#tom holland arvin russell

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬*

Parings → Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings → Smut !! 18+ unprotected sex, fingering

Summary → Arvin and you enjoy a lakeside picnic, followed by skinny dipping and an intimate moment together.

(gif not mine)

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the secluded lake in the woods. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating the perfect backdrop for a quiet afternoon picnic. You and Arvin had decided to escape the town for a bit, just the two of you, no interruptions, no distractions—just peace.

After enjoying the sandwiches you packed and some light gossip about the people in town, you turned to look at him. Arvin was lying back, one arm behind his head, his blue eyes focused on the calm water in front of you both. He looked so at ease, the tension he usually carried melting away in this quiet, hidden spot.

You smirked, a playful idea forming in your head. "Wanna get in the water?"

Arvin glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't bring no extra clothes, babe. I don’t wanna get wet and have to walk back soaked," he chuckled, his southern accent making his voice sound even more relaxed.

You leaned in closer to him, your grin growing wider. "Who said anything ‘bout gettin’ clothes wet?"

Before he could respond, you stood up, your fingers already working on the buttons of your blouse. Arvin’s eyes widened as he realized what you were doing, and his jaw dropped. His gaze followed your movements as you casually stripped out of your clothes, piece by piece, until you were standing completely naked in front of him.

He sat up quickly, speechless, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in the sight of you with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Ya… ya’r…" He stumbled over his words, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stared at you.

You laughed softly, a teasing gleam in your eyes. "Come on, Arvy!" You winked at him before turning and running toward the water, your laughter echoing in the quiet woods. Without a second thought, you dove into the lake, the cool water instantly refreshing against your warm skin.

When you resurfaced, you wiped the water from your face and turned to look at Arvin. He was still sitting on the picnic blanket, frozen in place, wide-eyed, and slack-jawed. "Ya comin' or what?" You called out with a grin, splashing water in his direction.

He blinked a few times, finally snapping out of his daze. "Ya’r somethin' else, ya know that?" He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief, but there was a grin tugging at his lips. Without wasting another second, he stood up and began stripping, his movements quick but purposeful.

His shirt came off first, revealing his toned chest and arms, followed by his jeans and boxers. You couldn’t help but admire the sight of him—his muscles, the way his tanned skin glowed under the afternoon sun. Your heart raced as you watched him undress, and when he finally dove into the water and swam over to you, you were already feeling a thrill run through your veins.

"So... we’re skinny dippin’ now?" He asked, his voice low and teasing as he approached you, the water rippling around him.

You smiled, biting your lip playfully. "Why not? It’s nice, don’t ya think?"

Arvin's hands found your waist as he pulled you closer, his touch gentle but firm. "I like this side of ya," he murmured, his voice full of admiration as he leaned in to kiss you softly.

You blushed, your heart fluttering at his words. "What side is that?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as your lips hovered close to his.

"The confident, carefree side," he whispered against your mouth before capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands slid down to your hips, holding you in place as your bodies pressed together in the cool water.

You kissed him back eagerly, your fingers tangling in his wet hair as the kiss deepened. His lips were soft, moving against yours with a slowness that made your heart race. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, and you couldn’t help the shy smile that spread across your face.

"You make me feel like I can be myself," you admitted quietly, your cheeks flushed, not just from the kiss but from the way he was looking at you—with so much love and adoration.

Arvin’s eyes softened at your words, and he kissed your forehead, his arms tightening around you. "You ain’t gotta be anyone else, darlin'. I love you just the way you are."

You felt your heart swell with warmth, and you rested your head against his chest for a moment, just enjoying the sound of his heartbeat.

After a few minutes of splashing around and playfully chasing each other through the water, you both decided to get out and relax on the picnic blanket. The sun warmed your skin as you lay side by side, still naked, your bodies drying off in the gentle breeze.

But it seemed like Arvin had other plans than just relaxing.

You felt his fingers ghosting over your skin, starting with a soft touch on your arm, then slowly trailing down to your stomach. His touch was light, almost teasing, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Arvin..." you whispered, your breath catching as his fingers brushed against your waist, then moved up to cup your breast gently.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, right where your pulse was racing. His lips lingered there, warm and firm against your skin, and you couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped your lips.

"Ya'r so damn gorgeous," he whispered against your neck, his voice hushed as if he were sharing a secret with you. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, igniting every nerve ending in your body. His lips traveled lower, kissing along your collarbone, the gentle caress of his mouth igniting a fire within you. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, teasing until you were squirming beneath him, unable to contain the soft whimpers that escaped your lips.

“Arvin,” you gasped, your hands gripping the blanket, clenching it tightly as his mouth continued its slow, torturous descent. His kisses were deliberate, each one like a feather, igniting heat wherever he touched. He traced the curves of your breasts, his lips soft yet demanding, teasing your sensitive skin until you were breathless, wanting more.

As he took one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, you arched your back, your body instinctively craving his touch. The warmth of his mouth, combined with the gentle suction, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you gasp and moan softly.

Arvin's hands traveled down your sides, fingers trailing along your skin, leaving a path of tingling sensation in their wake. His lips left your breasts and returned to your neck, kissing and sucking, leaving faint red marks that would remind you of this moment long after. The possessiveness in his touch, the way he marked you, made your heart race.

His fingers found their way between your legs, gently parting your thighs as he explored your softness. The feel of his fingers against your warm skin sent another jolt of desire through you. He literally played with your folds, his touch both teasing and tender, and you couldn’t help but moan as he pressed his finger on your clit, rubbing you slowly, expertly.

“Ya like that?” He murmured against your skin, his voice low and teasing, making you feel exposed yet utterly cherished. You nodded, unable to form words.

Arvin's fingers teased you slowly, their warmth sending jolts of anticipation through your body. With a deliberate slowness, he pushed one finger inside you, and a soft moan escaped your lips as you instinctively clenched around him. The sensation was electric, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless.

Encouraged by your reaction, he slid in another finger, stretching you further. He moved his fingers with a rhythmic precision, driving you wild as he expertly found the sweet spot that made you gasp and arch your back.

His thumb found its way to your sensitive bud, rubbing in gentle circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. The combination of his fingers curling and thrusting inside you while his thumb worked you expertly left you on the brink of ecstasy. Each movement was calculated, designed to make you squirm beneath him, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly as he continued to push you closer to the edge.

“Arvin…” you breathed, your voice trembling with pleasure. The sound of his name on your lips seemed to fuel him, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you unravel beneath his touch.

“Ya’r so fuckin' beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with raw need as he watched you calm down from your high. Arvin pulled his finger out and licked them clean before kissing you.

He’s body pressed down on you with a familiar weight, his dark eyes smoldering as they locked onto yours after he pulled away from the kiss. There was only a raw, consuming desire that had you both breathless before he even entered you. His hand gripped your thigh, pulling you closer, his fingers pressing into your skin, like claiming you. Without a word, he nudged himself against your enterence, rubbing his tip along you in a slow, teasing rhythm, the friction making you gasp.

“Ya want this?” He murmured, his voice a deep, raspy whisper that sent a shiver through you.

“Yes,” you breathed out, your fingers threading through his hair and pulling him closer, urging him on.

He smirked, the look in his eyes darkening with a familiar intensity. “Good,” he said, before pushing into you in one smooth, steady motion. The feeling of him filling you so completely made you moan loud, and you arched up to meet him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to move.

