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I am a whore

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!

pairing . . . arvin russell x fem!reader

summary . . . arvin becomes slightly aggravated at the men in town who think you’re nothing more than a fuck hole so he decides to tell you completely differently in a way you love most in the word

warnings . . . SMUT 18+ ; oral ( f!receiving ) , oral ( m!receiving ) , praise kink , slight degradation , foreplay , slight overstimulation , riding

notes . . . i went a little too far with this but i’ve been in an arvin russell mood and i can’t keep this out of my mind <3

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

MOST WOMEN, WHEN HEARING ABOUT being a housewife, would think it is a loss of power, that they’re letting men control them and making them a product of their imagination. But with you and Arvin, you would happily submit to being his one and only wife, especially when he treats you 10x better than the men in the town.

Now, just because you are a stay-at-home housewife doesn’t mean you let your husband walk all over you. No, you set boundaries, you set rules, and the man happily follows and obeys them . . . sometimes.

Sometimes, when Arvin returns home from work to see you in that beautiful little sundress you love and bent over cooking, he can’t help but lay his hands on you and feast you like his dinner. You were just too beautiful to be left without his touch. And, as a plus, you do practically everything for him, which is more than he can ask. He loves how passionate and caring you are, and although he finds dinner dates and late night cuddle sessions as a thank you, he finds giving you pleasure is 10x better.

Today, as any other day, you woke up to soft kisses scattered across your face and a hand rubbing up and down on your thigh, rough and calloused skin against soft and smooth. Arvin treated you like a goddess every second of every day, and the mornings weren’t any different. While you thought you looked horrible in the morning, he looked at you as if you hung the stars over the moon.

Arvin Russell is completely and irrevocably in love with you. And as are you.

So, as the day progressed and your husband left for work with a long kiss and a wink, you started your daily routine; getting dressed and cleaning the sheets, something that doesn’t have to be done but you do anyways because you just can’t help it, doing your hair and applying your moisturizer without makeup because you’ve decided that ever since your husband revealed how much he loved looking at your face with or without makeup you would stop wearing makeup. You started making the dough for fresh cookies you would gift to the children at the library you visit and squeezing fresh lemon into a pitcher of ice water you leave in the fridge for when the mowers come.

You were not only compassionate about Arvin, but you were absolutely caring for the people of the town, even the ones that looked at you with shame because of the way you dress. You put others before yourself, and you didn’t have a regret about it.

When the clock struck noon, you had decided to go to the market for fish you were going to cook for dinner, and with only one car the two of you own that arvin uses to go to work, you decided to walk to the market. And, as a plus, the weather was completely clear and warm, meaning you would get to show some skin.

You only opted to be there for about a half hour so you still had time to clean the house as you hadn’t had time to the last couple of days, but when a man had approached you near the fruits and started asking you random questions, you knew your trip was going to be longer than expected.

“So . . . you’re Russell’s wife, huh?” You hummed as an answer, looking over the peaches and plums and picking the ones that looked the freshest and juiciest, the ones Arvin loves. “How does that even work? Does he even look over you? I bet you he makes you do everything for him, huh? That’s why you’re here instead of at home, in the kitchen, where you belong.” You ignored the way his words sounded and stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

“No, not at all.” You paused, finally turning to the man, his hair greasy and slicked back, a blue plaid suit on him, signifying that he was one of the workers at the auto shop. “Arvin is way more than that, I choose to do everything for him, and as a ‘thanks’, he greets me with love and affection. You just think that since I’m a women and I’m at the market and not my husband that I’m being held under my will, huh?” When the man didn’t answer and clenched his jaw, you smiled sweetly and nodded, turning around and making your way through the store, grabbing everything you need and walking up to the register.

You placed your basket on the counter, smiling at the woman who scanned your items, recognizing her as the lady who reads to the children at the library. “Mrs. Russell, good morning! How’s Arvin been? I’ve heard about his promotion!”

You smiled sweetly at the woman, pulling out the small wallet you held in your clutch. “Good morning, Serena! Yes, Arvin’s very excited and I’m super proud of him. He’s been wanting this for months.” The woman smiled back, bagging your items and taking the money, giving you a goodbye and sending you off on your way.

As you walked through the streets of town, you wondered what your husband was doing, besides work, obviously. You wondered if he was thinking about you like you were with him. But who are you kidding, you are always on the man’s mind.

