baby. You're taking my cock so well." Arvin says breathlessly on your ears, knowing exactly how to get you worked up. He needs no verbal answer that it had an effect in you when feels you tight around him right after his words. "That's right, honey. Keep going like that. Shit, I love you so much."
"I love you." You kiss him deeply like life depends on it and feel the knot on your stomach getting harder to hold, finally releasing on his dick. Letting your body rest on his.
"Come with me." You say after a long moment of silence, touching the subject you both been avoiding, feeling like the air around you was unbearably heavy holding this question in. You move your body up to get him out of you and sitting by his side, still waiting for an answer, that came after a heavy sigh from the boy.
"You know I can't, baby. Not after Lenora, I can't leave my family, not now that they need me the most." You sigh. He was right, you did know that, it has been like that for months now. You had your mind made that you were leaving, then it came to going say your goodbyes to Arvin, you give it to temptation, you both end up in bed or the back of his car.
You wanted to leave this town, more than anything, this place felt like poison, taking away all your hopes to forget the past and move on with Arvin. Like living here costed all your rights to be happy, or free. What you wished that was different, was the cost that such decision had implied to you. Arvin had people who needed him, he had a family. All you had was him.
Flashbacks come to you, at high school Arvin protected you quite literally with his own damn life. Threatening anyone who dared to touch a finger his girl to loose that very finger, or they ugly damn heads. At the time, you made plans with him to run away together when you grew up. Back then, it would just be another case of kids who ran away to try life on a near town, you’d come back to visit, send letters after settled wherever. It was the perfect plan to live a perfect life.
But perfect things do not exist.
It all started to go to shit (even more) when Teagardin showed up in town. You had a bad feeling about him since the start. Lenora, in her place, she had faith in people, specially if that person was the reverend, dear lord, why would she suspect they meant any harm?
But she should.
The man had the worst of the intentions. Of course, as a figure of respect in the city, who would be crazy enough to question anything that he said or did? But again, they should’ve.
After Arvin lost her, you were fundamental for him not to break down, although you were close to an attack yourself, you knew Arvin would need all support he could get, so you provided him that. You stopped him from crossing the line when he couldn't hold it together, but now, you now selfishly wished you didn’t.
If you had killed the bastard he’d have no choice but to run away with you.
“Let’s do it,” you say to him, hovering over his warm body again “let’s put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and then we get the hell out of here.” you grin at him facing an expression on Arvin’s face that for the first time on years you couldn’t read. “C’mon, Arvin, you almost did it before.”
“Yeah... Almost, but you yourself talked me out of it. What changed?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.
“Everything.” you kiss his jaw and cup his face to stare him deep in the eyes. “If you’re stuck here, honey, so am I. If you say no, that’s fine, I’ll stay here, with you, as much as try my fucking best I can’t go without you.” you fix yourself to sit comfortably on his lap and continue. “But if you say yes,” you start kissing down his neck between words “we get our justice and get the fuck out, just me and you, baby,” you peck his lips “what do you say?”
You can see Arvin put up a fight with himself behind his eyes, trying to still find some moral left on his brain, deep down, he knew the only thing holding him back from doing justice with his own hands was the fear he had of letting you down, now, seeing you like this, Arvin couldn’t find a single crumble of a reason not to, the offer was too inviting.
“I say I’m with you to the end...let’s do this.” You grin proudly at your boyfriend and kiss him with passion, knowing once in for all once your plan was complete you would never step on these cursed grounds ever again.
#the devil all the time#arvin russell x reader#arvin russell fanfiction#arvin russel fanfic#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#arvin russel x you#arvin russel x y/n#arvin russel x reader#arvin russel fic#arvin russel angst#arvin russel#dark fanfiction#dark fic
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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄
Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)
Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!
Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink
Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.
He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.
Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.
No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.
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- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.
Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.
Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.
You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.
Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.
You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.
- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.
God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”
Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.
- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”
The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.
- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.
- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”
Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.
- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.
- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.
You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.
His best girl.
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- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”
- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.
- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.
- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”
Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.
- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.
Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.
Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.
- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.
- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.
Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.
No this is my fault.
If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.
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- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”
Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”
Hard to please.
- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.
The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.
- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.
Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.
Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.
- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.
Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?
- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.
- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.
And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.
You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.
- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.
Be a big girl y/n.
You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.
Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.
- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“
Oh god.
The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.
You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.
- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”
Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.
For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.
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run from me darlin’ | a.r
🩸pairing | arvin russell x f!reader
🔪wc | 1.6k
🩸warning(s) | 18+, smut; dub con, teasing, possessive arvin, cornered against the wall, infidelity, cuckoldry, age gap, reader is a milf (arvin has mommy issues fite me), exhibitionism, dirty talk, dry humping, soft dark arvin, minor lactation kink (ig??), manipulation, praise
🔪summary | a thot sparked by this ask, aka the fic where arvin has mommy issues and has a massive crush on his boss’ wife.
🩸notes | @darksideofthecocoamoon your fault your fault your fault 💀 do not ask me how i got here do not look at me idk man also don’t @ me i lived in bowling green for a few years and it was my worst nightmare
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On the run after shooting Bodecker and fleeing Knockemstiff, Arvin finds himself in Bowling Green, Ohio. It’s nothing but flat fields and corn as far as the eye can see.
The town’s small but not too small, with the added bonus of the local university being a great cover story. All he has to say is he’s a student, and any probing questions resolve themselves.
Before long he sets himself up as a part-time laborer on a dairy farm while working towards his ‘degree.’ The thing is… the farmer has the prettiest little wife he’s ever seen. Always greets him with soft hands, tender eyes and a honey-sweet smile. How could he not want you all to himself?
It’s also clear there’s no love lost between your husband and you, the air always rippling with tension. A marriage that’s over before either party’s realized it.
Maybe it’s the baby, maybe it’s the farm, maybe it’s just two people who were never right for each other in the first place. Regardless of the reason, Arvin knows you’re not being treated the way you deserve.
But it’s gonna be alright because he’s here. You won’t have to cry yourself to sleep anymore. He’s more than willing to give you everything a woman wants - ready to cherish every inch of you he can.
And once the both of you are ready to move on, he’ll find a nice place to settle down and start a family of your own.
The only hiccup is that he has to convince you of how good it’ll be first. Change is scary but he’s patient. You’ll see it was all for the best in the end. There’s no need to cling to your old life when he’s offering something so much better.
Which is how you find yourself ambushed in the middle of the night by your deceptively sweet farmhand. He seemed like such a charmer, albeit sullen. Now he’s been here for months and refuses to leave you be. Always chasing after you with boundless passion and heady desire.
You’ve learned that once he gets his hands on you, there’s no getting free until he’s satisfied.
“Mm, yeah, that’s it, darlin’. Been wantin’ to do this all afternoon. Fuck - ya looked so pretty in that sundress.”
Teeth sink into the meat of your thumb, blood bursting iron sharp across your tastebuds. You whimper, muffled and needy as your back arches, your shoulder blades grinding into the oceanic wallpaper your husband helped pick out when you moved into the farmhouse.
Arvin presses you into the wall so hard it’s difficult to catch a breath, his chest a firm line of heat against your front. Weak hands shove at his broad shoulders but he doesn’t even flinch, his frame solid and unyielding.
“Always smell so good for me.” He looms over you, his head tucked into the curve of your throat as his teeth work at the flutter of your pulse. “My pretty, pretty baby.”
“Arvin, I said no marks…” Your hips jerk against his, a flush of shame heating your belly when you feel how wet your pussy is against his thigh. “I’m running out of makeup. Won’t be able to hide them.”
“Good.”
His words are a rumbled growl in your ear, his breath puffing over the sensitive shell. His hands capture the curves of your waist when you try to squirm away, steel bands that shackle you in place.
“Let ‘im see, let ‘im know his pretty little wife’s pussy belongs to me.”
A flare of heat kindles to life low in your belly, liquid desire settling between your thighs. You hate how much his words get to you, how desperate you get for his touch. He never takes no for an answer, just bulldozes right on in as he pleases.
The initiative shouldn’t be as flattering as you find it. But between juggling your baby, your husband, and the farm, your needs have fallen by the wayside. You can’t even remember the last time your husband touched you willingly.
“Arvin, please, I…”
If it’s a plea to stop or a plea to keep pushing you to your limits, you don’t know. This persistent young man has seen fit to invade every aspect of your life in such a short amount of time. You’re not sure you recognize the person you’re becoming under him.
A kneecap grinds into your aching clit.
“Arv-hhn…” you pant, burying your head in his shoulder. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft against your lips. “Can’t - can’t…”
“Shh,” he says, rocking up into the cradle of your thighs, his voice a low croon that hooks behind your navel and tugs. “Ya can, I know ya can, darlin’. Doin’ so good for me.”
