#Arvin russell fic

[silkscream]

it’s missing arvin hourssss if you’re open to a req!! the towns in the midst of a heat wave and arvin can’t get over how you look licking a cherry ice pop on the tailgate of his truck

MDNI 18+ ONLY

goddd i miss him sm. you know that humidity is getting the best of him, but he's trying real damn hard to be productive out in the garden pulling weeds so the summer vegetables can thrive.

meanwhile, you're sitting pretty on the open bed of his truck in your halter tank and matching shorts, sprawled under the western sun. you like watching arvin work -- you like the way the veins in his arm flex when he grips the earth, like how when he wipes the sweat off his brow his dirty white tee hitches up just in the slightest to reveal his happy trail. you like those momentary looks he gives you, knowing full well that his eyes are scanning your bare legs before nodding at you casually like he isn’t fully smitten. the twinkly sound of the neighborhood’s ice cream truck’s jingle makes your ears perk up.

“you want a lemonade or somethin’, arv?” you beckon after him once you get to your feet.

“‘m good, baby,” he gruffs, fixated now on some sort of carpentry project in the garage. pouting, you skip your feet less than a block to get a treat, batting your eyes generously enough for the teenage clerk to stammer over his words and fuck his counting over a handful of coins. ultimately, your warm face makes him give in, so he lets you off the hook and lets you buy the little girl in line behind you an ice cream, too. he’s bewitched after you wink goodbye.

arvin doesn’t notice your return, which makes you roll your eyes. and you’re not one to be needy, anyways, so you crank up the radio to drown out the sounds of manual labor with doo-wop, and you suck on your cherry ice pop. it’s refreshing, it really is, but what’s more refreshing is the moment arvin looks up to see you in the bed of his truck blooming like a flower with carnation-red lips. 

“is it getting all over me?” you pout. “or do you want some?”

“i want something, alright,” arvin mumbles under his breath. “you tryna put on a little show for me, pretty thing? chrissake.”

“father benjamin says not to say the lord’s name in vain.”

“fuck father benjamin.”

you giggle, pushing the red popsicle deeper into your mouth until liquid dribbles down to your chin. you struggle to clean yourself up, cupping your palm to collect the excess as arvin stares.

“you’re fuckin’ killing me, doll.”

“huh? i’m mindin’ my own fuckin’ business,” you chuckle. “if you’re so desperate for a break, just take one, vinny.”

he sighs, looking back into the garage as he wipes his face with his t-shirt. he does it deliberately -- arvin isn’t one to show off, but he knows what makes you tick -- as he exposes his bare midriff and the defined lines of his abs.

“think i might take a cold shower. think you might need one, too.”

before you can register it, arvin takes a few steps closer to you just so he can kiss you on your neck, lick you down to your chest where he can lap up the sweet slick of the cherry ice pop that had melted and dripped onto your skin without you noticing. you gasp at the feeling and immediately feel a fluttering in your core.

“you’re getting it all over your hands, angel,” he gives you a low chuckle, lips right near your earlobe. “better clean you up, huh?”

it takes less than two minutes for the two of you to walk back into the house to turn on the shower -- water running cold -- but he doesn’t even bother to get you into it. instead, he’s quick to strip off your matching set along with his t-shirt and jeans, whiplash overcoming your senses when he’s got you leaning over the bathroom sink with his mouth licking up the sweat on your neck.

he loves you like this -- submissive and bent down under him with his hand around your throat while the mirror starts to fog up from your desperate pants. the moment you feel him slide into you from behind, your skin feels like it’s on fire, which may be counterproductive considering the heat wave both of you are trying to escape, but both of you are too busy riding the throes of ecstasy to care.

it’s so much -- the feeling of his thick cock, the sweltering heat, his fingers in your mouth. 

“fuck, honey,” arvin grunts into your shoulder. “most beautiful woman i ever seen. shit.”

you moan back unintelligibly. maybe it’s the heat, the sweat, the pheromones working on overdrive, because arvin doesn’t expect to be this close so fast. he’s got your hair balled up in his fist as he thrusts into you, a much more fulfilling workout than the damn yard work consuming all his days.

when he does cum, so do you. your thighs nearly give out, actually, shaking from the impact of him being so deep that the coil inside of you breaks completely. your stomach aches in inferno, but you suppose the pain is worth it if it’s always going to be this honey-sweet.

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[ptergwen]

hiii !! i have a request for arvy 🥺🥺

can we do like he gets injured probably doing something stupid but y/n is under the impression that it’s rlly bad until she sees him & arvin has to calm her down and maybe like get her to fall asleep next to him ? i love the like worried gf trope haha

w/c: 547

a/n: omfg i’m soooooooo sorry for how late this is but this req is super cute and i hope you enjoy anyways <3 mwah

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“you better come quick, y/n. he’s hurt real bad.”

lenora drags you down the hall to arvin’s room. you rush behind her, letting her guide you by your hand.

“how bad is it? is he gonna be okay?” you ask. “you know arvin. he’s always gettin’ into trouble,” lenora sighs. “but he’s back on his feet in no time,” she reminds you. “your brother’s a champ, i’ll give him that,” you agree. the two of you stop in front of arvin’s bedroom door. “so are you for puttin’ up with him,” lenora smiles.

“thanks, nora. i’ve got it from here.”

lenora nods and disappears back down the hallway. you enter the room without bothering to knock, concern evident on your features. arvin is laid on his bed with a damp washcloth held to his forehead, his face littered with gashes. he jolts up when you barge in.

“aw, baby,” you coo, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “it’s late, sweetheart. what’re you doing here?” arvin wonders. “lenora rang. said you had an accident,” you cup his face in both your hands. your thumbs smooth over the slices in his skin. “what happened?” you frown. “it was nothin’. nothin’ you need to worry your pretty little head about,” arvin assures you.

you raise a stern eyebrow at your boyfriend. he props himself up on his elbows and sets his washcloth aside, revealing a bump on his forehead.

“that’s not nothin’, arvin,” you gasp. “you get into another fight? if that son of a bitch gene is still pickin’ on you, i swear i’ll-“

“settle down, sweetheart. i ain’t fight nobody,” arvin chuckles, arms looping around your waist. “got a little banged up while i was workin’ on my car, that’s all,” he says. “but you work on your car all the time. never been hurt like this,” you tilt his head up to better inspect his face. “yeah, i know. made a mistake this time,” arvin winces.

“what kind of mistake?”

“i had the hood popped, and it sorta closed on me.”

arvin offers a pained smile. you let out a breath and press your forehead to his, careful to avoid the bump on it. he pulls you into his lap, his grin widening.

“didn’t break no bones or anything, did you? maybe we should get you checked up.”

“that’s alright. i’m okay, sweetness. promise.”

your eyes search for arvin’s. they meet yours.

“you sure? ‘cause lenora made it sound like somethin’ serious,” you recall. “shoot, she wasn’t even supposed to tell you,” arvin mumbles. “why not?” you furrow your eyebrows. “i don’t like it when you worry ‘bout me, and now you’re worryin’,” he nudges your forehead with his.

“i love you, arvin. can’t help it.”

“i love you, too. but i hate seein’ you so stressed out.”

“then don’t be so stressful.”

arvin captures your lips in a soft kiss. one of your hands travels down the back of his neck, lips moving slowly with his.

“think we both need a good night’s sleep. you wanna stay over?” arvin speaks up. “course,” you smile.

the two of you crawl into bed, cuddling up in each other’s arms. you kiss the bump on arvin’s forehead before he drifts off to a well deserved slumber.

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[alltoowelltom]

hold your horses! (t.h)

tom holland x reader

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

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

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

"Tom?" prompts the interviewer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom laughs as he winks at you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tommy 🤠: Did we just get engaged??

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

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

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

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

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[yichuuonvenus]

!!I am a dark fic writer so if that scares you please do not go any further!! - Love, Yichuu

Peter Parker Ethan Landry Tom Riddle Coriolanus Snow Walter De Ville Loki Laufeyson Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen Arvin Russell

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[hollandsfavbabe]

Hi can I please request Arvin Russel x Reader, where your “friends” because you kinda are in the “popular” crowd at school, are jealous of her having Arvin. Maybe, they see you and Arvin out together at the move night, in his car making out feeling jealous they chat shit about you! And then the reader finds her friends trying to flirt with him one day but all they get is revenge from the reader. Arvin ofc is one loyal, man he just scoffs telling his mind to them not even holding back! Thank you so much, love your writing it is absolutely beautiful!! Free free to request anything from Tom Holland or his characters such as Arvin Russel and Peter Parker on my Page!! Plus look at my Sweet treat Party, don’t be shy to request!! Also Can we be mutuals? I would love to talk to you 🥰💜

a/n: tysm i had so much fun writing this!!! yes ofc we can be mutuals, message me anytime!

Gold Rush

pairing: arvin russell x reader

synopsis: in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

warnings: language, slight jealousy, a very loyal arvin 

word count: 3.0k

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“Momma’s taking me to get my hair done again tomorrow.” Betty bragged, earning ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhh’ from the small group of girls that sat with her, all except you. You were hardly paying attention to the bratty girl who you hardly considered a close friend of yours. You hung out with the clique at school, participated in most of the conversations, but you weren’t close enough with any of them to see them anywhere else besides during school. In fact, there were many times when you would sit or walk with them, but not be entirely there, this being one of them as you glanced at the boy across the lunch yard from you.

Arvin Russell, to many a quiet boy who made no difference in the course of their life, but to you, he was everything. You two were certainly a pair, nothing official in the eyes of others, but together you shared a connection so strong, you couldn’t imagine any sort of realistic future without him. You kept your relationship on the down low, preferring to meet up in private and only steal quick glances in public when others were around, especially your small girl crew. Even Arvin’s sister Lenora had no idea about you two, though she had her suspicions Arvin was with someone while he was out all evening doing what he played off as ‘studying’ or ‘partner work.’

Your secrecy wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, the complete opposite actually. The girls you hung around were considered quite popular in your small town high school, all stupid rich with the finest clothes and nothing, but the best cuisine for lunch (how they got such fancy food in a rural town was beyond you). From past drama, you also knew them to have a nasty habit of stealing one another’s partners, especially Betty who claimed she was better off alone, but had a different fling every month that she always ended up dumping. Though you weren’t completely sure, you knew that the news of your relationship with Arvin would put you both at risk of breaking up due to pressure and the chance for him to score someone better off than you, financially. Your insecurities had come up in conversation before with the boy you loved so dearly, but even after he had assured you that he would never do such a thing, you took no chances. Arvin was yours and you were forever his.

Your heart fluttered as you saw Arvin turn his head, meeting your stare as he grinned and winked at you. You blushed, hiding your smile by covering your mouth with your hand and subtly waving for him to turn back around in an attempt to get your head back into the conversation. You wouldn’t have succeeded if it weren’t for Ivy, another girl in the group who was seated next to you.

“Whatcha looking at y/n?”

You turned to her, eyes wide as you quickly regained composure and shrugged it off.

“Oh you know me! Always gawking off.” you awkwardly laughed, hoping to play it off. To your dismay, all the girls turned to look where you had been staring, seeing the back of Arvin’s hat covered head as he  obeyed your command to turn away, hiding his own grin.

“Hey, isn’t he that Russell boy?” one of the other girls asked, pointing him out. Your stomach dropped as conversation erupted around the boy who had your heart, something you definitely did not mean to happen.

“I hear he’s fucking his sister.”

“Oh don’t be silly Majorie! That boy couldn’t fuck a sock of he tried! He’s a virgin.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m betting you he has a whole six pack hidden under all that denim. Just look at those thighs!”

“You’re right. I bet he fucks better than half the actors in those rom-coms they keep coming out with.”

“None of those people are actually fucking, you idiot. That’s why it’s called acting.”

“Oh right, acting.”

You had heard enough. As if listening to them insult your beloved wasn’t enough to make you rage, the remarks they made about his body almost caused you to erupt. They were no better than the boys who harassed you all, sexualizing him in such a way, but you said nothing as you dusted off your skirt and packed up the rest of your lunch to leave. Betty, the unofficial ring leader, noticed as she perked up.

“Where ya going y/n?”

You smiled at her, hoping to not give away your anger.

“I just need to visit the ladies room before next period. I’ll see y’all later.”

“Do you want someone to go with you?” she offered, likely to send someone else instead of going herself. You shook your head. No way were you taking one of them with you.

“I’m alright thanks. Y’all can stay here and keep chatting, I don’t mind.”

Betty eyed you suspiciously, wondering what exactly you were hiding, but she didn’t voice her suspicions as she waved you off.

“Ok then, see ya.”

