#arvin russell oneshot
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it’s missing arvin hourssss if you’re open to a req!! the towns in the midst of a heat wave and arvin can’t get over how you look licking a cherry ice pop on the tailgate of his truck
MDNI 18+ ONLY
goddd i miss him sm. you know that humidity is getting the best of him, but he's trying real damn hard to be productive out in the garden pulling weeds so the summer vegetables can thrive.
meanwhile, you're sitting pretty on the open bed of his truck in your halter tank and matching shorts, sprawled under the western sun. you like watching arvin work -- you like the way the veins in his arm flex when he grips the earth, like how when he wipes the sweat off his brow his dirty white tee hitches up just in the slightest to reveal his happy trail. you like those momentary looks he gives you, knowing full well that his eyes are scanning your bare legs before nodding at you casually like he isn’t fully smitten. the twinkly sound of the neighborhood’s ice cream truck’s jingle makes your ears perk up.
“you want a lemonade or somethin’, arv?” you beckon after him once you get to your feet.
“‘m good, baby,” he gruffs, fixated now on some sort of carpentry project in the garage. pouting, you skip your feet less than a block to get a treat, batting your eyes generously enough for the teenage clerk to stammer over his words and fuck his counting over a handful of coins. ultimately, your warm face makes him give in, so he lets you off the hook and lets you buy the little girl in line behind you an ice cream, too. he’s bewitched after you wink goodbye.
arvin doesn’t notice your return, which makes you roll your eyes. and you’re not one to be needy, anyways, so you crank up the radio to drown out the sounds of manual labor with doo-wop, and you suck on your cherry ice pop. it’s refreshing, it really is, but what’s more refreshing is the moment arvin looks up to see you in the bed of his truck blooming like a flower with carnation-red lips.
“is it getting all over me?” you pout. “or do you want some?”
“i want something, alright,” arvin mumbles under his breath. “you tryna put on a little show for me, pretty thing? chrissake.”
“father benjamin says not to say the lord’s name in vain.”
“fuck father benjamin.”
you giggle, pushing the red popsicle deeper into your mouth until liquid dribbles down to your chin. you struggle to clean yourself up, cupping your palm to collect the excess as arvin stares.
“you’re fuckin’ killing me, doll.”
“huh? i’m mindin’ my own fuckin’ business,” you chuckle. “if you’re so desperate for a break, just take one, vinny.”
he sighs, looking back into the garage as he wipes his face with his t-shirt. he does it deliberately -- arvin isn’t one to show off, but he knows what makes you tick -- as he exposes his bare midriff and the defined lines of his abs.
“think i might take a cold shower. think you might need one, too.”
before you can register it, arvin takes a few steps closer to you just so he can kiss you on your neck, lick you down to your chest where he can lap up the sweet slick of the cherry ice pop that had melted and dripped onto your skin without you noticing. you gasp at the feeling and immediately feel a fluttering in your core.
“you’re getting it all over your hands, angel,” he gives you a low chuckle, lips right near your earlobe. “better clean you up, huh?”
it takes less than two minutes for the two of you to walk back into the house to turn on the shower -- water running cold -- but he doesn’t even bother to get you into it. instead, he’s quick to strip off your matching set along with his t-shirt and jeans, whiplash overcoming your senses when he’s got you leaning over the bathroom sink with his mouth licking up the sweat on your neck.
he loves you like this -- submissive and bent down under him with his hand around your throat while the mirror starts to fog up from your desperate pants. the moment you feel him slide into you from behind, your skin feels like it’s on fire, which may be counterproductive considering the heat wave both of you are trying to escape, but both of you are too busy riding the throes of ecstasy to care.
it’s so much -- the feeling of his thick cock, the sweltering heat, his fingers in your mouth.
“fuck, honey,” arvin grunts into your shoulder. “most beautiful woman i ever seen. shit.”
you moan back unintelligibly. maybe it’s the heat, the sweat, the pheromones working on overdrive, because arvin doesn’t expect to be this close so fast. he’s got your hair balled up in his fist as he thrusts into you, a much more fulfilling workout than the damn yard work consuming all his days.
when he does cum, so do you. your thighs nearly give out, actually, shaking from the impact of him being so deep that the coil inside of you breaks completely. your stomach aches in inferno, but you suppose the pain is worth it if it’s always going to be this honey-sweet.
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 — 𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Can you do an imagine about Arvin x black reader (darkskin reader) and they’re secretly dating cause of racism in the town and his family finds out and he says that he loves her.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, mentions/talks of racism, forbidden love.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,798
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom Holland x fem!Black!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you like it! <33
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
You couldn’t quite remember how long you and Arvin had been sneaking off together. It was a plan agreed on by the both of you. Rules you both made to make your lives easier. Nothing was ever going to be easy…so long as Arvin’s heart beat for yours. The thought alone always made you shake your head. Two halves that met under rather difficult circumstances. Arvin told you it was destiny, the way you met, the way you fell, the way you loved each other. Yet in your mind your love for each other was due for a reckoning. A doomed love story in the making. The love was a blessing, but the hate and the judgment you didn’t want to receive was the dooming. Questions and doubts clouded your thoughts every evening while you lay in bed. The ‘what ifs’ and ‘we can't’ bellowed in your head like a train on tracks. Roaring loudly. Telling you to get out before your life was over.You didn’t want to get out though…You wanted to stay, stay with Arvin, stay for the love, stay for the reckoning, stay for the change. You wanted to stay for the long run. That was the making you wanted to create. Not whatever every white man or woman had to say for it in this town. These folks didn’t know the way you had to live, how you had to think about everything you did when you left your house. They had it easy, they could live easy, get married easy, love easy. Everything was so damn easy for them it made you mad.
You pulled back the curtain keeping a lookout for the familiar roar of the engine of Arvin’s car you spent so much time in. You stepped back from the window and smoothed out your dress. Your mother would kill you if she caught you leaving her home with a wrinkle. No daughter of hers was going to look like she didn’t at least try.
“Y/n, tell me you’re not leaving with that boy again?” Your mother walked in the living room area with a hand on her hip.
“I am mama.” You looked up at her.
She sucked her teeth, shaking her head. “All he’s gonna do is bring you trouble.” Your mother wasn’t always so fond of the idea of you being with Arvin. She didn’t need a boy like Arvin messing up your lives.
“No he’s not. Arvin is good, mama, he always means well. He goes to church!” You tried defending him.
“Everybody goes to church, girl!” Your mother chuckled. You smiled then glanced down at your shoes.
Arvin’s car could be heard outside. You glanced up at your mother with a nervous look, just like you did every time he came to pick you up in the middle of the night. If it was daytime, that would have been riskier, too much sunlight, too many people with judgmental eyes. You wouldn’t be able to handle it all.
Your mother sighed sensing your anxiousness. “Just be careful alright, don’t be home late.” She walked up to you to adjust the collar of your dress. “Tell Arvin I say hello.” She pressed a kiss to your temple and gripped your hands tightly.
“I will mama.” You smiled at her to reassure her worries, her concerns. She watched as you opened the door and walked out. You gave her one last glance and descended down the three steps on your porch and onto the dirt.
Noticing you approaching the car, Arvin quickly put out his cigarette and got out of the car walking over to your side. You squealed as he spun you around a bit in his arms. Arvin’s favorite time was affection time. Any given moment or chance to shower you with kisses and physical contact, he’d take it. Nothing was going to stop him from denying you his love.
