#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.

[sunhlland]

Why is it so difficult to find behind the scenes of tdatt? Netflix doing a terrible job of promotion as always.

Arvin will always be one of my favorite characters, as will this movie, on my list of my favorite Thomas movies.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Fire Meet Gasoline

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: when you see your ex boyfriend in public, you ask the closet stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend

Requested by @xtom-darling-x17

Masterlist

Arvin wasn’t one to offer help to people, much less a stranger, but you had caught his eye. He stood by his car after filling his tank with gas and watched you stare at the gas pumps with a puzzled look on your face. He had seen you pull into the gas station with such confidence, but that was all gone now that you had to pick the right pump to put in your car. Arvin debated driving away and letting you figure it out by yourself since after all, he didn’t even know you. But after watching you hesitantly reaching for the diesel for the third time, he decided to speak up.

“Need help miss?” He asked as he approached you. You stiffened up at the sound of his voice and took an instinctive step away from him.

“No. I’m fine, thanks.” You replied without looking at him.

“You sure about that?” Arvin asked as he watched you hesitantly pick up the diesel pump.

“Said I don’t need any help from the likes of you, all right?” You said again. “Just leave me alone and go on your way.”

“Sorry miss. Didn’t mean to trouble you. Just noticed you was putting diesel in your car, is all.” Arvin said and raised his hands in defense.

“Diesel?” You paused and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Yeah, darling. That right there is diesel.”

“Psh. I knew that. I like diesel.” You lied and brought the pump over to your car.

“Oh, my bad. Didn’t know that. Can I ask if you also like your car blowing up?” Arvin asked sarcastically.

“Excuse me?”

“Diesel will clog your fuel system and keep the car from startin. If you push the gas pedal too much, whole car will burst in flames. Seen it happen right in front of me once. The guy barely made it out alive.”

“Oh.” You froze and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Could help you out, if you like.” He offered again.

“No thank you. I said I was fine.” You repeated, in a kinder tone this time. Arvin nodded and took a step back as he watched you put the diesel pump back. You looked between the other two pumps for a minute before hesitantly grabbing the one in the middle.

“Um….” You hesitatingly looked to Arvin to see if you were about to make another fatal mistake. He shook his head and held up one finger to let you know you needed pump number one. You gave him a tight smile before putting back the pump in your hand and picking up the first one. You put the pump in your car and just stood there until Arvin put his hand over yours to squeeze the pump. You felt the gas flow out and looked at Arvin with an embarrassed smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly.

“No problem, doll.” He chuckled and felt his face flush from how close you were.

“Sorry I was short with you before. I have a hard time trusting men sometimes.” You admitted without looking into his eyes.

“Yeah? Seems we have that in common.”

“I just didn’t know if you were gonna fill my car up and then try to get me to repay you or something.”

“Repay me?”

“You know. With a kiss or something.”

“Darling, I’m no gentlemen, but I’m no villain either. I’d never try and get you to do something you didn’t want to do. Just saw a pretty lady struggling and wanted to offer my help. That’s all.” Arvin assured you, and you felt yourself believing him.

“Oh. Well thats very nice of you. Sorry I was rude.”

“No need to be sorry. Got a sister back home and I hope she’s half as vigilant as you are. Can’t trust nobody in this town. Especially not the men.” Arvin said and looked around the gas station.

“Don’t I know it.” You sighed. Arvin noticed the sadness in your voice and gave you a long look. He hadn’t seen you around before, which was strange since he thought he knew everyone in town. You were awfully pretty and the fact that you were a little mean to him made him like you even more.

“My names Arvin, by the way.” He told you.

“Y/n.” You smiled warmly at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He returned the smile.

“You too, Arvin. Thanks again for the lesson.” You replied. You finished pumping the gas in your car and watched as Arvin returned the pump so you would know what to do next time.

“I’m really smart, by the way.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Huh?” He laughed in surprise.

“I’m really smart. I’m a school teacher down by the church. I went to college too. And I was the top of my class.” You told him, adding something every time you thought of a different example of your intelligence.

“Is that so?” Arvin asked, still confused what point you were making.

“I’m just telling you this so you don’t think I’m some dumb damsel in distress. I’m usually very smart but my daddy used to fill my car for me and never taught me how. He said it wasn’t a lady’s job to do it.”

“Well where’s your daddy now? Cause somebody needs to stop you from blowing yourself up.” Arvin chuckled.

“He don’t speak to me no more.” You said quietly, making Arvin feel guilty for poking fun at you.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely.