Returning home, you packed away the groceries and continued with your daily routine; cleaning the house and giving the stray cats that sit outside the house a can of tuna, putting peanut butter and bird seeds in the bird feeder, and planning this weeks dinners. You liked being ahead of time instead of choosing what to eat the day of, and Arvin liked it because he would be prepared of what you were cooking so if he needed to come home early or not.

He favored your chicken tomatillo tacos the most.

At work, your husband only thought of coming home and holding you in his arms, his entire thought process consisted of you and your smile, And, God, he would do anything to leave early and come home to you, but, in order for you both to have a stable life and income, he needed to work. Years ago, he often took double shifts for days you were running low on money and worked his ass off just to get you something nice. But now, as you are able to stay home and he works at a decent job with a better pay than the last one, he doesn’t have to worry all the time.

He’s finally able to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

Arvin heard the things the men at his job said about their wives, how they are just placement holders for their dicks, how they are whores just wanting to be held in a man’s arms, and listening to them made him want to vomit. He could and would never think of you like that, especially when you helped him through the worst time of his life.

So, when Arvin arrived home to see you preparing that night’s dinner, an apron covering your sundress and your hair parted into a ponytail with a bow tied around it, he saw the future right in front of him. He saw the children that would run up to him and surround him and hugs and giggles, he saw the small baby you would hold while walking up to him and greeting him with a soft kiss, he could see the small children faking disgust as they saw their parents kiss. He saw the entire future just by looking at you, and he loved it.

You hadn’t heard the door open softly, humming to the music sounding throughout the house, your hips swaying to the beat and your head slowly swinging left and right as you slowly cut up the fish for dinner with the red gloves on your hands, stopping your hands from touching the raw fish.

So, when you felt arms wrap around you and a head rest on your shoulder, you jumped and squeaked turning around and startling your husband as you held a knife. His eyes widened as he stepped back. “Hey, it’s me! It’s me, doll!”

You exhaled a large breath, leaning onto your knees as Arvin had to hold in his chuckles. “My God, Arvin! You about scared the heart out of me!” You leaned back up, breathing heavily and looking into the beautiful brown eyes of your husband, finally smiling at him as he muttered an apology.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

You sighed, pealing off the gloves and stepping forward, your heals clicking against the floor as you wrapped your arms around Arvin’s neck, his hands falling to your hips, his thumbs rubbing the skin gently. You smiled sweetly, “I missed you.”

Arvin grinned. “I missed you too, darlin’. You don’t know how hard it was to listen to the men at work and not get annoyed.” You giggled, listening to his aggravated tone, leaning forward and standing in your tiptoes in your heels, connecting your lips in a passionate kiss.

Arvin hummed into the kiss, fully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, one of your hands moving to rest on his cheek, your thumb smoothing over the stubble slowly growing on his jaw. When you finally parted, you both breathed heavily, leaning your foreheads against each other.

Arvin sighed, “God, this is my favorite part of the day, apart from seeing you naked when we shower.” He chuckled when you hit his chest and moved from his arms and turned around to finish cutting the fish and placing them in the pan of oil.

The whole time you cooked dinner, Arvin watched, his arms wrapped around you and his head leaning on his shoulder, a contented smile on his face as he listen to your voice, explaining about the different things you did while he was gone, placing soft kisses on the exposed skin of your collarbone ever so often. He loved listening to you, whether it would be explaining your day or confessing your love for him, he would listen to you even if you were explaining the way the world spun. Because with you, he was completely and utterly soft.

When dinner was ready and Arvin set the table, you two sat down and started eating, his hand covering yours on the table ever so often, a smile on his face as he told you how good you were at cooking just to see the blush on your face. He wasn’t lying when he said it, you truly were the best cook he ever met.

“Did you go to the market like you had told me?” Your husband asked, eating another piece of fish and taking a sip of his wine.

You nodded, humming. “Yes, I also grabbed a couple pieces of fresh fruit, it’s cut and washed in the fridge, along with lemon water.” He grinned at you sweetly, wondering what he had done to ever deserve you. “But, something happened at the market today.” His smile faded when he saw the small frown on your face, his eyebrows furrowing as he stopped eating.

“What happened, doll?”

You cleared your throat, placing your fork down and wiping your mouth with your napkin. “Well . . . I was planning on only spending an hour there at most, but then a man walked up to me, I think he works at the auto shop.” Arvin had to stop himself from creating all types of scenarios in his head, waiting for you to continue. “I guess he knows me, because he knows I’m your wife, but . . . he kept asking me weird questions like if you actually care for me or if I’m just someone you’re using for sex like some of the other men and how he could probably treat me better. I didn’t really know what to think of it, but all I did was tell him you are the greatest husband I’ve ever had and it seemed to make him angry.”

