#dark arvin 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.

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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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Peter Parker x Pilot!reader 💙

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Breaking up with Yandere!Peter Parker 💙

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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.

#arvin russell #arvin russell imagine #arvin russell x reader #The Devil All The Time #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader

[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...

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #peter parker imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #peter parker x reader smut #tom holland x reader smut #dark!peter parker #dark peter parker #venom #venom!peter parker #marvel #black cat #felicia hardy #bad together #arvin russell

[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

[curseofaphrodite]

Hi!!! I would love the Halloween prompt 9 with Cedric Diggory please!! I know it’ll be amazing can’t wait too see it! :)

Cedric Diggory x Reader

Summary: Deciding what to wear to go trick or treating with Cedric and your kids. (headcanons/drabbles)

Halloween special request! halloween prompt list | masterlist

‣ Cedric doesn't really like trick-or-treating, but he's always up for spending time with his family. 

‣  He's simple, he throws his Hufflepuff robes over him and asked you to wear your robes too. In the muggle world, they'll pass as costumes, and no one would know that the two of you were indeed practitioners of magic.

‣  Your robes still fit! Now that your costumes were decided, the ones for your kids remained to be bought.

‣  Your youngest daughter kept yelling she wanted to be a superhero, so you made her dress like Black Widow. Your angel looked AMAZING by the way. 

‣  Your son wanted to be “something feared.” ("I bet you, he's a Slytherin." Cedric had muttered.)

‣  After going through shop after shop, Cedric said he found the costume of the most fearsome creature ever to walk upon this earth.

‣  Arvin, your son, yelled in joy and asked what it was.

‣  Cedric smiled at you playfully and said, "Spiders!"

‣  You scowled. It was an inside joke between the two of you ever since you met. He always claimed that you were scared of spiders.

‣  You’d deny it every chance you get, but he’ll laugh when you stand on the bed or tables when there’s a sighting of a spider. You’ll still shake your head and pretend to look brave, but that didn’t fool him.

‣  It’s not that you were scared of spiders, you just didn’t like them. There had to be a difference between fear and hatred, right? To Cedric, the answer was no.

‣  But you thought of every spider-related incident with a fondness you couldn’t describe, because all of them had Cedric in it somehow.

‣  One day, before you started dating, you were his partner in Defense Against the Dark Acts, and on seeing a spider on his shoulder, you had let out a small scream.

‣  Cedric had yelled too, thinking there was a dementor behind him or something.

‣  But on seeing it’s a spider, he had brushed it off gently and demanded why you had to scare him like that.

‣  You had looked at him seriously and said, “Because it was a spider.”

‣  He stared at you blankly before laughing. The sound made you blush. It made you go uh-oh I’m gonna like this boy, huh? 

‣  The blush on your cheeks had made him go swoony too. Needless to say, the both of you were dating soon enough.

‣  It was strange how long ago that was. You felt proud for making it this far with Cedric. Five years ago, the both of you were chasing each other around Hogwarts. Now you have a family, and a house full of memory. *sigh* 

‣  Back to present! After Cedric said their mother was scared of spiders, Arvin was determined to dress up as one. Your frown got deeper, knowing you’ll never be able to convince them you’re not afraid of tiny little long-legged creatures. 

‣  Who knows, maybe one day you’ll surprise your husband by buying a pet spider. 

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[queenoftheworldisdead]

Family affair

Note: Ari and Ransom are twins in this

Summary: Harlan's money ruled the world of your husband and in-laws. When Harlan cuts his family off the rift between siblings grows larger and you are somehow caught in the middle

Warning: 18+ Only, Dark themes, pregnant dubious consent, domestic violence, kissing

Dark Ari x Reader, eventual dark Ransom x Reader

Chapter 2

💍

Sleep escaped you. The bump in your stomach seemed to be more in the mood for soccer than rest.

You swore that this pregnancy would be the last. The whole experience was draining and without your husband lonesome.

He had missed every mile stone. From the moment you found out to the first sonogram.

The sound of your phone perked you up a bit, until Linda's name printed on the screen.

"Hey hon are you OK? You disappeared on me. I've been searching all over for you." Her fake pleasantry grated you. All this time you had thought she had come around to you, but after talking with Harlan you knew better.

Had she put the bug in Harlan's ear about the paternity? Was it due to Ari's constant traveling that the legitimacy got called into question. Did they see you as a cheater? Before Ari rushed off you two were still very much in the honeymoon phase, and indulged in every minute of it.

"I'm fine.. sorry. Ransom offered to take me home. Sorry I didn't even think to say goodbye."

"Oh…" She sounded surprised and in that moment you realized just how strange that sounded. Ransom never offered to do anything out of the kindness of his heart.

"Well… uh I just got off the phone with Ari." Her words caught you by surprise again.

"What? I..I called …"

"You know the cell service over there. I'm sure he tried to call you before he got on the plane."

"Plane?"

"Uuuh Yes he's on a plane. It must’ve slipped his mind. He sounded like he was in a rush. Don't worry I am sure he will call when he lands.” She hurried to excuse him.

