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Sundress Season
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Summary: Summer is Ohio gets real hot, thankfully there's a new trend sweeping the nation... Folks are calling it sundress season. Arvin is calling it proof that God exists.
Warning(s): it's porn with plot y'all. Simple as that, ain't too dirty. PiV in the wilderness plus a truck that's literally it. Oh, background (hinted at?¿?) racism too.
Note(s): do any of y'all read the notes bc lol, the summary is a little clickbait-y, here's your warning now that not once does anyone say the words sundress season. This is 3.5k words!! What else, oh, go easy on me y'all haven't written smut in a bit AND shout-out to @cocoamoonmalfoy for helping me with the slang and constantly putting up with me sending her different version to read 🥰
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Pastor Dan stands at his altar covered in sweat and glistening red robes. He moves unfazed by the heat that grips the rest of the church— Aunties in big ugly hats sit fanning themselves, one hand raised to praise weakly or they're dabbing sweat off their foreheads. Some mothers usually spend the service shushing their kids and keeping them in check doing nothin’ but sitting there bored because their wild kids have been tamed by heat.
Little girls with their frilly socks sit slump, sweating out their fresh perms and a part of you winces in sympathy for both the mothers and the girls. You don't miss those days— the smell of chemicals, blue grease, and an eternity spent between your mom's legs holding your ear down in a fleeting attempt not to get burned. You had long since gone natural, something you were starting to regret more and more as church drags on; your hair is sticking everywhere it shouldn't, your scalp completely drenched and the sweat only being caught by your eyebrows. You're downright miserable right now but the same can't be said for Arvin.
The man sits in jeans and a matching jacket, his cap secured firmly on his head. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to the service nor is he paying attention to his sister murmuring along with Pastor Dan in a whimsical tone to amuse his niece. His eyes seem to be roaming the room in faint amusement, not a bead of sweat gracing his skin and when he somehow senses you looking at him, his chestnut eyes jump to yours and he smiles something soft. Before his eyes drop down to your outfit and he snickers.
You are a grown woman. Sure, you still live with your mama but her house is big— you have your own room, your own car no matter how beat down it is and you got a job in the city that pays you a pretty penny. You are your own person, free to make your own choices, to do whatever you want but that all goes out the window when it comes to your mother and church. She had taken one look at your outfit, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and sent you back up to your room like you were a child and told you to change into that dress your grandma got for you two Christmas' ago. Said dress was a hideous shapeless length of orange fabric that hugged neither curve nor lump, it stops just above your knees, and a matching pair of ugly gloves that make your skin crawl just looking at them.
Your mama had said you looked beautiful when you came down the stairs but Arvin bit back a laugh every time he glanced at you. The bastard.
You stick your tongue out at the man and he barks out a laugh that makes Lenora jump in her spot. Just as she turns to nag him there's a loud thump then Pastor Dan's wife Katrina screams bloody murder. The music that was playing along to the pastor's service cuts short as the piano boy shoots to his feet and there's a burst of movement and more screaming. Your eyes snap over to the commotion, leaning over chairs to see past the suddenly standing members of the church to see what happened and… oh.
Cindy Prewitt, the main singer of the choir in all her pretty thick purple robes had passed out. Her piano boy is at her side in the instant, his gravelly voice heard over mothers reassuring their kids everything was okay; “Cindy, baby, are you okay?”
Pastor Dan dabs at his forehead with a cross embroidered handkerchief as he stares on, a frown on his face, “We have to end it here folks, I know–”
You don't hear much else because Cindy stirs and several people exclaim ‘hallelujah!’ or some type of; ‘God is good!’
Arvin has made his way over to you in all of this, his fingers interlocking with yours when he's sure no one is looking and he tugs you a bit closer to him, “Think we gonna head out. Heat's finally getting to Grandma and Lenora, you staying?”
You squeeze his hand in response, thinking before responding. You had rode here with your mother in her car and as much as you'd love to leave with her, you know she's gonna make it a point to stop and talk with everyone and their mother before taking a step out those doors. “I dunno… Your truck here?”
Arvin bobs his head a little, looking over by the altar where Cindy is now sitting up— a cup being pressed to her lips by her lover and he frowns just a bit but the grip on your hand grows a little tighter. “Mhm, Unc’ drove Lenora ‘nd them here. I just followed behind to come see you.”
Your heart does a little flip as you stare up at him. Your lips turn downward in some weak attempt to fight off the big grin growing on your lips, “You didn't have to come here for me, Arvin. I know you don't like church.”
Arvin shrugs and does the thing he does when he's starting to turn a bit bashful— his left cheek sucks in and you can see him chewing on it as he gives your hand another squeeze before pulling away and letting his voice drop into a whisper, “Well, I like you so…”
This time you don't fight the smile. “Arvin Russel, you're a true charmer.” Then, quickly you add; “Go wait for me in your car, it's better if we aren't—”
“Together, I know.” He clips, sighing. He takes off his cap and pushes all his hair back before shoving it back on his head. “See you.”
“See you, Arvin.”
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Arvin takes you home before he takes you anywhere else. He doesn't tell you to be quick or ask to come inside— he knows your mother has a nose of a bloodhound and would be able to sniff out the fact that he was there— he simply presses several quick kisses to your lips, groaning when you pull away and asks you to bring him out a glass of water when you're done.
So, you take the quickest shower known to man. You don't bother with shaving because Arvin has said multiple times that hair doesn't bother him, and you lather yourself up in sweet-smelling soap then hop out and slather yourself in a mix of cocoa butter and coconut oil. You twist your hair up and away from your face, put in cute little golden studs, and finally, you pull on a pretty blue sundress. Most girls in town wouldn't be caught wearing something so thin, even in this heat they'd have on their shorts that touched way past their knees or some dress that was much too thick for this weather. You spray one last spritz of perfume on you before bounding into your kitchen and grabbing two water bottles.
You're out of your house in under thirty minutes and when you open your front door, you see Arvin hastily stub out a cigarette and choke on the smoke that filled the cabin of the truck. He tries to fan the smoke with his cap before giving up and stumbling at his car with a guilty look, “Thought you'd take longer.” He coughs, a small puff of white smoke escapes his lips and he fans it away before it blows in your face looking sheepish. “Sorry, baby you look… look.. wow.” He clears his throat, lashes fluttering as he takes you in.
“That’s a good ‘wow’ right..?” You ask, pitching your voice higher in an attempt to make it sound like a joke but you hesitantly begin to pull at the fabric. “It might be a little… much but it's hot and it's not like—”
“Baby, y’look gorgeous.” He interrupts. He's turning bright pink just looking at you, his cheek sucking in as he shuffles foot to foot. “I ain't ever seen a prettier gal in all my life, just…wow.”
You smile lightly but still, you add; “It… it might be a little much for the creek–”
At this very moment, Arvin is glad he lives in a small town with the closest neighbor usually a mile away and hidden in Knockemstiffs’ nature. He's glad because he can pull you close without worrying about prying eyes and gossiping mouths to press a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you huff in annoyance but you kiss him back all the same, he's the first to pull away his hands falling to your waist pausing just a minute before he shakes off whatever thought that spawned in his head. “It's a date, darlin’. A shitty date I know but you're allowed to get all dolled up, you're allowed to look sexy if you want.”
You snicker, pressing another kiss to his lips then the corner of his lips then his chin before leaning back with an impish grin, “You think I look sexy?”
Arvin blinks down at you, a smile pulling at his lips.“I think we better get a move on before I drop to my knees right here and devour you.”
Your heart jumps and you swat at him, ignoring the heat that shoots straight to your core. Damn, you think, swatting at your laughing lover again, maybe it wasn't the best idea to go without underwear.
