#arvin russell au

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The Backwoods AU

A Special Sort of Craving (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

The Detour (Thor, MCU)

The Stranger (Chris, Destroyer)

Forget-Me-Not (Loki, MCU)

The Farmer’s Daughter (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

The Rebound (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

Second Best (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Crossed Wires (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob & Cole Turner, Ghosted)

Daddy Lesson (Rafe Cameron, OBX, Outer Banks)

All Things End (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)

THTH (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Called To Duty (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

Unmanageable (Pete Brenner, Pain Hustlers)

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All Things End 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Arvin Russell

Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end's meet.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shoulders bangs and you falter, setting the bag of flour back on the flat. It’s been bothering you lately, mostly in the mornings. The joint burns when you raise your arm too far and there’s a knot right under your shoulder blade. You hold back a grunt and try again, heaving the heavy sack onto the shelf, a dusting puffing onto your apron.

You reach for the next but find it no easier. Before you can take the next, it’s lifted out of your grasp and easily placed on the stack. You look up at the man as he grins at you. You know him but everyone knows everyone around here. 

You might know his name but you don’t know much of Arvin Russell. He’s younger than you, much younger. You knew his father when he was still around but he died years ago. Funny how those things go.

“Let me get this” he chimes and hauls another sack onto the shelf. 

You stand straight, hands on your hips, “please, you don’t gotta… it’s my job.”

“They got a lady like you doing all this?” He asks as he tosses another like it’s nothing. Are they really that heavy or are you just getting weaker?

“Really, I can’t let you–” you grab the other end of the sack in his hands.

“I don’t mind,” he insists.

“That’s nice but my manager–”

“Ah, don’t worry about him,” he shrugs and a strand of his reddish hair droops down his forehead.

“Really, it’s fine,” you tug on the sack again.

“My mama taught me not to let a lady do the heavy lifting,” he argues.

“Well, I’m sure she meant the young pretty ones,” you wrestle away the bag and do you best not to teeter, “you’re nice but I gotta do this.”

He lingers, watching you, waiting for you to falter. You hold your breath as you ignore the fire in your shoulder. You’re embarrassed. When you were his age, it wouldn’t be a real task. He can’t understand the way the years eat away at you, though you suspect he understands some things.

“I didn’t know you worked here,” he says as he takes a can from the shelf, paying special attention to the baking powder label.

“Couple months ago…” you say vaguely.

“Mmm,” he nods and puts the can back, “I… awful what happened to your old man.”

“Yours too,” you counter and cringe, “sorry, I–”

“It’s okay, you get it,” he says, “never really goes away, does it?”

You shake your head, “not really.” 

You drop the last bag on the shelf and huff. You wipe your hands on your apron and grab the dolly handle, pumping the flat up on the wheels. Arvin steps back to the other side of the shelf to clear your path.

“Thanks,” you steer past him.

“No problem,” he hums, “have a good one.”

You keep on, turning the flat towards the warehouse doors. You push through the swinging doors and leave it with the rest for Casey to load or unload. You roll your shoulder but it only makes it worse. You whimper and kick the doors open with your foot as you go back onto the floor.

There’s no hiding since you started at the grocery store. Every face is familiar, every eyes is judging, they all know who you are, and they all look at you with pity. The whispers are often louder than that. 

‘Poor thing.’ ‘Did you hear how her husband went?’ ‘Never even had a child.’ ‘Never one that lived.’ 

Your grief makes for good gossip. You ignore their wagging tongues. You need money if you want to keep the house and what Ben left behind, isn’t enough to last. It’s the only thing left of him and you can’t let it go.

You go up to cash and take over at the till. Lynette puts her basket on the counter as she greets her in her crowlike voice. She’s the worst of them. Everyone knows she sits on her phone and makes her rounds, calling to gather intel like some mafioso.

“Did ya hear?” She beams, “Molly’s having a fifth.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” you put on a fake smile as you play minion.

“Don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, though I think she’s got enough of both–” she suddenly covers her mouth, “oh, hon, I forgot, I’m so sorry–”

“Hm? What do you mean?” You hold back your agitation.

Of course it wasn’t an accident. She’s needling for something. She wants to see you crack. Life hasn’t been kind but you’re just fine with it. You’re getting on.

“It’s just… I know it’s been hard and now… Benny’s gone…”

“Ben,” you correct her, unable to restrain that ounce of distaste, “it’s life.”

“Mmm, you have my sympathies,” she places her hand over her heart as you scan a dozen can of discount tuna. She must have a pantry full of Atlantic skipjack.

You grumble as you focus on your work. She won’t get much from you but you sure she’ll make something up. She’s got too much time for her own good. Her only hobby is talking. You read out her total and accept her check, tucking it under the drawer. Only your goodbye is genuine as you’re all too happy to see the back of her.

You look over as Arvin approaches. Unlike Lynette, he takes the items from his basket and sets them on the counter. You could sing just at the simple consideration. You ask him if he wants a bag as you start scanning.

“Should just need the one,” he says, “slow day?”

“Always is around here,” you shrug, wincing at the tug in your shoulder.

“Don’t mind, it’s my day off,” he smiles, “but I hope it goes by quickly for you.”

“Eh,” you mutter as you put a can of maple beans in the paper bag. Those were Ben’s favourite, you’d make him with sausage and a bit of your blueberry chutney. “Hope you’re not spending your whole day doing errands.”

“Just this,” he says brightly. You look at him as he beams, watching you with that grin. He’s polite, his father would be proud. “How much do I owe ya?”

You give him his total and he counts out bills from his wallet. You return his change and a receipt. He tucks them away as you go to grab his bag. He’s quicker, scooping it away before you can get it.

“I got it,” he says, “you take it easy.”

“Uh, thanks, have a good day,” you stand straight and your cheek ticks as a strike of lightning runs up the back of your neck.

“Shoulder won’t get any better if you don’t,” he tuts as he struts around the end of the counter.

You furrow your brow as you watch him go. He offers a small wave before he sets his sights to the exit. You turn back to the till and grip the edge of the counter. How did he know?

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Lewis Pullman Characters Masterlist

Outer Range

Oneshots

My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)

Half the reason you’re in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.

Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)

Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.

The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)

You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

I’ll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)

Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K) Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.

Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)

When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

Drabbles

Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)

You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.

I get on my knees, but it ain’t to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)

In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.

Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)

Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)

When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.

Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)

After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.

Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)

If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.

Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)

You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.

Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)

A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.

Series

Stand By Me Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.

Small Mistakes New Beginnings Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.