The tidal wave of pleasure crashes through you, ebbing flows that tease at your nerve endings until you’re sobbing in his arms. Muffled sounds ring out through the empty hall, shattering the midnight silence. Your legs tremble with the effort of holding your weight, your hips flexing with aborted thrusts.
He plasters your bodies together from hip to sternum, the momentum of his teasing grinds never faltering. So firm and warm and right where you want it…
“Better be quiet if you’re so worried,” Arvin says.“They’ll hear ya and then what’ll ya do? Your precious husband’ll see his slut of a wife hanging off another man’s cock.”
You swallow, the filthy works sparking a shiver of delight. You clench, a rush of slick wetting the seat of your panties. And that’s perhaps the worst thing about all of this - how much your body craves his touch.
Ashamed, your eyes slam closed but not before you catch Arvin’s gaze, his eyes half-lidded and impossibly dark with hunger.
“Oh, is that what you’ve been hidin’ from me, darlin’?”
He breathes, his long fingers reaching up to caress the soft swell of your breast. He drops kisses along the curve of your jaw with a pleased little hum, and circles the peak of your nipple through the thin camisole.
“Ya want ‘im to see, ya want ‘im to know how wet ya get for me - don’t ya?”
Your answer sounds in the form of a moan.
He smirks, a devilish curve to his lips, “Mm, why don’t we show ‘im then?”
Your eyes snap open, immediately desperate for an altogether different reason. Your stomach drops at the look of utter satisfaction on Arvin’s face. Before you can beg and plead, two fingers wrap around your nipple and squeeze hard. Try as you might, you can’t bite back the utterly wrecked noise that claws its way out of your throat, echoing loud.
Wetness trickles from your breast, dribbles down your skin and sticks your sleep shirt to you. The colour of your areola peeks through the milk-soaked fabric. But you don’t have time to worry about leaking through another shirt because there’s no way your husband didn’t hear that. You’re in the hall right outside the master bedroom.
The bed creaks. “You all right out there?” your husband calls.
“Arvin, get out of here.” He doesn’t budge. You smack his chest with a hollow thump. “Damnit, Arvin, go!”
Another rough tug of his fingers, and you’re weak-kneed. Fuzzy-headed. More milk dribbles from your tender nipple. You hiss at the overstimulation, little sparks of pain in the pleasure.
Devil black, and delicious.
About to cry, you can’t help jerking over his thigh one last time just to feel the drag of your slick folds. And then you’re trying to squirm out of his ironclad hold. You both know it’s in vain - if he doesn’t want you to go anywhere, you won’t - but you put up a fight all the same.
“Please, go.”
His breath stutters from him, his eyes burning into yours as he sucks off the milk clinging to his fingertips. You always look the prettiest to him when you cry, your eyes glassy and desperate for something only he can give you. He grinds close so he can feel every inch of your softness.
“Just as sweet as always.”
“Arvin,” you say with a shake of your head. “He can’t see you.”
“I will this time,” his eyes are shards of flint when he holds your gaze, his mouth a set line of tension, “But ya can’t run from me. I’m gettin’ real tired of hidin’ an’ of sharin’. You’re mine, he just doesn’t know it yet.”
Before any more can be said, the pressure of Arvin’s body against yours disappears in a great rush of air. You shiver, reaching up to fix your strap just as the door to the bedroom swings open and your husband pokes his head out. He calls your name, his eyes squinting through the dark.
“Woman, the hell you doin’ out here?”
“Nothing, just,” you start, off-kilter, “just getting something to drink.”
You’ve never been more thankful you married a man with poor eyesight. If he saw the evidence of your indiscretion… your trembling thighs, the dampened crotch of your shorts, nipples peeking through the ruined tank top… there’d be no saving it.
“Ya sure? Thought I heard a yelp.”
The words taste like ash when you smile and say, “Mhm… kicked that side table again.”
His chuckle sounds, the shape of his body turning back into the room. “Maybe we should get a damn nightlight for the hall then.” He turns back to look at you. “Ya comin’?”
“Y-Yeah, be there in a minute, sweetie.” You don’t hear his response, too focused on the phantom hands gliding along your thighs, cupping your cunt and playing with your dripping folds. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Smoke and faded cologne tease your senses, moist lips skimming the side of your face as Arvin whispers a promise into your skin, “See ya tomorrow, darlin’.”
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Can you please write a blurb for Arvin with the prints 52 and 84? Also can it be fluff please? Thank you!!!!
It has been a while since I've written for Arvin! Glad to be getting back to him, hope you enjoy love! As always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also I’m sorry for the late night post, I love you guys xx
Babies and Rivers
52 - “Help me, my leg is asleep.”
84 - "Why are you sticky?"
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Arvin and you head to the river to relax after a long day
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Arvin watched as you paced down the driveway towards his car, it was obvious already that you were exhausted. You were slouched over, your hair, which had been down when he dropped you off, was now tied in a messy ponytail. Arvin leaned over to open the door for you as you approached the car.
“Hey sunshine,” he smiled, “Why the sour face?”
You shot him the dirtiest look he’d ever seen as you climbed into the passenger seat, “We are never, ever having kids.”
He laughed, “That bad?”
You nodded, “You have no idea. They were acting crazy all day, Jonathan started screaming if I put him down for even a second, and I couldn’t get Henry to sit down for anything. I mean even during lunch he kept getting up and running around.”
“I’m sorry darlin’,” he frowned and kissed the back of your hand, “Why don’t we skip the river today? We can just head back to mine or yours so you can rest for a while.”
“No, no, I still wanna go,” you insisted, “I’m sure you already packed food up and everything…”
“I did, but we still don’t have to go.”
“I want to, I’m sure I’ll feel better after I eat and sit down for a while,” you scooted into the middle seat of his truck and kissed his cheek.
“Alright,” he grinned, “But let me know if you change your mind.”
“Yay,” you cheered, snuggling into his side as he pulled onto the road.
Arvin set his hand on your leg but almost instantly retracted it, his face contorting to disgust, “Why are you sticky?”
“Oh god,” you groaned and looked down at your legs, they looked fine but when you touched them they were sticky, “I let the boys have some popsicles, I thought I got it all off of me,” you cringed as you poked your leg, “That’s disgusting.”
Arvin started to laugh, “Don’t worry, you can rinse off in the river.”
You sighed and leaned back against the car seat, “You better have packed some good food.”
“Don’t worry, I made us some sandwiches, and I went to that bakery downtown and got some of those little cakes you like,” he reached over for you again, running the back of his fingers down your cheek, “You could close your eyes for a minute pretty girl.”
“I’m okay,” you assured, turning lazily towards him, “You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”
“I try my best,” he lifted his arm, giving you room to snuggle up underneath it, “Now come here, sticky or not, I like having you close.”
“Aw,” you cooed as he wrapped his arm around you.
You turned your attention to the road ahead of you. The town started to fade away, being replaced with dense trees and only the occasional home as you krept closer and closer to the river. Arvin was driving out further than he usually he did, wanting to make sure that you two wouldn’t run into anyone while you were out. It was a special day, he wanted to keep it just the two of you.
“Here we are,” he grinned as he pulled into a small dirt parking lot. A large sign advertised some kind of hiking trail, “Looks like it’s just us.”
“Yay,” you grinned.
Arvin passed you the picnic blanket as he climbed out of the car. He took the basket of food and your hand and led you down a thin dirt trail. It was hot, and you were tired, but Arvin promised you it wasn’t a far walk. He half jokingly offered you a piggyback ride, but you had a little too much pride to accept it.
“Here we are,” he grinned as you two stumbled into a small alcove.
The river bank was all rock and grass, it was much more serene than the dirt banks closer to your home. You spread the blanket out on the grass and happily fell down on top of it. You kicked off your shoes and spread your arms out over the blanket. Arvin laughed and set the basket down beside you. You watched with a smile as he lifted his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks.
“I would whistle if I wasn’t so tired,” you grinned up at him.
He smiled and tossed his shirt at your face, “There, you can have a souvenir.”
You rolled your eyes and pushed his shirt off you, “Come on, I already have a million of those.”
“Cause you’re a thief,” he pinched your chin and opened up the basket, “You still hungry sweetheart?”
“I’m starved,” you rubbed your grumbling stomach with a smile, “Sandwiches right?”
He nodded and set a paper plate in your lap, “Yeah, I put a lot of hard work into them so you better enjoy.”
Your eyes widened excitedly as he presented the sandwich to you, “Don’t worry, I plan on it.”
The sandwich tasted divine after the long day you’d had. You were eternally grateful that you had a boyfriend who didn’t mind sitting quietly while you ate. Arvin was always happy just to be near you, and he didn’t mind at all if you wanted to sit in silence after a long day. He would just sit beside you and peck at his food, watching you watch the river.
“This is nice,” you hummed, “The river’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” Arvin pecked your cheek.
You flushed and turned to him, “You don’t have to be so sweet all the time Arvin.”