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin' perfect,” he groaned, his voice low and raw, each thrust deliberate and forceful. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you with an intensity that sent waves of pleasure through your body. He watched your every reaction, taking in every gasp, every arch, every breathless moan that escaped your lips.

You matched his pace, meeting each of his movements with a hungry urgency, the air between you thick with heat and desire. His lips crashed onto yours, rough and demanding, his hands never loosening their grip as he pressed you harder against him.

“Fuck, Arvin!” You gasped, barely able to find your voice between the sounds he was pulling from you.

“Say it again,” he moaned against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He thrust deeper, pushing you to your limits, his name spilling from your lips in a broken moan. His response was a low growl, his pace quickening, each movement more intense than the last, his body pressing into yours in perfect rhythm.

“Can’t fuckin' get enough of ya,” he groaned, his words punctuated by rough kisses along your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that left no question of his need for you.

The tension built quickly, your bodies moving together in sync as he pushed you both closer to the edge. His eyes held yours, a fierce, burning look that sent another surge of heat through you. And as you finally reached that peak, trembling beneath him, he held you tightly, his own release following right after you as he buried himself deep in you, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

When it was over, Arvin didn’t pull away immediately, instead keeping you close, his breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to yours as he caught his breath. His hand moved to stroke your hair, his touch surprisingly tender after the intense passion you’d just shared, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Ya’r mine,” he said softly, his voice a little rough but full of certainty. And the way he looked at you in that moment, fierce and unrelenting, left no room for doubt.

Arvin slowly pulled out, a quiet groan escaping his lips as he settled beside you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest. You both lay there, tangled together on the blanket, your breathing still unsteady, hearts beating in sync as the last light of the day painted the world in hues of amber and gold.

You felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back, his touch gentle in the afterglow. The warmth of his skin, the scent of him, so familiar and comforting, made you sink deeper into his embrace. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against your hairline in a way that made you smile, feeling utterly content.

The sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows around you, the trees whispering softly in the breeze. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, a playful glint there as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “Think the whole forest heard ya,” he teased, his voice still a little rough, his grin boyish and mischievous.

You rolled your eyes, nudging him lightly. “Oh, like ya’r one to talk. Ya were loud too.”

He chuckled, pulling you even closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pressed another kiss to your temple. “Yeah, maybe. Just couldn’t help it,” he admitted softly, his voice dropping, “not with ya.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both, the quiet of the woods wrapping around you like a cocoon. The sky above had begun to shift to soft pinks and purples, the sun slipping further below the horizon. You nestled into him, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

After a moment, Arvin spoke, his voice thoughtful. “Ya know, I could stay here forever… Just us. Nothin' else matters.”

You tilted your head to look at him, feeling the weight of his words and the warmth of his gaze. “Me too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just us here—like our own little world.”

He smiled, brushing his thumb gently along your cheek. “Guess that makes ya my world, then,” he murmured, his eyes softening as he looked at you with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You felt a warmth spread through you, deeper than anything physical, and you reached up, cupping his face, letting your thumb trace the line of his jaw. “And ya’r mine, Arvin,” you whispered back, sealing the words with a soft, lingering kiss.

As you lay there, tangled together on the blanket, the sun setting behind the trees, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been the perfect afternoon, just you and Arvin, in your little corner of the world.

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[hollandscure]

Arvin Russell

[itsagentromanoff]

The Devil All the Time (2020)

[k-nayee]

Saints and Sinners Devil All The Time

wc: 3.9k a/n: Song Inspiration: Take Me To Church by Hozier; recommend you listen while reading!!

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The heat clung to Arvin like a second skin, the late afternoon sun turning the school parking lot into a sweltering wasteland.

He stood next to his truck with a cigarette hanging from his lips, the brim of his cap casting a shadow over his eyes as he waited for Lenora—something he did every day, watching the doors of the school for her figure to appear.

His patience was wearing thin, the relentless humidity weighing on him, but he didn’t dare leave without her.

Not here. Not in this town.

His eyes scanned the yard, and that’s when he saw it: Lenora, standing off to the side, clutching her books like a shield.

She was surrounded by a trio of girls, their voices sharp and mean, cutting thick through the hot air.

Arvin could see the way she shrunk, trying to make herself smaller as their words slicing into her without mercy.

A surge of protectiveness flared—the same way he always did when someone threatened her,

He flicked his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with a curse under his breath.

Just as he was about to intervene when you appeared, striding through the dust and heat with the kind of confidence that turned heads and stopped conversations.

You walked right into the middle of the scene unbothered by the sneers and whispers thrown your way.

“Didn’t think she’d need a slut to protect her,” the leader of the group spat, her posse snickering behind her.

You didn’t even flinch. Cool as ever, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a effortless precision that had Arvin mesmerized.

“Slut, huh?” you echoed. There was something almost playful in your tone, like you were amused by her attempt to insult you. “Ain’t that what your boyfriend calls me when I see him?”

The girl’s sneer faltered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to hold her ground. “Wha...what’re you talkin’ about?”

"Your name’s Gina, right?" you asked, exhaling smoke into the humid air.

Gina stiffened, sensing the shift in conversation. "Yeah, why?"

You shrugged, flicking ash off your cigarette and giving her a once-over that made her bristle. "Just something your boyfriend mentioned."

Gina blinked, her face twitching with confusion. "And what the hell's that supposed to mean?!"

"You know you're cuter than I expected," ignoring her question you blew smoke into her face, making her take a step back. "Then again, don’t remember much he said when his face was buried between my legs."

The other girls gasped as the color drained from Gina’s face. She opened her mouth, but she struggled to find the words in a sputtering rage.

Arvin, caught between surprise and amusement, couldn’t stop the choked chuckle that escaped his throat.

His sudden sound made everyone turn, including you.

Your eyes landed on Arvin, still smirking as if you’d known he was watching the whole time.

Gina, humiliated and seething, took the chance to storm off with her friends trailing behind her.

"You...you disgusting WHORE!" she screeched over her shoulder, her voice cracking in anger.

You didn’t miss a beat. “Funny, that’s not what your boyfriend was saying,” you called after her, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Ate me up quicker than a sundae in July!”

Arvin shook his head in disbelief as the trio disappeared from sight, trying (and failing) to suppress his grin.

He glanced back toward you and Lenora, who was still clutching her books like a lifeline, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Lenora murmured, her voice soft, full of gratitude but laced with worry. “People already—"

"—talk about me?" you cut in with a shrug, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and crushing it beneath your boot.

“Don't worry 'bout it Bible Thumper.” Your tone was playful, the nickname clearly something affectionate between you and her.

You lift your chin, gesturing toward Arvin’s truck. "Looks like your ride’s here."

Lenora gave you a small smile, casting a final glance at the ground as she shuffled over to the truck.

Arvin hadn’t moved though. He was still standing there, watching you.

You were dressed in a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt that hugged your curves—clothing considered vulgar by small-town southern standards, especially for 1965.

The bright red bandana you had tied in your hair made you look even more rebellious, standing out like a beacon among the pastel dresses and modest cardigans the other girls wore.

Then there was the fact your brown skin was a rarity in Knockemstiff, Ohio. The town wasn’t overtly racist, but had an undercurrent of prejudice was always lingering like smoke in the air.

You raise an eyebrow at him, catching him staring. "Got a problem with your vision church boy?"

Arvin flushed, realizing he’d been caught.