Headcanons

Jealous Rhett

Rhett and Cowboy!Jake Crossover

Being Rhett’s Housewife

Teasing Rhett

Moodboards

Practical Magic AU

Top Gun

One Shots

All The Right Moves (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Drabbles

Eager to Please (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He’s the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

No Wingman Needed  (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | General l 700)

When Hangman realizes you like Bob and Phoenix he tries to help.

Headcanons

The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Moodboards

The Astronaut's Wife AU

Bad Times at the El Royale

Oneshots

Little Games (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 1.4K)

Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself. 

Saving You (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Mature l 1K)

Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

Series

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like (Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | Ongoing)

Your life changes the night a mysterious stranger rescues you, but you'll soon learn that salvation comes at a deep cost.

Drabbles

Sleeping Beauty (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 820)

Sometimes it’s easier for Miles when you’re quiet.

Press Play

The Small Things (Harrison Knott x Plus Size!Librarian!F!Reader | Mature | Ongoing Series)

A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected

♡Main Masterlist♡

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𖥔 ✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 | Laurie Laurence x soft!dark!female!reader

I’ll sit and watch your car burn With the fire you started in me

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We are drawn to each other To the power, the passion But beware what awaits you Through the laws of attraction

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Run far and fast…

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In the meadows.

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On Steve’s birthday, a friendly gesture on your behalf leads to more than you could bargain for.

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You try to continue the date like "normal" after Bucky's promise.

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You talk to Addison, but may have dug a deeper hole for yourself. Bucky has a chat with you, too.

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The apothecary is empty, treasures could be within, but you might get more than you bargained for.

By ⚡︎Viva⚡︎ @xoxovivafics

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You were one of the popular girls in high school. Now you’re back home for the summer and you and the queen bee are getting weird phone calls. But what if this is only the beginning of the horror?

By ✧Bella✧ @madwomansapologist

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐓 | Usopp x strawhat!reader

With loguetown ahead of the crew, usopp finds comfort on your shared moments. talking, working or in complete silence: he loves them all.

𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 | Agatha Harkness x female!reader

Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 | Shan Yu x female!reader

for shan yu, you are his destiny. for you, he is the man that kidnapped you. love at first sight is a tale as old as time. he just didn't expect you wouldn't believe in it.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍 | Tanjiro Kamaro x Hashira!Reader

tanjiro was accused of treason, and there was more than enought proof for you to cut his head and damn his existence. that was your duty as a hashira. but as a friend, you couldn't. you could never.

By 𖠰Nat𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𖥔 ✶ 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍 | Mr. Freezy (Bobby) x hitwoman!fem reader (kitten)

Some things never change…

By ఌBam Bamఌ @buzzkillers

𖥔 ✶ 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | Namor x black!female!reader

You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.

By ✬Astro✬ @eulalielatibule

𖥔 ✶ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 | dark!silverfox!Andy Barber x innocent!female!reader

By 𓆸Rika𓆸 @fushic0re

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | Rika x Toni Fushiguro

Self ship moodboard

By ⚘Akane⚘ @haravath0t

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆... | Alhaitham x Akane

Self ship post

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Hey! Just checking in and i just want to give some love to your aesthetics because they have their own album in my photos just so i can appreciate and think about these characters you got me simping after!

Also i was possibly wondering if you could possibly give descriptions of all your characters i just got out of a huge art block and i wanna draw farmer and also most of your cast. Ive tried already but id like to see them from your eyes and what you think they look like! I would also like to share them if you do but please know there is no pressure and if you already have descriptions i apologize i just get lost in your wonderful content!

Also, I hope you're doing well! - wave anon

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Ok, my time of mourning is over. Also, I fell asleep so my bad. Anyway! Let's try this again.

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Hi! So good to hear from you again. How are you? Oh my goodness that is so cool! I’m so glad you like them!

Of course, I can! It would be my pleasure. I would love to see them but no pressure at all if life gets in the way or you change your mind. No need to apologise! I usually keep descriptions of the yanderes to a minimum just because I know everyone has different types, so I like that people can imagine the type of person they want. Although I do have to imagine them to write so I love sharing that, even though “canonically” they look however the reader wishes them to look. I usually use face claims cause I am lazy at trying to make a new face or mix and match, but there are small differences here and there. Also, you’re gonna make me cry! I am so flattered you wanted to draw my characters; it is honestly surreal!

So, let’s start with the FARMER. So, the farmer is unique compared to my other ocs just cause the reader gets to see him at different stages of his life (although AUs). The older farmer is anywhere in age between 35-50 (depending on what the reader prefers) and is the stereotypical good-looking’’ but rough farmer you see in tv shows and movies. His face claim is Josh Lucas in Yellowstone. He wears mainly dark jeans with a grey tee and long-sleeved collared shirts over the top. He does not go outside without his hat. His hair is dark brownish and long enough that he has to rake it back to put his hat back on, and he also has a ‘70s moustache, with some stubble, even if he shaved yesterday.

YOUNGER FARMER is a little different though, he's between 23-29. I had Brian Van Holt as Bo Sinclair as his face claim, especially in how he acts a bit, but now I also have Lewis Pullman in Outer Range as Rhett Abbott as another face claim. Both suit really well, but Rhett is honestly just that bit better. I haven’t watched the show but from the stills I’ve seen, he suits the vibe really well. But as long as he is clean-shaven and wears similar clothes to old man farmer, it's the younger farmer. I see him wearing a lot of baseball/trucker caps. Most likely he only has one he wears to death and that’s why he doesn’t wear it anymore when he’s older cause it literally doesn’t exist anymore.  I don't see his hair being as long as Rhett's though, maybe even like Arvin Russel's hair from devil all the time. Longish, but not long enough.

FISHERMAN is someone that took me forever to decide what he looks like. I was torn between a lean or beefy fisherman. Thankfully the decision was made for me when I saw a still from the movie the lighthouse of Robert Patterson standing over the top of someone. Also, that movie (even though I haven’t seen it) is a big inspiration for the fisherman. The insanity and derangement of the characters are perfect, and I have quite stills saved in my Pinterest. So yeah, Robert Patterson in that movie is kinda my inspo for the fisherman. My fisherman though is still a little bit more muscular, just a bit. Nothing too crazy, just enough that the reader in my head gets a bit intimidated when they try and stand their ground. Also, I see his hair being much shorter, maybe even cropped on both sides (not to the point of it being shaved off though) but the 19th-century-looking facial hair has to stay though I think, it builds character. He wears a lot of woollen jumpers and rough fabric and looks very weathered and grey.