“Hi darlin’.“ He chuckled as he dug his face into the side of your neck. “I missed ya.” He sighed deeply, tightening his embrace on you.
“Missyatoo…Arvin,” You mumble out as you let your hands rest on his back. “Arvin.” You looked up, staying still. “Arvin, I can die if I don’t breathe ya know?” You chuckled as he instantly loosened his grip on you.
“Can’t have ya dying on me. Too darn pretty to be in a casket.” Arvin caressed the side of your face. You could feel your cheeks get warm.
“You always say that.”
“Cause it’s true.” Arvin smiled. “Darlin’ ain’t nobody in this world that is as pretty as ya.” He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips.
“And there ain’t nobody in this world that says it like you do.” You giggle. “Let’s get going.” You began looking around you watching out for any onlookers or night walkers. You relaxed your shoulders when you saw no one. “Oh and my mama says hi.” You smiled.
Arvin quickly opened the door for you and waited till you got in and situated to close it. “Hello.” He grinned.
Then he got in himself.
The engine roared to life waiting to get its gas going to start the fifteen minute ride to the woods.
The only place where you and Arvin could be. Where no racist soul was bound to find you two showing your devotion for each other.
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Once Arvin reached your spot. He quickly rolled up the windows and took the keys out of the hole. You smiled when he beckoned you over to him. Finding your place on his lap. Nothing sexual ever, only the tenderness of the pads of his fingers slowly tracing invisible designs across your skin. You closed your eyes as he printed kisses on you. Leaving behind that lingering feeling of his lips.
You opened them back up to stare at the man you’ve grown to love. To call yours, your partner.
“Do you ever get tired of it?” You broke the silence.
“Spending time with ya? No.” Arvin chuckled as he leaned forward pecking your cheek causing you to smile.
“Not that.” You playfully hit his shoulder pad covered by that jean jacket you loved on him.
“The hiding…” You trailed off.
“Yea darlin’ but you know what will happen if-”
“If everyone finds out, I know, I know.” You frowned, you smoothed out the edges of your dress, trying to remove any wrinkles. Arvin tilted his head to try and catch your eyes. “I…I just wanna be able to hold your hand. In public ya know…not in the woods, Arvin.” You sniffled. “I get…I get that people will have their own opinions, or do terrible things, but….” Arvin frowned, reaching up to wipe away your tears. “How long can we keep this up?” You shook your head.
“Hey now, none of that sad talkin’ now.” He cupped your face. “Darlin’ fuck what any of those no good sons of bitches have to say.” He pressed his head against yours. “And if they do say somethin’, well then I’ll find the right time, and set em’ straight.” Arvin jokes.
“Arvin…” You halfheartedly laughed, shaking your head. “Violence isn’t the right way to go about this.” You touched his hand on your cheeks. “What would your sister say, or even your grandma?”
“I’ll set them straight to….” He paused then smiled, causing you to relax.
“It ain’t funny!” You exclaimed, punching his arm.
“Ouch.” He furrowed his brows then chuckled. “Alright, I’m only kidding darlin’.” He turned your chin to look at him. “But I’m serious, I’ll beat the crap out of them assholes who got somethin’ to say about you...about us.”
“Wouldn’t do you any good beating someone up for nothing…” You smirked.
He raised his brow confused. “They don’t know about us silly…” You chuckled when he rolled his eyes. “You’d look like a fool.”
“That does it, come here.” Arvin grunted playfully as he turned you over on your back, you thought that was all he was going to do, but the surprise came when he started tickling you.
“Arvin…no stop!” You laughed trying to remove his hands off you.
“It ain’t funny, eh?” He teased as he continued running his fingertips across your sides.
“No…” You laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Your laughter filled his ears like music. Arvin stopped his tickle assault and hovered over you. You took a deep breath trying to control your heavy breathing.
“I love you, Y/n.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled tugging at the nape of his curls.
“I love you too Arvin.”
You savored the moment of being with Arvin. There would be days where you two would go a few days without seeing one another. That was torture enough.
It had been bad enough that his grandmother set him up with a girl from his church. She was a cute little thing, as Arvin would say, but not his type. He didn’t take a liking to the poor brunette. He couldn’t find it in himself to enjoy being with her. Not when his heart soared for yours. However, to keep you two a secret, he continued to go on dates with the girl. Much to your dislike.
No world was worth living without Arvin. He understood you like no other person did. Not even at school were they as loving as Arvin was. They’d call you names, tell you how you didn’t belong there. Telling you that dating a white man was gonna do you no good. Not that they’d tell anybody, which you were grateful for. Arvin could recall the times where he’d find you crying behind your school when he’d go and pick you up.
He’d find Lenora in a similar state at his school, but that’s another story for another time. The boys at least learned their lessons. They wouldn’t bother Lenora anymore, but the bullies at yours still bothered you. Yet unlike the way he got back at the boys for Lenora, you’d beg him not to hurt anyone for you, no matter how much they had emotionally hurt you. Although the second any of them laid their hands on you, he’d go back on his word, his promise he made, and hurt them.
“Darlin’ you know…I’d love to tell everyone you’re my girl, but it’d be too risky.” Arvin peered down at you. “There are people who ain’t right in the head, who won’t understand us.” Arvin sighed. “They won’t have it. They’ll…They’ll kill you, kill me.” Arvin sighed.
“All the more to stay a secret huh…” You smiled sadly. “I wish we didn’t have to hide. Do you ever think they’ll be a future where this will be okay?” You stared up at Arvin. He furrowed his brows at your question. Was there really gonna be a future where he could love you in public? Out in the open for everyone to see. He moved his head down to place his lips on yours.
“I think so darlin’, I really do, but we might be too old when it finally becomes okay. We’d have lived a happy long life together in secret. We’d be sittin’ in rocking chairs by then. Whether it became okay or not wouldn’t matter to us by then.” Arvin smiled sadly letting his thoughts be the answer to your question.
“I’m okay with that Arvin, just as long as I got you.” You nodded as your eyes gleamed with tears. You arched your back to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
You knew nothing good would come of this. Not as long as you and Arvin stayed together. It was a cruel world you lived in. One where no one could see two people in love, and instead see two different skin colors. One who’d have no harm come their way, and the other to receive hatred and hostility just for being who they were.
Arvin always asked you what was so wrong with loving you. Nothing was wrong about it. In fact his love for you wasn’t the problem, loving someone wasn’t going to get his ass beaten by anyone. It was the racial discrimination that you had to battle. A battle, that’s what it was…
You liked to joke around with Arvin sometimes. Laughing’ over the idea of being these warriors in love in the midst of a war. You could recall a story you read in one of your books at the library, once, about two gods. One named Venus and one named Mars. Not so much about planets but more so about two people. Two people in love with a secret.
The tale of the two was rather interesting. There was Venus, the Goddess of Love, and Mars, the God of War, but the story seemed to have relevance to your and Arvin’s situation.
Venus, who was betrothed to Vulcan, Roman God of Fire, found him to be quite dull and ordinary, which led to her having an affair with Mars. He was different. You felt that Venus pertained more to Arvin’s situation with that Anna girl, who he was pretending to be with. From what he liked to tell you, she fit the ideal image of what Vulcan was like. Although you could argue that you and Arvin could relate to the gods based on their characteristics.