Arvin clenched his fists, stopping himself from standing up from the table and finding the man who insulted not only him, but his wife. “He followed me around the store a couple of times, but he didn’t talk to me after.”

You cleared your throat once more when all you heard was silence, thinking the worst, that your husband was angry with you, that he thought it was your fault. It was times like these that you hated overthinking.

“Arvin?” The man came back to reality, looking at your face and feeling guilty of the small frown planted on it. “Are you mad?”

Your husband shook his head, “I’m mad doll, just not at you.” He paused, giving your body a once over as you clenched your thighs to stop yourself from moaning at the way his eyes darkened. He slowly rose from his seat, walking over to you in large steps and leaning down, his mouth only inches away from his. “Maybe I should show him who you belong to, hm?”

THAT WAS HOW YOU LANDED HERE, your body convulsing as your husband let his tongue glide throughout your folds, long slow licks and fast short kitten licks, his mouth closing over your clit and sucking it into his mouth, tugging on it slightly and running his teeth over it smoothly.

“God, Arvin! fuck, oh my god- please, pl-” Nothing that came out of your mouth sounded like words, your sentences slurring and your back arching as the sensations from his tongue guided you to a high like no other. He hummed into your pussy, sending a vibration through your body that sent you flying, your hands running to his hair to yank him closer, your hips moving up and down, Arvin not even trying to stop you.

“Please, Arvin, please.” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, but it seemed as though he had, because his hands ran along the skin of your stomach and landed on your breasts, pinching the buds between his forefinger and thumb and rolling them, sending you to your first orgasm.

“Go on, doll. Let go, give me it all.”

With his encouraging words, your back arched from the bed painfully and your juices flowed to his tongue, Arvin groaning as he licked them up. Guiding you through your high with long soft licks, running his hands around your skin.

As your body slumped against the bed, he finally tore his mouth from you and grinned up at you, his chin coated in your slick and his hands softly squeezing your convulsing thighs. He leaned up, moving over you and resting on his elbows, interlocking your lips together softly. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”

You grinned up at your husband, moving your hands to his cheek, pulling his lips to yours once more before pulling back and slowly guiding one of your hands to his boxers, breathing in the groan he emitted when your manicured finger softly ran over his slightly exposed tip, his eyes squeezing shut.

“I never need a break when it comes to you, Arvin.” With that, you pushed his body slightly and laid him on his back, planting kisses on his neck while he rested his hands behind his head, whimpering slightly at the feel of your lips on his skin. You moved your lips down, planting kisses on the ink of his chest, tracing the tattoo of your name on his collarbone with your tongue, tugging his skin between your teeth and sucking lightly, feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

You loved the way he would bite his bottom lip to keep his whimpers in. You loved the way he would slightly move his hips, just to feel your exposed pussy glide over his clothed cock. And you loved the way your name fell from his lips.

When you finally got to the band of his pants, you wasted no time in pulling them down and moving your hand to wrap around his cock, licking a long stripe from the base to his tip and reminiscing at the way he groaned. Your lips wrap around his tip, your tongue licking his slit and finally moving down, shoving his dick down your throat and arching your back to give him a view of your ass, the second thing he loved most about you.

The sounds of wet slurping and gagging filled the room as Arvin moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbors hear. He wanted people to know how much you give him pleasure, he wanted everyone to know who’s dick you suck every night.

You breathed through your nose as you sucked him off, knowing he was close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, your hand moving to his balls, fondling them between your fingers and feeling them clench. You didn’t stop, even when your husband gave you a warning that he was close. You didn’t stop when his hand moved down to your hair to guide you up and down at the pace he liked. And you didn’t stop, even when his load filled your mouth.

At some point, Arvin had to push you off his dick, the overstimulation being too much for him, your breathing heavy as you move up to his torso, kissing his lips and letting him taste him from your tongue. Your hand moved down to guide his dick between your folds, both of you gasping when you slowly moved down, your lips disconnecting and your body moving up as you rested your hands on his chest, your nails scratching the skin.

“God, doll. you feel fucking amazing.” You moaned at his words, not even starting with a slow pace, speeding things up and moving up and down at a fast pace, a small scream falling from your lips as his hands move to your waist and one of them slap your ass, guiding you up and down.

Your body fell back a bit, your hands bracing themselves on his thighs and giving him a view of his cock moving in and out of you, making his cock twitch in you. He kept moaning out encouraging words that kept blurring in your mind as you moaned loudly and shamelessly.