"No, uh... no problem," he muttered, fumbling with the brim of his cap before awkwardly tipping it in your direction and stumbling back toward the truck.

Lenora was already in the passenger seat, her wide eyes watching the exchange with mild curiosity.

He shot you a final glance before getting behind the wheel, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary.

As the truck rumbled to life Arvin couldn’t help but steal one last look at you in the rearview mirror.

You were leaning against the side of the building with another lit cigarette, your form growing smaller as the truck rolled away.

The road stretched out in front of him but his mind lingered behind.

It wasn’t until a few miles down the road did Arvin work up the nerve to ask, “That girl...back there. She, uh...you know her?”

Lenora didn’t look up, instead trained on the frayed strap of her bag that she was nervously fidgeting with.

“Her name’s ____,” she said, her voice soft with fondness. “She’s been helpin’ me. You know, with the girls at school.”

Arvin frowned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Helpin’ you? Didn’t seem like the kind of person who—”

Lenora snapped her head towards him, eyes fierce. “You don’t know her, Arvin.”

“She’s good!” She continued, more certain, like she needed to make it clear before he could form any more judgments. “She’s not what people think.”

Arvin raised an eyebrow, giving Lenora a sidelong glance. He wanted to believe her, but it didn’t add up—not with what he’d heard, not with what he’d seen of you.

“Doesn’t even come to church,” he tries.

Lenora shrug, facing the window. “Doesn’t make her bad Arvin. Jesus loved Mary Magdalene, didn’t he?”

The statement hit him harder than he expected. He wasn’t sure why, but the comparison lingered.

Lenora, despite being the town’s purest soul, seemed to see something in you that no one else did.

“Mary Magdalene,” he muttered, as if testing the words on his tongue.

“Mary was a sinner, wasn’t she? A woman with a reputation. Jesus showed her love and forgiveness. He saw her for who she really was, not what people thought of her.” She paused, her eyes back on her lap. “I think ____ is a lot like that.”

Arvin fell silent. He had grown up hearing stories of redemption, how Jesus saw past sins to the heart beneath.

It was one thing to hear those stories in church—to recite scripture and praise, but to apply it to someone like you? Could it be that simple?

He thought about the way you had stood in that parking lot and how you defended Lenora without hesitation.

You did cared about the insults thrown. You didn't falter when they spat the word slut in your face.

Then there was Lenora, tucked behind you, her wide-eyed innocence protected by someone the town swore was trouble.

Arvin didn’t know what to think. Part of him—the part raised under his grandmother’s strict moral code—wanted to reject it, to cling to the safety of what he’d always been taught.

People like you with a reputation weren’t to be trusted. They were trouble. They’d drag you into the dirt with them if you weren’t careful.

But another part of him couldn’t stop thinking about you.

The way you had looked at him, with that teasing smile like you knew something he didn’t. Like you weren’t afraid of him, or the town, or anything.

There was something so free about you, so untouchable...and it was dangerous.

It stirred something deep in him, something that had nothing to do with right or wrong.

“I don’t know,” he muttered finally, more to himself than to Lenora. “Just seems like the kind of person you shouldn’t be hangin’ around with.”

Lenora’s head snapped up at that. “I mean what would Grandma Emma say?” he added quickly, trying to justify his hesitation.

He didn’t want to sound like he was being overprotective, but the thought of Lenora getting caught up in your world—it didn’t sit right.

“She knows,” Lenora said, her voice surprisingly firm. “She doesn’t like it, but... she lets me. Because she knows that ____ is kind. She helped me, Arvin. No one else stood up for me the way she did.”

Now that stopped him cold.

If Grandma Emma with all her devoutness and strict adherence to Christian values could allow Lenora to be around you, then maybe...maybe there was more to you than what he thought.

Arvin glanced at Lenora then back at the road. The thought gnawed at him, your image lingering in the back of his mind like a half-formed idea he couldn’t quite grasp.

He was caught between two worlds—his grandmother’s moral code and the inexplicable draw you had over him.

Temptation, that’s what it was. Plain and simple.

It didn’t feel simple. It felt heavy, he wasn’t used to feeling that pull,

But maybe Lenora was right. Maybe, just like Mary Magdalene, you were more than what people said.

Maybe he’d been too quick to judge.

The drive home was quieter than usual, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

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The weeks that followed your encounter with Arvin in the parking lot slipped by slowly, each day dragging with the heavy heat of summer.

You had begun to linger in his thoughts, creeping into his mind in the quiet moments when he least expected it.

He noticed you more now. At first, it was accidental—a glance here or there when he’d pick up Lenora from school or drive through town.

Sometimes you’d offer him a nod, a faint smirk playing at the corner of your lips as if you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

You didn’t go to church, not like the rest of them.

Every Sunday without fail he'd catch you: leaning casually against the brick wall near the chapel as you waited for service to end.

It was one Sunday, Arvin stood with Lenora under the oak tree by the steps, half-listening to her talk about something from the sermon.

His eyes drifted across the street, scanning the quiet neighborhood out of habit—and there you were.

The sun caught the edge of your dress, and for a second, you looked like something out of place. Not of this town, not of its rules or restrictions.

Like you were from another world entirely.

Without thinking, his gaze lingered too long, and you caught him. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a split second, Arvin felt that strange tightening in his chest.

Embarrassment crawled up his throat, but you didn’t look away. Instead you smiled—the corners of your lips curling up as if you’d expected him to be watching.

He swallowed hard, quickly glancing back to Lenora who was still talking, completely unaware of the silent exchange.

He tried to brush it off—told himself it didn’t mean anything. But the feeling of being seen by you, noticed in that way, was something new.

The feeling stayed with him long after you were gone.

In the weeks that followed he caught himself looking for you more often. He’d spot you from a distance, sometimes walking by the side of the road as he drove by in his truck.

Your posture was always casual, unbothered. Your dress would sway with your movements, your hips rolling in a way that defied everything about this small, stifling town.

There was nothing modest or demure about you, and Arvin couldn’t stop looking.

And whenever you catch him staring, that same smirk tugged at your lips before you’d nod in acknowledgment.

At night, when the house was quiet and everyone was long asleep, Arvin would lie awake, your image burning in his mind.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to think about you.

His grandmother’s sermons about temptation played on a loop in his head, warnings about sin and damnation ringing out in her voice.

But you weren’t just a temptation; you were kind to Lenora, protective even. Arvin had seen it, the way you stood by her side without expecting anything in return.

People called you all kinds of names, painted you as something to be avoided, but none of that matched the way you were with her. It didn’t make sense.

As for Lenora, she spoke more often of you now. She adores you—admire even. That always struck Arvin as odd.

There were days when Lenora would beg you to join her in the woods, sitting under the trees while she read aloud from her Bible.

You were nothing like the type of person he imagined Lenora would fall in line with, but then again, Lenora was far more forgiving than anyone in Knockemstiff.

She defended you like she had something to prove, telling him how you’d been helping her and that people didn’t know the real you.

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The afternoon sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky as you and Lenora walked toward the Russell home.

You’d just finished leaving the woods, her familiar chatter filling the silence between you.

Lenora (ever the sweetheart), had invited you in, mentioning that it was Arvin’s birthday and they were planning a small dinner to celebrate.

Knowing the town’s judgment followed you wherever you went, especially in public spaces like the Russell home, you turn it down.

It wasn't until you saw Lenora’s broken expression did you hesitate. Before you knew it, you were walking up the steps with her.