Dates with Arvin usually go one or two ways. The two of y'all were secret, something down low and private to keep you safe in a world full of small-minded folks. So, usually, Arvin would pack a basket full of food he and his grandma made, treats he snagged from the store, and drove you out somewhere deep into the wilderness where you both could be you. You could talk, eat, laugh, and pretend like you weren't sitting on some ratty old blanket but at the diner in town. But sometimes, life gets in the way. Arvin works, you work and sometimes when he's not working he's watching his niece while Lenora finishes up school and you'll be damned if you get in the way of that. So, sometimes, you both go days without seeing each other— weeks really where all you have are secret late-night phone calls and glimpses of each other in passing. Meaning when the both of you finally see each other again there isn't much talking.
No, it's spent in the back of Arvin's truck, clothes barely off and moaning and well, fucking like bunnies. You used to say it's a miracle you ain't pregnant, Arvin snorts at the idea and points out that no matter how hot and bothered he gets about you he'd never forget a condom.
It's been nearly a week since you saw Arvin in person, his presence at church had been a surprise but a rather bold statement to you. He missed you, missed you enough to suffer through church after all that happened last year. It's been three days since any secret phone calls and with the way Arvin is tugging you to the car, he's desperate for you. His driving shows the same— he all but speeds out to the creek, his hand securely on your thigh rubbing small circles into your flesh. It'd be almost sweet if you didn't know him if you didn't recognize the impatient tapping of his fingers on the wheel. Rarely, he's ever this horny and you help but want to tease him.
“I don't see the basket,” You start coyly letting your hand fall over his, “Are we gonna stop and pick something up before we head to the woods?”
Arvin's foot hits the brakes incredibly fast and you jerk forward but are kept from any harm when his hand flies up to stop you from going any forward. He apologizes first, quickly then blinks twice, “You wanna eat?”
“I could go for a bite.”
He looks at you then the woods you're both surrounded by almost incredulously. But, by the grace of all that is good, he doesn't complain about it, instead, he nods his head and puts the car in reverse, “Well, I'm picking what we eat this time, gonna be dark by the time we get back to the woods so might as well get something big and a lantern or somethin–” Your snickering causes him to pause and he glances away from the rearview mirror to look at you, “What's funny, Pretty girl?”
“You are.” You laugh, “I was just joking, Arvin. Ate before church ‘sides, I'm not an idiot. Figured we were gonna be out here the moment I saw you.”
He frowns just a bit, “Don’t say it like that baby. You know you're more than sex, right?” He pulls the car just a bit deeper into the woods. It's not the creek but it's close enough and hidden behind overgrowth, “I ain't bothered by going back and getting us some food and shit, we can just relax we don't–”
You raise an eyebrow, cutting him off, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
There's a pause. Arvin stares at you, you stare at him— your eyebrows raising higher as he swallows down harshly before– “Fuck it.” He curses. He's unbuckling and out of his seat faster than you can blink and you burst out laughing as he scrambles at the car. He's a man on a mission, rounding the car to your side in under a second and your door is yanked open. “I’ll buy you a proper dinner on the way back, bigots be damned.”
Then he slams his lips onto yours, manhandling you till you're facing him with your legs spread and him in between them. You whine when one of his hands comes up to grasp at your throat and he tells you to shut up. You don't but he doesn't seem to truly mind as his tongue slides against yours— it's a messy kiss, you can feel spit slipping down your chin and your teeth clink against each other as the kiss grows more heated then– “Oh,” You gasp as he weasels a hand between your legs, it's a bit of muscle memory on his part, his pinkie and ring fingers settle heavily on your clit pulling it taunt as he positions himself closer to you. “Arvin–”
“Shut up,” He grumbles, kissing you stupid. He makes a show of sucking on your tongue before pulling away to kiss your nose, letting the hand on your throat drop to push your dress up to stare at your pussy, and lets out a low whistle. “Pretty girl…”
“You're the devil, Arvin.” You whine, trying to close your legs.
He keeps your legs open with ease, still eyeing your cunt like it's the prettiest thing in the world, and smiles with bright glinting teeth, “With you baby? All the time.” Then, he puckers his lips and bends down just a bit to spit on your pussy. A gasp of mild disgust leaves you and the man snickers, “Oh, that was disgusting but not all those times I stuck my tongue in ya?”
“At least let me take my dress off.” You huff, “It's new and I like it–”
“Mmm… I like it too. Be a good girl and keep it on for me,” He simpers then he tugs at the fabric around your stomach, “But pop your tits out, I like to watch when they bounce.”
“Arvin.” You hiss, swatting at his hands. “You oughta be nice to me when you're between my legs.”
Arvin only chuckles again but he does fix himself upwards to give you a proper soft kiss. You let him, of course, one of your hands carding through his hair. You hear him fumble with his belt, his knees hitting the side of your seat and causing the truck to rock and creak— Arvin lets out a choked groan when you bite his lip and he carefully pulls away to yank his pants down.
You let out the same whistle he did early, “Pretty boy.” You tease good-naturedly and you watch as his ears burn pink. You laugh and spread your legs a little wider as if to challenge him— there's a chill in the air that mixes oddly against the warm heat of your pussy and Arvin's spit but you try not to let it get to you as you watch your man curse and fumble with the condom. Arvin curses again when he finally gets the material over his flushed cock before closing the distance between you for a kiss.
“Y’know,” He starts, breathless as he rocks against you, sliding against your folds with barely contained eagerness, “You complain an awful lot about me being nice to you when being mean makes you wet.”
He doesn't let you get the chance of replying before he's pressing into you, stealing both your breath and any forming thought. His hands go to your waist holding you in place as he fucks into you. Your startled squeak turns into a sharp moan as you arch your back, meeting him thrust for thrust— “Oh fuck, Arvin.” You gasp and he lets out a concentrated hum, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Can you– fuck, can you –”
“I gotchu, baby.” He cuts you off with another kiss pulling you closer to his body with a hard thrust and you gasp and squirm— your ass is damn near hanging out of the car, your legs alternating between stabilizing yourself and quivering at your man's thrust. Arvin uses your new position to rearrange your dress some more; he pulls down your dress to your torso and pushes its bottom half up to meet it. “So damn pretty in this thing–” He grunts, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pumps into you, fingers rubbing messy circles into your clit, “Shit, baby, need to– need to get you another, f-fuck–” He cuts himself off with a moan, “Love this pussy so much…”
When you cum it's sudden, a strike of lightning, a belt snapping— your legs give out and Arvin is quick to support your weight. He all but hauls your limp body up and out of the car, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to snap his hips against yours chasing his high. He holds you easily, your legs barely touching the ground as he humps, his voice pitching into a needy whine to match your own, “Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck– that's it, you take my dick so well, just a little more, just a little – fuck!”
Your back hits the side of the truck and the vehicle rocks with the movement as Arvin curls himself around your body— trembling fingers digging into your sides as he chases his release. The most you can do is hold on for dear life, taking what he gives and praising him in a soft tone that has him blinking back tears of pleasure. You cum a second time without much sound, just a low moan and your legs and cunt tightening around Arvin and it makes him let out a choked— “J-Jesus, fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.” The truck rocks in tandem with his quickening thrust. Your hands grip his shoulders leaning forward, hiccuping as you kiss along his neck, and Arvin moans loud and needy, “Oh fuck, baby I'm– please, please I need to– I need to–”
Arvin doesn't finish his sentence before he's cumming. He nearly drops you as he does but instead, he presses you against the truck, panting as he holds you close. He whimpers when you squirm in his grasp but doesn't put up a fight as your feet touch the ground again. Still, he leans heavily against you, his arms tightly wound around your waist to keep you close. “Missed you.”
You snort lightly, pulling your dress back over your breasts, “Missed you too, Arvy. You need to sit down?”