You walked back into the building and to your locker, spinning the lock dial to unlock it so you could put your lunch away and grab your books. As you opened the door, a folded piece of blue-lined paper fell from one of the aeration holes, fluttering down as it traveled to the floor, light as a feather. Once your hands were emptied, you bent over to pick it up and unfolded it. There were words written upon it, scribbled out in familiar handwriting that had you smiling at as you read through it.

Movie tonight? -A

You held it against your chest, closest to your heart as butterflies flew through your gut. You felt like flying right out of your shoes. As if it couldn’t get better, a voice sounded from behind you, low and slightly southern accented as the very person who wrote the note called out.

“So, what do ya say?” Arvin asked.

You turned around to find him stalking closer, noticing his hat slightly askew on his head as he neared you.

“I don’t know, that depends. Will there be … popcorn?” You asked, popping the p in a sultry tone and pausing for effect as you crossed your arms.

“Sure will.” he affirmed.

“And what about … soda?”

He leaned against the locker next to yours,  inches away as he smirked at you.

“All different kinds.”

You leaned against your open locker door, facing him as you wore your own smirk. You reached out to fix his hat, turning it so that it lay straight in his head as it should.

“But will there be … candy?”

He chuckled, reaching for the hand that you had used to fix his hat and entwining his fingers with yours.

“Why ya tryna be difficult darling? Of course there’d be candy.”

You giggled as he placed a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

“We’ll in the case, I don’t see why I shouldn’t go.” you agreed, knowing both of you were very well aware that your answer would be yes all along. Arvin beamed at you.

“Great. I’ll pick ya up at 8:00 then and we’ll head over to the drive-in.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Arvin leaned in, looking into your eyes and down at your lips. You didn’t pull away as he planted a kiss on them, pulling away for a second before going back in to kiss you again, really kiss you as his lips met yours. You almost gave in, never having gotten over the indescribable feeling of kissing him, but you knew better than to let him do that in public. You pulled away and scrunched your eyebrows in disapproval, a habit you had that Arvin loved. He thought you were extremely cute.

“Arvin,” you scolded. “Not in public. You know that.”

He shrugged, sliding a hand up to your face to cup your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

“I’m sorry darling. Couldn’t help myself. You’re just so goddamn gorgeous.”

You blushed, turning to look at the floor and you pulled from his grasp and turned to walk the other way, the direction of your next class. You hoped he hadn’t seen your cheeks redden, but you knew he had.

“Later.” you called back to him, turning to smile at him as he smirked at you.

“Later then. I’ll pick you up tonight.”

“Don’t be late.” you teased, in a warning tone.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He closed your locker door for you, turning the opposite directions to head to his own class.

As promised, Arvin picked you up on time, even a few minutes early to give you plenty of time to pick out your snacks. You held his hand the whole way there, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand, the car ride silent save for the light radio playing. You didn’t talk, but you were both perfectly happy. Comfortable in each other’s presence and thankful for one another.

Arvin found a nice parking spot near the back of the drive-in, making sure it was still in view of the movie screen and yet out of the way of the projector to avoid being illuminated by it.

After the sun had set and the cool darkness of the new night blew in, the movie began playing and you two watched the beginning. As the night went on, you had eaten through a third of your popcorn and drank most of your soda as Arvin snacked on a some candy, but your snacks were tossed aside halfway through the film as you two got less involved in the movie and more involved in each other, caught up in a heated kiss. You couldn’t exactly recall how it started, who initiated it, any of the details really. All you knew was that he smelled like the cologne you knew him to wear since the day you two met and he tasted like red vines.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, holding you closer to him as he had his own around your waist, supporting you so you could do just that. You felt sparks as your lips moved against one another, slow turning to passionate in mere moments. You felt his tongue against your lower lip, seeking entrance which you denied playfully, grinning against his mouth. Arvin moved one of his hands down and lightly pinched your bum, causing you to gasp in surprise and giving him the opportunity to explore your mouth as he wished. You gave in, pulling on the roots of his hair as payback while simultaneously never wanting the moment to end as you moved your tongue in sync with his. There were no leaders, no one followed the other. It was a bond, simple as that, a bond that you shared and you personally never wanted to break.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself moving more and more onto Arvin’s lap until you were straddling him, your hands tangled in his hair as he fondled with your bum, feeling you all over, anywhere he could reach. Your lungs burned as they longed for air, your breathing heavy as you and Arvin’s lips finally left each other’s. You looked at him through your lashes, you head tilted down as you sat a little higher above him than you would at your usual height, his lap giving you a small boost. He eyed you in front of him, breathing heavily as his left hand moved up your body to cup your face, his thumb tugging at your now puffy and red bottom lip. He leaned in closer, your noses touching as he mumbled against your lips.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You chuckled, nuzzling your nose against his. It was now that heat would have flushed out your cheeks, but they were already rosy from kissing him.

“No more sweet talk, Russell. Kiss me again.”

“I only said one thing.”

“Mmm, I know, but it was too much.”

You pecked his lips, ready for it to get as intense as it was again until Arvin smirked and pulled away, fake glaring at you after you rejected his compliment. You were the one who cupped his chin this time, smiling at him.

“Hey. You know I’m just joking.”

You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his as he helped adjust you so that you sat comfortably against him, his arms wrapping back around you.

“I love you Arvin Russell.” you confessed.

It wasn’t the first time, you had already said your firsts months ago, but the effect you had on him, especially when you said those words, it never wore off. It was the same for him. Those three little words and he would have you melting, effortlessly, every damn time. Like a weakness, they got you at your most vulnerable. He pecked your lips again, this time with a little more force, his lips lingering on yours for a little longer. He picked up his head to break it, only for a second as he told you sincerely, “I love you, y/n y/l/n.” and before you knew it, his lips were back on your and you started making out again, intertwined and not to be unwound until at least the end of the movie.

School the next day felt long, nothing out of the norm, but you didn’t like it regardless. Not when you could be away from it all in the passenger's side of Arvin’s car as he drove you two to your special picnic spot. But alas, you were stuck with your cliché girl clique, dreaming of a weekend picnic. You had to remember to tell Arvin.

After your morning classes, you walked with one of the girls, Ivy, to your usual lunch spot when you noticed the other girls weren’t sitting down at your table like they normally would be. Instead you were horrified to see them all gathered around a table that was the usual lunch spot of a certain someone. You were stunned as Ivy dragged you towards them, listening as you heard them giggle and flirt with your boyfriend. There was no way they could have known, no way they found out about him so easily.

“I love that hat on you, Arvin.”

“Whatcha eating for lunch Arvin? How’s the taste?”

“Been working loads, Arvin? Doing some heavy lifting? I can tell.”

As you neared you noticed Betty sipping on what appeared to be a drive-in bag of gummy peach rings, eyeing you with a conniving look. That’s when it hit you. They must have seen you together at the drive in, they had to. One little mistake and now the wolves were after your love.

To your surprise, as you joined the crowd, the girls welcomed you with giggles.

“Lovely to see you y/n.”

“Is your lunch as good as your dinner from last night, y/n?”

“Come say hi to Arvin y/n! I’m sure you two know each other.”

You were red in the face, angry as you eyed Arvin who looked at you worriedly and glared at the girls.

“Ladies, I think we should give poor Arvin some space.” you suggested, hoping they’d take the hint and scram. Betty shook her head and placed her candy down on the lunch table.

“But we’ve only just started talking to him. I haven’t even gotten a chance to show him my new cut.”

She crossed a line as she bent down, her elbows squeezing her chest together to make her cleavage more obvious as she gave Arvin a seductive look. Arvin shifted in his seat, uncomfortably.

“So Arvin, how ya like my new hair? I just got it done this morning, missed first period. Go on, you can touch it if you’d like.”

You couldn’t believe it as your eyes watered, close to tears as you almost cried. But luckily, Arvin noted the lack of respect of boundaries as he stood and rolled his eyes. He made his way through the crowd of girls, scoffing as he reached for you and pulled you to him by your shoulder.

“Now, I’ve been tryna be nice and listen to y’all, but I can’t take another word. If this is how you react when you find out a girl that’s supposed to be your friend has a boyfriend, then I don’t want her to be friends with y’all no more. I’ve had it! Ya hear?!” The girls backed away, from you and Arvin as he moved his hand to grip your waist, a subtle message that he was here for you. They all nodded.

“Good. Now me an’ my girl are gonna go enjoy our lunch without all this nonsense. I don’t want to see any of y’all come near her again.” he started to walk off with you, the girls still shocked, but before you left, he turned back to one of the girls.

“And Betty, you best take care of that rat's nest on your head cuz it ain’t doing no one any favors.”

Betty looked appalled as you turned away from her and laughed with your lover, waiting until you were far enough away from the crowd to thank him at what was your new lunch spot.

You should never have doubted him, his loyalty to you. He’d never leave you for money, he’d never leave you for anything. Girls with centuries of financial stability had offered them up to him in your very presence and he never questioned being with you for a second. There was no hesitation as he rejected them. You were his soulmate, his forever partner, his best friend and all you could think as you stared at him is that you couldn’t have asked for a better one to call yours.

“Thanks baby. I think they needed that.” you expressed your gratitude, reaching for Arvin’s hand. He took yours in his and squeezed it briefly, sending his love for you through his touch. “Anything for my girl.”

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[poemsforparker]

ticket to ride - arvin russel | 18+ oneshot

(not my gif)

“I think I’m gonna be sad

I think is today, yeah

The girl that’s driving me mad

Is goin’ away”

pairing: arvin russel x f!reader

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

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

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

song inspiration

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But perfect things do not exist.

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

But she should.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bunnyscraft]

ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Lee Bodecker x Reader (pt 1)

Summary: Lee knows he’s a bad man. It only makes it easier doing bad things to make her his good girl. 18+ minors scurry off!!

Warnings: Dark Lee, Stalking, toxic relationships, age gap (reader 20, lee 40s), southern people (yes it’s a warning), mentions of death. Future smut: daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man, but he had to pretend to be. Some knew of his dirty deeds, most didn’t but you…..it was as if you could see through his perfectly crafted image. As if those Bambi eyes saw into his guilty soul. Maybe you couldn’t see the bad man in him. Maybe he was just paranoid at the possibility of scaring you away. Either way though, Lee wanted you.

He wanted to hear your pretty laugh, he wanted your perfect baking, and he wanted to see you fall apart for him. You were always so sweet and graceful. Almost swanlike. But Lee desperately wanted to see your pretty eyes spill with tears of pleasure. Tears that he caused. See your cute mouth struggle to find words as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body.

Lee knew pretty things like you didn’t last long in knockemstiff, women either raising babies, workin’ the street, or found dead. He wondered what you’d look like as his little housewife. You standing at the door with his meal ready and a baby in your belly, though something about your focus being on a child rubbed him the wrong way. No, Lee knew you were meant for more than the three types of women that this town allowed. No babies, no men ready to pay, and definitely not dead in an unsolved case file.

No, you were meant to be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. Lee may not be a good man but you, one way or another, were gonna be his good girl.

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- “is there a reason you’re blushin’ like that?” Sandy had questioned in an attempt to draw you out of your dreamy haze. - “just hot is all San” you lied. No truth was you found yourself eyeing your coworker and friends older brother. Way older.

Lee often came into the dinner on Thursday, always an hour after closing, but today he was thirty minutes late. You’d felt disappointed thinking he wouldn’t come in tonight until you heard the little ding from the door and his heavy sigh. Immediately you felt relaxed, as if all worry had left as soon as those blue eyes connected with yours.

Yes you’d had a little crush on the older man for reasons you couldn’t understand. Aunt Gill said the law of this town was corrupt and had always wanted you to stay away from the politics surrounding it, always telling you of how those men payed good money and even killed just for a little taste of power. Why would anyone kill for any kinda position in this town? Though even with her warnings you couldn’t look away. What if he was an exception? He rarely ever smiled but he always spoke to you with more respect than any other man and he tipped well too.

You watched as he made his way to his usual spot, you already cutting a piece of his favorite cherry pie. - “ just take Lee his pie and head home, girly. Don’t want ya to be late for Arvin tomorrow” Sandy said with a wink.

Oh. Oh yeah, Arvin. You’d been so consumed with what could possibly have kept Lee busy that you’d completely forgotten about your plans with Arvin tomorrow. He was a sweet boy who’d shown interest in your for a while now and he was actually your age, so when he’d nervously asked you on a date, of course you said yes.

You brushed off your hands onto the apron around your waist as you made your way over to Lee as a nervous quirk.

- “ Evening’ Sheriff. I’m glad you could still make it tonight” you said with a little smile. Genuinely happy to see him.

God that angelic smile almost broke Lee right there. - “ Sorry angel, got held back with a case. Preacher was found shot dead.”

Lee didn’t often tell you the dark things he worked with. He didn’t want to hurt your little heart…but sometimes he found a sick joy in seeing your babydoll eyes widen with fear. Fear of the dark world surrounding you. Lee wouldn’t let that world hurt you, no he did everything in his power to keep that darkness out, with the exception of himself.