“Well sure I do, it’s what you deserve,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, “How’s the sandwich?”
“Amazing,” you groaned before shoving the last bite into your mouth.
“Save room for dessert,” he laughed, “You really were starving huh?”
You nodded, “You have no idea, I had no time to eat while I was chasing the kids, I thought I was about to wither away.”
“My poor girl,” he flashed a pout, “You know when we have kids I’m sure they’ll be much sweeter to you than the boys are. They’ll save all the screaming and running around for me.”
“The boys are sweet Arvin, they’re just kids,” you cracked a small smile, “And I’m sure our kids will terrorize us equally.”
“Well probably, but I was trying to make you feel better,” he chuckled and peeked into the basket beside him, “You want your cake now sweetheart?”
You hummed and nodded, “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Great, just one thing first,” his cheeks dusted pink, “I know you said you didn’t want to do gifts but I couldn’t help myself…”
“Arvin,” you scolded.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he waved his hand at you and reached into the basket, pulling out a small black, velvet box, “It’s small, don’t worry.”
You tried to fight your smile as he placed the box in your lap, “Now I feel bad, I should have got you something.”
“I don’t need anything sweetheart, I just like seeing you happy,” he kissed your cheek, “Go ahead and open it.”
“I am, have some patience,” you giggled and pulled the box open.
Inside was a simple silver chain with a small heart charm hanging off of it. The charm had been delicately carved with both of your initials. It was absolutely gorgeous, your mouth fell open in disbelief.
“You like it?” he questioned.
You quickly nodded, “I love it Arvin, this is so beautiful.”
He let out a relieved breath, “Thank goodness. You have no clue how nervous I was.”
“I love it,” you repeated, pulling him in for a quick kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he set both his hands over yours, “Can I help you put it on?”
“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly.
Arvin crawled behind you and swept your hair to the side. He took the necklace from the box and wrapped it around your neck. He carefully clasped it behind you and pressed his lips to your neck.
“There,” he pulled away with a content hum, “I think it looks pretty, silver looks good on you.”
You nodded in agreement, “It’s perfect.”
“I’m glad you like it,” he ran his hand over your collar with a smile, “Happy anniversary sweetheart.”
“Happy anniversary,” you cooed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”
“A few times,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek and started trailing kisses up your jaw, “How about we head in the water? It’s hot out here.”
“You can head in, I think I’m gonna lay down for a minute,” you patted his chest and flattened out the blanket, “Just a minute though, don’t let me fall asleep.”
“Why are you laying down if you don’t wanna fall asleep?” he laughed.
“I just wanna rest a minute,” you laid your head in his lap, “You can get in if you want.”
“No, no, I’ll stay here,” he ran his hand through your hair, “You rest.”
Your eyes fell heavy as you watched the river in front of you. The soothing sound of the water and Arvin’s hand in your hair were urging you to sleep, but you were determined to stay awake. You wanted to enjoy the river and actually get in the water for a while, you could sleep later, when you were curled up in bed with your boyfriend.
“You still wanna stay awake pretty girl?” Arvin cooed, noticing you starting to drift off in his lap.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I’m gonna get up and we’re gonna go swim.”
He smiled to himself, “Why don’t you get up then?”
“I will, I will,” you promised, “It’s only been a minute.”
“No,” he peaked at his watch, “It’s been almost an hour.”
You looked up at him, “No it hasn’t.”
“Yes, it has,” he chuckled, “You keep drifting off and waking up. You know we can always go home if you’re that tired, the river will still be here tomorrow.”
“I want to swim,” you insisted, slowly pushing yourself off his lap, “I gotta get my dress off.”
Arvin’s lips tugged to a smirked as you attempted to reach back and unzip your dress, “Let me help,” he gently tugged your zipper down to free you from the dress, “There you go.”
“Thank you,” you pulled the dress up and over your head and folded it up in your lap.
Arvin stood, taking just a moment to admire you in your swimsuit, “You coming?”
You yawned and nodded, “Yeah, just a sec.”
“I told you, we can always go home,” he offered again.
“I’m coming,” you tried to push yourself up, only for you to fall back down. Your left leg, which you’d been laying on top of, was totally numb, “Ouch,” you grunted as you fell back down.
Arvin started laughing, “Forget how to stand sweetheart?”
“No,” you groaned, “Help me, my leg is asleep,” you extended your arms towards him, expecting him to help you stand back up.
“Poor girl,” he clicked his tongue and bent down in front of you, “Let me help.”
He hoisted you into the air suddenly, pulling you in close to his chest as he stood. You squealed and clung to his neck, “Arvin put me down!” you demanded through a fit of giggles.
“You asked for help, I’m helping,” he laughed in response as he approached the water.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” you continued giggling as he entered the water.
“The water feels nice,” he dipped you down so your feet grazed the water.
You shivered at the sensation and stretched to try and dip your legs the rest of the way in, “Come on, let me get in.”
“Oh you mean put you down?” Arvin cocked his head, pretending not to know what you wanted as he waded deeper.
“Yes dork, so I can swim.”
“Ah,” he hummed, “I could do that, but I sort of like having you close,” he kissed your cheek, “You know you might be able to convince me to let you go though.”
“And how would I do that?” you smiled as he pulled you into the water with him, “A kiss maybe?”
“A kiss might do it,” he nodded.
“Okay,” you cupped his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheeks before you pressed his lips to his.
He smiled into the kiss, gently squeezing your body against his. His grip on you loosened and he let you slip out of his arms. Slowly you pulled away, looking up at him with a big smile. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your forehead.
“You know you’re too cute for your own good sunshine,” he purred.
“Well you’re too handsome for your own good,” you hummed in response.
“As long as I’m handsome enough for you to stick around that’s all I care about,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “You better start swimming if that’s what you wanna do sweetheart, otherwise I’m gonna start kissing you again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you took his hand and leaned back into the water, “I think we’ve got time for both.”
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happy 7k val! could you write a little something about arvin never really initiating any physical touch with the reader bc he’s worried she’s scared of him or thinks he’d hurt her (bc he’s always being told he’s violent) so it’s kinda angsty but reader assures him she trusts him and want him to touch her </3
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warnings: a tiny bit of angst
a/n: thank you! i missed writing for arvin hehe i hope you like <3 and sorry for the wait besties i’m gonna work on a bunch of the requests this weekend i promise
it’s date night, and you and arvin are at a drive-in movie. you’re sipping a soda, sitting with your feet up on the dashboard. arvin loves you so much that he doesn’t even mind. you watch the screen in front of you, engaged in the movie. arvin is having trouble staying focused. he’s been stealing glances at you the whole movie, inching closer and reaching out to touch you, but something always stops him.
you offer arvin your soda. he smiles.
“thanks, darlin’.”
“course, arv.”
arvin takes the cup and drinks. you scoot towards him, returning his smile. it’s the perfect opportunity for him to make a move. but instead, he hands you back your soda and shifts his attention to the movie. your smile fades to a frown. you put down the soda and lower the radio that’s playing the movie audio.
“what’d you do that for? it was just gettin’ good!”
“why won’t you touch me?”
arvin doesn’t answer.
“i know you want to. i keep seeing you about to, and then you just don’t. ‘s not just tonight either. you do it all the time.”
arvin turns and faces forward, gaze downcast. his throat tightens as he swallows thickly.
“i’m scared.”
“scared of what?”
“that i’ll hurt you. sometimes i don’t know my own strength. y’know i’m always gettin’ into fights, and folks are scared of me.”
he looks up at you.
“don’t want you to be scared of me, too.”
your hand finds arvin’s, fingers lacing together. his expression is a mix of nerves and excitement.
“i could never be scared of you, arvin. i like that you’re strong and all. makes me feel safe. you make me feel safe.”
those words are the biggest relief to hear. there’s been a constant battle in arvin’s mind, whether or not to touch you, or if you want him to, and the war has finally ended.
“thank you. i love you.”
“i love you, too.”
“alright if i kiss you?”
“more than.”
with that, arvin captures your lips in a sweet kiss. you smile into it, savor it. it’s rare the two of you share kisses.
you cuddle into arvin’s side. this time, he doesn’t shy away from you.
“what is it boys do when they take a girl to the movies? the arm thing?”
“you mean this?”
you put arvin’s arm around your shoulders. he settles his hand on your shoulder, fingers running up and down. you lay your head on his arm. he sighs contentedly.
“yeah, this.”
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Yandere Arvin Russell (4/5)
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“Why ain’t we just drivin’ near the church?” I inquired curiously, squeezing my skirt as I stared out at the passing forest scenery.
The preacher chuckled from beside me. “I know the town. And I know where the Lord’s spirit is strongest. Won't take that log at all,” he reassured.