He blinks slowly, “Mmm, nah. But c’mere–” As if he didn't just fuck you seven ways from Sunday, he picks you up— chuckling when you whine and rounds the truck to its bed and quickly opens it and has you sitting pretty on a blanket already set up back there. “This,” He starts after taking a deep breath and kissing you on your nose, “Is where I planned to have some fun but somebody thought it'd be funny to mess with me.”
“I ain't gonna apologize so stop looking at me like that.” You laugh and it brings a smile to his lips before his eyes drop down to your soiled dress. He gives the fabric a curious tug.
“Never seen you wear something like this, you said it's new?”
“Issa sundress.” You offer when he glances back up at you, “All the rage in the city and they're lightweight and good to wear in this heat. All the girls up there are wearing it.”
“Huh,” He breathes. He kisses you once, twice, then—
“Arvin!” You chide when his hands come up to grope at your tits.
It's safe to say, Arvin really likes sundresses.
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All Things End 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Arvin Russell
Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end's meet.
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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Your shoulders bangs and you falter, setting the bag of flour back on the flat. It’s been bothering you lately, mostly in the mornings. The joint burns when you raise your arm too far and there’s a knot right under your shoulder blade. You hold back a grunt and try again, heaving the heavy sack onto the shelf, a dusting puffing onto your apron.
You reach for the next but find it no easier. Before you can take the next, it’s lifted out of your grasp and easily placed on the stack. You look up at the man as he grins at you. You know him but everyone knows everyone around here. 
You might know his name but you don’t know much of Arvin Russell. He’s younger than you, much younger. You knew his father when he was still around but he died years ago. Funny how those things go.
“Let me get this” he chimes and hauls another sack onto the shelf. 
You stand straight, hands on your hips, “please, you don’t gotta… it’s my job.”
“They got a lady like you doing all this?” He asks as he tosses another like it’s nothing. Are they really that heavy or are you just getting weaker?
“Really, I can’t let you–” you grab the other end of the sack in his hands.
“I don’t mind,” he insists.
“That’s nice but my manager–”
“Ah, don’t worry about him,” he shrugs and a strand of his reddish hair droops down his forehead.
“Really, it’s fine,” you tug on the sack again.
“My mama taught me not to let a lady do the heavy lifting,” he argues.
“Well, I’m sure she meant the young pretty ones,” you wrestle away the bag and do you best not to teeter, “you’re nice but I gotta do this.”
He lingers, watching you, waiting for you to falter. You hold your breath as you ignore the fire in your shoulder. You’re embarrassed. When you were his age, it wouldn’t be a real task. He can’t understand the way the years eat away at you, though you suspect he understands some things.
“I didn’t know you worked here,” he says as he takes a can from the shelf, paying special attention to the baking powder label.
“Couple months ago…” you say vaguely.
“Mmm,” he nods and puts the can back, “I… awful what happened to your old man.”
“Yours too,” you counter and cringe, “sorry, I–”
“It’s okay, you get it,” he says, “never really goes away, does it?”
You shake your head, “not really.” 
You drop the last bag on the shelf and huff. You wipe your hands on your apron and grab the dolly handle, pumping the flat up on the wheels. Arvin steps back to the other side of the shelf to clear your path.
“Thanks,” you steer past him.
“No problem,” he hums, “have a good one.”
You keep on, turning the flat towards the warehouse doors. You push through the swinging doors and leave it with the rest for Casey to load or unload. You roll your shoulder but it only makes it worse. You whimper and kick the doors open with your foot as you go back onto the floor.
There’s no hiding since you started at the grocery store. Every face is familiar, every eyes is judging, they all know who you are, and they all look at you with pity. The whispers are often louder than that. 
‘Poor thing.’ ‘Did you hear how her husband went?’ ‘Never even had a child.’ ‘Never one that lived.’ 
Your grief makes for good gossip. You ignore their wagging tongues. You need money if you want to keep the house and what Ben left behind, isn’t enough to last. It’s the only thing left of him and you can’t let it go.
You go up to cash and take over at the till. Lynette puts her basket on the counter as she greets her in her crowlike voice. She’s the worst of them. Everyone knows she sits on her phone and makes her rounds, calling to gather intel like some mafioso.
“Did ya hear?” She beams, “Molly’s having a fifth.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” you put on a fake smile as you play minion.
“Don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, though I think she’s got enough of both–” she suddenly covers her mouth, “oh, hon, I forgot, I’m so sorry–”
“Hm? What do you mean?” You hold back your agitation.
Of course it wasn’t an accident. She’s needling for something. She wants to see you crack. Life hasn’t been kind but you’re just fine with it. You’re getting on.
“It’s just… I know it’s been hard and now… Benny’s gone…”
“Ben,” you correct her, unable to restrain that ounce of distaste, “it’s life.”
“Mmm, you have my sympathies,” she places her hand over her heart as you scan a dozen can of discount tuna. She must have a pantry full of Atlantic skipjack.
You grumble as you focus on your work. She won’t get much from you but you sure she’ll make something up. She’s got too much time for her own good. Her only hobby is talking. You read out her total and accept her check, tucking it under the drawer. Only your goodbye is genuine as you’re all too happy to see the back of her.
You look over as Arvin approaches. Unlike Lynette, he takes the items from his basket and sets them on the counter. You could sing just at the simple consideration. You ask him if he wants a bag as you start scanning.
“Should just need the one,” he says, “slow day?”
“Always is around here,” you shrug, wincing at the tug in your shoulder.
“Don’t mind, it’s my day off,” he smiles, “but I hope it goes by quickly for you.”
“Eh,” you mutter as you put a can of maple beans in the paper bag. Those were Ben’s favourite, you’d make him with sausage and a bit of your blueberry chutney. “Hope you’re not spending your whole day doing errands.”
“Just this,” he says brightly. You look at him as he beams, watching you with that grin. He’s polite, his father would be proud. “How much do I owe ya?”
You give him his total and he counts out bills from his wallet. You return his change and a receipt. He tucks them away as you go to grab his bag. He’s quicker, scooping it away before you can get it.
“I got it,” he says, “you take it easy.”
“Uh, thanks, have a good day,” you stand straight and your cheek ticks as a strike of lightning runs up the back of your neck.
���Shoulder won’t get any better if you don’t,” he tuts as he struts around the end of the counter.
You furrow your brow as you watch him go. He offers a small wave before he sets his sights to the exit. You turn back to the till and grip the edge of the counter. How did he know?
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Tom Holland Masterlist
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All my writings for this lovely lad
♥ {smut} | ☁︎ {fluff} | ➻ {angst} | ☾ {dark} | ✿ {platonic}
if one-shots, drabbles, or headcannons are part of a series they will be in the series masterlist.
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❥ After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.
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Southern Hospitality
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Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.
Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3
A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.
   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.
   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.
   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.
   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.
   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.
   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.
   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 
   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.
   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.
   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 
Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3
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fairedoll · 2 months
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funny mind, darlin'
arvin x reader drabble
is this fandom still available/alive
this was written with a hippie!reader in mind but honestly it can be whatever you want
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It's one of Arvin's more relaxed days. One of those days when he didn't really have much to do, and would just lie back down or sit with you, whether it was quiet or you two had something to chat about. Either way, it was pleasant.
On one of these days, you decide to speak about what you've been thinking over. That thought, was one of those thoughts that just sprouted randomly, like some sort of weed in a plant pot.
"Hey, Arvin, do you think-..."
Arvin looks up from the newspaper he was reading, cigarette hanging from his mouth. "What's it?" he asked.
"Nevermind." You shook your head, leaning against the chair.
Arvin frowns at that, blowing smoke out of his nose. "Come on, pretty girl. I won't get mad if that's what you're thinkin'." The corner of lips curl up in a reassuring smile.
A beat.
"Do you think... Your parents would've liked me?"