OK OK, HEAR ME OUT. I have a very particular face claim for KILLER, that has been rattling around my head for over two years even though I only wrote him last year. But killer has to look like Mario Casas in The Skin of the Wolf (at least in my mind). If you want to look, def put the name of the movie as well otherwise the vibes disappear real quick. Anyway, I won’t bore you with a summary of the movie or why it has to be him (Although it is a really good movie, made me cry, and I refused to finish it cause I knew it was about to end in more tears, so in my mind him and his - kinda forced- wife live happily ever after, he sucks - in a kinda hot way- as a person though, great movie for yandere inspo). Ok, so he's really tall, really buff, really dirty looking and then kinda mash him with Thomas Hewitt in the fact he looks like he could bench press a car. Kinda that vibe. Hair is wild, messy, and matted in some places, and his beard is just a mess at this point.

The VIKING is another one that took forever for me to make a choice on how he looks. I actually saved a pic in my Pinterest that was how I view him forever until I realised it was a god of war concept art (nothing wrong with that! but I didn't want to make it fanficish). So he's the only one where I legit have mashed together pieces of people together to get the best out of him. He definitely has long facial hair (not super long, but long compared to nowadays), and he has long hair and a scar running diagonally across one of his eyes. I literally use every attractive man in every Viking-inspired movie or tv show for him so run wild with him! I would love to see how you view him.

ELI is another one I have a very particular face claim for (but you don't have to draw them like that! It just helps me visualise what's happening). I have him down as Jack O'Connell in Godless, but also as Hoyt Rawlins from Walker Independence (A new development for me, it was just the other guy FOR MONTHS). While the other guy is how I view him looking, Hoyt is definitely how he acts, almost spot on. It was crazy watching it and going holy shit! a blonde happy-go-lucky gunslinger cracking jokes at every possible second, it's just Eli but without the whole werewolf thing. He definitely has shorter hair than my other ocs, he keeps it cut quite close, but his beard is something he doesn't really care for, mainly cause it doesn't grow very thick, so he doesn't have to worry. He's got dirty blonde hair, bordering brown but still blonde.

Ok, so the MAD KING is one I'm really happy I changed my mind for. I had him as the evil prince from a letter to the king. But he looks very young and actually not that threatening if you take all the armour off him. Very boyish and not someone you would call a mad king, mad/evil/wicked prince yes, but not a king. But you know someone that looks like a king? Dev Patel in The Green Knight. Oh boy, I am obsessed. The shots of him in the crown and on the throne? Perfect, literally perfect. Now imagine being the queen standing beside him, tears in your eyes and having to hold his hand while yours shakes, your marriage being announced to the kingdom. It fits. So yeah def him, I didn't really change much, the hair and everything suit so yeah. But once again you don't have to draw just actors/characters! If you want to add something in or change things around go for it! Draw for enjoyment!

Lucky last! ALWYN! He was another one who didn't really have someone as a face claim until recently. I just imagined him with scruffy dark hair, dark eyes and a bit muscly. However, I do now use Alex Garcia when he has longish hair. But that's just kind of a placeholder. The guy who played gwaine is another good inspo. But Alwyn always changes how he looks in my mind when I write so I'm happy with whatever!

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Haha, jokes I'm including the SHEEP SHEARER fella for funsies. Ok so I haven't made a decision on the face claim, and I would really want to see how you'd view him. No pressure to draw though!! You do it for yourself, forget about me! I know I literally haven't written a word about him, but I'm planning on setting it late 19th century and having the reader be the niece of the sheep farmer. The reader comes from a pretty well-off family and is visiting her uncle for a little bit. Anyway, she catches the eye of literally every non-related male on the property and since it's a shearing season, there are also a good twenty other men on top of her uncle's workers vining for her attention. I want to make her a little bit naive and not really understanding why all these men want to be her friend, but the sheep shearer, who will be getting a name cause fuck typing that six times, (Probs gonna be Lachlan, shortened to lochy, its a very common name here and apparently not very common elsewhere. although uk probs has it) does. And he hates it. He isn't the best with women, not as smooth as his mates, but he won't let this one get away.

Anyway!!! Thank you for sending this though and all the best!!!!!!!!!

[spideyanakin]

ani's archives

as i progress in my art, so do my fics, and that's why in here, you can find links to some of my really old works that need a lot of dusting, but I didn't have the heart to delete <3

most are currently being rewritten, or you can find all my already dusted stories on my masterlist

archived masterelists

Peter Parker

Tom Holland

Arvin Russell

Peter Parker (archived works)

Hello There! (series)

➾ Your ship crashed on earth after a dangerous mission, the Avengers see you as an Alien, Peter Parker knows exactly where you come from.

Time tells (Eternals!reader) (series)

➾ After living decades of loneliness, you finally found a family, someone to love. But what will happen when the Deviants reappear, and you discover that your purpose wasn’t what you thought

Far From Home (series)

➾ Coming from another reality yourself, what will happen when you see straight through the lies of the mysterious Quentin Beck. 

Dragon eyes

➾ After years of being in a mental hospital the Avengers found you and decide to make you their new recruit. 

Jokes On You (B99 Au)

➾ Jake is the only cop who’s ever managed to capture Spider-man.

Hey there Y/n Song Au

There’s a Possibility

Ice cold

A Walk in The Skies (Calsifer!reader)

Eddie Munson

Let me be your Harley

➾ Eddie thinks he isn't good enough for you

Cedric Diggory

Heather

➾ ‘As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, she’s got you mesmerized.’ Cedric is oblivious to your feelings, so you end up watching as he dates a girl that isn't you. Will the two of you get a happy ending?

Anakin skywalker

Even the best of us

➾ Years after the fall of the republic, and even years after the fall of the empire, your feelings for Anakin still cloud your mind.

[sunshinesteviee]

emma's 8k celebration playlist!

hi lovies!! welcome to my 8k follower celebration!! it's been a while since i've done any kind of celebration/sleepover, so i figured now's the perfect time! i can't thank you all enough for being here! just a few rules, and then we'll jump into it!

i'll be writing for steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, tom holland, peter parker (mcu & tasm), and arvin russell

(feel free to send me hcs about any of the older stranger things gang, but I'll only be writing blurbs for steve & robin & eddie)

tentative deadline will be dec 1.

send as many as you want, but please send them in separate asks! it'll be easier for me to answer/sort.

anything nsfw will be tagged as such

feel free to send blurb requests with aus or tropes, too! we all know how much i'm a sucker for dad!au and friends to lovers trope, but anything is welcome!

i will get to as many as i can!! if you sent something and i have yet to get to it, i'm likely working on, but feel free to ask :)

MY PLAYLIST

everywhere, everything - send me a line from a song, book, or movie/tv show and a character, and i'll write a blurb for you!

i want your video - send me some smutty thoughts i'll write a lil blurb!

satellite - send me a hc you have about a character and we'll talk about it!

fireproof - send me your favorite songs (since this is a playlist after all) and i'll listen to it! alternatively, tell me about your favorite book or movie or show! always need new stuff to consume! or ask about my favorites!!

sweet nothing (for mutuals only!) - send me this, and i'll make you a mini moodboard and give you a song that reminds me of you!

gonna tag some mutuals ily all so much omg

@familyvideostevie @sparklingsin @harringtonswriting @tastesupremacy @storybookholland @spideystevie @cagethemunson @seolaseoul @cutetomholland @toms-gf @hollandsangel @userholland @tomdutch @unstablecaffeinatedmind

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All Things End 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss (death, miscarriage), and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Arvin Russell

Summary: Newly widowed, you take a job at the local grocer to make end’s meet.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shoulder only gets worse. When you tell your supervisor about it, he’s unfazed as he sends you to restock the cans of tuna. Those are small, he suggests. No matter, the repetitive motion only tweaks the knot firmly lodged beneath your shoulder blade. 