I nodded, biting my lip. I fiddled with the seatbelt slightly, eyes glued to the road. Silence fell over us again as he turned left, descending down a dirt offspring. The gravel and rocks crunched underneath the tires, clanking against the metal. The surround forest was beautiful with how the light cascaded across the viridescent grass; I would have to show Arvin sometime.
I could tell that we had driven a few miles in. My ears popped from heightened elevation, but the priest was finally starting to slow. We came up to a crevice, and he parked the car between two rock walls. The area was covered in shade, and we were completely disconnected from the outside world, unless if we were to back out in the car.
“Ain’t there somewhere with a better view?” I questioned, peering over my shoulder.
The priest chuckled. “The Lord is everywhere, even in the darkness.” I drew my attention back to him, eyeing him curiously. “Now,” he clasped his hands together, "pray with me, child.”
Faithfully, I followed suit. I clasped my hands together and shut my eyes. I sighed as the words of praise and love for the Lord flooded my mind. It was that of a honeymoon phase, just like the love I harbored for my Arvin.
Dear Lord, please cleanse me of those wicked boys who touched me. I was a victim and do not deserve to be wracked with the devil’s touch.
I jolted back into reality as something drifted over my leg. I turned to the priest, bewildered, warily glancing between him and his hand, which was gripping at my thigh. He was staring at me so adamantly and seriously, but I felt uncomfortable.
“Is… is everything alright?”
“My child, the Lord has told me what needs to be done. I have seen visions of his miracle works and I know how to save you.”
I bit my lip, shivers running down my siren as he leaned closer. I pressed my back into the cushioned truck my heart racing within my bosom. I gulped down my anxiety as he stared with prying eyes. I grabbed at his hand when it attempted to progress further up my thigh.
“Do you trust me, my child?”
Sometime within my gut was telling me to say no; but he was a priest and he had never been wrong before. I slowly nodded, a prayer rousing in my chest. I clasped my hands together once more, my mouth going dry. I could feel the priest’s body growing closer, the warmth radiating off me. And yet, my body had never felt colder.
His hand encompassed each side of my waist, gliding up closer. The intimacy was odd; I had only been so close to my lover. I wasn’t able to focus on my prayers because of how close he was. I was scared.
“Pray harder,” the priest huskily instructed.
I felt his breath ghost over my cheek. As though recognizing the wrongness in what he was doing, I began to tremble from the touch. A silent scream bubbled in my throat, and yet, I was paralyzed as he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.
When he pulled away, I finally mustered the courage to open my eyes and push at his close chest, which was almost pressing to mine. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, but I could tell there was something sinister in them. But.. he was a man of God. Truly, he was not deceiving me.
“I… cannot, sir. I have a lover. Bein’ unfaithful in any way is far worse than bein’ wracked with the devil.”
His brows furrowed and he pulled away, but only slightly. His fingers ghosted up to my shoulders. “…My child. It is not unfaithful to be touched by the Lord.”
I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s just ain’t right,” I pleaded. “Ain’t there another way to cleanse the devil from me.”
“No. The devil is in you. So the Lord needs to be, too, in order to cleanse your spirit completely” he insisted, gripping my shoulders tightly.
Panic consumed me. I pushed at his chest, but he pressed my further against the cushions. He seemed angry by my defiance. “The devil has possessed you,” he shakily fumed. “And it is my job as a man of the Lord to cleanse your spirit whether you like it or not.”
His hands suddenly grabbed my throat. I attempted to scream, but I was silenced by his two hands squeezing my lungs. He straddled me while I flailed beneath him. I grabbed at his hands, tears springing to his eyes. But he was much, much stronger than me, and was able to force me to lie down against the cushions.
Even when I was trapped against it, and quickly being drained of my energy, he still squeezed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this how I… how I died?
The light was fading from my view. My body felt limp, and I was only vaguely aware of his hands palming at inappropriate places. But I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everything around me had grown dark, so I could do nothing but accept my fate.
~~~
Oh, how I was wracked in shame as I gripped the sides of the toilet and released my stomach into it. Vomit splashed against the side and the small bathroom echoed with my retching. Tears were sliding down my cheeks and I was trying my best to get rid of my pain as quickly as possible.
Ever since that day, life had gone downhill. I was becoming more and more sick, and my worst fears were confirmed when I picked up a small pregnancy test from the local gas station and tested positive. And oh, was I ashamed. I couldn’t bare to go to school or church or even leave my bedroom. I didn’t want to see Arvin.
I was terrified that he would be heartbroken and leave me. Not that I would blame him. I was sure I was possessed by the devil more than ever now, but I felt like it wasn’t my fault.
I finally finished vomiting, using some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before tossing it in. I shakily rose to my feet and hovered over the sink. I washed my face, unable to meet my own gaze in the mirror. I felt like a victim and yet, at the same time, I felt so guilty.
I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway. My mother ducked into her room once more after sending me an accusing glare. Did she know? Was she just itching to label me a whore like that damned priest did?
I gulped dryly before making my way back to my room, hands subconsciously rubbing my stomach. At least there wasn’t a bump yet.
I was about to enter my room, but there was a knock at the front door. Arvin. He’d dropped by every damn day and my mother did me the slightest favor of telling him I wasn’t around. She didn’t care enough to question my absence with every event, but she cared about being left alone by a ‘pesky’ teenager. I felt bad for dodging him especially, worried he’d think I didn’t love him.
Because I did. But he didn’t deserve to put up with me when I was touched by the real devil.
I hovered in the doorway. My mother scoffed and darted past, clearly pestered by the incessant banging. I heard Arvin’s muffled voice calling for someone to answer.
I gripped my door handle, watching with glassy eyes. I opened it quietly and stepped in, shutting the door almost completely. However, I stared through the crack, watching as my mother peeled open the front door.
“Mr. Russell, now, I’ve told you to stop comin’ by,” my mother sneered, preventing him from enter by blocking the doorway.
“Ms. L/n, I’m not here to see you. I’m just tryin’ ta find Y/n —" he insisted, trying to push in by shoving at her arm.
Tears sprung to my eyes for some reason. It had been the first time I’d seen him in weeks,, and I couldn’t take it. I closed to door as quietly as possible, sending the boy one last glance. I could still hear my mother aggressively shooing him away and Arvin matching that aggression, but it quickly died off.
I went over to my bed, my stomach churning. I laid down and curled into a ball, holding my legs to my chest. A few quiet sniffles escaped, and I often had to wipe my nose. The silence inside the room was deafening.
As ill as I felt, I couldn’t take it. I’d been trapped inside all day, and although I couldn’t run and jump and play, at least I could go on a walk to clear my mind. And as miserable as I was… I’d heard that being depressed affected the baby, and I couldn’t have that.
But I couldn’t go out the front door. Arvin could still be around, since I hadn’t heard his engine start up. I lifted myself from my bed and went over to my window. I slid it open, and it squeaked with age, causing me to cringe. I took a step stool so that I could exit the window with ease instead of frivolously tossing myself over. My bare feet came into contact with the dirt, and a sense of comfort flooded my system.
I peeked around the corner of the house to the front. Indeed, Arvin was there, leaning against the side of his car while taking a swig of his cigar. A silent call rose to my throat, but I bit it back, feeling ashamed of myself.
I turned tail and began walking to the back. The moment I was surrounded by trees, some of the anxiety from being pregnant slid down my back like an ice cube. I kept walked, listening keenly to every chirp and rustle of leaves. It was like mother nature was walking with me.
I huffed, cupping my belly. I lifted my shirt just enough so that my bare fingers ghosted over the expanding flesh. My feet eventually slowed, and I approached a mossy patch which covered a smooth, stone surface. A sob surfaced to my throat as I sat down, my emotions overflowing. I felt so, terribly alone. And I knew that it wasn’t, but I believed it was my own fault.
I hid my face in my hands, letting loose completely. My cries echoed in the wilderness. Even though the forest and sun enveloped me in a warm, glowing hug, I was stumped. I was not stupid. If my mother found out, she would kick me out of the house. If Arvin found out, he would hate me for letting it happen. How could I raise a child alone?
My entire body was trembling with agony. I was spiteful. Not just toward that damned priest, but the Lord himself. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t let such an evil man be a spokesperson. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t have given me a lifetime of suffering. If the Lord existed —
Two arms gripped my shoulders. I shot up, a croaking gasp escaping. I turned, only to be met with a… concerned Arvin. He didn’t seem angry, even though I was avoiding him. But he would be. He would hate me, and now, I knew I would have to tell him.
But, for now, I could pretend that wasn’t going to happen. I continued to cry, and he saddled up beside me, pulling me to his chest. He let out a soothing hush as he rubbed my back. I gripped his white cotton shirt, my tears dampening his clothing completely. My heart melted as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
And so, I cried. I cried for a very long time. But, my feelings began to numb and I was getting exhausted from the emotional turmoil. My hands eventually let go of his shirt, trailing to his waist. Arvin sighed grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away, enough so that he could see my face. He then cupped both of my cheeks, a prominent pout on his handsome expression.