You didn't plan on staying long, just until dinner started.

The idea of sitting down for a family meal, especially at the Russell home, wasn’t exactly something you were comfortable with.

As soon as you stepped inside, the scent of warm bread and mixing chatter of the Russell family greeted you.

Grandma Emma was in the kitchen, her back straight as she prepared dinner. She gave you a brief, suspicious glance when you entered with Lenora.

Earskell seemed to take an immediate liking to you. He was lounging in his chair by the living room window with a grin spread across his face, looking entirely too relaxed.

Arvin stood near the doorway. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, clearly caught off guard by your presence.

For a moment, the room froze. Your eyes met his and the tension was immediate.

You hadn’t been this close to him since that day at the school, and it was clear he hadn’t expected you here—certainly not for something as intimate as a family dinner.

His gaze flickered over you. It was more modest than usual, a subtle nod to Emma’s old-fashioned ways.

With a black knee-length skirt, your light-colored blouse clung to your shoulders, the neckline dipping low enough to be daring in this town.

Arvin’s eyes traced the curve of your collarbone, his throat tightening at the sight.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Arvin muttered, low voice barely hiding the nervous tint beneath it.

You gave him a slow teasing smile, your eyes glinting with amusement as you stepped forward.

“Didn’t expect to be here either. Hope ya don't mind birthday boy,” you replied, the words rolling off your tongue with a soft lilt that made Arvin shift on his feet.

Earskell watched with a grin, clearly enjoying every second of the interaction.

Blissfully unaware of the tension swirling around the room, Leanora hurried back to the kitchen when Grandma Emma called for her, leaving you and Earskell alone with Arvin.

“Well, well, well. If it ain't miss ____." Earskell drawled, his voice carrying a hint of Southern charm laced with mischief. “Didn’t think we’d have such fine company tonight. Sure do brighten up the place.”

You grinned at that, makin your way to sit on the couch next to his chair, arms casually crossed. “You flatterin’ me old man?”

Earskell barked a laugh, eyes twinkling. “Just callin’ it like I see it. Ain’t often we get someone who can keep up with me.”

“You ain’t wrong about that,” you shot back, your voice low and teasing, the crassness in your tone catching Lenora by surprise as she returned from the kitchen. “Though I’m not sure your nephew here knows what to make of it.”

Arvin tensed visibly, his ears burning red at the way the conversation seemed to be shifting toward him.

He stayed quiet most of the time, barely able to meet your gaze. And now, with his uncle egging you on, he felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.

“Boy’s always been a quiet one,” Earskell said, waving a hand dismissively. “But I reckon he’ll come around, especially with someone like you lightin’ up the room.”

Arvin shot his uncle a sharp look, his face flushing even deeper. “Earskell,” he muttered, warning in his tone.

“Ain’t no need to be shy, boy,” he teased, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “Not every day a pretty girl walks through that door, is it?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Arvin a sideways glance, watching him squirm. He was trying so hard to keep his cool, but the flush on his neck and the way his hands fidgeted gave him away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” you say to him before giving a flutter of your lashes. “Unless you ask.”

Arvin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the tension in the room thickening for just a moment.

He couldn’t bring himself to respond, instead opting to drop into his chair at the far end of the couch, avoiding your gaze entirely.

The older man didn’t miss a beat, clearly delighted by your banter.

“Now don’t go thinkin’ you can outtalk me, girl,” Earskell said, leaning forward in his chair with a grin. “I’ve got years of experience on ya.”

“I ain’t scared of a little experience,” you replied with a smirk, flicking your eyes over to Arvin long enough to catch him glancing away.

He was practically squirming now, clearly unsure of how to handle the banter and the easy way you seemed to command the room despite barely trying.

You stood after a while, brushing your hands off on your dress and glancing toward the kitchen. “I should get goin’ before dinner’s on. Don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Earskell laughed, waving a hand. “You’re always welcome here, girl. Don’t let these sour faces fool ya.”

Grandma Emma emerged from the kitchen just in time, wiping her hands on a towel and nodding toward you. “You’re welcome back anytime.”

You gave her a nod, offering a respectful smile despite the subtle weight of judgment that always seemed to hang around Emma.

She wasn’t cruel, not like the others in town, but she was set in her ways—rigid in her moral code.

You appreciated her decency, even if it was accompanied by a thin veil of disapproval.

Earskell leaned back in his chair, grinning as he turned toward Arvin to nudge him. “Why don’t you walk her out boy? Least you can do, seein’ as how she graced us with her presence.”

Arvin flushed at the suggestion, his hands immediately coming out of his pockets as he looked between you and his uncle.

“Uh... sure,” he muttered, the nervousness thick in his voice.

He rose from his seat and awkwardly motion for you to follow him to the door. The walk was short, but every step seemed to stretch out painfully for Arvin.

He could feel your presence next to him, the  faint scent of cigarette smoke and wildflowers clinging to the air.

It was intoxicating, and he cursed the way his skin tingled when your arm brushed lightly against his.

At the door, you turned to face him, your expression softening just a little.

The usual teasing glint in your eyes was still there, but something else had crept—something more intimate, more dangerous.

“Happy birthday,” you say quietly, your voice softer now, as if you didn’t want the rest of the house to hear.

Before he could respond you reach into your bag and pull out a small card, pressing it into his hand.

Your fingers brushed his as you passed it over, the contact sending a jolt through his body.

He stared down at the card, blinking as his mind scrambled to catch up. “What’s this?”

“Just a little somethin’ for later,” you murmured, your eyes locking with his for a heartbeat too long. “Don’t forget to read it.”

Giving him one last smile, you turn and walk out into the fading evening light.

Arvin stood frozen at the door, watching as you disappeared down the dirt road. He could still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, the weight of the card heavy in his hand.

His heart was pounding, the familiar pull of temptation gnawing at the edges of his resolve.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he glanced down at the card.

His name was written across the front in your neat handwriting. And when he flipped it over, his breath caught in his throat:

Meet me at the abandoned barn by the cornfield.

His mind raced, the invitation clear—undeniable. His heart thudded in his chest, and a small voice in the back of his mind reminded him of all the reasons he shouldn’t go.

All the reasons this was dangerous, reckless. His fingers tightened around the card, and for a brief moment he wondered what the hell he was doing.

But he knew, deep down, that he’d be there.

.*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.*

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver-blue glow over the fields.

Arvin could hear the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears as he made his way down the narrow dirt path toward the barn, the folded card tucked tightly into his jacket pocket.

He’d read it at least a dozen times since you handed it to him, each glance sparking a new wave of heat that crawled up his spine. 

He should’ve stayed home. He knew that. He’d spent the last few hours after dinner sitting on the porch, wrestling with himself.

When he reached the barn door he stopped just outside.

His grandmother’s warnings about temptation played on repeat in his mind, endless sermons about purity and righteousness and the consequences that came to those who strayed.

It wasn’t just her voice he heard; it was the town’s, too—the collective judgment of the people he’d known his whole life.

They wouldn’t hesitate to condemn him, to call him a fool for even thinking about following you here.

Because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you

The way you’d looked at him when you handed him the card, the softness in your voice when you wished him a happy birthday.

The memory of it made his heart race and he hated how much he wanted more of that feeling. More of you.

His fingers nervously twitched at his sides as he took a breath, steeling himself before finally stepping inside.

You were already there, waiting for him.

