#dark arvin russell x black reader

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Training day

Note: Inspired after talking with my Muse Jen

Summary: Lee teaches a rookie how things are done.

Warning: 18 + Only, groping, forced fingering, non consent, rape, forced oral, Dark themes, lots of crying

Dark Lee Bodecker x reader, Dark Arvin Russel x reader

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After bringing in the mail some of them spilled out of your hand before you could place it neatly on the kitchen table. The one with your father's name stood out amongst the pack.

He had died sometime ago and every once in a while letters would roll in asking for money he owed. The old bastard left you nothing but his debt and the old Chevy that was more trouble than it was worth.

You frowned and picked his up first then opened it. The sheriff's insignia stamped above the text informed you of his unpaid outstanding speeding tickets.

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"I don't know what to tell you ma'am, you're gonna have to come in and pay this off." The lady officer told you over the phone. You twisted your gold cross in annoyance at the news. After a long explanation things were going the same way they always did, bad. Not only did he have outstanding speeding tickets he also had parking tickets too. Enough for the county to put a boot on the car.

"But he is dead and I aint got that kinda money." You stressed. You needed that clunker to get back and forth to work. The buses had a tendency to run on their own time.

You heard her sigh over the phone then put you on hold without warning. You considered asking the church for help again. When he ran out on your mother they helped support your mom, kept you fed and clothed. When your mother passed they even helped to bury her and when the time came your father too. You were sure you were running low on favors. You would never be able to pay them back for everything.

"Hello Ma'am?"

"Yes. I'm still here."

"Okay, if you come to the station today and show proof, we can get this sorted for you." She explained as relief washed over.

"Thank you… I'll be there as soon as I can."

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You hoped you could get this sorted out without denting your pocket book, things were hard enough as it was. By the time you made it out of the house the street lights were on. The station was small for the town size, only three empty squad cars sat empty as you walked up to the double doors.

"Hi Honey, how can I help you today?" The lady officer inquired through the holes in the glass as you pushed through the front door.

A wide partition separated you two. Before the call you were surprised they had women working here and by her uniform she was more than just a pencil pusher. Behind her head you saw the tail end of the an empty bullpen.

Pushing your papers over her desk you again explained your situation. Her brows knitted as she read over the documents as you waited.

"Uh just a moment hun.”

You nodded in understanding while she grabbed the receiver on her phone. A few officers passed through from the back while she talked to whomever was on the other line.

"Come with me."

The partition door opened and she motioned you forward. The request caught you off guard. What more could she need? All the relevant documents were there.

You were too tired to start a fuss. You just wanted this over with so you let her lead the way.

"Take a seat inside."

The walk was short. An icy cold breeze blew out from the room when she opened the door. You went in first, hugging yourself, trying to keep warm. The space was fairly bare. A large table sat in the middle of the room with a lone chair tucked at its side. There were no windows, just a large mirror half the size of the wall.

"An Officer will be here shortly." She informed. You spun confused.

You tried to stop her to ask questions, but the door shut in your face. You never had to jump through this many hoops to prove your father's death. Everywhere else just made you sign documents after looking over your papers.

It felt like you had been waiting for hours. There was no clocks on the wall and you didn't have the mind to wear your watch. Your feet started to hurt so you took the only seat in the room. If they didn't come in the next few minutes you would just come back early tomorrow.

"Hello Ma'am, " the first officer greeted with a folder in hand, just as your patients was running thin. A younger officer followed in behind and you started to wondered how many people did it take to get this sorted out.

"Hope we hadn't kept you waiting long." The older one asked with a smile that made you feel uneasy. His badge read Lee Bodecker, but when you strained to read his partner's tag you found it too difficult. The younger man said nothing as he past, tucking himself in the corner behind you.

"No it's alright," you lied. You were a bit annoyed by your treatment and welled beyond ready for this day to end, but it felt pointless to point it out.

Lee flipped open the folder and wrinkled his brow. You twisted your necklace out of habit as you wonder what could have him looking so concerned.

"This don't look like you. This a fake I.D.? You look too young to be this old." Lee joked with a playful smirk, pulling out a copy of your license. "Do you think this looks like her Arvin?"

He leaned back and waved the copy at his partner, but Arvin looked un-amused by Lee's antics. Arvin's eyes met yours in the mirror, he frowned deeply before shifting his gaze to his feet. He looked like he didn't want to be here just as badly as you did.

"Aw don't mind him … he's just a little shy, especially around a pretty thing like you."

Lee seemed disappointed at his partners lack of interest, but shrugged it off and pressed on. He stepped closer to you and laid open the folder, spreading out the documents you had given to the female officer along with others you didn't recognize.

"We ran a report on your vehicle little lady and the name on the registration doesn't match." Lee informed as his am rested on the back of your seat. He boxed you in and he leaned in uncomfortably close.

"Yeah it was my daddy's car." You state shifting away from him as much as you could.

"Well the name on your license don't match the 'man's' name on these papers." he entoned.

"We don't have the same last name." You twisted the golden crucifix again as Lee pointed out the discrepancies between the registration and your license.

"You trying to tell me your mother was too much of a whore to figure out who your 'daddy' was?" Lee whispered into your ear. Your eyes went wide and your mouth gawked open at his crassness. If he wanted you to feel ashamed he was doing a good job of it.

"I.. I know what it looks like, but he was my daddy." You felt more and more uncomfortable. Different last names weren't uncommon, but still very taboo in your back woods country town.

Your daddy was a rolling stone, he never married your momma, and flat out refused to sign your birth certificate when you were born. A point of contention between the two until her dying day.

"Well we need a way to verify your 'daddy' is who you say he is. Cause from my view it looks like you stole this car and now your coming up here with phony documents claiming to be a dead mans child. Seems like clear fraud and theft to me."

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You watched in disbelief and shock as he pulled the handcuff from his hips.

"He is I swear. This paper work is all I got. I swear." You started to feel panicked. You couldn't believe this situation had turned so bad.

"I think we can look past this little discretion for a price."

"But I dont-"

"Stand up." he demanded flatly cutting you off, his playful demeanor fading quickly.

"What?"

"I don't like repeating myself."

Lee stepped back and pulled the chair from underneath you, dumping you out. You hit the floor hard, your side and palms throbbed from the impact as you reeled in shock.

"Please, don't do this. " You pleaded. Tears were burning up your eyes when he clicked open the cuffs. If you got arrested you would miss work. No work meant no money and with an arrest on your record your life would most definitely be harder than it was already.

"Your a good god fearing girl aren't you?" He asked his eyes suddenly transfixed on your necklace. You clutched it bringing his focus back to you.

"Use your words," he tutted when you shook your head in response.

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, but he frowned deeply at your reply.

"Yes what?"

"Y-es si-sir," you stammered through your correction making him light up. Your body was shaking and your heart pounded. You had never been in trouble with the law, but you heard enough stories for dread to sink in.

"You know good girls get rewarded… Isn't that right Arvin?" He smiled down at you. Arvin didn't answer.

"How about we do this hmm…" he crouched down to your level and offered you a hand up. You were hesitant, but didn't want to anger him so you took his hand and rose to your feet. "If your a good girl…No money, just be good for us we might forget all about this little discrepancy on your registration? Would you like that?"

"Y-yes sir."

He smiled brightly at you. You forced an awkward smile just to appease him.

"Well alright…. How about you give me your panties? Hmmm? Bet they're as cute as you." He said with a wink. You blinked wildly in disbelief at his request.

"Oh don't look at me like that baby girl. You said you were a good girl right? …. Then show me."

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You felt sick and helpless, but the thought of the alternative got you through your reservations. Slowly you bent over. He snickered at your bloomers, pulling at the elastic until it snapped back at you. The cold room felt warmer as humiliation heated your skin. You sniffed and fought off tears as he rounded you.

"That's my girl," Lee preened as you handed him your panties.

"Now go ahead and put your hands on the table."

"But you said…."

"I know what I said, honey I said it." His tone changed again. "You get rewarded once you earned it and you ain't earn shit yet."

He rested his hand on the butt end of the gun that fastened to his hip. It was a threat, but it only help to paralyze you.

"Which church you go to?"

"Saint Cecilia's." You answered almost lower than a whisper, rubbing the edges of the crucifix with your thumb.

"I know that one. Father Martin is still there right?"

You nodded, but quickly realized your mistake and spoke. "Yes sir."

"Sure would be a shame if he heard you got into trouble at the station. You know he comes by to pray for the wayward folks locked up at county. What do you think he would say if he saw that pretty face behind bars?"

He held these charges over your head like a carrot on a stick. You felt pressure. After all he and the church had done it would surely break the old mans heart. You squeezed your cross so hard it hurt before you let go. Without further protest you turned, hung your head low and placed your hands on the table. If you just do what he wants it will be over faster and you can go home and forget all this.

"Perfect darling…. stay just like that."

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You kept your eyes closed and prayed. Lee whistled over to Arvin, signaling him to come closer as he tucked your panties into his pocket.

"I don't want no part of this."

Lee sighed loudly and shook his head in disappointment. Through your lashes you stared up at Arvin pleadingly. He seemed to be just as repulsed by his partner as you were. It looked as if he felt sorry for you as if he wanted to help, but all he could muster was that sympathetic look.

"If you're going to be apart of this unit your gonna need to man up. You can't always hide out in the corner. You're a virgin aren't you?" At Lee's accusation Arvin turned beet red. Lee laughed loudly at him, embarrassment riddled all over Arvin's features.

"All makes sense now. Why you're always acting all shy. Don't worry your secret is save with us… Aint that right darling?" Lee affirmed, slapping the back of the young officer hard, but playfully, bringing him closer by his shoulder.

"Yes sir." You responded weakly after Lee pinched your ass with his free hand. Arvin shoved his partner hard, giving himself some distance. You cried quietly to yourself when Lee pressed his belt buckle to your backside.

"I can tell by the way her hips set she aint." Lee joked, making you feel more humiliated as he lifted your skirt over your hips. You stifled a sob as Lee's calloused hands trailed up your thigh slowly.

"Listen here Arv., I took you on as a favor to your old man. He looked after me when I was coming up in the force and now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Lee said casually. You bit down on your lip and choke down a whimper as Lee forced a fat digit inside.

"Don't talk about my dad," Arvin hissed. He looked agitated and you hoped that would be enough to stop this, but Lee played on.

"Your father was a great man and a great teacher. Would’ve made sheriff if things had ended different….. I ain’t doin nothin he ain’t show me.” Lee reassured as he dipped in slowly and pulled out slower, you squirmed at the feel of the intrusion. Arvin kick the ground and shook his head as he listened. He caught your eyes in the mirror and you could see something break down inside him.

"This is a tradition. Everybody that done wore the badge has done it. Your father included. So we're going to make you a man today." He declared as you continued to sob.

"Oh watch this!" Lee exclaimed while curling a finger inside of you. A warmness in your belly bubbled over, forcing a moan to slip past your lips. You bit down hard after the outburst, ashamed of yourself from finding pleasure in his sin.

"See that she is breathing heavy now." Lee teased while adding another digit. He pushed in so deep that is knuckles rested on your cunt. The firmness made ripples sing out from your core. The devil was alive in this man and your soul felt weak against these unwanted desires.

Arvin's eyes drifted to your back side watching the display. He swallowed hard as his hands crossed over his belt, but it did little to hide the imprint forming in the seat of his pants.

"Now you give it a go." Lee pulled his fingers free, wiping your slickness on your ass. You panted pathetically relieved, but still throbbing with fire.

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"Remember what I told you. Be a good girl." Lee reminded you.

Arvin took Lee's place hesitantly. Your legs felt weak and you strained to stay up right. You tried to focus on the dangling pendant and not them. This shall pass, this will be over, you just had to endure.

"Yes sir," you hiccuped. Tears pooled on the table as you waited for Arvin to violate you.

“Take your forefinger and index like this” Lee encouraged. Lee motioned with his finger while Arvin mimicked the instructions.

You balked lowly when you felt Arvin touched down the outline of your lips gently, his fingers curious of the bud poking through.

"Go on," Lee encouraged.

Arvin pressed against your lips, separating them gingerly. His nervous energy bled through your skin as the last semblance of hope faded. Any thought that you had that Arvin would be a hero was fully gone. You were nothing to them or less than nothing to them.

"Don’t tease her boy get in there. Show her you're a man!" Lee goaded the younger officer. Arvin's fingers stoked the devil's fire.

You squeezed Arvin's fingers the involuntary action making him growl. Your nails dug into the table while Arvin played and Lee coached. The older man acted like a proud father, cheering him on each time you moaned or bucked your hips. Your body didn't feel like your own, the devil had surely taken over you.

Wet slick sounds added to your shame and humiliation. The longer he moved inside the louder it sounded. You couldn't hear them anymore, too dizzy and light headed to focus.

“See all that shine. That means she's in need. Gotta put her out of her misery as they say." Lee said as he nudged Arvin.

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A rolling pulse surged from his finger tips, ashamedly you pushed your hips hint him. A part of you didn't want to but another part needed it, like an itch that just had to be scratched.

The door snapped shut loudly and suddenly. The noise made. your head whip in its direction. The thought of more men coming to violate you had a resurgence of panic and fear. But to your surprise no one had entered, and Lee had gone.

Arvin stepped back and you were relieved. With the other officer gone you felt emboldened to push your skirt down and stand up right.

"Don't-"

"Please.." you pleaded weakly, cutting him off. Through the mirror you looked up at him, but he didn't look at you. The way he stared at himself in the mirror worried you.

"Don't look at me." He demanded still staring at himself. You moved

"Please, you don't have to do this."

Foolishly you turned to plead to him face to face, but Arvin caught your wrist, stopping you. You felt the remnants of your slick coated on his fingers as he gripped your wrist hard.

You whaled as Arvin contorted your arm behind your back wrenching it painfully.

He was clumsy and desperate as he held you down and wrestled with his pants with one hand. You stayed pressed to the table, focusing on the pain radiating from the connecting joints.

Your pleading was desperate and tantric yet Arvin trudged on. Tears bled over your face and all over the table. There was no notice or warning when his cock stretched you open.

You cried out loudly as new pain drew new focus throughout your whole body. The full girth of Arvin felt as if he ripped through your soul.

Arvin held you down with little to no effort. You couldn't push him off, couldn't run away, he trapped you in unending pain. He grunted as you gasped and sobbed. The hard top of the table jabbed into your hip with each thrust of his.

The pain broke something in you. The chorus of your body against his built a weird sensation that made you wild and you couldn't ignore it.

"Arvin," you panted out breathy. You wanted to believe you were going to plead to stop, but those protest choked you.

In the mirror his eyes looked lidded and focused on the connecting flesh. You feared the sight of yourself, feared that lust was written on you.

Your arm fell limp at your side, the ache dull in comparison to the twisted battering that filled you with confusion. Arvin smoothed down your hip until he rounded underneath. Your thighs locked around his hand as it burrowed in-between, forcefully petting the hidden bud.