“Why have you been ignorin’ me, darlin’?”
A few more tears escaped and I felt too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip tightened, but in a possessive, painless way. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest.
“…If I tell ya, you’ll hate me,” I meekly croaked.
Arvin tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I could never. I love ya, Y/n. You can do no wrong.”
I bowed my head slightly. “You… you were right. About that damned priest.” I paused, noticing how he immediately tensed. But, I mustered the courage to continue. “He took me into the woods in his car to pray and get the devil out of me. I thought I could trust him, but…” My throat burned from a threatening sob bubbling in my throat. “Well, he started touching up on me. I told him to stop, but he started - well, he - he started choking me. I thought I was goin’ ta die. But I - I felt every minute. I just… And then… I just…”
I didn’t want to cry more. But I couldn’t continue. I forced myself free of his grasp and stumbled to my feet, furiously wiping at my eyes. I didn’t dare look at his expression further, but I could tell he was angry. He rose to his feet as well.
“Yer fuckin’ kidding me…!” he suddenly cursed, banging his fist into the tree beside him. “That bastard. How fuckin’ dare he —“
“I’m sorry, Arvin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried, but —“
He tore my hands away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. Although he was angry, there was a hint of despair behind his gorgeous blue eyes. He held my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He gripped my back, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“Stop it,” he hissed. “Ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong. That bastard - I’ll, I’ll kill him —“
“Arvin, ya can’t,” I exclaimed desparately. “He’s a priest —“
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he seethed. “That bastard went forcing himself on my woman. Hell, who knows what other women he done the same thing to. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong, darlin’. I’ll kill him. And - and, we’ll run away. We’ll run away from this hell hole, and - and we’ll buy a nice place in the country and - and raise our kid and we’ll be happy, okay?”
“‘Our…’?” I squeaked, a warmth fluttering across my entire bodice. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling an onset of tears returning, although it was out of joy.
I couldn’t believe that Arvin still loved me.
“Our baby. That damned priest, he ain’t goin’ ta be alive long enough ta see it.”
“But… could you really… kill him?” I parroted unsurely.
“Damn right I could.” He pulled away, cupping my cheeks once more. His thumbs circled across my skin smoothly. “I’d do anythin’ for ya, darling. Hell, when I - I saw what those nasty boys were tryin’ to do ta ya, I went off after school and beat each and every one of them up into a bloody pulp. My pa taught me that ya always got ta choose the right time, and I dan did. There’s a lot of bad men out there, and I ain’t lettin’ one bad guy hurt ya. It’ll be our baby and our new life and we’ll leave this entire town behind. For good.”
“But, Arvin,” I sighed, "what about Lenora? And your uncle? And your grandma?”
“They’ll be better off without me. They’ll understand that… I was doin’ what I had to do.”
I was like putty in his hands. I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I could not hold back any further. I pulled this face toward mine and we both melted into a passionate kiss. My hands ghosted over his neck before gripping at his shirt collar.
He pulled away, and his dazzling orbs were overcome with a possessive haze. I melted under the intensity, hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt aimlessly. His breath fanned over my face and I fluttered my lids expectantly.
“I want… it to be your baby,” I whispered.
Arvin smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to my nose.
“Then let’s make it our baby.”
~~~
“What are you doing?”
I turned tail, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed. Standing in the doorway of my room was my mother. She was staring me down with accusation and suspicion in her eyes. I exchanged glances between the open suitcase and her imposing figure. I was previously excited, but I became subconscious now. I was in my father’s old dress shirt, but a bump was still noticeable.
By now, she had certainly connected the dots.
“I’m leaving,” I stated, gulping down my anxiety.
Her face fell. “…What? How? It better not be that boy who you fooled around with. That boy’s filled with the devil —“
“Ma, you’re full of shit,” I seethed, turning away from her. I continued to stuff clothing into the bag, deciding it was best to ignore her.
Her feet clacked behind me and she suddenly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me away from my bed violently. I was about to push her away, but my face was suddenly slung the other way. It stung. But it was not the first time the woman had slapped me. It still hurt, though; after all, I was leaving.
And yet, she was still giving me more of a reason to do so.
“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” she shrieked. “I am your mother. What did I ever do to deserve such a disrespectful child? I have done everything for you —“
“Oh, yeah? Like what ya did to B/n? Yeah, you’re just a grand mother. You’re so great, in fact, you’re the reason he damn killed himself.”
Her face fell. “…What lies are spewing now, devil child? Your brother would be very disappointed to hear you spittin’ such vile stories.”
I snorted, violently pushing her away. All the anger and hatred that I’d covered up over the years was bubbling over the surface, and for the first time ever. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could kill her. I’d always wanted her dead, ever since I was a kid. But never, never had I wished so desperately to do so.
“I never told you, but over a year ago, an officer can to our door. ‘e told me that B/n was found hangin’ from the ceiling in his cell. I never wanted to tell ya, ‘cause my plan was to leave you alone for the rest of your life feelin’ like shit because you’re a shit mother who deserves to die alone!”
Silence.
For the first time, she had nothing to say.
And she was frozen in her spot, so I took the chance to turn back to my suitcase. I shoved the last articles of clothing in and zipped it up. I heard a quiet sob emit from behind me, and it felt nice to hear. Never had I thought I would see her begging and crying over her worthless devil daughter and son, but here she was.
I snickered cruelly, lifting the bag up. I didn’t spare her even a glance as I walked past her.
But she finally roused herself and followed after me. I went to the front door, but her hand shot out in front of me, blocking the handle.
“Please, Y/n. Can’t we use talk about this?” she croaked. “Just sit down and let’s talk. Why, we can pray together, and the Lord —“
“We had an entire fuckin’ lifetime to talk. I don’t have time for yer shit anymore, ma. I’m goin’ with a man who treats me right and you ain’t ever goin’ ta see me again. I hope you die alone, ya hear me?” I replied, barely above a whisper.
I pushed at her arm and opened the door. Just then, a horn was honked, and I realized that Arvin had just pulled up, adorning his baseball cap. He had it pulled over his seat and was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stepped out of the house.
An arm shot out to my ankle. I let out a squeak and turned.
Never did I think I would see her on her knees, bowing before me. She was gripping my ankle as though her life depended on it, and her hair cascaded her face, which I could presume was wracked with well-deserved grief. I towered over her. Never had I seen her look so pathetic.
It was satisfying.
“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just talk. You’re my daughter. I love you —“
I scoffed.
And as one final act of revenge, I brought my heel and stomped on her wrist.
She let out a shriek and writhed. I heard a satisfying crack, and finally released her. As a spiteful act, I released her wrist, but also spit at her. Her sobs grew louder.
But, I turned away.
And I left her there.
And I felt good about it.
I opened the car door and tossed my bag into the back seat while getting comfortable. I kept my face blank, not looking back. Instead, I leaned over the seat and grabbed Arvin’s face, turning it so that I could place a kiss on his perfect lips.
“Ready?” he inquired hoarsely as I pulled away.
He couldn’t meet my gaze. And poking out of his pocket was a gun. He really had killed him.
But I loved him. And that damned priest deserved it.
“Of course, lover boy.”
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Idk if anybody had this idea before but well here it goes: Arvin Russell having a smaller wife -in size- and they are both awkward bcz the marriage was sorta out of business but they are both getting along some fluff will be great (add filth if u want :3 )
P.S: srry rly for being awkward it's my first time to request smth😅
Hi! I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna answer this as a black!reader(bc I don't see a lot of black readers).
TW: Business partners to lovers, mentions of Lenora's death and the serial killer couple, Spoilers for tdatt, slow burn(ish).
Your daddy disapproved of Arvin and so did your momma but you knew this was the only way. See, you had always wanted a house and business of your own but being a young small black girl, you often were looked down upon and often times, given the classic talk of "well, maybe this is outta your league little girl." and told to just go find a black man and stay in your "neck of the woods". When you got away from the person who made these comments, you just rolled your eyes and said,
"Well what does he know? That old shit has nary a business bone in his body. Old hick."
Arvin overheard your personal pep talk and said,
"Umm little girl?"
"JESUS CHRIST." you said, startled.
"I'm so sorry it's just you were yelling and I thought you were hurt, my apologies" Arvin said.
You looked him up and down and immediately knew he would be a perfect pawn to get what you need.
"It's okay." You said with a smirk on your face.
Arvin began to walk away when suddenly, you blurted out:
"Hey listen. How would you like an opportunity to make money and get out of this shit town?"
Arvin stopped dead in his tracks but he didn't turn around:
"And how would I do that? Selling Girl Scout Cookies?" Arvin asked. You could hear the bemusement mixed with genuine interest in his voice.
You chuckled. This wasn't the first time you had been underestimated because of your size.