[hollandsfavbabe]

Tom Holland Masterlist

includes peter parker and other characters

navigation

Key:

*= smut

❀= favorite

♡= requested

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You ♡

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean ♡

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now ❀

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion / Part 2

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russel

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush  ♡

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

[deepestconnoisseurmoon]

THE DEVIL ALL THE TIME (2020)

[thollandneedy]

Bellah's Masterlist 🪻

Hey babes! I'm back again, and with another masterlist for now 🤍

You can leave your requests here, and i'll try my best to respond to all of them!

Love ya xoxo

*Smut

Tom Holland 🍵

You can leave the glasses on

Needy*

Only you, my girl. Only you babe

The hot interviewer

Late night notification*

Photobooth

Bed Chem*

Shower

The Scary Movie

The Ghost face mask*

Peter Parker🕸️

Don't Tell 'Em

Princess Leia Situation

Don't you know*

April’s Fool

The homecoming trick

Worthy

Masked*

Burnout

Rainy Dates

Nathan Drake 🗺️

Fill Up the Room

Money make her smile*

Bunny

Diamonds are forever

[lovesick-girly]

the devil all the time book review

author: donald ray pollock

genre: southern gothic, crime, thriller

published: 12th july 2011

stars: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

synopsis: a young man devoted to protecting his loved ones must face off against corruption and sinister characters in a postwar backwoods town.

themes: good vs. evil, religion and hypocrisy, violence and death, trauma and psychological damage, corruption and moral decay, fate and desperation, poverty and despair, family and protection

fav quotes:

“Some people were born just so they could be buried.”

“It's hard to live a good life...It seems like the Devil don't ever let up.”

“They's a lot of no-good sonofabitches out there."

“Sometimes it seemed as if she spent half of her life crying.”

“He wondered if he would ever feel clean again.”

“Let me pray first," he sobbed. He started to put his hands together. "I already did it for you," Arvin said. "Put in one of them special requests you fuckers are always talking about, asked Him to send you straight to hell.”

my thoughts/review:

i love this book so much that i couldn’t put it down. donald ray pollock's the devil all the time is a harrowing southern gothic-like novel that borders on straight-up horror, taking the cake for disturbing and depraved. set in the post-world war ii backwoods of ohio and west virginia, it paints a bleak, grotesque picture of humanity, filled with violence, madness, and desperation (my kinda book hehe).

my favourite character is arvin, a deeply morally grey individual whose struggle to navigate a violent world while holding onto a sense of justice kept me hooked. his internal conflict and actions are unsettling yet sympathetic. another favourite perspective of mine was lenora, whose innocence and tragic vulnerability added a heartbreaking depth to the novel. sandy's perspective was equally fascinating—her entanglement with her husband in their twisted, murderous routine gave the story a layer of depravity that was chilling.

the story takes readers through the eyes of some truly gnarly and grotesque individuals, from a husband-and-wife serial killer duo to a predatory preacher and travelling freak show. the imagery is immersive and grotesque.

pollock’s prose is both beautiful and disgustingly twisted. he uses rich descriptions to create scenes that make you squirm but also pull you deeper into the narrative. if you loved the movie or like weird books i can't recommend enough.

[miela]

Tom Holland Masterlist

All my writings for this lovely lad

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

if one-shots, drabbles, or headcannons are part of a series they will be in the series masterlist.

↪ dividers by firefly-graphics & cafekitsune

TOM HOLLAND:

{TBA}

Beautiful Stranger | { x Stunt Double! Reader} ☁︎

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

{TBA}

{TBA}

PETER PARKER:

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

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

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

NATHAN DRAKE:

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

ARVIN RUSSELL:

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

{TBA}

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞

Parings → Arvin Russell x Reader

Warnings → blood, violence, fluff, teasing

Summary → You save Arvin and Lenora from an attack, patch Arvin up, and share an unexpected kiss.

You always preferred to use the back door of the school—less crowded, quieter. As you pushed the door open, the distant sound of shouting caught your attention. You paused, frowning. The voices were harsh, and you could make out cursing.

Your heart sank as you saw Lenora kneeling on the ground, a paper bag shoved over her head, praying. You didn’t know her that well—just a classmate, someone you saw around now and then—but no one deserved that.

Gene and his gang. They were always causing trouble, but this time, they were taking it too far.

Then your gaze shifted to her brother, Arvin Russell. You’d seen him a few times with Lenora, but never spoken to him. Now, he was getting beaten, trying to fend off Gene and his gang. Arvin was outnumbered, bloody, barely able to fight back.

Without thinking, you searched the ground for something, anything, to help. Your fingers wrapped around a rusty crowbar lying nearby. Without hesitation, you marched toward them, the weight of the metal heavy in your hand.

Gene was in the middle of kicking Arvin when you swung the crowbar, landing a solid hit across his back.

“What the hell?!” Gene staggered, turning to face you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His two minions rushed at you. But before they could reach you, Arvin, despite his injuries, punched one square in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. You kicked the other in the jewels, leaving both of them groaning in pain.

“You’d better leave!” You shouted, your voice shaking but firm. Gene scowled, clutching his back.

“This ain’t over. You’ll regret this,” he spat, glaring at both of you before he and his friends fled.

You dropped the crowbar, your heart still racing as you rushed to Lenora’s side. Carefully, you pulled the paper bag off her head. She flinched but soon relaxed when she saw you.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly.

Lenora gave a weak nod. “Thank you,” she murmured, though her voice trembled slightly.

You hugged her briefly, unsure of what else to say, before your attention shifted back to Arvin. He was wiping blood from his face, trying to stand tall despite his injuries.

“You alright?” You asked, hesitating as you approached him.

Arvin’s gaze flicked toward you. He had a busted lip and a bruised eye, but even through the pain, there was a smirk on his face. “I’m fine,” he said, his Southern accent thick. “Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t been through before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You look like hell.”

He chuckled, wincing as he pressed his hand to his side. “Yeah, well… thanks for the save. Didn’t expect someone to come out swinging.”

You shrugged, feeling awkward under his gaze. “I wasn’t just going to watch.”

Arvin nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. “You need a ride home?” he offered, nodding toward his car parked a few feet away. “You shouldn’t be walkin’ by yourself after that.”

You hesitated, glancing at the car. You didn’t really know him, and this was your first real conversation. “It ok,” you mumbled, feeling the tension rise. “I'll be fine.”

“I’ll drive you,” he insisted, his voice a bit softer. “Just to be safe.”

After a moment, you nodded, figuring he was just trying to be nice. You helped Lenora into the car, sliding into the backseat yourself. The drive to their house was quiet, filled with tension and stolen glances in the rearview mirror. Arvin didn’t say much, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and then.

When you arrived at Lenora’s place, you got out of the car, turning to give her a small smile as she headed inside.

“Thanks again,” she whispered before disappearing through the door.

Arvin lingered by the car, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. “I’ll take you home,” he said, sounding more like a statement than a question.

You blinked, a little surprised. “You don't have to, it’s just two minutes from—”

“I don’t mind.”

You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. “Alright, fine.”

The walk was quiet at first. You could feel his presence beside you, and though you barely knew him, something about having him there made you feel oddly safe.

When you finally reached your house, you paused at the door, turning to him. “You wanna come in? I could… uh, patch you up. You’re still bleeding.”

Arvin looked like he was about to decline, but then he nodded. “Alright.”

Inside, Arvin sat on the couch in the living room, his body tense. You brought out a first-aid kit, gently taking his hand to clean his bloody knuckles. His skin was rough, but his touch was surprisingly gentle.

