#clearly he hasn't been getting enough cuddles from me recently

[nimblermortal]

Yarrow: I am wild! I am bastard! I wish to go out and wreak my claws upon the world! Nimbler: Sure. I just want you to know that your father is in bed, under the covers. Yarrow: Get into this bed with us. Biparent cuddles. I am baby.

[veren-cos]

in response to last ask:

Ye I read that one. It was great (made me cry /pos)!! I was wondering if you mayhaps would do an extended fic of Sebastian comfort with it? If not, no pressure :)

Hope you have a good day!! :D

I'm here for you

Sebastian x reader who hasn't eaten enough

Tw: unhealthy eating habits / un-named eating disorder. If you struggle with similar topics please reach out to someone like a family member, friend, or doctor. Things will be okay, and help is available.

It was time for breakfast. You had woken up right on time, and began to make scrambled eggs and pancakes. You knew how to make them exactly how Sebastian wanted. So once it was done, you slowly woke him up and got him to the table.

..Which was when he noticed your plate was far more empty than his. Sebastian didn't eat much compared to the average guy, but it was enough for him. However, you were far more active, and generally ate more than what was on your plate.

"You feeling alright?" He questioned. "I know it's not my place to comment, but it feels like you've been eating less and less recently. It's concerning.." Sebastian looks straight at you, unsure if this is how he should be asking.

"Yes!" You shoot a false smile a him, "just, uh, haven't been that hungry! Plus I snacked as I was making it haha. So actually, I think I should get to work."

You abruptly stood up, causing the table to shift. The water you had poured came dangerously close to spilling over, but settled down as you walked away.

You knew you needed to eat, but something about it just felt *wrong*. Yes, you felt hungry, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be. It felt numb-er than before. The sting no longer a stab, but a prickle. You knew you shouldn't act like this. You knew this wasn't good in the long run. But how can you stop?

It had been nearly 3 days since you last had a proper meal. You were starting to run out of excuses to Sebastian, but somehow managed to find new reasons every time. You ate while making it! You had lunch with your friends! You ate before he woke up. You'll just eat later. Each excuse in and out of the book.

But now he was noticing. Why couldn't he just leave it alone? You had finished your work today, and was sitting on the couch. Sebastian came to cuddle next to you, which had become the norm after getting married.

"Babe?" He called up from your lap. You merely hummed in response, waiting for him to continue. "Babe I think we should talk about this morning"

And you tensed up again. "I told you earlier, I ate while making the food! And I just haven't been hungry recently."

Sebastian shifted to sitting up. "Yes, okay. But that doesn't explain how for the last 3 days you haven't eaten a single thing. Your friends said you never even came over when you said you had lunch with them! They said that they saw you heading up to the mines."

He sighed and turned to look you dead in the eyes. He picked up your hands as he spoke, "I'm not mad at you. Sweetheart, I just want to know you're okay. You have to eat."

"Sebastian I know what I'm doing. I've got things under control it's fine." You tried to shake his hands off but he only held onto you tighter.

"My love you clearly don't. It isn't fine. Just look at your hands!" You hadn't noticed, but the lack of proper sustience was weighing on you. Your hands had a shake to them. "I just need you to tell me what's wrong, or how I can help. I'm here for you. but I can't do anything if you don't tell me things."

You sighed. "Sebastian it's okay."

"No it's not okay and we are going in a circle now!" He shouted at you. "Repeating our points will get us no where so either you tell me what's going on or I'll bring Harvey into this."

God that was the last thing you wanted. You didn't want to bring a doctor into this. Through shaky breaths you started, "fine... fine."

Sebastian calmed himself and squeezed your hands. "Okay, thank you."

"This is just the one thing I have. It's not the first time it's happened. I just.." You huffed, "Why is this so hard!! It shouldn't be this hard to talk about it!"

"Hey shh shhh, it's okay keep going." Sebastian waited patiently before you began again.

"I've been really stressed recently? It's very overwhelming to go from someone at a terrible desk job hating themselves to go to a new farmer in an extremely tight knit community. It's weird. Everything is going so much better, where it feels like I'm just waiting for it to fall apart. So I started freaking out! I can't control when people will leave. When my life will change again. But I can control this. It started.. a while ago. Just skipping breakfast or lunch every once in a while. But recently I've just been. Eating nothing??? And it doesn't even feel bad. And that's the problem! I know it should but I just can't seem to stop. I know I need to eat. I know! And I was trying so hard to keep it under control but now you know and I'm freaking out and Sebastian I think I need help."