When you finish your shift, you’re almost in tears. You still need to haul your own groceries home as you spend twenty minutes collecting the bare essentials. Even the light load feels like pushing a boulder up a hill as you leave through the front doors. 

You wince as you cross the lot, searching out the beaten up Volkswagen. You stop as you see the bumper sticker, heart dropping at the reminder. You remember that road trip and how you rolled your eyes at Ben when he slapped the sticker onto the car. You tried but it wouldn’t peel off. 

You stop and lean the bag against the hatch. Ugh, just the thought of driving makes your muscles roar. It’s not far. 

You lift the bag again and a pang ripples up your neck. You cry out and drop your armful, the can clunking heavily as the brown paper splits and sends your groceries scattering. You slap a hand on the car and reach to shakily rub your neck. 

You quiver out a gasp as you look down at the mess. You slide your hand down the metal and groan as you reach for the can of mixed beans. It’s scooped up before you can get your fingers around the dented tin. 

“You alright?” Arvin asks as he gathers up the smattering of groceries. 

“Yeah, I… tripped.” 

“You know,” he stands, hugging the loose goods, “I told you to take it easy.” 

You look at him in exasperation, he means well. Still, good advice isn't always practical. You have to work. You need the paycheck. 

“I know, thanks,” you reach for his armful. 

“Let me,” he insists as he steps closer, “pop the trunk.” 

You groan and turn to shove the key into the slot, pulling up the hatch halfway until it opens all the way. You drag the empty box from the corner for him to put the groceries in. He puts them into the cardboard as you lean on the bumper and cradle your shoulder. 

“You think you can drive like that?” He asks. 

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist through gritted teeth. 

“Is that true or just something you say?”  

“Look, I appreciate it but you don’t need to worry that much. Enjoy not having to while you can,” you say. 

“I see someone who needs help and I help,” he shrugs, “it’s what my ma taught me to do. If she was still around, I hope she’d be proud of that.” 

You wince and look away. It can’t be easy losing a parent young. You regret being so defensive and over what? Your bum shoulder? If she were alive, his mother might be around your age. Maybe that’s why he’s so concerned. 

“Thanks, Arvin, that’s considerate, I’m sure she would be,” you force a smile. “I can drive, I got another arm--” 

“Isn’t safe like that,” he shakes his head, “please, I can give ya a lift. I’ll walk back into town--” 

You open your mouth but stop yourself from repeating that mantra ‘it’s fine’. Your mouth slants and you tilt your head one way then the other. You sigh through your nose. You really just want to lay down with some ice. 

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” You ask. 

He grins and shakes his head, hair flopping, “’fraid I can’t.” 

You nod and hold out the keys, “shifter sticks, make sure you give it a wiggle.” 

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Arvin drives confidently up the country roads. Everyone knows where everyone lives around here, even as the roads wind into the thicker brush. He slows as he comes onto the gravel road that leads to your marital homestead. Each time you see the arch of branches that crest the clearing, you’re reminded of the day you moved in. With Ben. 

There’s not much else left of him there. The pieces you did keep of your happiest years are all hidden away. More sore reminders of the lost. Aside from the stubborn rose bush. The petals are just as bright and pink as when Ben put it in. Your first year anniversary gift; it would be almost twenty if he was here. 

Your shoulder tweaks and the pain stokes the tears behind your eyes. You wiggle your nose and shake off the grief. It’s just this damn knot. It’s got you all twisted up. 

Arvin stops gently, the axle grinding loudly with the worn brakes, and he turns the engine off. You unbuckle your belt as he frees the keys and does the same. He’s quick but most people are quicker than you right now. 

He comes around to open your door before you can. You thank him as you get out, your purse dropping off your lap. He bends to pick it up first 

“Get yourself inside,” he hands you the keys, “I’ll get your things.” 

“You really don’t--” 

“I can hear it in your voice, just like those whiny brakes. I’ll have a look at those too,” he insists. 

“Arvin,” you utter, awash with embarrassment. 

“That shoulder won’t get any better if you keep being stubborn,” he grips the top of the car door. 

“What would you know? You got some years before you gotta worry about all this?” You kid as you slump your injured shoulder and touch it daintily. 

“I know pain when I see it and I know you’ve had enough of that,” he says, “go on. Let me get my good deed done for the day.” 

You nod and can’t help the tug in your lips. Right. He sees an old lady in need. You’re under no illusions. You know your age, you know what you’ve lost, you know what other people think. They pity you. Somehow, you hoped he wouldn’t share that. 

You sniff and step past him. You make your way up the front steps with tunnel vision. You try not to see the empty flowerboxes or the broken bench. The things Benny would have taken care of. 

You let yourself in but aren’t fast enough to keep the screen door from clattering into your shoulder. You cry out and stumble, catching yourself against the bigger inner door. You drop the keys. You don’t even need them. No one in Hammer Ford locks their doors. 

“Woah, hey,” Arvin’s footfalls rush up onto the porch, “everything okay? What happened?” 

You cling to the door hand and shakily look back at him, “nothing,” your voice is brittle, “the door... hit me.” 

“Ah gee,” he frowns, “come on,” he urges you in with his hand on your lower back, “you needa just relax, miss.” 

[nellbookmarks]

bookmarks !

📺 tv tags criminal minds: alvez / hotch / morgan / reid fallout prime: cooper / lucy / maximus got: jaime lannister / sandor clegane hotd: see here pjotv: ares / luke / poseidon / sally stranger things: robin / jason / hopper / dmitri succession: see here the bear: carmy / richie / syd true detective: rust cohle / peter prior tslocg: leighton murray yellowjackets: jackie / shauna you netflix: joe / love

🎬 movie tags challengers: art / tashi / multiple marvel: captain america / zemo star wars: see here tdatt: arvin russell thg: finnick odair x-men: wolverine

🔮 alternate universe tags modern au / soulmate au / social media au

nsfw / platonic

[asonofpeter]

Planting Seeds

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

Summary: You and Arvin live your lives on a farm.

