#some things are better left under the rug man 😭

[adawngswife]

dating sean diaz hcs pt 3

sassy man apocalypse is real

- does that thing where he lights ur cig/joint/whatever like he did w lyla at the beginning w u ALL THE TIME. in fact he will purposely offer u one just so he can do it. he absolutely loves it and he has no idea why

- if ur not a smoker at all he thinks u coughing up a lung is cute in a weirdly endearing way! he pats ur back while laughing and urges u to try again bc he can be a bad influence at times LMAO

- whenever u guys sit together in class sean has a natural tendency to start doodling on ur arm. some days he just does one or two cute little drawings and other days hes a whole fucking tattoo artist. u walk around school with whole arm sleeves for the rest of the day

- “don’t move (y/n) im drawing the tentacles”

- “sean u said u were gonna draw a little rose…”

- he will look up rlly quick at u and goes back to drawing the kraken LMAO

- u draw like one little dot on his paper and u guys start fighting over it 😭 by the end of it theres 50 micopenises on his paper and u have a HUGE detailed penis on urs bc sean is extra asf

- sean loves messing with ur hair. after a while of dating he will just walk by u and ruffle ur hair at school. honestly, a part of him likes doing it and just fast walking away bc he can hear u complain in the distance LMAO

- hes weirdly into the unkempt look...

- bf air is real with him. if u wear makeup, u always leave his house with smeared lipstick and smudged eye makeup. not even bc u guys were getting down (sometimes) but just bc u guys are constantly play fighting

- u almost always text sean later saying how embarrassing that was and get mad at him for not telling u the whole time

- daniel, being a blunt kid, tries to say something abt u looking like a mess when ur about to leave and sean just slaps his hand over his mouth. daniel makes indistinguishable whining under his palm while sean ushers u out the door 😭 he chooses not to tell u bc he loves when u look like a mess, stray hairs and everything.

- despite u not liking it AT ALL he draws it in his journal later while kicking his feet LMAO

- sean is very prone to accidents. it doesnt help he loves risky activities (ex. skating) which causes lots of scrapes and bloody noses

- he likes when u wipe his nose with a tissue with a concerned face it has him feeling pampered asf.

- when u get close to his face with a swab and nag under ur breath abt him doing stupid shit he just goes “ur right it wont happen again” while trying to suppress a cheeky lil smile. he loves it when u care for him and act bossy/motherly in general 😭 does this imply the void karen left is very big and wide? maybe! he lacks self-awareness in this department tho.

- all he knows is gf take care of him = feeling like a snug bug in a rug

- hes a dork but also a gentleman so hell do backflips to hold the door for u and make sure u walk on the inner part of the sidewalk. when u refuse to listen he gets mad and forcefully drags/shoves u 😭

- i feel like u guys are such a night couple. sean just enjoys places better when its dark tbh. plus u guys are always up to weird antics so… u guys get to be as loud as u want and nobody is out to hear—and boy r u guys loud

- VOLUME UPP on ur guys favorite songs in some desolate area and screaming the lyrics in sean’s car is ur guys' THING. u guys start acting out the lyrics and dancing bc both of u feel so comfortable with each other

- the thing is u guys r always doing separate dance interpretations. chronic engagement in parallel play 😭

- except sean stops like a deer in headlights when he hears a crunch. sean is a scaredy cat tbh he def snapped his neck to look at where the noise came from. both of u guys slowly turn ur heads to each other and sean immediately starts the car. u call him a party pooper and hell just keep shaking his head instead of responding LMAOO

- "we're not staying here that's some white people shit (y/n)"

- considering sean grafittis, i feel its an almost given for him to know all the local abandoned places in seattle

- at first u were totally creeped out by the dark corners but sean made it a point to keep u safe and comfortable! sean was acting like a lil ninja and kept peeping around corners. the whole way there he awkwardly semi-rotated around u like a shield bc u couldnt decide whether being behind or in front of him was scarier LMAO

- he was also a lil smug bc he finally gets to the be the one whos not scared. he does the MOST to look cool in front of u

- “squatters better not snatch my girl around the corner…” u just look at sean in disgust 😭

- sean used to HATE the phrase “my girl” and thought it was so corny. he started using it ironically bc both of u guys thought it was funny and now he cant stop 😭

- when u guys got to his spot u were smacked in the face with all his VIBRANT beautiful work. u walked up to each of them like a museum exhibit and sean stood behind u rubbing the back of his neck all embarrassed

- sean does a little one dedicated to u! u watch his concentrated face; his furrowed eyebrows and occasional lip lick before he turns to u with a shy smile!!!! he gives u the spray can and guides ur hand to put a little smiley face + ur initial next to it

- since then, u guys always made it a small thing to leave ur marking everywhere. u guys r the couple that etch their initials into trees, benches, etc 😭😭😭 im sick.

