#arvin russell smut

[holyfruitsnax]

Southern Hospitality

Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3

A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.

   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.

   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.

   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.

   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.

   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.

   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.

   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 

   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.

   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.

   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 

Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland one shot #Arvin Russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell smut #the devil all the time

[silkscream]

ree!! angry sex with arvin <3 like you’re fighting but now you’re fucking..yk

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

warnings: smut (18+ only), rough sex, angry sex, not dubcon but... it's a weird dynamic, toxic relationship dynamics (?), dacryphilia

arvin russell wears his reddish knuckles well, his hands branded and calloused in a way that makes other men wary around him at the bars. they don’t underestimate him, especially not when he's got a hand attached to your hip at all times even when he's angry with you. and you... you could never turn away his touch. it was still a token of his caring, closer than a white flag than any apology. you both knew how difficult it could be.

your face is warmer than it should be and you're pissing him off by the second. stealing his beers, moving erratically, like a child. the boys sure like you, some peers from arvin's job that is, and arvin fucking hates it.

you'd been a force in his life the moment you fell into it. burst in like a forest fire and shining bright since. that was why arvin kept you -- that edge to you made you different. he'd met his match with you.

once you're both back at the house, he tries to contain himself, grits his teeth while he watches you skip to the bedroom with the buttons of your blouse undone and loose.

"what's got you all pouty, mister?" you taunt.

"nothin'. just fuckin' tired."

"mm," you hum. "of me?"

he shakes his head, grimacing. you know exactly how to push his buttons and you don't care about the repercussions. maybe you crave them, instead. love isn't love if it isn't even a little brutal to you.

"'course you're not," you chuckle. "you were made just for me, weren't ya?"

he can't resist that little smirk on your face considering how hard his cock is straining in his blue jeans, but the alcohol in him still has his face burning. his fists clench then unfurl. arvin is often quiet, calculated, but has the innate sense of cruelty as his father. you coax it out of him like a confession.

this is how you end up pinned against the wall, white knuckles of his hand squeezing your shoulder while the other digs into the flesh of your side. fingertips grazing a breast. heavy, hot breaths from your lover's mouth fan over you.

"damn cute when you're actin' all tough, y'know that?" you murmur.

"i'll show you cute, you fuckin' brat," a hot rasp utters from him. the clench of his jaw makes him all sharp edges and it makes your insides preen. you are the knife and he's the only one who can wield you.

it's whiplash when he yanks your body like a plaything and you land on the mattress, hands gripping your thighs in a bruising force. his teeth are on your neck while a rough slap hits the flesh of your ass, making you gasp. his desire boils over you, no longer simmering, and you're ready for him to consume you.

you whimper his name, eyes widening when you feel the brutal thickness of his cock already. he usually takes his sweet time with you, but his fervor and wrathed temper make him impatient. he clumsily readjusts his body above yours, strips off the rest of his clothes quickly so he can hold your legs apart and punish you the way he intends to.

"y'wanted this, didn't you, honey?" he grunts. the way he plunges into you has your vision dizzy already, unable to form any coherent words to talk back at him like you usually do. he chuckles lightly when he realizes.

"arv!" you slur, voice dripping with something both comprised of agony and ecstasy, somehow. you can barely move underneath his body, struggling as he pins you down to hit you at just the right angle. he busies his mouth back to your neck again, all teeth and tongue forming wet bruises on your delicate skin.

it's all too much, all too fast. but he's right, always is -- it's what you wanted.

his hips meet yours, slaps against them, actually, as his thrusts knock the wind out of you. even with the pressure building inside your cunt, you need more. you'd let him smother you.

with surprising tenderness, arvin kisses your jaw. it's the first proper kiss of the night, you think. you want to feel his mouth on yours but he doesn't let you. there's a glint of taunting in his honey-brown eyes above you.

the swell of his cock makes your insides flutter. you let him use you until you're at your most sensitive, and the weak whimpers suppressed by his palm over your mouth make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"fuck, gonna cum," arvin rasps. "now's the time you behave, huh?"