- “oh gosh, Sheriff. The pie ain’t good enough for you to come by after something as exhausting as that!”

The pie? Surely you didn’t think he came here every day for the pie you didn’t even make? - “what makes you think i come here for the pie, babydoll?” Lee smirked as he watched your face heat up at his tone.

- “I-I just figured….figured ya know cause Sandy m-makes the pie and ya know…” he watched you mumble as you played with the hem of your uniform. Cute he thought. So fucking cute.

- “no, sweetheart. Gotta make sure my sis is treating my best girl right, don’t i?”

Your swear you heart beat broke some kind of record at his comment. You weren’t sure what to say but you knew you wanted him to continue.

- “ Lee let the girl go home!” His sister shouted as she made her way around the counter. - “you’ve kept her long enough. Y/n, honey you head home now, alright?” Sandy said as she handed you your little bag, almost pushing you out the door.

- “o-oh of course. Good night San. Good night Sheriff!” You called as you made your way out but not without hearing him say a ‘goodnight babydoll’ back.

You found yourself thinking about his comment the whole walk home and even into the night.

His best girl.

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- “you stay away from that girl, Lee.” His sister hissed with a finger pointed in his direction. - “ she’s got a good life ahead of her and she doesn’t need your issues gettin’ In the way.”

- “my issues” he scoffed. “My issue is the fact that rumor says my sister is out there whorin’ around! I don’t need you fuckin’ up this election for me Sandy.” He said standing up obviously pissed at her mentioning you.

- “their just rumors lee…and of course you’d bring that up when we’re talking about you. You’ve been drinkin’ again haven’t you? That why you’re obsessed with this girl?” She pushed.

- “ M’not obsessed. She’s sweet and why can’t I be interested in her? I deserve a life outside of pickin’ up your messes, Sandy!”

Sandy loved her brother. But she knew. She knew of his control issues. She knew of his drives past your little house and that he only showed up to the diner on nights you worked.

- “Well it doesn’t matter what you think you deserve when it comes to her Lee. You know why? Cause shes got a date with that Russell boy tomorrow. So you stay away and let her live free from your bullshit” Sandy snarled as she poked his chest.

Lee saw red. Arvin Russel? She thought he was more fucked up than that kid? Hell he figured the man behind the murder of that shifty preacher was Arvin. Like hell he’d let his angel go on a date with that kid. Lee was sure that kid wouldn’t even know how to please you right. He wouldn’t treat you like a princess and definitely wouldn’t make you cum as hard as he could.

Lee knew his sister and Arvin were just obstacles in his way. They wouldn’t be able to stop him from making you his.

- “ go home lee. It’s way past closing and I’m tired” Sandy mumbled as she pulled at her face.

- “Fine…just keep whatever shit you’re doin’…just keep it down. This rumor is the last thing I need.” He said as he laid down her change.

Lee made his way out to his car, still seething at the thought of his girl going out with someone who wasn’t him. He’d make his usual stop by your house tonight, make sure his angel was okay and safe even if he was slightly frustrated with your stupid decision.

No this is my fault.

If he’d have just claimed you as his already than this wouldn’t have happened. But he needed things to be perfect. He needed to get past this election and get Sandy off his back. Then you’d be his. His to love, his to fuck, and his to spoil. You’d be his, and only his. You be his perfect good little girl.

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- “Darlin’ here please take my jacket” Arvin pleaded. You were shaking like a leaf and it was killing him. -“ you’ll get sick and I’ll no choice but to nurse you myself”

Arvin taking care of you didn’t sound too bad. He’d been nothing but a gentleman so far. You’d wanted something simple, so you both had decided on getting some shakes. Well…something simple just wasn’t enough as the two of you had ended up getting lost in conversation. He told you about his mother and father and you told him about your life in the city. - “I don’t think that stigma is true ya know? Of city girls bein’ hard to please. You’re truly the sweetest thing I’ve ever met y/n.”

Hard to please.

- “I think you’re a real sweetheart too, Arvin.” You’d said and meant it. You enjoyed your time with the boy but couldn’t shake off that he was hiding something. He had a harsh life, his father had exposed him to traumatic things early on and with his Sisters passing recently, you bet you’d be a bit standoffish too.

The stars had already made an appearance in the sky, signaling it was time for you to head home to Gill.

- “y/n I was thinkn’…..well I’m askn’ if I could kiss you?” Arvin mumbled as he played with your smaller hands.

Did you want him to kiss you? Did you have romantic feelings for Arvin? There couldn’t be much harm in kissing him, you decided. So without an answer you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him. He tasted nice, like the birthday cake shake he’d had not long ago. He seemed stunned at first, but after a few seconds he started to kiss back. His hands slowly rubbed down your arms and you found yourself wanting more.

Though just as the pace picked up, Arvin stiffened.

- “Arvin, honey what’s wrong?” You pulled away, searching his eyes. He was looking behind you, hands tightly gripping your arms.

Confused as to what could possibly cause him to stop, you turned only to see what looked to be trees and an empty cop car. It frustrated you. Why was he being so odd?

- “well….uh..t-thank you for the evening, Arvin. I really enjoyed it.” You mumbled as you pulled away from him. Arvin still continued to stare, as if a ghost had stolen his attention, until it finally allowed him to place his eyes back on you.

- “good night y/n.” He muttered already turning back to head to his truck. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Had you done something wrong? His odd response had caused you to question yourself.

And he wasn’t even willing to drive you home.

You watched his back as he disappeared down the dark street. Willing the tears in your eyes to not make it down your face. Though you must’ve not tried hard enough.

- “asshole” you sobbed. You felt pathetic as you stood in the middle of your empty town. Gill was going to kill him when you explained to her why you came home with tears in your eyes and dirt staining your pretty white heals.

Be a big girl y/n.

You wiped the salty tears on the sleeve of his jacket that you still had on. The realization only made you cry harder. You didn’t even care that you were scuffing the shoes you’d saved up for, as you trudged your way home.

Lost in your pool of self loath, you’d yet to hear the car making its way past you as you neared the edge of the downtown street.

- “Sweetheart? Whatcha doin’ out here so late?“

Oh god.

The sound of his voice only caused you to burst into tears again. Of course your luck would have it were Lee Bodecker saw you as a crying mess right after you had your heart broken.

You’d heard the slam of his door but couldn’t see anything through your cloud of tears. Not until you felt his hands grab your face and gently do his best to rub them away. - “babydoll ima need you to tell me what happen- and who’s jacket is this? He cut himself off with his own question as he harshly pulled the jacket off your arms. You didn’t mind though, as the leather jacket rubbing against your skin only reminded you of the odd encounter you just had.

- “lee..please…” you mumbled as you looked up into his furious blue eyes - “ please just take me home…”

Lee knew he was selfish…but you’d asked him to take you home. You just didn’t know it would be your new home. You would forgive him eventually. He’d have to figure out a way to keep your disappearance quiet, maybe turn it on that fucking Russell kid, but he’d sort that out later.

For now all he needed to do was take his girl home…to her rightful home.

(Read pt two here)

Bunny’s note: WHEEw!! I’m obsessed with Seb’s dark characters 🥵 pt two coming soon 💕

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[dirtychocolatechai]

run from me darlin’ | a.r

🩸pairing | arvin russell x f!reader

🔪wc | 1.6k

🩸warning(s) | 18+, smut; dub con, teasing, possessive arvin, cornered against the wall, infidelity, cuckoldry, age gap, reader is a milf (arvin has mommy issues fite me), exhibitionism, dirty talk, dry humping, soft dark arvin, minor lactation kink (ig??), manipulation, praise

🔪summary | a thot sparked by this ask, aka the fic where arvin has mommy issues and has a massive crush on his boss’ wife. 

🩸notes | @darksideofthecocoamoon your fault your fault your fault 💀 do not ask me how i got here do not look at me idk man also don’t @ me i lived in bowling green for a few years and it was my worst nightmare

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On the run after shooting Bodecker and fleeing Knockemstiff, Arvin finds himself in Bowling Green, Ohio. It’s nothing but flat fields and corn as far as the eye can see.

The town’s small but not too small, with the added bonus of the local university being a great cover story. All he has to say is he’s a student, and any probing questions resolve themselves.

Before long he sets himself up as a part-time laborer on a dairy farm while working towards his ‘degree.’ The thing is… the farmer has the prettiest little wife he’s ever seen. Always greets him with soft hands, tender eyes and a honey-sweet smile. How could he not want you all to himself?

It’s also clear there’s no love lost between your husband and you, the air always rippling with tension. A marriage that’s over before either party’s realized it.

Maybe it’s the baby, maybe it’s the farm, maybe it’s just two people who were never right for each other in the first place. Regardless of the reason, Arvin knows you’re not being treated the way you deserve. 

But it’s gonna be alright because he’s here. You won’t have to cry yourself to sleep anymore. He’s more than willing to give you everything a woman wants - ready to cherish every inch of you he can.

And once the both of you are ready to move on, he’ll find a nice place to settle down and start a family of your own.

The only hiccup is that he has to convince you of how good it’ll be first. Change is scary but he’s patient. You’ll see it was all for the best in the end. There’s no need to cling to your old life when he’s offering something so much better.

Which is how you find yourself ambushed in the middle of the night by your deceptively sweet farmhand. He seemed like such a charmer, albeit sullen. Now he’s been here for months and refuses to leave you be. Always chasing after you with boundless passion and heady desire.

You’ve learned that once he gets his hands on you, there’s no getting free until he’s satisfied.

“Mm, yeah, that’s it, darlin’. Been wantin’ to do this all afternoon. Fuck - ya looked so pretty in that sundress.”

Teeth sink into the meat of your thumb, blood bursting iron sharp across your tastebuds. You whimper, muffled and needy as your back arches, your shoulder blades grinding into the oceanic wallpaper your husband helped pick out when you moved into the farmhouse.

Arvin presses you into the wall so hard it’s difficult to catch a breath, his chest a firm line of heat against your front. Weak hands shove at his broad shoulders but he doesn’t even flinch, his frame solid and unyielding.

“Always smell so good for me.” He looms over you, his head tucked into the curve of your throat as his teeth work at the flutter of your pulse. “My pretty, pretty baby.”

“Arvin, I said no marks…” Your hips jerk against his, a flush of shame heating your belly when you feel how wet your pussy is against his thigh. “I’m running out of makeup. Won’t be able to hide them.”

“Good.”

His words are a rumbled growl in your ear, his breath puffing over the sensitive shell. His hands capture the curves of your waist when you try to squirm away, steel bands that shackle you in place.

“Let ‘im see, let ‘im know his pretty little wife’s pussy belongs to me.”

A flare of heat kindles to life low in your belly, liquid desire settling between your thighs. You hate how much his words get to you, how desperate you get for his touch. He never takes no for an answer, just bulldozes right on in as he pleases.

The initiative shouldn’t be as flattering as you find it. But between juggling your baby, your husband, and the farm, your needs have fallen by the wayside. You can’t even remember the last time your husband touched you willingly.

“Arvin, please, I…”

If it’s a plea to stop or a plea to keep pushing you to your limits, you don’t know. This persistent young man has seen fit to invade every aspect of your life in such a short amount of time. You’re not sure you recognize the person you’re becoming under him.

A kneecap grinds into your aching clit.

“Arv-hhn…” you pant, burying your head in his shoulder. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft against your lips. “Can’t - can’t…”

“Shh,” he says, rocking up into the cradle of your thighs, his voice a low croon that hooks behind your navel and tugs. “Ya can, I know ya can, darlin’. Doin’ so good for me.”

The tidal wave of pleasure crashes through you, ebbing flows that tease at your nerve endings until you’re sobbing in his arms. Muffled sounds ring out through the empty hall, shattering the midnight silence. Your legs tremble with the effort of holding your weight, your hips flexing with aborted thrusts.

He plasters your bodies together from hip to sternum, the momentum of his teasing grinds never faltering. So firm and warm and right where you want it…

“Better be quiet if you’re so worried,” Arvin says.“They’ll hear ya and then what’ll ya do? Your precious husband’ll see his slut of a wife hanging off another man’s cock.”

You swallow, the filthy works sparking a shiver of delight. You clench, a rush of slick wetting the seat of your panties. And that’s perhaps the worst thing about all of this - how much your body craves his touch.

Ashamed, your eyes slam closed but not before you catch Arvin’s gaze, his eyes half-lidded and impossibly dark with hunger.

“Oh, is that what you’ve been hidin’ from me, darlin’?”

He breathes, his long fingers reaching up to caress the soft swell of your breast. He drops kisses along the curve of your jaw with a pleased little hum, and circles the peak of your nipple through the thin camisole.