The question comes out slow, cautious, careful. You don't look at Arvin, quietly scraping your nail against the wood of the table. Instantly, regret and guilt make you go cold. You swallow, opening your mouth to apologise before Arvin speaks. The cigarette falls on the glass ashtray you bought him for his birthday.
"To be, uh, completely honest-" he's the awkward one now. "My dad, dunno. The way I remember him, I don't think he would've appreciated you. Maybe at first."
It's your turn to frown, though still having that sympathetic hand over his. Arvin breathes out a laugh, however shaky it is at the topic of his parents. He gives you a look, however, telling you that he was alright with it.
"But at the same time, I know how he got with my mama. Grandma didn't really want 'im to be with mama. So... I think he'd get that. At least." he doesn't tell you that he would've been willing to cut ties with him, if that's what it took to be with you.
You smile slightly. "Huh."
"And, uh..." Arvin clears his throat. "My... My mama. I never did get to know what her type was, when it came to the girls I should like. But I... I think-hope-... Believe she would've liked any girl I chose, s'long as that girl-" he smiles softly, gently cupping one side of your face. You lean into the calloused flesh, closing your eyes. Heaven.
"Was kind, and good."
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1.3k CELEBRATION: 🌼 yellow + arvin russell ↳ for @annab-nana
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sicklscream · 2 years
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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!
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pairing . . . arvin russell x fem!reader
summary . . . arvin becomes slightly aggravated at the men in town who think you’re nothing more than a fuck hole so he decides to tell you completely differently in a way you love most in the word
warnings . . . SMUT 18+ ; oral ( f!receiving ) , oral ( m!receiving ) , praise kink , slight degradation , foreplay , slight overstimulation , riding
notes . . . i went a little too far with this but i’ve been in an arvin russell mood and i can’t keep this out of my mind — pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4
NAVIGATION !!
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MOST WOMEN, WHEN HEARING ABOUT being a housewife, would think it is a loss of power, that they’re letting men control them and making them a product of their imagination. But with you and Arvin, you would happily submit to being his one and only wife, especially when he treats you 10x better than the men in the town.
Now, just because you are a stay-at-home housewife doesn’t mean you let your husband walk all over you. No, you set boundaries, you set rules, and the man happily follows and obeys them . . . sometimes.
Sometimes, when Arvin returns home from work to see you in that beautiful little sundress you love and bent over cooking, he can’t help but lay his hands on you and feast you like his dinner. You were just too beautiful to be left without his touch. And, as a plus, you do practically everything for him, which is more than he can ask. He loves how passionate and caring you are, and although he finds dinner dates and late night cuddle sessions as a thank you, he finds giving you pleasure is 10x better.
Today, as any other day, you woke up to soft kisses scattered across your face and a hand rubbing up and down on your thigh, rough and calloused skin against soft and smooth. Arvin treated you like a goddess every second of every day, and the mornings weren’t any different. While you thought you looked horrible in the morning, he looked at you as if you hung the stars over the moon.
Arvin Russell is completely and irrevocably in love with you. And as are you.
So, as the day progressed and your husband left for work with a long kiss and a wink, you started your daily routine; getting dressed and cleaning the sheets, something that doesn’t have to be done but you do anyways because you just can’t help it, doing your hair and applying your moisturizer without makeup because you’ve decided that ever since your husband revealed how much he loved looking at your face with or without makeup you would stop wearing makeup. You started making the dough for fresh cookies you would gift to the children at the library you visit and squeezing fresh lemon into a pitcher of ice water you leave in the fridge for when the mowers come.
You were not only compassionate about Arvin, but you were absolutely caring for the people of the town, even the ones that looked at you with shame because of the way you dress. You put others before yourself, and you didn’t have a regret about it.
When the clock struck noon, you had decided to go to the market for fish you were going to cook for dinner, and with only one car the two of you own that arvin uses to go to work, you decided to walk to the market. And, as a plus, the weather was completely clear and warm, meaning you would get to show some skin.
You only opted to be there for about a half hour so you still had time to clean the house as you hadn’t had time to the last couple of days, but when a man had approached you near the fruits and started asking you random questions, you knew your trip was going to be longer than expected.
“So . . . you’re Russell’s wife, huh?” You hummed as an answer, looking over the peaches and plums and picking the ones that looked the freshest and juiciest, the ones Arvin loves. “How does that even work? Does he even look over you? I bet you he makes you do everything for him, huh? That’s why you’re here instead of at home, in the kitchen, where you belong.” You ignored the way his words sounded and stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.
“No, not at all.” You paused, finally turning to the man, his hair greasy and slicked back, a blue plaid suit on him, signifying that he was one of the workers at the auto shop. “Arvin is way more than that, I choose to do everything for him, and as a ‘thanks’, he greets me with love and affection. You just think that since I’m a women and I’m at the market and not my husband that I’m being held under my will, huh?” When the man didn’t answer and clenched his jaw, you smiled sweetly and nodded, turning around and making your way through the store, grabbing everything you need and walking up to the register.
You placed your basket on the counter, smiling at the woman who scanned your items, recognizing her as the lady who reads to the children at the library. “Mrs. Russell, good morning! How’s Arvin been? I’ve heard about his promotion!”
You smiled sweetly at the woman, pulling out the small wallet you held in your clutch. “Good morning, Serena! Yes, Arvin’s very excited and I’m super proud of him. He’s been wanting this for months.” The woman smiled back, bagging your items and taking the money, giving you a goodbye and sending you off on your way.
As you walked through the streets of town, you wondered what your husband was doing, besides work, obviously. You wondered if he was thinking about you like you were with him. But who are you kidding, you are always on the man’s mind.
Returning home, you packed away the groceries and continued with your daily routine; cleaning the house and giving the stray cats that sit outside the house a can of tuna, putting peanut butter and bird seeds in the bird feeder, and planning this weeks dinners. You liked being ahead of time instead of choosing what to eat the day of, and Arvin liked it because he would be prepared of what you were cooking so if he needed to come home early or not.
He favored your chicken tomatillo tacos the most.
At work, your husband only thought of coming home and holding you in his arms, his entire thought process consisted of you and your smile, And, God, he would do anything to leave early and come home to you, but, in order for you both to have a stable life and income, he needed to work. Years ago, he often took double shifts for days you were running low on money and worked his ass off just to get you something nice. But now, as you are able to stay home and he works at a decent job with a better pay than the last one, he doesn’t have to worry all the time.
He’s finally able to do what he wants, whenever he wants.
Arvin heard the things the men at his job said about their wives, how they are just placement holders for their dicks, how they are whores just wanting to be held in a man’s arms, and listening to them made him want to vomit. He could and would never think of you like that, especially when you helped him through the worst time of his life.
So, when Arvin arrived home to see you preparing that night’s dinner, an apron covering your sundress and your hair parted into a ponytail with a bow tied around it, he saw the future right in front of him. He saw the children that would run up to him and surround him and hugs and giggles, he saw the small baby you would hold while walking up to him and greeting him with a soft kiss, he could see the small children faking disgust as they saw their parents kiss. He saw the entire future just by looking at you, and he loved it.
You hadn’t heard the door open softly, humming to the music sounding throughout the house, your hips swaying to the beat and your head slowly swinging left and right as you slowly cut up the fish for dinner with the red gloves on your hands, stopping your hands from touching the raw fish.
So, when you felt arms wrap around you and a head rest on your shoulder, you jumped and squeaked turning around and startling your husband as you held a knife. His eyes widened as he stepped back. “Hey, it’s me! It’s me, doll!”
You exhaled a large breath, leaning onto your knees as Arvin had to hold in his chuckles. “My God, Arvin! You about scared the heart out of me!” You leaned back up, breathing heavily and looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your husband, finally smiling at him as he muttered an apology.