"Not quite. See I'm fixing to start a business and buy a house but I can't do that since I'm-" you pointed to your skin.
"I don't know little girl sounds like a big ask for someone so small." Arvin chuckled
"Listen here Mister, I am 20 and a LEGAL adult just like you. I may sure as hell be damn small but these dreams and the money I'll cut you will be bigger than the fattest man alive, so what do you say?" you said.
"What are we selling? Arvin said, interested.
"Teas, coffee, specialized refreshments." You smiled.
"You really think people want that?" Arvin said.
"Well not these people, that's why I said we're getting out of here. Now come on, I'll let you taste the product." You said pulling Arvin's arm.
6 months later:
"It says here, we need to be married in order to get the house and the storefront." Arvin said.
"Nice try, pal." You said, believing it but not wanting it to be true.
"Business partners don't lie to each other, darlin' " Arvin said with a smirk.
Over the past 6 months, Arvin had taken a liking to you. You were ambitious, pretty, outspoken, goal driven and not a bad cook either. You two always had moments where it felt like you would kiss but you never did. So Arvin convinced himself that you were off limits.
"Alright fine, I know a chapel we can go to." You said begrudgingly.
"Actually?" Arvin didn't think you'd go this far for what you wanted but in a way, he was kind of happy you did go this far.
"Yes Actually now stop wasting time and get dressed." You said.
"Yes ma'am" Arvin called.
When you two arrived at the chapel, You saw your preacher. It was nice to know that this man who had known you since you were in diapers, is marrying you off. Admittedly, you wished it was with someone whom you had loved for years.
Once he married you off, the next stop was your parents house:
"ABSOLUTLEY NOT. UNDER NO SURCOMSTANCES WILL I ALLOW THIS. HOW DARE THIS THING COME IN MY HOUSE AND TELL ME THAT HE WANTS TO MARRY MY Y/N." Your dad said.
"Daddy I'm sorry, It's all for the house and store. I promise."
"FIND ANOTHER WAY." Your dad said.
"Daddy, this is the way. I'll finally be able to take care of you and momma." you said almost tearing up. You haded when he would yell at you.
"I just don't want you to be unhappy." Your dad said.'
"Than let me marry Arvin and get us out of this place." you said through tears.
"Okay baby. If this is what you need to do then do it." Your dad said begrudgingly.
You hugged your momma and oveheard your dad telling Arvin that he would kill him if he tried anything. You went upstairs, packed a bag, and left. Arvin did the same and both of you were off to New York.
1 year later
You and Arvin had just gotten the title to the store and you couldn't be happier. Arvin was falling more and more in love with you as the days went on. You found out a lot about him too, like he had shot a preacher that drove his sister to suicide, how he almost became a victim of these serial killers, and so forth. You were still sleeping in different "beds"(Arvin sleeping on a sofa):
"You sure, country boy? I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I could fit a lot better." You asked genuinely concerned for his wellbeing on that sofa.
"Ladies get the better bed. Besides, It's comfy enough." Arvin said. You realized that Arvin would never tell you if he was in pain or sick or anything about himself really. You had to pry into him to figure out the serial killer story.
You caught yourself staring at Arvin more and more. You never noticed how veiny his arms were or how big his biceps were. He was incredibly protective over you(even though you didn't need it) and he was incredibly strong, like he lifted a 100lb bag of coffee beans over his shoulder like it was nothing. It was safe to say you were starting to fall for him but this is what made you 100% head-over-heels for him:
One cold night in December, you were shivering in the bed. You had woken up from a nightmare and desperately needed to go back to sleep because you had a meeting the next day. You saw Arvin tossing on the couch and decided you couldn't take it anymore:
"Hey Arvin?" you asked as gently as possible
"What's the matter, Y/n?" he asked groggily.
"Uhm, I'm cold." You said sheepishly.
"What do you want me to do about that?" Arvin asked with a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it.
"You're really gonna make me say it?" you said half embarrassed, half jokingly.
"Mhm. If you want it that badly." Arvin said smugly.
"Arvin can you sleep with me?" You said regretfully.
"What's the magic word?" He said now with a full grin.
"Pleeeeaaaassseeee?" You said.
"Good Girl." He said. This sent butterflies through your body.
You two got in the bed and he brought the blanket from the couch. You snuggled up to him and he planted your face in his neck.
"Is this gonna become a daily thing, darlin'?" Arvin asked.
"I don't know. Do you want it to become a daily thing?" You replied.
"I don't mind." He said.
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Arvin Russell x Reader
{ readers pronouns are she/her } if you are different pronouns you can change them on chrome extention called "interactiveFics"
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A short imagine where arvin meets you for the first time and you fall for him. Love at first sight..
There he was on his way to pick up his sister Lenora
he drove off and parked in front of the school waiting for his sister to come. After waiting for what felt like ages he finally saw his sister coming towards the car but also with other girl walking with her
"Hello Brother" Lenora said smiling widely at her brother
"Hey there Lenora" he said while smoking his cigarette
"This is my friend Y/n she just moved here" Lenora said pointing towards you.
Arvin put his cigarette out and from the sudden motion his brunette hair fell gracefully on his face, he stared at you (in a non creepy way ofc)
"Hello Y/n I'm Arvin Lenora's brother" he said
"Hey, I know she told me about you already" you smiled
"Brother, do you mind giving Y/n a lift home the school bus not gonna arrive here till late" Lenora said waiting for her brother's reply
"sure why not" he said and you and Lenora jumped into the back seat
He began to start the car, it was dead silent in the car, Arvin deciding to break the silence
"So y/n where do you live so i know where to drop you off" he asked
But before you can reply Lenora interrupted you
"Actually Arvin I was thinking that Y/n should come to our house to have supper" Lenora smiled she enjoyed your company.
"Ok what'd you say y/n?" he asked
"uh i don't see why not" you smiled and glared at him through the rear view mirror trying to hide your blush, indeed he was handsome..
His eyes, his hair, him in general. How where you to tell your best friend Lenora you were falling for her brother?
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hold your horses! (t.h)
tom holland x reader
summary: rumors fly during an interview leading to a shock announcement for tom and his girlfriend
a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw months ago and have not stopped thinking abt since
i literally could not think of one panel-type event that wasnt comic-con i am so sorry flsjsjksjs
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Tom shifts in his seat, running one hand through his curls as he tries to keep his face animated and stop his eyes glazing over. he's been sat on a vaguely uncomfortable chair for the last hour or so at Comic-Con, promoting his latest movie and as much as he loves his job and the fans, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and curl up next to you for a good twelve hours.
"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.
"I- I'm so sorry, what was your question?" he asks, flushing in embarrassment at being caught zoning out.
"Is Y/N here today?" repeats the interviewer patiently.
Tom grins at the mention of your name and he sits up taller, eyes scanning the crows until he finds you, hoodie pulled up over your head to hide from eagle-eyed fans.
"She is, yeah. I basically dragged her here so we could kind of spend time together, as an apology." he admits.
"An apology?" the interviewer says. "What did you do, Tom?"
"Yeah, what did you do, Tom?" echoes one of his co-stars, laughing.
"I fell asleep during our movie date." Tom admits sheepishly, shaking his head at the roar of laughter from the crowd. "Twenty minutes in, I was out cold."
"You didn't!" laughs the interviewer. "What did she do?"
"She was the absolute best, of course. She just held me and stroked my hair and wrapped me up in a blanket and then stayed on the sofa with me all night." he says, eyes crinkling at the general "awww" from the crowd.
The interviewer's eyes glint mischievously as Tom tells his story, clearly sensing a way to divert the interview to The Good Stuff™.
"So speaking of Y/N, there's been a lot of talk about you two online recently." he starts. "Specifically, engagement rumors? Is there any basis, any truth to these rumors?"
Tom shifts around as he stalls for time until he can meet your eyes in the crowd, raising his fluffy eyebrow ever so slightly to silently ask if you're okay with him talking about your relationship. You give him a tiny nod, encouraging him to go on.
"No, we're not engaged." he says. "But we've honestly never been happier than we are right now. She's so creative, and caring, and funny, and gorgeous. There's no one else I'd rather spend my life with."
You can't help but feel slightly choked up as he gushes, resisting the urge to throw off your hoodie and run up to the stage, crushing him into a bear hug and never letting go.
"WHEN ARE YOU PROPOSING?!" yells a particularly enthusiastic fan, rousing cheers from the rest of the crowd and the cast members on stage.
Tom laughs as he winks at you again.
"When I'm sure she'll say yes."
This, of course, results in almost hysterical screams (affectionate).
You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on Tom's contact and typing out a message. He's watching you of course, so when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket he pulls it out, cheering like an excited seven year old, "I got a text! From Y/N!"
Y/N 💗: i'd marry you in a heartbeat baby <3
He blows a kiss in your direction, grinning from ear to ear. As he's distracted, gazing at you lovingly, a co-star leans over his shoulder and reads the text.