“Ya want ‘im to see, ya want ‘im to know how wet ya get for me - don’t ya?”

Your answer sounds in the form of a moan.

He smirks, a devilish curve to his lips, “Mm, why don’t we show ‘im then?”

Your eyes snap open, immediately desperate for an altogether different reason. Your stomach drops at the look of utter satisfaction on Arvin’s face. Before you can beg and plead, two fingers wrap around your nipple and squeeze hard. Try as you might, you can’t bite back the utterly wrecked noise that claws its way out of your throat, echoing loud.

Wetness trickles from your breast, dribbles down your skin and sticks your sleep shirt to you. The colour of your areola peeks through the milk-soaked fabric. But you don’t have time to worry about leaking through another shirt because there’s no way your husband didn’t hear that. You’re in the hall right outside the master bedroom. 

The bed creaks. “You all right out there?” your husband calls.

“Arvin, get out of here.” He doesn’t budge. You smack his chest with a hollow thump. “Damnit, Arvin, go!”

Another rough tug of his fingers, and you’re weak-kneed. Fuzzy-headed. More milk dribbles from your tender nipple. You hiss at the overstimulation, little sparks of pain in the pleasure.

Devil black, and delicious.

About to cry, you can’t help jerking over his thigh one last time just to feel the drag of your slick folds. And then you’re trying to squirm out of his ironclad hold. You both know it’s in vain - if he doesn’t want you to go anywhere, you won’t - but you put up a fight all the same. 

“Please, go.”

His breath stutters from him, his eyes burning into yours as he sucks off the milk clinging to his fingertips. You always look the prettiest to him when you cry, your eyes glassy and desperate for something only he can give you. He grinds close so he can feel every inch of your softness.

“Just as sweet as always.”

“Arvin,” you say with a shake of your head. “He can’t see you.”

“I will this time,” his eyes are shards of flint when he holds your gaze, his mouth a set line of tension, “But ya can’t run from me. I’m gettin’ real tired of hidin’ an’  of sharin’. You’re mine, he just doesn’t know it yet.” 

Before any more can be said, the pressure of Arvin’s body against yours disappears in a great rush of air. You shiver, reaching up to fix your strap just as the door to the bedroom swings open and your husband pokes his head out. He calls your name, his eyes squinting through the dark. 

“Woman, the hell you doin’ out here?”

“Nothing, just,” you start, off-kilter, “just getting something to drink.”

You’ve never been more thankful you married a man with poor eyesight. If he saw the evidence of your indiscretion… your trembling thighs, the dampened crotch of your shorts, nipples peeking through the ruined tank top… there’d be no saving it. 

“Ya sure? Thought I heard a yelp.”

The words taste like ash when you smile and say, “Mhm… kicked that side table again.”

His chuckle sounds, the shape of his body turning back into the room. “Maybe we should get a damn nightlight for the hall then.” He turns back to look at you. “Ya comin’?”

“Y-Yeah, be there in a minute, sweetie.” You don’t hear his response, too focused on the phantom hands gliding along your thighs, cupping your cunt and playing with your dripping folds. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Smoke and faded cologne tease your senses, moist lips skimming the side of your face as Arvin whispers a promise into your skin, “See ya tomorrow, darlin’.”

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Can you please write a blurb for Arvin with the prints 52 and 84? Also can it be fluff please? Thank you!!!!

It has been a while since I've written for Arvin! Glad to be getting back to him, hope you enjoy love! As always feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Also I’m sorry for the late night post, I love you guys xx

Babies and Rivers

52 - “Help me, my leg is asleep.”

84 - "Why are you sticky?"

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Arvin and you head to the river to relax after a long day

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Arvin watched as you paced down the driveway towards his car, it was obvious already that you were exhausted. You were slouched over, your hair, which had been down when he dropped you off, was now tied in a messy ponytail. Arvin leaned over to open the door for you as you approached the car.

“Hey sunshine,” he smiled, “Why the sour face?”

You shot him the dirtiest look he’d ever seen as you climbed into the passenger seat, “We are never, ever having kids.”

He laughed, “That bad?”

You nodded, “You have no idea. They were acting crazy all day, Jonathan started screaming if I put him down for even a second, and I couldn’t get Henry to sit down for anything. I mean even during lunch he kept getting up and running around.”

“I’m sorry darlin’,” he frowned and kissed the back of your hand, “Why don’t we skip the river today? We can just head back to mine or yours so you can rest for a while.”

“No, no, I still wanna go,” you insisted, “I’m sure you already packed food up and everything…”

“I did, but we still don’t have to go.”

“I want to, I’m sure I’ll feel better after I eat and sit down for a while,” you scooted into the middle seat of his truck and kissed his cheek.

“Alright,” he grinned, “But let me know if you change your mind.”

“Yay,” you cheered, snuggling into his side as he pulled onto the road.

Arvin set his hand on your leg but almost instantly retracted it, his face contorting to disgust, “Why are you sticky?”

“Oh god,” you groaned and looked down at your legs, they looked fine but when you touched them they were sticky, “I let the boys have some popsicles, I thought I got it all off of me,” you cringed as you poked your leg, “That’s disgusting.”

Arvin started to laugh, “Don’t worry, you can rinse off in the river.”

You sighed and leaned back against the car seat, “You better have packed some good food.”

“Don’t worry, I made us some sandwiches, and I went to that bakery downtown and got some of those little cakes you like,” he reached over for you again, running the back of his fingers down your cheek, “You could close your eyes for a minute pretty girl.”

“I’m okay,” you assured, turning lazily towards him, “You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?”

“I try my best,” he lifted his arm, giving you room to snuggle up underneath it, “Now come here, sticky or not, I like having you close.”

“Aw,” you cooed as he wrapped his arm around you.

You turned your attention to the road ahead of you. The town started to fade away, being replaced with dense trees and only the occasional home as you krept closer and closer to the river. Arvin was driving out further than he usually he did, wanting to make sure that you two wouldn’t run into anyone while you were out. It was a special day, he wanted to keep it just the two of you.

“Here we are,” he grinned as he pulled into a small dirt parking lot. A large sign advertised some kind of hiking trail, “Looks like it’s just us.”

“Yay,” you grinned.

Arvin passed you the picnic blanket as he climbed out of the car. He took the basket of food and your hand and led you down a thin dirt trail. It was hot, and you were tired, but Arvin promised you it wasn’t a far walk. He half jokingly offered you a piggyback ride, but you had a little too much pride to accept it.

“Here we are,” he grinned as you two stumbled into a small alcove.

The river bank was all rock and grass, it was much more serene than the dirt banks closer to your home. You spread the blanket out on the grass and happily fell down on top of it. You kicked off your shoes and spread your arms out over the blanket. Arvin laughed and set the basket down beside you. You watched with a smile as he lifted his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks.

“I would whistle if I wasn’t so tired,” you grinned up at him.

He smiled and tossed his shirt at your face, “There, you can have a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shirt off you, “Come on, I already have a million of those.”

“Cause you’re a thief,” he pinched your chin and opened up the basket, “You still hungry sweetheart?”

“I’m starved,” you rubbed your grumbling stomach with a smile, “Sandwiches right?”

He nodded and set a paper plate in your lap, “Yeah, I put a lot of hard work into them so you better enjoy.”

Your eyes widened excitedly as he presented the sandwich to you, “Don’t worry, I plan on it.”

The sandwich tasted divine after the long day you’d had. You were eternally grateful that you had a boyfriend who didn’t mind sitting quietly while you ate. Arvin was always happy just to be near you, and he didn’t mind at all if you wanted to sit in silence after a long day. He would just sit beside you and peck at his food, watching you watch the river.

“This is nice,” you hummed, “The river’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” Arvin pecked your cheek.

You flushed and turned to him, “You don’t have to be so sweet all the time Arvin.”

“Well sure I do, it’s what you deserve,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, “How’s the sandwich?”

“Amazing,” you groaned before shoving the last bite into your mouth.

“Save room for dessert,” he laughed, “You really were starving huh?”

You nodded, “You have no idea, I had no time to eat while I was chasing the kids, I thought I was about to wither away.”

“My poor girl,” he flashed a pout, “You know when we have kids I’m sure they’ll be much sweeter to you than the boys are. They’ll save all the screaming and running around for me.”

“The boys are sweet Arvin, they’re just kids,” you cracked a small smile, “And I’m sure our kids will terrorize us equally.”

“Well probably, but I was trying to make you feel better,” he chuckled and peeked into the basket beside him, “You want your cake now sweetheart?”

You hummed and nodded, “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Great, just one thing first,” his cheeks dusted pink, “I know you said you didn’t want to do gifts but I couldn’t help myself…”

“Arvin,” you scolded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he waved his hand at you and reached into the basket, pulling out a small black, velvet box, “It’s small, don’t worry.”

You tried to fight your smile as he placed the box in your lap, “Now I feel bad, I should have got you something.”

“I don’t need anything sweetheart, I just like seeing you happy,” he kissed your cheek, “Go ahead and open it.”

“I am, have some patience,” you giggled and pulled the box open.

Inside was a simple silver chain with a small heart charm hanging off of it. The charm had been delicately carved with both of your initials. It was absolutely gorgeous, your mouth fell open in disbelief.

“You like it?” he questioned.

You quickly nodded, “I love it Arvin, this is so beautiful.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Thank goodness. You have no clue how nervous I was.”

“I love it,” you repeated, pulling him in for a quick kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he set both his hands over yours, “Can I help you put it on?”

“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly.

Arvin crawled behind you and swept your hair to the side. He took the necklace from the box and wrapped it around your neck. He carefully clasped it behind you and pressed his lips to your neck.

“There,” he pulled away with a content hum, “I think it looks pretty, silver looks good on you.”

You nodded in agreement, “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he ran his hand over your collar with a smile, “Happy anniversary sweetheart.”

“Happy anniversary,” you cooed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?”

“A few times,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek and started trailing kisses up your jaw, “How about we head in the water? It’s hot out here.”

“You can head in, I think I’m gonna lay down for a minute,” you patted his chest and flattened out the blanket, “Just a minute though, don’t let me fall asleep.”

“Why are you laying down if you don’t wanna fall asleep?” he laughed.

“I just wanna rest a minute,” you laid your head in his lap, “You can get in if you want.”

“No, no, I’ll stay here,” he ran his hand through your hair, “You rest.”

Your eyes fell heavy as you watched the river in front of you. The soothing sound of the water and Arvin’s hand in your hair were urging you to sleep, but you were determined to stay awake. You wanted to enjoy the river and actually get in the water for a while, you could sleep later, when you were curled up in bed with your boyfriend.

“You still wanna stay awake pretty girl?” Arvin cooed, noticing you starting to drift off in his lap.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I’m gonna get up and we’re gonna go swim.”

He smiled to himself, “Why don’t you get up then?”

“I will, I will,” you promised, “It’s only been a minute.”

“No,” he peaked at his watch, “It’s been almost an hour.”

You looked up at him, “No it hasn’t.”

“Yes, it has,” he chuckled, “You keep drifting off and waking up. You know we can always go home if you’re that tired, the river will still be here tomorrow.”

“I want to swim,” you insisted, slowly pushing yourself off his lap, “I gotta get my dress off.”

Arvin’s lips tugged to a smirked as you attempted to reach back and unzip your dress, “Let me help,” he gently tugged your zipper down to free you from the dress, “There you go.”

“Thank you,” you pulled the dress up and over your head and folded it up in your lap.

Arvin stood, taking just a moment to admire you in your swimsuit, “You coming?”

You yawned and nodded, “Yeah, just a sec.”

“I told you, we can always go home,” he offered again.

“I’m coming,” you tried to push yourself up, only for you to fall back down. Your left leg, which you’d been laying on top of, was totally numb, “Ouch,” you grunted as you fell back down.

Arvin started laughing, “Forget how to stand sweetheart?”

“No,” you groaned, “Help me, my leg is asleep,” you extended your arms towards him, expecting him to help you stand back up.

“Poor girl,” he clicked his tongue and bent down in front of you, “Let me help.”

He hoisted you into the air suddenly, pulling you in close to his chest as he stood. You squealed and clung to his neck, “Arvin put me down!” you demanded through a fit of giggles.

“You asked for help, I’m helping,” he laughed in response as he approached the water.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you continued giggling as he entered the water.

“The water feels nice,” he dipped you down so your feet grazed the water.

You shivered at the sensation and stretched to try and dip your legs the rest of the way in, “Come on, let me get in.”

“Oh you mean put you down?” Arvin cocked his head, pretending not to know what you wanted as he waded deeper.

“Yes dork, so I can swim.”

“Ah,” he hummed, “I could do that, but I sort of like having you close,” he kissed your cheek, “You know you might be able to convince me to let you go though.”

“And how would I do that?” you smiled as he pulled you into the water with him, “A kiss maybe?”