- sean keeps a sharpie in his pocket just so u guys can do an impromptu grafitti sesh

- on nights where sean doesnt feel like seeing daniel u guys go to empty parking lots. he does little skate tricks while u sit there in his hoodie complaining about something and he exclusively replies in "right" and "mhm”

- u get annoyed thinking hes not listening and then he responds word for word what u said PLUS his interpretation 😭 shuts u right up

- sean acts like he doesnt love girl gossip but hes a closet chismoso. theres this little curious glint in his eyes whenever u starting talking more passionately and he stops skating just to sit next to u on the sidewalk w u and tune in

- ud be dropping hot gossip and sean would do dramatic ass facial expressions. his eyes would bulge out his head and his mouth would drop LMAO. he hollers “what??” after u drop big details too

- he doesnt like anyone u dont like and he supports u blindly ALL THE TIME. even when u backtrack and think u did something wrong he reassures u that ur right with a deadpanned face

- he lowkey a little instigator bc he always feeds ur delusions

- sean and u have like two screws in ur heads combined so when u guys call u just sit in silence and try the filters. literally all u can hear for half an hour is nose huffs from sean and screenshot clicks when u change to another filter

- u guys will start talking with ugly filters over ur face and sean's eyepatch and parrot filter starts glitching when he turns to tell daniel to get out of his room LMAOOO

- both of u guys are weird as hell bc the call will be going on for another five hours and sean will be in the kitchen with a horse head eating cereal. neither of u guys are questioning it at this point

- tbh u both can be kind of tmi with one another 😭 u guys say “eww” to each other so often but it doesnt stop either of u LMAO

- best friends who are also lovers is a must

also i associate steve lacy with sean sm like infrunami, SOME, bad habit, and Uuuu is what i envision when i write these hcs. when steve lacy was trending it was such a good era 😭😭 oh and also i associate los retros with sean heavy

#life is strange 2 #sean diaz #sean diaz hcs #sean diaz x reader #daniel diaz

[cloudystevie]

Headcanon

Ari being your dad’s best friend and being tasked with looking out for you while your dad is away doing business stuff, and let’s just say stuff gets pretty “steamy”

honestly don’t know what came over me this is so fucked up😭

pairing || dbf! ari levinson x reader

warnings || age gap, daddy kink, slight misogyny, dark but consensual, spitting, slapping, choking, dumbification, pussyjob, overstimulation, oral f receiving, brief oral m receiving, degradation, public but secluded

as always with nothing better to do cooped up at home during your summer break, your dad away on business trips and unable to see your friends, you decide to spend your days at mr. levinsons home, he was a close companion and confidant of your father and you two had always gotten along well enough

not to mention how he was every single one of your wet dreams come true

but who could really blame you for your mind going straight to the gutter like that because he was charmingly handsome, rugged and burly and with those tight shirts he wore it was easy to ogle his bulging biceps

currently, you were outside soaking up the warm rays of the sun by the pool in a deliberately skimpy bathing suit, thin, pink, and strappy

your eyes closed, body falling in and out of that blissful sun ray induced consciousness as you fail to notice ari making his way to the pool as well, and only when your warm rays were interrupted by a cool shadow you opened your eyes, body snapped out of your haze as your adjusted your eyes to see who had disturbed your serenity

lo and behold it was ari, dressed in a tight dark blue t-shirt, denim jeans in the scorching heat, and aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, shielding his cerulean blue eyes from the intense sun beams

his arms are crossed over his chest and you thank yourself for choosing to put on some sunglasses so he couldn’t see how your eyes were trained to the large muscle and veins, you bite your lip and subtly rub your thighs together as he begins to speak

“you gonna spend your whole summer sitting by my pool?”