"yeah," you whine, tears springing from the corner of your eyes.

it comes as a little death. how can something feel so good that it hurts?

you feel his warmth inside you and it makes your skin feel hotter. you didn't even notice you were crying until he pulls out of you and wipes your tears with pity. the way his body is no longer on top of yours makes you feel empty for some reason -- as if you could be happily sewn to him for the rest of your life.

"didn't mean to make you cry, sweetheart," he says gently.

"you did," you accuse. "and you liked it, huh? sick bastard."

despite your tears, you can't help but crack a smile. even in your recovery period, you have to act tough, let arvin know that in every game, you're still winning regardless. it's always you starting it, the provocation, poking the bear just because you want to feel teeth.

"you're the sick one, baby," he says as he cleans you up.

"that's why i was made for you, too."

#arvin russell x you #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell smut #arvin russell fanfiction #the devil all the time #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #blurb

[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

🔪requests: open | tag lists: open | masterlist

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’.”

#arvin russell #arvin russell x you #arvin russell x reader #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel x you #arvin x you #arvin x reader #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel imagine #arvin russel fic #arvin russell smut #tom holland fandom

[silkylovey]

twitter recs 5 do not open if you're younger than 18, have your volume to the highest setting, or are in a crowded room

rafe’s birthday gift

anal with rafe

public sex (fingering) with rafe

sitting on peter’s face

every day sex with rafe

riding peter

riding peter while he is driving

sensual sex with peter

threesome with rafe but he doesn’t want to fuck the other girl

sucking rafe off while he’s driving

taglist: @merrcasf

#nate drake smut #rafe obx #rafe cameron #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #silkylovey #tom holland imagine #tom holland x female reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #arvin russell smut #peter parker smau #peter parker smut #rafe cameron smut #tom holland smut

[gxdsfavgal]

What is that?

Summary: y/n is a nepotism child and was sheltered from real life. During an interview with Tom, they are asked/given things but y/n doesn’t know what they are; Tom & the film crew is shocked.

Pairing: tom holland x famous!reader

A/N: a little blurb

GIF by @myhaimistrue

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“Hi I’m y/n l/n!”

“I’m Tom Holland! And today we are with Allure!”

“We will be doing 9 things we’ve never tried before!”

“Cut!”

Both Tom and I laughed as we stood behind a little podium for the intro, the white background illuminating the studio.

“Why am I nervous?” I looked at Tom as my hands fanned my face.

“Don’t be.” he gripped my shoulder, giving a light rub of his thumb.

“Starting in 3, 2, 1… Action!“ the studio assistant quickly walked off of camera, nodding to us to get started.

The studio workers hold up a sign saying Load laundromat machine in 10 seconds.

“What the heck is a laundromat?” I say, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“No way!” His mouth is wide open, looking at the camera in awe.

He tosses the coins in his hand as he is still looking to see if I am joking.

“Cut!”

“Sorry.” I apologized to the team. “Seriously though, what is a laundromat machine?”

“Okay, it’s a washing machine that you have to pay for every use.” Tom said as he demonstrated with the coins.

“This is so cool, usually we just toss our clothes in the tube that goes down to the laundry room” I looked closely at the buttons.

“This is absolutely wild. Can you believe this?” Tom looks at his brothers who are behind the camera with the crew.

The boys just laughed and shrugged their shoulders.

“Y/n, please tell me you’re joking.” the direction held their hands together as if they were praying.

“No, seriously I didn’t know what that was.”

Tom just began hysterically laughing, tears forming at his eyes, and his hands grabbing at his abdomen.

“I feel so stupid.” I brought my hands up to my face, covering to show that i’m embarrassed.

“It makes perfect sense why you don’t know what it is, y/n” Daya said as she walked up to me from backstage.

She comforted me and made sure I didn’t hate on myself for it.

“Okay i’m good.” I smiled at the director.

“Perfect. Filming in 3, 2, 1 … Action!”

#gxdsfavgals masterlist #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x zendaya #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #frat!tom #peter parker #mcu!peter parker #mcu!peter smut #mcu!peter parker smut #mcu!peter x reader #arvin russell #arvin russel fluff #arvin russel x you #arvin russell smut #arvin russel angst

[shawnxstyles]

should i start writing nathan drake and/or arvin russell?? i’m definitely considering nathan, but i don’t know about arvin 😵‍💫

thoughts?