“A kiss might do it,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you cupped his face in your hands, running your thumbs over his cheeks before you pressed his lips to his.

He smiled into the kiss, gently squeezing your body against his. His grip on you loosened and he let you slip out of his arms. Slowly you pulled away, looking up at him with a big smile. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then to your forehead.

“You know you’re too cute for your own good sunshine,” he purred.

“Well you’re too handsome for your own good,” you hummed in response.

“As long as I’m handsome enough for you to stick around that’s all I care about,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “You better start swimming if that’s what you wanna do sweetheart, otherwise I’m gonna start kissing you again.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you took his hand and leaned back into the water, “I think we’ve got time for both.”

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[silkscream]

arvin req…he loves to eat pussy. yeah actually that’s all i have.

NSFW AHEAD MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED

he does! he’s obsessed with you, obsessed with the way your legs shake when he’s deep into your wet cunt while you gasp for air. you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. 

with all that wetness, it doesn’t take very much effort for him to slide two fingers into your walls, pumping slowly and agonizingly as he sucks on your clit. when you look down at him, the sight of his disheveled hair and hungry brown eyes makes you want to explode already. you’re nearly approaching your high and he’d coaxed you into his bed less than half an hour ago.

your high is so close... until it isn’t. he grins at you as he hovers above, his lips dripping with your sweetness. 

“vinny,” you whine. he usually hates the nickname unless it comes out of your mouth. especially all desperate like that.

“thought you said i could play with you however i want, baby.”

“i-i’m really close,” you pout. “don’t be mean.”

“oh, you think i’m bein’ mean?” he taunts. he dives back in without a warning and the feeling of his tongue along your folds makes you want to scream.

it’s ironic how you’re the needy one when you can hear him grunting and panting, rutting into the mattress with the fervor of a hungry wolf. your back arches at the sensitivity of your wet heat. he’s unrelenting now, grinning like the devil as he sucks on your clit and smacks your ass within the same breath. 

“arvin, i’m gonna cum!” you squeal. 

and you do, but he doesn’t stop. no fucking way.

arvin laps at your cunt until your legs vibrate and you have to tap on his head to get him to stop, but he doesn’t. 

“arvin!”

you have to nearly pry him off of you, and when he emerges, he’s breathless. 

“that good, baby?”

“shut up,” you mumble sheepishly, cheeks heating up already. 

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[ptergwen]

happy 7k val! could you write a little something about arvin never really initiating any physical touch with the reader bc he’s worried she’s scared of him or thinks he’d hurt her (bc he’s always being told he’s violent) so it’s kinda angsty but reader assures him she trusts him and want him to touch her </3

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w/c: 421

warnings: a tiny bit of angst

a/n: thank you! i missed writing for arvin hehe i hope you like <3 and sorry for the wait besties i’m gonna work on a bunch of the requests this weekend i promise

it’s date night, and you and arvin are at a drive-in movie. you’re sipping a soda, sitting with your feet up on the dashboard. arvin loves you so much that he doesn’t even mind. you watch the screen in front of you, engaged in the movie. arvin is having trouble staying focused. he’s been stealing glances at you the whole movie, inching closer and reaching out to touch you, but something always stops him.

you offer arvin your soda. he smiles.

“thanks, darlin’.”

“course, arv.”

arvin takes the cup and drinks. you scoot towards him, returning his smile. it’s the perfect opportunity for him to make a move. but instead, he hands you back your soda and shifts his attention to the movie. your smile fades to a frown. you put down the soda and lower the radio that’s playing the movie audio.

“what’d you do that for? it was just gettin’ good!”

“why won’t you touch me?”

arvin doesn’t answer.

“i know you want to. i keep seeing you about to, and then you just don’t. ‘s not just tonight either. you do it all the time.”

arvin turns and faces forward, gaze downcast. his throat tightens as he swallows thickly.

“i’m scared.”

“scared of what?”

“that i’ll hurt you. sometimes i don’t know my own strength. y’know i’m always gettin’ into fights, and folks are scared of me.”

he looks up at you.

“don’t want you to be scared of me, too.”

your hand finds arvin’s, fingers lacing together. his expression is a mix of nerves and excitement.

“i could never be scared of you, arvin. i like that you’re strong and all. makes me feel safe. you make me feel safe.”

those words are the biggest relief to hear. there’s been a constant battle in arvin’s mind, whether or not to touch you, or if you want him to, and the war has finally ended.

“thank you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

“alright if i kiss you?”

“more than.”

with that, arvin captures your lips in a sweet kiss. you smile into it, savor it. it’s rare the two of you share kisses.

you cuddle into arvin’s side. this time, he doesn’t shy away from you.

“what is it boys do when they take a girl to the movies? the arm thing?”

“you mean this?”

you put arvin’s arm around your shoulders. he settles his hand on your shoulder, fingers running up and down. you lay your head on his arm. he sighs contentedly.

“yeah, this.”

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[hederasgarden]

Take Me To Heaven

Summary:  If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell  Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Threeesome, unprotected PIV, anal sex, creampie, cum play and generally filthiness.  Word Count: 700 A/N: I have zero excuse for this filth. I am sorry. Thank you @mayhem24-7forever for beta’ing. @yespolkadotkitty is to blame for introducing me to Arvin in this post. I have not seen the movie but she showed me clips and lord above, Tom Holland with that southern accent DOES things for me. No year is mentioned but this can be read to occur during Arvin’s time.

You know it’s wrong to lie with two men at the same time, especially since you’re unmarried. The good book is clear on the matter, but you gave that up long ago after your daddy passed down in the mine and your mother joined him soon after. It doesn’t matter what the preacher in town says, high and mighty on his pulpit. You know the closest to heaven you’ll ever get is with Arvin and Rhett, letting them worship your body and drink from the holy communion between your thighs.

It's not Sunday, but church is certainly in session tonight.

“That’s it,” Rhett encourages, stroking down the line of your trembling back as he slowly pushes past the tight ring of your asshole. It burns and you groan, letting Arvin swallow up the sound with his mouth until Rhett’s seated fully inside. Arvin's sweet face is below you, his throat bobbing as he holds your hips and carefully brings you down to meet his cock. Behind you, Rhett pants into your ear, pulling back at the same time.

"God, you feel good," Arvin groans. "You gonna let us fill you up?" He asks, raising his hips and making you moan, low and long. You curl your hands over his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as both men jostle your body between theirs.

"Yes," you cry, gasping when a sharp snap of Rhett's hips drives Arvin's cock deeper inside.

"Gonna be leaking us everywhere," Rhett pants, his vulgar words twisting up your insides in the best way.

He'd taken you into the city weeks ago, pretending to be your husband to get a birth control prescription filled. You followed the doctor's orders to the letter, careful to take the little pill at the same time each day so you could get to this moment. You wanted to feel them both come inside you, to not have that high cut short in a moment of panic as they pulled out to come on your stomach.

"Gonna look beautiful, filled with us," Arvin promises, mouthing at your nipple. Rhett's lips drag over your shoulder and you feel the bite of his teeth on the side of your neck. He loves to mark you, even more than Arvin does, and you know you'll be wearing a high neck dress for the next week at least.

"Come for us," Rhett encourages.

You shut your eyes and let their bodies carry yours to that zenith of pleasure, coming around Arvin with a cry. He finishes next, tendons in his neck straining as he fights for his own end. Rhett comes last, snapping into you hard enough to make even Arvin groan. It's ecstasy, feeling them both come inside you, giving you that warmth you crave.

The skin of Rhett’s chest is slick and warm against your back and you quake when he pulls his cock from your ass. You can feel his spend dribble down to join Arvin’s.

“Get her on her back,” Rhett rumbles, helping Arvin maneuver you off him.

Your legs are sore from straddling him for so long but when you go to stretch them out, Arvin hooks a hand under your knee to spread you open.

“Let us see our hard work,” he tells you, looking hungrily at your weeping cunt.

The bed dips and Rhett settles himself between your splayed thighs. He drags his finger through Arvin’s seed, smearing it up your belly and then down your thighs.

“You look good like this,” he praises. “Pretty enough I wish I had a photo.”

Heat rushes under your skin at his words. Your body’s still trembling with the aftershocks of your pleasure when Arvin curls two fingers inside and brings his glistening digits to your lips. You suck them clean, aware of the way both men watch you with renewed desire.

“I should get a shower,” you tell them, rising up on your elbows.

Rhett shakes his head. “We’re not done. I haven’t had that sweet cunt yet,” he tells you.

You swallow hard and watch him disappear into your bathroom to clean up as Arvin encourages you to roll onto your stomach. His fingers prod your ass and you groan, hips lifting.

“We’re gonna have you everywhere,” he promises.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott smut #outer range #outer range fan fic #arvin russell

[alltoowelltom]

In That Dress (t.h)

summary: y/n's costume at the Holland's annual costume party causes a little issue for tom

a/n: ok this is complete sleep-deprived shit, but i might have broken through my writers' block so yay! 

this is based off of a group costume with some friends last halloween, hence the names of y/n's friend group. it's random, but enjoy!

Boyfriend!Tom, Established relationship, fluff, hint of smut

"I vote Scooby-Doo," says Meg, strolling over to the kitchen and opening up the fridge. "Are you telling me you don't see the likeness between Ant and Scooby? It's uncanny."

You sigh, glancing over at your friends spread over the kitchen table at Tom's house. They'd come over an hour ago to finalise costume plans for the annual Holland costume party this weekend, and not one plan had been made. 

"Do I get to be Daphne if we go as Scooby-Doo?" asks Angie. "Wait, what's their group name? The Scooby-Doos? Scooby-Doo crew?" she puts her head in her hands. 

"Mystery Inc." mutters Kai, scrolling through his phone. in the corner. 

"Okay, we can't be the Scooby-Doo crew because Angie's dyslexia can't cope with it." says Ant, rubbing Angie's back sympathetically. "Why don't we circle back to the Spice Girls idea?"

The rest of the group considers. 

"That's actually not a bad idea," agrees Meg. 

The conversation pauses as Harrison strolls  in, blinking when he sees the five people unexpectedly in Tom's kitchen. 

"Oh, hey Y/N, hey guys." he says. "Uh, I was just popping in to check- uh-"

You roll your eyes at him. 

"I won't tell him you were here. I'll just blame it on that racoon that he thinks is breaking in and eating all his food." you say.

He grins. 

"Thanks. So, have you guys sorted your costumes for Friday night?" he asks. "Harry and Sam are going as Gru and Dr Nefario, apparently they're the ones to beat."

"That's what we've been trying to do for the last hour and a half," sighs Ant. "Tell me, which Spice Girl do you think I am?" 

Harrison snorts, before realising Ant is serious and trying to cover it up as a cough. 

"Baby Spice," he answers quickly, blurting out the first Spice Girl that came to mind. "Y/N has to be Ginger Spice, by the way. Tom'll probably cum in his pants."

You clap your hand over your mouth as your friends laugh, wiggling their eyebrows suggestively. 

"Why? Why would he do that?"

Harrison shrugs. 

"He was borderline obsessed with her for a while when we were teenagers." he says. "Couldn't really explain it. Later, guys!" he calls as he slinks out the back door. 

The music pumps from downstairs, vibrating the carpeted floor as you pull on your white knee-high boots. Nikki had been kind enough to let you and your friends borrow her bedroom to get ready for the costume party. Slipping a redheaded wig on your head, you glance in the mirror as Angie pokes her head around the door from the ensuite bathroom. 

"Y/N!" she calls. "Tuwaine just texted to tell us we're up next, are you ready?" 

You nod, applying one more coat of red lipstick as you follow her down the hall. Your group gathers on the landing, just around the corner from the top of the staircase. Right on cue, the lights go out, bringing a few gasps from the partygoers at the bottom of the stairs. In the darkness you find your places, posed as the group and giggling as you bump into each other. Somewhere downstairs, someone adjusts the music and ‘Spice Up Your Life' begins to play loudly. The lights come on and you strut down the stairs as a group, eliciting cheers and whistles from the partygoers. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you pose one last time as Harry snaps a few photos, struggling to operate his camera with his fake Gru nose in the way. 

As the group breaks apart, Tom pushes his way to the front and brings you into an embrace. You don't miss the way his eyes take in your costume, his breath hitching in his throat at the tight fitting dress, glittery sequins making up the Union Jack flag and accentuating your curves perfectly. He rests his hands on your hip, careful not to spill his beer on your outfit as he leans in close. 

"You're so sexy in that get-up, love." he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "Can barely keep my hands off of you." 

He peppers tiny kisses over your neck, pushing you gently to the side of the room. He backs you up against the living room wall, bumping into people dancing on his way. You moan quietly, threading your fingers through his dark curls as he gently ruts his hips into yours, hoping to find some kind of friction. 