“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”
You sighed, pealing off the gloves and stepping forward, your heals clicking against the floor as you wrapped your arms around Arvin’s neck, his hands falling to your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin gently. You smiled sweetly, “I missed you.”
Arvin grinned. “I missed you too, darlin’. You don’t know how hard it was to listen to the men at work and not get annoyed.” You giggled, listening to his aggravated tone, leaning forward and standing in your tiptoes in your heels, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.
Arvin hummed into the kiss, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, one of your hands moving to rest on his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the stubble slowly growing on his jaw. When you finally parted, you both breathed heavily, leaning your foreheads against each other.
Arvin sighed, “God, this is my favorite part of the day, apart from seeing you naked when we shower.” He chuckled when you hit his chest and moved from his arms and turned around to finish cutting the fish and placing them in the pan of oil.
The whole time you cooked dinner, Arvin watched, his arms wrapped around you and his head leaning on his shoulder, a contented smile on his face as he listen to your voice, explaining about the different things you did while he was gone, placing soft kisses on the exposed skin of your collarbone ever so often. He loved listening to you, whether it would be explaining your day or confessing your love for him, he would listen to you even if you were explaining the way the world spun. Because with you, he was completely and utterly soft.
When dinner was ready and Arvin set the table, you two sat down and started eating, his hand covering yours on the table ever so often, a smile on his face as he told you how good you were at cooking just to see the blush on your face. He wasn’t lying when he said it, you truly were the best cook he ever met.
“Did you go to the market like you had told me?” Your husband asked, eating another piece of fish and taking a sip of his wine.
You nodded, humming. “Yes, I also grabbed a couple pieces of fresh fruit, it’s cut and washed in the fridge, along with lemon water.” He grinned at you sweetly, wondering what he had done to ever deserve you. “But, something happened at the market today.” His smile faded when he saw the small frown on your face, his eyebrows furrowing as he stopped eating.
“What happened, doll?”
You cleared your throat, placing your fork down and wiping your mouth with your napkin. “Well . . . I was planning on only spending an hour there at most, but then a man walked up to me, I think he works at the auto shop.” Arvin had to stop himself from creating all types of scenarios in his head, waiting for you to continue. “I guess he knows me, because he knows I’m your wife, but . . . he kept asking me weird questions like if you actually care for me or if I’m just someone you’re using for sex like some of the other men and how he could probably treat me better. I didn’t really know what to think of it, but all I did was tell him you are the greatest husband I’ve ever had and it seemed to make him angry.”
Arvin clenched his fists, stopping himself from standing up from the table and finding the man who insulted not only him, but his wife. “He followed me around the store a couple of times, but he didn’t talk to me after.”
You cleared your throat once more when all you heard was silence, thinking the worst, that your husband was angry with you, that he thought it was your fault. It was times like these that you hated overthinking.
“Arvin?” The man came back to reality, looking at your face and feeling guilty of the small frown planted on it. “Are you mad?”
Your husband shook his head, “I’m mad doll, just not at you.” He paused, giving your body a once over as you clenched your thighs to stop yourself from moaning at the way his eyes darkened. He slowly rose from his seat, walking over to you in large steps and leaning down, his mouth only inches away from his. “Maybe I should show him who you belong to, hm?”
THAT WAS HOW YOU LANDED HERE, your body convulsing as your husband let his tongue glide throughout your folds, long slow licks and fast short kitten licks, his mouth closing over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it slightly and running his teeth over it smoothly.
“God, Arvin! fuck, oh my god- please, pl-” Nothing that came out of your mouth sounded like words, your sentences slurring and your back arching as the sensations from his tongue guided you to a high like no other. He hummed into your pussy, sending a vibration through your body that sent you flying, your hands running to his hair to yank him closer, your hips moving up and down, Arvin not even trying to stop you.
“Please, Arvin, please.” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but it seemed as though he had, because his hands ran along the skin of your stomach and landed on your breasts, pinching the buds between his forefinger and thumb and rolling them, sending you to your first orgasm.
“Go on, doll. Let go, give me it all.”
With his encouraging words, your back arched from the bed painfully and your juices flowed to his tongue, Arvin groaning as he licked them up. Guiding you through your high with long soft licks, running his hands around your skin.
As your body slumped against the bed, he finally tore his mouth from you and grinned up at you, his chin coated in your slick and his hands softly squeezing your convulsing thighs. He leaned up, moving over you and resting on his elbows, interlocking your lips together softly. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
You grinned up at your husband, moving your hands to his cheek, pulling his lips to yours once more before pulling back and slowly guiding one of your hands to his boxers, breathing in the groan he emitted when your manicured finger softly ran over his slightly exposed tip, his eyes squeezing shut.
“I never need a break when it comes to you, Arvin.” With that, you pushed his body slightly and laid him on his back, planting kisses on his neck while he rested his hands behind his head, whimpering slightly at the feel of your lips on his skin. You moved your lips down, planting kisses on the ink of his chest, tracing the tattoo of your name on his collarbone with your tongue, tugging his skin between your teeth and sucking lightly, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.
You loved the way he would bite his bottom lip to keep his whimpers in. You loved the way he would slightly move his hips, just to feel your exposed pussy glide over his clothed cock. And you loved the way your name fell from his lips.
When you finally got to the band of his pants, you wasted no time in pulling them down and moving your hand to wrap around his cock, licking a long stripe from the base to his tip and reminiscing at the way he groaned. Your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue licking his slit and finally moving down, shoving his dick down your throat and arching your back to give him a view of your ass, the second thing he loved most about you.
The sounds of wet slurping and gagging filled the room as Arvin moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear. He wanted people to know how much you give him pleasure, he wanted everyone to know who’s dick you suck every night.
You breathed through your nose as you sucked him off, knowing he was close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, your hand moving to his balls, fondling them between your fingers and feeling them clench. You didn’t stop, even when your husband gave you a warning that he was close. You didn’t stop when his hand moved down to your hair to guide you up and down at the pace he liked. And you didn’t stop, even when his load filled your mouth.
At some point, Arvin had to push you off his dick, the overstimulation being too much for him, your breathing heavy as you move up to his torso, kissing his lips and letting him taste him from your tongue. Your hand moved down to guide his dick between your folds, both of you gasping when you slowly moved down, your lips disconnecting and your body moving up as you rested your hands on his chest, your nails scratching the skin.
“God, doll. you feel fucking amazing.” You moaned at his words, not even starting with a slow pace, speeding things up and moving up and down at a fast pace, a small scream falling from your lips as his hands move to your waist and one of them slap your ass, guiding you up and down.
Your body fell back a bit, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs and giving him a view of his cock moving in and out of you, making his cock twitch in you. He kept moaning out encouraging words that kept blurring in your mind as you moaned loudly and shamelessly.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, Arvin, Arvin! Oh, I’m so close!” His hands smooth over the skin of your waist, moving down to your thighs and back up to your breasts, fondling them like he had before, your hands moving over them as you continued to rock on him.
“Come on, doll. Cum for me, give me it all.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream, your body stopping its movements although Arvin’s hands slowly moved you forward and backwards as your cum sprayed out, coating his chest in your juices. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled under his breath, his dick twitching as he reached his high, his cum falling from his dick in spurts as you get your breathing stabled, feeling full from the warmth of his cum.
As you leaned onto your husband, ignoring the sticky substance on his skin and burrowing your face into his neck, his smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over your thick thighs and placing kisses on your forehead.
“I love you, Y/N Russell.”
You blushed, kissing his neck. “I love you more, Arvin Russell.”
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yichuuonvenus · 20 days
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Charleston Girl
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Dark!Arvin Russell x Reader
~Description~
You were the wealthy good girl from the “better” side of Knockemstiff, Ohio only that was so far from the truth. Arvin was never one to judge for you being a hidden troublemaker but he can’t help but want to straighten out a girl who doesn’t want to be handled. 
