Hii!! I have a request if thats okay, its kinda weird tho so if you don't wanna do it thats totaly okay<3
So i have like a really sensitive stomach so if i eat like anything greasy or a lot of one thing i get a really bad tummy ache, especially after supper like i don't throw up or anything im just kinda useless for like 2 hours. So the request is if you could do poly x fem!reader (or one of them, whatever you prefer) and have them comfort her and stuff? Maybe like cuddles and belly rubs? Idk
Thank u for excisting btw, you really make my day everytime you post<3
Thanks sweetheart, hope you like it :)
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Remus knocks at your door tentatively. He’d known something was off when you’d left dinner early, vague about why you had to get home but urgent in a way that unnerved him. He’d followed you out of the restaurant, hoping to catch you in the parking lot, but you’d already gotten on your bus. Remus knew you were probably fine, but he couldn’t shake his anxiety about the way you’d left and he’d made his excuses a few minutes later, ignoring the jeering protests of his friends as he set out for your apartment.
After knocking again, he tries the handle, surprised and a bit alarmed to find the door unlocked. He calls your name as he steps inside hesitantly, wary of startling you if you’ve gone to sleep or have just gotten out of the shower (that’s something he’d like to see under more consensual circumstances). “It’s Remus,” he says into the dark apartment, feeling a bit silly. “Are you here?”
“Rem,” a soft voice comes from the direction of the living room, “what’re you doing here?”
He moves toward the sound. “I came to check on you. Sorry for just letting myself in, but you left dinner so suddenly and I…oh, sweetheart.”
He finds you on the couch, all curled up with your face pinched in obvious pain.
“Honey, what happened?” he asks, crouching beside you. His hand comes up to pet your hair of its own accord.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” you say, the strain in your voice belying your words. “I just came home because my stomach was bothering me.”
Remus feels his brows pinch. “It hurts?” you nod, seeming embarrassed. He can’t imagine why, it’s not like you’ve any control over that sort of thing. “Do you think it was something you ate?”
You’re looking down at your knees, held tightly to your chest. “I…kind of,” you sigh. “This happens sometimes. Like, when I eat a lot of the same thing, or greasy foods.”
Remus nods thoughtfully. “So like, when James won’t stop piling fries onto your plate all night, and you feel like you have to eat them?” You look sheepish, and James is going to feel awful when Remus is through with him. He’s going to make damn sure nothing like this ever happens again on his watch. “I’m sorry, lovely,” he says. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
You hesitate. “I’ve got ibuprofen in the bathroom, but I haven’t wanted to get up. Could you bring it to me?”
Remus squeezes your shoulder lightly, standing. “Of course, sweetheart.”
He hurries to the bathroom, finding the small bottle of pills under the sink and bringing it back along with a cup of water. He shakes a couple of tablets into his hand, passing them to you, but withholds the water when you reach for it.
“Sorry.” He really is. “You’ve got to sit up to drink it, don’t want you to choke.”
You shuffle into an upright position, bracing your back against the couch with your knees still drawn tight to your front, and Remus hands the cup over. You swallow the pills with a light exhale, as if you’re already anticipating the relief they’ll bring.
“Thanks, Rem.”
“It’s no problem,” he replies, and he hopes you understand how much he means it. “How long does the pain usually last?”
You sigh. “A couple hours. I’ll probably just lie here and wait it out, I won’t be able to get to sleep until it stops.”
Remus tries not to pout at you, his heart aching with sympathy. “If you’d like, we could watch a movie or something,” he suggests, adding quickly. “But if you want me to leave so you can relax, I completely understand, love.”
You ponder for a second, your face still tight with pain. “No, that sounds nice,” you say after a second. “A distraction could help, and I’ll be more relaxed with you here anyway.”
Remus has to turn away so you don’t see the full force of his smile, occupying himself with your television. He holds up a movie for you to see, putting it in the VHS player once you approve. You waste no time in snuggling up to him when he sits next to you on the couch, and Remus wraps his arm around you happily, rubbing gently up and down your arm. You all but melt under his touch, softening against his side.
It’s a few minutes into the movie before he works up the courage to ask. “Do you think it would help,” he says, hoping his voice sounds at least remotely casual, “if I rubbed your stomach for you?”