Everything was hot, so hot you couldn't concentrate. His heavy breathing, his touch, his desperate rhythm worked to swallow you in fire. It felt like Arvin had sunk into your depths as if you were bottomless.

You moaned unable to fight the inferno erupting from his violation. You knew you shouldn't want it but you needed it. If this was slipping into sin you could see how so many had fallen.

Your toes curled in your shoes as the fire overtook your body. The heat burned brighter than the shame and guilt you felt. His cum the only thing that cooled the blaze.

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You kept your head low out of the station and you hugged yourself. Home is were you wanted to be. A hot bath to scrub the sin off.

You didn't want to remember Arvin leaving you in a heap over the table. You didn't want to remember the cheers that bled through the mirror and the eyes that followed you out off the station.

"Church girl!” Lee shouted from behind. His keys jangled as you gulped down your nerve as he approached.

"Yes sir?" Your voice sounded horse, another shameful reminder of your hedonism. You were lucky your skirt came down well past your knees. The only blessing that helped to hide Arvin's seed that had trailed down your thigh.

"You forgot your reward. We got your record all cleared up. No need to worry about getting anymore letters about the speeding and parking tickets."

Bile built up again in your throat and you tried to ignore it. Lee seemed to study your face, enjoying your discomfort.

"Thank you sir."

"Need help?" Lee asked looking past you and at your car. You frowned and then followed his gaze. Your tires, all flat. Though the sight was shocking you didn't care you would drive it on its rim you just needed to get away.

"No it's fine sir." You tried to assure him, but he frowned back at you.

"Naw this aint no good. You can't go driving around like that." He tutted.

"Sir please you've already done so much." You tried not to sound panicked, but you were. The last thing you wanted to do was to be trapped in a car with him.

"No I won't take no for an answer darling. I'm taking you home, tomorrow I'll have Earl swing by and fix it right up for you. " There was no arguing or protesting. He was telling you how things were going to be and you had no power in refusing.

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Lee let you sit in front while he drove. He took the long way to your home, the extended trip keeping you on edge even after he turned on to your street. The car ride was silent, the only thing you were thankful for.

The engine died in your driveway and you were quick to rush out the door. By the time you touched the handle to door locked before you could open it.

"Whoa whoa whoa darling, leaving so fast?" Lee asked casually with your back turned to him. "I went out of my way to help you get home. And this is the thanks I get?"

The leather seats whined and wheezed as he stretched out along the seat. His finger tips tickled your back, sending a cold chill down your spine while you stayed frozen. You winced when he let out an annoyed breath when you still didn't answer.

"I asked you a question darling."

"Thank you for the ride home sir." Your throat felt dry as you answered him, but your your eyes found no shortage in water.

Slyly you tried the door again, but it stayed locked. You felt broken and tired and wanted nothing more for this nightmare to end.

"Thank you? All I get is a thank you?" Lee scoffed.

"You know how I can tell you're not as good as you pretend to be?" Lee spat. "Look at me when I am talking to you!"

Your body trembled uncontrollably and your words came out just as shaky. "Sorry sir."

"Good god fearing girls don’t do what you did. Get as wet as you did. I watched you through that big old mirror. Watched you let loose for Arvin. Did my boy really good."

You looked down at your lap, squeezing your thighs tightly together. Arvin's dried cum scratched your skin as you soaked in the shame of what happened.

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"Come over here."

He patted at the space next to him. Not wanting to anger him you scooted along the wide leather seat, when you were close enough he hugged you into his side, squeezing uncomfortably tight.

"I should've kept you to myself." Lee practically purred, picking up your chin. He focused solely on your lips as your tears trickled over his hand. Your lips trembled as he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. "Something as sweet as you…., but I owed the boy's old man you see."

"I really appreciate all that y'all done for me Mr. Bodecker, but I got work in the morning." You tried to stop yourself from crying, but it was hard to do. The more you fought the more they would trickle down.

"Words aren't good enough darling. I need proof, action. You gotta make me believe your appreciative….Why don't you show me hmm?"

"Please you promised. I was good."

"You were good darlin… Really good… to Arvin, but I need you to be good to me…."

You looked around for help from the outside world, but found none. Your neighbor's houses were all dark and not a car had past since you arrived home.

"Don't worry about putting on a show for the neighbors. I want you to duck down and put those pretty lips around my cock."

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Your hands shook as you unbuckled his belt. The clasp popped easily with your help and the stress of his bulge. Lee's cock bounced out when you unzipped him. He wasn't wearing nothing under his pants.

"Now I want you to open your mouth nice and wide." Lee said as he palmed the back of your head, forcing you into his lap as you balked. His cock was threateningly close, you pushed push on his thighs but the pressure from his hand kept you face to face with it.

"Open." Lee ordered firmly. You felt the order in his words and fear of what would happen if you didn't comply. You hesitated but when he began to squeeze you opened slowly. Your nails dug into his pants ferociously, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"That’s it." Lee let out a relaxing breath. You whined as you took him in. He controlled your movements. His legs spread wide in relaxation as you struggled to breathe.

"Take all of me in that sweet little mouth of yours." He hummed while you gagged. You dry heaved each time he forced you down. The convulsions bringing up sick that you swallowed back down.

"Oh your are soo bad. You can’t be a church girl. A good little Christian can't do this honey."

Your lips felt bruised and jaws ached. You sobbed endlessly throughout the assault which earned you praise.

When he shivered and held you down Lee spilled into your mouth. You choked and spit out, making a mess of the seat of his pants.

When he released your neck you shot up quickly, wiping your mouth as you gasped for more air.

"Oh shit darling look what you did." He tutted. "Guess I gotta go inside and have you clean me. Can't go home looking like this."

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Multifariousqueer’s ✨masterlist✨

Omg y’all I can’t believe it’s finally here!!! It’s not finished bc I’m thinking abt writing for Lo’ak from Avatar but still!

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YandereNathanDrakexfem!reader 💙

Summary: Yandere Nathan Drake headcannons

Cherry

Sober!CherryxReader: Nightmares ☁️

Summary: the reader comforts Cherry after a nightmare.

Arvin Russell

Arvin Russell x Small!reader ☁️💙

Summary: The reader is small and they want to have a business but they need help from a certain guy. READER IS BLACKCODED!!!!

Shuri

feels so good(Shurix Black!fem!reader) 🦋

Summary: Shuri and the reader have some fun ;)

Passings and Precautions(ShurixBlack!fem!reader) 💙

Summary: Grief takes a toll on all of us. Even the reader.

All that remains(ShurixBlack!fem!reader) 🦋

Summary: You feel ignored by Shuri so you decide to get some revenge.

Request: Jealous!ShurixBlack!Fem!reader 🦋

Summary: Shuri being jealous over a problem SHE created.

Shuri headcannons(Black!fem!reader) ☁️

Summary: Headcannons abt our fav 🤭

Peter Parker

I’ll do anything Professor(Professor!Peter Parker xcollege student!reader) 🦋

Summary: you need to get your grade up and there’s only one way how ;)

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Summary: Inspired by the classic tale, this puts you and Peter at a crossroad.

Peter Parker x Pilot!reader 💙

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Breaking up with Yandere!Peter Parker 💙

Summary: you’re breaking up with Peter but he isn’t having it

Finding Peter’s abs 🦋

Summary: You discover Peter has something up his sleeve(or should I say...shirt)

Thigh r!ding with Peter 🦋

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Pheromones: Peter Parker x Reader 🦋

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Charleston Girl

Dark!Arvin Russell x Reader

~Description~

You were the wealthy good girl from the “better” side of Knockemstiff, Ohio only that was so far from the truth. Arvin was never one to judge for you being a hidden troublemaker but he can’t help but want to straighten out a girl who doesn’t want to be handled. 

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-con, Underage drinking, Smoking, Fingering, Forced Orgasm, semi-public sex

“It’s so pretty on you,” you said as Lenora gave you a twirl. She was wearing a pretty pink tea-length dress. It was one of your own. You had so many from Momma, that you didn’t bother hanging this one up. It was in a box in your attic. You hadn’t thought of it until Lenora asked you about wearing something to the dance and what you would wear.

All you thought about was going to the dance with Lenora. You couldn’t care less about what you were going to wear. It’s always been that way. You and Lenora. You both were two peas in a pod. You were never seen without the other the day you found each other. It was in Kindergarten after Tommy Matson pushed quiet, good Lenora into the mud. He got a bad black eye and you got a new best friend. As you both grew up, you wrestled less with boys your age and found yourself under their sheets while Lenora became a godly goody two shoes. You kept up with the persona of the do-gooder for Momma of course. There was no way of talking your way out of one of Momma’s lectures. 

So you tried your hardest to seem like that good rich girl from the “better side” of Knockemstiff, Ohio. Many people didn’t look past the facade. You played it up so well going to church, never staying out late, never drinking or smoking. Little did everyone know you were doing more than they even realized. No one saw past it. Well, mostly everyone didn’t except for Arvin Russel. You didn’t know Lenora’s cousin that well even when you were at their house most of the time. He never talked much to you only gruff hellos and a few forced waves. 

He knew what you were plain as day but he never spoke on it. Never called you out for your sinful ways when you and Momma were over and Emma was going on about how much of a good girl you are, when you would laugh and giggle next to Lenora during prayer, or when you would lie to the boys you flirted with about being a virgin. 

Arvin never even batted an eye. That was until you found yourself being flirted with by Tommy Matson. He was just a dalliance in your eyes. He didn’t mean much to you plus it wasn’t like you were actually planning on sleeping with him but to Arvin… 

Arvin acted as if you sold yourself to the devil. 

He treated you so coldly after he saw you with Tommy one day. You had been kissing something you always did. Tommy got too handsy when you finally called it off. You rolled your eyes when he cursed about you being a tease and how Susie already went to third base with him. You spit the taste of him out and wiped your mouth. 

“Not all of us are easy like Susie Cox…” you snarled.

He rolled his eyes before spitting, “I was told you were easier than Susie Cox.” 

You cursed at him before shoving him away only to find Arvin looking in your direction with a hard glare. You stared back not knowing whether to give him a hard glare too. You chose to leave. Tommy was being a total drag anyway.  

“Good luck findin’ a way home,” Tommy said as you walked off. You couldn’t stop the middle finger that raised from you as you walked away with your arms crossed over your chest. 

You made your way down the road to your house. It wasn’t far from where you were now. So the walk wouldn't be anyways. You were by yourself for what seemed like ten minutes before hearing the sound of a car slow down next to you. You ignored it, thinking it was Tommy until a sound came from inside of the car. A sound from a voice you didn't want to hear right now. 

You stopped dead in your tracks and sighed, “Arvin…” 

You didn’t want to see him, especially not after your make-out succession with Tommy Matson. To be honest you would rather have him be Tommy than Arvin. 

“Get in,” he bit out. 

You hesitated a bit. You could tell he was upset and you could figure out a good and well enough reason as to why. He opened the door to his truck and you hurried in. It was quiet, so quiet it had you listening to the wind from outside the car for comfort. You wanted him to say something instead of this awkward silence that had your insides ripping themselves out. 

Finally, you couldn’t bear it any longer and said something. 

“Don’t tell Momma,” you whispered as you stared out into the road. 

You didn’t know why you said it because it wasn’t like he would’ve. He never did and yet… you had this overwhelming feeling that today might’ve been different, You could hear his grip tighten on the wheel ever so slightly at the plea. 

“And if I do?” He quietly asked. That caused you to finally look at him. You blinked in his direction, and he kept his eyes straight on the road. 

“She’ll kill me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he grunted as he pulled into your driveway. You stared at him as he finally turned his attention to you. His frown and hardened eyes stared right back at you. 

You swallowed, “Please… don’t tell Momma.”

He stared at you for what seemed like a long time before he eventually tilted his head, with a small nod. You thanked him for the ride and then that was it. You both never talked about it again nor was there even a reason to. To find your cousin’s best friend making out with a guy who bullied them both would have anyone shaking their heads at the sight. To this day you still don’t really know why you agreed to it in the first place. You supposed it was you were just bored and Tommy was the only one near that had anything interesting about him. 

You shook your head as Lenora pulled you up from the flowery bed. 

“Your turn,” she said with a smile, “You need a pretty dress too.” 

Lenora shuffled through the old boxes of dresses. It could’ve been decades worth of dresses. Momma had a keen eye for style. Lenora pulled out a pale blue dress you’ve never seen before. You smiled at it when Lenora held it up to you in the mirror. 

“Gorgeous.” 

You stared at it for a bit before Lenora spoke up again, “Hurry and put in on.”

You nodded and went to your bathroom. When you got the dress on you noticed how much prettier it was. The ruffles needed to be puffed out more, but it was a beautiful dress. When you came out Lenora couldn’t stop smiling and complimenting you about how you looked in it. You giggled when she twirled you around her. 

“Well don’t y’all look so pretty,” Momma said as you both smiled towards her. 

“Don’t we?”

She started to walk closer but you found Arvin right behind her. Your smile faltered a bit at the sight of him. Momma smiled at him as she gestured to you and Lenora. Arvin cleared out his throat a bit before agreeing. 

“Oh is it time to leave already?” Lenora asked. 

Arvin nodded as he stared at you both, mainly you. You didn’t know how you felt about the look he gave you. It was a soft gaze, softer than the day he saw you with Tommy Matson that’s for sure. You turned and grabbed Lenora’s hand trying to ignore Arvin’s eyes, “Let's go pick up your things, hm?” 

Lenora nodded and followed you back to your room. You helped pack the rest of her things and sent Lenora on her way with Arvin, who still looked at you with a strange look you couldn’t pinpoint. 

. . . 

You held the bottle to your lips chugging down the burning whiskey quickly you knew that if you didn’t it would all come bubbling up. 

“Slow down, sugar. What’s the rush?” the blonde boy slurred with a chuckle he was way drunker than you by a tenfold. Time and time again he always told you that he could hold his liquor and time and time again you always proved him wrong. 

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away when his hands started to palm at your thighs. It wasn’t the first time Ricky tried to pull something like this. You could usually forgive it because he would cry about how sorry he was the next day. You huffed and closed your eyes, drinking the last bit of the whiskey before throwing it down. You could feel your body warming up finally after an hour or so sitting there for what felt like forever with this boy. 

“Ricky, if I wanted to fuck something I wouldn’t have called you.” You said so bluntly it had him frowning and leaning forward. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“It’s okay,” you sighed. You pulled out a cigarette one you stole from Momma, it was one you knew she wouldn’t be missing. You lit it up and took a small drag from it. “I’m gettin’ tired.” You tried to do a convincing yawn. It worked since Ricky was too drunk to notice how fake it was. 

“I'm going to start headin’ home, Rick.”

“This late? It’s dark out...” 

“I’ll be fine I'm just down the road from you,” you stated as you pulled your cardigan around you. You gave him a wave and left. The real reason why you left was you couldn’t stand having to take care of boys when they were drunk. It reminded you too much of your father.