Your husband was coming home and you were the last to know. This wasn't the first time he left you out of the loop, but after what happened the slight hurt more.

"It's a long flight so he should be here by tomorrow. I'll swing by and come get you."

"Thank you Linda. Talk to you tomorrow."

💍

A new day and still no response from Ari. He had to have seen your messages and calls by now.

The knock on the front door was unexpected. Had he gotten home early? But Ari never knocked. Maybe he lost his key?

There were two more knocks before you reached the door.

When you rose to look out the peephole no one was there. Something manila peeped through the slit of the door. Cautiously you opened the door and it fell to the ground.

You strained to bend and pick it up. The marked letters spelled out your name. It alarmed you, and against your better judgement you opened it.

All eight by tens photos in high resolution.

It felt like your eyes were deceiving you. In your mind you tried to understand why you were seeing Ari and not Ransom.

Maybe Ransom grew a beard? Ari was out saving the world.

Ransom partied on yachts with models, not Ari. Ransom wore designer suits, did drugs, not Ari.

Reality was slapping you in the face but you refused to believe it.

If you brought this to Linda would she defend her son? Did she already know? Did Harlan?

💍

The snow started to pour down slowly when Linda arrived. You decided to say nothing to her. You sat and waited to confront Ari with what you had received.

The scenery started whining down a familiar path. You had expected Linda to take you to the airport. Not back to Harlan's estate. When you questioned Linda informed you that Ari was already here.

It infuriated you that Ari did not call you when he landed. Why he chose to come here instead of coming home? It had been so long since he'd seen you in person.

This was the last place you wanted to be. You would’ve stayed in the car if it weren’t for the fact that your husband was inside that house.

Linda held the door as you waddled up the porch. You heard voices but nothing discernible.

"You would think a man that hasn't seen his pregnant wife in months would be rushing to greet her at the door." She shouted sarcastically into the hall as she helped you out of your jacket.

Chatter died down and time seemed too slow as Ari popped his head out into the hall. Everything faded away as he appeared. Your heart fluttered and breath hitched at the sight of him.

His skin was sun beat and his beard had gotten thicker than before. You remembered telling him over and over again to shave it, but of course he ignored you.

Ari smiled brightly after spotting you. He rushed to you, engulfing you in his arms. Everything melted away with that.

"Well look at you," Ari beamed as he pulled back and examined you.

💍

Ari lead you into one of the many upper bedrooms. The privacy much needed as the PDA was not well received by the rest of the family.

Your smile faded as you looked at the room. His bags were in the closet. Clothes unpacked and hanging. He was staying here.

"You came just for the money… didn't you?" You accused. Anger started to bubble up inside you and it was hard to control it. "Not me. Not the baby."

"I was going to come see you after I talked with Harlan."

It was a lie. If Linda didn't call you, you doubt you would've known he was even in town. Let alone this country. How many times had he done this?

"See….me?" You looked at him bewildered and furious. "….I’m not some friend you are visiting, I am your wife."

Your mind went back to the pictures. Everything he had ever told you about his travels you were now calling into question.

"Calm down. You know what I meant." He motioned with his hands for you to relax. It had the opposite effect.

"That man is done with all of you." You hissed as tears burned your eyes.

"Your being too emotional. Think of the baby." He stood with his hands on hips. That set you off.

"I didn't ask to be pregnant. This was another decision you made without me. When I called to talk to you about it you were never there. It's like I'm in this marriage alone and I am getting tired of it…. I think… I think I want a divorce."

Tears spilled down your cheek. You cupped your mouth as you couldn't believe you had come to this point.

Ari charged at you in that instant. The wall hit your back as his eyes grew wild and dark. You held your hands over your stomach as you trembled before him.

"I gave you love when no one else would. I gave you a family when you didn't have one. When we got married we said till death do us part."

You felt the threat in his words as he talked down at you. He was angry and it scared you. This wasn’t the first time. All of those instances came flooding back. The fighting, the choking the assaults. How had you forgotten until now.

💍

"I'm sorry… Ari…please," you pleaded. "I don't want a divorce I'm sorry. I just missed you. So much."

He searched your eyes and you prayed he believed you. When he got like this it was best to just appease him. His hand eased off your neck, but you still kept your back to the wall.

He raked through his hair as he paced in front of you. When he stopped you prayed.

Ari looked over at you sullen.

"Are you OK? Is the baby OK?" He asked sincerely. You shook your head 'yes', sniffing. Tears were falling and you couldn't stop them.

You tensed when he crouched down, prying your hands away from your belly. You watched him carefully, still terrified. He rubbed your belly tenderly. Apologizing lowly to the little life inside before kissing your bump.

Tears trickled down your cheek and fell into his hair. How had you forgotten this? This wild anger. Why while he'd been gone could you only think about the good times, the sweetness. There were far more bad times than good, but by god when they were good it felt great.

"Tell me you forgive me.” He whispered to your belly, but it was directed to you. “I need to hear it.”

Ari laced your fingers with his as he rose to his feet.

You didn’t forgive him, but you knew better to tell him that.