Mars, son of Jupiter and Juno, was unpopular with everyone. He liked to fight, although whether he won or lost mattered little to none. He just liked trouble and wreaking havoc. Arvin felt a lot like this, struggling with his own internal battles, and finding the right time to pick a fight with someone who did him or his family wrong. He’d get a black eye for it sometimes, but he’d make sure those who wronged him would get what was coming to them. There was no doubt he was beginning to be the talk of the town.
Venus was an entirely different story. She was born in the sea. Unlike Mars, she was not into creating havoc, but caused it if someone scorned her vanity. You remembered on multiple accounts where you had begged Arvin not to pick a fight over you, or for you. Violence was the last thing you wanted in a place like West Virginia. Nothing right about it. There was no use for it, but others seemed to want violence to occur. Someone wanting to start and wreak havoc somewhere. You surely weren’t about to take part in any of it, but if you had to…you would. You didn’t think you could have something to relate to.
Multiple love stories filled with unrealistic outcomes, unrealistic people. You strived to find a story that you could see yourself in. Venus and Mars’ story happened to be it. The idea of Vulcan wanting to expose Venus and Mars then both humiliating them in front of the other gods on Mount Olympus, stirred something within you. If you and Arvin were to be exposed or outed by someone, everything would fall down hill. The reckoning of all reckonings would occur and lead to more problems you didn’t need nor have the time for.
It was only a matter of time before something happened…before someone found out.
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After a night of fooling around. Arvin dropped you back home and made his way back home. The drive back with the radio playing some familiar tune was nice to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy the little things. He had taken up responsibilities as he got older. He made it his sole purpose to look after Lenora, to look after you. He cared so much, he found it hard to see past his inner demons that haunted him. His childhood haunting him like a second hand slap to the face. It always came back. Thoughts and memories he couldn’t forget would come back. He wanted them to go away. You didn’t go away though. He could recall the first couple times he found himself being allured by your beauty, by your quick wit and intelligence. You were a rare beautiful sight to see. He felt as though it was illegal to look at you with his own eyes. You made him nervous, Arvin was hardly the nervous type. You understood him like no one else. When he had to scream you yelled along with him. When he had to cry, you shed tears too. You were meant for each other. Despite the way things were and how things existed, he knew, in his heart, that the universe made no mistake introducing you two.
Arvin cut the engine when he made it back home. He stayed in the car for a bit longer trying to conjure up a new lie to tell his grandma, sister and uncle this time. Though they never really worried about where he was just as long as he didn’t go stirring up trouble. Though his grandma did worry occasionally.
He released a big breath and turned the engine off and headed inside. His work boots thumping against the ground of his porch. The creeks made noise below him with each step he took. Almost like the anticipation was building up slowly as he opened the front door and walked through the threshold.
When he had closed the door behind him he noticed that some of the lights were turned on. He hadn’t thought much of it, but he did notice how his uncle wasn’t asleep on the sofa bed like he usually was. He stepped deeper into the house trying to find anyone. Arvin had made a move to go to his room. He removed his cap and was going to toss it onto his bed when he halted as he had passed the kitchen. He stepped back and turned at the opening of the kitchen. All three of them lifted their heads to stare at the boy. Arvin gulped as he realized their expressions read anything but happy to see him.
“W-What are ya doin’ up?” He eyed the two women who had appeared to be looking at something on the table. “It’s pretty late ain’t it?”
His uncle was smoking a joint not giving the boy another glance.
“Arvin, come here please.”
“Something the matter, grandma?” He slowly stepped forward to the end of the table.
“Yes Arvin, something is wrong.” Grandma Emma casted her gaze down to the picture that lay on the table. She hesitated touching it, then quickly pushed it away towards Arvin. She grabbed a hold onto Lenora’s hands who hadn’t said a word. “Care to explain that?” She gestured to the picture.
Arvin finally understood what all the fuss was about. He could feel his heart pumping loudly in his ears as he slowly reached down to pick up the picture. The one picture of you he had that he took care of so much.
“Grandma-” He began but she cut him off.
“You’re seeing a-” She tried saying it but she couldn’t find it in herself. “How could you do this to us? Do you know what will happen if word gets out.” She exclaimed.
“That’s probably why he’s been goin’ out so much, he’s probably sneaking-” Lenora pointed out.
“Shut up Lenora!” Arvin clenched his jaw.
“Have you been seeing that girl all this time?” Emma looked hurt.
“Grandma please listen-” Arvin pleaded.
“I just don’t understand how this could-”
“Grandma I can explain-”
“-happen. What about Anna, huh? That poor girl…Have I taught you nothing boy because-”
“I LOVE HER!” Arvin shouted over his grandma.
She gasped as she looked at him with wide eyes. This time his uncle finally looked at him. He removed the cigar from his mouth and put it out.
“Excuse me?”
“I love her grandma.” Arvin could feel water build up in his eyes. “This girl right here.” He lifted the picture and made it face his family. “I love her so much and this is exactly why I didn’t tell anybody.” Arvin began crying as he explained himself. “Y/n and I are so scared that something terrible will happen, and I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to her, grandma. I love her…and I don’t care if you like it or not.” He let his arms fall to his side. He was tired. The three of them shared a look then stared up at Arvin.
“Alright then…” Grandma Emma nodded.
“Alright then?” Arvin furrowed his brows. “That’s it…”
“Alright then.” Grandma Emma nodded her head.
“You’re okay with this?”
“We’re not happy with that fact you didn’t tell us.” His uncle finally spoke up. “But this is your life boy, do what ya want with it, and if this Y/n girl makes ya happy then alright then.” His uncle slapped the side of his forearm.
“What’d ya think we were gonna do Arvin?” Lenora asked.
“I don’t know…” Arvin breathed out.
“Don’t think too low of us boy, we ain’t bad people here. We’re ya family, remember that.” His uncle eyed him.
“Yeah.” Arvin was slowly letting his guard down again. He finally looked up to eye his grandma who was having a hard time looking at him. “Grandma?” He lifted his eyebrows at her.
“Tell us things next time, Arvin.” Grandma Emma finally looked up at him. “Your momma raised you well boy.” A smile slowly making its way to her lips. “Do you know if Y/n likes homemade Beef Bourguignon or fudge cake?” She stared up at the boy nervously. This caused Arvin to smile.
“As a matter of fact she does, Grandma.” Arvin let out a breathy laugh. “Why’d ya ask?”
“I’d like to meet the girl who makes my grandson smile so much?” Grandma Emma shrugged.
“I’ll ask her.” He nodded.
“Does Y/n like books?” Lenora seemed to ask out of nowhere. It wasn’t a secret that Lenora had a hard time making friends. Maybe this could be her chance at making one who didn’t pick on her for being Arvin’s step-sister.
“She loves them, Lenora.” Arvin smiled fondly at the thought of you reading to him on one of your nightly dates in the woods. Lenora gently smiled and nodded.
Silence fell over the four of them as they all came to a middle ground. No more arguing, no more secrets. They knew and he could relax a little more. They were going to meet you and that’s all he wanted. He was so scared of them being against the idea of him being with you, but they weren’t and it made him so happy.
“You guys will love her.” Arvin smiled nodding.
“If you do Arvin, then I know we will too.” His uncle smiled up at the boy.
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Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!