“Oh shit, oh fuck, Arvin, Arvin! Oh, I’m so close!” His hands smooth over the skin of your waist, moving down to your thighs and back up to your breasts, fondling them like he had before, your hands moving over them as you continued to rock on him.

“Come on, doll. Cum for me, give me it all.” Your mouth opened in a silent scream, your body stopping its movements although Arvin’s hands slowly moved you forward and backwards as your cum sprayed out, coating his chest in your juices. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled under his breath, his dick twitching as he reached his high, his cum falling from his dick in spurts as you get your breathing stabled, feeling full from the warmth of his cum.

As you leaned onto your husband, ignoring the sticky substance on his skin and burrowing your face into his neck, his smiled at the ceiling, running his hands over your thick thighs and placing kisses on your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N Russell.”

You blushed, kissing his neck. “I love you more, Arvin Russell.”

The “Devil All the Time” summed up in 2 sentences:

1. A whole bunch of British actors pretending to be American and...

2. Arvin Russell, either having an incredibly good shot or is just stupid lucky...idk you tell me

Good film, I watched it twice soooo I must’ve liked it.

does he get deja vu? ✧ t.holland

summary: and when you see them, you always wonder if he gets deja vu.

warnings: sadness, angst, breakup(?

a/n: so this song is pretty famous so i thought about this ya know? send some requests! english it's not my first language so i'm so sorry about any mistake. take care of yourself please <3 (not my gif)

"Are you paying attention to me?" Hemsworth asked and rested his hand on the table.

"Huh?" you asked, returning your puzzled gaze to him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked and then turned his body to see where your gaze was directed. Soon his eyes collided with Tom and his new girlfriend sitting at another table.

"You almost drop my lemonade!" Anthony arrived next to Sebastian and Evans, making a lot of noise.

"Such a drama queen, oh my god." the blue eyed rolled his eyes and took a seat next to you, while Anthony and Sebastian sat across from you. "What's the matter? Why the puppy eyes?" he asked you when he saw you didn't look too happy.

"Isn't obvious?" Sebastian asked without waiting for an answer. "The spidey boy has a new girl and they are eating like three tables behind us."

"You're sad because that kid?" Anthony asked in disbelief, you didn't answer. "Teenage love it's gross. At your age nothing is real."

"I knew Elsa when I was her age," Chris said, taking a piece of his food into his mouth. Sebastian smacked him lightly on his arm for what he said. "Sorry."

"Just-" the man next to you spoke and put his hand on your shoulder. "Lift your ass, go to a party and fuck some random guy." he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Chris!" Sebastian immediately scolded him for what he had suggested to you. Hemsworth and Anthony started laughing together.

"What i'm supposed to say?!" he shrugged and looked at him.

"She's 23!" he reminded him and you held in the laughter you had been provoked to laugh. "Ignore him, he's drunk," Stan told you and took your hand so he could talk to you. "Just don't look at them, and don't cry on set because you're gonna ruin your makeup and that would be awful."

The mood had improved a bit until a shout from Tom reached your ears.

"Can you ask them to put sugar in the edges? Thanks, love!"

[ "C'mon Spider-man, c'mon," Tom's voice practicing his dialogue reached your ears as soon as you opened the trailer door. "Oh, hey lovie." he greeted you and smiled brightly at the sight of you.

"What are you doing?" you asked and dragged a chair over to sit across from him.

"Practicing my dialogues," he smiled proudly and diverted his gaze to the drink in your hands, exactly to the edges of the glass. "What's that on the edges?" he asked with great curiosity.

"Oh, it's sugar," you pointed to it and took a sip. "Taste better with this, wanna try?" you stretched out your arm so he could drink from the glass, but he pushed it back towards you.

"Take another sip and don't lick your lips," he ordered you and you did it immediately, not knowing why he told you that. "Great, now kiss me." he stood up from the other chair and put his hands on your legs for support and leaned into you.

"Tastes good?" you asked once you two were separated for a moment. He nodded and took the drink out of your hands, both of you knowing where this would end.

"So good." ]

°•°•°•

"Can you call Tom for us? He's in his trailer." Joe asked politely and you nodded, feeling the nerves coursing through your blood.

You dragged your tennis shoes across the concrete as the wind whipped against your black jacket that covered half of your body.

You knew exactly what Tom's trailer was because of all the times you had spent in it.

The melody of a song filled your ears as you stood in front of the door, took a breath and knocked. No one opened, until the fourth time.

"Yeah?" Melissa opened the door instead of Tom, and that's when you could hear the words of the song well, instantly identifying it. Everybody Talks.