You look at him in surprise. “Remus, that’s alright. You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” he says, and he doesn’t. Even though he’s giddy from the feel of you pressed up against him, he’s not offering as some excuse to touch you. He just wants so desperately to help. Seeing you in pain is like a gut punch every time he looks at you, and if there’s anything that can make you more comfortable, he wants to be the one to do it. “Really, I just want you to feel better.”
“Okay, yeah.” You relax your grip on your knees, letting your thighs fall a few inches from your stomach and making an opening for him. “That’d be nice, thanks.” Remus watches your face, wary of any signs of discomfort as he brings his hand to your midsection.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you at all, yeah?”
“I will,” you say. “But you won’t.”
Remus glows with your surety in him, but he’s still cautious as he draws his hand in small circles, gratified when you sigh. The movie casts blue light across your features, so he can see you a bit better as the crease between your brows evaporates, the tension around your mouth easing. Remus does his best to look like he’s watching the movie, but all his focus is on easing the upset in your abdomen, adjusting his methods any time you react even slightly in the positive or negative. Soon you’re completely molten against his side, blinks slowing as your eyelids start to droop heavily.
“Did the ibuprofen kick in?” he asks softly. “You look like you’re getting sleepy, dove.”
“I dunno,” you yawn, laying your cheek on his bicep, “maybe.”
Remus almost hates to suggest it, but he’s not quite selfish enough to keep himself from asking. “If you want to get to bed, I can go.”
“No, can you stay?” you yawn again, hugely. Remus tries not to stare, but you look adorable, cheek squished up against his arm and face soft with sleepiness. “Just until the movie’s done, please?”
Remus adjusts you against him, slouching so that you can lay your head on his shoulder without hurting your neck. “Yeah, of course I can stay, lovely.” He resumes rubbing your stomach, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”
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AITA for ignoring a dog?
title sounds bad but idk how to phrase it. I (25f) live in the sticks, middle of nowhere. like twenty minutes from a gas station, dirt road off a dirt road. my community is VERY small, so I know almost everyone and their dogs/cats.
I knocked doors (think Get Out the Vote type stuff) for work for years. I love that kind of work, I am so excited to eventually get back to it. but an unfortunate side effect has been that I am scared of dogs that I don't know. most dog owners ime don't train them. even when the dogs are friendly, I am worried w them bc I am disabled and getting knocked down can seriously injure me more easily than most. I still love dogs IF I know them, and actually have one myself.
i was on my way home from work and saw this very fancy, purebred dog in a field. it was a larger dog, one of the kinds where they crop the tail and ears (I think it's mean to do this but irrelevant). I'd never seen it before, my community is poor and idk anyone who even has the money for a dog like that, and I'd have remembered if I'd seen it before bc it's so strange for here. It had a collar, and was in a big field miles away from any houses without anyone around. so it was clearly lost, and probs belongs to someone's family member/friend from a big city.
I kept driving. I wanted to stop for it, bc it's clearly someone's dog, not from the area, and probably not aware of country life. cars go by fast on the paved roads, there's bears, coyotes, wolves, ticks, etc. and it's a very northern place so it's still cold enough to where I have a timer going when I let my dog out so her paws don't freeze.
I didn't stop bc 1.) idk this dog, so I was nervous about it, 2.) if I did stop and it wasn't aggressive towards me, how would I know it wouldn't be towards my dog or my cats? 3.) we don't have shelters here just bc the community is so small so idk what I'd do w it if I couldn't find the owners and I really can't take in another animal atm- financially, food would be fine but I wouldn't be able to cover an extra vet bill if something awful happened, and don't have the time to re-home an animal responsibly and 4.) I'm gonna be honest, it was Friday, the work week was really long, it was cold, and I was having a rough day and ready to get home and relax.
I feel like an asshole bc I always stop and pick up my neighbors dogs when they get out bc there's so much dangerous shit here, between wildlife, cars and the cold.