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Characters/Universes
TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock
Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |
Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴
Series ↴
Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎
Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁
Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎
Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |
Oneshots ↴
The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡
All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡
Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴
Series ↴
The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓
Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞
The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁
Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁
Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁
Oneshots ↴
The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |
Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Peter Parker (MCU) ↴
Oneshot ↴
Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈
No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |
Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡
In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."
White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡
Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁
It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁
Series ↴
Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|
The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Steve Harrington (ST) ↴
Series ↴
Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁
You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |
Oneshots ↴
The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞
Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡
Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡
Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡
Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |
I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡
Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Eddie Munson ↴
Oneshot ↴
Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡
Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈
Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡
I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |
His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |
Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡
Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."
Series ↴
Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Spencer Ried (CM) ↴
Oneshots ↴
Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡
Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡
Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡
Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡
No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |
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Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴
Oneshots ↴
Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡
Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡
Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡
Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡
Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡
Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |
A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |
I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁
New mom | by @marvelslut16 |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴
Series ↴
Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."
Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |
Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁
Oneshots ↴
Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡
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John Shelby (PB) ↴
Oneshots ↴
Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |
Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴
Oneshots
A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Steddie (ST) ↴
Oneshots
Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Billy (ST) ↴
Oneshots ↴
Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |
♠ ♤ ♣ ♧
Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴
Oneshots ↴
Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"
Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.
#daryl dixon x reader#peter parker x reader#rick grimes x reader#aaron hotch x reader#arvin russell x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#tommy shelby x reader#john shelby x reader#spencer reid x reader#alfie solomons x reader#daryl x reader#aaron hotch fanfiction#rick grimes x you#peter parker fanfiction#tasm peter parker x reader
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ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot
(not my gif)
“I think I’m gonna be sad
I think is today, yeah
The girl that’s driving me mad
Is goin’ away”
pairing: arvin russel x f!reader
summary: there’s nothing holding you in this city.
content warning: 18+, smut right bellow the cut, unprotected sex, angst, bad words, mentions of suicide, mentions of murder, toxic relationship, movie spoilers.
a.n: first Arvin fic! (rewatching this movie really woke something in me). dark fics aren’t really my thing but Arvin Russel is not exactly a role model of mental health so I think this fits best.
song inspiration
Arvin’s breath was totally pathless, his dick pumping hard into you while his grip on your waist got stronger every second, like he was trying to get you impossibly close to his body. If someone could see his car from the outside, the weird way it was moving could definitely denounce the activities in the back seat.
"I'm so close, baby. You're taking my cock so well." Arvin says breathlessly on your ears, knowing exactly how to get you worked up. He needs no verbal answer that it had an effect in you when feels you tight around him right after his words. "That's right, honey. Keep going like that. Shit, I love you so much."
"I love you." You kiss him deeply like life depends on it and feel the knot on your stomach getting harder to hold, finally releasing on his dick. Letting your body rest on his.
"Come with me." You say after a long moment of silence, touching the subject you both been avoiding, feeling like the air around you was unbearably heavy holding this question in. You move your body up to get him out of you and sitting by his side, still waiting for an answer, that came after a heavy sigh from the boy.
"You know I can't, baby. Not after Lenora, I can't leave my family, not now that they need me the most." You sigh. He was right, you did know that, it has been like that for months now. You had your mind made that you were leaving, then it came to going say your goodbyes to Arvin, you give it to temptation, you both end up in bed or the back of his car.
You wanted to leave this town, more than anything, this place felt like poison, taking away all your hopes to forget the past and move on with Arvin. Like living here costed all your rights to be happy, or free. What you wished that was different, was the cost that such decision had implied to you. Arvin had people who needed him, he had a family. All you had was him.
Flashbacks come to you, at high school Arvin protected you quite literally with his own damn life. Threatening anyone who dared to touch a finger his girl to loose that very finger, or they ugly damn heads. At the time, you made plans with him to run away together when you grew up. Back then, it would just be another case of kids who ran away to try life on a near town, you’d come back to visit, send letters after settled wherever. It was the perfect plan to live a perfect life.
But perfect things do not exist.
It all started to go to shit (even more) when Teagardin showed up in town. You had a bad feeling about him since the start. Lenora, in her place, she had faith in people, specially if that person was the reverend, dear lord, why would she suspect they meant any harm?
But she should.
The man had the worst of the intentions. Of course, as a figure of respect in the city, who would be crazy enough to question anything that he said or did? But again, they should’ve.
After Arvin lost her, you were fundamental for him not to break down, although you were close to an attack yourself, you knew Arvin would need all support he could get, so you provided him that. You stopped him from crossing the line when he couldn't hold it together, but now, you now selfishly wished you didn’t.
If you had killed the bastard he’d have no choice but to run away with you.
“Let’s do it,” you say to him, hovering over his warm body again “let’s put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head and then we get the hell out of here.” you grin at him facing an expression on Arvin’s face that for the first time on years you couldn’t read. “C’mon, Arvin, you almost did it before.”
“Yeah... Almost, but you yourself talked me out of it. What changed?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.
“Everything.” you kiss his jaw and cup his face to stare him deep in the eyes. “If you’re stuck here, honey, so am I. If you say no, that’s fine, I’ll stay here, with you, as much as try my fucking best I can’t go without you.” you fix yourself to sit comfortably on his lap and continue. “But if you say yes,” you start kissing down his neck between words “we get our justice and get the fuck out, just me and you, baby,” you peck his lips “what do you say?”
You can see Arvin put up a fight with himself behind his eyes, trying to still find some moral left on his brain, deep down, he knew the only thing holding him back from doing justice with his own hands was the fear he had of letting you down, now, seeing you like this, Arvin couldn’t find a single crumble of a reason not to, the offer was too inviting.
“I say I’m with you to the end...let’s do this.” You grin proudly at your boyfriend and kiss him with passion, knowing once in for all once your plan was complete you would never step on these cursed grounds ever again.
#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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not a fever dream, just a fever ~ arvin russell
summary: request given by anonymous - "could you do a blurb or oneshot about arvin looking after his sick girlfriend or the other way around please. Thanks :)"
warnings: language
word count: 1.5k
You were laying in your bed, your body facing the small window. Your mother had kept you from going to school today because your head was burning up. Reluctantly, you laid back down in your bed and tried to fall asleep, your head making it near to impossible. Your mother was quick to shut the curtains to keep the light from coming in, but it didn’t help much. You took the small rag with ice cubes that your father had prepared for you. The ice had melted, leaving a dripping and wet rag. Sitting up in your bed, you regained yourself, letting your sight catch up to the rest of your senses. You flipped the covers over your legs and set the damp cloth over your head. The wood floor beneath your feet was cold as you stepped to the ground. Your nightgown fell over your legs, warming you up. You gripped onto the nightstand as you stood up, ensuring that you couldn’t fall over. You continued your movements as you made your way down the hall to the kitchen.
You were so dizzy that you couldn’t see straight, but you somehow managed to make your way to the freezer. You opened the small appliance and grabbed a little more ice out of the new bag your father had just bought. The more that you stood there preparing the small rag, the more you felt like you were going to fall over. You were thankful for the counter behind you, supporting most of your weight. The rag was cold now, so you placed it on your head, catching your breath before moving. It seemed like the whole world was moving under you. It was almost like walking on one of those chain bridges you used to walk across on playgrounds as a kid. Your legs couldn’t walk in a straight line, but you were afraid to look down at your feet because it would make your vision all fuzzy again. Your ears were ringing so you couldn’t even make it all the way around the kitchen without toppling over.