“You really didn’t have to do that back there,” he said after a moment, watching you carefully. “I would’ve been alright.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Would you? ‘Cause it looked like you were getting your ass handed to you.”

Arvin chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Fair point.”

As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice how close you were to him. His jawline, the way his lips were slightly parted… you felt your heart race when your fingers brushed against his as you handed him an ice pack for his bruised eye.

“Thanks,” he muttered, pressing the ice to his face.

When you turned to his lip, your breath caught. His busted lip was swollen, split in the side. You reached out, your hand trembling slightly as you cleaned the cut.

Arvin hissed in pain, and you muttered, “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” he murmured, his voice rough. He looked at you, his gaze lingering on your lips for just a second too long. “You’re braver than I thought.”

You felt your face heat up under his stare. “Had to be,” you mumbled.

For a moment, the air between you grew thick with tension. Your fingers lightly grazed his lip as you tried to focus on cleaning it, but then, without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his.

It was quick, just a soft touch, but when you pulled back, your face flushed red with embarrassment. “I—I’m sorry—”

Arvin was silent for a moment before a slow, smug smirk spread across his face. “You don’t gotta apologize.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. “I just—I wasn’t thinking—”

“Good,” he interrupted, his voice low and teasing. He leaned in closer, his lips barely an inch from yours. “Cause I’ve been wantin’ to do that.”

Before you could respond, Arvin closed the gap, kissing you gently but with enough force to send your heart racing. His lips were chapped, but his kiss was soft, making your head spin.

When he pulled back, his smirk was still there, but his eyes had softened. “Guess you’re more than just a good fighter,” he teased.

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible, Arvin.”

He grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re somethin’ else, Y/n.”

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

I don’t know if someone else finds this funny, but I crack up a little every time when I see two actors who I know aren’t Americans speaking to each other onscreen with American accents. I just imagine them laughing about it afterwards. Off the top of my head.

1) Cillian Murphy and Emily Blunt in “A Quiet Place Part II”.

2) Tom Holland and Robert Pattinson in “The Devil All the Time”.

3) Andrew Lincoln and Lennie James in “The Walking Dead”.

[tapdancinghllnd]

his stubble 😵‍💫

[strangethings-everywhere]

i watched the devil all the time yesterday (been like two years since i watched it) and GOD arvin russell you did nothing wrong bby no one could ever make me hate you arvin russell i love you 😘

[websterss]

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST

School had been like any other regular day. You’d wait for the bell to dismiss all of you. Then you would start making your way towards your locker to put up or get the books you’d need to use for homework. By then you’d turn around and be welcomed by the gorgeous face that was your boyfriends. However this time when you turned around you were faced with the emptiness of the hallways. Everyone had gone home by now.

You never thought much of it since Arvin was always on time, but this time you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Your gut was screaming at you to start walking. Not exactly towards home just towards the exit. Once you pushed open the double doors you stood still. Taking in the air. Breathing it in…making yourself aware of the noises. What you were hearing specifically. Your head turned towards the corner of the building, then after another yell was heard you dropped your bag and took off towards the sound.

When you finally rounded the corner you were met with a sight you never wanted to witness again. Being held down by a bunch of jocks was Arvin. His arms were being held back so he couldn’t defend himself. You knew he could, but even then he couldn’t do anything as they were hitting him.

“Hey!” You yelled as you ran towards them. “Get off of him!” You shoved the one that was about to land another blow to his face, and made him hit the pavement. “Arvin!” 

“Y/n, stay out of this!” Arvin groaned.

“I’d listen to him baby doll!” One of them warned you.

“And if I don’t? You gonna hit a girl Travis?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Or would you rather I tell your daddy you’ve been stashing your weed behind the school’s garbage cans.” Travis grew quiet. “Oh, no then? That’s what I thought. Get lost Travis!”

“Let’s ditch this lot boys. I’ve had nuff of this broad and this idiot.” He ran his hand under his nose and snuffed. His boys shoved Arvin to the ground as they left. You ran by his side and helped him up.

“You’re done for, Travis!” Arvin tried throwing himself at him but you held him back. “Done for!”

“Hey! He’s not worth it, Arvin.” You pleaded as you pressed your hand into his shoulder blade. “Hey look at me. He’s not worth it.”

“The next time I see em-”

You stopped him short and pressed your lips against his. He tensed up and then relaxed as he melted against your lips.

“Not worth it, okay.”

“Not worth it.” He hummed as he pulled you closer by the waist.

[shellshocklove]

❀ 2022 fic recs

hi friends <3 this is a little late lmao but i just wanted to make a list of some of my favorite fics i’ve read that was posted throughout 2022. please read the warnings on the fics before reading, and minors do not interact with smut!

* = smut

tom holland

*(un)expected by @luciwritesstuff​ (completed series)

pairing: actor!tom holland x pregnant!fem!reader summary: in which you find yourself in an (un)happy accident with your old classmate, tom holland

*girls talk boys by @/luciwritesstuff (ongoing series)

pairing: actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: coming home for the holidays only to find your old, formerly pain-in-your-ass neighbour got… hot?

i see you by @/luciwritesstuff (completed mini series)

pairing/AU: mixed media - tom holland x fem!reader summary: a friends to lovers story where he falls first and reader is oblivious to his feelings

all i’ll ever need by @lauras-collection​ (one shot)

pairing/AU: college AU - tom holland x fem!reader summary: after spending a night with your best friend’s brother, your life changes forever.

*keep driving by @/lauras-collection (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: not in the mood for a family barbeque you and tom decide to just keep driving, spending the night at a hotel by the coast instead

*angel face by @sunflowertomholland​ (one shot)

pairing/AU: rich kid AU - tom holland x fem!reader summary: desperate for some extra money, you resort to desperate measures, only to figure out your dirty little secret can’t stay secret forever, especially from your ex

*lie with me by @gingerparker​ (one shot)

pairing/AU: teacher!tom holland x teacher!fem!reader summary: tom is single, has been for a while. everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. his family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. so, out of frustration, he tells them he’s gotten engaged! he’s hasn’t. he crosses his fingers that he’ll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé

*pink film by @silkscream​ (one shot)

pairing/AU: camboy/camgirl AU - richkid!tom holland x richkid!fem!reader summary: being forced to stay home for the summer starts to feel worse ehen you have to deal with your sister’s engagement party. not to mention the return of your ex-boyfriend is starting to bombard your sanity

*touch tank by @/silkscream (one shot)

pairing/AU: tom holland x fem!reader summary: in your coastal hometown, not much happens. not until the boy next door, a newcomer house-sitting for his aunt, finally gets you alone

*blind spot by @softholand​ (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: as a snowstorm hits nyc, you find yourself trapped with your first (and only) one night stand

to be real by @/softholland (completed series)

pairing/AU: social media AU - tom holland x singer!fem!reader summary: you need a partner for your next music video. tom holland mentions you as his current favorite musician in one of his interviews. he’s a worldwide famous actor while you’re struggling to make your own career launch. it surely wouldn’t hurt to steal some of his publicity, right? 