"Tom! Y/N!" calls Sam, rolling his eyes and pushing his way through the crowd towards the two of you. "Stop feeling each other up in public and come see Harrison and Grace's costume!" 

He disappears into the moving crowd and you push Tom off gently, beginning to follow Sam. Tom doesn't move from where he's still facing the wall, pulling you back by the hand. 

"Y/N!" he hisses. "I can't go right now."

You frown, gently tugging on his hand. 

"I want to go see Harrison and Grace's costumes. Apparently they were coming as Titanic and the iceberg, and I’ve got to see how they pulled that one off."

"Y/N, I can't go right now." he whines, blushing furiously and turning to the wall even more as an aunt of his walks past, nodding at the two of you. You give her a polite smile before pulling Tom to face you by the shoulders. You bite your lip to keep from laughing as Tom pouts at you. It seems he was telling the truth when he said he enjoyed your outfit. The tent in his pants said that all too clearly. 

"You've gotta help me baby," he whines, attempting to cover himself with his hands. They're gonna bring out the food soon and all my family are gonna see!"

You rest your head on his shoulder as you laugh, trying to control yourself enough to assess the situation. 

"Do you think if we hang out here for a minute, Little Tom will go away on his own?" you ask. 

Tom shakes his head, turning towards the wall in shame again. 

"Not while you're in that dress." he blushes. 

You roll your eyes affectionately, glancing around to make sure no one's paying too much attention. You stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck and shielding the front of his body as you begin to guide him up the stairs towards his old bedroom before anyone will notice. 

"You owe me, Holland."

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The Devil in Disguise: Part Three

Description: Living in a small town wasn’t always easy. Everyone was part of your personal business. It is suffociating and all you wanted to do was get away, but after getting caught in the sight of a certain Sheriff everything falls apart.

Summary: After the party, you attempt to return to a normal life, but it seems the ever-present Sheriff Bodecker isn't making that easy for you.

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: dark story, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, Lee is in his mid-30s and reader is in mid-20s, mentions of drug use, mentions of prostitution, bad family life, mentions of violence, mentions of crimes, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, abandonment, mentions of violence, slight dub-con (unwanted kiss), abuse of power, pet name use: sweetness, sweetheart, bunny, daddy, eventual smut, under 18s dni

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It had always felt like time moved a little slower in Knockemstiff. Like the seasons seemed to pass by a little slower, the trees took more time to drift from one shade to the next, the sun lingering way into the Autumn and the snow layering the ground until way into the Spring. The town's people seemed to adapt to this molasse-type attitude, moving from one mundane task to the other, trying desperately to keep up with their neighbours, keeping their lawn freshly mowed and hedges neatly trimmed. All this not to cause a stir or be the subject of small-town gossip, working hard during the week and then Church on the weekend to ensure that no one saw them slipping away from their faith.

Of course, your family had always been a little different. Your momma had the dark demons that she fought daily, working a sinful job to make enough money to support those awful habits, moving from one man to the next and trying to fill that void deep within her. Your daddy had taken off when you were young, leaving you with no lasting memories, no pictures, no guidance or paternal figure. You never understood how he could have left his family the way he did, and those answers would remain unanswered as your momma refused to speak about him.

All that had left you with this dull and numb ache in your chest, growing up in a typical family had been all you ever wanted, but each year that passed, it felt like you grew further away from that being a possibility. Now grown as you were, it looked like the only sense of an ordinary family you would ever get would be from the one you created on your own and creating one in Knockemstiff wasn’t something you wanted.

Until you could get away, hopefully towards a better and better job. This bitter pit of guilt swirled in your chest whenever you thought about leaving Knockemstiff, a sour reminder that you were abandoning your momma and leaving her to a life of whoring and drugs. There had been times when you had tried to help her away from these addictions, but each time it left you with a busted lip or hurt from her venomous words. It never took much backtalk for your momma to remind you that you were nothing more than a mistake, a spiteful little reminder of the man that had left her in this awful town and of the beauty you had sapped from her very soul.

You needed to get away. You needed a fresh start somewhere else. You needed to venture forth, find new people, conjure a story about your past and never allow anyone to lead you back home.

In the little spare time between shifts, you took the time to complete the job application, assuring that you were putting your best self forward for your potential employers. There was nobody in your life that you could use to read over your application; there was a part of you that wondered if your momma had basic literacy skills, never seen her pick up a book or even glance at a menu from the diner before. Whilst far too scared to take it back to work again and ask Gillian, if you were to be found out by Jeremiah, then you’d be out on your ass before you knew it. No, instead, you just sealed away the application securely and took it to the local post office.

Daintily you passed the envelope over to Jessie Kingsgate behind the counter. Never one for making many conversations, she simply inspected the address for a moment, chewing on a wad of pink gum in her mouth and raising her brows, almost surprised by a letter going out of town. Then she dropped it into the bucket beside her, accepting the payment and handing back your change.

The second you saw that letter slip away was like a wave of relief washed across your entire frame. This was going to be the first step toward a fresh start. A new job meant you could find a tiny home, start attending the local Church, maybe find a good and honest husband and start a little family. Nothing too big, just a couple of kids running around that would keep you busy. They would never have to know about Knockemstiff, about your life before, about your lack of a family. No, you could just be their family.

As you pulled open the door to the post office, you practically skipped into the fresh morning air. The warm sun sank into your exposed skin as the worn sneakers you wore found the cracked sidewalk. It seemed like a lot of work needed to be done in this town. It had been like this since you were a kid, and it didn’t seem like they would be repairing anything soon.

“We jus’ keep runnin’ into each other, don’t we?” A low drawl came from beside you, turning your head to catch the Sheriff approaching with a stack of magazines in his arms and a smirk tugging at his lips. It wasn’t that you were shocked to see him, but somewhat surprised to see him dress in more casual clothes, a tan set of slacks with a pearly white button-down tucked into them. Seeing him dressed in something apart from his uniform was such a strange sensation; you supposed there was a naïve part of you who was reminded that he had a life outside his demanding job. “How’re you feelin’, girl?”

“O-oh, I-I’m well, Sheriff.” You spluttered back in his direction, eyes cast downwards, only focusing on those cracks and only then hearing his chortle in response. “Eyes up…” He commanded; your body obliged, finding those dangerously alluring eyes. “D’you see me wearin’ a uniform, sweetness? There ain’t no need t’call me Sheriff if I ain’t in one…” Calloused fingers reaching out to pinch your chin. Not a moment later, tugging away from his grip, weary of those eagle eyes and loose lips around town that might have mentioned the Sheriff's lingering touches. “Go ahead an’ answer my question again the way I like…”

“Oh-okay…” Then clearing your throat as if to cough away the heavy nervous stutters on your tongue. “I, uh… I’m good, Mr Bodecker…” Even now, trying to find a way to keep things formal, hesitantly, you met his eyeline again, observing how he squinted shortly. Lee wanted you to relax in his presence, but you appeared anxious around him. He wondered if it was because he was a figure of authority or just a man vying for your attention.

As if to put you at ease, a hearty chuckle tumbled from Lee. “S’pose it’s better…” He noted, eyes flickering across your frame and continuing. “It’ll be somethin’ we can work on together, hmm?” Then following with a wink that sent a shock of electricity directly down your spine. “You headin’ over t’the diner, sweetheart?” Quirking a brow as he drew his arms across his chest, waiting for you to compose yourself before answering.

It was clear you were heading into work, wearing your sweet little sunflower yellow waitressing dress with your nametag clearly displayed on your chest. It certainly wasn’t something you’d choose to wear outside of work. “Th-that’s right, Mr Bodecker.” You replied, brushing your hands down your dress, trying to smooth out the rough material, then adding. “I-I need t’be goin’ or else I’mma be late, and Mr Henley is gonna be mighty mad.” At this, Lee displayed a tempered look. “Then let me give ya a ride there…”

An unsettling feeling swirled in your stomach, making you want to refuse, but as you found his eyeline, it became clear that wasn’t an option. “Don’t wanna be disturbin’ your day-off, sir.” “Y’ain’t…” His response was far too quick, placing his hand on your lower back and leading you toward the parking lot. Your eyes scanned the spaces in search for his cruiser, but instead, you were greeted by his shiny Pontiac GTO. There was no disguising the surprised look that pressed onto your face as you both approached. “Y’best wipe that look from ya face, or else it’ll get stuck that way once the wind changes.” You’d never felt more like a child at that moment, climbing into the car as Lee popped open the passenger door for you.

Sliding into the plush leather seats, you were utterly speechless. The entire vehicle was pristine like it hadn’t been driven often. Maybe he kept it under a cover in his garage but actively cleaned and kept it well-tuned. The driver’s door opened, and Lee climbed in, too; it didn’t look like the car could belong to someone like him. Perhaps you were used to seeing him in the cruiser. This Pontiac was much too stylish for him. “Y’got somethin’ y’wanna say?” Quirking a brow at you. “N-no, sir. No.” You hiccupped in response, watching him observe you for a moment longer, smirking a second later and igniting the ignition with a thunderous engine roar; the entire car shook violently as it tore to life.

It was bizarre. It was the type of car you expected to be pulled over by the cops, certainly not driven by one or the Sheriff. The drive through the small town drew attention, heads casting in the direction of the noisy muscle car that rolled by. It made you duck your head down to avoid their inquisitive gaze; it couldn’t be a good look to be seen being driven to work by the Sheriff again. It didn’t feel as intimate when in the cruiser, but now his personal car was very different.

With a jerking turn, Lee turned into the diner's parking lot, tugging his car over two spaces greedily and then tilting his head in your direction. “Y’remember what we talked ‘bout, girl?” Your brows scrunched in confusion. “Y’remember the type a’things this town’ll talk ‘bout?” He pressed again, tutting as that dumb little look stayed pushed to your expression. “Forgetful bunny…” He muttered coldly. “If they see ya hangin’ ‘round with the likes a’Arvin Russel or Ari Levinson, then they’re gonna start thinkin’ your jus’ as much a delinquent as they are…” Lee spelt out for you. “Now, y’don’t want people thinkin’ the worst a’you, do ya? These townsfolk might start thinkin’ you’re spreadin’ them pretty legs and becomin’ a no-good whore… Now, that ain’t very godly, is it? Ain’t a good look for a look girl like yourself…”

As he brought your religion into question, it made a hard shudder course down your spine, hands clenched into little fists on your lap and too scared to break eye contact with the man.  No, you didn’t want people speaking about you behind your back and spreading all sinful, untrue rumours. A small part of you wondered if that was something that could even be avoided with Lee spending all this time around you. That could be something that they would speak about…

It wasn’t like Lee was a particularly liked or respected man in this town. Sure, he was feared, but most people spoke awful behind his back. He had a reputation for not being very law-abiding for being a lawman. Not to mention the rumours that had stirred after his wife had left him. Of course, you didn’t know the true story, nobody did apart from Lee and his wife, but it didn’t stop the rumours from floating around town. Rumours about infidelity, infertility and then the darker ones that were spun too. You had only been in High School when these rumours were floating around, truly paying them no mind, choosing to keep your head down and focus on your studies. You did know that it had almost cost the Sheriff the election; the whole situation painted him badly. Not much of a family man without a family around him.

“Y’jus’ need t’make sure y’keep that precious nose clean, hmm?” His finger pressed delicately against the tip of your nose, dragging you back to the present. “Stay away from them boys who ain’t gonna do ya any good…” Lee’s final comment came with a teasing smirk. “Now, go on and get t’work. I got things I need to be doing that don’t involve your pretty behind followin’ me all day.” A defiant little part wanted to remind him that it was his idea to give you a ride and to have this conversation. Still, the submissive role simply nodded, hastily gathering your things and clambering from the Pontiac. “Ain’t you got somethin’ t’say?” His voice caused your entire frame to freeze.

“Oh…” Turning on your heel to duck your head back into the vehicle, mouth completely dry as you continued. “Th-thank you, sir-Mr… Mr Bodecker…” Your spluttering and stuttering only caused that same smug smile to twitch onto his lips, sensing the way his eyes admired every dip and curve of your body whilst you rushed across the parking lot into the diner. Never had your simple work dress felt so revealing.

As you enter the diner, allow a heavy breath to escape your lips. The door to Jeremiah’s office swung open with a resounding squeak, head popping around and perturbed gaze in your direction. It wasn’t difficult to see that Jeremiah was frustrated, jet black eyes narrowed whilst his cheeks were a blotchy shade of red from his frustration. “I-I-…” Eyes casting towards the clock, only a few minutes late for your shift, but that was enough to put you into the warpath of your quick-tempered boss. “My office. Now.” Jeremiah ground out, listening to how the customers began talking in hush whispers. It was no secret that Jeremiah treated his staff like trash, he thought he was a little sneakier, but the town knew.