“unless you have any better ideas then yes, i’m gonna spend my whole summer by your pool ari”

his jaw ticks and his gaze flickers down to your chest, where you had practically everything on display besides your nipples, which were peeking through the thin material of your bikini, bare stomach and legs all glimmering in the sunlight

he openly stares at you, shameless in his eyes raking over your seductive form

in a perfect world the tension would break and he would finally have his way with you because you know that there’s been something bubbling between you two ever since you dropped your bags at his front door earlier that week and you'd be lying if you pretended you weren't trying to push him to his limits

until he finally broke and had his way with you

you cross your arms under your chest, "get out of the way ari. you're disrupting my afternoon!"

ari scoffs, crossing his thick arms over his chest, t-shirt clinging to his form and biceps literally bulging, "watch your attitude sweetie, would hate to have to teach you some goddamn manners."

and now you're annoyed, rolling your eyes and furrowing your brows as you retort, "what are you gonna do? make me pack my things and leave? my dad would be pissed if you left me on my own."

he laughs, fucking laughs before pouting at you, and the mocking makes your stomach clench

"aww poor baby needs a big strong man to protect her? don't worry sweetie, daddy's gonna take care 'a you."

you gasp, and you can't tell if the sudden intense heat flaring inside you is due to the beating sun or ari calling himself daddy

"y-you're not my daddy!"

suddenly his thick hand is wrapping around the back of your neck, connecting all the way around your throat as he pulls you into him, your hands feebly grasping his wrist as you let out a strangled gasp in shock

“my roof, my fucking rules baby. at my house, i’m your fucking daddy you got that? he spits

your breath hitches as a cloud of submission hazes over you, his hand around your throat and his words combining to be of such pure dominance you feel like melting

a whine lodges in your throat as you continue to look at him until you feel a light slap on your cheek making a moan stumble past your lips

“fuckin’ slut. i asked you, do you understand?”

you nod your head as best you can, mindlessly and obediently, lips parting and a depraved expression morphing your features

“words baby. don’t make me say it again.”

“i understanddd.” your words extend on a whine

“who the fuck am i?”

“y-you’re my daddy.”

he smirks, hand now squishing your cheeks together, “open your mouth sweetie.”

you try to obey him as best you could, eyes watering as you attempt to open your mouth despite his relentless hold and it’s obvious ari knows you’re struggling because he’s smirking the whole time

“this is for not having any manners and talking back to daddy.”

he spits in your mouth, watching as your eyes hood over and you moan out loud, “don’t fucking swallow it.” he demands

you would do anything he told you, so you let it drip down your tongue, down your chin and onto ari’s hand as he laughs at how filthy you already look before spitting again, this time missing your mouth as he slaps the spit onto the skin of your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing from the lack of attention

you hump the air desperately, eyeing the bulge straining against ari’s jeans, and you can only imagine how big he was, at his large stature of 6’5 and all muscle, you don’t even know if he’d fit

“daddy please, please need you so bad please” you whine pathetically, your entire demeanour so different from ari’s it makes you even more stupid

ari seems to take pity on you, finally, he coos at you, pushing you back onto the chair as he eyes the dark spot on your bikini bottoms and seeping down your thighs

he tuts at you, “stupid girl you’re making a mess! all because you’re a filthy little slut hmm?”

you nod and whine, spreading your legs to show him your drippy pussy, and he groans at the sight, your hole is clenching around nothing, clearly crying to be filled as your cream coats your swollen folds

he honestly can’t help himself when he accidentally tears your bikini bottom in two in an attempt to get his fingers coated in your slick

you mewl at the messy contact, as he simultaneously groans, imagining your tight pussy clenching around him, struggling to take him but sucking him in regardless

he swears under his breath, he knows he wont be able to fit himself inside you but he needs to feel you cum

you plead, “please daddy please fuck me! need you so bad need it hard and fast and need you to make me cum please daddy!”

he shakes his head, “i don’t think so sweetie, this pussy is too tight, i don’t want to hurt you.”

“no please daddy i can take it please! i can take it i promise i will!”

he furrows his brows, slapping your greedy pussy making you convulse and buck your hips up as he scolds you, “that’s enough, daddy said no. i have another idea sweetie. something that’ll feel good for both of us.”

“please daddy i’ll do anything!”

“then get my fucking cock out slut.” he slaps your swollen pussy again, groaning at the wet sound that echoes into the open, private backyard

your hands scramble to undo his zip and button, shakily pulling his cock out and marvelling at the sheer size of him, he was huge.

he can see you take aback by the size of him as he smirks, wrapping his thick hand around his cock and jerking himself off languidly, right in front of you

your mind fogs with the need to have him in your mouth so you lean forward and get a kitten lick over his tip before he’s pushing you away and slapping his dick on your cheek

“did i tell you to use your fucking mouth?”

you whine, “b-but daddy i couldn’t help it!”

he mocks your submissive stutter, raising his pitch in a lewd attempt to mock your voice, “w-well daddy doesn’t give a shit. are you such a stupid baby you don’t have any control over yourself?”

you whimper, unable to respond as he hums a “that’s what i fucking thought.”