You got far away enough to where you could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through you. You kicked a few rocks and missed causing you to slip and fall on your side. You could barely feel the scrape on the side of your arm courtesy of the alcohol Ricky supplied you. You laughed at yourself mostly because you magically saved your cig. You took a long drag and inhaled deeply. You picked yourself back up a task that now seemed a lot more difficult than normal. You swayed a bit and tried to keep yourself upright. You could make it to your house: just another mile or two to go. You continued on your merry way, taking one last hit of your cig before throwing it down and stomping on it. 

By then you didn’t notice the sound of a car slowing down by you. You would’ve broken out in a run, that was if you could run. Thankfully it wasn’t a cop but the sight that was held before you had you cursing underneath your breath. 

Arvin stared at you for what seemed like a long time before he huffed and opened the passenger seat door. You would’ve ignored it and kept walking if your whole body didn’t feel like you were carrying bags of sand. You made your way in, closed the door, and leaned your head against the window. You knew you probably smelled like a cheap liquor store, so Arvin could easily guess what you had been doing. 

It was quiet for a minute, you could tell he wasn’t as upset as when you found you and Tommy but he was disappointed. The car slowed back down a bit and pulled into an area with a lot of brush. 

“I don’t get why Lenora associates with you…” he calmly said as he put the car in park. “You two are so different.”

You huffed and stared at the window. You weren’t going to get lectured by a boy, especially Arvin Russel. 

“How are we so different?” You chuckled as you stared out into the dense forest. You turned your head to find Arvin looking directly at you his eyes were unnerving you a bit. You can tell he mumbled something but you couldn’t make it out, you were a bit too drunk. You thought you could hold your liquor, not tonight. 

You didn’t understand what happened at first. You found his lips on yours and his arms around your waist. It was all too quick for your drunk mind to comprehend. 

“Ar- Arvin,” You mumbled into his lips. 

He shallowed your pleas instantly with his tongue as he forced it into your mouth. You usually didn’t like it when boys would try to take control and it was no different now. You tried your best to fight him off but your slaps were weak while he was tasting your mouth. You moaned into him when he pressed a spot on your thighs it had you trying to close them but Arvin only pushed them wider. You could finally breathe again when he pulled his mouth off of you but instead opted to kiss your jaw and the side of your neck. You could feel his fingers on your underwear. They slowly rubbed up and down and you could feel the pair becoming wet. 

“You’re fucking drippin’ is that all for me?” he sighed as he pulled your underwear to the side and stared at it. Never in your experience has a boy even taken a peak. All the other times it was dark with you usually on top. It made you feel uncomfortable to have him this close. To have him staring at an intimate spot. To have him be the one that was overpowering you. It made you feel small, and you didn’t like the feeling of not being in control. He entered with a finger slowly bringing it out and in before adding another one. 

“Arvin please,” you gasped when he curled his fingers in a way that had you tensing. You pulled at his wrist until you felt his fingers go a bit faster. 

“Say that again,” he leaned over your body and whispered in your ear. “Say please and say my name again.”

“P- please, Arvin.”

Arvin kissed your lips as soon as those words left your mouth. His fingers didn’t stop nor slow once. Back and forth back and forth while you were squirming and moaning beneath him. Your hips met up with his hand every time causing his other hand to hold over your stomach to make you stay still. You cried out when his thumb started to rub at your clit. It was all too much for you, you were too weak, too intoxicated to get him off of you. It got to the point where he had you whining out for him. Begging him pleading for him to let you come. He smiled a devilish smile that had you furrowing your eyebrows, kissed your cheek, and nodded. You saw white and grabbed onto his hand that was holding you down. You moaned so loudly you swore that the woods were still echoing the sound that left your lips. Your body was too hot and paralyzed to even move. You breathed deeply as he fixed up your underwear and smoothed over your skirt. He stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you while he stared at you. He stared at you while he did it. You could’ve slapped him if you weren’t too out of it to say something. 

“Let's get you home, hmm?” he said a bit out of breath too. 

You nodded and tried to pick yourself back up to a comfortable position. You both were deathly silent in the truck. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing. When he finally pulled into your driveway you thanked him and went on your way. You didn’t turn back as you went inside of your house and you didn’t hear him pull out until you closed the door. 

. . . 

“Y’all look like princesses,” Momma said as she fluffed up your dress and then did the same for Lenora. 

Emma smiled as she watched you both from the dining room chair. 

“Arvin is drivin’ y’all to the dance, right?” Emma asked as she got up and leaned against the archway. 

“Yeah,” Lenora said happily. 

You could’ve broken something right then and there. 

“Arvin?” you said lowly and Lenora nodded in a smile. She didn’t notice how upset you were but Momma did. 

“Don’t worry I am sure other people are going to be comin’ up in trucks too,” she giggled as she fixed your hair again. 

You weren’t worried about that yet you played along. You sighed at Momma and Emma picked up your guys’s shoes. You didn’t want to go out of your house all of a sudden. You didn’t want to go and see him. You haven’t seen him in over a month. You didn’t know how you managed not seeing him considering he was basically Lenora’s brother. Yet you did, you hid away. You haven’t been out drinking since that night which made some of your “other” friends upset. You couldn’t give them the real answer as to why so you opted to just say you were grounded. 

Lenora held your hand and guided you outside. Momma and Emma followed behind, smiling as soon as Arvin’s truck was in their line of sight. 

“Be good girls,” Emma said as you and Lenora jumped into Arvin’s truck. You both gave them a quick wave and went on your way. 

The car wasn’t silent but it wasn’t very talkative either. Lenora seemed to notice the complete energy shift and she was hesitant to start the conversation. Somehow she did. She and Arvin did some small talk. Now and then she invited you to a conversation. You would reply with one-word answers. Finally, you made it to the dance you knew that some people were already tipsy before even walking in just from the way they walked. 

As soon as you and Lenora walked out of Arvin’s truck she checked on you. She whispered when she asked if you were alright. You only nodded. You didn’t want to be near Arvin for a moment more. She accepted it and walked you to the door. You glance to your right to see Tommy smile at you with a brown paper bag he isn’t careful hiding. 

“You go on in, I'll meet you inside, okay?” You said and Lenora looked between you and Tommy. She didn’t look pleased but she didn’t say anything. She nodded and walked in. 

You felt bad and you knew that what you were doing was bad. What you were about to do was impulsive but you couldn’t stop yourself as you walked towards Tommy. His little gang wasn’t there with him, it was just him with a bottle. 

“I knew you couldn’t hold up on a good time forever,” he said. 

You frowned and took the bottle from his hand. You downed whatever it was easily. It was sweet and burned the back of your throat. It was a pleasant burn, one that made you feel a bit better about leaving Lenora. You leaned against Tommy’s car, never noticing how he only stared at you. 

“You look beautiful tonight…” 

“I’m sure Susie would agree too,” you quietly said as you sipped the bottle. 

“You’re still mad at that?”

“You said that I was easier than Susie Cox. Who wouldn’t be mad at that,” you quipped.

He stared at your lips then your eyes and only smiled. His hand touched your cheek, smoothing out your jawline and then finally holding it. 

“You know I don’t believe that…” he whispered as he moved his face towards your lips. 

You let him kiss you and you smiled. He was an idiot and a bully but you still let him kiss you. You couldn’t fully get why you did. You closed your eyes as you let him fully relax onto you. His hands started to make their way down to your neck then your back. It was calming, you felt calm as he held you. That was until you felt air circulate you, and Tommy was on the ground with Arvin on top of him hitting him repeatedly. You gasped as you stared at them. You couldn’t even scream from how stunned you were at the sight. 

“Stop, Stop it! Arvin quit!” You yelled at him and pulled at him but you couldn’t get him off of Tommy. “Please, Arvin please stop.” 

You could feel tears in your eyes. You know once you started crying you couldn’t stop. He only stopped when blood started pouring from Tommy’s nose. You yelped at the sight of his face. The whimpering sounds of the younger man were startling to hear. You couldn’t quell it though as you were being pulled away. 

You were farther away from the dance from Tommy’s bloody face. You cried when Arvin shoved you against his truck, “Why did you do that?”

“How could you willingly give yourself to that boy?” 

You didn’t know why he asked that or why he even thought it was any of his business.

“You’re not my dad. I shouldn’t have to tell you why I do the things I do and it shouldn’t bother you.” 

“I don’t think you understand…” he quietly said as he took your hair in his hands. You screeched when he pulled your head back. He quickly covered your mouth. The searing pain of your hair being ripped and pulled back had you sobbing. You could barely look at Arvin from how blurry it all was. 

“From the moment I touched you I claimed you. You don’t get to whore yourself around anymore. Not with me around to stop it.” His sharp words made you quiver against him. “Unless you want me to go to your mother and tell her all the sinful things I’ve watched you do.” 

You shook your head whimpering at how tight his hands were around your hair. 

“Are you going to be good from now on?” He asked and you nodded your head. His lips curved up at that. “Turn around, hold your dress up, and bend over against the truck.” 

You paused for a moment before finally doing what he ordered. You knew crying wasn’t going to get you out of this but you couldn’t stop the tears that traveled down your face. You held up your dress and you bent over the side of his truck. He held your hips tightly and pulled you back so your ass could fully be seen by him. He slapped it harshly once and then again and again. You could barely hold yourself in the position from how bad his slaps burned into your skin. When he was done he pulled down your underwear and stuffed his fingers inside you. 

“Soakin’ my fingers,” he whispered in your ear. You tensed at that. Your nails felt like they were going to snap as you gripped his truck for support. 

You heard the sound of his zipper going down and the ruffling of clothing. If you could make yourself run right now you would’ve been you couldn’t wield yourself to move. Not even an inch. You gasped when you felt his head push into you. It was going to be a tight fit and you didn’t know if you could handle it. He was so thick that you could feel every vein and inch of him. You whimpered when he finally was flushed against you. 

“That’s my good girl,” he said as he smoothed over your ass. 

His touch was soft against you like he was saying sorry for slapping you but his thrusts were deep and rough. He was sending a message through them through each powerful thrust. You moaned at the feel of him and when he pulled you close to him, your back was to his chest. 

“You’re mine now,” he grunted. “No one else gets to use this anymore. Just me, only me.”

You nodded as he fucked you against his truck. You squeezed your eyes shut when he hit a spot within you that had you cursing his name. He held his hand over your mouth and with one final thrust had you seeing stars. You came all over him. He didn’t stop only going in harder than before. You didn’t think he would come inside you not until he whispered breathily about how you were milking him dry. You mumbled under his hand trying to plead with him. But he only chuckled and held his other hand to your stomach. His finger slipped onto your clit rubbing it over and over again. 

You didn’t know you had another in you until you were coming around him a second time. This time it sent him off the edge too. You sobbed when he held himself there planting himself deep inside you. When he pulled out you cringed at the feel of his come dripping down your thighs. No boy has ever came inside you there was no possible way you would ever risk getting pregnant. Yet Arvin did it. Without your permission. You wanted to hit him, to curse at him but you couldn’t even move. Arvin pushed some of his come back into you and pulled your underwear back up. 

“Now go inside and give Lenora a good time.”

You nodded quietly doing what he told you to do. You could barely walk but somehow you made it to Lenora. She could tell something happened to you but to be honest you were too out of it to even notice. Just grabbed her and danced. Here on the floor, you could forget about Arvin and your newfound terrifying relationship with him.

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Eternity

Summary: You snooped into something that ended up being more than you can handle. It’s not your fault you were curious. As much as Arvin was your friend, he’d been acting out lately, little did you know that soon you’d be stuck together, for eternity.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violent themes, Kidnapping, Murder, Slightly yandere!Arvin, Cursing, Brief mentions of suicide, and of course never proof read. (Probably needs more warnings than this just let me know)

  Nothing, you saw nothing. Your ears still rang, eyes still stung from the hot tears that fell while your brain worked overtime to find reasons for todays events. You weren’t dead? Were you? Your fingers grazed against the odd plastic above you, the stiff material made it difficult to breath. Breathe. Were you still with him? You recalled the gargled speech of Pastor Teagardin as several bullets tore through his chest. A moment you weren’t supposed to be around for, one you were stupid enough to stumble upon. 

  Brown eyes you’d have believed were heaven sent before today stared back into yours. Arvin Russell. He’d scrambled around to pick up his shell casings so fast, you noticed him wince from them still being hot to the touch. They’d just blown through a man, and he was scooping them up like they were shells on a beach. “Y/N?...Listen to me doll-” Arvin had reached out to you, his unplanned visitor. You couldn’t touch him, you wouldn’t let him touch you. Hurt you too. “Please...Please don’t kill me- I won’t tell nobody, I swear Arvin!” You pleaded to the man through blurry eyes.

  Arvin’s soft demeanor shifted as he looked to the ceiling with a click of his tongue. “Now, how could I do that to you my little trinket? Hmm?” His half lidded eyes shifted to you, chin still pulled up as his presence ate you alive. Closer. Until his rugged hands gripped your arm quickly pulling you out of the bloody church with him. “Arvin!-” Your scream fell upon deaf ears as Arvin covered your mouth with a heavy sigh before you were met with a heavy blow to your head.

  Now you were here, panicked hands scooted across the black space in search of its end. A sliver of sunlight cut through to your fingers as you found the edge of the dark grey tarp. Pulling it aside you faced upwards in the bed of an old truck staring at the mid day sky. What you’d thought to be sweat before turned out to be blood coming from your temple. You sat up slowly while holding your head, looking around a bit whoosy until you met eyes in the rear view mirror. Brown eyes. You gasped and struggled with the rest of the tarp over your legs, the truck slamming to a stop flinging you against the back glass.

  The air in your lungs escaped in a large gust, but you powered on hoisting your leg over the side of the truck bed. There they were again, evil hands burning against your heavenly skin. “HELP! HELP ME PELASE SOMEBODY!” You screamed out as Arvin yanked you into his arms, grunting against you while you tried to kick him. “Damnit Y/N STOP!” Arvin growled, tossing you onto the trucks bench seat. His body slid in next to yours, gripping you tight so he could lock the truck. The cool black barrel against your cheek made you tremble, vison blurring again with a whimper. You’d always thought of Arvin to be decent, maybe even your friend, now he may be the death of you.

  “Nah, c’mon now darlin’ don’t- don’t do all at’ now.” Arvin furrowed his brows wiping some of your tears away with his thumb. “Make a man feel bad.” He huffed buckling you in before himself. You stared at the curly haired man in disbelief, “Make you feel bad? You murdered a man!” You shouted, though you dared not much more as Arvin was armed. “I know you was stalkin’ the preacher. I saw you outside his house.” Arvin turned his head towards you with an unimpressed look. “I know. I was watchin’ him for what he did to my Lenora. Raped her. Made her kill herself.” His eyes watched the road again letting you think about his words. Lenora’s baby, of course. Choosing not to press this issue for now, you stayed silent.