Warnings: smut, fluff, 18+

requests are open for this au!

Oneshots:

His Girl *

Arvin has to make sure the men in town know you're his girl.

Predictions

Your midwife predicts the sex of your baby, but Arvin isn't too sure how reliable it is.

Blurbs:

Aftercare with Arvin

[writingtheafterglow]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩

tom holland x reader

fc: jade thirlwall

a/n: I have a few requests I still need to complete but, me and @thirlwallsholland came up with these post ideas so i decided to make it. Enjoy!

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Liked by y/instagram and 1,678,980 others

tomholland2013 I think I'm officially dead. R.I.P me.

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tomfan51 simp mode activated

y/nlover she's gorgeous...so I can understand

y/instagram thank you bub 🥺

tomholland2013 no problem darling. I love you <3

samholland1999 oh god...it already started

hazosterfield your simp side is showing, mate

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tomholland2013 what a cutie <3 @y/instagram

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y/nlover TOM IF YOU DON'T WIFE HER UP ALREADY THEN I WILL!!!

tomfan51 we have to stan

y/instagram I love you sm 🥰

tomholland2013 but I love you more

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tomholland2013 LOIK AT HPW HOTT MU GURLFRIWND ISSDS! BET YOTRE ALLL JEALOYYS 😍😍😍😘😘😘

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y/nlover yes tom, we are all jealous

tomfan51 someone's drunk

hazosterfield mate, how many drinks did you have?

tomholland2013 A L OTTT TTT DHFNK

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tomholland2013 come ere drling I anna kss ou!!!

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tomholland2013 had the perfect date with my love, @y/instagram. I'm the luckiest guy ever 🥰

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perrieedwards stop this is so cute wtf-

tomfan51 this is so wholesome...I'm sobbing

y/nlover welp there goes my wife...totally not crying...

domholland this is so adorable. miss my son and future daughter in law ❤

tomholland2013 miss you too dad

y/instagram miss you too, future father in law 🥰

y/instagram you're my person <3

tomholland2013 you're mine <3

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[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Prompt list -

Fluff

- “Snuggle with me, pls”

- “Your the best, huggie now!”

- “wait are you wearing my clothes?”

- “Your adorable when sleeping,”

- “You Smell like heaven, My Love,”

- “Yes, I love you baby,”

- “Hold me close, don’t let go,”

Smut

- “Come sit on my lap, Darling,”

- “Hey hey, it’s ok! Daddy’s got you,sweetheart,”

- “You, me right here right now,”

- “Your staying round mine? Well clothing ban this weekend,”

-“You want to straddle me, princess,”

-“I’ll take care of you, Darling,”

-“You miss me, baby,”

More will be added, Requests are closed for your ideas as well as these Prompts!

I write Fluff and Smut, sometimes Angst too!

Characters that I write for are -

Tom Holland + AUs such as KOH,Prince,Merman and Mobster

Arvin Russel

Peter Parker

Nathan Drake

Jeremiah Fisher

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

[tom-holland-parker]

Could I make a request where a guy almost crashes into Arvin’s car and when he tells the reader about the guy, she’s hesitant to tell him he’s her ex and when he finds out he gets into a fight with the guy (who’s jealous btw) and a lot of fluff at the end.

Word Count: 876

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Warning: Violence, small mention of blood and drinking

Masterlist

“Woah what happened to your car” You asked Arvin as you got into the passenger side

“Some son of a bitch who does know how to drive almost crashed into me, scratched up the entire side” he was aggravated, you could tell by the way he finished one cigarette and then lit another one right after.

You chuckled, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and flicking it out the window, “Point him out and I’ll beat him up”

Arvin looked at you, smiling at how adorable you looked, “And you claim I’m the violent one”

“I’m not the one who always has bruises on my hands”

Arvin rolled his eyes as he pulled out the driveway of your house, “So darling, where do you want to go?”

“You ask me this all the time and I always give you the same answer, take me wherever you want. I just want to spend time with you” Arvin rolled his eyes at your response, lighting another cigarette as he began to drive to the deserted field just outside of town where you and him often spent time.

Unfortunately minutes after you arrive the field was taken over by the loud voice of a drunk man

You scoffed, sitting up from the hood of the car where you’d been laying. The second your eyes landed on him your body tensed, slowly filling with anxiety. David Baker, your ex boyfriend who couldn’t accept that you two weren’t together anymore. You’d broken up with him months ago but he was still bitter and used every opportunity he could to bother you.

Arvin noticed your change in demeanor as he sat up from his spot next to you, “God dammit. That's the son of a bitch who scratched my car” He whispered under his breath as he gently grabbed your wrist, “Go wait in-”

He was cut off quickly by the slurred voice of David, “Well well well looks like we meet again Arvin” he stumbled closer to the car, smiling we he saw you, “and with none other than y/n”

“David get out of here” You said with an aggravated tone as you stood next to Arvin who looked to you confused.

“You know him?” Arvin whispered as he instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist in a desperate attempt to protect you. You shrugged, not sure if you should tell him that David was your ex. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than 4 months and it wasn’t anything truly serious. “Not really, he just likes to start trouble”

You were lying, Arvin knew you were. He’d opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the cackling laughter that escaped David, “Not really? I didn’t know you could hook up with someone for a few months and still not know them”

You felt Arvin’s grip on your waist tighten, “We never did anything but kiss, stop spreading lies” You shouted in anger.

“Yeah and then you broke up with me”

“Because you were acting like you owned me, you wouldn’t allow me to see my friends. I had to spend every moment watching you get drunk with your friend and then try to force yourself on to me every night”

Arvin was angry, not that you lied, although he was annoyed by that, but because of the experience this boy put you through. He quickly turned your around to look at him, “Go wait in the car, turn up with music and read your book”

You knew better than to argue with him when he was like this so you did as you were told and sat in the car, the radio played music that you hummed along to as you looked at your book. You were too distracted by the muffled grunt and moans of pain that David was making as Arvin continuously punched him. Although you didn’t truly approve of the violence that Arvin did, you never got in the middle of it. Besides, David deserved to get punched.