“I forgive you, Ari.”

"Do you want to leave me?" He looked remorseful, truly. That tugged at you. In that moment you saw the Ari you fell in love with. The selfless, pure hearted sole that would give his last dime to help anyone.

He had been so happy to see you and you ruined it. He would've come home after talking it out with Harlan, right? The flight was so long he probably just wanted to rest a bit before coming home. Maybe your pregnancy was making you irrational again.

"…No," you answered honestly. The heat of his gaze made you feel bubbly. He smiled at you sweetly and your heart fluttered.

"Do you still love me?" He asked.

"..Yes."

The tension in your body released as he wrapped around you gingerly. He held you carefully almost as if you would break as he dipped his head lowly toward you.

The kiss was soft and was already making you breathless. You closed your eyes and melted into him as he deepened his kiss. His hands roamed your body as he walked you away from the wall.

Ari smelled so good you had forgotten how much you loved his scent.

"Fuck," He breathed out over your lips. His touch made you feel wanted, needed. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this way.

"Ari," you gasped out when his kisses trailed down your neck and collar bone.

Ari pulled away and immediately started taking off his clothes. "I want you on top."

You felt shy and unsure. The last time he saw you. All of you, you weren't half this size. There were stretch marks, cellulite and fat and rolls where they hadn't been before. You had never been in the best of shape but now with the pregnancy everything seemed amplified.

You didn't even want to think of the unflattering garments underneath your clothes. Maternity clothes were far from sexy and confidences boosting.

While he on the other hand had not changed. In fact he looked more tone and sculpted than before. He didn't notice your hesitation as he was too focused on undoing his pants.

When he looked up finally you opened your mouth to protested, but he swallowed it. Rushing toward you again, kissing you hard, hungry, like a wild animal. He kissed you with more passion and need all while pulling you out of your clothes.

You watched as Ari dropped low and roll down your maternity pants. Pushing them down with your panties before he kissed along your belly.

You covered yourself foolishly when he fell back on the bed. Ari watched you intently, his watchful eye making you feel shy. Your gaze fell to the throbbing member that now seemed to be bigger than the last time.

He was your husband yet you felt embarrassed, almost like you were naked in front of a stranger for the first time.

Annoyed he sighed before grabbing you by the wrist and urging you over to him.

"Look at me baby," he coed sweetly. Clumsily you climbed up and straddled him, a taxing endeavor that already had you panting. It was a hard command to do even when you weren't pregnant.

"That's my girl," he praised when your eyes finally lock with his, still unsure of yourself.

Your self-conscious ate away at you, when his eyes scanned over your body. He still wanted you. Even like this. It was just hard to wrap your head around.

When you began to sit upright Ari guided your hips into position. It already felt too big. Even with your slickness it felt as if it wouldn't fit. Ari urged you down and you whimpered as you tightened around him. You sucked in a breath as he filled you slowly.

"Fucking tight… gotta loosen you up so that baby slides out easy." Ari teased. He took his time with you and you wanted to live in it. All the problems fell away as you drowned in passion.

You couldn't stay quiet. The way Ari moved you made it impossible.

He smirked proudly as you chanted his name.

The sounds leaking from this room you were sure could be heard throughout the house. Ari didn't care and you were hard pressed to either.

"Fuck you're lucky you can't get pregnant twice," he grunted. You mewled as he slammed your ass down his shaft repeatedly. You ogled his tense muscles and hairy chest, drunk off the desire that he filled you with.

"Let me see you."

You leaned back allowing him a full view of your body. He raked over your figure.

"That's it baby. So beautiful. I love you baby." He panted as you squeezed his member. Your body was his and he knew it.

Ari moved his hands from your hips allowing you to drive. He pushed your back in and sat up to suck on your breast. His tongue flickered over your hard nipple as he sucked.

Your hand tangled in his hair as your ass bounced off his thigh repeatedly.

"Ari," you said hotly.

"Fuck I missed you." Ari replied before switching breast.

"Ari!" You exclaim when he hit that button deep in your core. Your body felt over heated and crazed.

Ari took control again. His fingers dug into your flesh as he fucked you.

You hissed loudly as his cum coated your walls while you chased an end.

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Chapter 3>>>

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[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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[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. 

~~~~~

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. 

~~~~~

“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.

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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

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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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[queen-rogah]

Trapped in Montreux (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Part Four

Summary: You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn't know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend...

Warnings: just a bit of sexual references, strong language and mild angst

Word Count: 4k+ words

Note: this fic is gonna get a little twisted and interesting with this part because there will be interesting people they will meet again in that place ;) Enjoy reading :)

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

The night goes on with you laughing with Brandon as he talk about his interesting life. Him and his family is actually from Texas and he said about his father running a mini zoo before and when he was getting old, he set the animals free as he just stayed inside his house. Brandon wanted to take his place in handling the mini zoo but he thought that it would be different for him. It feels like he doesn't really belong to the wild, unlike his father. So he just finished his college, found several jobs in Texas and suddenly found the world of bartending. He also worked on a bar where he was named the best mixer in that town.