  “I been watchin’ you too lil’ girl. longer than I was watchin’ that no good preacher. You can’t watch the watcher doll. I was after you first.” Your eyes blew wide. “But, I followed you! I-” Arvin laughed dryly “Dumb lil’ girl. Whatever kinda detective you thought you was, I let you be.” You swallowed thickly choosing to stare at the road with Arvin. He’d been stalking me too. He really was sick. “Where are you taking me?” You mumbled, moving to lean your head against the window. “Wherever I want. I was thinkin’ we’d make home over in Cincinnati.”

  We? “What uh, what do you mean we?” You felt like you knew what he was implying, especially after his newest confession. “I figure, you’ve seen too much, know too much. I-I can’t kill you, I love you-” You shook your head. “Arvin you can’t love me! I mean for gods sake you hurt me! You’re sick and you need help!”. Arvin’s jaw tensed “I DO LOVE YOU! DON’T YOU TELL ME OTHERWISE!”. You cried feeling his hand come up to your face, fingers squishing your cheeks in as he pulled you closer. The truck came to a stop as Arvin watched you, a smirk playing on his lips. “I didn’t want to hurt you Y/N, honest. Y-You tried to leave ME.” Arvin pressed a hand against his chest in hurt “I had to, see what you make me do?” 

  He frowned tired of your crying, placing a kiss to your wounded temple. “M’sorry darlin’.” His warm lips traveled to your cheekbone, then encased your pouted lips. You struggled against him face still in his hand. “I don’t love you.” You sniffled making Arvin’s frown grow deeper, eyes grow a bit dark. His fingers squeezed your poor jaw tighter making you whine in pain. His posture slouching slightly to meet your eyes, noses touching ever so gently. “You love me. Go on. Say. it.” You kept your mouth sealed shut, eyes drifting to the fabric of his jeans, scared of his unstable state. “SAY IT.” You jolted, Arvin’s thunderous voice filling the small space.

  Hot breath that smelled of mouthwash and cigarettes fanned across your face. Despite his tantrum, you stayed frozen, he wouldn’t kill you. “You don’t love me?” Arvin’s voice cracked as you shook your head. He forced you to meet his bitter chocolate eyes again, oh how you wished they were sweet like before. “Figure it out.” He grunted, pushing you back from him, continuing to drive. Arvin couldn’t seem to stay mad at you though, his right hand smoothing over your leg curled up on the bench seat. “You’re mine, and we belong, together~” Arvin sang softly to you along with the old crackly radio. His hand halted on your knee before dipping under your floral skirt to rub along the supple skin of your thigh, ignoring your discomfort. “Yes, we belong, together~...” Arvin’s mind had been set, if you didn’t love him, he’d make you fake it until it was true. “For..Eternity.”

  Somehow you drifted off to sleep and some time passed, a few hours maybe? The sun had just barely gone down when the truck stuttered to a halt again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Arvin beat his fist against the steering wheel reading the gas gauge. Arvin’s shouting forced you up right in your seat, the door mechanism unlocking beside you as he climbed out of the truck. Your hand trembled against the truck door handle debating escape. “Don’t get any ideas doll.” The truck door popped open, Arvin standing over you. “What are we supposed to do? Walk?” You cocked a brow at your kidnapper making him roll his eyes “What else? C’mon, maybe we’ll get lucky and somebody’ll pick us up.” He waved a hand while the other grabbed ahold of one of your own. Unsure why you didn’t attempt to run, you let Arvin take your hand as you walked “And if someone doesn’t? Do you know where the next town is?” You huffed kicking a rock. “Nope.” Arvin chuckled at your despair.

  “What. What happened with Lenora?” You whispered, unsure of which side of Arvin you’d receive. A soft sigh beside you helped you put your nerves at ease. “Y’know how she used to go a-an’ sit with her momma?” Arvin raised a brow watching you nod. “Well, I left her there one day, an’ I guess, that bastard preacher saw his chance an’ took it.” Arvin’s voice wavered, this was your Arvin. “The baby you mentioned? You think...” You couldn’t help the way your lips pulled in disgust. “I don’t think, I know. Lenora wasn’t just wonderin’ around with anybody. All of a sudden she’s with this preacher is secret. She comes home sick as a dog one day. The next she’s- I-I found her in the sh-shed.” Arvin’s eyes widened “Hanging there. She was cold when I got her down.” He sniffled. “Police come round saying that she was pregnant, they figured it was some kinda incest. But it was that preacher. H-He even tried to talk me onto his side.” Arvin sighed shoving his free hand in his pocket. “Arvin I’m sorry.” You mumbled making him nod.

  Luckily for you both after some time, a car honked and pulled up to you both. “My goodness what’s a pair of kids like you doin’ all the way out here?” The large set man chuckled out. He looked to be a bit older than the blonde woman next to him, his hair slightly thinned, a crooked smile that blew smoke out while he spoke to Arvin. “Truck broke down a while back. Y’see my fiancé and I were wanting to find somewhere to start new y’know? Ain’t that right darlin’?” Arvin squeezed your hand. “Yep! Hoping to find a little land of our own.” You sputtered out making the blonde woman nod, the man you’d learn was her husband popped the car door open to let you and Arvin file in.

  “Thank you.” You hummed while Arvin instead stayed silent, hand remaining locked in yours. Something about them seemed off to him. The couple rambled about their own lives, photography, religion, how they’d met. To you they seemed like a nice couple on the search for a good photo opportunity. To Arvin, they seemed too close to himself, everything seeming calculated before being said, the small glances between the two before a detail was given. “I hope the two of you don’t mind but, my bladder ain’t what it used to be. we’ll just pull over, yeah just right down in here is fine.” The woman tensed in her seat, watching her husband closely as he got out of the car to take a leak.

  “Y/N. I need you to trust me here.” Arvin eyed the gentleman relieving himself, spotting the flash of a gun tucked below his belt. He nudged his head in his direction, dropping his own gun out in the seat for you. “A-Arvin? I can’t.” You shook your head matching Arvin’s whisper. Of course, he didn’t ask if you could, he made a silent demand. So you gripped the pistol in your hand, Arvin quickly popped his door open, snatching the mans gun from his hip. Your eyes tore away from Arvin at the sound of a gun cocking in front of you. Raising Arvin’s gun high matching the terrified woman you shook in your seat “I-I don’t wanna hurt you.” You clenched your jaw watching her finger flick down to her guns trigger. You had no choice. You did the same, pulling the trigger once clenching your eyes shut as two more shots had rung outside the car.

  You gasped letting your hand run along your body in search of a bullet wound. She hadn’t hit you? Now came the next problem, you sat face to face with a dead woman, just as scared as you. Why were you right to kill her? You weren’t. Arvin fumbled into the front seat, stopping to take a look at the woman hearing you hyperventilate in the backseat. “You’ve got to breathe Y/N.” Arvin called to you, snatching some money and a few other things from the car before joining you in the back seat. “I-I c-Can’t!” You cried still clutching the hot gun in your hand “I didn’t wanna Arvin! I-I thought she was gonna, gonna shoot me!” You sobbed, letting Arvin pull you out of the car. “We gotta get out of here and you gotta stop that.” His face gave away his own nerves, walking back up the road you’d come out of.

  You wiped your eyes looking down at the gun in your hand. You stopped in your tracks, eyes lifting slowly to Arvin who kept walking. Bringing the gun up you aim it towards him, Arvin Russell, a murderer, an old friend. Only hearing his own footsteps Arvin stopped with a laugh “I can’t carry you all the way doll, c’mon-” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of you. A soft breeze blew the loose hair around your face, your eyes leaked tears that read every emotion under the sun. How could he have forgotten about the gun? Arvin didn’t reach for the gun he’d stolen from his victim, he settled on taking steps toward you. “I’m not your doll.” You hissed through gritted teeth yet Arvin still came towards you. “Don’t come any closer! I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

  Arvin smiled at you, stepping in front of your gun. “Okay. Do it. I’m not sure where you think you’ll go, I’m all you’ve got.” He picked at his nails watching your mind crumble. “And you are my doll, sweet, naïve little puppet.” The gun in your hand weighing more than you could bear thud against the dirt road. He was right. A gentle kiss placed itself against your forehead, hands holding your jaw to tilt it so Arvin could look you in the eye. “It was us or them. N’from what I found, they weren’t no good neither.” He lifted the photo of a mangled man on a picnic blanket to you making you gasp and avert your eyes. “You ain’t tainted darlin’ you’re just surviving.” Arvin nussled his nose against your cheek making you shudder and nod. He wiped your tears like he had before, this time much more sincere, like your old Arvin might would.

  “We gotta get out of here.” You met Arvin’s gaze, not able to match his smile. “Atta girl!” He beamed, pulling you in for a kiss which you stood still for, but let him. Arvin picked your gun up off the ground and you were off, leaving the couple in the distance. The cool feeling of metal sliding up your finger made you glance over to Arvin confused. A ring, her ring. “Just as a place holder for now, for our story. I’ll get you one of your own later.” He looped his thicker fingers into yours. You should be horrified, but you’re not. In fact, you’re flattered. For the first time in you endeavor, you offered Arvin a smile.

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[allegra-writes]

"Bad together"

Prologue: Benjamin Reilly

Peter Parker x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none.

"And if I'm dead to you

Why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed"

My tears ricochet - Taylor Swift

"... It's a disaster! Look at her! It's like someone took a look at Black Cat, selected everything that made her sexy and then took it out!"

Black Cat. The name froze the young photographer on his tracks right outside his boss' office. He hadn't heard that name in a long time, the last sighting had been well over a year ago. He would know.  After all, it had been him, the very last person to have seen Felicia Hardy, alive or dead.

"What are you talking about? That looks hot af, not to mention badass!" Jade's persuasive voice reached his ears, making him smirk: It was no secret the chief editor had a soft spot for the young intern. And, on her part, the petite brunette was a firecracker. Poor old Jameson didn't stand a chance. "Come on, dad. Single handedly taking down three of the Kingpin's goons? That's impressive. It deserves to be one of the slides!" 

"Not if we don't get a higher quality picture. That blurry video is good enough for a thumbnail, but not for a slide" Slides were a big deal, they were the Dailybugle.net's equivalent of a front page, and if J. Jonah Jameson took something seriously, it was his web site. He prided himself in the quality of the "receipts" of his "tea", as if that validated the trashiness of the bullshit articles he posted, more fiction from hyper imaginative wannabe writers than serious work from real reporters. 

"Well, then let's get the pictures. Where is that star photographer of yours?" 

The photographer rolled his eyes, typical Jade. As if the queen of cool didn't know his name. As if she hadn't graced his bed a handful of times already. 

"That's a good question. Dolores, get me Reilly!"

"I'm here, Jonah" Ben finally stepped inside the office, throwing an envelope on Jameson's desk before throwing himself on a chair across it. He could feel Jade's eyes on him, almost like a physical caress, trailing from the long, slick back curls on the top of his head, to the muscles of his arms, threatening to rip open the seams at the sleeves of his white t-shirt, to his jean clad thighs. Still, he didn't turn to look at her, refusing to give her the satisfaction. 

"What do you have for me today, boy?"

Ben gesticulated vaguely with his head in the direction of Jade, and Jameson caught the hint. 

"Jade, out!" 

"But, dad, my story!" The petulant reply left her mouth before she could stop it, undoubtedly the product of years of habit. But she had the grace to look embarrassed and leave the office without another word, trying to save whatever professionalism she had left. 

Once she was gone, Jameson opened the envelope, flipping through the various pictures of a masked figure swinging around New York in a black and red suit. 

"Hmmm… these are good" the older man praised, staring at the images of a frustrated robbery at 5th avenue

Ben snifled nocomitically,

"There was a fire at 16th avenue happening at the same time" He offered, "we could use that. Spider-Man forgets his roots and leaves his old neighborhood to fend for itself, running off to save some pretty socialite…"

"Oh, that is excellent! See, this is why I like you, kid. You have initiative. Unlike these snowflakes out there. Oh, but Spider-Man is a hero. Hero, my ass"

"Well, when you watch your so called hero sit back and do nothing as your life gets destroyed" Ben shrugged, "the rose colored glasses tend to fall off…"

Jameson made a face at that,

"Yeah, about that… I'm sorry. For the role the Daily Bugle played on that…"

Ben shook his head, 

"You thought you were getting the truth out there. It's not your fault to have been played, along with half the world. Plus," he added, sounding genuinely enthusiastic, "you gave me this job. And now we can really tell the truth"

"Even when our idea of the truth is somehow different" The older man scoffed, flipping around a picture of Spider-Man sat on what appeared to be a hammock of his own webs, eating a hamburger and reading something that looked suspiciously like a comic book, "Still hung up on that high schooler theory of yours?"

"Well, if it talks like a brat and acts like a brat…" Ben took out another envelope, this time containing a few burger king wrappers and, effectively, a spider-man comic book. 

"Where did you even get these?"

"Harlem" was Ben's curt reply, and Jameson knew that was as exact a location as he was going to get. 

"So you still believe this is a copycat? Some kid playing dress up"

Ben simply shrugged again. 

"Well, there seems to be an epidemic of those lately" Jameson admitted, indicating Ben to come closer, passing a tablet to him, "Jade just handled me this, take a look"

Ben took a deep breath, steeling himself, already knowing what he was going to see in it. Yet, a part of him couldn't help but hope to be wrong. To hope the silver haired figure facing three much bigger, stronger looking ones as he pressed play, wasn't the same one he had spent weeks memorizing last summer. Wasn't the body he had found solace in, when everything fell apart, once again, for the hundredth time in his life. 

To hope it wasn't you. 

But when in his twenty-two or so years of existence, had things ever gone his way? 

Ben felt the screen crack under his fingertips.

"I've heard of her" he lied through his teeth, "didn't even think she was real, to be honest. Extremely elusive, and cunning." That much was true, "I don't understand how something as mundane as a security camera managed to catch her…" 

Unless you wanted to be caught, that was. 

"Well, I don't care if she's the fucking Loch Ness monster, I want an HD picture of her on my desk tomorrow to go with Jade's article. I already have a headline: New Catastrophe Jen wreaks havoc on Hell's Kitchen" Jameson's eyes lit up with glee as he weaved his hands up in the air, like writing on an invisible marquee. 

Ben snorted

"Don't you mean Calamity Jane?"

Jameson's face fell, the color rising to his cheeks, characteristic vein popping on his forehead. 

"I meant what I meant, boy! Now, what are you still doing here? You have 24 hours to get me that picture"

"I'm going to need 72," came Ben's unphased reply, "and I want twice what you pay me for the spidey pics"

Jameson's vein looked about ready to explode,

"48 hours. And deal."

Ben jumped from his seat and bolted out of the office before his boss could change his mind, not realizing until it was too late that he was on a collision course with a sweet looking short haired blonde girl. 

"Watch where you're going! Jeez!"

