𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

ruffled hair

summary: arvin comes home from another hard day of work, right back into your warm comforting embrace

word count: 0.4k

warnings: fluff

edited: bare w me, i wrote this late at night w a fat headache and i wanted to get this done so sorry if its a mess sjdkbdf hopefully the next blurbs wont be rushed. and cr to ​ for the divider! annd thank you so so much to ari for tha amazing header ​ 🥺💞

a/n: sooo yes, i have other things to do. but i really wanna start up something that'll keep me motivated. so i'm following an october prompt list from ​. happy october loves!

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Arvin absolutely adores every single inch of you. He adores everything about you such as that damn smile of yours, the sound of you humming, and the smell of your cooking when he comes home from work.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he opens the door and the scent of a home-cooked meal and his girl overwhelms his senses. "Darlin'?" he hears your angelic voice from the kitchen.

He places down his bag and kicks the door closed, walking over to you with excitement. "Comin' sweets," he calls back groggily.

You didn't expect him to come up from behind you so soon. You let out a quiet gasp as he wraps his arms around your waist, and sways you side to side. You smile and place down the vegetables in your hand. "Someone's tired," you wipe your hands on your apron and place your hands on top of his.

"M' yeah. But never of you," he buries his face in your shoulder, placing warm kisses against your skin.

You blush at his comment and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Oh, Arvin. I love ya," you kiss his nose.

He smiles tiredly and leans in, connecting his lips with yours. "I love y' more, doll."

"Is that so?" you murmur in between kisses, threading your fingers through his hair.

He lets out a sigh of pleasure as your gentle fingers tug at his locks. He loved your touches, especially when they had to do with his hair. Something about you petting him ever so lovingly made him swoon and fall for you every time.

"Yep," he mutters and picks you up, spinning you around.

You squeal and hold him close, tensing at the cold counter as he places you down. He stands in between your legs and kisses you once more, enjoying your soft lips moving with his.

"'Nother hard day at work?" you mumble into the kisses, massaging his scalp.

"M'," he hums a short response and holds your waist. "You makin' pumpkin pie?" he leans his forehead against yours, a tiny smile growing onto his lips.

"Sure am, I know my boy likes pie," you coo and peck his lips, about to pull away from his hair.

"No," he whines lowly, his response surprising you. You swore you made him softer every day. "Keep y' hands in my hair lover, it's where they belong," he squeezes your waist and gives you short yet sweet kisses.

"Whatever you say handsome," you chuckle softly and pull him close, your chest's flush against each other.

He sighs in content as you continue playing with his hair, "I absolutely adore y', you know that?"

"I know. I adore you much more, my ruffled hair baby," you press your lips against his once more.

Nothing better than your hands in his hair, your lips molded with his and the sweet scent of pumpkin pie filling the beautiful home you share with your lover.