"So you're a popular one huh." You teased and he chuckles.

"I'm not that popular. They just like the drinks I make." He scratched the back of his head and look over to you.

"Huh, same to me also. Me and Gerda also make some best selling drinks when we're working back home." You said as you clean your spot where you just did a couple of drinks.

A moment of silence came between you two but then you hear him say, "How come you're here in Montreux if you have a decent job in your hometown?." Brandon asked.

You sigh, "Gerda loves it here. She dreams on living here in Montreux and since I've been her best friend ever since we're both kids, we shared the same dreams on living to another country, just the two of us. And then now we're older, Gerda dragged me here with her but...I wanted to be in Milan. Not here."

"Oh well, if you're already in Milan I haven't met you like I did tonight. You're interesting yourself Y/N." He said and gave you that smile.

You cheeks blushed again, "Maybe meeting you tonight was planned in my life." You joked and he chuckles.

"Maybe it is." He smirks and came back in making drinks. You stopped in your tracks when you suddenly felt a soft thing on your feet, looking down to see a stuffed teddy bear laying on the floor. You furrow your brows as you picked it up, only to see a little girl going towards you. Why is there a little girl inside this adult party?

"I believe this is yours." You smiled at her as she gives you that cute toothy grin. She looks beautiful, whose beautiful daughter is this?

"Thank you." She quietly said and you stood up, watching her walk towards a man to see it's actually Brian May standing meters away from you beside his wife. You gulped when he dropped his eyes at you, giving you a smile.

You became speechless for a bit until you hear him say his thanks to you about his daughter before he ushered his family out of the boat. So they're already leaving, before what would happen in this party. You returned at the bar to actually see Roger Taylor talking to Frida. He's wearing that oversized casual tux and cream colored pants. He have that dark sunglasses on that covered his round eyes you have looked at on the meet-and-greet. Frida was literally flirting with him, the way her body lean forward as her voice getting pitchy. You rolled your eyes as you stood there.

You felt someone slapped your arm to see Gerda standing beside you, "So, I am seeing Frida...flirting with Roger." She whispered to you.

"Who cares?." You replied, looking at Gerda who looked shocked in front of you.

"You're so literally blind Y/N." She sighed and return back to her place, glaring at the distracted Frida.

"Mr. Taylor! What would you like to make for you?." Arvin suddenly spoke to Roger that interrupted his small talk with Frida. Frida glared at Arvin who did that and stepped out of the way. You snicker a laugh on what just happened while you finish your cigarette that you have left on the ashtray earlier.

"I would like some Fuzzy Navel." Roger ordered and you blinked your eyes. Fuzzy Navel is a top favorite, such a good choice.

"Coming right up--"

"--No, I want her to make the Fuzzy Navel for me." Roger pointed at you. You looked at him in shock like some deer caught in the headlights and gulped down. He wants you to make his drink.

"Um, of course Mr. Taylor." You stammer and took the drinks to mix them. Roger made his way in front of you to watch your hands mix his drink. You really can't see where his eyes are under those aviators, but you can feel his stare at you while you're mixing it.

When you're done with his drink, you gave him the glass and he took a sip as you see his smile around the rim of the glass. He took his sunglasses off and see those doe eyes again, you force yourself to stop staring at this man as you look down on the counter, grabbing the cloth to clean your station again.

"This one is even better than the one I've drank earlier." He said, still standing there.

Your cheeks turn red as you look back at him and the drink. Fuzzy Navel had been the second drink you've learn to make and most of the people back in your hometown to where you work at order a lot of those. "Fuzzy Navel had been my specialty I guess..." You smiled.

He was surprised you're actually smiling at him, his hand gripping on the glass. Roger notices that he's been here for a couple of minutes now, in front of you with the awkward tension but still manage to keep up with you. He cleared his throat and chug down the remaining drink before setting it down on the bar.

"I must get going, you know--"

"Sure Mr. Taylor, it's your party and there's still a lot of guests waiting for you tonight." You cut him off and gave a reassuring smile. You really want the tension to go away, the awkward atmosphere is killing you.

"Please, call me Roger." He smiles at you before walking away from the bar as you watch him disappear in the crowd.

You finally exhaled when he's now gone, thanking that it's over. He's not going to go back here, order some drink and talk to you again. But when you see him in the corner talking to that woman who have the perfect waistline for a supermodel and have the perky ass, her dress was backless. When she turn on her side, you gasped a bit.

It's Sienna Harper, your's and Gerda's enemy since you're seven years old.

You thought, Why the fuck is she here?

...

Roger came back to the people he's been talking to earlier, still looking at you in the corner of his eyes, looking oh so focused in making the drinks of the people standing around the counter island surrounding them. More people came to greet him, asking him to dance or anything but he declines. Only Deaky would go for a dance, and now he's watching the bassist dance in the disco song with some people.

Freddie soon joins him sitting on the couch where he's watching Deaky, "Where's Brian?." Freddie asked.

"He just drive Chrissie and his kids to the airport, he will come back." Roger replied, putting on his sunglasses again and took a cigarette from Freddie's stash.