But you didn’t hit the ground. The familiar scent of oil and diesel surrounded your senses and your hands grasped at the warm pair of arms circling your figure. The ice from your rag was all over the floor, melting. You wanted to cry, but would be too embarrassed if you let Arvin see you cry.
“Darlin’, hey…Are you alright?” When you didn’t respond, he shifted his hold on you to free a hand. His touch went to your forehead and his cold hands felt good. But the truth was, they weren’t cold at all. “Fuck baby, your burnin’ up.”
He maneuvered his hands under you to lift you up. You hadn’t realized that you were still on the ground, feeling like you were flying. The only thing that prevented you from thinking it was a dream was your boyfriend continuing to talk to you. But you couldn’t get a word out to respond, only small whimpers and whines.
Arvin had no idea why you didn’t call him first thing this morning. You knew that he had dropped out of his schooling to work for his grandma. You went to school with Lenora and that was how you met in the first place. He would have dropped everything at the shop if he knew you were in this bad of shape. The only reason he stopped by was because Lenora had phoned him from school, complaining about how you weren’t there. Your parents, or father at least, were negligent people. Being their only child, it was a surprise that they expected you not to rely on them and grow up strong on your own. Most of your friends were spoiled rotten by their mother and father if they were the only child. Arvin didn’t understand what led your father to leave someone as sweet and fragile as you all on your own. He started taking up responsibilities to take care of you when they wouldn’t. Driving you to school, helping you with school work even though he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. You could always rely on him to be your shoulder to cry on, be your best friend. He wanted to brag to Lenora about how much time he spent with you. And you took care of him too, taking care of his cuts and bruises from fights in the back of the school yard, reading to him when he was upset because he never learned by himself. Whenever you read him stories, you always used voices similar to the way a teacher would read to her students. On the rare occasion, you would draw his attention in and he’d ask you how to read a sentence or too. Arvin loved it when you taught him to read. It was yet another excuse to spend time with you.
Arvin opened your bedroom door by lightly kicking it open. Your bed was all disheveled, blankets and pillows thrown all across the floor and sheets coming up from the corners. He laid you down among the mess, but grabbed the closest pillow to support your head. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck, not wanting to let go. When he felt you were relaxed on the bed enough, he reached back to unconnect your hands.
“No, no, no, no, no, don’t go,” you cried.
“I’m not leavin’ baby, just goin’ to get some ice.”
He felt terrible even leaving you for a second, but you were getting hotter by the minute. Arvin ran back to the kitchen and picked up what unmelted cubes he could and threw them inside the rag. He grabbed new ice and put the cloth together, wrapping it up nicely so it wouldn’t fall apart. Quickly making his way back to you, he saw you rolling around, your nightgown coming up with every move of your body.
“Darlin’ you gotta stop movin’. I gotta put ice on your head.” He kneeled down next to your bed and pulled your nightgown down in an effort to get you to stop moving. Once you were still he rubbed his hand up and down your thigh to calm you down with his free hand placing the ice on your head.
Your features stopped contorting and a small smile broke out across your face. Your eyes fluttered open to find the boy looking down at you, his brown eyes filled with worry.
“Arvin?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “It’s me.”
“You always take such good care of me, Arv. What did I do to deserve you?”
He chuckled. “I should be askin’ that of you…Why didn’tcha call me?”
“I didn’t wanna bother you. I know you work.”
“I’d drop it in a second if it meant spendin’ time with you.”
You smiled and closed your eyes. Exhaustion was weighing you down, preventing you from having the energy to talk anymore. You wanted to thank Arvin for coming, but you just didn’t have it in you. The both of you stayed like that for a while, Arvin either rubbing your leg or combing his fingers through your hair. He replaced the ice when it melted, and though he wasn’t the best singer, tried to hum a few songs. Whenever his voice cracked or he missed a note, you would giggle, making him light up. You never wanted this afternoon to end, but you knew that your father would eventually be home and then it would be ‘bye-bye Arvin.’ Your father didn’t appreciate the Russell’s. Class-wise, or as high as class could go in Knockemstiff, Arvin and yourself were on two opposite sides of the spectrum. While you had no problem with it, it was a huge issue for your father. Your parents had always tried to keep you from talking with anyone they felt was dirt on the bottom of your shoes, but the only school in town wasn’t as prestigious as your old one. It allowed your fate to fall into society's hands, upsetting your father in the process.
“I gotta go soon. I never told my boss I left. He’s gotta be wonderin’ where I am right about now.”
You hadn’t moved in a while, but your stiff muscles managed to grasp onto the boy’s arm when he tried to pull away.
“No, I don’t want you to go.”
He was conflicted. It wasn’t really about work, more about fear of your father, but he couldn’t leave you whining like this.
“Alright. Just a little longer.”
“Cuddle?” you quietly asked, your figure shrinking.
“I guess,” he teased. Arvin got up from his spot on the floor and took off his boots before getting into bed with you. You squirmed into his touch, your body flush against his. You were still hot, but to you, he was cold to the touch. “Sleep, darlin’.”
And you did just that.
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Outer Range Masterlist
Oneshots
My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)
Half the reason you're in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.
Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)
Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.
The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)
You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.
I'll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)
Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.
Can't Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K)
Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.
Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)
When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward.
Drabbles
Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)
You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.
I get on my knees, but it ain't to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)
In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.
Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)
Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).
Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)
When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.
Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)
After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.
Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)
If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.
Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)
You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.
Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)
A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.
Series
Stand By Me Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)
When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.
Small Mistakes New Beginnings Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)
After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.
Headcanons
Jealous Rhett
Rhett and Cowboy!Jake Crossover
Being Rhett's Housewife
♡Main Masterlist♡
Thank you @callsignhurricane for my beautiful headers!
#masterlist#rhett abbott x female reader#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#outer range#outer range fanfic
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what i read this month - january & february '23
❀ = nsfw/mature content, minors dni
reminder to read the warnings before a fic & to support writers by reblogging :)
organized alphabetically by fandom, then by pairing, then by author
the amazing spider-man
peter parker blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: tasm!peter parker x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
summary: he eats all her cookies she made and he tries to make up for it by making some for her but in true peter style he burns them
commentary: this is soooo peter i love it
the devil all the time
arvin russell christmas blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: arvin russell x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff
summary: baking cookies with arvin
commentary: arvin being all smooth at the end got me
marvel
peter parker christmas blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: mcu!peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff
summary: a and b pinch each other's nose instead of kissing under the mistletoe
commentary: come on, it's cookie writing a fluffy christmas blurb, of course it's going to be the cutest frickin' thing you've ever read 🥰
dad!peter parker christmas blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: dad!peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff
summary: sharing a blanket in front of the fireplace with dad!peter
commentary: this blurb was just straight 🥰😍❤️
peter parker blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: peter parker x reader, enemies to lovers, blurb, genre: fluff
summary: after issues with the quinjet, you and peter are stranded which isn't so great considering you two hate each other
commentary: enemies to lovers eats every single time and omg tony at the end bahahah
stranger things
proving it - @harrysweasleys
type: eddie munson x reader, oneshot, genre: angst, fluff, hurt comfort
summary: eddie messes up big time and rushes to you to fix it
commentary: when the reader says 'it's fine' and he says 'no, it's not' 😩 the ownership of his actions, i love it
robin buckley blurb - @jellyfishbeansontoast
type: robin buckley x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
summary: after a sweet moment, you and robin discuss some daydreams of your future with each other
commentary: so stinkin' cute!!! & no catsitting for dustin got me hahah
steve harrington blurb - @t-lostinworlds
type: steve harrington x reader, blurb, genre: fluff, angst
summary: you taking steve's self sacrificial role ends in a love confession from him
commentary: ahhh i felt all the emotions through this!! loved it! loved it! loved it! the love confession had my heart for sure
tom holland & co
tom holland christmas blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: dad!tom holland x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff
summary: building a snowman with dad!tom
commentary: tom and june 🥹 too cute to handle
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nathan drake new years blurb - @parkerpeter24
type: nathan drake x reader, blurb, friends to lovers, new years, genre: fluff
summary: heist gone wrong
commentary: loved the details in this one!!