The more you spoke the faster you got. But once you were done you felt yourself be pulled into a tight hug.

"Alright. There you go shhh it's okay" Tears started to pool in your eyes, slipping down to the end of your face. "It's okay, I'm here for you. I can take over food things for a while. Okay?" He rubbed circles into your back as he spoke. "You don't have to think about it, I'll take care of it. After a while, we can try having you make yourself food again. But right now I need to just make sure you are eating. Okay?"

"Okay.." You tried to stop crying but the tears just kept coming. "I'm sorry Sebastian."

"Shh don't apologize. I'm sorry I yelled earlier."

"So you can apologize but now me?" You laughed through the tears.

He lightly smacked the back of your head, "shut up I was trying to be nice."

"..thank you."

"Of course."

Masterlist

An* so uh I kinda went off the rails a bit in there but the overall theme of the request stayed the same- sorry it took so long, but I hope you liked it!!! And I hope you have a good day too <3

Please send me requests y'all! I mostly write hurt/comfort but i also write fluff!!! They might take me forever but more often than not I'll write it, and it gives me ideas and options! lol

[aidenlyons]

*Time Skip*

Of all the holidays this year:

Harvestfest - A feast and, of course, Football.

Winterfest - Small gifts, a lonely house as people went home to their families.

New Year's - Epic house party.

The one that Aiden has been dreading is... Love Day.

(WARNING: NSFW images below!!)

A few clients gave him cards. Aiden isn't sure why he kept them. It's been a miserable day and Kory organized some sort of party downstairs. He'll hate himself tomorrow but for the first time he tries to numb his sadness with drink.

Elias comes up from the party to find Aiden, slightly drunk and miserable, wallowing in bed. He's not exactly sober himself, worried about his friend.

E: Hey buddy. Didn't see you downstairs.

A: Didn't want to. Too many happy couples.

E: Yeah? Thought you had a date last week?

A: Ugh. No second date. It was awful. It's always awful, Eli.

E: M'sorry, man. Really thought this one'd be different. You said he was nice.

A: He was. S'pose he could be a friend. But not.. he wasn't.. There was no chemistry.

A: You don't have trouble.

E: I struggle.

A: With what?

E: Dunno. That I might want somethin' I didn't know I wanted.

hat gets Aiden's attention. He knows he's a little drunk but now he's confused.

A: Wait.. what d'you mean?

E: Think.. I don't know. Talking to you, and.. I'm around a lot of guys. Here, in the locker room. I'm not bein' creepy! Thinking recently that.. some are kinda cute.

Aiden huffs a soft laugh and looks at Elias in confusion.

A: Are you.. coming out to me, right now?

This is the most bazaar Love Day he's ever lived through, he thinks. But he's also really proud of Elias. It's hard to accept thoughts that change how you see yourself.

E: I.. don't know? But.. I've been getting more curious, lately.

A: About what?

E: Everything? I mean.. A hug's a hug, they're all nice. But would kissing a guy feel the same as a girl? That's wierd, huh?

A: Nah. Think it's normal. But I dunno. Never kissed a girl.

Elias gets himself off the floor now that Aiden is sitting up, considering that.

E: It's.. nice. Girls are all just.. sorta soft. A lot of lipstick taste gross though. Like wax.

Aiden snorts a laugh, then sobers, considering that.

A: Sounds like kissing is the same.

Aiden considers. He's nervous, drunk, but hopeful. Elias is handsome, he's a friend, maybe he's the solution to why it doesn't seem to work with anyone since... Jake.

A: Well.. you wanna try? You can kiss me, if you want.

Elias immediately looks at Aiden's mouth.

E: Can I?

A: Didn't I just-? Yeah. I'd like it too.

Elias leans in and touches Aiden's jaw. He can't say he hasn't thought about it, especially with how close they've gotten this year. Who better to experiment with than a friend?

E: Alright.

One soft kiss turns into two, turns into a slightly sloppy makeout session. Eli's never been with a guy, so Aiden knows he's going to have to take lead here. It's not what he's used to, but he remembers he did it before, what feels like a lifetime ago.

Aiden nudges Elias until he lays back and then starts to crawl over him after their kisses grow heated and hands start wandering. They're both breathless.