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Rape/Non-con, Underage drinking, Smoking, Fingering, Forced Orgasm, semi-public sex
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“It’s so pretty on you,” you said as Lenora gave you a twirl. She was wearing a pretty pink tea-length dress. It was one of your own. You had so many from Momma, that you didn’t bother hanging this one up. It was in a box in your attic. You hadn’t thought of it until Lenora asked you about wearing something to the dance and what you would wear.
All you thought about was going to the dance with Lenora. You couldn’t care less about what you were going to wear. It’s always been that way. You and Lenora. You both were two peas in a pod. You were never seen without the other the day you found each other. It was in Kindergarten after Tommy Matson pushed quiet, good Lenora into the mud. He got a bad black eye and you got a new best friend. As you both grew up, you wrestled less with boys your age and found yourself under their sheets while Lenora became a godly goody two shoes. You kept up with the persona of the do-gooder for Momma of course. There was no way of talking your way out of one of Momma’s lectures. 
So you tried your hardest to seem like that good rich girl from the “better side” of Knockemstiff, Ohio. Many people didn’t look past the facade. You played it up so well going to church, never staying out late, never drinking or smoking. Little did everyone know you were doing more than they even realized. No one saw past it. Well, mostly everyone didn’t except for Arvin Russel. You didn’t know Lenora’s cousin that well even when you were at their house most of the time. He never talked much to you only gruff hellos and a few forced waves. 
He knew what you were plain as day but he never spoke on it. Never called you out for your sinful ways when you and Momma were over and Emma was going on about how much of a good girl you are, when you would laugh and giggle next to Lenora during prayer, or when you would lie to the boys you flirted with about being a virgin. 
Arvin never even batted an eye. That was until you found yourself being flirted with by Tommy Matson. He was just a dalliance in your eyes. He didn’t mean much to you plus it wasn’t like you were actually planning on sleeping with him but to Arvin… 
Arvin acted as if you sold yourself to the devil. 
He treated you so coldly after he saw you with Tommy one day. You had been kissing something you always did. Tommy got too handsy when you finally called it off. You rolled your eyes when he cursed about you being a tease and how Susie already went to third base with him. You spit the taste of him out and wiped your mouth. 
“Not all of us are easy like Susie Cox…” you snarled.
He rolled his eyes before spitting, “I was told you were easier than Susie Cox.” 
You cursed at him before shoving him away only to find Arvin looking in your direction with a hard glare. You stared back not knowing whether to give him a hard glare too. You chose to leave. Tommy was being a total drag anyway.  
“Good luck findin’ a way home,” Tommy said as you walked off. You couldn’t stop the middle finger that raised from you as you walked away with your arms crossed over your chest. 
You made your way down the road to your house. It wasn’t far from where you were now. So the walk wouldn't be anyways. You were by yourself for what seemed like ten minutes before hearing the sound of a car slow down next to you. You ignored it, thinking it was Tommy until a sound came from inside of the car. A sound from a voice you didn't want to hear right now. 
You stopped dead in your tracks and sighed, “Arvin…” 
You didn’t want to see him, especially not after your make-out succession with Tommy Matson. To be honest you would rather have him be Tommy than Arvin. 
“Get in,” he bit out. 
You hesitated a bit. You could tell he was upset and you could figure out a good and well enough reason as to why. He opened the door to his truck and you hurried in. It was quiet, so quiet it had you listening to the wind from outside the car for comfort. You wanted him to say something instead of this awkward silence that had your insides ripping themselves out. 
Finally, you couldn’t bear it any longer and said something. 
“Don’t tell Momma,” you whispered as you stared out into the road. 
You didn’t know why you said it because it wasn’t like he would’ve. He never did and yet… you had this overwhelming feeling that today might’ve been different, You could hear his grip tighten on the wheel ever so slightly at the plea. 
“And if I do?” He quietly asked. That caused you to finally look at him. You blinked in his direction, and he kept his eyes straight on the road. 
“She’ll kill me.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” he grunted as he pulled into your driveway. You stared at him as he finally turned his attention to you. His frown and hardened eyes stared right back at you. 
You swallowed, “Please… don’t tell Momma.”
He stared at you for what seemed like a long time before he eventually tilted his head, with a small nod. You thanked him for the ride and then that was it. You both never talked about it again nor was there even a reason to. To find your cousin’s best friend making out with a guy who bullied them both would have anyone shaking their heads at the sight. To this day you still don’t really know why you agreed to it in the first place. You supposed it was you were just bored and Tommy was the only one near that had anything interesting about him. 
You shook your head as Lenora pulled you up from the flowery bed. 
“Your turn,” she said with a smile, “You need a pretty dress too.” 
Lenora shuffled through the old boxes of dresses. It could’ve been decades worth of dresses. Momma had a keen eye for style. Lenora pulled out a pale blue dress you’ve never seen before. You smiled at it when Lenora held it up to you in the mirror. 
“Gorgeous.” 
You stared at it for a bit before Lenora spoke up again, “Hurry and put in on.”
You nodded and went to your bathroom. When you got the dress on you noticed how much prettier it was. The ruffles needed to be puffed out more, but it was a beautiful dress. When you came out Lenora couldn’t stop smiling and complimenting you about how you looked in it. You giggled when she twirled you around her. 
“Well don’t y’all look so pretty,” Momma said as you both smiled towards her. 
“Don’t we?”
She started to walk closer but you found Arvin right behind her. Your smile faltered a bit at the sight of him. Momma smiled at him as she gestured to you and Lenora. Arvin cleared out his throat a bit before agreeing. 
“Oh is it time to leave already?” Lenora asked. 
Arvin nodded as he stared at you both, mainly you. You didn’t know how you felt about the look he gave you. It was a soft gaze, softer than the day he saw you with Tommy Matson that’s for sure. You turned and grabbed Lenora’s hand trying to ignore Arvin’s eyes, “Let's go pick up your things, hm?” 
Lenora nodded and followed you back to your room. You helped pack the rest of her things and sent Lenora on her way with Arvin, who still looked at you with a strange look you couldn’t pinpoint. 
. . . 
You held the bottle to your lips chugging down the burning whiskey quickly you knew that if you didn’t it would all come bubbling up. 
“Slow down, sugar. What’s the rush?” the blonde boy slurred with a chuckle he was way drunker than you by a tenfold. Time and time again he always told you that he could hold his liquor and time and time again you always proved him wrong. 
You rolled your eyes and pushed him away when his hands started to palm at your thighs. It wasn’t the first time Ricky tried to pull something like this. You could usually forgive it because he would cry about how sorry he was the next day. You huffed and closed your eyes, drinking the last bit of the whiskey before throwing it down. You could feel your body warming up finally after an hour or so sitting there for what felt like forever with this boy. 
“Ricky, if I wanted to fuck something I wouldn’t have called you.” You said so bluntly it had him frowning and leaning forward. 
“Sorry,” he mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. 
“It’s okay,” you sighed. You pulled out a cigarette one you stole from Momma, it was one you knew she wouldn’t be missing. You lit it up and took a small drag from it. “I’m gettin’ tired.” You tried to do a convincing yawn. It worked since Ricky was too drunk to notice how fake it was. 
“I'm going to start headin’ home, Rick.”
“This late? It’s dark out...” 
“I’ll be fine I'm just down the road from you,” you stated as you pulled your cardigan around you. You gave him a wave and left. The real reason why you left was you couldn’t stand having to take care of boys when they were drunk. It reminded you too much of your father.
You got far away enough to where you could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through you. You kicked a few rocks and missed causing you to slip and fall on your side. You could barely feel the scrape on the side of your arm courtesy of the alcohol Ricky supplied you. You laughed at yourself mostly because you magically saved your cig. You took a long drag and inhaled deeply. You picked yourself back up a task that now seemed a lot more difficult than normal. You swayed a bit and tried to keep yourself upright. You could make it to your house: just another mile or two to go. You continued on your merry way, taking one last hit of your cig before throwing it down and stomping on it. 