"Can you say to Tom that we need him in the set? We're gonna record some scenes, so yeah." you tried to say as quickly as possible so as not to make the moment more awkward than it already was.

"Sure, he will be there in a minute."

"Thanks." you thanked her and started walking as fast as possible back to the set, as you knew Tom would be out any minute and you didn't want to bump into him.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you remembered the words to that song and the reason why it was so special.

[ "Shut up and listen!" you pushed Tom's body away, causing his body to fall backwards onto the bed.

"I'm listening!" he shouted back and sat back up to listen.

Everybody Talks was playing in the background while you and Tom sat on the edge of the bed, paying attention to the beat and lyrics.

"Why do you like that song so much?" he asked and you leaned your weight on your hands, pressing your palms to the mattress.

"I like the beat, it's fun." You answered simply and started bobbing your head to the beat of the melody.

Tom didn't say anything else and just stood watching you, admiring the little moments passing in front of his eyes. He liked the way it was just you and him in that moment, and always.

"Wait!" The song ended and you immediately got up to walk over to your cell phone and put it back on play. "Let's dance!"

You stretched out your arms and with your hands you grabbed your boyfriend's, helping him off the bed so they could dance properly. His movements were not precise and he was just moving without any sense at all.

It was a sweet moment that you wanted to stay in for a lifetime. ]

°•°•°•

"Y/N!" Anthony called out to you from behind the cameras and you looked up. "Did you call Tom?"

"I did, yeah." you nodded your head and continued to play a little with your feet since you were hanging from the harness.

"Did you really call him?" Chris asked at a volume where only you could hear him.

"I really did," you told the truth without taking your eyes off him. "I don't know why he's not here."

Some five minutes later, a disheveled and agitated Tom appeared in front of everyone. His suit was ill-fitting and traces of lipstick adorned his lips.

"Horny boy." Chris said in a whisper and turned away so he wouldn't see how they would tell Tom that he was misrepresented.

"Oh great." your lips formed a line and you started playing with your hands as you waited for Tom's harness to be put on.

[ "Tom, stop," you said between giggles and kisses as Tom was on top of you and wouldn't let you go. "Someone it's gonna see us."

"The door it's locked," he said in a whisper and with bated breath before moving to your neck to leave wet kisses there. "Just enjoy it, my pretty baby."

Tom's hands were positioned on your hips while yours were on his curls, tousling them a bit. He broke away, seeking your lips to kiss them again. Your legs wrapped around his hips making the separation between the two of you minimal.

Tom's soft lips felt cooler and cooler, his tongue beginning to sneak in between the kiss, asking for access. You opened your mouth a little wider to make the kiss even more intense.

You pushed Tom's chest a little to make him pull away from you, your hands reaching for the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it away and returning to his make out session immediately.

"You're so pretty." you murmured between his lips and wrapped your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you and reconnect your lips.

Your hands ran over Tom's skin slowly as your lips began to swell a little from the intense kisses you shared.

"Tom!" a knock on the door made you two separate instantly. "We need you in makeup in ten mins!"

"Seven more minutes of kisses?" ]

°•°•°•

"Good morning, can i get a hot chocolate with extra milk and whipped cream? Thank you." you asked the cashier for your order and moved a little so you could wait and not get in the way of the line.

"Why i'm not surprised that you always ask for the same thing?" the unrecognizable voice of Tom sounded behind you.

"Hi to you." you turned and greeted him quickly, wanting this moment to end.

"Do you want to go to the set together? Melissa it's not coming today." he asked in the nicest way, was it necessary to name Melissa?

"Sure, just let me get my order and we can go." he nodded and headed for the door so he could wait for you outside.

Thousands of thoughts went through your head at that instant. Where is Melissa? Why is she being so nice? Should you walk out alone?

"So, how are you?" he asked to start a conversation between the two of you.

"Good and you?" you answered as dryly as possible so he could see you didn't feel like talking to him.

"Great too," he smiled and took a drink of his coffee, remaining silent for a few moments. "Can i ask you a question?"

"You already did." you shrugged and he just laughed uncomfortably.

"Why are you avoiding me? Did i did something wrong?" he asked innocently with a tone of concern. You clicked your tongue and shook your head.

"I'm not avoiding you, it's just," you lowered your gaze for a few seconds. "We're not a couple anymore, so."

"Oh, i get it."

"Can i ask you a question?" now it was your turn to ask, he nodded quickly.

"Of course."

"Do you get deja vu when she's with you?"