“It’s fine. I know what to do now thanks to you.“

“It was no trouble, darling. And next time, use this pump. Stay away from the diesel.” Arvin said and tapped the correct pump.

“I will. Thank you.” You smiled at him before looking over his shoulder. Arvin watched the way your smile dropped and the color drained from your face.

“Oh shoot.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Arvin frowned and looked over his shoulder to try to find what you were looking at.

“My ex boyfriends just pulled up.” You gulped and pointed. Arvin immediately felt curious to see what kind of guy you used to date to see if he had a chance with you. When he saw a man in a red and white pinstripe shirt and white pants coming out of a flashy car, he cracked an amused smile.

“That candy ass used to be your boyfriend?” Arvin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hush. He’ll hear you.” You whispered desperately and tugged on Arvins shirt to get him to stand in front of you.

“How come he’s dressed like a candy cane?” Arvin genuinely asked as he used his body to block you from your ex boyfriends view.

“I mean it, Arvin. Hush up.” You whispered harshly.

“Whats got you so wound up, baby doll? Did he take the breakup hard or something?”

“Truth is, he used to beat up on me.” You admitted. “It took all the strength I had to leave him. If he sees me right now, I’m scared of what he might do to get me back.”

“He beat on you?” Arvin looked over his shoulder again and felt his hands ball into fists. He found your unwillingness to be seen funny before, but was furious now. He looked at your ex with a clenched jaw and took a protective step in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling all this to a stranger.” You apologized, making Arvin look at you like you were crazy. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed up and down to try and calm you down.

“No, no it’s okay, darling. I don’t mind the story. Just mind the characters.” Arvin assured you before giving your ex another angry look. He didn’t want to lose his temper in front of you, but the thought of this pretentious guy beating up a school teacher was making his blood boil. He could feel his face getting hotter the longer he looked at your ex and the urge to beat him up got stronger.

“I know this is a little crazy to ask, but would you mind…” You started to ask but trailed off.

“Mind what?”

“Nothing. Forget it. Never mind.” You shook your head.

“Just ask me, darling. Worst I’ll say is no.”

“Would you mind doing something to make him think we’re together? Like kissing me or something?” You whispered through an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, so now you do want me to kiss you? I thought you were mean to me because you didn’t want me to try and kiss you.” Arvin smiled teasingly. He knew the gravity of the situation and was trying to calm you down a little so you wouldn’t be freaked out.

“I know what I said before.” You rolled your eyes. “But this is important. If he thinks I got a boyfriend, he’ll leave me alone.”

“I see. And you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Just until he’s gone.”

“I think I can manage that.” Arvin shrugged before pulling you into a kiss. He slipped and arm around your waist and pressed you against your car to kiss you, taking your breath away in the process. You didn’t feel time moving as you kissed him but did feel the fear leaving your body. After spending the last eight months thinking all love ever did was break and burn and end, you felt it begin again. When you pulled away, you looked into Arvins eyes, no longer feeling like he was a stranger.

“Well I’ll be. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you ever again, toots. What are you doing here?” Your ex asked, making you and Arvin jump in surprise. You’d been so engrossed in each other that you hadn’t heard him walk up. Arvin could feel you shaking so he tightened his grip on your waist and shifted his body weight forward in a threatening way.

“What are we doing here? At the gas station? Take a fat fucking guess, dip shit. We’re putting gas in her car.” Arvin scoffed and looked at your ex like it was ridiculous to ask. You let out a shocked laugh and turned your face to the side to try and hide it. Your ex noticed the way Arvins arm was around you and his eyes darkened.

“I’m sorry, who the hell is this?” He asked you, the anger in his voice giving you flashbacks to worse times.

“Arvin Russel. Y/n’s boyfriend. And you are?” Arvin asked and held out a hand. You could tell this bothered your ex to hear you had a new boyfriend and felt your power come back to you. His face turned white as he looked at Arvin in shock. You tightened your grip on Arvin and looked up at him with a loving smile to really sell your story.

“Chuck Greenwood.” Chuck said and hesitantly shook Arvins hand. Arvin made sure to squeeze Chucks hand hard enough to make it hurt as he shook it.

“I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.” Chuck said to you as he pulled his hand away from Arvin.

“Well I do.” You shrugged and leaned in Arvin. Chucks eyes brewed with jealousy as he watched the two of you.

“I guess I would’ve known that if you ever answered my calls. Must be too busy moving on. Which you did pretty fast, one might say. Didn’t realize you were such a quick girl.” Chuck said in a condescending tone.