By then you didn’t notice the sound of a car slowing down by you. You would’ve broken out in a run, that was if you could run. Thankfully it wasn’t a cop but the sight that was held before you had you cursing underneath your breath. 
Arvin stared at you for what seemed like a long time before he huffed and opened the passenger seat door. You would’ve ignored it and kept walking if your whole body didn’t feel like you were carrying bags of sand. You made your way in, closed the door, and leaned your head against the window. You knew you probably smelled like a cheap liquor store, so Arvin could easily guess what you had been doing. 
It was quiet for a minute, you could tell he wasn’t as upset as when you found you and Tommy but he was disappointed. The car slowed back down a bit and pulled into an area with a lot of brush. 
“I don’t get why Lenora associates with you…” he calmly said as he put the car in park. “You two are so different.”
You huffed and stared at the window. You weren’t going to get lectured by a boy, especially Arvin Russel. 
“How are we so different?” You chuckled as you stared out into the dense forest. You turned your head to find Arvin looking directly at you his eyes were unnerving you a bit. You can tell he mumbled something but you couldn’t make it out, you were a bit too drunk. You thought you could hold your liquor, not tonight. 
You didn’t understand what happened at first. You found his lips on yours and his arms around your waist. It was all too quick for your drunk mind to comprehend. 
“Ar- Arvin,” You mumbled into his lips. 
He shallowed your pleas instantly with his tongue as he forced it into your mouth. You usually didn’t like it when boys would try to take control and it was no different now. You tried your best to fight him off but your slaps were weak while he was tasting your mouth. You moaned into him when he pressed a spot on your thighs it had you trying to close them but Arvin only pushed them wider. You could finally breathe again when he pulled his mouth off of you but instead opted to kiss your jaw and the side of your neck. You could feel his fingers on your underwear. They slowly rubbed up and down and you could feel the pair becoming wet. 
“You’re fucking drippin’ is that all for me?” he sighed as he pulled your underwear to the side and stared at it. Never in your experience has a boy even taken a peak. All the other times it was dark with you usually on top. It made you feel uncomfortable to have him this close. To have him staring at an intimate spot. To have him be the one that was overpowering you. It made you feel small, and you didn’t like the feeling of not being in control. He entered with a finger slowly bringing it out and in before adding another one. 
“Arvin please,” you gasped when he curled his fingers in a way that had you tensing. You pulled at his wrist until you felt his fingers go a bit faster. 
“Say that again,” he leaned over your body and whispered in your ear. “Say please and say my name again.”
“P- please, Arvin.”
Arvin kissed your lips as soon as those words left your mouth. His fingers didn’t stop nor slow once. Back and forth back and forth while you were squirming and moaning beneath him. Your hips met up with his hand every time causing his other hand to hold over your stomach to make you stay still. You cried out when his thumb started to rub at your clit. It was all too much for you, you were too weak, too intoxicated to get him off of you. It got to the point where he had you whining out for him. Begging him pleading for him to let you come. He smiled a devilish smile that had you furrowing your eyebrows, kissed your cheek, and nodded. You saw white and grabbed onto his hand that was holding you down. You moaned so loudly you swore that the woods were still echoing the sound that left your lips. Your body was too hot and paralyzed to even move. You breathed deeply as he fixed up your underwear and smoothed over your skirt. He stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you while he stared at you. He stared at you while he did it. You could’ve slapped him if you weren’t too out of it to say something. 
“Let's get you home, hmm?” he said a bit out of breath too. 
You nodded and tried to pick yourself back up to a comfortable position. You both were deathly silent in the truck. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing. When he finally pulled into your driveway you thanked him and went on your way. You didn’t turn back as you went inside of your house and you didn’t hear him pull out until you closed the door. 
. . . 
“Y’all look like princesses,” Momma said as she fluffed up your dress and then did the same for Lenora. 
Emma smiled as she watched you both from the dining room chair. 
“Arvin is drivin’ y’all to the dance, right?” Emma asked as she got up and leaned against the archway. 
“Yeah,” Lenora said happily. 
You could’ve broken something right then and there. 
“Arvin?” you said lowly and Lenora nodded in a smile. She didn’t notice how upset you were but Momma did. 
“Don’t worry I am sure other people are going to be comin’ up in trucks too,” she giggled as she fixed your hair again. 
You weren’t worried about that yet you played along. You sighed at Momma and Emma picked up your guys’s shoes. You didn’t want to go out of your house all of a sudden. You didn’t want to go and see him. You haven’t seen him in over a month. You didn’t know how you managed not seeing him considering he was basically Lenora’s brother. Yet you did, you hid away. You haven’t been out drinking since that night which made some of your “other” friends upset. You couldn’t give them the real answer as to why so you opted to just say you were grounded. 
Lenora held your hand and guided you outside. Momma and Emma followed behind, smiling as soon as Arvin’s truck was in their line of sight. 
“Be good girls,” Emma said as you and Lenora jumped into Arvin’s truck. You both gave them a quick wave and went on your way. 
The car wasn’t silent but it wasn’t very talkative either. Lenora seemed to notice the complete energy shift and she was hesitant to start the conversation. Somehow she did. She and Arvin did some small talk. Now and then she invited you to a conversation. You would reply with one-word answers. Finally, you made it to the dance you knew that some people were already tipsy before even walking in just from the way they walked. 
As soon as you and Lenora walked out of Arvin’s truck she checked on you. She whispered when she asked if you were alright. You only nodded. You didn’t want to be near Arvin for a moment more. She accepted it and walked you to the door. You glance to your right to see Tommy smile at you with a brown paper bag he isn’t careful hiding. 
“You go on in, I'll meet you inside, okay?” You said and Lenora looked between you and Tommy. She didn’t look pleased but she didn’t say anything. She nodded and walked in. 
You felt bad and you knew that what you were doing was bad. What you were about to do was impulsive but you couldn’t stop yourself as you walked towards Tommy. His little gang wasn’t there with him, it was just him with a bottle. 
“I knew you couldn’t hold up on a good time forever,” he said. 
You frowned and took the bottle from his hand. You downed whatever it was easily. It was sweet and burned the back of your throat. It was a pleasant burn, one that made you feel a bit better about leaving Lenora. You leaned against Tommy’s car, never noticing how he only stared at you. 
“You look beautiful tonight…” 
“I’m sure Susie would agree too,” you quietly said as you sipped the bottle. 
“You’re still mad at that?”
“You said that I was easier than Susie Cox. Who wouldn’t be mad at that,” you quipped.
He stared at your lips then your eyes and only smiled. His hand touched your cheek, smoothing out your jawline and then finally holding it. 
“You know I don’t believe that…” he whispered as he moved his face towards your lips. 
You let him kiss you and you smiled. He was an idiot and a bully but you still let him kiss you. You couldn’t fully get why you did. You closed your eyes as you let him fully relax onto you. His hands started to make their way down to your neck then your back. It was calming, you felt calm as he held you. That was until you felt air circulate you, and Tommy was on the ground with Arvin on top of him hitting him repeatedly. You gasped as you stared at them. You couldn’t even scream from how stunned you were at the sight. 
“Stop, Stop it! Arvin quit!” You yelled at him and pulled at him but you couldn’t get him off of Tommy. “Please, Arvin please stop.” 
You could feel tears in your eyes. You know once you started crying you couldn’t stop. He only stopped when blood started pouring from Tommy’s nose. You yelped at the sight of his face. The whimpering sounds of the younger man were startling to hear. You couldn’t quell it though as you were being pulled away. 