Never would you have dreamed about saying the type of things that Jeremiah had growled at you. It truly made you feel worthless the way he informed you that you were a waste of oxygen, hissing that he should never had given you a job, reminding you of all the ways you continued to make mistakes, all the money you had cost him to the very penny like he kept a ledger. If you weren’t desperate for the money, you probably would have quit on the spot, but you needed to keep a roof over your head and food in your belly. “Now, get t’fuckin’ work before I send ya home without pay.” You turned on your heel at that final threat and dashed towards the door, hearing his barking threat continue. “Consider y’self fuckin’ lucky t’still be workin’ here…” No part of you felt lucky.

It was humiliating, and this wasn’t the first time. Then you had sobbed for an hour in the bathrooms, earning another rage-filled talk about wasting more time. It was such an abusive and hostile environment to have to work in. The day when you could finally quit would be the best day ever.

To try and smooth things with Jeremiah, you proceeded to pick up a few extra shifts. All morning you happily worked alongside Gillian, but around midday, her shift ended, and she left with her latest fling. It wasn’t hard to see that Bobby was clearly smitten with Gill, and that was the type of love you wanted, to have someone so enamoured and adoring you. The way that Bobby fawned over her didn’t faze Gillian; watching how he nervously fluttered around her only made her huff and roll her eyes, merely bored or bothered by his presence.

It was a gruelling day of working until closing, feet aching terribly in your sneakers, arms weak from carrying trays of plates and pots of coffee. All you wanted to do was crawl into your bed and sleep for the next week. There was that little reminder if your head that in eight hours, you’d have to do this entire dance all over again. It felt like you were stuck in this endless cycle of work and then home and then back to work to only come back home. Something inside of you begged for something new, something different.

The door opened with a delightful jingle; gazing over your shoulder, a bright smile caught your lips as Ari approached the counter, hands dug deep into his pocket to capture a loose cigarette and place it between his lips. “Hi…” You squeaked sweetly, rounding the counter to be stood on the other side of him, playing anxiously with the strings of your coffee-stained apron. “Ah, hey…” A cloud of smoke emerged from his lips with his greeting. “Y’seen Gill?”

“Did she not tell ya that Bobby was takin’ her out?” Brows shot up in surprise that Gillian wouldn’t have mentioned it to Ari. He simply smirked and shook his head as if this was some regular occurrence. “Bobby LeRoe?” You just nodded in confirmation. “Jeez, the poor guy had no idea what he’s getting’ into…” The notion that Gillian would eat him alive was a sentiment you shared, giggling at his words and leaning onto the counter, feeling comfortable in Ari’s warm, sunshine-like presence, genuinely basking in his glow. “Jus’ wish she’d told me, so I didn’t waste a trip here on my way home…”

“Oh, right…” You echoed sympathetically, tapping your fingers quietly against the wooden counter. “Um, did you wanna coffee or beer before y’leave, Ari?” You quizzed politely, observing him take another drag of his cigarette and then nodding, confirming that he wanted a coffee. “Sure, I can get that…” Then fluttering across to collect a freshly cleaned cup and a pot of coffee, flitting back to place it down and pouring whilst quizzing. “Ya had a long day?” You wouldn’t often attempt to make small talk with the customers, but with Ari, it was different. Whilst growing up, you had the biggest crush on him. It was difficult with Gillian being your best friend and his little sister. Not like that was the reason that had held you back. No, just being too shy to ever act in those situations.

“Had a long year…” Ari chortled cynically, rubbing his hand over his face. “It ain’t so bad when m’around you, though…” Lifting his tired gaze to meet your own, feeling the way your heart leapt to your throat, eyes sparkling with happiness from his little compliment. “Y’got home safe and sound after the party, right? Felt rotten ‘bout bailin’ on y’both like that…”

Your mind sank back to the night of the party, remembering how Ari had sprinted past you to evade the cops that had crashed the event. “Oh… Oh, it ain’t nothin’ t’worry ‘bout, Ari.” You assured him lightly. “I, uh… I got home safely…” Part of you wanted to end the sentence there, but Ari’s urged you on. “Um, I got a ride home with Sh-Sheriff Bodecker…” Your eyes quickly shot down to your hands on the counter, not wanting to see the judgement on his face.

A moment passed. “Bodecker?” You could feel the way his eyes bore into your delicate skin, trying to find if you were telling the truth or just yanking his chain. “You two goin’ steady or somethin’?” Instantly your head whipped up, eyes wide and mouth open. “What?” Your voice was a pitch higher than usual. “What? N-no, where’d y’get an idea like that?” You pressed, no hiding that you were appalled by the accusation alone.

“Dunno…” He shrugged. “Jus’ didn’t seem all that drunk when I last saw ya…” Slowly you blinked at him. “For him to be escortin’ y’home is jus’ a little strange.” Both your eyes met then, sharing a look. “Anyone would think the Sheriff was givin’ it t’ya…” Ari announced without caring about his surroundings; this late, the diner was almost empty apart from a couple of truckers passing through town and drunks that had been kicked from the local dive.

“Givin’ it…” You echoed his sentiment, a naïve mind not following what this could mean. Ari couldn’t hold the smirk that tugged at his lips. “Yeah…” He muttered almost to himself. “Somethin’ tells me y’ain’t that type a’girl…” A brief comment to himself again made you almost feel humiliated. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that… You’re a good girl…” The words of Sheriff Bodecker’s fluttered through your mind, constantly reminding you that you were a good girl and needed to continue to be one.

Awkwardly you shuffled from one foot to the other, rubbing your damp hands against your apron as you attempted to build the courage to speak again. “Y’really don’t like Sheriff Bodecker…” He refused to meet your gaze then, focusing on his almost empty coffee mug. “He ain’t all that bad, is he?”

His gaze finally met your own, eyes filled with disgust and anger. “You ain’t heard the rumours ‘bout his wife?” Your shoulders simply shrugged, and he let out a low huff, like a bear that had been disturbed from his slumber. “That pig is rotten t’the fuckin’ core. There ain’t a good damn thing ‘bout him.” There was no ignoring the anger that was beginning to bubble inside of Ari. “That fucker knew the situation we were in after losin’ our parents, and still he made it hell f’me to make any money. All whilst takin’ backhands from people doin’ way worse things…” The notion made your face scrunch in sympathy.

It was difficult for Ari and Gillian after losing their parents. Ari had been working in construction for a few years, but Gillian was only fresh out of High School. They worked hard to make enough to get by, and you knew that Ari had some dodgy side business just to make a little more. From what Gillian had told you, Ari sold some tame drugs to college students and rich folks the next town over. Of course, that all paled in comparison to the rumours about the type of dealings that Lee had been involved with, from rigging the town election to stay Sheriff to taking bribes from mafia types so they could go about their business in peace.

The cruel way that Ari spoke about the Sheriff made your insides clench anxiously. “D’you.. d’you really believe that… them rumours though? ‘Bout his wife?” They were the types of rumours held very heavily against Lee. Finishing his coffee with one final gulp, Ari shrugged. “There ain’t no smoke without fire, right?” He offered in response. To think that Lee was a bad person because of his professional actions was one thing, but to believe that he could kill his wife was something else entirely; you remembered the first time you’d heard that rumour, his wife’s best friend Annie was almost in tears in the Salon speaking about it had been such a long time since she had heard from her, theorising that Lee had buried her in the backyard to avoid any difficulties with the divorce, that rumour spread faster than any others and stuck harder too.

“Besides, I’m sick of speakin’ ‘bout that pig fuck…” He commented it was such a contradiction to his usual warm and kind self to hear him speak about someone with such visceral hate painted him in a very different light. “Did y’wanna a ride home? S’awful late for you t’be walkin’ on your own…” He commented that was the Ari you recognised, taking safety into account.

The warnings from this morning from the Sheriff sat like a lump in your throat, warning that you’d be seen as just as much of a delinquent as the people around you. It wasn’t like Ari was a bad person, you had known him for such a long time and it was simply a ride home. It wasn’t like the Sheriff was going to find out. No, you could convince yourself that it was sensible to ride with Ari, then you wouldn’t be tempted to walk through the forest to get home quicker. All these rules were tying you up in knots; too many different and specific things you found yourself worrying about. “If it ain’t too much trouble for ya…”

“Nah. It ain’t trouble.” Ari chuckled then, filling you with warmth and tenderness once again. He stood and stepped aside, waiting for you to get yourself ready to leave. Hastily you cleaned away and nabbed your personal effects from your locker, then rushed back to Ari. His hand found your lower back, guiding you from the diner towards his beat-up truck, tugging open the door and assisting you into the seat. “Thanks~” You quipped sweetly, focusing on popping in the seat strap as Ari climbed in beside you, lighting up a cigarette before asking. “You good?”

Simply nodding in response, Ari began the ride home. You could remember in High School all the stories that swirled the school yard from the pretty girls his year who would talk about being with Ari in his truck. The stories were enough to leave you blushing, whilst Gillian would just scoff and mutter insults under her breath. Now all the girls had left town or found a good man to marry, starting their own families, and their time with Ari Levinson was probably a distant memory. It didn’t mean that Ari had slowed down when it came to female attention, finding new women to spend time with, real women, older than you with real experience, knowing how to please him and keep his attention. They were all beautiful women, like something from a high-end fashion catalogue, all long legs, quaint figures and silky tresses. You were his sister’s best friend, nothing more than a hopeless little girl with no experience.

The drive back to your home was quiet; Ari’s eyes drifted from the road to where you sat, then back again. Humming along with the radio before finally deciding to say. “Y’seem like you got a lot on y’mind…” He mentioned thoughtfully, causing you to quirk a brow. “Like, y’always seem t’be thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’… like, somethin’ is botherin’ you.” For a moment, you remained very quiet; your anxious mind's inner workings were not something you opted to explain to many people. “You know, I got a lil’ somethin’ that might be able t’help with all them noisy thoughts. It’s somethin’ that might bring you a couple hours of jus’ nothin’…” Reaching into the breast pocket of his flannel shirt Ari pulled out a tin and from within a cigarette to drop into your waiting pam. “What is it?”

“Jus’ somethin’ y’smoke…” He replied quickly, sensing your apprehension; Ari continued. “It has a special herb mixed in, and it’ll make y’feel real nice. Promise. I’d never do anythin’ t’hurt ya…” There was such assurance in his voice that you broke into a smile, placing it away safely in your purse before watching as Ari pulled the truck down the dirt road towards your home. “When you’re feelin’ like s’all too much jus’ light that sucker up…” He directed with ease.

The further up the dirt path, the more you moved around on the bench, jostling as the suspension fought against the uneven ground. “Y’momma got herself a friend for the evenin’?” A knowing smirk drew across his lips, and anxiously you caught sight of the stylish car parked outside your rundown little home. It was one that you recognised the moment it came further into view.

Before you could even warn Ari, the door to your home opened with an unnaturally whack against the wooden wall, almost knocking the old porch light away from the rusted screws that kept it in place. Lee emerged with a perturbed look present on his features. Instantly your heart leapt to your throat, lodging there uncomfortably whilst Ari muttered harsh curses from beside you. His hands hurried to tidy away any suspicious objects from view inside his truck. “What the fuck?” He hissed in your direction. “What the fuck is he doin’ here?”

Stalking off the porch, Lee glared through the windshield at you and commanded lowly. “Out. Now.” Your apologetic gaze caught Ari’s before slipping from his truck, holding your purse tightly to your chest as the Sheriff approached, keeping his voice low but full of a strict authority. “Y’must have one short memory. We spoke ‘bout this not 12 hours ago.” He grumbled, making you flinch at the aggression in his tone. “Whilst you’re fuckin’ ‘round with all these boys…” You opened your mouth to argue then, but Lee just continued. “Y’momma was in a real bad way. Beaten bloody by one of her regulars. Luckily one of my deputies called me, and I made sure she didn’t spend the night in the cells for whorin’ herself…” Your heart thudded hard in your chest, squeezing your purse tight and shaking your head. “That what you been doin’ too? Whorin’ y’self out for Levinson?” Tears stung your eyes horribly. “N-no, sir. No, no…”

The pop of the truck door opened, and Lee’s anger was instantly turned towards Ari. “Son, get back in the fuckin’ car.” He grumbled at him lowly. “There a problem here, Sheriff?” Ari quirked a brow as he’s eyes found your own, seeing those little tears lining your lower lid, lower lip trembling as you fought to keep yourself composed. “Ari…” “I was jus’ givin’ my sister's friend a ride home. It’s real late and ain’t safe to be walkin’ these streets alone so late…” He commented; Lee’s jaw seemed to tick with anger, teeth clenched so hard you thought they might break. “S’pose wouldn’t be so bad if the fuckin’ cops did anythin’ in this town instead of jus’ stuffin’ their faces, drinkin’ themselves stupid and visitin’ the whore house…”

“Ari, please…” You whimpered into the compressed air. “Hands against the hood,” Lee commanded suddenly, and Ari looked at him a little perplexed. “I said, hands against the hood.” He slammed his hand against the warm metal; Ari turned reluctantly and squeezed his eyes closed, prepared for Lee to find some illicit paraphernalia on his person. “Need t’start watchin’ that mouth ‘round me, Levinson. Could a’let that attitude slide after y’parents…” Ari visibly tensed at the mention of them. “But I ain’t gonna have you disrespectin’ me no more.” Lee was patting him down, pulling out lighters, cartons of cigarettes and then suddenly, you yelped. “Please, stop this…” Lee looked at you, and Ari made a breathy noise. “Please… you… you said my-my momma was in a bad way… please…” At that moment, Ari knew that you’d saved him from a night in the cells or possibly worse.