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maybeee idk smth with mia and h and maybe theyre like at a business meeting or dinner and hes decided to take her with him OR hes at a meeting and shes teasing him by texting fun pics or smth and shes constantly teasing him and he gets more and more worked up and finally snaps and then when either he gets home or they get home together the filth ensues and hes absolutely brutal like completely relentless until shes like a mess and like completely wrecked and he doesnt fucking let up
IDK i feel like im bad at this shit lmfao😭💀
omfg STOP IT NO this is so good!!!!!! you're definitely NOT bad at it hehehe (I changed it just a lil bit but I hope u still like it!)
word count: 898
content warnings: DEGRADATION, name calling, mutual masturbation (but mainly just on mia's side), phone sex/nudes, kind of public play?, daddy kink (wow apparently I can get a lot done in less than 1k words !) enjoy!!!! :)
It started out innocently enough.
Mia liked the outfit she was wearing today and she wanted to show her boyfriend, who had already been at the office for three hours just as she was getting ready to leave the house. They both led busy lifestyles, with Mia being knee deep in work for the end of the semester and Harry being the CEO of an entire company, so it was hard not miss each other when they were apart. Hence why phone calls, photo messages, voice notes, and even FaceTime calls kept them afloat during particularly tough weeks.
The mutual need for one another was apparent. They hadn't been together in days, and the last time they were, it was for some silly event Harry had been forced to go to. Mia fell asleep on the drive home and his heart strings tugged guiltily, feeling awful for dragging her out on a school night.
So, when Harry replies to her picture with an influx of compliments, telling her she's such a pretty girl and he's so lucky to have her — well, it has her craving more. It sets off some part of her, making it so he's the only thing she can think about all day, and it's when she's in her second lecture of the day that she has the idea of traipsing off to the single use bathroom, locking the door, tugging her sweater and bralette up over her chest and snapping a picture of her tits to send him.
The response is nearly immediate.
From: Harry🩷
Are you trying to kill me?
She smirks, quickly typing back a response.
To: Harry🩷
of course not!! just miss u daddy🥺
The three dots instantly show up on her screen and she bites her lip, nibbling on it as she waits for his reply.
From: Harry🩷
Put your pretty tits away and go back to class like the good girl you are.
She swallows harshly, knowing she's not ready to end her game quite yet.
To: Harry🩷
what if i don't wanna be a good girl?
what if i wanna make myself cum in this bathroom, thinking about ur fingers making me squirt?
From: Harry🩷
If you do that, I'm picking you up from campus to give you a punishment.
Instead of sending back another picture, she's dialing his number in the blink of an eye. She wiggles her tights down and brushes her fingertips over her mound, a short gasp leaving her lips as Harry picks up the phone.
"Mia. Go back to class." he answers gruffly.
She moans softly into the receiver as she wiggles her fingers under the fabric of her underwear, tenting it over her knuckles. Unlike Harry, she's impatient, never interested in edging or teasing herself, so she makes quick work of finding her clit, gentle pads running over the nerves.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he mutters, and her eyes roll back at his exasperated tone, "You're being a slut right now, you know that? A dirty fuckin' whore that can't keep her fingers to herself for a minute."
His degradation only spurs her forward, dipping down to her hole where her juices are already collecting between her thighs. She pushes a finger in, knowing her time is limited before someone from her class notices her elongated absence. The whimper that leaves her mouth is embarrassing, and she hopes no one car hear her from outside.
"Jesus," Harry says in disbelief, "How many spankings do you want tonight, little girl? 10, 15? If you make yourself cum, you're in for at least 20."
The thought has her clenching around her finger as her palm rubs messily against her clit. She curses to herself lowly, adding a second finger to the mix. They're not as long as Harry's so she has more trouble reaching deep inside of her, but the stretch feels decent enough to push her to an orgasm.
"G-gonna cum soon, daddy."
"Brat," he spits, and she swears she can hear slick passes in the background of the call, "Maybe I should overstimulate that dumb little pussy tonight. Make you cum so many times you're drooling all over yourself like the messy bitch you are."
"Oh— fuck, fuck—"
"You'd probably like that too much, though, your daddy abusing your swollen hole until you can't even breathe. Guess I'll just edge you instead, keep you tied up with a vibrator between your legs— have you go for hours while I ignore you, all because you just had to cum all over your fingers."