"I saw Sienna earlier, she's been looking for you." Freddie smirks and that made Roger turn his head to the lead singer, giving him that look.

"You invited Sienna?!." Roger raised his voice while Freddie is chuckling in his reaction.

"It's not me darling, maybe Miami called her. They're much closer than I am to her." Freddie said, taking a drag on his cigarette. The press is still flashing their cameras at him, taking every picture of Freddie and Roger talking about his ex-girlfriend that literally ruined his image back in 1978.

"Bloody hell, I don't want to see her because she--"

"Roger?."

He turn his head around to see the woman he's been talking about earlier. She's wearing a black sheer dress, where they can probably see her tits through those and the black lace thong she's wearing.

"Sienna..." Roger put up a  fake smile as he approach her, kissing her cheek in greeting.

"I've been looking everywhere for you Rog, how are you babe?." She asked, her hands slides around his waist as she gripped the suit he's wearing. Freddie had an evil smirk as his eyes found her hands around him.

"I love seeing the exes meet again," Freddie said as he smirks, "Deaky! Wait for me there darling, yeah?." He shouts at John who's still dancing.

Freddie stood up from the couch to leave Roger and Sienna together, but Roger noticed him leaving as he shot him a glare. Freddie just gave him a wink before leaving him there.

He then glanced back at Sienna, waiting for his answer, "I'm fine Sienna. Life treats me well." He said, which is a total lie.

I am in the same bloody room with the worst ex I had and the girl he's been thinking about ever since the meet-and-greet, life never threats me well. He said in his mind.

"How's the new girl you got?." She lowly asked, her eyes still staring back at Roger's.

"Dominique had been the best thing for me, we had two kids together--"

"--oh," she stammers. "You didn't tell me you already have the baby number two." She awkwardly chuckles.

Roger kept going in talking about Dominique and his kids, so that Sienna fucking Harper can shut the bloody hell up. "I'm even planning on marrying her, you know...giving all that I had to her." Roger casually replied.

Sienna had a smile on her face when Roger kept talking about Dominique while he's just glancing over to you talking to Gerda and the others, watching you smoke the cigarette that you stole from Gerda's hand. And then seconds after, Sienna suddenly burst out in tears, making Roger widen his eyes and look around if the people around them is staring. Some did, asked if somethings wrong, Roger just replied with a 'she's alright' as they look away.

So this is the game she would play again, said Roger in his mind. He took her in his arms as he guide her on the couch, letting her sit down and calm down for a bit. Roger was mentally cursing for himself that why did he see her again and why did they invited her.

"Uh, I'm will just find some tissues for you. Stay right here yeah?." Roger said to her as he stand up, only to be gripped from her on his suit again, causing him to groan and roll his eyes.

"Stay Rog, just go find someone to give me some tissues please?." She whines, her manicured hands soon found his hands as she gripped it tightly.

"This damn woman," Roger muttered under his breath as he look back to her, "You need tissues Sienna, I'll just go and bring you some." Roger said his words again and pull away his hand from hers as he immediately walks away.

He automatically found Deaky, speaking with someone as he dances a bit with the beat. "Can I steal Deaky for a while, thanks." Roger smiles as he guides him at the corner.

"How are you Rog?." John asks.

"How am I? I'm not bloody fine because my psycho ex from '78 is here," Roger whispers to prevent from hearing him gush to Sienna. "And she's been too clingy to me tonight. I don't want her to be all over me since they are press in this party and Dominique will see it on the newspapers."

"What do you mean your ex? As in Sienna Harper? The girl that spreads a sex tape across UK and literally ruined your image back then?." John asked as the drummer nods his head.

"I just can't believe someone invited her. If Miami did, I swear I will--"

"Calm down Rog, maybe she's not into you now."

"Not into me? How come that she just burst out in tears while I'm talking about Dominique and my kids to her. I swear to God she's trying hard to win me back." Roger was already stressed out as John comforts him.

"Hey boys, how's--" Brian finally arrives as he joins in with John and Roger, then notices the tensed drummer beside him, "Rog? You okay?."

"He's stressed out with Sienna Harper." John rolls his eyes and Roger glared at him when he sees his gesture.

"Sienna Harp--the one that spreads your--"

"Okay enough talking about the bloody scandal and help me out. I think that she's still crying back there and I need to find a damn tissue for her. But can you come with me on the way there?." Roger asks that made Brian and John look at each other.

"No." They both responded.

"Bastards." Roger muttered.

Brian went to the other side of the room, Roger didn't know where he just found some tissues as he handed it to him. "Here, give these to her and get the hell away from her."

"Thanks Bri." Roger smiles at him as he made his way to Sienna again to find her nowhere to be seen in the couch that made Roger frown.

"Now where is she? This is bollocks."

...

"I swear I saw Michael Jackson with Freddie earlier. I'm literally hyperventilating." Gerda freaks out as she looks around the room, looking for some popular people again. Fionn gave you all a well deserving break through the party. So now you're lounging here with Gerda as you kept looking around.

"I saw Robert Plant too. He's talking to Michael Hutchence at the corner." You replied. "And Sienna Harper." You smirked.