he manhandles you until your completely on your back, and you can’t even care about the fact that you’re outside on this patio couch being such a slut for your dads closest friend

“ever heard of a pussy job baby?”

you whimper and shake your head no, as he looms directly above you, invading all your senses with his bulging biceps and now displaying his hairy chest since his t-shirt was thrown somewhere between him manhandling you and you trying not to cum on the spot

he smirks, spreading and toying with your folds before coating his dick in your slick, and moving himself so his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pushing them together with your ankles dangling over his shoulders

he doesn’t say anything, just pushes his dick onto your slit and instead of entering you like you so pathetically wished he would, he just rubbed his whole length against your pussy

fucking you without actually fucking you

you mewl lewdly as his dick nudges your clit, back arching at the overwhelming sensation

ari throws his head back at the feel of you, so warm and wet and swollen

“o-oh daddy!! t-that feels- so much-” your sentence makes no sense, as the simple feel of ari’s heavy weight against your poor pussy makes you dumb

he laughs and spits on your face, rubbing it in again as he begins to fuck onto you with more vigour, his balls slapping against your other hole and his dick sliding well onto your stomach after it catches on your clit

“dumb baby can’t talk? just shut the fuck up and let daddy use you.”

you’re immediately breathless, chest erratically rising and failing, toes curling and heels digging into his back, your own back arching and already nearing your peak

he continues to groan about what a stupid mindless toy you are while losing himself in the feel of your slick cunt, fucking his hips harder with each thrust

“daddy ‘m gonna cum! please daddy ‘m gonna cum so hard! please let me!” you sob, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to and ultimately landing on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin

“fuck yeah, fuckin’ make a mess on daddy, c’mon show me what you’re good for baby, stupid dumb little fucking baby.” he grunts each word, nearing his own peak but wanting to see you fall apart first

you squeal as your body immediately relaxes then tightens, wildly convulsing as you shake and spray your release all over yourself and him, your eyes rolling back and stars painting your vision, you can’t even feel his plump lips on your neck, biting the skin there as he fucks his hips sloppily but hard, before grunting your name and coating your stomach and some of your tits in his cream

you lay there quivering as he catches his breath, after one of the most mindblowing orgasms he’s had and you the same

he lets your twitching legs down, biting his lip at his cum painted all over you and how absolutely fucked out you look

he lets you catch your breath, kissing your forehead sweetly and rubbing your arms, before scooping some of the cum off your stomach and bending down to your pussy, messily rubbing it over your swollen folds

he licks his lips at the debauched sight, leaning in and latching his pink lips onto your clit and licking everywhere he can

you squeal, wildly bucking your hips again as the sensations overwhelm you, before his deep baritone surrounds you, “gotta clean up this mess. you’re gonna take it until daddy’s done with his pussy.”

#ari levinson smut #ari levinson imagines #ari levinson x reader #daddy ari levinson #chris evans smut #chris evans imagines

[philistiniphagottini]

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HELLO!! 😋 I hope you're doing good today! I don't know if you write/specialize In comfort fics/drabbles but, I've been dwelling on something for some time.

and I just wanted to drop off a request for a comfort drabble between a really melancholic, like maybe even outright miserable reader who (lets just say after a very intense fight with someone, that mostly insisted of reader being put down), decides to visit yugi muto to cheer themselves up, but yugi definitely picks up on reader's distress and after some poking from him,- reader just finally cracks and allows yugi to see their tears?

there doesn't even have to be a lot of comforting,, just the idea alone of reader allowing themselves to cry near someone and being held brings me solace 😭‼️

(hope this doesn't come over as random or burdensome!! remember to take care ^_^ 💟)

Hello again! I'm doing fine thank you. I hope you're doing well. I do write comfort fics, because I lowkey project with most of them. And I think Yugi would be so good at being comforting and understanding, my sweet, little bean boy. Thanks for sending in a request, hope you enjoy.

cw. hurt/comfort

Yugi could tell something wasn't right the moment you stepped into his small, humble game shop. The bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped through, letting it click shut with a gentle nudge of your foot. Yugi’s ears perked up at the familiar sound, his eyes immediately flicking in your direction as he sat behind the front counter. You greeted your long-time friend with a small wave and a smile adorning your lips. A beaming smile stretched Yugi’s lips, only to slowly dissipate as his bright gaze scanned your features. Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Is everything alright?" Yugi asked. 

You bristled at the sudden question, not expecting it to be the first words that left his lips. You nodded in response, forcing your smile more as you silently held back the tears that threatened to spill over. 

"Of course" you replied, your own voice sounding foreign to your ears. 