"Me? You're the one who crashed against me!" 

Ben rolled his eyes, but crouched next to the girl anyway, helping her gather the papers that had been sent flying on impact back together.

"Peter? Oh my god, is that you?"

Of course. What an idiot, he should had recognized that annoying, shrilly voice the second he heard it. It had caught him off guard, something he knew he couldn't afford. But how could he had ever imagine he could run into Betty fucking Brant, Yale cum laude, in the freaking dailybugle.net headquarters of all places?

"Sorry, sweetheart. You must confuse me with someone else…" He mumbled, lowering his head even more in a vain attempt to hide his face.

"Of course not!" She insisted, "You're Peter, Peter Parker, we went to Midtown together!"

"Miss, I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"Don't be silly, Peter!" She chuckled, completely deft to his tone or the way his whole demeanor had changed the second she had called him by the old name. "How have you been? Oh, just wait until I tell Ned, he's going to be so-"

CRACK.

At last, the tablet that had been in peril ever since Jameson had put it in Ben's hands, the one that contained his assignment, met its demise, both broken halves falling to the ground, along with all the papers he had picked up for Betty. It was several moments before he could get the shaking of his hands under control, before the tar black rage inside him subsided enough for him to be able to move without shifting. But it had.

"Peter Parker is dead." He deadpanned, dark brown eyes finally meeting Betty's stunned blue ones, "Tell Ned that, he'll probably be glad to hear it"

With that, he stood up and walked away, leaving a confused and agitated Betty behind. 

To be continued...

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[xsapphirescrollsx]

Dark!Arvin Russell Short Story 1

Written: circa early 2020

Pairing: Black Female Reader x dark!Arvin Russell

valkryienymph asked:

Arvin russel headcannon

Sweet lovely waitress. Kind eyes, soft skin.

How was he to know you would get so worked up? Fate, God, whoever decides the path of man, told him you would be perfect for him. Ya, he knew it in his gut like he knew the sun would rise the next day.

A nice looking girl for sure. In all his travels, he hadn’t seen a more beautiful woman. Even prettier with your skirt hiked up around your thighs.

Arvin fiddles with your folds after he rolls your off white panties to the side.

“I don’t feel too good,” you huff out.

Arvin leans across the seat of his truck, presses his face nearer to your ear.

“Now you be still darlin’“ he whispers in your ear. “Do what I say and nothing bad will happen to ya.”

He can hear you swallow. He thinks about the stories from the guys on the road, their tales of a women and how their throats are wet and tight.

But he pushes the thought away. No, he wants what you have between your legs.

You clap them shut tight on his hand, you push at his chest.

“You son of bitch!” you hiss and shake. It gives him pause, he wonders how much fight you got in you.

“What you ain’t never been with a man?”

He chances another kiss, you swipe away and he brings the hand from between your legs and holds your jaw.

He smears your wetness across your bottom lip before crushing his lips on to yours.

“Taste how much you want it?”

Like a fighting cat you swat at him but it doesn’t do any good.

“Now I told you I would give this here ride home. But-”

Arvin’s tight mouth shifted into a grin in the dark of the cab.

“You gotta treat me nice. You hear me?”

You didn’t move much after that, and only when he forced it. He pulled you by the legs, made you lay flat on the old worn out seat. He nestled his hips right between them, shoved up your dressed and pulled off your panties.

Not taking his eyes off you, Arvin removed his cap, swept a hand threw his brown strands before unbuckling his belt. Your sniffling did little to make him feel sorry for your plight. He unzipped his jeans, brought out his cock, rubbed it a bit while he slid a flinger up and down your wet slit.

“Be nice now,” he said softly and laid on top of you.

Arvin pushed inside, he held your breasts over the top of your uniform and thrusted hard.

“That’s it honey.”

He pumped harder, licked your lips. “I can tell it’s hurtin’ you something bad.” And he thumped harder. “Tight little hole for me, huh?”

He held on to you, hunched over your body, his hips smacking against the backs of your thighs and ass.

“I’m gunna finish in it.”

You shook your head and brought your hands back to his chest and tried to push him off.

Arvin leaned in harder, pressing his weight on to your tits, holding you down as you tried to wiggled your hips away.

That seemed to urge him on. Arvin tossed his head back, groaned loud as he came inside you.

And he stayed there for a minute, to you it felt like ages. His heavy breathing began to level out as he swayed a bit in the dark.

“Now,” he whispered roughly. “Don’t go tellin’ people you got yourself in trouble.”

He pulled out from your body. Fixed his pants as you shifted away from him correcting your own clothing.

Arvin sat back down behind the wheel and turned to look at your wide eyes.

“I’m gunna be in town.”

When you didn’t say anything he reached over the back of the seat and grabbed the side of your head.

“You hear me? I’m gunna be here.” He let go and caressed your temple. “I’m gunna make a home for us. Don’t you worry.”

#dark!Arvin Russell #black!reader

[ola-elaina]

TROUBLE

Summary: arvin and y/n getting in trouble

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Arvin Russell x fem!reader

Warning: violence and angst. fluff if you squint hard enough.

Panic rose in your chest as three familiar boys blocked your way. The alleyway was dangerous. A lot of unspoken shady things happen in this alley. Arvin has warned you multiple times never to take this shortcut. But it was the fastest way to get home.

You took this path without Arvin’s knowledge a couple times the past week. He’d be furious if he knew. However, after the fourth time you passed through, nothing happened so you felt a bit assured the fifth time.

Unfortunately, today you had to walk home an hour late than you usually do because the church needed some extra help.

You bowed your head, trying to pass the three boys huddled at one side of the alley. Taking your steps quietly as possible. Crossing your fingers in your chest, hoping they will let you walk by in peace.

“Who do we have here?” 

Michael, the guy in the black jacket stepped in front of you making you halt in your tracks. You looked up, hugging your shoulder bag to your chest.

“Oh. If it isn’t Russell’s sweet Y/N. Why are you alone, huh?” He scoffed. 

“Where’s Russell?” Mark, the jaded-looking guy interjected. 

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, bowing it down. “I--I’m just passing through.”

“What if we don’t let you?”

“P—Please, I—I need to go home.” You pleaded, voice small.

“Awww, already? Why don’t you stay for a while?” The tallest guy remarked, obscenity in his tone.

Your grip on your bag tightens. Fear quickly crept up on your chest as you took a step back. Your knees felt like they were going to buckle with how shaky they were. You jumped on your feet, turning around when you felt your back collide with someone’s chest.

Arvin.

“Ah! Russell, here you are.”

Arvin grabbed your wrist, hiding you behind his back. “Leave her alone.” He growled.

“Easy there, tiger. We just wanted to have some fun.”

Arvin only scowled.

“So greedy, Russell. Didn’t your mother teach you how to share?”

You couldn’t see his face but his grip on your wrist was enough to tell the anger boiling inside him. He shook his head, pushing away the three boys in front of him while he clasped his hand with yours — pulling you with him.

“What so special about that girl, Arvin?”

You heard a scoff.

“She’s nothing but a pet, anyway.” Owen added followed by chuckles from his friends. 

Taken aback by him suddenly turning and letting your hand go. You yelled out, “Arvin!” His fist hitting Owen’s face.

When Owen hit the ground, he spitted blood as he threw daggers at Arvin. Mark and Michael were quick to reciprocate the punch, throwing Arvin on the ground, holding both of his arms. 

Once Owen got back to his feet, his fist landed with Arvin’s cheek. Followed by another on the other side. Then again. And again. And again. The two holding his arms laughed as Owen threw his punches. 

You immediately dropped your bag, crying. “Stop!” You pull on Owen’s jacket as an attempt to stop him from beating up your friend. But he shoved you away with his arm causing you to drop on the pavement.

Scrambling back to your knees, you reached for your bag and threw it at the back of his head, making it snap back towards your direction. 

Owen’s eyes widened with anger, he smirked. 

“Get away from her!” Arvin screamed, using all his might to get out of Mark and Michael’s hold but they overpowered him.

Still seated on the pavement, you backed away until your back hit the wall. Owen, who was standing tall in front of you, knelt down. A mocking expression on his face before glancing back at Arvin.

“Who knew Y/N could be feisty, huh?” He placed his index finger on your chin, lifting it up aggressively. He eyed your figure up and down. “I’m curious what more this girl has to offer...” He trailed.

Without thinking about it, you kicked up your bent leg as hard as you could, hitting him in the groin. Both of his knees now on the ground as he groaned. 

“Y/N, run!” 

Your shaky figure tried to get back up as fast as you could but before you could take a step, Owen grabbed your waist — making you fall on his lap. You screamed, your shrill echoing in the alley. He faced you towards Arvin’s direction — his face fuming red, blood trickling down the side of his lips — as Owen grabbed your face hard in his hand.

“Let’s see what else your pet can do.” Michael chimed in. “What do you say Arvin?”

“Hmmm.” Owen hummed, guiding your face closer to his. Your lower lip wobbled with fear. He was gripping on you so hard, you knew your waist would bruise. Forcefully, he yanked your hair back giving him more access to your neck. 

“You son of a bitch!” Arvin screamed as he kept on squirming for them to let him go.

You cried out loud, your chest heaving as you felt the intense panic creep in. Owen laughed, glancing at Arvin for a second then turned to you once more.

But before he could do anything, the sound of a car door closing resonated — catching all your attention.

It was Sheriff Bodecker.

“Hey!” He yelled.

Mark and Michael let go of Arvin the same time Owen pushed you down on the ground. They ran away even before Sheriff Bodecker could come close to where you were.

You quickly grabbed your things and crawled your way to Arvin, cupping his cheeks in your hand. His hands covering yours. “Arvin...” You whispered against his lips, wiping off the blood on his face.

“You kids should go home.” Bodecker stated. “Avoid the alley!” 

Arvin nodded once, taking your bag from you and dragged you away from the Sheriff’s earshot.

Once you were far away enough, he pinned you against the wall. His left forearm, resting beside your head, just above it.

This time you got to take a good look at him. His expression was dark. Chest rising up and down fast as his glaring eyes darted at your face, not meeting your eyes.

He stayed silent as he screwed his eyes shut. You knew he was trying to calm himself down, regulating his breathing, clearing his head.

You reached for his right hand that was placed on his hip but you were surprised when he took his hand away and slammed it a few inches away from your face, making you flinch. Both of his hands now at the sides of your head.

“I told you to stay away from the alley, Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you?!” His voice boomed.

The frightened look on your face instantly made Arvin’s soften. He bowed his head for a second as he exhaled. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, voice now softer.

You bobbed your head.

He raised his head to meet your eyes but not before catching the dark hue forming on your shoulder. His gaze focused on your skin — his hand gently slid down the sleeve of your top revealing a fresh reddish-purple bruise.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Are you okay?” He repeated.

“Arvin, I said I’m fine. You don’t have to wo—“

“Your Papa did this to you?” 

You nodded weakly, turning your eyes from him. “It was an accident—“ You quickly defended.

Last night, your father went home drunk and angry. You followed a few minutes after. Losing track of time after you and Arvin volunteered at the community center.  All his anger poured out on you without having to know the reason.

He was always mad, always furious about something. Had thrown hurtful words every night then apologize in the morning. It was a cycle that unfortunately you were now used to.

After your parents separated and your mother left you with your Papa, his drinking has become even worse. A few days ago he lost his job and the frustration was really getting to him.

You tried so hard to understand. A few months after your mother left, he only poured it out on you verbally but sad to say it was not enough, recently he took a few hits.

That’s the reason you desperately wanted to go home as soon as you can. You have been avoiding Arvin all day because you didn’t want to bring it up. Your Papa always tells you to stop hanging around him but you couldn’t. 

You did not want to.

“An accident?”

You nodded, afraid to say anything.

“That kept happening every night?”

“He was drunk. He did not mean it.” 

“Even so! He has no right to hit you!”

Anger flashed in Arvin’s eyes once again. His jaw clenched as he stared at your face. He was staring so hard he could put a hole on your face. Despite your situation, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Run away with me.”

“What?” 

“Run away with me.”

You boldly raised a hand to his face, grazing your thumb lightly on his swollen lip. He sighed, quickly taking your hands in his and lunged towards you.

His lips colliding hard against yours, hands cupping your cheeks. His kisses were thirsty as if he was deprived of water for days. You could taste the mixture of mint and blood in your mouth. The fire in your cheeks intensified when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip. 

You couldn’t help but return the kiss.

When Arvin pulled away for some air, he huffed. “God, I’m so mad. I hate this fucking town.”  Frustration laced in his voice. “ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ask you that. And I shouldn’t have kissed yo—“ 

But before he could finish, you grabbed his collar — letting your lips mash once again. Your kisses were much delicate than his but the way your lips softly brushed against his over and over again did something to Arvin. He couldn’t help but press you against the brick wall. His hands carefully gripping on your waist as he felt his head spin. Like he is getting drunk from your kisses.

“Let’s get that fixed, huh?” You panted, referring to his busted lip. Both of your faces not even half an inch apart. Your eyelashes flutter against each other. “We’ll talk about your proposal later.”

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 A/N: thanks for reading! i don’t even know where i was going with this but the idea has been on my mind all day. hope you enjoyed! <3

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Help wanted

Summery: Boarding house with the occasional unwanted tenant.

Note: I don’t think Arvin is dark in this, but it might be for other people.

Warning: non-con/dub con, dark theme, choking, slight spanking, cream pie

Grey Arvin Russell x Reader; Dark Lee Bodecker x Reader

🛎

The bell rung on the door of your boarding house. Drying your hands with a dish rag you got yourself ready to meet whoever it was coming through the door. When you crossed through the archway you were shocked still.

He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his clothes looked all greased up, the hat that hid a thick tuft of hair peaked out looked like it had seen better days.

His type weren't known for being on this side of town so you figured he was either new to town or looking for someone.

You welcomed him with a soft smile and gave your name.

"How can I help you today sir?"

"Hello Ma'am." He said politely, tipping his hat slightly at you. His thick country twang confirming the former. "I saw the help wanted sign out side. Y'all still hiring?"

"Um..Y-yeah... I need a handy man, job includes free room, and board, but I won't just hire anybody though. There is a washer in the basement, if you fix one of them the jobs yours."

🛎

Waddling to the basement with your Daddy's old toolbox, the heavy rusty thing knocked at your knees each step. He jogged over to you, taking the kit from your grasp and you thank him for it.

"The left one broke down a month ago and the other I'm guessing couldn't handle the over use. Dryers work just fine though."

Before he could reply you heard the door bell ring again. You excused yourself and left him to work.

"I'm coming, just a minute!" You shout down the hall as you hurried.

🛎

"Sorry it took so long."

"Saul right Ma'am" he said rising from the floor. You watched from the door as he twisted a dial. The hum of the machine filled the growing awkward silence.

"Well aren't you something! I guess that means your hired."

He lifted his hat to smooth back stray strands of hair, his shy smile hid as he looked down to the floor.