Gerda stopped in her tracks when you said that forbidden name in both of your lives, "She's here? Oh my fuck." She gasped.

"And I saw her talking to Roger earlier, are they...connected or something?." You asked and Gerda shrugs, taking a drag on her cigarette.

"You don't know?."

You gave her a questioning look, "Don't know what?."

"Sienna Harper aka our playground enemy back in '70 is actually Roger's girlfriend in 1976 and they have lasted through '78, Roger broke up with her because he had found Dominique at the time. So Sienna, being the psycho she is, she spread her's and Roger's sex tape around UK. I found the video before but it was taken down the day after--I guess?. God that was horrible, ugh." Gerda said, her face grimacing when she reminisce those times.

"I remember her being the worst kid I've met in our neighborhood before. The fact that she's four years older than us! She's literally the worst." You said. "How did she found Roger Taylor anyway?."

"Well, Sienna is actually an attractive bitch."

"Yes she is. No lie." You nodded.

"She actually found a modelling contract in London and pursued that career. Roger Taylor, the rockstar he is, maybe he found her since she's a damn model in the UK." Gerda said.

"Okay." You shrugged. "So, Sienna was 18 and Roger--"

"Roger was 27 when they started dating. That age gap though." Gerda replied fast.

"Thank God you didn't show me the sex tape they had because if you did before, that would be traumatizing." You said as she laughs about that. Putting her cigarette on the ashtray.

"In the video though, Roger and Sienna--" Gerda finally started as you came to cover her mouth to stop her from talking about the scandal. When you suddenly feel her tongue on your palm, licking your skin, you backed away and wipe your hand on your apron.

"Fuck you Gerda." You groaned and now she's going at it.

"In the video, Roger and Sienna we're having a role play thing--I don't know what it's like because I'm not that kinky in sex--and Sienna was calling him daddy," Gerda's laugh became louder as the guests even look back at her. Your hands are covering your face as you just let your best friend embarrass herself.

"And then the sex begins, they did anal through the whole video like it's so damn filthy! I'm literally thanking God that you didn't see that because you can't already stand on watching porn, what if you just see your childhood enemy be fucked in the ass as she called him daddy. That would be disgusting." Gerda laughed, finally stopping herself from rambling about Sienna since she's just in the same room as yours.

"But what would be the actual feeling to be fucked in the ass--ah!."

You screamed when your eyes suddenly train up on somebody standing in front of you to see the one and only Sienna Harper with a smirk on her face, have a rocking body and her eyes are swollen from crying-- her eyes are swollen?

"Look who it is. It's Gerda the slut of Florida and her beloved sidekick Y/N." Sienna snickers and Gerda shrugs beside you.

"Says the original slut of Florida. How are you being unemployed ever since the scandal you did?." Gerda laughs.

You tried to contain your laughs so that you stay out of trouble. Gerda and Sienna were the ones that had the bad blood on each other. You're just the sidekick, like she just said earlier.

"Well, how are you? Still mixing drinks until now? You're looking before an international model. What have you got?." Sienna asked, her piercing eyes staring at Gerda. You really hate her, like really really hate her. And now years had been passed, she's still the same Sienna you both knew in middle school.

"Well," Gerda was loss for words as Sienna waited for her to speak. Full of pride in her face. "Well, I have Y/N that would actually steal Roger Taylor away from your life." Gerda said, pointing at you.

You wanted to smack Gerda in the face on what she just said, but you just stood there, "Why the fuck would you say that to her?." You snapped.

"Yeah, why the fuck would you say that Gerda? Are you out of your mind? Y/N is nowhere in the standards of Roger, she's waaaaay too far from that. Just compare her to me, I guess she's still at the bottom darling." Sienna smirks and your heart dropped on what she just said.

"Uh--excuse me Sienna? I don't care if you're a model, I don't care if you're better than me in any way and I don't care if Roger Taylor fucked you in the ass in that sex tape," Gerda wow'ed you when you said that, "It's been years Sienna, I just feel like you're nothing to me." You smirked also. Smelling the victory.

"Uh...I--Roger! There you are babe!." Sienna ignored you in being angry with her when she spotted Roger in the crowd again, pulling him to her. He's holding a bunch of tissues as you furrow your brows.

"I've been looking everywhere for you why--" Roger spoke.

But Sienna speaks again, "Oh you are? Aw Rog, how sweet of you." She said as she had her arms around Roger's arm. Your heart dropped on what they are both saying, thinking that Roger is with Sienna right now while he have a damn family. That is wrong. And you couldn't believe that you're actually jealous of Sienna right now.

"Y/N, your stares are different..." Gerda whispers in your ear as you broke your stare from them. But you can feel the awkwardness from Roger as he glance up to you, shooting you a smile.

Sienna is still that clingy woman around Roger like a desperate woman to him. You can literally see how uncomfortable Roger was, making you smile at the ground in his reactions. Sienna is just trying to fucking hard even though Roger doesn't have anything to do with her already.