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Predictions
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader
Summary: Your midwife predicts the sex of your baby, but Arvin isn't too sure how reliable it is.
Warnings: pregnancy, old wives tales on predicting sex of baby, mentions of sex
Word Count: 1028
A/N: This is part of my Planting Seeds AU with Arvin! Thought it'd be a sweet continuation of "His Girl". Be sure to leave suggestions and requests for more on this story!
“There’s really no telling in what the baby will be, right?” you smoothed your hands over your dress as you cradled your fifth-month bump. “How will we be sure what clothes to buy?” you glanced up, looking at your best friend Diane who was also your midwife.
She was a lifesaver for the past five months.
After you haven’t gotten your period and you were experiencing morning sickness, you called up Diane to see if you needed to go to the doctor. While you were panicking, standing by the doorway of the kitchen, thinking the worst; Diane was in the middle of washing dishes, needing to take a moment to laugh.
Even though she pulled the phone away from her, the sounds of her howling made you frown in embarrassment. But she composed herself, putting the phone back against her ear to tell you what was wrong.
And nothing was wrong, to your relief. You were pregnant.
It was quite a shock at first, but then you realized your husband dragging you towards him every chance he got to knock you up the past month and a half lead to no surprise at all. He was very determined and it worked.
You were actually pregnant.
The sounds of your tears now were heard through the phone and Diane comforted you, but you were able to muster out enough words of reassurance. You wanted this. More importantly, Arvin wanted this.
You were going to be a family.
And when you finally told him the news- you never thought you’d see Arvin happier as he pulled you in for a loving hug before he was leading you back to the bedroom for some “celebratory sex”.
Your body shook with pleasure that night. Arvin was so gentle and careful with you. Eyes burned with desire as he stared at you. He finally did it. He finally got you pregnant.
Now four months have passed and you were enjoying a day out with Diane and her husband. They had invited you for lunch and now the two men were out in the driveway, fixing her husband’s truck.
Two men working hard under the burning sun really was an enjoyable sight.
“Your hips are definitely wider, but you do have that pregnancy glow,” she studied you, grabbing your hands gently to help you sit down.
“What does that have to do with anything?” you furrowed your brows.
“Wide hips mean you’re expecting a girl, but the fact that you look radiant as ever means you’re having a boy,” she explained, taking a seat next to you. “Have you been craving more sweets or savory things?” she asked, the sound of her six-month-old babbling for her attention.
“I’m sending Arvin to the store for potato chips and pickles almost every day,” you chuckled, watching her as she picked up her son from his spot on the floor. “And I used to make a pie every week or something of the sort, but it makes me sick at the thought,” you felt uneasy when you mentioned it.
She sat back down, the boy sitting contently in her arms as she pondered.
“Hmmm, and the way Arvin still seems to be keeping up in shape,” she trailed, eyes tracing over to your husband. “I’d say you’re having a boy,” she grinned, turning back to you.
You glanced your husband’s way and the sight of him dressed in his plain white tee, back muscles showing through as he tightened a bolt really made you horny. But you wondered why his body has anything to do with the sex of your baby.
“It’s common logic that when a husband gains weight during your pregnancy, it means you’re having a girl,” she quickly elaborated, seeing as you weren’t catching along.
“Hmm, well I’ll be dammed,” you mused, staring down at your bump. “How accurate is this?” you questioned, still skeptical.
“All the same things happened to me and I gave birth to my baby boy,” she said, smiling down at her baby.
You smiled warmly at the sight. You couldn’t wait until you were able to do that with your baby. And the thought of Arvin holding them made your heart soar.
“Well, we got the truck all fixed, shouldn’t be an issue anymore,” Arvin spoke as he and Andy made their way up the steps of the back porch.
You watched intently as he wiped the grease from his hands, his veins on his forearms more prominent than ever. Man, you were drooling.
“Thanks again, Arvin, you’re too sweet helping Andy,” Diane praised your husband, pulling you out of your trance.
You saw the way he became slightly bashful, your heart thumping even more.
“No problem at all, Diane, thank you for the lunch,” he smiled.
“See you later, Diane,” you stood, kissing her on the cheek and making sure to say bye to little Jason before you hugged Andy, the two of you make your departure.
~~~~~
“What do you think of a boy?” you turned to Arvin, his eyes focused on the road.
“I thought we were saying it’s a girl,” he looked at you for a split second.
“I know, but Diane was saying there are ways to predict the sex and she had all of them and she’s the one with a boy,” you raised a brow. “But either way, I’ll be happy,” you placed your hands back on your belly.
“Although Diane is your midwife, there is no way you can know, not even those so-called smart doctors can tell,” he reasoned. “Besides, we buy all boy clothes and end up with a girl? That’s one thing I’m not going to have, everyone thinking my princess is a boy,” he scoffed.
“You seem to be very adamant on having a girl, Arvin,” you laughed, reaching over to stroke his hair back. “I’m just saying,” you softly said, running your thumb along his cheek.
“I know, sweetheart,” he reached for your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I’d be happy either way too,” he reached for your bump, rubbing circles with his hand.
“Can’t wait to meet them,” you inhaled deeply.
“Me too.”
~~~~~
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what’s a song that you’ve always wanted to recommend to somebody but never had the right chance or opportunity? or have you ever been inspired by a song to write something specific but ultimately never did?
okay for the second question. i want to write something about arvin russell based on crush by ethel cain, or any ethel cain song really -- i just haven’t yet! so i’m copyrighting this idea and if i see any oneshots of the sort op will NOT come out unscathed!!!!!!!!!
anyways, i have so many recs that i want to show people! my brain is like the spotify algorithm in real time. it’s disgusting.
fireworks by radiator hospital made me fucking sob last night because it reminds me of college and living in a very rural area and being in love and that weird gross passionate feeling of unrequited love. it’s so sweet and it hurts so much.
i’ve probably rec’d this before but super stars by yves tumor is probably one of my favorite songs of all time. there’s gotta be some kind of drug in it idk
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𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! <33
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
School had been like any other regular day. You’d wait for the bell to dismiss all of you. Then you would start making your way towards your locker to put up or get the books you’d need to use for homework. By then you’d turn around and be welcomed by the gorgeous face that was your boyfriends. However this time when you turned around you were faced with the emptiness of the hallways. Everyone had gone home by now.