"Holy shit!" they laugh. "Did Tom Holland just get engaged?"
The screams reach an all-time record and you wince slightly, bringing a hand up to your ringing ear. Tom snatches his phone closer, rolling his eyes.
"Hold your horses!" he laughs. "Let me check."
He balances the microphone in his left hand as he types out a quick message.
tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??
Y/N 💗: we will be when you give me that rock hidden at the back of your sock drawer 😳
Tom's soft brown eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins all but leaps up from his chair.
"Is this interview wrapping up soon?" He asks cheekily. "I've got to go get engaged."
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!!I am a dark fic writer so if that scares you please do not go any further!!
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Peter Parker
Ethan Landry
Tom Riddle
Coriolanus Snow
Walter De Ville
Loki Laufeyson
Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen
Arvin Russell
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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄
Dark !!Lee Bodecker x Reader pt2 (pt1 Here)
Summary: Reader wakes up to a confusing and unstable Lee.
Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, cursing, Dom/sub undertones, some angst :( , dark lee, potential for dark reader??, violence, future smut: daddy kink, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink.
The ride from the city to Knockemstiff was harsh. Trees blocking what was left of the roads but that didn’t stop Aunt Gillian from getting your out of that “hell hole of a city.” She was a woman on a mission to protect her niece and no damn tree or crack in the road would stop her.
Protection.
She often said you needed to be protected. She said you needed a lot of things.
- “y/n dear, you need a new lock!”
- “No no that dress is too short! You need a new one!”
- “What you need is a new apartment! I mean what nineteen year old girl lives by themselves? It’s borderline scandalous!”
You stood your ground for a while, deciding you’d much rather stay in the city your parents intended to raise you in before their passing…but things got hard.
- “Gill please…im fine” you’d tried to convince as a sobbed ripped through you that night. “I just have no clue what I need to do…my landlord said he’d give me a week b-but that’s n-not….”
- “Honey, I’ll be down there tomorrow first thing. You need family right now. Im so sorry sweetheart we’ll getcha through this I promise.”
You couldn’t help but agree with her for once. You did need family…or what little you had left. Even if it meant staying in the new, very small, town she herself had just moved into. She was old money, and while she’d offered to help with your rent, you’d always declined. Well now you had no choice.
When you’d arrived to knockemstiff you immediately felt uneasy. Everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew of the rich lady who lived on the hill, so word spread fast about her young niece moving to town.
- “don’t pay them any mind, honey. Not everyday they see a girl like you who isn’t knocked up or runnin’ away with some sticks boy.” She’d said in an attempt to make you feel better, though it was futile. The towns people had a new toy to gossip about and it seemed like it would be a while until another one came around.
So in the meantime you studied and you worked. Sure you didn’t have to work, your aunt hated the fact that her niece spent the majority of her time in a greasy dinner, but it made you feel normal. You even made a few friends. Sandy, your manager, taught you how to bake. Laura, a girl your age, had showed you the fun things to do around town and had a gift at making you laugh.
And then there was Arvin. He was a bit odd at first. Always stared a bit too long but never once did he make a crude comment towards you like the other men did. You even found yourself staring at him sometimes too. His hair was a pretty chocolate color and you admired his loyalty to his family.
But Arvin wasn’t him.
Sandy wasn’t him.
Laura wasn’t him.
While you enjoyed the company of all these people, no one ever made your heart spike like his did. No one’s gruff voice and demanding orders had ever went straight to your core like his had.
He was your boss’s brother. He was the law.
Worst of all he was so much older than you.
You’d seen him that day, outside the station on your way home, though you didn’t know he’d seen you too. You didn’t know he’d been watching for a while now.
And you definitely didn’t know that there were far worse things about him than his age.
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| Lee’s pov |
He could spend hours admiring your sleeping form. He actually had been admiring you for hours now. If lee was a stronger man…maybe he would have been able to look away from your delicate face. Or your plush thighs peeking out from under your pretty dress.
Fuck.
How could you have this much control over him? He was the one In control, always. It scared him that something like you could bring out a darker side from his already dark nature.
Something like you, who never cursed around customers.
Something like you who baked cherry pies for fun.
Something like you who….wore frilly blue panties?
He tore his eyes away from your body. Of course you wore cute underwear. Everything about you had to be cute and perfect.
He had to get out of this room. He couldn’t stare at your tempting frame anymore. Lee wanted you to be awake and willing during your first time with him. Though he doubted after the hit he landed to the side of your head that you’d be willing to even speak to him any time soon.
He made his way out of your new room, not before double locking the door behind him. Lee glanced at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for work and he hadn’t slept a wink. His girl also needed to eat.
Fuck what did you like? He knew you had a sweet tooth but his girl couldn’t eat sugar first thing in the morning. Lee scrambled quickly around his kitchen, torn between being late for work and making a good meal for you.
You liked waffles right?
Shit what if you didn’t eat glutton? Eggs it is then.
He eventually made eggs and waffles after deciding you needed both. Maybe you’d forgive him for what he did if he made you a big breakfast, though he knew that was unlikely.
After unlocking your door he slowly made his way in. The room was small, it had to be for now, but he sparred no expense. The walls were a solid white, but adorned with pink and lavender decor. He took you as a pink kinda gal. To his right was a floor length mirror taking up half of the wall and to his left was a beautifully crafted dresser. The room had no closet and no bathroom attached to it and a very small bed with delicate white sheets. He felt bad keeping you in here instead of with him but it was necessary as this room was only temporary until he could trust you enough to move into his.
Your body hadn’t moved from its previous position, yet it still managed to take his breath away.
- “babydoll…” Lee hummed. “Cmon sweetheart you need to eat.” He pushed as he gently rubbed your cheek and set the tray of food on the nightstand. Your hands were cuffed together in front of your chest, though you were a smart girl. Lee knew you could still eat with them there…and if not he was more than willing to feed you himself.
Your breathing had picked up. He knew you were awake and he didn’t appreciate you pretending not to me.
- “open those little Bambi eyes, doll” he whispered as he picked your head up by the back of your hair, just enough to sting.
You opened your eyes slowly, too scared to see the man in front of you. He looked absolutely terrifying…and absolutely delicious.
And he held all the control.
- “aw there’s my pretty girl” he smirked as he patted your cheek. “You’re gonna eat and you’re gonna eat it all you hear me?”
His tone scared you. Why did he want you to eat so bad?
- “d-did y-you….” You stammered, finding it hard to let the words pass your lips.
- “did I what baby? Poison it?” He chuckled, until he looked into your very serious and very scared eyes.
- “no baby. no I did not poison it. You’re my best girl, babydoll. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Never hurt you? He almost smashed your head in!
- “well I won’t have to hurt you, if you follow the rules. But I promise you’d enjoy it, sweet thing.” He said before throwing a wink your way.
His predatory gaze caused you to back up into the wall behind you. You needed distance from the crazed man. I should have listened to Gill.
- “are…are y-you gonna…k-kill m-me….” You asked as a little sob made its way up your throat.
It almost broke Lee’s heart.
He slowly inched his way towards you. His eyes were furious. you found yourself pushing further into the wall hoping it’d swallow you whole.
- “baby…let me make one thing clear.” He said before he roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to look up into his. - “you’re mine. you’re heart, your mind, and soon your body, will be all mine. Fuck I should punish you for going out with the Russell kid, but I know you’re just my dumb little baby, right?”
You were shaking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take you or if you wanted him to drop dead. But his touch was intoxicating and you wanted it everywhere.
You must’ve looked spaced out as he tapped your cheek one more time. -“ s’okay sweet girl. you dont have to answer right away. You just need to eat” he spoke as he picked up the tray of food to set it in front of you.
- “eat baby. That’s all I need you to do okay?” He asked as his thumb played with your bottom lip. A sick part of you wanted to wrap your lips around it, yet you couldn’t find it in your body to respond him.
He sighed and stood up from his spot on your bed. - “…If you don’t it’ll be a long and Unenjoyable night, okay princess?”
silence passed as his ‘okay?’ Continued to hang in the air.
- “Answer me now.” He demanded as his jaw clenched.
- “o-okay….y-yes s-sir.” You squeaked out at his harsh tone. Nervousness overtaking your body.
A smile overtook his face at your response. - “such a good girl.” He mumbled before leaving an assertive and quick kiss to your forehead then turned, making his way out of the small room.
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| Bambi’s pov |
You’d heard the locks. There had to be three and you seriously doubted you could break the door down before he got back.
Was Gill looking for me? She had to be worried sick.
How did Lee know about Arvin? You hadn’t told him about Arvin….right?
What is Lee planning on doing with me?
All these questions and more swarmed your head as your tried to understand the situation you were in.
But ‘Why did I still want him?’ was the scariest one.