*love/hate me more by @tomhollandsblog​ (part two)

pairing: fake dating - tom holland x actress!reader  summary: you and your co-star tom holland can't seem to get along. after the big premiere of your movie, things change. 

how you get the girl by @sunshinesteviee​ (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom befriends the girl who owns the flower shop nearby, and finds himself there more often than he should be

method acting by @userholland​ (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: after his breakup, tom wants nothing to do with the world or his career. even though watching tv and wasting the days help, you’re the only person who can convince him to get up and try something new to not think about his ex... and by something new, you mean an unplanned trip to who knows where. it’s a good thing tom can improvise well

between the lines by @/userholland (one shot)

pairing/AU: college au - frat!tom holland x college!fem!reader summary: finals week is here and you’re an emotional wreck, to say the least. not only is your schedule jam-packed, but there are things going on in your life as well. you need to cram, you need to meet due dates and frankly, you could use a drink to get through it all. the night you go to a frat party, you see a cute and familiar face that you have to see every time you go to the small bookstore and he’s behind the cash register.

*out of time by @/userholland (one shot)

pairing: photographer!tom holland x bestfriend!fem!reader summary: moving from london to new york, tom misses a lot about home. late nights laughing and sharing with his friends and family, but mostly you. a year later, you visit him for a few days and see what he’s been up to. as you go around the city, he takes photos of you to remember the time you’re spending together. you both pick up from where you left off yet at the same time, you have to figure out what’s going to happen after vacation is over. it’s as if your relationship is running out of time.

*snowed in hell @/userholland (one shot)

pairing: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!fem!reader summary: you didn’t think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you’re snowed in with him and away from hom. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that’s very passionate and romantic and you’re curious if you can explore that

cookie dough (& other heartbreak remedies) by @tomdutch​ (one shot)

pairing: actor!amateur baker!tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom holland is a dweller. in fact, obsessing over being upset is his specialty, right next to being a gorgeously handsome actor and his signature chocolate chip cookies. getting publicly dumped by the love of his life definitely didn’t help his anxious tendencies. when the universe throws a dramatic and unnervingly carefree dog-walker into his life—and his gingerbread house display—tom finds out there might be a cure for heartbreak other than cookie dough

back to back by @/tomdutch & @justapurrcat​ (collaborative one shot)

pairing: actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: your and your best friend’s treehouse is your sanctuary. even though you’re only there in the summer (which means you only see tom every summer), it’s been your safe space for your entire life. after a certain surgery on a certain someone’s mole, you find your heart beats a little louder in his presence. now, seven years later, you’re back in the treehouse, and tom still makes your heart pound. even when you don’t want him to

you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me by @waitimcomingtoo​ (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader summary: you make a lot dirty jokes that leave tom wondering how you really feel about him

wicked game by @/waitimcomingtoo (completed series)

pairing/AU: college au - frat!tom holland x fem!reader summary: to become the president of the frat tom has agreed to a bet. to make reader fall in love with him by the end of the semester

those summer nights by @/waitimcomingtoo (completed series)

pairing/AU: summer camp AU - camp counselor!tom holland x camp counselor!fem!reader summary: you don’t like the new camp counselor, but he really likes you 

blurb by @ptergwen​

pairing: tom holland x actress!fem!reader summary: tom flirts with reader during an interview

revisiting is sweeter by @t-lostinworlds​ (a collection of revenge is sweeter written extras - on hold)

pairing/AU: college AU, fake dating AU - college!footballplayer!tom holland x college!fem!reader summary: what happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? even more exciting, what happens if the tom holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? to put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? or maybe…something more?

it’s (a) november baby! by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader summary: tom partakes in a bet with the boys in no nut november. but what happens if you’re a november baby?

*meta-fore of love by @worldoftom​ (third part of the completed series/verse *fantasy & putts)

pairing: roommate!fwb!actor!tom holland x fem!reader summary: roommates with benefits, fantasies and golf—the deal between you and tom is still very much the same. at least until you get a job at a local pub that you adore. that’s when things start to change. if only you could speak your mind… or read tom’s.

*little birdie by @youandtom2​ (one shot <- might come a part two?)

pairing: rich!tom holland x inexperienced!rich!reader summary: tom is really good friends with your borther. you can’t stand him.

*relax for me by @/youandtom2 (one shot)

pairing: piercer!tom holland x fem!reader summary: after loosing a dare reader have to get her clit pierced. she’s nervous but tom helps her relax

*praise you like i should by @/youandtom2 (one shot)

pairing: ceo!tom holland x intern!fem!reader summary: you were always a people-pleaser, desperate to do right by everybody no matter what they asked. being an intern, your boss jackson exploited your people-pleaser tendencies in a very unprofessional manner, and ceo mr. holland wasn’t happy about it...

*as wicked as sin by @/youandtom2 (one shot)

pairing: demon!tom holland x nun!reader summary: you have spent your whole life devoting yourself to your faith and god. but it only takes one, sinful night to devote yourself to the devil.

just friends? by @peteprker​ (one shot)

pairing: jealous!tom holland x fem!reader summary: you and tom have been close friends for years and nothing more. but, one day he sees you flirting with someone else and jealously starts to bubble over

take my hand, wreck my plans by @/justapurrcat (one shot)

pairing: tom holland x fem!hiking guide!reader summary: finally free after a particularly demanding project, tom is looking forward to enjoying a well deserved holiday of sweet idleness… until a local hiking guide catches his attention, throwing all his purposes out of the window

peter parker

baby penguins and popping legs by @/justapurrcat (one shot)

pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter parker, the lovely guy with a kind word for everyone, was alone. even when he was with other people, he was alone. and it wasn’t a normal loneliness, oh no: it came from within, the way monsters of the past did, ready to jump at his throat at the smallest display of weakness

*pistolwhip by @/silkscream (completed series)

pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter parker is in love with his high school best friend, michelle jones, and you ar in love with peter’s roommate, harry osborn. when mj and harry start dating, you and peter test your limits in a situation that “benefits” the both of you. how far will the two of you go to satisfy each others’ loneliness?

blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: angsty blurb based on the song keep it alive by highasakite

blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter, reader’s old high school crush, shows up at the bar where reader works

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: college!peter parker x fem!reader summary: college!peter exes to lovers smut

the value of a moment by @/ptergwen (one shot)

pairing/AU: post nwh - peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter watches his old vlogs back

*can’t get close by @/ptergwen (completed series)

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader summary: in danger of flunking physics, you enlist peter parker to tutor you. you’re at the top of the food chain with your best friends harry osborn and liz allan, but peter is at the bottom. he’s midtown high’s golden boy; you’re the designated party girl. an unlikely friendship is formed between the two of you somewhere along the way. harry isn’t particularly thrilled about it, and he isn’t afraid to air his grevances. eventually, benefits are involved in yours and peter’s friendship. things start to get messy when feelings are, too, and peter’s past dulls his shine

looking respectfully by @/ptergwen (one shot)

pairing/AU: bi disaster!peter parker x fem!reader summary: peter questions his sexuality and what it means for your relationship, debating whether or not he should come out to you

love rectangle by @sparklingsin​ (completed series)

pairing/AU: social media AU, college AU, fake dating - peter parker x stark!fem!reader summary: you like peter. peter might like mj but also you? mj likes harry but peter is her best friend. harry likes mj. harry and you hooked up once. college is complicated. having feelings for your closest friend is one thing but making a plan to get back at him should be your ticket to hell. but is it really evil, if it is all for love?