A: Is this okay?

He has enough presence of mind to check in.

E: Yeah. Yes. Come here.

For a moment Aiden has a strong sense of deja vou and has to shake his head a little.

E: You okay?

A: Mhm. Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Rather than think, he attempts to shut up his brain by resuming their kissing and enjoying Elias' curious, wandering hands.

Elias thankfully is eager, and a quick learner. Aiden is sober enough to make sure they'll both enjoy this.

(EDIT: These images have been altered from original to be less NSFW)

It's good. It's damn good. Elias clearly has some skill and he's attentive. He may never have done this before but he's a quick study. It's been months since Aiden felt this good.

Afterward, there's tipsy cuddling. Elias knows he's a fan of cuddling in general, has heard it enough. He pays attention.

A: Oof, what are you doing? You're heavy.

Aiden giggles, relaxed and still high off those happy hormones.

E: That was amazing.

E: Hmm. Thank you.

A: Isn't that my line?

E: Nope. You're beautiful, know that?

A: You're drunk. We're both drunk. *giggles* We need sleep.

E: Can I stay?

A: Yeah. I'm not going to suffer alone in the morning.

[patchworkpuzzle]

~Rainbow Anon.

Henlo, hope things are aight! I just woke up to some more Puppygirl thoughts and wanted to request a Katsuki, Mirio, and whoever as your third (separate) having a s/o that's a Puppygirl that hasn't been praised by her ex at all, and they're MadTM about it, because how can anybody /not/ praise her? She's perfect and deserves all of the praise!

Oh. My. Goodness. YES I CAN WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!! I made Kirishima the third person..... cause reasons.... 😖

MINORS DNI 18+

Word count: 1.6k

Paring(s): Bakugou, Mirio, Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: puppy play kink, squirting, dirty talk, oral (both male and female receiving), loooottttss of praise.

Authors Note: so because this is dealing with reader having praise issues, that can be somewhat triggering to some, though I don’t go into detail about it I still just wanna put that out there! Also... I hope this is good enough for you, Rainbow Anon!

When you first brought it up, he was confused. You wanted to be treated like a puppy? Wear a muzzle? Bark? All that stuff?

You had to calm him down. Telling him it doesn’t and didn’t have to be that extreme. Just wearing the ears, tail, and collar, and being told what to do was really all you wanted.

Well that certainly got his attention.

Needless to say, it didn’t take him long to get into it.

That’s how you ended up on your knees, settling comfortably between his spread-out legs, sucking him off. The sounds of your collar jingling, ringing faster the more adamant you work, and his groans were filling the air around you.

Every now and then he would talk to you, saying absolute FILTH as he tugs on your hair to take ‘deeper, all the way in, yeah just like that. Good, good girl.’

The praise, whenever he gave it, was making you shift uncomfortably, not the “I want to touch myself’ uncomfortable, and letting out small whines of displeasure

You’ve now done it a few times and he’s had enough.

After the last whine hums around him, he pulls your hair to take you off him. Bluntly asking you what the hell was wrong.

You couldn’t keep his intense gaze, instead shifting your eyes to the floor as you state that you’re not used to the praise. That your ‘ex wasn’t exactly keen on giving it to me, so now when it happens I get a little uncomfortable’

Your apology after you explain makes him scoff, he’s not mad at you though. He makes it clear when he tells you not to apologize for something like that.

Internally he is pissed, absolutely irate over the fact that your scumbag of an ex wouldn’t give you any semblance of praise, that you so clearly deserve to have. I mean look at you! You deserve to be told just how amazing you are, and what a fantastic job you’re doing!

But he doesn’t let it show. Externally he just puts on an evil smirk and picks you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom. Ignoring you squirming and questioning until he throws you onto the mattress.

Before you had the chance to get up he slaps your ass, pinning your shoulders down as he pulls your hips up. Growling in your ear, he tells you he’s ‘gonna give you all the praise you deserve’

You cry out, cumming yet again, your release gushing out of you and onto the sheets as he gives you a groan over it, slapping your clit to make more gush out. Your body becomes sore at the position he has you pinned in; refusing to let you move an inch.

You whimper at his touch, and whine when his pace is still unrelenting as his hips snap into your backside.

“Fuck yeah, puppy. Look at you gushing around me like a dumb bitch in heat. You like that huh? Like how your perfect cunt keeps squeezing me…. So tight!”