🛎

"Your room's on the third floor. Has a bed and a little sitting place. It's really small just enough room to lay your head really." The sound of foot-steps coming down the stairs halted you. Your eyes watch their back disappear into the night, until he cleared his throat bringing your attention back.

"That'll do just fine Ma'am." Something about his southern accent made your heart flutter. He picked up his duffel, throwing the strap over his shoulder as you dug out your ledger.

"Just down there is the supper table. I cook breakfast and dinner. You can eat in your room if you like, a lot of them do."  You explained as you watch him sign the book. Arvin Russell it read.

He adjusted his strap as you talked, his deep brown eyes made it hard for you to keep his gaze, making you fidget nervously in place. "Most folks are gone during the day so I don't make lunch, but if you like no problem just give me a holler. Bath rooms are at the end of each hall."

Digging in your desk you find the master keys and a list of things that needed to be fixed. His fingers grazed yours lightly in the transfer, Arvin's touch sent a ripple of heat up to your face. He flipped through the wrinkled papers, scanning over the chores with a wrinkled brow.

"S-sorry to put so much on you, but when my daddy got sick things got out of hand and I never been one for fixing things."

"No problem Ma'am."

🛎

During the day you kept busy. Scrubbing windows and mopping the halls of each floor. Arvin crossed paths with you on occasion. Gently brushing past you with his tools as he headed to his next assignment.

The door to Odis', one of the tents, room was left wide open when you walked by. Curious you glanced in, catching sight of Arvin lifting his shirt. Your legs stop moving as you watched him wipe away beads of sweat from his brow with the hem. You couldn't stop yourself from ogling his well toned exposed stomach.

The clanking of the dust pan hitting the floor caught his attention. Your face burn with embarrassment when he found you standing outside the room. Panicked you quickly picked up the pan and rushed off to the ground floor.

🛎

You heard Arvin call your name. "Yeah?" You replied weakly still embarrassed.

*Relax he isn't thinking about you. Probably just thinks your a clumsy dits.

He came halfway down the stairs, looking down at you from the banister. "You got a minute? I need a little help" he asked politely.

"Oh sure... Uh sure" you reply looking up at him. Arvin abandoned his cap, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, curling from sweat. More sweat pooled on his shirt, the dampness helped stick the fabric to his lean figure.

Following him up the stairs he led you to a room on the third floor. In the corner of the room there was a large metal pipe leaning against the wall.

You watched as Arvin lifted the heavy pipe, angling it vertically in position.

"Can you hold this?" he called over his shoulder.

Walking over you grabbed it and Arvin moved to get behind you. He took your hands and placed them along the pipe as you steadied yourself to hold it still while it slightly wobbled.

"OK hold still just like that." He bent over beside you, digging into the tool box that rested on the floor. When he rose, Arvin stayed close behind you. You could feel the heat coming off him, he smelled like sweat and after shave. Your hands felt sweaty as you felt rattled a bit by his closeness.

The pipe shifted a bit, you tried nudging it slightly, but couldn't get it back in place.

"Stay steady" his breath tickled your ear, you gasped making him chuckle lightly. "Just like that" he moved the pipe back into place, pushing into your butt when he stepped closer. "Just hold right... here." He placed a hand on your hip and you tensed. His fingers lightly squeezed your softness. You had to fight hard to bring your mind out of the gutter, he just needed your help, nothing more, the spot between your thighs thought otherwise.

With his arms raised above you, Arvin tightened the nuts to secure the metal tube. You swallowed thickly when you heard him grunt as he forced the wrench to move. Looking over to your right you spied his exposed arms. His muscle flexing as he moved.

"Almost done" he said to you, pushing you almost flush to the steel, bumping you gently with each twist of the wrench. You only nod, unable to conjure words to speak properly. Through the cheap fabric of your dress you felt something hard poke at you through his jeans.

*Stomp it now get your mind out of the gutter.

You don't know what had gotten into you lately. First staring at him like a creeper now thinking about his manhood. Maybe its about time you started going back to church you thought to yourself. Cause right now it felt like the devil was leading you to temptation.

When Arvin stepped back you had to choke down a whimper from the loss of his feel. Pressing your lips together you prayed he aint hear you.

Tapping a hand on your shoulder you turn to look at him. "All done." He smiled at you, your hands release the pipe and you backed away.

"Thanks Ma'am."

"You're welcome Arvin" You smiled shyly then rushed off back to your desk.

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No matter how hard your days were the nights were by far the worst. Lying in bed you felt the mattress dip. The fear of the impending figure behind you prickled your skin.

Your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to force yourself to sleep. Holding your breath in a dumb attempt to force yourself to pass out. The blanket covering you pulled away and you felt water fall from your closed eyes.

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Propping your head on your hands you leaned on your desk. Your eyes drooped as you zoned out, looking into space.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin startled you as he walked down the stairs.

"I couldn't sleep." You stand up and stretch, yawning a bit. He walked closer to your desk, dressed in his work pants shirt.

"Try some warm milk. Used to help me." He passed by your desk, walking down the hall with tool kit in had to the washers. The old machines acting up again since last time he fixed them.

"Oh Arvin" you shouted at him before he passed through the door. "Um.. can I add something to your list. No worries if you can't get it done today, but I would much appreciate it if you could."

Placing the box down by the laundry door he walked back over, digging the sheet from his back pocket. You grabbed a pen hopeful it was a task he wouldn't mind sorting right away.

"If you can't fix the lock today no problem. I will just go sleep in the attic." You spoke casually as he slipped you the paper to write on. He read over your assignment and you watched as his lips made a hard line.

"I locked myself out of my room, didn't want to wake you to get the spare, sorry. Now I done made more work for you" you laughed, but their was no humor in it. His features softened and you hoped he wouldn't press the issue.

Pushing the paper back to him, you bid him a due and turn to face away to pretend to make a call. When you heard him walk away you let out a breath.

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Arvin was a saint among men. You don't know where he found the money, but he added a chain lock to your door. You smiled at the shiny gold. Sliding on the chain and the bottom lock you prepared for bed.

Laying in bed the thought of the extra lock helped sooth your nerve as you slipped into sleep.

You felt an uncomfortable lump at your back rousing you awake. Your eyes shot open and a hand covered your mouth before you could scream out.

"You think your smart, putting that chain on that door" the beer on his breath hit your nose. Your tears soaked his hand as he held you.

You shake your head 'no' repeatedly in reply. He was still dressed in his work clothes as he laid next to you. The sound of his belt jingling made the tears fall harder.

"I told your daddy I would look out for you. How am I gonna do that if you lock the door?"

Lee, a local cop, only came around when his wife was either on the mends or she just flat out kicked him out. Your father had offered the man a free bed whenever he needed. His way of thanking him for keeping the neighborhood safe.

Lee pushed up your night gown and tsked when he felt your panties. The hand on your mouth slipped down your neck and you blubbered out your apologizes. He hated panties, too much work he called it. "What I told you about these?" he grumbled, forcing the fabric down.

"I-i'm sorry I thought my monthlies were coming on." You sniffed. You tried hard not to cry, you just hopped he would squeeze hard enough to make you pass out.

You heard him spit in his hand, he bumped into your back as he lubed himself up. You yelped when he smacked your ass hard, the sudden sting of pain loosening your locked legs.

"Yea you said that last week. I aint forget girl." He shoved himself inside after he found your opening. "Fucking bitch. I run the house gawd damn it!" Lee was mad at his wife agin. What ever his spite with her, you were paying for it. "Not gonna tell me what to do. Fucking bitch." He growled, panting heavily as he pumped.

You jolted with each thrust, no matter how many times Lee did it, it never got easier.

"Please." You panted desperately. "Please don't come in me" you choked out, his hand tightening his grip around your throat. You had been lucky so far, but you knew it was only a matter of time before your luck ran out.

Lee didn't like back talk, this was his show and you were just here for the ride. Pushing you completely flat you grip the fabric of the sheets. Lifting your ass as he rose to his knees he fucked into you harder. You cried out unable to adjust to his lengthen. He chuckled darkly at your pain, slamming into you repeatedly with a punishing rhythm.

He cursed your name. Reminded you of your place as he came deep in you. His seed filling your cunt as you pressed your head into the mattress and cried.

He slipped out of the bed. His pants once again jingling as he fixed himself up and headed out the door.

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It was that time of the month again.

Whenever he shouted he spit. It was disgusting. You had given him chance after chance, but he used them all. "I'm sorry Tommy if you don't have the rent by Thursday you are going to have to leave."

"Fuck you bitch you let that boy stay here rent free!"  He shouted. Trying to make sure tent knew.

"He works here. He earns he keep."

"Then let me earn mine? or give me another week." He barked. His tone more of a demand than a request.

Sighing you hung your head low. Rubbing your temple with one hand you hugged your stomach with the other. First of the month was the worst. Tents ducked and dodged. Begged and pleaded or straight up demand just to not pay rent.

"Next Friday Tommy... That's the last time you hear me." You try to sound strong, but you knew he didn't give a shit as long as he won. "If you aint got it then, then I'm changing the locks and putting your stuff on the street."

He slammed his door in your face and you turned on your heels headed to the next delinquent.

"You alright Ma'am?" Straight ahead, Arvin poked out from the bathroom. You had to fight yourself from looking down at his lower half. In your peripheral you could see he was just in a towel that hung around his waist.

His wet hair seemed to curl under the towel on his head. Strands sticking to his forehead, his face still damp from the shower.

"Umm yeah. Uh just rents due and folks get a little uppity around this time of the month." You dry chuckle turning your eyes up at the ceiling. Fighting yourself from venturing further.

You couldn't tell if it was the steam that came from the bathroom or you. Whenever he was close, your body would react. The heat would turn up making you sweat.

"Well alright then. You have a good night Ma'am."

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*Bang Bang Bang

"Tommy!" You bang again. "Tommy! I will give you to the count of three. If you don't open this door and pay up. I am coming in and kicking you out!" You huffed tapping a foot.

"Ma'am?"

"Morning Arvin. Sorry did I wake you?"

"No was working down the hall."

"Tommy, skipped out on rent I think." Taking a deep breath you lifted your master key ring and unlocked the door. When you peered inside the room was a mess, no sign of Tommy.

Arvin followed you in side, with a hand on your hip you groaned. The amount of clean up you would have to do to ready it for a new tenant would take all day.

"Arvin can you change the lock on the door. I hate doing this, but I gotta kick him out"

"Sure thing ma'am"

As you turn to leave you over at Arvin who was still assessing the damage to the room. "Oh and can you possibly stay close. If he comes around I might need your help."

Arvin only nodded in response as you took your leave.

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Tommy didn't come back that day or the next. Putting up a sign you thought that you could clean up the room a bit, before the weekend. With the storm you figured not to many people would be coming around anyway.

Taking up a few boxes you get to tossing. One box you would keep in the addict. Somethings were just to hard to throw away sometimes, but a good chunk would go.

Thunder bashed down filling the room with a blinding white light. You yelped loudly bringing the sound of feet rushing down your way.

"You alright Ma'am?" Arvin looked in the room worried.

"Sorry Arvin, it’s just the storm. Lightening makes me a bit skittish sorry." You apologize as you get back to clearing the room.

"Well I am finished with my list for today, would you mind if I trouble you for some company?"

"U-um sure" you tried to fight off the smile.

His lips curled as he walked in the room. The instant he crossed the door frame you heard shouting coming from down stairs. When the voice made itself more clear you frowned.

"Oh uh sorry.. I need to tend to that" you say softly. With your head low you walked past him.

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Lee was wet and agitated. "Fucking bitch had the nerve to accuse me of drinking again." He spat while you sat waiting on the bed. "I aint touch a drop today" he said smugly.

You looked at your feet as he undressed in front of you. The sound of a siren blared loudly from out side, Lee turned and squinted at the sound. "Shit!" He stopped undressing and ran out.

Getting up from the bed you grabbed your robe and peered out the hall. The front door was open and Lee wasn't there. The rain still coming down hard, blew in through the open door so you walked bare foot to close it and see if he had really gone. His car was gone that was for sure and as you looked into the rain it seemed he had disappeared too. You exhaled in relief, backed away and closed the entrance.

"Ma'am?" Arvin called to you out of breath.

"Shit!" You gasped, turning to face him. Your heart bashed in your chest as you stared at him crazily. He was soaked to the bone. "Your gonna catch a cold walking around like that" you scolded tightening your robe.

"Do you have any clean towels?" You asked, but you turn back to look at the door. Hoping that Lee wouldn't suddenly comeback.

"I think so.. I know I need to do laundry, not too good at it so I've been holding it off."

"Well, I don't normally do this, but if you like I can mix yours with mine. I don't have enough clothes to justify using all that water anyway."you shrugged.

"I don't want to put you out" he stepped closer to you. "The way his clothes clung to him you had to try hard not to stare.

"N-no trouble. Um wait here I'll give you a towel just in case." You leave him and head back into your room. Digging in your cabinet for the towels. When you turned around again Arvin stood in your living room, looking around your meager abode. "I know it aint much, but at least I got my own bathroom" you chuckled.

When he stepped closer and you had to hold yourself together. Arvin dragged his teeth over his bottom lip while his eyes fell to the opening in your rope.

"S-sorry" your face felt on fire, embarrassed you looked down to your feet. You held out the towel and closed the robe with the other. Arvin’s hand lifted your chin and your eyes went wild.

His lips felt so soft. You just wanted to kiss them all day. Arvin's arms wrapped around your waist and you wanted to melt into him.

Arvin turned you around and backed you up until you both fell backwards onto the bed. Arvin rested comfortably between your thighs while his manhood pressed on your mound. You didn’t know if it were his jeans or your nature making you go wet, but either way you welcomed it.

You gasped when he sucked on your neck, kissing the spot after pulling off. Arvin ground his hips into you making the warmth between your legs soak with desperation.

Holding himself above you, you forced yourself to finally look back at him without shying away. He smirked down at you as he peeled off his top, the wet garment hit the floor hard. His muscles moved and tightened as he freed his shaft. Biting your bottom lips you hummed when he rubbed the tip hard against your slit then lining himself up. Arvin pressed his weight down as he pushed inside slowly. You moaned his name at his fullness. The bed frame squeaked as he rocked.

Kissing you again swallowing your moans, you wrap your legs around his back urging him deeper. Ever the gentleman he obliged.

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*Bang Bang Bang

The furious jiggling and banging was most definitely Lee. You were surprised he hadn't popped the lock as usual, but it was only a matter of time before he got through.

Arvin must not have noticed so you slapped his chest. Pushing him off, but he wouldn't stop. Instead kissing you again as you tried to speak.

"Arvin please, that's Lee... he's.. cop" you spoke on his lips, but your words meant nothing.

Arvin's eye were darkened with lust. You tried to spin away, but he hooked your legs keeping you there, fucking you with his slow pace. He was splitting your mind in two. You wanted to cum so desperately, but your reason told you that Lee wouldn't take kindly to this.