You never thought much of it since Arvin was always on time, but this time you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Your gut was screaming at you to start walking. Not exactly towards home just towards the exit. Once you pushed open the double doors you stood still. Taking in the air. Breathing it in…making yourself aware of the noises. What you were hearing specifically. Your head turned towards the corner of the building, then after another yell was heard you dropped your bag and took off towards the sound.
When you finally rounded the corner you were met with a sight you never wanted to witness again. Being held down by a bunch of jocks was Arvin. His arms were being held back so he couldn’t defend himself. You knew he could, but even then he couldn’t do anything as they were hitting him.
“Hey!” You yelled as you ran towards them. “Get off of him!” You shoved the one that was about to land another blow to his face, and made him hit the pavement. “Arvin!”
“Y/n, stay out of this!” Arvin groaned.
“I’d listen to him baby doll!” One of them warned you.
“And if I don’t? You gonna hit a girl Travis?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Or would you rather I tell your daddy you’ve been stashing your weed behind the school’s garbage cans.” Travis grew quiet. “Oh, no then? That’s what I thought. Get lost Travis!”
“Let’s ditch this lot boys. I’ve had nuff of this broad and this idiot.” He ran his hand under his nose and snuffed. His boys shoved Arvin to the ground as they left. You ran by his side and helped him up.
“You’re done for, Travis!” Arvin tried throwing himself at him but you held him back. “Done for!”
“Hey! He’s not worth it, Arvin.” You pleaded as you pressed your hand into his shoulder blade. “Hey look at me. He’s not worth it.”
“The next time I see em-”
You stopped him short and pressed your lips against his. He tensed up and then relaxed as he melted against your lips.
“Not worth it, okay.”
“Not worth it.” He hummed as he pulled you closer by the waist.
#arvin russell#arvin russel imagine#arvin russell imagines#arvin russel oneshot#arvin russell x reader#arvin russell x fem!reader#tom holland#tom holland imagine#my gif#writings by juls
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Lucky | A.R. Blurb
a/n: hi! so this is my first time writing for Arvin and I’m pretty excited about it! Please be kind if you leave feedback 💚
pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader
wc: 302?
warnings: mentions of blood, fluff, unedited
The truck came to a stop and the engine died. Arvin slumped back in his seat with a sigh. His bloody fists gripped the steering wheel tightly as he stared through the dash window. Y/n turned her body towards the boy next her and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Arvin, you didn’t have to do that for me, you know?” She scooted herself closer to Arvin and grabbed the piece of cloth from the glove box. Y/n getting grabbed his right hand and began cleaning each knuckle.
“M always gonna protect ya, y/n” He placed a small and gentle kiss on her cheek. “For as long as I live.” Y/n’s ears burned and her lips tugged into a grin.
“I love you, Arvin.” She nuzzled her face into his jacket, taking in his scent. Y/n listened as raindrops fell on the roof of the beaten down truck. Arvin’s heartbeat soothed her anxieties about what had just happened.
Arvin ran his fingertips through Y/n’s hair and kisses her temple. “I love ya too, darling.”
Y/n looked up at the dark-haired boy and kissed his lips softly. Their lips moulded together and she smiled into the kiss. Her heartbeat always sped up when they kissed. She loved this boy with her whole being and she prayed every night that he was safe.
Y/n pulled away from the kiss and grinned. Arvin’s eyebrow raised and tilted his head to the side,
“Whatcha thinkin’, baby?” He asked, his fingers tucking a strain of hair behind her ear.
“Just that ‘m lucky to have you.” She nuzzled her nose against his and pecked his lips. Arvin chuckled and pulled her closer. He rested his head on top of hers and sighed,
“M lucky to have ya too, baby.”
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He Needed It More Than Me
Arvin Russell Gif Imagine
*WARNINGS*
Mentions of violence, cigarettes and 1 swear word
•❅───────✧❅✦❅✧───────❅•
•❅───────✧❅✦❅✧───────❅•
Arvin Russell was a broken boy. Notice the past tense?
He was the type to send a flirty smile in the direction of any and every woman in a room but never took advantage of them. He'd smoke and beat the shit out of men but only ever for an ethical reason.
Arvin has a good heart and pure intentions but unfortunately didn't have the best role models. Religion had failed on him and it sure didn't help to have such a phony preacher lurking around the "Holy church".
Arvin soon started to get tired of his repetitive life and was in his car one day when he laid eyes on you for the first time. In a field full of wildflower, he watched you in awe with a cigarette between his lips as you picked flowers from the ground and bunched them up in your left hand. With your right hand you pulled the ribbon in your hair letting the beautiful locks fall free.
Arvin got out of his car but kept observing you while you tied the stem of your bouquet with the piece of satin. He noticed every little detail from the way your hair ever so slightly moved in the warm breeze or the way you bit your bottom lip in concentration. His favourite detail must have been when you smiled a breathtakingly angelic smile in satisfaction with your final product.
You lift the bouquet up to your nose to smell the esense produced by the blossoms. You felt someone's gaze on you making you look over your shoulder and smile at the cute but slightly filthy boy around the same age as you standing near a truck.
Arvin takes the cigarette butt out of his mouth and drops it on the road, squishing it beneath his boots. He looks up and sees you walking towards him. Panicking, Arvin wipes his hands on the back of his jeans and takes his cap off for a second to slick his hair back.
"Hi, I'm Arvin." Arvin puts his cap back on his head and offers his hand for you to shake. You accept and shake his hand feeling the calloused and tough skin covered in a thin layer of dirt. Arvin on the other hand felt your soft and small hand radiating a foreign sort of warmth. He looks up when you release your grip and bring your hands back to your body.
You look down at your bouquet of flowers and offer it towards the boy in front of you.
"Y/N." That was the last thing you said before you quickly placed the flowers in Arvin's hands and walked towards the direction of your home.
"He needed it more than me."
"She's...an angel."
𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴_𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘨
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Happy New Year
Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Warnings: some swearing
Word count: I don’t even know
A/N: Okay! So now that the tags are working again, let’s try this one more time. My name is Peter Parker - no I’m kidding but I tried posting this last night for New Years, but then the tags crapped out so yeah. Here ya go and enjoy!
“Alright team!” Tony clapped his hands together making everyone in the room jump. “Let’s talk New Years.”
“You’re not throwing a gigantic gala are you, Stark?” Wanda said turning the page of her book.
He sat down next to you. “No, I just wanted to do a little something for the team. Do some party foods, watch some movies; I think it’ll be fun. Besides it’s New Year’s Eve today so it would be completely short notice. Otherwise I would.”
“Yeah that sounds great,” Nat started. “What kind of food do we want?” She stood up to grab a piece of paper and a pen.
“We could do homemade pizza,” Peter said.
You perked up. “Ooh yes!” He smiled at you with his perfect smile and you could feel your cheeks heating up. You quickly looked away, ignoring the little smirk Nat was giving you.
Your phone buzzed and you looked down to see a text from Ned
What time is movie night tonight?
Oh shit, you thought. “Hey Pete, we’re gonna be late for movie night.”
Peter’s face lit up at the sound of movie night. He had completely forgot about it even though it was a twice a week thing. “Yeah we better get going. I promised Ned I would have his grape soda for him.”
You both said your goodbyes and started walking towards the doors. “Why he can’t he buy it himself?” You asked.
“Because he said…”
Your voices trailed off as the rest of the team looked at each other.
Nat shook her head. “We’ve got to them together.”