#tom holland #tom holland smut #nathan drake #nathan drake smut #arvin russell #arvin russell smut #tom holland fan fics

[sadisticsongbird]

i’m kind of itching to write for toms other characters. a lil arvin and nathan action in there...

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland angst #nathan drake fluff #arvin russell x reader #arvin russell #arvin russell smut

[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

・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

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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Tom Holland Masterlist

All my writings for this lovely lad

♥ {smut} | ☁︎ {fluff} | ➻ {angst} | ☾ {dark} | ✿ {platonic}

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❥ When you're invited to your best friend's wedding, you keep running into someone who saves you from your loneliness...and clumsiness.

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Shattered Memories | { x Stark Daughter! Reader} | ☁︎ ♥ ➻

❥ After Peter sacrificed his identity for the sake of the world, five years go by before he finds you back in his life again.

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ೃ࿐ 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.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “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.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “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.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

- “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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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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The Good, The Bad & The Dirty

Mini Masterlist time!!!

Where my first lil’ fics for my favorite’s live! Until released, stories will have strikes through them<3

Started: 08/12/22 

Last Updated: 07/13/23

Total Works: 9

Peter Parker

The Good: Comfort (Fluff)

The Bad: Forget Me Nots (SadFluff/Angst) 

The Dirty: You Licked me First! (Smut 18+)

Arvin Russell

The Good:  Ain’t so Hard (Fluff)

The Bad: Eternity(Angst?)

The Dirty: Southern Hospitality (Smut 18+)

Nathan Drake T.H.

The Good: CatTok (Fluff)

The Bad: Behind Bars (Angst), Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4

The Dirty: Exploration at its Finest (Smut 18+)

Tom Holland

The Good: Domestic Bliss (Fluff)

The Bad: Blinding Lights (Angst)

The Dirty: Good Form (Smut 18+)

Cherry

The Good: At Ease Soldier (Fluff)

The Bad: Not so Familiar Face (Angst)

The Dirty: Cherry on Top (Smut18+)

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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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Summer of Love Prompts

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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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[pasukiyo]

ALL THE RIGHT PLACES arvin russell x f!reader — angst, smut 2130 words

“i just wish i could forget.”

 his calloused hands palmed at her forearms as if to grasp onto what little bit of anchor he had left. her fingers wove through his tendrils of dark umber, the opposite soothing over the back of his denim jacket, lips ghosting over his swollen cheeks, skin sticky with the remnants of salty tears. her shoulder was warm, damp with the diamonds falling from his sockets, her back cool against the car door behind her. 

 raindrops pounded against the roof of his car, mother nature’s cacophony intruding into their shared moment, not contributing to the easing of his mind. he held her closer, tightened his grip around her as if to hold her together, as if he were afraid she’d fall apart if he let her slip away from his clutches--

 -- just like his little lenora. 

 “i know darling, i know.”

 he loved her voice. he loved her ability to soothe and serenade him with nothing but a few words. her soft voice was like a symphony, a sweet song of a siren. it was enough to lull him into slumber, enough to ease the tension within his head. 

 but even now, even though that sweet, sweet voice of hers whispered such gentle words into his ear, he knew that nothing she could ever even think to say would ever bring his little sister back. nothing. 

 she knew this. she knew it all too well. 

 which was why she decided to hold him even tighter. 

 “if i had known what that damn preacher had been up to in the first place, she wouldn’t have ever done the thing she did,” he murmured into her skin, fingernails scratching at the fabric of her dress, squeezing her even tighter than before. her palm reached for his cheeks, pulling away just enough to peer into murky irises, an expression she hadn’t seen upon arvin’s face much. 

 she loathed it. she wished to never see him like this again. 

 “there weren’t no way you coulda changed her way of mind,” she whispered, the pads of her thumbs mapping out the trails of his tears, wiping them away, allowing him to relax into her touch. his fingers locked around her wrist to keep her hands in place, afraid to lose the feeling of her skin on his. “you did everything you coulda ever possibly done for little lenora.”