Again, you see that Lee’s jaw is tight, taking a step backwards from Ari and pushing him back towards the driver’s seat of his truck. “Go home, Levinson. Don’t come ‘round here again.” The threat lingered between you three before Lee’s dark gaze found your own. “Inside. Now.” He commanded, and again you followed without hesitation, unable to move quickly enough away from the firm hand that pressed into your lower back, guiding you away from Ari. “Silly little girl.” He muttered under his breath as he pushed you into the house. “Ain’t listenin’ t’me. How many times do I need t'say it, bunny?” Suddenly your back was pressed against the wall and Lee looking into your eyes, anger bubbling onto his face. “Keep thinkin’ you’re a good girl, but y’keep tryin’ t’prove me wrong.”

“I-I am… am good…” You tell him, voice jumping and squeaking horribly in your throat. “Then fuckin’ act like it…” He spat out. “Ain’t no one gonna wanna make a wife out of a whore.” He growled, leaning down, his face so close to your own that you could feel his whiskey-soaked breath drawing waves over your features. “You need t’get it into your head, bunny. You need a ride. You need someone t’talk with. You need someone t’fix your sink. You need anythin’ then you jus’ call me. I’ll look after you. I’ll fix anythin’. I’ll make the bad things go away.” His voice was nothing more than a growl. “Jus’ don’t talk… Jus’ nod you head ‘cause that little brain understands.” You did. “Good girl.” He let out a shallow breath. “Give daddy a little kiss.” Your body froze completely. “Jus’ to… t’say that you’re sorry… Jus’ a little… little kiss.”

Part of you wanted to push Lee away; you didn’t want to kiss him, you just wanted to check that your momma was alright, but it didn’t seem like Lee was going to let you free anytime soon. Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you carefully brushed your lips against his own, pecking his lips just gently, a quick peck. “Good girl.” He breathed out, and suddenly you had room to breathe again, able to escape his tight grasp and rush to your momma’s aid.

Lee hadn’t been lying when he said your momma was in a bad way; laying out across the couch, Mable was littered with these discoloured bruises and deep cuts, the sight of finger marks across her arms, her nose looked like it might’ve been broken too, especially sounding like her breathing was different, it was real deep and almost wheezing. Tears sting your eyes as you slip down to her side and take her hand, squeezing it between your fingers. “I gave her somethin’ for the pain,” Lee explained from where he stood in the doorway. “Y’need me t’stay tonight?”

“No.” The answer flew from your mouth much quicker than you intended. “Uh, no… no, sir.” You retconned, keeping your voice smaller and sweeter, not wanting to infer his wrath again. “No, jus’ wanna look after her…” Then standing, brushing down your dress and looking towards Lee. “Th-thank you for… for bringin’ her home, Mr Bodecker. Dunno what I would’a done if you’d ended up in the cells.” You explained, wrapping your arms around yourself and gifting Lee a kind glance. “That’s better…” He muttered softly, crossing the room to be standing in front of you, reaching out to place his hands on your hips. “You’re welcome. Like I said, I jus’ wanna look after you… that extends t’your family too…” His voice was tender; you could only nod in response. “Ya need anythin’ jus’ call my number or the station, and they’ll patch you through right away.” For a moment, you expected Lee to steal another kiss, but instead, he took a step back, receding down the hallway and out of your home.

When Lee was gone, you felt like you could finally breathe again, dropping down and covering your face with your hands. How had you gotten yourself into this situation? How had you been caught in the Sheriff’s sight? How were you gonna explain any of this to Ari? How would Gillian react once he told her everything that had happened? The questions spun around your mind wildly, leaving you almost hyperventilating on the ground. Tonight, you could just focus on fixing up your momma, but eventually, you would have to face each of those questions.

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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄

Dark !!Lee Bodecker x Reader pt2 (pt1 Here)

Summary: Reader wakes up to a confusing and unstable Lee.

Warnings: Kidnapping, stalking, cursing, Dom/sub undertones, some angst :( , dark lee, potential for dark reader??, violence, future smut: daddy kink, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink.

The ride from the city to Knockemstiff was harsh. Trees blocking what was left of the roads but that didn’t stop Aunt Gillian from getting your out of that “hell hole of a city.” She was a woman on a mission to protect her niece and no damn tree or crack in the road would stop her.

Protection.

She often said you needed to be protected. She said you needed a lot of things.

- “y/n dear, you need a new lock!”

- “No no that dress is too short! You need a new one!”

- “What you need is a new apartment! I mean what nineteen year old girl lives by themselves? It’s borderline scandalous!”

You stood your ground for a while, deciding you’d much rather stay in the city your parents intended to raise you in before their passing…but things got hard.

- “Gill please…im fine” you’d tried to convince as a sobbed ripped through you that night. “I just have no clue what I need to do…my landlord said he’d give me a week b-but that’s n-not….”

- “Honey, I’ll be down there tomorrow first thing. You need family right now. Im so sorry sweetheart we’ll getcha through this I promise.”

You couldn’t help but agree with her for once. You did need family…or what little you had left. Even if it meant staying in the new, very small, town she herself had just moved into. She was old money, and while she’d offered to help with your rent, you’d always declined. Well now you had no choice.

When you’d arrived to knockemstiff you immediately felt uneasy. Everyone knew everyone’s business and everyone knew of the rich lady who lived on the hill, so word spread fast about her young niece moving to town.

- “don’t pay them any mind, honey. Not everyday they see a girl like you who isn’t knocked up or runnin’ away with some sticks boy.” She’d said in an attempt to make you feel better, though it was futile. The towns people had a new toy to gossip about and it seemed like it would be a while until another one came around.

So in the meantime you studied and you worked. Sure you didn’t have to work, your aunt hated the fact that her niece spent the majority of her time in a greasy dinner, but it made you feel normal. You even made a few friends. Sandy, your manager, taught you how to bake. Laura, a girl your age, had showed you the fun things to do around town and had a gift at making you laugh.

And then there was Arvin. He was a bit odd at first. Always stared a bit too long but never once did he make a crude comment towards you like the other men did. You even found yourself staring at him sometimes too. His hair was a pretty chocolate color and you admired his loyalty to his family.

But Arvin wasn’t him.

Sandy wasn’t him.

Laura wasn’t him.

While you enjoyed the company of all these people, no one ever made your heart spike like his did. No one’s gruff voice and demanding orders had ever went straight to your core like his had.

He was your boss’s brother. He was the law.

Worst of all he was so much older than you.

You’d seen him that day, outside the station on your way home, though you didn’t know he’d seen you too. You didn’t know he’d been watching for a while now.

And you definitely didn’t know that there were far worse things about him than his age.

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| Lee’s pov |

He could spend hours admiring your sleeping form. He actually had been admiring you for hours now. If lee was a stronger man…maybe he would have been able to look away from your delicate face. Or your plush thighs peeking out from under your pretty dress.

Fuck.

How could you have this much control over him? He was the one In control, always. It scared him that something like you could bring out a darker side from his already dark nature.

Something like you, who never cursed around customers.

Something like you who baked cherry pies for fun.

Something like you who….wore frilly blue panties?

He tore his eyes away from your body. Of course you wore cute underwear. Everything about you had to be cute and perfect.

He had to get out of this room. He couldn’t stare at your tempting frame anymore. Lee wanted you to be awake and willing during your first time with him. Though he doubted after the hit he landed to the side of your head that you’d be willing to even speak to him any time soon.

He made his way out of your new room, not before double locking the door behind him. Lee glanced at the clock. Shit. He was going to be late for work and he hadn’t slept a wink. His girl also needed to eat.

Fuck what did you like? He knew you had a sweet tooth but his girl couldn’t eat sugar first thing in the morning. Lee scrambled quickly around his kitchen, torn between being late for work and making a good meal for you.

You liked waffles right?

Shit what if you didn’t eat glutton? Eggs it is then.

He eventually made eggs and waffles after deciding you needed both. Maybe you’d forgive him for what he did if he made you a big breakfast, though he knew that was unlikely.

After unlocking your door he slowly made his way in. The room was small, it had to be for now, but he sparred no expense. The walls were a solid white, but adorned with pink and lavender decor. He took you as a pink kinda gal. To his right was a floor length mirror taking up half of the wall and to his left was a beautifully crafted dresser. The room had no closet and no bathroom attached to it and a very small bed with delicate white sheets. He felt bad keeping you in here instead of with him but it was necessary as this room was only temporary until he could trust you enough to move into his.

Your body hadn’t moved from its previous position, yet it still managed to take his breath away.

- “babydoll…” Lee hummed. “Cmon sweetheart you need to eat.” He pushed as he gently rubbed your cheek and set the tray of food on the nightstand. Your hands were cuffed together in front of your chest, though you were a smart girl. Lee knew you could still eat with them there…and if not he was more than willing to feed you himself.

Your breathing had picked up. He knew you were awake and he didn’t appreciate you pretending not to me.

- “open those little Bambi eyes, doll” he whispered as he picked your head up by the back of your hair, just enough to sting.

You opened your eyes slowly, too scared to see the man in front of you. He looked absolutely terrifying…and absolutely delicious.

And he held all the control.

- “aw there’s my pretty girl” he smirked as he patted your cheek. “You’re gonna eat and you’re gonna eat it all you hear me?”

His tone scared you. Why did he want you to eat so bad?

- “d-did y-you….” You stammered, finding it hard to let the words pass your lips.

- “did I what baby? Poison it?” He chuckled, until he looked into your very serious and very scared eyes.

- “no baby. no I did not poison it. You’re my best girl, babydoll. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Never hurt you? He almost smashed your head in!

- “well I won’t have to hurt you, if you follow the rules. But I promise you’d enjoy it, sweet thing.” He said before throwing a wink your way.

His predatory gaze caused you to back up into the wall behind you. You needed distance from the crazed man. I should have listened to Gill.

- “are…are y-you gonna…k-kill m-me….” You asked as a little sob made its way up your throat.

It almost broke Lee’s heart.

He slowly inched his way towards you. His eyes were furious. you found yourself pushing further into the wall hoping it’d swallow you whole.

- “baby…let me make one thing clear.” He said before he roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to look up into his. - “you’re mine. you’re heart, your mind, and soon your body, will be all mine. Fuck I should punish you for going out with the Russell kid, but I know you’re just my dumb little baby, right?”

You were shaking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to take you or if you wanted him to drop dead. But his touch was intoxicating and you wanted it everywhere.

You must’ve looked spaced out as he tapped your cheek one more time. -“ s’okay sweet girl. you dont have to answer right away. You just need to eat” he spoke as he picked up the tray of food to set it in front of you.

- “eat baby. That’s all I need you to do okay?” He asked as his thumb played with your bottom lip. A sick part of you wanted to wrap your lips around it, yet you couldn’t find it in your body to respond him.

He sighed and stood up from his spot on your bed. - “…If you don’t it’ll be a long and Unenjoyable night, okay princess?”

silence passed as his ‘okay?’ Continued to hang in the air.

- “Answer me now.” He demanded as his jaw clenched.

- “o-okay….y-yes s-sir.” You squeaked out at his harsh tone. Nervousness overtaking your body.

A smile overtook his face at your response. - “such a good girl.” He mumbled before leaving an assertive and quick kiss to your forehead then turned, making his way out of the small room.

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| Bambi’s pov |

You’d heard the locks. There had to be three and you seriously doubted you could break the door down before he got back.

Was Gill looking for me? She had to be worried sick.

How did Lee know about Arvin? You hadn’t told him about Arvin….right?

What is Lee planning on doing with me?

All these questions and more swarmed your head as your tried to understand the situation you were in.

But ‘Why did I still want him?’ was the scariest one.

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Bunny’s Notes: Oh my god I’m so in love with this guys!!!! Like even I’m read for what happens next. Oh my god like what’s gonna happen with Arvin??? And will Gill find out?? Most importantly when are Lee and his girl gonna fUck?!!

Thx so much for all the support! xoxo

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