That was a blatant lie. No, you were not fine. You felt like absolute shit. And the only thing that you felt that could make you feel better was being in Yugi’s comforting presence. You stood awkwardly at the door, refusing to move closer as Yugi continued to scrutinize you. He had known you for so long he could tell when something was bothering you. He tried to ignore the small sting when you brushed his concern off, your little lie obvious even to him. Your tongue wet your dry lips as your nervous gaze flickered around the room before finally focusing back to Yugi. You hesitated with your next question. 

"Why…do you ask?"

Yugi offered you a patient smile as he stepped out from behind the counter. He took a few slow steps in your direction, stopping several feet short as he peered up at you through dark lashes. He bashfully rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck, ruffling the dark strands of baby hair as his smile turned sheepish. 

"It, uh…kind of looks like you got a gloomy little cloud following you around" he said, hoping that the small joke would break the tension weighing in the air. 

It didn't. His answer only made your shoulders slump. A weary sigh fell from your parted lips, your smile faltering as the cracks in your facade started to finally show. 

"Is it that obvious?" you asked in a despondent tone. 

No, it wasn't. Yugi was just extremely good at picking up on the subtle indicators that gave away your true mood. A frown rugged at his lips as he scanned you from up close, noting the way your entire body slouched like there was a heavy weight pressing down on your shoulders. You looked tired; the heavy, puffy bags under your eyes a clear indication that you had been rubbing the skin raw for quite some time. The thought of you crying was enough to make the young man’s heart ache for you. 

"Are you sure you are okay?" Yugi gently prodded.

He had the purest of intentions at heart. He didn't like to see you suffer in any way. He wanted to know what was bothering and help if he possibly could. He didn't like prying but he hoped that you could see that his concern was coming from a place of kindness. You did recognise that and it only made the deep ache in your bones worse. You knew that Yugi was only trying to be kind to you yet you hated burdening him with your miserable feelings, struggling even now to be vulnerable to someone you held so dear to you. 

But you think you're at your limit. You didn't think you could keep up this poor excuse of a charade much longer. Your mind was exhausted from the intense, heated argument that you had just come from. You had been belittled and it had cut you deep, those words echoing in your ears and haunting you on your short walk to this safe haven. So, when Yugi asked you again if you were okay, you couldn't find the strength in you anymore to lie. 

A constellation of tears clung to your lashes as you started to shake your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you stifled the pathetic sob that wanted to crawl out of your throat. You swallowed around the lump that got stuck, a tight knot sitting heavy in your lungs as you looked at Yugi with tearful eyes.

"No, I'm not okay" you croaked, voice threatening to crack with each word. 

A mix of emotions swirled in Yugi’s chest. He was elated that you finally trusted him to admit how you were feeling and utterly devastated at the sad look painted across your features. For a moment, he became paralysed as you struggled to fight back your tears in a losing battle, a few crystalline beads slipping down your cheeks as you tried desperately to steady your breathing. The tips of his fingers felt numb as he held out his hands, voice calm as he tried to soothe your raging thoughts. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You immediately shook your head, unable to verbally respond without fear of your heart jumping straight out of your throat. You would tell him, but not right now. The gears in Yugi’s head continued to turn as he thought of something else, mind and heart itching to soothe your pain to the best of his ability. 

"Do you want a hug?"

As soon as the words left his lips, you quickly close the distance that lingered between you. A bright flush of heat enveloped his face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him straight into a tight embrace. Yugi gasped for breath as you nearly suffocated him in your crushing grip, holding onto him so tightly like you feared he was suddenly going to dissipate into thin air. With a patient smile he endured, politely placing his hands in the middle of your back as your tears silently wet the collar of his shirt. 

"It's okay, let it out" Yugi murmured with a soothing voice. "You can cry as much as you need."

Neither of you were sure how long you stood there holding onto each other, but each passing moment made the maelstrom of emotions swelling inside of you just a little bit more bearable. Yugi awkwardly cleared his throat to break the silence, hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as he tried to gain your attention.

"Do you want to go upstairs? It's a bit more private up there."

For a moment you had briefly forgotten that you were having a breakdown in the middle of his grandpa’s game shop and anyone could stumble open this utter train wreck you were currently experiencing. You quickly nodded your head, reluctantly parting from the warm embrace. As Yugi stepped away you gently grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing his hand. He offered no word of complaint as he led the way, squeezing your hand back in reassurance.

#my writing #yugioh dm #yugi mutou #yugi mutou x reader #yugi muto x reader #x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #gender neutral reader