"I'm just gonna go freshen myself up." You gave them a forced smile before walking away, even seeing Roger's last look at you feeling so down that you're gonna leave in front of him. You did and even Gerda did. Leaving Roger and Sienna holding each other in front of the bar.

Roger looked around if there are some cameras, luckily they are on Freddie and Brian talking to each other, so he didn't waste the time on pushing this woman away from him and huffed in annoyance.

"Why are you doing this to me? This night should be special for me and the boys, not being in a bloody reunion with you. Remember Sienna that you ruined my life before, I don't want to be ruined again because of you." Roger said, keeping his voice down.

Sienna was astonished in his words, "But Roger, I still want you..." She counterattack.

"I don't want you Sienna! All I want is just her, just her!." Roger raised his voice but said it in his gritted teeth.

"Who's her?! I know it's gonna be Dominique but love is not permanent Roger. You'll never gonna be with her for a long time. All that you gonna do is cheat, cheat, cheat."

"Why? Are you still angry that I cheated on you for Dominique? I did that because you're nothing but a good fuck Sienna, you don't have a heart and you're not deserving." Roger said and he received a slap from her. Roger hoped nobody sees that.

"I need you Roger Taylor." Sienna says, trying to change up your mind.

"No, Sienna. You don't need me, you just want my damn body for yours to have. So guess what? I'm not an idiot anymore. It's not 1976 all over again Sienna." Roger laughs.

"I swear to God, if something happens between you and Dominique, you will just come back right to me like a lost puppy." Sienna tries and Roger chuckles, not even believing what is this woman saying about.

"Then I will find someone better than you Sienna." Roger smirks and leave her there without any word from her.

On what he said earlier, all that is circling around Roger's mind is your name.

Maybe I'll come running up to Y/N if things will be broken between me and Dominique, his inner consciousness says. And then he just remembered the second after that thought that he promised himself to marry Dominique.

While just thinking about you, having you permanently in his life. As a girlfriend.

Maybe Montreux trapped all the people in the state of temptation stuck in their fingers, their bodies and their brains. Roger was already trapped.

And you're also already trapped, since the day he signed your wrists. When you found yourself in a much quieter place, here at the top deck where you can see the view of the lake illuminated by the moon. You groaned in annoyance in the sudden feeling towards Roger and buried your hands in your hair.

"You okay?."

Your head shot up to see Brandon looking down at you with a worried look. He sat down beside you and puts his arms around you, keeping away the cold breeze from you, which is the sweetest thing.

"I need to tell you something but don't say it to anybody else. All that I will have to say to you will stay here in Montreux. Promise?." You said and he interestingly looked at you.

"Okay. I promise." He smiles.

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Welcome to the blog tour for historical fiction, The Road to Delano by John DeSimone!

The Road to Delano

Publication Date: March 10, 2020

Genre: Historical Fiction/ Coming of Age

Publisher: Rare Bird Books

Jack Duncan is a high school senior whose dream is to play baseball in college and beyond―as far away from Delano as possible. He longs to escape the political turmoil surrounding the labor struggles of the striking fieldworkers that infests his small ag town. Ever since his father, a grape grower, died under suspicious circumstances ten years earlier, he’s had to be the sole emotional support of his mother, who has kept secrets from him about his father’s involvement in the ongoing labor strife. With their property on the verge of a tax sale, Jack drives an old combine into town to sell it so he and his mother don’t become homeless. On the road, an old friend of his father’s shows up and hands him the police report indicating Jack’s father was murdered. Jack is compelled to dig deep to discover the entire truth, which throws him into the heart of the corruption endemic in the Central Valley. Everything he has dreamed of is at stake if he can’t control his impulse for revenge. While Jack’s girlfriend, the intelligent and articulate Ella, warns him not to so anything to jeopardize their plans of moving to L.A., after graduation, Jack turns to his best friend, Adrian, a star player on the team, to help to save his mother’s land. When Jack’s efforts to rescue a stolen piece of farm equipment leaves Adrian―the son of a boycotting fieldworker who works closely with Cesar Chavez―in a catastrophic situation, Jack must bail his friend out of his dilemma before it ruins his future prospects. Jack uses his wits, his acumen at card playing, and his boldness to raise the money to spring his friend, who has been transformed by his jail experience. The Road to Delano is the path Jack, Ella, and Adrian must take to find their strength, their duty, their destiny.