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Bunny’s Notes: Oh my god I’m so in love with this guys!!!! Like even I’m read for what happens next. Oh my god like what’s gonna happen with Arvin??? And will Gill find out?? Most importantly when are Lee and his girl gonna fUck?!!
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arvin req…he loves to eat pussy. yeah actually that’s all i have.
NSFW AHEAD MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED
he does! he’s obsessed with you, obsessed with the way your legs shake when he’s deep into your wet cunt while you gasp for air. you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
with all that wetness, it doesn’t take very much effort for him to slide two fingers into your walls, pumping slowly and agonizingly as he sucks on your clit. when you look down at him, the sight of his disheveled hair and hungry brown eyes makes you want to explode already. you’re nearly approaching your high and he’d coaxed you into his bed less than half an hour ago.
your high is so close... until it isn’t. he grins at you as he hovers above, his lips dripping with your sweetness.
“vinny,” you whine. he usually hates the nickname unless it comes out of your mouth. especially all desperate like that.
“thought you said i could play with you however i want, baby.”
“i-i’m really close,” you pout. “don’t be mean.”
“oh, you think i’m bein’ mean?” he taunts. he dives back in without a warning and the feeling of his tongue along your folds makes you want to scream.
it’s ironic how you’re the needy one when you can hear him grunting and panting, rutting into the mattress with the fervor of a hungry wolf. your back arches at the sensitivity of your wet heat. he’s unrelenting now, grinning like the devil as he sucks on your clit and smacks your ass within the same breath.
“arvin, i’m gonna cum!” you squeal.
and you do, but he doesn’t stop. no fucking way.
arvin laps at your cunt until your legs vibrate and you have to tap on his head to get him to stop, but he doesn’t.
“arvin!”
you have to nearly pry him off of you, and when he emerges, he’s breathless.
“that good, baby?”
“shut up,” you mumble sheepishly, cheeks heating up already.
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Take Me To Heaven
Summary: If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Threeesome, unprotected PIV, anal sex, creampie, cum play and generally filthiness.
Word Count: 700
A/N: I have zero excuse for this filth. I am sorry. Thank you @mayhem24-7forever for beta’ing. @yespolkadotkitty is to blame for introducing me to Arvin in this post. I have not seen the movie but she showed me clips and lord above, Tom Holland with that southern accent DOES things for me. No year is mentioned but this can be read to occur during Arvin’s time.
You know it’s wrong to lie with two men at the same time, especially since you’re unmarried. The good book is clear on the matter, but you gave that up long ago after your daddy passed down in the mine and your mother joined him soon after. It doesn’t matter what the preacher in town says, high and mighty on his pulpit. You know the closest to heaven you’ll ever get is with Arvin and Rhett, letting them worship your body and drink from the holy communion between your thighs.
It's not Sunday, but church is certainly in session tonight.
“That’s it,” Rhett encourages, stroking down the line of your trembling back as he slowly pushes past the tight ring of your asshole. It burns and you groan, letting Arvin swallow up the sound with his mouth until Rhett’s seated fully inside. Arvin's sweet face is below you, his throat bobbing as he holds your hips and carefully brings you down to meet his cock. Behind you, Rhett pants into your ear, pulling back at the same time.
"God, you feel good," Arvin groans. "You gonna let us fill you up?" He asks, raising his hips and making you moan, low and long. You curl your hands over his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as both men jostle your body between theirs.
"Yes," you cry, gasping when a sharp snap of Rhett's hips drives Arvin's cock deeper inside.
"Gonna be leaking us everywhere," Rhett pants, his vulgar words twisting up your insides in the best way.
He'd taken you into the city weeks ago, pretending to be your husband to get a birth control prescription filled. You followed the doctor's orders to the letter, careful to take the little pill at the same time each day so you could get to this moment. You wanted to feel them both come inside you, to not have that high cut short in a moment of panic as they pulled out to come on your stomach.
"Gonna look beautiful, filled with us," Arvin promises, mouthing at your nipple. Rhett's lips drag over your shoulder and you feel the bite of his teeth on the side of your neck. He loves to mark you, even more than Arvin does, and you know you'll be wearing a high neck dress for the next week at least.
"Come for us," Rhett encourages.
You shut your eyes and let their bodies carry yours to that zenith of pleasure, coming around Arvin with a cry. He finishes next, tendons in his neck straining as he fights for his own end. Rhett comes last, snapping into you hard enough to make even Arvin groan. It's ecstasy, feeling them both come inside you, giving you that warmth you crave.
The skin of Rhett’s chest is slick and warm against your back and you quake when he pulls his cock from your ass. You can feel his spend dribble down to join Arvin’s.
“Get her on her back,” Rhett rumbles, helping Arvin maneuver you off him.
Your legs are sore from straddling him for so long but when you go to stretch them out, Arvin hooks a hand under your knee to spread you open.
“Let us see our hard work,” he tells you, looking hungrily at your weeping cunt.
The bed dips and Rhett settles himself between your splayed thighs. He drags his finger through Arvin’s seed, smearing it up your belly and then down your thighs.
“You look good like this,” he praises. “Pretty enough I wish I had a photo.”
Heat rushes under your skin at his words. Your body’s still trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure when Arvin curls two fingers inside and brings his glistening digits to your lips. You suck them clean, aware of the way both men watch you with renewed desire.
“I should get a shower,” you tell them, rising up on your elbows.
Rhett shakes his head. “We’re not done. I haven’t had that sweet cunt yet,” he tells you.
You swallow hard and watch him disappear into your bathroom to clean up as Arvin encourages you to roll onto your stomach. His fingers prod your ass and you groan, hips lifting.
“We’re gonna have you everywhere,” he promises.
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hiii !! i have a request for arvy 🥺🥺
can we do like he gets injured probably doing something stupid but y/n is under the impression that it’s rlly bad until she sees him & arvin has to calm her down and maybe like get her to fall asleep next to him ? i love the like worried gf trope haha
w/c: 547
a/n: omfg i’m soooooooo sorry for how late this is but this req is super cute and i hope you enjoy anyways <3 mwah
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“you better come quick, y/n. he’s hurt real bad.”
lenora drags you down the hall to arvin’s room. you rush behind her, letting her guide you by your hand.
“how bad is it? is he gonna be okay?” you ask. “you know arvin. he’s always gettin’ into trouble,” lenora sighs. “but he’s back on his feet in no time,” she reminds you. “your brother’s a champ, i’ll give him that,” you agree. the two of you stop in front of arvin’s bedroom door. “so are you for puttin’ up with him,” lenora smiles.
“thanks, nora. i’ve got it from here.”
lenora nods and disappears back down the hallway. you enter the room without bothering to knock, concern evident on your features. arvin is laid on his bed with a damp washcloth held to his forehead, his face littered with gashes. he jolts up when you barge in.
“aw, baby,” you coo, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “it’s late, sweetheart. what’re you doing here?” arvin wonders. “lenora rang. said you had an accident,” you cup his face in both your hands. your thumbs smooth over the slices in his skin. “what happened?” you frown. “it was nothin’. nothin’ you need to worry your pretty little head about,” arvin assures you.
you raise a stern eyebrow at your boyfriend. he props himself up on his elbows and sets his washcloth aside, revealing a bump on his forehead.
“that’s not nothin’, arvin,” you gasp. “you get into another fight? if that son of a bitch gene is still pickin’ on you, i swear i’ll-“
“settle down, sweetheart. i ain’t fight nobody,” arvin chuckles, arms looping around your waist. “got a little banged up while i was workin’ on my car, that’s all,” he says. “but you work on your car all the time. never been hurt like this,” you tilt his head up to better inspect his face. “yeah, i know. made a mistake this time,” arvin winces.
“what kind of mistake?”
“i had the hood popped, and it sorta closed on me.”
arvin offers a pained smile. you let out a breath and press your forehead to his, careful to avoid the bump on it. he pulls you into his lap, his grin widening.
“didn’t break no bones or anything, did you? maybe we should get you checked up.”
“that’s alright. i’m okay, sweetness. promise.”
your eyes search for arvin’s. they meet yours.
“you sure? ‘cause lenora made it sound like somethin’ serious,” you recall. “shoot, she wasn’t even supposed to tell you,” arvin mumbles. “why not?” you furrow your eyebrows. “i don’t like it when you worry ‘bout me, and now you’re worryin’,” he nudges your forehead with his.
“i love you, arvin. can’t help it.”
“i love you, too. but i hate seein’ you so stressed out.”
“then don’t be so stressful.”
arvin captures your lips in a soft kiss. one of your hands travels down the back of his neck, lips moving slowly with his.
“think we both need a good night’s sleep. you wanna stay over?” arvin speaks up. “course,” you smile.
the two of you crawl into bed, cuddling up in each other’s arms. you kiss the bump on arvin’s forehead before he drifts off to a well deserved slumber.
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