 “and it wasn’t enough.”

 arvin slumped against the back of the car seat, eyes cowering to the floorboard below their feet, fingernails picking at the denim of his blue jeans. she watched him, watched as he went numb before her very own eyes. she wasn’t sure if it was even better this way, for him to feel nothing at all. 

 nevertheless, she shook her head, her hand reaching for his as she scooted closer to him, her lips enveloping his. this time, she didn’t plan to let go. 

 his hand reached for the back of her neck, holding her in place, fingers pressing dots into her skin. he made certain that she would never let go. 

 the feeling of losing something frightened arvin. whether it was something as minor as a pen or as major as his beloved little sister, he treated it all just the same. he couldn’t afford to lose anything else, he couldn’t afford to lose her, anyone but the girl whose lips were moulded into his. 

 he didn’t want this feeling to go away. he didn’t want the feeling of being encased in her warm haven to ever leave, he didn’t want the feeling of his lips against someone special to go away. he won’t allow it, he can’t allow it, he would never be able to live with himself if he did. 

 her soft whimpers against his lips made his belly feel warm, the flame that she had ignited deep within him raging, growing stronger and stronger until it enveloped him completely. he couldn’t stand it any longer, all he needed was more. he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to love her with reckless abandon, to break her over and over again just so he could be the one to pick up her broken pieces, to be the one to put her back together over and over again. 

 “please darling,” he husked as her kisses trailed down the side of his face, the tip of his tongue tracing his jawline, her hands gripping the sleeves of his jacket. his eyelids fluttered themselves closed, chest heaving into hers and for a moment, he was calm— his mind had been erased so that nothing remained but the idea of her. his heart pounded recklessly, his cheeks searing with scarlet flame, fingernails etching crescent moons into her upper arms. “need to feel you, need more of you.”

 he pulled her into his lap, either one of her legs straddling his hips, his fingers working at the buttons of her dress, slipping the thin material down her shoulders until it looked at their thighs. their lips were one, their lips were refusing to let go. her hands were slow but eager, his denim jacket being pulled down his arms by the hands he treasured so damn much. he reached for them, reached for the feeling of her soft hands, the ones that would tangle themselves up in his hair, the ones that would soothe over his skin whenever he needed it the most, that would hold him, hold him even when knowing that his own were as sinful as the devil himself. 

 her hands touched all the right places, every sweet spot of his body, every sensitive part of his skin, everywhere he needed warmth. she was always there, she would always be there. she wouldn’t ever leave him, not for a million years, not even for all the riches the world had to offer. 

 he knew this. he believed this. 

 he didn’t want to believe in anything else. 

 his hands found her breasts, calloused palms rubbing over her erect nipples, his jaw hanging open as her hips ground against his, adding the extra friction he craved so bad. their skin stuck together due to their sweat, flesh sticky with salty liquid. her soft mewls permeated his car, his hands gripping at her hips, thrusting into them to match her tempo. 

 “arv,” she moaned into his lips, the tip of her tongue prodding against his, beckoning for entrance. saliva bridged the soft patty of flesh inside of their mouths together as they pulled away for a brief second, working at discarding their bodies of their undergarments. 

 he watched as she pulled her panties away from her throbbing cunt, pretty pink folds glistening just for him, the cloth pooling at her ankles before she tugged them off completely. he shifted around underneath her, thumbs curling around the hem of his jeans to tug them along with his underwear down. she stood up to allow this, her lips curving up into a small smile as their irises locked once more, and this time, their gaze would never be broken. 

 the tips of his middle and forefinger traced a line over the outskirts of her arousal, gathering her sweet nectar onto his digits. she shuddered at this, fingers tugging at the roots of hair at his scalp as her jaw quivered at the feeling. his name emitted from her lips whilst he teased her entrance, massaging her folds, lips locking onto the sweet spot of her neck. 

 “shit, arv!” she exclaimed once his fingers had sunken in, her gaze locked on his warm, warmer than ever. her fingernails burrowed into the flesh of his shoulder, her opposite hand working at his hardened cock, his teeth pinching his bottom lip. threads of curses spewed from either of their lips, his digits pumping in and out of her dripping cunt, preparing her for his cock. 