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Monday at lunch, Jack and Ella settled on the grassy school quad. The morning haze, a gray dullness, hung over them. Ella in a long skirt and T-shirt printed with her favorite saying played her guitar. Jack ate slowly, as Ella gently strummed a Joan Baez song. She let the last chord vibrate in the air. “You look far away today, Jack.” “Just thinking.” “Worried about the big game?” She strummed a C chord. “Not really. I’m ready for those guys.” As crucial as the Arvin game was to his chances for a scholarship, his head spun with Herm, the sheriff, and lost combine. He needed to set all that aside. But how? “You’re worried about losing that combine, aren’t you?” He shrugged and glanced off into the haze. Herm’s beat-up face filled him with too many questions, ones he would rather not ask. “What do you think happened to it?” Jack did his best to suppress a frown. He spent the next twenty minutes explaining how Sheriff Grant found Herm Gordon face down in the mud and how their combine had gone missing. Short of stealing someone else’s machine and selling it to pay the taxes, he didn’t have too many ideas about what he could do to save his mom’s place. “Jack, you have to protest. Write to the newspaper. Make noise until the sheriff finds your combine. Someone knew you needed that money to save your property.” Ella’s sense of urgency hovered over her, an impending sense of doom that required her to stand up and shout to drive it away. She had been this way since he first met her, always ready to protest. Vietnam had taken up most of her attention. But it was their trip to Berkeley a couple of years ago that had set her on fire, and had almost got Jack arrested in front of Sproul Hall. Two years ago, their sophomore debate team had joined the junior and senior team on a field trip to UC Berkeley to observe a statewide competition. They left Delano before dawn and talked for the entire four-hour bus ride. That was something he had never done with any girl. They sat across from each other, an aisle between them. Her darting green eyes held his interest. Life shot out of them, beautiful and intelligent in the same instant. They debated the war in Vietnam, who killed JFK, the likelihood of a gunman on the grassy knoll, the Selma march, the Freedom Riders, Malcolm X, the Black Panthers—she had an opinion on everything. Mostly, she made sense. The girl’s intensity at times unsettled him, but it mostly intrigued him. During the debate competition in a Berkeley auditorium, shortly after the lunch break, Ella leaned into him in the dark. “Meet me outside on the steps in a few minutes.” Without waiting for an answer, she rose and disappeared. Jack stewed in his seat, trying to figure out what she was up to. He wouldn’t miss much if he left. Besides, her sense of adventure piqued him. A few minutes later, he found her outside the glass doors on the steps. In the breeze, her brown hair, straight and long, riffled across her mischievous smile. “There’s an FSM rally on the other side of the campus. Go with me. We’ll be back in plenty of time.” “A what?” he asked. “You know, the Free Speech Movement. Please, go with me,” she pleaded with her green eyes. “Mario Savio is going to speak.” From the way she threw out his name, he was someone Jack should know. He had never heard of the Free Speech Movement, or Savio, whoever he was. Jack glanced back to the doors. “They’ll be in there for hours.” She took his hand. He marveled at her warm grasp. He liked it. They made their way through a maze of buildings. She must have had this all planned out. She led him directly to a large plaza packed with students milling about. Some sat, most stood talking and smoking, and clouds of strange smelling smoke wafted over the crowd. A line of cops stood on the fringes of the crowd. They fidgeted with their batons. The two of them were so far back, they could hardly make out what the speaker was saying. Ella pushed her way toward the front, and Jack held on. Had she done this before? She stopped when they were about twenty feet from the speaker, who read a list of students who were being expelled. People were booing. A new speaker came to the microphone, a tall wiry-haired student in a white shirt and sheepskin-lined jacket. Electricity seemed to shoot right out of his hair. The crowd around Jack murmured, likely wondering what this guy was going to say. Ella squeezed his hand tighter. He didn’t dare let go of her, afraid they’d get separated in the jostling crowd. The crowd hushed when the man with the electric hair started to speak. He had a machine-gun delivery. His message burst from him with so much energy the entire crowd leaned in for more. His lips moved like waves, every word coated with fire. I ask you to consider if this university is a firm…we’re the raw materials. And we don’t mean to be made into any product…to be bought by anyone. We’re human beings! The crowd applauded, and Ella loosed her hand to clap and shout. There’s a time the operation of the machine becomes so odious… you can’t take part. You’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears…upon the levers… and you’ve got to make it stop.…Unless you’re free, the machine won’t be prevented from working. The crowd broke into more applause. Kids were yelling their agreement. Jack wasn’t clear what machine the guy was talking about, or what freedom he didn’t have, and what gears needed to be stopped. Then the speaker introduced Joan Baez, and the crowd went crazy with chatter and clapping. She started singing a Bob Dylan song, and a hush fell over everyone. How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind… Ella hopped up and down on the balls of her feet. Baez started up another song, “We shall overcome…,” and everyone joined in, the crowd swayed with the words. Something great, something powerful was about to break open here. He took Ella’s hand, and she gave him a complicit smile. She held him tight as if she feared she would float away in the euphoria of the moment. When the song ended, she pulsed forward. Jack dared not let her go as they slipped between applauding students who hovered around the famous singer. Ella ascended right up to the great Joan Baez, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, her guitar slung over her neck. Ella tried to talk calmly, but she only stammered. “Did you want an autograph, honey?” Ella had a confused look as if the question she wanted to ask had slipped away. “Do you go to school here?” Ella shook her head. “Delano High School.” “Look,” Baez pointed over Ella’s shoulder. “You guys got to get out of here. There’s going to be trouble.” At the far end of the crowd, cops were forcing students to move. Cop cars with lights flashing swarmed into the quad forcing students toward them. Panicked voices, screams, and shouting rose in the quad. Police vans rolled into the quad, lights flashing, the short squawks of their sirens stirred up the crowd.

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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

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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."

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

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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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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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