rainy day inn by @/userholland (one shot)

pairing: nwh!peter x neighbor!fem!reader summary: after choosing to make everyone forget who he is, peter is still trying to adjust to his new life. with may gone and mj & ned in massachusetts, he’s had to branch out and find new friendships to make. still maintaining his spidey persona, he keeps the city of new york safe every day and tries to not make past mistakes. everything has been different, almost like a useless re-do he wishes he could take back. nevertheless, he finds comfort in you, his neighbor that lives across the hall from him. the citizens of new york may need his help… until you come down with a cold

if i was a bug by @annab-nana​ 

pairing/AU: social media AU - peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter asks his friends and family what they would do if he was a bug 

watercolor eyes by @indouloureux​ (one shot)

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader summary: two months after the events of no way home, peter struggles choosing between his painful responsibilities and (un)selfish wants

something about you by @httphollands​​ (one shot)

pairing/AU: neighbours AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: you fall for your neighbour, peter parker—who also seems to be spider-man, you find out on one boring night.  the only problem? he isn’t aware you know.

red brick wall by @hollandsangel​ (blurb)

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter is much less coordinated than he likes to believe

*lovelorn by @/tomdutch (ongoing series)

pairing/AU: college AU - roommate!peter parker x roommate!fem!reader summary: loving your best friend is the biggest cliché there is, even more son when he’s already in a relationship with your other best friend. you can’t deny that peter and cindy just make sense together, on more levels than your non-radioactive-spider-bitten self can ever be with him. for two years, you’ve appeased yourself as peter’s roommate and confidante, but the strings that hold your lovelorn predicament are getting frailer. perhaps the introduction of a twisted millionaire’s son into the equation is what will finally make them snap

white lies, red & blue tights by @/t-lostinworlds (one shot)

pairing/AU: college AU - peter parker x fem!reader summary: you and peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for halloween. but he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. you simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies

only you by @devotion​​ (one shot)

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader summary: peter needs you after his patience snaps

nathan drake

*postcards & kisses by @maryqos​ (one shot)

pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: at a resort in the middle of nowhere, you and nathan have trouble figuring out what message sam left for him. but maybe what the two of you need to figure out isn’t in the postcards…

all part of the plan by @glodessa​ (one shot)

pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: when sully’s great, airtight plan goes south and the bad guys grow suspicious in the middle of your operation, it’s your duty to find a quick solution. no one would’ve thought that your idea would not only save the mission, but also change whatever is going on between you and nate.

*don’t blame me by @/lauras-collection (one shot)

pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: ever since nate broke your trust years ago the two of you have been rivals. this was supposed to be just another treasure hunt. but little did you know it’s gonna change everything

*the memory of your touch by @/sparklingsin (one shot)

pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: rough sex with nathan drake in those cargo pants and white shirt

chocolate and cuddles by @/justapurrcat (one shot)

pairing: film!nathan drake x fem!reader summary: just a soft cuddle session with your treasure-hunting boyfriend

arvin russell

blurb by @/silkscream (*part two)

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: arvin finding out that you’ve never been kissed

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: possessive arvin in the back of his truck not bothering to take off your sundress

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: the towns in the midst of a heat wave and arvin can’t get over how you look licking a cherry ice pop on the tailgate of his truck

*blurb by @/silkscream

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader summary: angry sex with arvin

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[parkerpeter24]

hello angel, what do you think of numbers 16 and 18 from prompt list 3 for our boy arvin russel? please and happy new year!

angel 🥺

pairing: arvin russell x reader

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it had been a week of you living at the russell house after your parents decided to split up. lenora, your best friend had been kind enough to provide you with a roof over your head. emma was a very supportive lady and you needed that sort of environment to overcome the fact that your parents were going to legally part ways. sometimes she would hold you when you cried because the pain of seperation was nothing new to her. it reminded the old lady of the time her son went to war and she longed for any information of his whereabouts.

sometimes you cried at nights alone in bed while everyone was asleep. you stayed in under your blankets and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your own sobs.

on monday you finally went to school with lenora. after a whole week of missing school, your friends were happy to see you but gene dinwoodie and his gang were constantly teasing you about your parents’ situation.

you couldn’t face the humiliation as you rushed out of the school halfway. you walked the whole way back, sobbing and wiping the trail of tears that covered your face every once in a while.

you assumed no one would be home because emma mentioned that earskell would be driving her to the grocery store across town to get some stuff for her special meal on lenora’s upcoming birthday.

but you were proven wrong when you saw arvin standing on the porch next to his uncle’s rocking chair, smoking a cigarette.

he stood up straighter, putting out his cigarette as soon as he saw you.

you never really saw arvin around the house, just carrying groceries for emma and helping repair something around the house but you were almost sure you had spent more time in the house in a week that you stayed there than he did in eight years.

“what’s wrong?” he pointed to your tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

“nothing.” you replied, walking inside the house to avoid a conversation.

you thought he wouldn’t care any further but he followed you inside, “kids at school bothering you?”

“it doesn’t matter really.” you said, placing the books you were carrying on the dining table. you saw arvin disappear into the kitchen and felt bad about talking to him rudely. he was just being nice.

you were about to follow him into the kitchen but he came back with a glass of water. you took it from his hands, flashing him a little smile, and took a sip of water.

“if you want i can beat ‘em up for you.” he shrugged so casually it made you laugh.

after that day arvin and you became friends too and you noticed a lot more of him in the house. you noticed him helping lenora and you with homework, being in kitchen– even if he didn’t work much– with the three of you, eating at the table with everyone. you also noticed his room was right next to the one you were staying in.

after almost three weeks of living with the russell’s, you found a letter in the mailbox addressed to you. it was your mom’s. it was quite early in the morning, you hadn’t gone to school with lenora and you were sure no one was home so you carried the letter to your room, got under your covers and tore it open, reading it.

she had apologised for their constant bickering in that letter and asked you to stay with her once the divorce was settled. you sniffled, placing the letter at your bedside table.

the sudden knock at your door caught you off guard. arvin’s cap was the first thing you noticed as he entered the room partially, “everything okay?” he asked, voice deeper than his usual pitch. you probably woke him up.

“y-yeah, everything is fine.” you wiped your face with your sleeves.

“we got thin walls.” he said, entering the room fully now, “is everything okay?”

you nod your head, “mama sent me a letter, calling me back.”

“you don’t want that?” he rubbed his eyes, walking closer and sitting at the edge of your bed, close to your feet.

“what?”

“to leave here?”

you weren’t sure how to answer that. you wanted to go stay with your mother but something was holding you back too. you wondered if it was emma’s sweet nature, or getting to stay with lenora, or if it was arvin. the possibility made your heard flutter.

instead of saying any of that, you just chose to go with, “it won’t be the same without him there. my daddy.”

arvin placed a hand over yours, which was nervously fidgeting in your lap. he held it and looked into your eyes, “it’s gonna be alright.”

those words felt like everything you needed to hear. you nodded, giving him a smile. the two of you sat there in solitude until arvin’s words cut through the silence, “can i sleep with you?”

you could feel the drowsiness in his voice. instead of wording an answer, you simply lifted your blanket, inviting him to lay with you.

you two laid down, arvin hesitantly placing an arm around your waist. you shuffled closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder until his head chin was resting over your head and your face was nestled into his chest.

you were enveloped in arvin, “oh, you’re so warm, don’t even let go of me.” the brunette mumbled, reading your thoughts. his eyes were closed and expressions the definition of calm when you looked up to read his face.

maybe arvin russell was the only reason you wanted to stay.

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