 “i love when you call my name like that,” he murmured into her skin, fingers prying away from her pussy, wrapping around his erect length instead. his teeth sunk into the flesh of his inner cheek whilst she steadied herself, lips teasing at his, peppering chaste kisses onto his flesh. “makes me feel like i’m worth somethin’.”

 she pondered this, mind doing its best to decipher what he would have possibly meant by this. she didn’t have much time to in the moment, and she didn’t particularly want to. this moment wasn’t about her after all, it was about him, about treasuring him for what he was really worth, about picking up his scraps. she wouldn’t allow herself to be selfish right now, she couldn’t. 

 “you can have me, arv,” she purred into his ear, hand hovering over his as he pumped himself, his ravines of deep umber swimming through her own, forehead leaning into his. “you can have my everything, now and forever.”

 she always knew the right thing to say. this was another thing he admired about her, he loved that she knew exactly what to say and when to say it. she always came in at the right time, all the time.

 arvin palmed her ass, teeth etching their mark onto her shoulders, guiding her hips down onto his. she mewled into his skin, his name emitting from her lips, her lewd noises imbuing the vehicle. the rain pounded even harder against the roof of the car, a veil on each window. 

 it was solely them, them in their own little haven. he liked it this way, even if it could only be for just a little bit. he relished it, he never wanted to let this moment go. 

 he hissed at the feeling of her cunt enveloping his cock, his head throwing itself backwards, neck craning over the top of the seat. his fingertips pressed into her hips, her fingernails scratching marks along the mountains of his shoulders. 

 “oh fuck,” he cursed, sucking in air between the crevices of his teeth. her body quaked above him, bones rattling and muscles spasming at the feeling of being filled up so well, fingernails making their territory known all across his skin as if he were her canvas. arvin’s hand made its ascent up the side of her body, fingertips tracing each and every curve along the way up to her tresses, massaging her scalp all whilst tugging on her roots. “always feel so damn good. so damn pretty.”

 she didn’t want this moment to end. it was perfect— just her and him and the rain. she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave him, his car, never. 

 his cock hit places within her that had never been reached by anyone before, made her feel things she knew she’d only feel with arvin. she tugged him in closer, arms wrapped around his neck, his lips pressing eager kisses onto her breasts. fog joined the raindrops on the car windows, sweat beading down either of their faces. 

 “i love you,” arvin purred into her chest, head throwing back once more, his high nothing but a mere few strokes away. her legs trembled over his thighs, her cries permeating the small car, hips bouncing up and down in the rhythm of his thrusts. her lips curved upwards at this however, palm caressing his cheek as she prepared herself for climax. “fuck! i love you so much, darling. ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you.”

 “never, arvin,” she panted, his hands gripping onto her hips, slamming her onto his cock one last final time. their heads lolled backwards, mouths peeling open for the proof of their climax to emit, bodies twitching against the other’s. “i ain’t ever gonna leave you. you don’t have nothing to worry about, honey.”

 his hand reached for the back of her neck, pulling her in closer, lips moulding together, becoming one like he’d always dream about. he loved this, loved the connection they had whether it be physical or mental. he loved that she loved him no matter what he had ever done or will ever do. 

 he felt accepted. 

 she knew that even this moment was temporary. nothing, not even this, would be able to amount to the pain that arvin would feel in the morning. all the pleasure in the world would never stop grief. no matter how much time she’d spend with him, no matter how much time she’d love him, he’ll always still miss his little lenora. 

 and it was okay. she would never try and stop her lover from missing his own little sister. all she could do was try her best to halt the pain at least momentarily, to keep him occupied, to keep him at least temporarily happy. she would do this all the time, and she— at least— hoped that it was enough for him. 

 and it was. 

a/n; this is something i wrote like two years ago for my old private writing instagram account but felt like sharing it publicly <3 hope you all enjoy! and sorry for any grammatical errors, like i said, i wrote like like two years ago lol (ps, you and arvin have southern accents in that so have fun imagining that lol)

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[xtom-darling-x17]

Tom Holland + Characters

Series

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Todd Hewitt

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[sadisticsongbird]

n o t  a  f e v e r  d r e a m ,  j u s t  a  f e v e r

Summary: arvin prides himself on taking care of his sick girlfriend

Warnings: FLUUUUUUUFF

Word Count: 1.5k

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