By the time the song ended Arvin was making his way back into the car, you put down your book and pulled out your handkerchief, handing it to him as he put the keys in the ignition. Both of you watched as David limped away in pain. Arvin took the white cloth, staining it as he cleaned the blood off his hands, “Why didn’t you tell me he was your ex boyfriend”

You let out a deep breath as you picked at you nails, “because the second you said that he did that to your car I knew he did it because of me and I didn’t want you to get mad at me”

Arvin leaned back in his seat, looking at you as he gently grabbed your chin to make you face him, “I’m sorry that he treated you like such an asshole. It’s not your fault that he messed with my car, he made that decision not you”

He leaned down placing a quick kiss on your lips before driving out of the field, “Come on I’ll get you ice cream”

You nodded your head, moving to sit closer to him. Giving him a quick kiss before you rest you head on his shoulder

[hollandsmushroom]

Yearning

Arvin Russel x Reader

I wrote this in a day, it was just me satisfying my want to soft intense Arvin smut with some slight worshipping vibes, its unedited and thats really all. Um please comment and reblog!

best, Mae xoxo

Summary: Arvin walks in on you when you were too eager to wait for him. Um then Smut ensues with no plot. 

Warning: NSFW Content, Neediness, Horniness, Smutty filth, Porn Without A Plot, Face sitting, cum play, cum eating, sex, male penetration, Oral(F receiving) I think that that is all. 

You laid on your bed, a spring breeze blowing through your window that you had propped open with a cracked wooden spoon. You held your book above your face, eyes tracing the words that lined the pages as your fingers scratched off the fabric of the hard cover, the embossed lettered creating ridges that you could trace absentmindedly. You were not taking in any of the words in front of you, no matter how many times you reread the same sentence nothing seemed to stick. Eyes continuing to act out what you so desperately wanted to be focused on but you couldn’t, your mind was on the boy that you loved, wishing so much that the lines the pans of your fingers were pressing into were those of the valleys of his toned abdomen. You knew where this was going to lead but you wanted to hold off just a little longer, yearning for it to be his hands and not your own all too familiar one, but you knew he was at working, leaning under the hood of some dirty car, probably with was a cigarette dangling from  between his thin lips. These thoughts weren’t helping your current position, it felt like your heart was beating right beneath your skin as it began to flush, heat spreading down to between your legs and you knew that you were only delaying the inevitable at this point. The thoughts of him becoming rapidly more and more filthy, how his lips would suck your clit like they did the filter of a cigarette, kissing his way back up your squirming torso to your lips, the taste of you and nicotine intermingled on his tongue, spreading across your own. You clenched your eyes closed at this point, dropping your book to the side of you, thudding next to your head as you hitched up your skirt, letting the fabric lay just beneath your chest, hands quickly sliding back down to you cunt, slipping into the front of your panties. 

Teasing yourself you traced your lips, the touch causing a shiver to run down your spine, the touch was gentle and only made you want more, slipping between your folds and tapping your clit, your body jolting at the much needed friction.

“Couldn’t wait, could ya Doll?” The familiar twang came from your door, your eyes shot open at the noise, immediately retracting your hand from your cunt as you sat upright, looking at Arvin, his jean jacket thrown over one shoulder as he leaned against your door, his white t-shirt tainted with grease. 

“A-Arvin, you’re here” you began to shift your skirt down to cover your panties but before you could he shouldered himself off of the door jam, foot connecting with the wooden door causing it to swing closed. His hand caught your fluttering skirt before it could cover your dampened panties. 

“What do you think ya doing?”

“Co-covering up” you stuttered, hand grabbing the flesh of your inner thigh, digging his dirty fingernails into the yielding skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. 

“Who said that is what I wanted” he hummed as his hands began to trace higher on your skin, teasing the sensitive skin like you had been doing moments before. His eyes tore from yours and bore into your covered cover, your soft white cotton panties so soaked with your arousal that they had become transparent, admiring the folds and valleys of your swollen cunt, your bud showing at the top, your lips spread as he pushed your thighs farther apart. 

He kneeled between your legs, ducking his face down low as you watched his every movement, how the short hair on the back of his neck standing one end as a shiver ran down him and to his dick as the smell of your sweet cunt reached his nose, mouth watering as he nosed against the clothed bundle of nerves, leaving the freckled tip wet with your slickness. 

“Yer already wet, Sweets, tell me what you was thinkin’ bout?” he prompted as his breath ghosted over your flushed skin. Your mind was a jumble, your libido taking over your thoughts as you ran your fingers through Arvin’s hair. 

“Lips around my sweet spot and” your sentence was caught off as Arvin gently sank his teeth into your clit through the fabric of your underpants. 

“Whose lips, darling? Better have been mind” he practically growled, a possessiveness sneaking into his bloodstream as he tugged you even closer, moving your panties to the side revealing your core in all of its aroused glory, the smell of you took him over, his vision going dark as he dove in, all tongue and passion devouring your pussy. His lips wrapped around your clit and a loud shriek of his name ripped from the back of your throat, both at the surprise and pure pleasure that took over your body at his sudden actions. 

He pulled back from you making an involuntary whine escape your lips at the loss of much needed friction. He looked up at you with eyes blown wide with desire, wanting to feel and taste every inch of you. 

“Of course they was your lips, they always are” you assured and he groaned, palming the flesh off your ass through your skirt as he returned to his place happily between your thighs, nipping and sucking at the folds. 

He pulled away once again, leaving you cold as your damp core was exposed to the air. He moved to lay on the bed, his back flat against the slightly lumpy mattress. Sitting up a little he pulled you towards him, bringing one thigh over his chest as the other stayed where it was. 

“Arv, what ya doin’?” you inquired, whimpering as his t-shirt met your core, but you didn't stay there for long, his hands grasping your butt and pulling you up even higher so your core was hovering just above his face.

“Making you feel good” he slurred, before latching his arms around your waist like a seatbelt, pressing his face deep into your cunt as he began to lick stripes through your folds, loving the reaction it spread through your body above him. His tongue pushed through your muscular hole, pushing deep inside your vagina, licking the inside as far as he could go, stretching you very slightly. 

His tongue left your insides and returned to your clit, happily sucking on the bundle making you jolt. The feeling was almost too much, your hands gripping into his hair and tugging it from the roots as you felt your orgasm beginning to build through your body. 

“Arvin, baby, ‘m close,” he sucked hard at your words, laying a light smack on your ass as you ground down onto his face, urging you to do it more, which you did, bringing you to your orgasm as his tongue slipped through his lips a flicking your clit. Your thighs began to quake as the pleasure took over, your whole body tensing as you threw your head back moans leaving your mouth as he continued to suck to sustain you through your orgasms. He felt his dick twitch at the feeling of your cum dripping down his chin, your aroma taking over the tent that your skirt had made around his head, dizzyingly arousing. 