Arvin continued to rock into you as Lee screamed at the door.  Your back arched when Arvin took your nipple in his mouth.

"That's it. That's my girl. Come for me." He mumbled over your nipple. Licking the areola and sucking it again, you came around him, squeezing his cock making him hum with approval.

The banging on your bedroom wall brought your high down fast. "I will shoot through this gawd damn wall if you don't let me in!" Lee threatened. You looked at Arvin with panic in your eye. Arvin kissed you gently again as Lee screamed on. You were terrified, you hoped you could explain Arvin's presence away as a maintenance emergency, but before you could properly forma a though he pulled up his pants as you fixed yourself. Arvin didn't stop or look back as you called out to him. Paying you no mind as he opened the door and walked out.

The sound in the hall was so loud you thought lightening had broke through the roof. You rushed out of your room and found Lee out cold, with a pool growing around his perimeter. You looked at Arvin, the young man unconcerned as he began dragging the cop into your room by his feet.

"Get a bucket and a mop" he commanded, the pistol tucked deep in his pants. Without a word you followed his orders.

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[asonofpeter]

Hi I would love to make a request for Arvin Russell! The reader is new in town and starts working at a cafe where eventually she will meet Arvin. He begins to notice her everywhere since it’s a small town (the store, Church etc.), they become good friends, and eventually starts offering to give her rides home from work when he learns she doesn’t have a car. One night in his car he tries to kiss her but his hat hits her forehead and he gets all embarrassed and flustered, but the reader who is laughing their ass off just takes his hat off and grabs his face and kisses him. 🥰

Coffee and Kisses 

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader 

Summary: Arvin likes you, but sometimes his hat gets in the way. 

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 649

A/N: This was cute! I hope you like it! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

“What can I get for you today?” you held the pad and pen out in front of you, ready to take down the young man’s order. 

“Just a coffee, sweetheart,” he smiled at you, the nickname making your heart flutter. 

“Long day?” you asked, grabbing the pot and pouring some of the black liquid into his cup. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” he laughed. 

“Well, I’ll be here if you need anything else,” you tapped the counter before making your way to your next customer. 

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And that’s how you and Arvin became friends, you had just moved into Knockensmiff and were lucky enough to get a job right away at the diner. On your third day there, you met Arvin and since that day he has been coming in at the same time and got the same thing; coffee. 

He was easy to talk to too, you two talked about anything and everything. Why you moved here, what college you’re planning on attending next fall, how you got the job; most of it was small talk, but you enjoyed it. He even waited until you got off your shift.

Arvin was enamored by you, he always looked forward to going to the diner after his shift. Even in the small town, he seemed to never spot you elsewhere, that was until he went to church with Lenora and his grandma that he realized you go every week with your parents, regardless if you believe or not. And from that Sunday he started spotting you in school and just randomly around town too. 

He figures he hasn’t recognized you because you always had your hair up and your clothes were covered in stains from the diner, although he thought you were absolutely beautiful that way too. And once he noticed you around town and even spoke to you outside of work, he found out you didn’t have a car.

“I like walkin,” you shrugged. “I don’t mind it,” you simply stated, but that didn’t go well with Arvin, so he offered to drive you home after every shift. 

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“Thanks again for the ride, Arvin,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek like you do every night. 

“Wait, Y/N,” he stopped you before you got out of the car. 

“Yes?” you sat back in the seat, watching him as he leaned towards you, cupping your face with his soft hand, you knew where he was going with this and you licked your lips as you awaited a kiss. But all you felt was a thump to your forehead. 

“Ow,” you winced, the hard material of his cap hitting you. 

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Arvin made some distance between the two of you, his hands flying to his head. “I should’ve asked, I-” he kept rambling, his cheeks becoming red even in the darkness of his car. “We could just forget this ever happened,” he breathed out, not looking you in the eye, waiting for you to get out of the car. 

What he wasn’t expecting was the feeling of your hand on his cheek and your other grabbing his cap and throwing it to the side before you grabbed his face and you pressed your lips against his. 

It was short and sweet, your lips molding together when he finally kissed back, you smirked when you tasted coffee and cigarettes in the kiss, the pair slightly comforting. He opened his eyes in shock when you pulled back, a shit eating grin on your face. 

“You’re so cute and funny, Arvin,” you laughed. 

“I-I,” he cleared his throat, not understanding what just happened. 

“Good night, Arvin,” you smiled, pressing another surprising kiss to his lips, this time a little longer and you even bit his lip a tad bit. And just like that, you were back into your house, leaving a very shocked and flustered Arvin. 

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[tommydarlings]

Don´t fucking touch her

pairing: Arvin Russel x reader 

warnings: mentions of rape!!!, violence, one swear word

w/c: 0.5k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: y/n´s worst nightmare comes true, but fortunately a young and attractive boy is here to save her.

masterlist

It was a normal Saturday until the probably worst possible thing that can happen to a girl happend to you.

You were just on your way home from your grandparents grave when you begann to feeling followed by someone. You looked behind you, but there was no one. Okay, it was pretty dark already but you could have still seen the Silhouette, right? You already heard about stories where young girls in your age got kidnapped and probably even raped from disgusting and sex addicted men.

It´s really sad what some men do just to have their fun, i mean, are they not able to jerk off or something? Is it so hard to not touch a women? To not give her a past trauma that she will always remeber? I never understood the reason behind all of this.

„Don´t think about, everythink will be fine and nothing will happen“ i told myself as i walked the way to mine and my parents house.

Suddenly something pulled on your hair and dragged you into a little alley. 2 strong arms took your hands and pinned each one next to your head. When you look up you saw a man in his 50´s with a smirk painted on his lips.

„You are really pretty princess, how about we do something funny“ he whisperd. „Please, let me go“ i whisperd back as tears started to build up in my eyes. „But it would be a shame to waste all of this, right?“ he told me as he moved his hands up and down my hips and at the curves of my ass. I had the chance to run, but i just stood there infront of an pervert completely frozen.  I wore a leggings, jacket, and under the jacket a white blouse with black buttons on it. The tears started to run down my cheeks as he opened my jacket with his filthy hands.

„HEY,DON´T FUCKING TOUCH HER!“ someone yelled. A boy came up behind the man and pushed him aginst the wall next to me and started to punch the pervert in the face. I zipped my jacket up again and when i looked next to me,  the man laid unconcious on the ground.

„Are you okay?“ the boy asked me. I just nodded and looked in the eyes from the boy who just saved my life. „Can i hug you?“ Wait, what did i just say?!

„´Course princess“ I hugged him and his arms were so strong, i wanted to stay forever in them. We pulled back and i thanked him. „No problem princess“ he answerd with his raspy and kinda rough voice. The nickname made my knees weak. To be honest, he was really cute but at same time he looked dangerous and hot as hell. „Should i give you a ride home?“ he asked me. „You don´t have to, uhm?“ „Oh right sorry, I´m Arvin. And what´s your name princess?“ he whisperd. „Y/n“ i answerd with a nervous smile. „So, you want the ride?“ i just nodded with my head and he took my hand and drove me home after i told him where i live. He dropped me off at my house and before he could drive away i made a pretty bold move. „Can i have your number?“ „You want my number?“ i nodded and he gave me his number.

Arvin and i were facetiming the whole night. I really like this boy.

a/n: Hope you like this one! sry it´s so short! :/ Request something! :) Don´t forget to vote for my one-shots! ily, liz <3

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[hellsbedroom]

Daybreak

arvin russell x reader

You have a rough night and Arvin takes you on a drive to see the sunrise. He’s never kissed you before but that might be on the horizon, too. 

Warnings: non-specific mentions of people being mean, LOTS of comfort and fluff

Word count: 1.5k

[suggested listening]

Masterlist

You sit on your front porch with your legs dangling down the stairs. It’s well past midnight but you can’t sleep, not when the crickets and grasshoppers are so loud and your day has been awful. Tears run down your face as you stare out at the dark woods beyond your house. They might make cityfolk nervous but you know those trees and paths by heart, they don’t scare you.

You sniffle again when a familiar red car rolls to a stop in the front yard. Arvin Russell steps out and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. He’s lived down the road from you since you were both young and has made this drive hundreds of times before. You’ve grown close over that time, though you never speak about what’s really there between you — sometimes it’s easier left unsaid.

“Arvin?” you call softly. “What’re you doing out?”

“Just drivin’ to clear my head. What’re you doin’ up this late?”

The porch light bathes him in a gentle glow as he walks closer, cocking his head when he sees you wipe your nose. You avoid his gaze and try to tell him that you’re fine but he knows better.

He only stops when he’s right in front of you. “Hey,” he murmurs. 

You look up at him sheepishly and when he sees the shine of tears on your face, his gaze softens. He hesitantly cups your cheek before brushing stray tears away with his thumb.

“What happened to ya? Who did this?”

You lean into his touch and smile sadly. “Nobody hit me, Arvin. I promise.”

He doesn’t push for any more answers, he just slowly sits next to you and leans his elbows on his knees. “At least it’s a nice night to be out.”

But all the emotions come bubbling back up and you whimper, fresh tears springing in your eyes. Arvin calmly pulls you to his chest and lets you cry it all out. You want to enjoy the feel of his strong muscles and the arm gently rubbing your back but you can’t think about that right now.

“They were just s-so mean today,” you mutter between sobs. He just squeezes you closer. 

Eventually the tears slow down and your breathing evens out. You lean back and Arvin takes a good look at you, running his hand down your arm before brushing away your tears again. He’s so careful — the calloused pads of his fingers grazing your skin and his dark eyes checking for any signs that you might fall apart again.

“Feel better?” he finally asks. After you sigh and nod, he adds, “I hate seein’ you cry like that.”

You smooth your shirt and give a small laugh. “I know. Sorry.”

“No, you ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for. I’ll teach ya how to set ‘em straight another day, how’s that sound?”

You smile again and it’s the first genuine one that whole night. Arvin shoots one right back, his little half-grin that always makes your heart race. You sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, lulled by the sound of the wind in the trees and chirping bugs. His knee still rests against yours and even though you try to ignore it, you don’t realize his mind is on the same thing.

Soon Arvin stands and runs his fingers through his hair before settling his cap back on his head. Your heart sinks that he might be leaving but then he nods between you and his car.

“How ‘bout we go for a drive, hm?”

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he chuckles. “Told ya, I drive to clear my head so I s’pose we could see if the same thing works for you.”

The idea is so sweet and enticing and your eyes crinkle as you beam up at him. He takes you by the hand, squeezing reassuringly as you make your way down the steps. There’s no rush even though both of you could get in trouble for being out this late. You’re not worried about that when you’re with him.

The drive does you good just like Arvin promised it would. Your sadness seems so far away when you’re tucked in his car, watching the dark morning hours roll by. With so much time you’re able to drive two towns over and back, letting the radio between you croon song after song about love, life, heartbreak, and happiness.

The two of you chat on and off, sharing jokes or little stories from younger years. Arvin repeatedly has you turn and look at him so he can make sure you’re not crying again and you’re more than happy to do so. It gives you a glimpse of his handsome features outlined in the darkness, especially his teasing smile when he says, “Look at me again, wouldja?”

As the sky slowly turns from black to gray and you return closer to Coal Creek, Arvin reaches over and squeezes your hand again before turning down a road to the left. “I know where we can go.” He parks at the edge of a meadow a few minutes later, facing the horizon where the sun would soon rise. 

“Figured this was a good spot to see somethin’ pretty before I have to get ya home.”

He hops out of the car and you follow suit, patiently waiting while he pulls out a blanket and lays it out on the hood. He nods proudly when he looks at the setup.

“Climb on up there,” he chirps, waving you up.

You perch cross-legged on the hood and stare out at the pink hues starting to streak across the sky as Arvin gets settled beside you. After a moment he pulls off his denim jacket and folds it up, holding it out to you.

You furrow your brows. “What’s that for? It ain’t cold out.”

He chucks it in your lap with a smile. “Might make it more comfortable for you to lean back, if ya want.”

You do just that and tuck it behind your head as you lay down. He leans back on his side, propping his head up with his hand and admiring the sky. From your position slightly below him you can see his profile outlined in the morning light and it’s captivating — you find yourself still looking at him even as the sun finally breaks over the trees.

“Hey Arvin?”

He turns and looks down at you, blinking in surprise at how close you are. “Hm?”

“I wouldn’t wanna be out here with anyone ‘cept you,” you finally say.

A grin flickers on his mouth and then he sobers up, realizing what it all means. You’d been close to this moment before but never this close, never able to seal the deal with a simple tilt of your head. He leans further over you and lets his free hand start sliding up your waist.

He’s whispering now. “Well I wouldn’t take anybody out here ‘cept you.”

To calm your nerves you brush at the few locks of hair that have fallen in his eyes before letting your fingers wander to his cheek. He’s watching your every move and you nod without him having to ask, urging him on.

The kiss is warm and welcome and you immediately smile into it. Another one quickly follows as Arvin cradles your jaw and tugs you closer, his lips moulding to yours in every way you’ve dreamed. You hum contentedly when he shifts a leg over yours and you kiss back deeper than before while playing with the curls at the base of his neck. Who knew a car in a meadow could set the scene for true bliss.

Finally he pulls back and the sun lights up the tips of his hair as he gazes down at you, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your shoulder.

“Well that was somethin’, ain’t it?”

You giggle in response, unable to stop smiling. “Somethin’ real good.”

Arvin bites his lip and glances around at the scenery, where the dew sparkles on the grass and birds are just starting to flit from tree to tree. He looks back down at you and admires the view for a few moments before pressing a final kiss to your forehead.

“Guess we should get back to our side of town before too many people notice.”

“I s’pose so.” 

You let him guide you off the car and help fold up the blanket. It’s pleasantly strange when you’re settled back in your seats — everything looks the same but feels so different now that it means so much more.

A few minutes into the drive back you lean toward Arvin and quip, “Look at me, wouldja?” 

When he expectantly turns you steal a kiss, the first of many times to come.

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⇔peter parker, tom Holland And co, Arvin Russel, Nathan drake, Bucky barnes

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Trip for one⇔ peter parker x reader

Summary: you plan a trip to Paris for you and your boyfriend but end up going by yourself and having the time of your life with someone else

Iced latte⇔ mob!tom x barista!reader

Summary: tom is one of the most powerful mob owners in London in which he finds you in a coffee shop and wants to make you his.

Dine and dash ⇔ ceo!tom x singlemom!reader

Summary: tom comes into your diner every Tuesday and Thursday, it is no secret that he only goes for you. When will he ever be brave enough to say something, when will you ever be brave enough to let him in?

Black beauty ⇔koh!tom x angel!reader

Summary: tom, the king of hell, has no time for love or any woman in his life. He spends his days finding new punishments for the people who deserve it. You, spend your days in heaven making everyone happy. Never wanting a soul to feel down. What happens when heaven decides to send you down to join tom in hell? Why would they send their best angel to the devil himself?

