The Trope I Appreciate Very Much

NSFW Demon Blurb [Fem Chubby Reader]

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CW: Slightly Mean Dom Reader, Not Proof Read

The usual boasting and prideful demon who didn’t take shit from anyone was now reduced to a sobbing whiny mess. He looked up at you as more tears gathered on his waterline. His pretty lashes fluttered close as another pathetic wail of your name fell from his lips. “Huh, what was that baby?” You asked as you looked down at him. “Please mami.. N-Need a break” He whined softly as he grabbed your plush hips to raise you off his swollen cock. You slap his hands away while shooting a glare at him. “Shh, baby just one more. Can you promise me that?” You said your voice was dripping with false sweetness. “P-Please..” He pleaded while looking up at you with a teary eyed expression as he gripped the fat of your hips. The tears made you worry slightly but feeling his cock slowly rut upwards into your pussy told you that he was fine.

“I promise this’ll be the last one then your punishment will be finished.” You replied as you rolled your hips causing him to let out a broken moan. “You can do that for your mami right?” You cooed softly in his ear as you kissed the shell of his pointed ear. You felt him nod as wrapped his arms tightly around your plush waist. God this man was going to be the death of you but you didn’t mind it all if it meant getting to see him crumbled under your touch like this. You felt his hands roam over your body before one rested on your thigh while the other rested on your lower back, rough but loving touches grazed your skin as you drove him and yourself closer to orgasm. He came with a harsh growl of your name while you squirted on his cock. You collapsed onto his chest as you both tried catching your breath from your intense lovemaking session. You felt him wrap his tail around your thigh as his arms loosen, his breathing softened and his eyes fluttered shut. You smiled softly as you kissed his neck and that is how you learned to tame your now demon husband..

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“But yeah I’m surprised, you called, I thought you’d only hang out with Kate after the whole mission.” Madison said to Yelana. “Uh, it’s complicated.” Yelana said in an awkward voice. “Complicated how?” Madison questioned her. “Like the Avril Lavinge song.” She told her. “So you were dating?” Madison asked her. “No, the song is called– whatever.” Yelana said as she dropped the topic. “Is this technically dating?” Yelana asked me. “I don’t know, what’s the difference between hanging out and dating?” Madison said as she shrugged her shoulders. “Like I guess.. Kissing?” Yelana said to her. “Do you wanna kiss me?” Madison asked her. “A little bit but at the same time not really.” Yelana said to her. “Do you want to kiss as friends?” Madison asked her. “Yeah, sure why not.” Yelana said to her. “Ah ah, tell me I’m pretty first.” Madison said with a smile. “Really..” Yelana said with a teasing grin. “Yes. I’m serious.” Madison told her with a pout. “You’re very pretty.” Yelana said as a smile came onto her face. “What’s pretty about me?” Madison said as she moved closer to Yelana. “Um, how you’re never able to wash your body glitter all the way off type of pretty.” Yelana awkwardly spoke. “Okay, Kiss me.” Madison said as she leaned forward. The two’s lips collided and they kissed for a few seconds before pulling away. “Did you feel the sparks?” Madison asked her. Yelana shook her head. Madison frowned at her. “You know that wasn’t a bad kiss, too bad we don’t have the spark.” Madison said in a teasing voice. “You know we can still be friends.” Yelana told her. Madison smiled brightly at her response. ”Yeah you're right, We can be the best of friends.” Madison said to her as she held her hand.

simon who lets you cry.

simon who sees the same heartbreak he sees in himself, the same desperate need for survival, the desperate need for rest.

simon who understands. he knows you don’t mean it. he knows you can’t control yourself what you snarl and bite. he knows you regret, he understands.

simon who doesn’t shy away when you get mad, when your chest heaves and your eyes narrow. he instead stays, calm hands gentle yet firm, helping you unclench your fists. he kisses the marks your nails leave on your palm.

simon who isn’t frightened, or angry, or upset. simon who understands. who struggles the same way you do.

simon who is there for every up and down, every tear and every smile. he does his research, finds the best techniques and learns them off by heart.

he knows. he understands. no, he isn’t mad. yes, you’re allowed to cry.

For me, I love these flags the most.

Top Left: Aceflux: I feel drawn to colors like it reminds of a girl power type cartoon.

Top Right: Sapphic: I like the pink and the flower in the middle I feel like it really captures femininity and the feeling of women and non-women liking each other.

Bottom: Gay Men Flag: I like the colors on the flag cause it reminds me of frogs, the ocean, and peacocks.

Descriptions:

Aceflux: There’s two definitions to this one..

Someone with a fluctuating orientation and that orientation is always within the asexual spectrum.

Someone with an orientation that fluctuates between no attraction, some attraction, and a lot of attraction.

Sapphic: Refers to a woman or a feminine-aligned individual of any sexual orientation who is attracted to other women and/or feminine-aligned individuals.

Gay Men Flag: Men attracted to Men

As a demiboy (among other things), I love the way the flag looks. My favorite is the combination of gray and blue. Those two colors together are really growing on me and I'm enjoying gray as a color all on its own.

What about you? Is there something specific you like about a certain pride flag?