He leans his head down, biting your shoulder as he growls yet again at how you clench around him, clearly enjoying what he’s saying.

“Yeah just like. Such a good puppy slut, making me feel so good. Gonna cum deep into you, and you’re gonna take it all. Like the good girl you are, right? Like the perfect puppy you are.”

You cry out a yes, unable to tell him different, unable to find any fault in his praise when he fucks so good.

He was into it the moment you brought it up when your relationship first started getting sexual. Of course, you could be his good girl! He would want nothing more!

Now, you’re in his lap. It started innocent enough, just wanting to cuddle you close as you watch some TV, but it didn’t take long for it to end up with you humping his thigh.

His grip on your hips is tight, as he guides you up and down the expanse of his thighs, flexing his muscles to get you panting all pretty for him. Enjoying how you mewl a little when your clit makes contact every now and then.

He’s telling you how pretty you look, and what a good job you’re doing, and how good of a girl you are at listening to him while getting off on his thigh.

You tried to keep your voice down, but a sad whimper comes out anyway after his praise washes over you. You’re hoping he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

He halts all movement, bringing his hands up to cup your face. A look of worry on his face as he asks you what’s wrong.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck, sniffling as you tell him it's not true; that you’re not a good girl. Your ex never told you before so what he’s saying right now must not be true

Mirio is totally devastated by your answer, but still tries to brighten the mood and make you feel better. He reassures you, telling you that all he said is true and how perfect you are for him as he plants so many kisses all over you as he holds you close.

He says sweet truths about you, and telling you because you’re so wonderful is the reason why he says them all the time cause they’re true and he’s just gotta tell you

He’ll remind you as often as he can now at just how perfect you are.

“That’s it, just like that. Look at you! You’re doing so good, puppy!”

You let out a mewl that is almost a sob as you slowly, inch by inch, seat yourself down on his cock. The girth stretching your walls almost painfully as you try to take all of him in. Curling in on yourself as you hide your face into his neck, allowing him to finish slowly pushing you down all the way.

“Good girl” He groans when he finally bottoms out, slowly raising your hips up and down to help adjust you to his size “Taking me so well in this perfect pussy of yours. Feels so good, puppy, no one but you can make me feel this way.”

You whine at his, trying to lift your hips to go faster. In an attempt to get him to stop praising you or to cum faster, you wouldn’t know. But what you do know is that you let out a sob when he slows you down, grinding you slowly on top of him.

“Ah ah, puppy. Slow down. Can’t go too fast, I want to savor every last perfect inch of you, okay?”

And well, you’re his good little girl so you let him do as he wants.

When you told him that you wanted to try something different, he didn’t know what to expect but was excited, nonetheless.

When he came home the next day to find you sitting on your knees waiting for him at the front door, lingerie, tail, ears, and collar on. Well, this man became beet RED.

He doesn’t stay flustered for long though, quickly picking you up and running to your bedroom to get things going. You giggle at his excitement and enthusiasm as he quickly sheds you both of your clothing, making sure to keep your accessories one cause god damn

Before long you’re in a mating press, unable to stop wailing and crying out as he pounds harshly into your drooling cunt.

He’s way more into it than you both thought as he leans himself further onto you to whisper some dirty praise into your ear. Telling you that ‘you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Atta girl, yeah, keep squeezing me like that with your perfect cunt. You’re my perfect puppy, aren’t you?’

 His praise was making you feel dizzy, but not in the happy high feeling. More like you’re falling in your dreams, that weird twist in your gut that was one out of pleasure was turning into one of guilt.

You whimper out a quiet ‘no’ and that immediately made his hips stuttered to a stop. It was so out of character for you, in this moment and ones previously, that he couldn’t help but nervously ask what was wrong.

You tell about the praise he just gave you. How, due to previous partners (mainly your most recent ex), that you aren’t used to it. That it makes you feel guilty for him to tell you those things.

He responds by immediately putting your legs down and pulling you upright to sit in his lap, holding you close. Petting your hair, he tells you that your ex was wrong. Dumb and downright stupid for not thinking you anything less then the perfect girl you are.

In fact, why doesn’t he try and make you believe it right now?

“P-please!” You blubber out, trying to pull his head from away from your cunt as your nth orgasm was approaching. The feeling almost painful now, as the pleasure was too intense. “No more!”