Happiness is a butterfly ⇔ soulmate!mob!tom

Summary: you and Tom spend your whole lives looking for your soulmates. How could you not see that you two were right under each other’s noses both coming from a mob family?

Seasick⇔friends to lovers! College!Peter Parker

Summary: when you give one lie to your mom that you have a boyfriend, she ends up buying an extra ticket for a cruise you guys are going on. Now you’re stuck looking for a fake boyfriend and eventually drag peter in. Except you and peter both like each other and don’t know how long you can last pretending.

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Work of art

Night in

Slowly in love pt2 pt3

It’s you

So hot yet so cold

owl and the spider pt 2

Dancing queen

Dancing king

it should be me

Lovely

Drunken I love you

Not the same

Writers block

Not good enough

Milk and honey

Chocolate kisses

More than just a Dream

I fall in love just a little

What’s mine is yours

Not another trick

The ladybug and the butterfly dad!peter

Heartless dark!peter

Accidents happen vampire!au*

Can’t remember to forget you dark!peter

Tom holland

Honeymoon avenue

Pretty thoughts

Mine

2:30am

Canceled

You take care of me I take care of you boxer!tom

Face mask

Venus

Birthday shots

Thunderstorms

Bruised knuckles, broken hearts

I felt it, it was prefect

Mystery of love

Safehouse pt.2

Not like us fratboy!tom pt.1 pt2

Peaches*

Borrowed scarfs and apple tea

Last summer fwb!tom*

Tattooed heart tattoo!tom

A little more permanent tattoo!tom

In between the lines professor!tom*

Moral of the story ceo!tom

Flashing lights prince!tom

Better than this prince!tom

Lost and found vampire!tom

A work in progress

Shoot your shot prince!tom

Pointing the gun bodyguard!tom

Heart in the kitchen

Screwdriver {construction worker!tom}*

Sweet creature

Driving first class {mechanic!tom}*

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Queen’s Gambit (3/3)

Arvin Russell x reader Queen Gambit’s au

Based on Netflix original series; The Queen’s Gambit

Synopsis; Until now Chess seemed to be your one and only obsession.

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It would be a lie to say you remembered the slightest thing about last night. One thing led to another and you had found yourself in a stranger’s bed, somewhere in an unknown city, with all your memories wiped away.

The only thing you remembered, was that the tournament was in 2 days and that you had fought with Arvin over the phone again, especially about your slight drinking and pill problem.

You blinked a few times, trying to find where was your left from your right before attempting to stand up, breathing a thankful breath when you realized you were still fully clothed. “Where the fuck have I ended.” You whispered to yourself as you stood up, directly falling to your side and holding onto a wall in order not to crash to the floor.

“C’mon hold yourself together.” You told yourself as you felt helpless and mentally beated yourself up for not listening to Arvin. Your only wish was to be in his arms and cry until everything would go away, but no. You were in Paris, or so you thought. In a stranger’s apartment, hungover, and probably still stoned from last night.

You blinked a few times before looking around the room, spotting a girl that was laying on the wooden floor, an empty bottle in her hand, and what seemed like white powder all over her nose. She laid so still that you wondered for a second if she was still alive. You trailed your stare up to the other corner of the room, where a guy this time was laying in his own vomit, taking it as your cue to leave this place before anyone would wake up.

On the count of three, you pushed yourself off the wall and eyed what looked like the way to the living room. You limped towards it where an even worst sight played upon your eyes. Stripped people and bottles were at every corner, and you had to try your best not to step on broken glass or vomit as you tried to make your way out. Once you arrived in a small corridor, you finally spotted a door that looked like the exit, freezing when you spotted the handle moving.

For a few seconds, you stayed frozen to the core, wondering if you should fall to the floor and pretend you were sleeping, or stay and confront whoever that person was. But your decision-making was cut short when middle-aged women, wearing a sharp almost military-like vest accompanied with a jet clean knee-length brown skirt entered through the door. Her tight pepper and salt perfect bun and her dark eyes suddenly made fear bubble inside you.

“Que faites vous ici?” Her sharp french voice made you take a step back.

“Um-” You tried to speak but she continued angrily pointing at you. She took a new second to glance at you, your hangover state making her turn her head to the door to the living room, one glance at it and she turned to you, almost furious.

“SORTEZ DE CHEZ MOI!” The words you couldn’t understand made you scared to your core as she shoved you out of the apartment and onto the fancy Parisien hallway. She closed the door on your face, leaving you on the doorstep, clueless as to where you were or how you even got there.

“Alright Y/n, it’s alright” You took a deep breath before taking a step towards the elevator and pressing the one button, not even caring if it meant up or down. You opened the door and got inside once it stopped at your floor, pressing the 1 button and resting your head onto the cold wooden wall as you made your way down.

You closed your eyes and walked outside of it, loudly cursing when it wasn’t the lobby but the first floor. You stared at the elevator and the stairs, slipping back into the elevator and this time, pressing on the ‘Rez de chausser’ button, taking you one floor down.

You limped your way onto the marble floor, your heels dangling in your hands as you reached the outside pavement floor of the court, thinking of where the exit was for a few seconds, the confusion of the Paris architectures racking your brain. Once you spotted the large dark green door, you tried to push it open, quickly realizing you needed to press a button to open it. It took all your strength to push the large heavy door fully open, limping outside onto a busy street once you’d manage.

You took a second to look around, looking up you saw large arcades that surrounded your street walk, and in front of you; a park. You looked around seriously questioning your emplacement before patting someone on the shoulder

“Excuse me, sir, do you know where we are?” You pointed to the ground and the man looked at you with angry eyes before turning away and walking in the opposite directing of you.

“Great” You turned around before almost bumping into a lady with a purple blazer and short brown well-dressed hair.

“Sorry, do you know where I am?” You questioned and it took everything in you not to throw up on her, or fall on your side. But like the previous person, she looked at you as though you were an intruder and left, almost bumping into you as she did.

“Amazing.” You closed your eyes and placed a hand on your forehead, almost tripping towards the road, holding yourself to a parked car before throwing up everything in you.

“Even better.” You coughed before resting your back on one of the pillars of the arcades, taking a few seconds to breathe.

“You need help maybe?” A soft voice came from behind you, making you jump as you opened your eyes, vision turning blurry.

“Yes, I think I do.” You nodded, coughing in between your words.

“Bad hangover?” The man asked and it took your eyes a second to adjust to his handsome traits.

“Yeah.” You didn’t know if it was the fact that his smile reminded you of Arvin's, or that you were feeling like crap, or that he was a total stranger, but for once you felt like you could be totally honest, and no consequences would come with it. Or so you thought.

You’d have no lesson about your addiction or no lessons about how bad your drinking was. Just a perfect stranger, that was trying to help you, and a normal conversation.

“Happens.” He smiled, his British asking making you crack a small smile. “Here.” He grabbed a handkerchief from his brown blaser pocket that you thankfully took and wiped your mouth with, wiping your eyes with your fingers right after, flinching when you spotted the black traces of your makeup that rested on the tips of your manicured fingers.

"Where am I?" You chocked as you wiped your eyes again, this time to get them adjusted to the light.

"Rue de Rivoli. In the First." He nodded. "Not far from your hotel." he smiled.

"How do you have the slightest clue where my hotel is?" You wondered and looked up to him, his soft laughter ringing in your ear.

"I play chess."

“Oh shit.” Your head went right back onto the hard stone of the pillar. “Fuck-” Your voice cracked “I’m sorry, I’m not in the mood for autographs.” You pressed on and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry.” He shook his head. “I heard you speak English, saw you were a little lost and I was coming to help you before I even recognized you. I know your game against Borgov is at the ritz, barely 5 minutes away from here.”

"Thanks." you groaned as you pushed yourself away from the stone, your head spinning like a spinning top. "Could you tell me how to get there?"

"I'll bring you."

~

"Thanks," You told him once you were standing in front of the hotel, slightly looking up at the pretty building. "I'll take it from here." You pointed to the door with a thankful smile. "Thanks again."

"No problem. Im Luke by the way." He handed you his hand and you shook it. "I'll actually journaling for your game." He handed you a new charming smile and you internally rolled your eyes. "Would you mind if I met you at the ritz's cafe maybe later today?" He smirked.

"Today?" You raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to take any pictures?" You fixed your hair.

"No, don’t worry” He grin which made your skin crawl “just so I can have a better article for the game."

"Alright, meet me there at 5, I need some sleep first." You grumbled and blurted out a see you later before turning away and limping towards the elevator.

You opened the door to your suit, dropping your shoes in the corner of the room before falling onto the soft sheets of your bed - your eyes closing the second you made contact with your pillow.

You woke up with a nock on your door - and a headache to go with.

“Fuck.” You groaned pushing yourself out of your bed. You trotted towards your door and opened it.

“Hey.” Luke grinned when he saw your state.

“Oh Hi.” You fixed your hair as best you could “sorry- I forgot” You yawned. “How did you even know my room numver?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I asked the desk.”

“Oh.” Your eyes went wide. So much for security - you thought. “Alright - well if you can wait for-”

“We could do the interview in your room?” He finished your sentence and you froze.

“Um s- sure- Come in-” Your stumbled with your words, not liking the self invitation.

You jumped into the main part of the room before he could even take a step inside, pushing the covers as best you couldn't to make it look a minimum clean. You pushed the empty glasses away in a corner of your desk, tried your best to fix your hair, and finally said. “If you’ll excuse me.” before running to the bathroom after grabbing some clean clothes.

You did everything you could to fix the way you looked. Chugged down a glass of water and let out a large sigh before walking back into the bedroom part of your suit.

“So.. What did you want to ask?” You fumbled with your clothes making sure they were correct before sitting down at your desk. You saw Luke look around your desk, and you didn’t like the way he was looking at your pills, writing something down on his notepad.

“Does the world know about your little addiction?” He wiggled his finger towards the pill bottle before sitting in front of you.

“I don’t have an addiction.” You straightened up suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Those pills are for when I start getting a cold during trips.” You continued and he raised an eyebrow, eying the packet of something that definitely was not medicine. You saw it too and realized it hadn’t been there the night before. Probably one of your stops on the unknown night you had passed.

“What’s all this?” He pointed to some empty bottles that were scattered on the floor behind your couch. These weren’t there the day before either.

“What is this interview?” You turned your head. “You know I partied last night - you saw me this morning. What are you trying to get out of it?” You felt your voice rise as anger bubbled in your stomach from the audacity of this journalist.

“I do, don’t worry.” He gave you a small smile that was said LYING in large.

“Could you go? I don’t see this interview going well.” You locked eyes with him and he stayed frozen for a second. “Please?”

And before you knew it you basically kicked him out the door and screamed in frustration. You grabbed bottles, pills, packets of what ever powder was inside - whatever you felt like you had to throw out the way before you’d be tempted for more. You placed everything in a trash bag and kicked it to the corner of your room. Just when you wanted to scream and cry the phone caught you from a mental breakdown.

“Who is this?” Your bad mood was leaking onto your reply.

“Y/n?”

“Oh.. Arvin.” You sighed and sat on your floor with the phone in your hand. “What do you want...?” Your voice went quiet.

“I wanted to know if you were ok.” His voice was soft and it brought comfort back to you.

“I’m fine, thanks.” You huffed still mad about last night.

“Right.” He knew you definitely didn’t sound fine. “How was the party?” He dared to ask the trick question after a second of silence.

“It was alright.” You grumbled to ashamed that you couldn’t even remember.

“Did you see any cool celebs?” He tried to push out a chuckle.

“I don’t know.” You trailed on, not wanting him to know how bad you had partied the night before. “I’m going to go now Arvin. I’m going to get ready and maybe take a walk around the city.” You sighed. “I’ll see you later. I have to prepare for my game tomorrow.”

“Alright.” He clearly understood what had happened. You had drunk your soul out last night, and you weren’t ready to face him or anyone at that.

“Wait Arvin.” you called out before he could hang up.

“Yeah?”

“I made a mistake.” You admitted. “A stupid one. And I'm scared.” You bit your lip trying not to cry. “I’m really scared the world is going to know Arv.” You sniffed.

“What happened?” His voice was soft and that warm feeling you felt around him was invading you.

“This chess journalist saw me when I was very badly hungover in the street this morning.”

“Well, that’s not that bad.” He tried to cheer you up, pushing the fact that you had drunk again the night before. But he wasn’t mad.

“The worst part is I agreed to an interview. When I didn’t show up he came to my room.” You gulped and Arvin was getting ready to hear the worst. “Nothing bad happened but I think he saw my pills and some empty bottles.” You finished explaining the rest of the odd encounter, especially going on about the fact that he self-invited himself and that you feared the worst for your reputation.

On the other side of the line, Arvin boiled up with anger.

“Alright.” He stayed calm for you. “Everything will be alright.” He reassured. “You want me to come over?”

You nodded quickly realizing he couldn’t see you. “Yes... please.” Your voice wavered too scared that he’d say no.

“I’ll come.” He gave a small smile through the phone, happy he was finally going to be able to hold you and reassure you. He never wanted to be apart like that from you again - it killed him every second since you stormed out of the house.

~

The tournament came quicker than you wanted. And before you knew it you were sitting in front of Borgov - having the worst silent mental breakdown of your life.

Your head was far from the game. It was far away rethinking your entire life. Arvin hadn't showed up that morning like he was supposed to - and with no warning phone calls.

What If he had changed his mind? Realized he deserved much better than you? What if instead of coming he had packed all his things from your shared house and left you alone?

You pushed the tears away and looked back at the board. Taking in a deep breath and ignoring the flashes of paparazzi’s around you.

You finally managed to bring yourself back to it - but it was too late. He was winning and you knew that. You wanted to cry right here right there.

But little did you know Arvin was in the audience, watching your every move and desperately waiting to take you in his arms, to tell you everything was going to be ok.

Borgov ended up winning. After a fair handshake, you pushed the tears away and smiled for the audience before bringing your head down and walking away. You continued your way through the hotel hallway, not expecting Arvin’s voice.

“Y/n! Wait.” You turned around not expecting that your eyes would land on Arvin’s brown ones.

“Arvin?” You asked like it was a dream.

“I’m sorry - my flight got delayed and then canceled I had to take another one and I couldn’t call you-” Before he could even finish his sentence you brought Arvin into the biggest hug you had probably given him.

"Arvin." You let the tears take over as you sobbed into his chest. he wrapped his arms around you.

"Hey it's going to be ok." He rubbed your back and tightened the hug.

"Never- Never let me leave the house like this again." You sobbed. 

“Hey it’s ok.” He kissed your forehead. He smiled as he pulled your face away so he could look at you “I’ll never leave your side again, darling." He wiped a tear away from your cheek, titling your head so he could bring you into a long awaited kiss. “I should have followed you.” He whispered once he pulled away, crashing his lips with yours again. 

“I love you, Arvin.”

The End. 

~

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