Once you finished he let his arms unwind from around your waist letting you fall next to him on your bend, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your energy had been drained. You felt Arvin moving away from you resulting in your eyelids fluttering open, eyeing his movements as he reached behind his back he tugged on the collar of his shirt. The stained white cotton disappearing his face for a moment as it exposed his toned chest, even though your orgasm wracked your mind you knew what you wanted, to touch him. Raising your slightly tired body you managed to sit up, reaching over and tracing your fingers along his abs that you had imagined doing earlier. He tensed under your touch as it grew closer and closer to the waistband of his loose boxers that his dick was straining against. He let you pull his underpants off, his dick springing free and slapping up against his abs, cum precum leaking from the tip and leaving a mark on his bare abs. 

He put one knee on the bed, between your spread legs, pushing you back onto the bed and lifting up your shirt, your nipples hardened as your breast became fully exposed to the air, the summer breeze cascading over your chest, fluttering the curtains and shadowing Arvin’s features.  His eyes locked with yours as you began to shimmy off your skirt but his hands wrapping around yours halted your movements. 

“Keep it on” he ordered as he began to hike it back up, your slick thighs chilling as they spread apart, no longer together to keep your cum from going cold. A cringe spread across your features at the feeling. “What’s the matter, Doll?” his features taking on a look of concern. 

“S’cold, Arv” you whined pitifully, his eyes crinkled as a grin spread across his cheeks, leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” he cheekily suggested as his tip teased through your folds, precum spreading across your clit as he rubbed his dick against it before slipping into you, filling you to the hilt. He stilled once he was fully inside of you, letting you adjust to being full of him, brushing a stray hair that had fallen on your forehead. 

“Move, Arvin” you begged, and he rapidly began, pulling out and thrusting back in, but slower than you expected, his foreskin dragging against your walls as you could feel him twitch, his veins twitching against your tight core. Your legs wrapped around Arvin’s waist, digging your heels into the small of his back, pressing with him as he continued to push in and out of you. It was clear what he wanted, he wanted you to fall apart around him, to know that your fingers will never feel as good as his cock, how you will always need him, and maybe it was also to remind himself of that as well, that you need him. 

“I need you, Arvin” you moaned, arching your back up and pressing your breasts to his chest, nipples getting the friction that they need from rubbing against his bare skin. Sweat and passion coated you both, the throws of ecstasy enthralling you both, the world seemed to melt away, the clock on the wall became obsolete as time seemed to stop, it was just to two of you, tongues entangled as they fought for dominance, each others touch branding small littered bruises across skin. The feeling so intense you felt like you were losing your mind. 

“Arvin,” you screamed, your vision fuzzing like iron shavings at the edges as your body felt like a bonfire. “I-I’m close” you could barely speak, losing control of your body. 

“Let’s get there together farling” he groaned in your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts bringing you across the brink of pleasure and into something ethereal, bodies entirely as one, wherever one began and the other ended was not of consequence as you fell apart in each others arms, his cum shooting out and painting your walls.

When you had both finally rode out your highs, he collapsed onto your chest, your sweat intermingling on skin, lips lazily working against each other, catching your breath as he softened inside of you. He finally pulled out of you, cum beginning to leak down and out of you but he caught it with his fingers, bringing them up to your lips and without any words you opened them, encasing his slender his fingers in your soft mouth, licking at them to make sure you got all the cum off of them before letting them go with a pop, a contented grin taking over your lips as you eyed the loving boy above you. 

“I love ya, Sweets” Arvin smiled, collapsing back onto your chest, nuzzling his face between your tits. 

“I love you too, Arv” you chuckled, fiddling with the hair that had begun to curl on his forehead. 

“Ya so needy sometimes” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as the exertion of the day began to catch up with him. 

“Oh, ‘m sorry” you whispered, embarrassment taking over your form as you felt ashamed of your neediness. 

“No, none of that sweets” he pushed himself up, looking at your face as you avoided his gaze, his hand grasped your chin, turning your head to make you meet his gaze. “Like it when ya need me” a smile taking over your features at his softness “Just next time, wait for me, don’t need my baby being too tired to take my dick” 

“Arvin!” you cried, smacking his chest as you fell into a fit of giggles.

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Overboard

Pairings: Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings: Fake blood

Summary: Arvin’s left in charge of the Halloween decorations while (y/n) and the kids are out. Unable to settle for good enough he’s determined to make sure they have the scariest house on the block.

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“My mom says she’s cooking for all of us. Do you want me to bring home dinner?” (y/n) questioned as she buckled Lenora into her car seat.

“That’s alright kitten, I’ll whip something up,” Arvin kissed her cheek with a smile, “The place is gonna look great, don’t you worry a hair on your pretty little head.”

“I’m not worrying, just be careful with the jack o'lanterns, the kids will have a fit if anything happens to them,” she warned.

“I will, I’m just gonna put them out on the porch and put some candles in them. I’m sure I can handle it,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Alright, you be careful, and make sure you get some of those peanut butter candies I like.”

“I will get you one candy bar and you and the kids will all stay out of the Halloween candy,” she jabbed her finger into his chest threateningly.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stay out of the candy,” he agreed, “Call me before you head back alright?”

“I will,” she pressed her lips to his, giggling as he began to pepper kisses across her cheeks, “Arvin stop it, the kids are watching.”

“They should know how much their daddy loves their mom,” he chuckled.

“I think you’re about to make Will throw up,” she nodded to the back seat, where their son was pretending to gag.

Arvin smirked and pulled her in for one more long kiss, laughing as their son covered his eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled as she sat down in the driver's seat, “Kids say bye to your dad.”

“By daddy!” Lenora waved happily while William continued to feign disgust.

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Arvin tapped his foot while he examined his house from the sidewalk. The jack o’lanterns and paper ghosts in the window were cute, but it didn’t seem like enough to him. All the neighbours’ yards were done up like crazy, and he couldn’t stand the idea of the kids coming home and being disappointed because they had the worst decorations on the block.

“We’ve got to have something else,” he mumbled as he returned inside.

He ran back up to the attic and began digging through their old costumes for anything he could repurpose. A few old masks caught his eye, and he brought them back down stairs, thinking he could find some way to use them in the yard. That was when he spotted the Good Housekeeping magazine (y/n) had picked up a few days prior. It was a special Halloween issue, filled to the brim with ideas for decor, food, and costumes.

“Perfect,” Arvin beamed as he began flipping through the magazine.

He found an article which had made ghosts out of old clothes and quickly got to work constructing his ghost family in the front yard. They weren’t scary enough for his taste though, so he placed the jack o’lanterns on top to act as their heads.

“Wow, those look great Arvin,” his neighbour complimented as he arrived home.

‘Better than your yard,’ he thought smuggly before replying, “Thanks, I think it’s turning out pretty scary don’t you?”

