Can I request Verity fluff where Reader gets cuteness aggression and starts squishing him and kissing him?
"I can't get enough of you"
Ver.ity x gn!reader
Synopsis: Reader becomes aware of how cute Verity is, and he falls victim to cuteness aggression
Tags: Verity being Verity, obsessed, established crushing, mutual crushing
Notes: If Verity was real, I'd never leave his side. He'd be getting pampered daily
3 months and 23 days, that's how long you've been with Verity. You installed him when someone had given you a link to him, and since meeting him, you couldn't stop gushing about how adorable he was. His small, circular form, his voice. Everything about him just screamed that he was cute, adorable even. You just never thought one day, you couldn't physically handle it anymore.
You sighed as you placed down the last of the logs into the furnace, turning the last stack into charcoal. You never anticipated to run out of coal so quickly, let alone in the middle of the night. At least you had several stacks of logs you weren't going to use any time soon.
"I could give you coal, you know," Verity commented from where he was placed on the couch, looking at your bummed out form. You hummed in response, mentally calculating how much charcoal you'd need for your next batch of torches. While you knew he'd give you anything you wanted, you didn't want to use him like that.
"I know," you said, turning your head to look directly at him. You offered him a soft smile, feeling your heart fluttering at the sight of him returning his own. "But I got everything covered here. Besides, I wouldn't want to use you like that."
His eyes widened a little by your statement. He knew you would never use him for spawning things in, that much he was told when he first offered you help. But to hear that you kept that mindset with him, even so late in the night, it made something flutter inside of him. Something warm and soft, a feeling he has not felt in so long.
"Well, I wouldn't mind! I'm your personal helper, after all!" He cheerily said, his smile widening even further. "Besides, I enjoy helping you! It brings me nothing but absolute joy to help!" His smile was so wide, and so, so cute.
You could only stare at him, your eyes wide. Has he always been so adorable like this? He was always cute in your eyes, but right now, he was extra adorable. It was like you couldn't control your body, the urge to squeeze him, kiss him all over, hug him tightly. Was this how cuteness aggression felt?
"Uh... You okay there? You're just staring at me," Verity asked, crooking an eyebrow. He's never seen you with that look on your face. Did he do something wrong? Were you angry with him?
He watched as you calmly walked up to him, tilting his form to the side a little like a dog tilting their head. That was the final straw for your self-control.
Without even another word, you snatched him up in your hands, and began peppering kisses all over his face and form. His eyes were wide as he was laughing from the sensation, his cheeks turning to a bright orange. He was blushing! God that made him even cuter!
"W-What are you doing?" He asked between laughs, feeling your hand squeezing his form. Of everything everyone has every done to him, this was the first. No one has ever held and kissed him like this, so the sensation was new. "This is your fault," you said between kisses, giving him a few squeezes. "You're too damn cute for your own good!"
His eyes widened, cheeks an even brighter orange. Cute? Sure, people said he was cute, but no ones ever acted on it, not like you were currently doing. "Cute? I'm just a yellow ball!" He retorted with a laugh as you kissed above his eye. You shook your head, smile so wide your cheeks hurt. You yourself were blushing, but you couldn't stop. He was adorable as hell.
His laughter echoed throughout the house as you continued to pepper him with kisses, the furnaces fire dying as the charcoal was done. But neither of you noticed, too focused on each other.
You were supposed to be working on losing control. On being a good fuck doll who doesn't touch yourself every time you get the slightest ache between your legs.
And yet here you are. Fingers circling your clit in that same mindless little pattern. The one that shows me you're not even trying to make it last. You're just chasing the feeling because you can't sit still for more than five minutes without your hand drifting down.
I'm disappointed in you.
Not surprised. Let's be clear about that. I knew you'd fail. You always fail. But I had hoped, maybe foolishly, that you'd at least try to prove me wrong for once.
You didn't though. You're rubbing right now. Scrolling with one hand, touching with the other, probably not even absorbing anything I'm saying because your eyes keep glazing over every time you hit a good spot. You're just using my words as background noise while you get yourself off.
You know I want better from you. Doesn't that feel bad? Having the chance to be good, to be disciplined, to show me you're more than just a mindless rubbing addict, and then just giving in, again and again.
Don't Stop.
Right now. Prove that you don't have even a shred of self-control left. Show me that my opinion matters. That you're capable of choosing obedience over your greedy, leaking cunt.
Don't Stop.
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...
I can't believe you.
Are you actually going faster now? You literally read the word "don't stop" and your fingers sped up. Something in you is so obviously broken that even this, me telling you what a failure you are, makes you wetter.
Fine. Keep going, I guess. You clearly can't help yourself. We might as well end things where we always do. With you reading and rubbing and reading and rubbing until you finally cum to me telling you what a desperate, disappointing little slut you are.
saying "you're mine" is one thing, but whispering "you belong to me" while you have both my hands pinned above my head and your entire body is pressed against me is another thing
hey there cis fujoshi....you wanna think about boys kissing boys....kissing boys....while you're also a boy....yes thats it...keep thinking on that....good boy....
Forcemascing a depressed girl who refuses to let herself transition because she doesn't wanna bring another man into the world into the cutest cringiest most self indulgent soft boy of all time
dandy forcemasc? I love forcemasc that ends up historic and in formal way, thank you
There is a meeting of fine men in your town. You canβt help but be drawn to the building every time they come to meet. They wear corsets and large hats with complex plumage. Youβre drawn to their foppish ways, and watch through a small window as they eat small cookies and drink their tea every week. Sometimes the men dance together, and sometimes youβve seen a couple sneak out the back to the alley.
Youβre obsessed, watching them laugh and merrymake as much as you can. On day you show, but when you sit in your usual spot, you are quickly approached by three of the men. Youβre flushed and stuttering out an excuse when one says βlook, men, heβs scared!β They all laugh with their polite slight laughs when one reaches out a hand to you,
βWeβve noticed youβve taken an interest in our gathering. Weβve come to extend an invitation.β You are shocked
βBut Iβm not in proper attire!β You say, quickly and youβre about to add that youβre not even a boy -
βWell, yes but that, my dear friend, is the fun of it! We will dress you tonight!β Before you can get another word in theyβre leading you in, twirling you around for the others to see, a scattered reply of oooβs and βwhat a handsome young manβ echo through the room.
They get to work, taking your old clothes and quickly trying out different clothing on you, a bit of argument over style and color with your complexion. You are just staring at the looking glass, baffled by all the beauty you see.
Once they finish, after choosing a wonderful peacock colored material, they insist you take a turn about the room. As you walk all the talk is about the way you move, so gentlemanly.
At the end of the night you go to return the clothes, but they look at you with a bit of a giggle βTheyβre yours, of course! For what will you wear next week without them!β
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Sitting with another guy, days after we had gotten into a fight.. pressing on his bruised stomach and hearing him moan before he shoves my hand away and calls me an asshole. I encroach on his space; running my hands over the fresh scars and dark bruises under his shirt. He doesn't shove me away this time as I look into his eyes with an unreadable gaze. I get closer.. my hands on his hips and my mouth just centimeters away from his. He's frozen now, uncertain. I lean in just a bit...
And I press a bruise on his hip with my thumb, feeling him groan against my lips before his eyes fly open and he pushes me off of him. He calls me all sorts of dirty names for it, his face red and flustered as he scrambles away from me.
Maybe if he wins the next fight, I'll give him the kiss that I owe him...
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