Florist, 1986. From the Budapest municipal photography company archive.
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Mother and Son Florists by Loré Pemberton
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*slowly slides 20 dollar bill across table*
so how abt flower shop yandere with sub top darling
cw. aphrodisiacs, sexual themes, yandere themes
he’s reciting beautiful poetry, or attempting to through his stutters and moans, eyes glassy from the absolute bliss he feels as you ride him. you place your palm over his lips to shut him up, now you only hear his muffled moans. even with his mouth closed, he’s chanting poems of your grace and your divinity by thought. it’s quite charming to hear them, but seeing him crumble below you with eagerness is quite fitting for you.
for him, he’ll take any sort of affection you give him. if he had known gifting you flowers that were sprayed with aphrodisiacs and a bottle of wine would have had this strong effect on you, he’d be spraying your whole house with the intoxicating smell and he’d stay there to satiate your desires. no matter the pain from overstimulation, nor the dehydration and exhaustion, he’d die happily like this. he just wants you to want him as he does you, even using him for any of your desires would have him feeling content. he’s glad you aren’t aware of the aphrodisiacs, he had prepared to hear you blame it on the wine after eating breakfast. which you do, but you keep going. it was the wine….but you also had hoped that it would turn into more…between the two of you.
now as you know, your florist is a man of wearing his heart on his sleeves. he’s driven by poetic romance, so this confession had him spilling a few tears. not too many, he did his best to not want to scare you from your heartfelt confession (his reality dramatising your simple confession), though to the best of his abilities, a few escaped his heart formed eyes. from there onwards, you were visited by your boyfriend who brought beautiful flowers and gifts every day. you saved each poem that he had written for you, and he saved each tube filled with your liquids that he’d wring from the bedsheets after your lovemaking.
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