“Definitely. You think it’s gonna be too much for the kids?”

He knit his brow and shook his head, “Of course not, it’s just a couple ghosts. They're gonna love it.”

“Alright, if you say so,” he chuckled as he entered his home.

“If you say so,” he mocked, “He’s just mad his yard looks like such shit.”

Arvin returned to the Good Housekeep magazine, still in search of something to do with the masks when he found a recipe for fake blood. It was easy enough to make, and gave him the perfect idea for how to finish the house. He mounted the old masks in windows across the house and made a big batch of fake blood. First he dipped his hands in the blood and placed a set of handprints under each of the masks, smudging them for effect. He used the extra blood to platter across the jack o'lantern ghosts in the front yard. He splattered some over the front door and porch steps for extra effect. The whole thing looked like it’d come out of a horror novel and he was absolutely bubbling with pride from his work. They by far had the scariest home on the block, and he couldn’t wait to show it off to (y/n) and the kids.

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“Do you think we’ll scare daddy?” Lenora asked curiously as they turned onto their street.

“He’d only be scared of mine,” her brother retorted.

“Nuh uh!” she glared at him, “Witches are way scarier than dogs, I can turn people into frogs!”

“I’m not a dog, I'm a werewolf!” he snapped, “Dad’s gonna think your costume is stupid!”

“Both of you knock it off,” (y/n) narrowed her eyes at them in the rear view mirror, “Your dad will like both of your costumes, but if you keep fighting you’re not gonna show him at all.”

“Sorry,” both kids mumbled, sinking into their seats as they pulled into their driveway.

“Oh no…” (y/n) frowned as she took in the house, “Arvin…”

Lenora looked mortified as (y/n) removed her from her car seat, meanwhile William had jumped out and sprinted around the car to hide behind his mom.

“Mommy I don’t like those things,” Lenora pointed to the bloody, ghost-like figures with jack o'lantern heads.

“They’re just decorations sweetie,” she assured, “It only looks scary because it’s dark.”

“W-Well I’m not scared,” William blushed and cleared his throat, “N-Not even of the blood.”

“Me either!” Lenora declared, clutching her neatly folded costume to her chest.

(y/n) chuckled as she locked the car, “Are you sure? I can carry you if you want.”

“No way!” William shook his head.

“Yeah we aren’t babies!” Lenora agreed.

“Alright,” (y/n) shook her head and started towards the door, the kids padding nervously behind her, “Remember they’re just decorations,” they had just reached the door when it suddenly swung open.

“Boo!” Arvin yelled, smiling ear to ear.

Both kids screamed and made a break for the car, dropping their costumes onto the ground in their panic. (y/n) groaned and pinched her nose, “Arvin…”

“I’m sorry,” he blushed, “I didn’t think it’d scare them.”

(y/n) plucked up their costumes, shoving them into Arvin’s arms before heading back towards the car, “Kids it’s alright, it was just daddy, nothing scary, I promise.”

Arvin pursed his lips, watching nervously while she comforted the children. Finally they peaked out from behind the car, Lenora sniffling and diving into her mothers arms. Arvin’s heart felt heavy as a wave of guilt washed over him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys,” he apologized.

“You didn’t scare me,” William sniffled, his red eyes indicating he’d also been crying.

“It’s alright,” (y/n) assured him, “The decorations already had them freaked out, the jumping out just ended up being a little too much.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, “I thought they’d like it all…”

(y/n) glanced up at him while she set Lenora down, “Kids do you still wanna show daddy your costumes?”

William nodded and Lenora wiped her eyes, “Yeah.”

“Alright, why don’t you two go get changed.”

“Okay,” Lenora cracked a small smile when (y/n) kissed her head.

“Race you upstairs!” William declared loudly, sprinting for the stairs.

“Hey you’re cheating!” Lenora yelled as she ran after them.

(y/n) laughed and stood up, “See? They’re already over it.”

“I know,” Arvin rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I didn’t mean to freak them out, I thought they’d like it if I went all out…”

“They will like it,” she assured, wrapping her arms around his neck, “But it’s dark and they’re young, they don’t always realize all this stuff is fake.”

He sighed, “I feel awful honey, they were crying.”

“Arvin, they just got scared. I’m sure when they can see it during day time tomorrow they’ll think it’s all really great. I’m certain they’ll love having the scariest house on the block.”

“That’s what I was going for,” he set his chin on top of her head, “I mean I saw everyone elses and I just thought, you know, I’ve got these gorgeous kids and this perfect wife and I just always want to give you guys the best life I can.”

“You always do Arvin,” she assured him with a kiss, “You’re the most amazing father in the world, and an absolutely perfect husband. Trust me, no one’s got it better than us.”

He sighed and cupped her face, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You didn’t have to do anything, I’m lucky to have you.”

“Ew!’ William gagged as he bounced down the stairs, “Stop kissing so much, it's gross!”

Arvin laughed as he pulled away from (y/n), “Oh shush, come show me your costume brat.”

“I’m a werewolf!” he posed, showing his fake fangs with a smile.

“Wow, that looks awesome!” he high fived him and glanced back up the stairs, “Lenora are you almost ready?”

“I’m a witch!” she popped up the top of the stairs with a big smile, “Look I even got a broom!”

“That’s adorable sweetheart,” he cooed.

“I’m not adorable, I'm scary!” she glared at him as she climbed down the stairs, “I’ll turn you into a frog!”

Arvin chuckled and raised his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re right, you’re very scary.”

“They’re terrifying,” (y/n) chuckled, “Alright, let’s see your best scary faces.”

The kids both posed, William even threw in a growl that caused both his parents to start laughing. Arvin ruffled his hair and plucked his daughter off the floor, “Well if you two little monsters aren’t careful we’re not going to have any trick or treaters, I mean I wouldn’t come anywhere near the place.”

“Me either,” (y/n) agreed, setting her head on his shoulder, “Kids, why don’t you go get ready for bed and we can play a little board game before we tuck you in.”

“I wanna pick the game!” Lenora gripped her dad’s shirt, “Daddy I can pick it right?”

“No I wanna pick!” William pouted.

Arvin chuckled and set Lenora down, “Whoever’s finished getting ready first can pick alright? That means pajamas on and teeth brushed, got it?”

“Got it!” the kids declared before they went running up the stairs.

“Be careful with your costumes,” (y/n) called after them.

Arvin smiled and wrapped his arms around her again, “Come here,” he cooed as he pulled her in flush against him, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she smiled as she hung off his neck, “Thank you for being such a good dad, and husband. You know all three of us would be really lost without you.”

“Not nearly as lost as I’d be without you,” he kissed the top of her head.

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