- Your Bigender Big Brother 💙💚

Blake x reader where it’s literally just them cuddling and he gets self-conscious since he lost his two limbs and reader says they still love him and kiss all over his face to make him feel loved. My boi needs love sobssss

"Are..you sure you're okay with this?"

"Of course, Blake. Why wouldn't I be?"

"..well, it’s just...never mind." As Blake sighed, he rested his head on your chest, hopelessly attempting to wrap his arm around you. But then he quickly remembered it wasn't there anymore; in its place was a stump that ended just after his shoulder.

Meanwhile, you had both of your arms wrapped completely around him, and while it made him feel secure...he felt guilty that he couldn’t hug you the same way. Not like he used to. You didn’t mind it, but he was still upset over it.

Of course, the frequent phantom pains didn’t help matters either. He'd get them in both of his missing limbs from time to time, which usually ended in panic.

Today they were particularly bad, so you were both cuddling together, with them eventually going away. He ditched his prosthetics so you weren’t feeling cold plastic or metal against your skin.

Despite you reassuring him it was fine, he decided to leave them off, valuing your comfort over his own.

Though staring at his stumped arm made him feel rather insecure...and had him thinking...

Even so, he wishes he listened to all of the signs to turn back.

He still didn’t understand why you’d stay with him, even after proving to you that he was an idiot who nearly got himself frozen to death.

You never berated him for going up to Mt. Silver without telling you..or said he “deserved” any of this (despite what his constant nightmares claimed).

But no.

He didn’t and this is what happened to him.

If only he told himself “becoming champion is enough”, then he wouldn’t have ended up like this. He wouldn’t feel like a huge burden on you; he wouldn’t feel like the most abnormal person in all of Johto.

In public, he’d notice the younger trainers and little kids who once admired him now staring and whispering things as he walked by.

None of them would talk to him like they used to...and he wondered if it’s because of what he looked like now. Surely it had to be strange to see someone missing a leg and arm--especially the champion himself.

You, on the other hand, haven’t stopped loving him one bit. You never treated him any differently. In fact, you recently scolded a few snobby brats who joked about him being a “normal/steel-type” because of his prosthetics, crushing their puny Pokémon in battle when the taunts have gone too far and insulted your relationship with him.

Not even Silver was as mean as they were.

Even though he pretended to be fine afterwards, their words still hurt like hell, and Blake hasn't stopped thinking about them since.

You shouldn't have to fight people because of him.

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he began to overthink everything, and he silently cursed himself for letting this happen. For letting his mind get off track.

Maybe they were right. You deserved better than him.

You deserved someone "normal".

This was supposed to be helping him calm down.

Yet, once again, he ruined things for himself and you.

The whimper that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed by you, making you stop petting his hair and frowning. "Blake? What’s wrong, honey?” You softly spoke, worried that he was feeling those pains again.

"Wh-Why...why bother trying anymore?"

"Trying..what?"

"...to l-love me even though I did this to myself.." Despite his attempts to stifle his sobs, they came out anyways, tears slipping down his cheeks as he finally broke down. "Y-You could have anyone you want..why stay with this...th-this limbless freak?”

To hear him say that shattered your heart.

"Blake, you are not a freak." You hugged him closely, rubbing the back of his head as he cried quietly into your shirt. His good hand clutched desperately at it. “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You think I’d love you any less because of what happened? Because of what a few stupid kids said?”

“..I-I..I don’t know. I just..I feel bad..because I’m not the Champion y-you fell in love with anymore-”

“That’s not who I fell in love with. I love the kind, funny, and selfless Blake Gold who cares for his Pokémon and never gives up on his dreams.” You corrected him, gently resting a hand on his stumped arm. “If you think this changes any of that, you’re wrong.”

He quieted down a little, sniffling as he looked to see where your hand was, and then his gaze went back to you, astonished. "Do you...mean that?”

Nodding, you smiled and rubbed his arm in comfort. “I mean every word. Let me prove it.” You then moved your hand underneath his chin, drawing him closer so you could kiss every square inch of his face.

He immediately blushed at your actions, but happy tears soon replaced his sad ones, knowing you truly did wanna stick by him. And that your love was still strong--perhaps even stronger than before now.

Part of him felt ashamed for ever doubting you and crying over the possibility you only dated him because of his fame, fearing you’d abandon him when he fell apart.

But no. You were here to stay for the long run.

You pulled away to look at each other for a few moments, and you could see Blake’s own smile returning. “I see you’re convinced now.”

“Yeah..I..I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“For just..being an idiot, as usual.” He lightly joked. “I shouldn’t let this crap get to my head. I know you’ll always love me, I...I just...I guess I just needed to hear you say that.” Then he closed his eyes and snuggled back against you, burying his face into your chest.

“Of course,” you chuckled softly, petting his hair once more. “I’d do anything for my lovable idiot boyfriend.”

He just huffed, but said nothing more as his good arm squeezed you tightly.

Arceus only knows how badly he needed to hear your words.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.

My Girl 🫶🏽

Oh you.. don’t like gwen Stacy? I say ever so lightly shuffling away and overall disliking you a little more

Bruh.. I feel called out and not in a good way 🥲😭

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