You were farther away from the dance from Tommy’s bloody face. You cried when Arvin shoved you against his truck, “Why did you do that?”
“How could you willingly give yourself to that boy?” 
You didn’t know why he asked that or why he even thought it was any of his business.
“You’re not my dad. I shouldn’t have to tell you why I do the things I do and it shouldn’t bother you.” 
“I don’t think you understand…” he quietly said as he took your hair in his hands. You screeched when he pulled your head back. He quickly covered your mouth. The searing pain of your hair being ripped and pulled back had you sobbing. You could barely look at Arvin from how blurry it all was. 
“From the moment I touched you I claimed you. You don’t get to whore yourself around anymore. Not with me around to stop it.” His sharp words made you quiver against him. “Unless you want me to go to your mother and tell her all the sinful things I’ve watched you do.” 
You shook your head whimpering at how tight his hands were around your hair. 
“Are you going to be good from now on?” He asked and you nodded your head. His lips curved up at that. “Turn around, hold your dress up, and bend over against the truck.” 
You paused for a moment before finally doing what he ordered. You knew crying wasn’t going to get you out of this but you couldn’t stop the tears that traveled down your face. You held up your dress and you bent over the side of his truck. He held your hips tightly and pulled you back so your ass could fully be seen by him. He slapped it harshly once and then again and again. You could barely hold yourself in the position from how bad his slaps burned into your skin. When he was done he pulled down your underwear and stuffed his fingers inside you. 
“Soakin’ my fingers,” he whispered in your ear. You tensed at that. Your nails felt like they were going to snap as you gripped his truck for support. 
You heard the sound of his zipper going down and the ruffling of clothing. If you could make yourself run right now you would’ve been you couldn’t wield yourself to move. Not even an inch. You gasped when you felt his head push into you. It was going to be a tight fit and you didn’t know if you could handle it. He was so thick that you could feel every vein and inch of him. You whimpered when he finally was flushed against you. 
“That’s my good girl,” he said as he smoothed over your ass. 
His touch was soft against you like he was saying sorry for slapping you but his thrusts were deep and rough. He was sending a message through them through each powerful thrust. You moaned at the feel of him and when he pulled you close to him, your back was to his chest. 
“You’re mine now,” he grunted. “No one else gets to use this anymore. Just me, only me.”
You nodded as he fucked you against his truck. You squeezed your eyes shut when he hit a spot within you that had you cursing his name. He held his hand over your mouth and with one final thrust had you seeing stars. You came all over him. He didn’t stop only going in harder than before. You didn’t think he would come inside you not until he whispered breathily about how you were milking him dry. You mumbled under his hand trying to plead with him. But he only chuckled and held his other hand to your stomach. His finger slipped onto your clit rubbing it over and over again. 
You didn’t know you had another in you until you were coming around him a second time. This time it sent him off the edge too. You sobbed when he held himself there planting himself deep inside you. When he pulled out you cringed at the feel of his come dripping down your thighs. No boy has ever came inside you there was no possible way you would ever risk getting pregnant. Yet Arvin did it. Without your permission. You wanted to hit him, to curse at him but you couldn’t even move. Arvin pushed some of his come back into you and pulled your underwear back up. 
“Now go inside and give Lenora a good time.”
You nodded quietly doing what he told you to do. You could barely walk but somehow you made it to Lenora. She could tell something happened to you but to be honest you were too out of it to even notice. Just grabbed her and danced. Here on the floor, you could forget about Arvin and your newfound terrifying relationship with him.
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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!
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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.”
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𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒 — 𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋
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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.
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom Holland x fem!Black!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you like it! <33
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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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hello angel, what do you think of numbers 16 and 18 from prompt list 3 for our boy arvin russel? please and happy new year!
angel 🥺
pairing: arvin russell x reader
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it had been a week of you living at the russell house after your parents decided to split up. lenora, your best friend had been kind enough to provide you with a roof over your head. emma was a very supportive lady and you needed that sort of environment to overcome the fact that your parents were going to legally part ways. sometimes she would hold you when you cried because the pain of seperation was nothing new to her. it reminded the old lady of the time her son went to war and she longed for any information of his whereabouts.
sometimes you cried at nights alone in bed while everyone was asleep. you stayed in under your blankets and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your own sobs.
on monday you finally went to school with lenora. after a whole week of missing school, your friends were happy to see you but gene dinwoodie and his gang were constantly teasing you about your parents’ situation.
you couldn’t face the humiliation as you rushed out of the school halfway. you walked the whole way back, sobbing and wiping the trail of tears that covered your face every once in a while.
you assumed no one would be home because emma mentioned that earskell would be driving her to the grocery store across town to get some stuff for her special meal on lenora’s upcoming birthday.
but you were proven wrong when you saw arvin standing on the porch next to his uncle’s rocking chair, smoking a cigarette.
he stood up straighter, putting out his cigarette as soon as he saw you.
you never really saw arvin around the house, just carrying groceries for emma and helping repair something around the house but you were almost sure you had spent more time in the house in a week that you stayed there than he did in eight years.
“what’s wrong?” he pointed to your tear stained cheeks and red eyes.
“nothing.” you replied, walking inside the house to avoid a conversation.
you thought he wouldn’t care any further but he followed you inside, “kids at school bothering you?”
“it doesn’t matter really.” you said, placing the books you were carrying on the dining table. you saw arvin disappear into the kitchen and felt bad about talking to him rudely. he was just being nice.
you were about to follow him into the kitchen but he came back with a glass of water. you took it from his hands, flashing him a little smile, and took a sip of water.
“if you want i can beat ‘em up for you.” he shrugged so casually it made you laugh.
after that day arvin and you became friends too and you noticed a lot more of him in the house. you noticed him helping lenora and you with homework, being in kitchen– even if he didn’t work much– with the three of you, eating at the table with everyone. you also noticed his room was right next to the one you were staying in.
after almost three weeks of living with the russell’s, you found a letter in the mailbox addressed to you. it was your mom’s. it was quite early in the morning, you hadn’t gone to school with lenora and you were sure no one was home so you carried the letter to your room, got under your covers and tore it open, reading it.
she had apologised for their constant bickering in that letter and asked you to stay with her once the divorce was settled. you sniffled, placing the letter at your bedside table.
the sudden knock at your door caught you off guard. arvin’s cap was the first thing you noticed as he entered the room partially, “everything okay?” he asked, voice deeper than his usual pitch. you probably woke him up.
“y-yeah, everything is fine.” you wiped your face with your sleeves.
“we got thin walls.” he said, entering the room fully now, “is everything okay?”
you nod your head, “mama sent me a letter, calling me back.”
“you don’t want that?” he rubbed his eyes, walking closer and sitting at the edge of your bed, close to your feet.
“what?”
“to leave here?”
you weren’t sure how to answer that. you wanted to go stay with your mother but something was holding you back too. you wondered if it was emma’s sweet nature, or getting to stay with lenora, or if it was arvin. the possibility made your heard flutter.
instead of saying any of that, you just chose to go with, “it won’t be the same without him there. my daddy.”
arvin placed a hand over yours, which was nervously fidgeting in your lap. he held it and looked into your eyes, “it’s gonna be alright.”
those words felt like everything you needed to hear. you nodded, giving him a smile. the two of you sat there in solitude until arvin’s words cut through the silence, “can i sleep with you?”
you could feel the drowsiness in his voice. instead of wording an answer, you simply lifted your blanket, inviting him to lay with you.
you two laid down, arvin hesitantly placing an arm around your waist. you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder until his head chin was resting over your head and your face was nestled into his chest.
you were enveloped in arvin, “oh, you’re so warm, don’t even let go of me.” the brunette mumbled, reading your thoughts. his eyes were closed and expressions the definition of calm when you looked up to read his face.
maybe arvin russell was the only reason you wanted to stay.
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