“I agree, but how do we know they even like each other?” Steve asked.
That’s when Wanda looked up from her book. “Oh don’t worry,” she tapped her forehead. “They definitely do.”
Tony looked at her, bewildered. “Um excuse me, how do you know?”
“Because I can read minds, Stark. One day Y/N wore a low cut shirt and I made the mistake of walking past Peter as he stared at her.” She shuddered at the memory.
Tony’s eyes were about to come out of his head. “Nope nope nope.” He shook his head and started walking away.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Steve threw his hands up.
“To replace all of Y/N’s shirts with turtlenecks.”
—-
By the time you and Peter came back the compound was decked out in streamers and party hats lying around. The living room was plastered with paper streamers of blue and green and red and black. Colors were everywhere. Nat and Steve were getting the pizza stations ready in the kitchen. Vision was helping Wanda attempt homemade pizza dough. Everyone had gathered in the living room setting up movies and snacks. It really was a party.
“Wow you guys went all out,” you said as you admired the set up.
“Yeah well it’s been a crazy year so we decided to try and end it on a good note,” Tony came up and kissed your forehead.
You walked over to where Nat was attempting to hang a party streamer over the doorway. “So Y/N,” she started. “Got any plans for tonight?”
“Um not that I know of,” you laughed.
“Not any special someone to spend it with?”
“Nope, but thanks for reminding me that I’m single though.”
“No babe that’s not what I meant.”
You scrunched your eyebrows. “Then what did you mean?”
Nat’s eyes widen with realization that she was about to ruin their plan. “You know what? I don’t know why I said anything. You should um, go play some video games or something.”
“I don’t play video games.”
“Then go read a book or something; I don’t know Y/N.” She went back to fixing the streamer as you walked off, confused.
Everyone was doing something. Steve was moving furniture for some reason, Bucky and Sam were bickering as per usual, Wanda and Vision were still in the kitchen. Your dad was supervising. Everyone was there, except for one person.
You knocked on the lab door. “Hey, Pete.”
He looked up from the table, putting down his tools. “Hey,” he smiled.
“Whatcha doing?” He made room for you as sat down next to him. He smelled of warm vanilla.
“Well everyone’s acting so weird in there I figured I could work on some stuff for my suit.”
“Okay so it’s not just Nat!” You yelled.
“What do you mean?”
“Nat kept asking me if I had any plans and someone to spend it with. And then she got all nervous.”
“Weird. Sam and Bucky were asking me the same thing, but I didn’t think too much about it because they’re always doing that. But this Steve came in and told them to change the subject.”
You were more than confused. “You think they’re planning something?”
“Maybe. But I don’t what.” The situation may have been weird, but Peter couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful you were. The way you laughed, the way you cared endlessly for everyone, the way you looked at him. Call him crazy, but he could’ve sworn that you leaned towards him. He looked down to your lips and back to your gorgeous eyes.
“Um what’s happening here?”
You both jumped at sound of your dad’s voice.
Peter cleared his throat. “Um, nothing Mr. Stark. Nothing at all.”
Your dad didn’t look sure but brushed it off. “Alright well, come make your pizzas.” He eyes you two before walking off.
You stood up. “We should, um.”
“Yeah.”
—-
“Okay so they definitely like each other.” Tony rushed into the kitchen nearly knocking over Bucky.
Wanda turned it to him. “Stark, I told you that.”
“Yeah okay fine, but I was just in the lab and they were close. A little too close for my liking.”
Nat’s face lit up. “Like they were about to kiss?”
“Yes,” he frowned.
“Okay, so what’s the plan for the Spiderling and Ms. Stark?” Thor asked.
“We’re just gonna have a good time and when we turn on the tv for the News Years countdown, we’re going to subtly push Peter and Y/N towards each other. Like get them together and hopefully they kiss,” Nat explained.
Sam nodded. “Solid plan.”
“Okay guys shut up here they come,” Steve said harshly.
“Hey guys,” Peter waved.
Thor very awkwardly leaned against the counter. “Hey-hey guys. We’re weren’t just talking about you two. What plan?”
“Plan?” Peter scrunched his eyebrows.
“You guys have a plan?” You asked.
“No, Thor’s been hitting the Asgardian ale a bit early. He’s already tipsy.” Wanda hit his arm.
“Ouch!”
“Well, we were just going to make some pizza,” you started. “So…”
“Oh right! Of course. Come on gang.” Nat practically dragged everyone out of the kitchen.
Peter looked at you when everyone was gone. “That was weird.”
“Yeah they’re definitely up to something.”
The two of you laughed and got to work on your pizzas. Ten minutes and a huge mess later you finished them. You went for the classic pizza look. Pepperonis scattered with cheese covering the bottom. Peter however went for a…unique look.
“Peter what is that?” You laughed.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing it’s just. You.” His pizza was well, him. Spider-Man. He managed to make the pepperonis and black olives into his spidey mask. It was cute.
“Yeah and it’s amazing.” He threw a pepperoni at you which resulted in you tossing g cheese at him. It soon turned into a mini food fight.
“Stop it,” you laughed as you dodged an olive.
“Hey,” Steve interrupted. “Countdowns on.”
The tv was blaring around the living room. The whole team sat around and was anxiously waiting for the New Year.
Ten…
They all awaited the ball to drop
Nine..
“Hey Y/N will you go get me a drink?”
“Sure Nat”
Eight..
“Hey Underoos get me another slice of pizza.” Tony ordered.
“Okay.”
Seven…Six… Five…
You bumped into Peter not hearing him over the yelling. “Fancy meeting you here, spidey,” you smiled.
“Likewise,” he laughed.
Three…two…
You couldn’t help but notice the lighting on Peter’s face. The shadows of the streamers reflecting on him. His curls were of course in his face but it cute. It was him. You looked around his face. Everything was perfect. Maybe the team was up to something. But you didn’t care what. All you could think was Peter. He occupied your thoughts constantly. You wanted to kiss him so badly.
“Y/N…what’s wr-“
One…
“Fuck it; can I kiss you?” You asked.
“Please.”
You leaned him and he caught your bottom lip between his. You were finally kissing him. After months of stolen glances and weary touches this was the moment. It was everything. His lips tasted of his strawberry chapstick you gave him. You both were so wrapped up in the kiss you didn’t even hear the rest of team shouting for the new year. You didn’t care though.
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what i read this month - april ‘22
❀ = nsfw content, minors dni
the devil all the time
i usually hate the holiday season, but it’s a little more bearable with you - @parkerpeter24
summary: you make everything better to arvin, even the things he normally dislikes
arvin russell x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
marvel
❀ period gains - @parkerpeter24
summary: peter finds out that you’re on your period and he can’t go down on you but he can do other stuff
peter parker x reader, oneshot, genre: fluff/smut
tom holland & co
❀ pinky promises - @sunshinehollandd
summary: being a single dad to a four-year-old isn’t easy, but tom figures out a way to make it work with the help of his best friend
dad!tom holland x best friend!reader, series, friends to lovers, genre: fluff/angst/smut/hurt comfort
so long - @sunshinehollandd
summary: you finally have a perfect little family with your best friend and his daughter, and everything seems to be falling into place, leaving you to wonder what took so long
dad!tom holland x best friend!reader, series, friends to lovers, genre: fluff/hurt comfort/angst
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