“Fuck you, Chuck.” You scoffed, taking everyone by surprise.

“What did you just say to me?” Chuck raised his voice.

“Believe she said fuck you, Chuck.” Arvin repeated with a shrug.

“Yeah. I did. I don’t answer your calls cause I don’t want to hear your nasty, agitating voice no more. And I moved on fast because I knew the entire time that I was with you that I wanted something better for myself. So as soon as I got away from you, I went and found better. And you don’t get to be mad about that.” You stated. You weren’t shaking anymore but Arvin still kept his arm securely around your waist.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Chuck growled and stepped up to you.

“You.” You said and shoved him back. Chuck stumbled back in surprise before clenching his fist. Arvin got ready to fight, but you were one step ahead of him. You grabbed the diesel pump and aimed it at Chuck like it was a gun. Chuck was immediately disarmed and held up his hands.

“You don’t scare me no more. Especially not when you’re dressed like a candy cane.” You said in a low voice. Arvin smiled proudly that you used his insult and leaned against your car to watch you.

“Now get lost before I spray you.” You added and held the pump up higher. Chuck ran away from you, tripping over his own feet before getting into his car to drive away.

“Where did that come from?” Arvin laughed in surprise once you were alone again.

“I have no idea. But it felt really good.” You smiled in excitement as you put the pump back.

“I bet it did. I’m proud of you, darlin. I hope you’re proud of yourself too.” Arvin smiled fondly at you.

“You know, I am. Thanks for your help, Arvin. I couldn’t have done that without you.”

“You’re very welcome, miss. But I think you could’ve gotten along without me just fine. What’s the story with him anyway?”

“He works at the mechanic shop my daddy owns. I don’t have any brothers so Chuck was like a son to him. Was even gonna pass down the family business to him. When I finally told my parents how he’d been treating me…”

“They took his side?” Arvin asked, hoping the answer was no. Instead, you gave him a sad smile and nodded your head.

“My parents said all men were like that. Told me to suck it up and marry him anyway so that we’d have someone to give the family business to once my daddy was gone.”

“I’m sorry, darling. That’s no fair. No fair at all.”

“I know. And that wasn’t even the end of it. When I told my daddy I broke up with Chuck, he told me he never wanted to see me again. Haven’t spoken to him since.” You said with a sad shrug. Arvin frowned and felt the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you everything would be okay. Since you were still pretty much strangers, he just put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“My daddy wasn’t a good man either. I know it hurts.” He said in a soft tone. You looked into Arvins eyes and could tell this was not an emotion he was used to exhibiting. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand over his.

“Something else we have in common then.” You smiled coyly.

“Maybe we should go out sometime. You know, see what else we have in common.” Arvin suggested as a blush painted his cheeks. You noticed this and felt your heart flutter in your chest. For the first time in a long time, you trusted someone new. You took a pen out of your pocketbook before taking Arvins hand and writing your number on his wrist.

“This is my number. I promise I’ll pick up.”

“I promise I’ll call.” He grinned as he read over the number.

“I should really get going. But it was very nice to meet you, Arvin.” You smiled warmly at him and unlocked your car. Arvin opened the door for you so that you could get in, convincing you further that giving him a chance was the right thing to do.

“Was nice to meet you too, doll.” Arvin smirked as he shut your car door for you. You gave him a wave and started your car before pulling away.

“Wait a minute.” Arvin called out and jogged after your car. You stopped the car and rolled down your window to look at him.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss your boyfriend goodbye?” He smiled coyly as he leaned down to your window. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before leaning out the window to kiss him. You knew it was crazy to be kissing a man you just met, even for the second time, but it felt right.

“Goodbye. I mean it this time.” You laughed and pulled away.

When you got home that night, your phone rang before you even had a chance to set your bag down. Your heart skipped a beat as you went over to answer it.

“Hello?” You said into the phone, hoping to hear Arvins voice again.

“Hey.” Arvin replied. “So am I gonna have to wait until the next time you need gas to see you or are you free tomorrow night?”

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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*

Nathan Drake 🗺️

Fill Up the Room

Money make her smile*

Bunny

[hollandsfavbabe]

Tom Holland Masterlist

includes peter parker and other characters

navigation

Key:

*= smut

❀= favorite

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

[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.”

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[tomdutch]

tom’s freckles co-starring in tdatt

[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:

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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.

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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.

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NATHAN DRAKE:

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ARVIN RUSSELL:

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[buckyshairstylist]

Thinking about Tom Holland’s Prada photoshoot

[holyfruitsnax]

Southern Hospitality

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

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[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”.