“Not yet, puppy.” He chuckled at your feeble attempt “You weren’t being too nice to yourself earlier, so now you gotta take you punishment.”

You just sob at his comment, knowing you are unable to deter him from doing as he pleased. Shaking violently and screaming out into your bedroom when you cum over his face yet again, no longer embarrassed but the sucking and slurping sounds that come from him as he slurps up your release like a man starved.

“God, you taste so sweet puppy. Look at how pretty your pussy is” He rubs at your clit once more, making you keen loudly “Being such a good girl for making such a mess for me, for gushing for me…”

He takes a lick up your folds once again, smirking at your twitching legs.

“Now come one, be a good girl for your master and come one more time?”

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Are they too old to read comics? Probably. However. That hasn't secretly stopped Law. Nor will it. especially after having seen a dark story, beautifully illustrated depicting stories of lovecraftian nightmares. This is perfect for Ikkaku whether she reads comics or not.

Law wastes no time debating whether he should or shouldn't. He purchases the first several and leaves them on the kitchen table next to some piping hot chinese take out. And a box of burgers. In the freezer? He's hidden some death by chocolate ice cream.

For once it's early in the evening and he's managed a little time off. He's been very aware he and Ikkaku haven't just...hung out recently. Law is attempting to rectify this whenever possible. Yeah she might understand that he leads a hectic work life, but he often does feel guilty for either being gone or for being too much of a zombie to actually live once in a while.

So why not get into the bottle of bourbon he's brought home and enjoy a little feast with some banter?

"Oi. You better not have any hot dates planned. Your bedroom adventures can be postponed for something far better."

Even Flevance at his feet, seems to agree with his sentiments as he stares off towards the woman, expression seeming awfully judgmental even for a feline.

She knew Law had the night off from his duties at the hospital, along with the rest of the next day, but as much as Ikkaku really wanted to ask him if they could do something together, like go to a movie or even just stay in and hang, she didn’t want to impose. As the most sought-after surgeon in the damn state, her roommate’s free time was precious and he should do what he wanted, even if it was catching up on sleep or canoodling with Nami. Things that didn’t really involve her.

Really, she wasn’t upset about that or anything. She understood completely. Hell, she encouraged the sleep thing and if Nami made him really, genuinely happy, of course she’d support their relationship even if she ended up becoming the third wheel. He’d put up with her own hook-ups long before the redhead had come into the picture, after all. It was what good friends did, along with ensuring the fridge was stocked with quick meals and coffee so he actually had sustenance to fuel him. So even though the apartment felt lonely sometimes when it was just her and the cat, and she’d resorted to wearing his sweatshirts just so she felt a little closer to him sometimes, the sunny mechanic was determined to keep smiling and being supportive.

Resigned to maybe seeing Law long enough for a quick hug before he passed out or ran off, the sight of him already waiting for her, Flevance at his feet, dinner on the table, and comics conspicuously placed where she couldn’t miss them, caught her totally off-guard.

“I--wha--no, I didn’t have a date,” she stammered, trying to figure out what the heck he was doing. She picked up the comics curiously. Did he get these for her? Why? He was the closet geek, not her. Though, she had to admit, she was a fan of eldritch horror stories, and the illustrations were pretty badass.

Slowly, she started to piece things together. Was he seriously looking to spend the night at home, awake, with her? Had it been that obvious she had missed having him around? Ikkaku hoped he didn’t think she resented him for it - they were busy adults, and his schedule in particular was insane, and she was just happy to see him for even a few minutes.

Given the bottle of bourbon on the counter, she was going to be stuck with him for way more than a few minutes.

Ikkaku grabbed Law and pulled him into a crushing hug, burying her face in his sweatshirt so he couldn’t see the happy tears that beaded in her eyelashes. If he did he’d call her a sentimental sap for sure, and then she was legally obligated to smack him, and that would ruin this frankly perfect moment. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ nerd,” she giggled, pulling away to give him an affectionate, platonic kiss to his cheek. reaching down she picked up Flevance, the judgmental cat beginning to purr as she cuddled him close, clearly pleased to have both of his humans around to dote on him that night. “But I guess I can humor you since you got me food and booze to boot. I just hope you remembered to get some ice cream for dessert. Oh,” she added with a teasing smile, “and since you’re actually here for once, I won’t steal any of your shirts to wear. Well, none of the ones that aren’t already mine anyway.”