That's what does her in — the visual of him dismissing her as she writhes around in his bedsheets, arms and legs tied to the posts of his obscenely expensive bed frame, her pussy pulsating around nothing as she begs and pleads to cum. She whimpers breathily as she feels herself squeezing her fingers, milking them until the dreamy sensation subsides, leaving her a sweaty, panting mess with a mess in her underwear.
"Fuck— fuck, that was good."
Harry chuckles, the sound warming her chest as she wedges the phone between her neck and shoulder. She quickly cleans herself up and washes her hands, shimmying her tights back up her legs.
"Seriously though, go back to class, Mi. It's been like 20 minutes since you called."
"Mm, I will," she says softly, fixing her hair in the reflection of the mirror, "Will you still come over tonight? I miss you so much."
"Of course, angel girl. You didn't think you got out of that punishment, did you?"
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Dragons Rising S2P2 predictions because I can keep them to myself no longer 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
Ok this is going to be mostly Arin/Sora centric because HOOOO BOY do I sense trouble in the air for these two
First of all, Arin is DEFINITELY going to find out about Sora helping him out with the object spinjitzu thing and I think he’s going to be really really hurt. They spent so much time this season building up his feelings of insecurity and finding this out is going to bring them back in a HUGE way.
Another thing the writers spent a long time building up was Arin’s innate goodness/kindness/naivety. Call me crazy but I think he’s going to learn shatterspin in part 2 - the one thing that literally requires destroying the goodness in your soul. I don’t think he’ll use it much but I think he will learn it and be irreversibly changed
I can envision the lead-up to it so vividly and I think finding out what Sora did is going to be the tipping point. I think the rough timeline would go something like this:
Things are going well-ish. Arin’s confidence is restored and he’s back to training with a new enthusiasm. I don’t think he’ll master object spinjitzu at this point but he’ll be seeing more success and feeling better about himself
Something will happen - my guess some sort of pivotal battle where they’re relying on Arin’s object spinjitzu to save the day and it won’t work and Sora will have to come clean.
Arin - betrayed and insecure - lashes out towards Sora, and then towards Lloyd and the others when they try to comfort/calm him down. He says he needs some time to himself and runs off somewhere
While he’s alone, he’s approached by some force of evil (maybe Ras, or Ras’ master, or someone different entirely) and they use his insecurity to convince him that the ninja are holding him back - think like his conversation with Ras in part 1 - and because he’s feeling so awful about it he’ll agree to join them
Training under this new person, they’ll encourage him to work with all this insecurity and build up a ton of anger towards the ninja - especially Sora and Lloyd - and I think they’ll get him to use that to learn shatterspin
Also pretty sure Sora will learn spinjitzu & rising dragon in p2. Thematically this makes a lot of sense as Sora has been very intertwined with dragons since her introduction (she literally NAMED herself after one), and her element is all about creating new things and pushing the limits of what she can do.
Meanwhile Arin doesn’t have an element (as far as we’re aware, and I really hope it stays that way), and a parts his design speak to oni imagery - the horns especially. I don’t think it’s far-fetched so assume that under the right circumstances he may turn to destruction
Creation and Destruction never ever show up without each other in ninjago. They are completely linked and a recurring theme in the show and I think this will become WAY more evident as dragons rising progresses
Other small things:
Someone will find Jay, probably. (Hopefully!!!!) I’m hopeful for an angsty arc but in all honesty it seems like it’ll resolve quite quickly once they do find him. Tbh im happy either way I just miss my wife
Cole/Geo won’t become explicitly canon but they will continue being delightfully queercoded
I think Wyldfyre and Nya are both going to struggle without Kai,, he’s sort of been a father figure to both of them and knowing he’s stuck somewhere he might never escape from is gonna be really hard on them (esp for Nya who’s already sort of lost one of the most important people in her life)
More Wu info??? (Hoping for this! Hes present in at least one of the new sets (dragon stone shrine, linked below) so im hopeful we’ll find out what happened that silly old guy
PIXAL return???? (I’m begging on my hands and knees)
Arin Sora and Wyldfyre will meet Fritz and Spitz idk I just think that would be cute
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