do you think flowery would like a reader who shows lots of love to his light world form as well as his dark world?
i imagine that hed prefer getting to show affection to his lover in return for receiving it ... but i also want to kiss his petals and stem and spend time with him even in the LW, since he needs to get LW sunshine anyways. i wonder if he could get flustered just from being given so much affection in his flower form? sometimes i think about going into the DW and him already being flustered because he got lots of kisses and love and careful touches in the LW. His partner is cheating. Its cheating and not fair.
Apologies for not using my usual format !! I wanted to answer some things in a more chill way, I could do this for requests that I like but don't feel inspired enough to write a whole fic/HCs for...? If you guys would like that? So I don't 'ignore' anyone! Let me know!
Anyway...
Much like you said, I think he would think it's not fair: he's done this with Asgore before after all, taking all this love and care and being unable to give it back - I definitely think that even if you'd be able to see each other afterwards in the DW, he would fret over repaying you in some way as soon as you see each other. He would also absolutely get flustered from just this, I do believe Darkners are aware of what is going on around/to them in the LW, and this is accentuated by the fact that flowers are a form of life, which would lead me to assume they can feel everything in an even stronger manner...!
Just imagine making sure his LW form is alright; checking for anything out of the norm, making sure he's gotten enough water and light, that he's standing pretty and straight, looking at his petals and tenderly caressing them juuust because you're a little tease and you know he's going to get so flustered by only being able to stand there and take all your love and care. He needs to lie down now!! He's all red over how gentle you always are with him...and if you're a little bit extra while tending to his LW form, and you take the time to talk to him and lightly kiss him? Weeell, let's just say he's going to be super lovey and clingy next time you visit him in the DW...and ask for more of those kisses and whispered sweet nothings :>
Hes the fresh sans of deltarune. To me. It came to my head and it realllyyy just makes a lot. Of sense. To Me (to kel)
When you mentioned "Fresh Sans," I got chills remembering everything that's associated with that name.
But going along with your idea... yeah! I really think Flowery would fit that aesthetic. I could even imagine him smoking weed (that was just a completely random thought, don't ask me why).
He'd wear bell-bottoms, clothes with flower patterns, and fully embrace that colorful '70s vibe.
And honestly... I'd absolutely love listening to his mixtapes. I feel like he'd have a really distinct taste in music and always have the perfect song for any situation.
Flowery selfshipper banner and blinkie (blinky?) because I didn't see any! I've literally never made one before but I like him so much and know a lot of other people do too so. Here he is
Free to use however you please, credit welcome but not required
i love flowery so much.... nothing but pure moe, a kind soul with love in his heart, the beauty in his smile, and so talented, full of hope and exuberance, what a brave man
Would you be interested in doing a Darkner reader who was the glass case around Flowery in the light world and decides they're going to be Flowery's glass knight! -🛡️
Flowery/Glass Darkner reader
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When you first awakened as a Darkner, you didn’t carry a blade or a gun. You were born with a shield. Your soul originated from something quiet and almost invisible. the glass case that kept Flowery safe. The clear walls that separated delicate petals from careless hands became polished crystal armor in the dark world. Stained glass wrapped around your body like living plates of metal, every surface catching the light in brilliant colors.
Meeting Flowery had felt l. By then, strange worlds and even stranger people had become almost ordinary parts of life. Every new adventure introduced another colorful individual with their own peculiar quirks. Yet, Flowery managed to catch you completely off guard. His voice carried tiny, echoing flourishes that accompanied every sentence he spoke. The little sounds distracted you enough that you nearly flubbed your own introduction, forcing yourself to bite your lip to keep from gaping too broadly. He took your hand so naturally that your thoughts completely derailed. You found yourself staring at your joined hands for far longer than was reasonable while he continued talking with effortless enthusiasm. Before you could gather yourself enough to decide whether these unfamiliar feelings should concern you, he gave your hand one last affectionate squeeze before announcing he had other matters to attend to, and then he disappeared almost immediately.
You remained rooted exactly where you stood, your cheeks burning and your hand still feeling warm. One thought refused to leave your mind. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to hold him as you did every day in the life before. You wanted him to hold you. That was your dream.
You were simply the Glass Knight. Back in the Light World, your entire existence revolved around protecting Flowery. Nothing about becoming a Darkner changed that. If anything, it only strengthened the instinct until it felt stitched directly into your soul. Unfortunately, Flowery rarely made your job easy. He had an irritating habit of wandering off whenever Asgore appeared. You would turn around for just a moment, only to realize your ward had vanished again, forcing you to sprint across the Flower Kingdom while asking others if they had seen him fluttering about. Nearly every search ended the same way with Flowery happily chatting beside Asgore while you stood several feet away, trying to catch your breath. He always looked faintly surprised that you had followed him again, while you silently straightened your stance and resumed hovering over him as though nothing unusual had happened.
The others thought your unwavering loyalty was admirable. Nobody realized your feelings had long since drifted beyond duty. Whenever Flowery was nearby, you managed to maintain your composure. You stood tall over him, kept an eye out for any inconvenience, and watched his every move with complete professionalism. However, the instant he left, your facade shattered. One innocent question from Ralsei asking whether you liked spending time with Flowery was enough to leave your face glowing brighter than a heat lamp! Your hands became hopelessly fidgety as you insisted your admiration was purely professional, only to immediately contradict yourself by absentmindedly listing every tiny habit of his that you adored. the way he laughed, the way flowers literally bloomed around him and how he constantly bounced from one idea to another without slowing down. By the time you realized how much you had confessed, everyone around you wore knowing smiles. You promptly took off, realizing you had left him unprotected again!
As your relationship deepened, affection developed its own quiet rhythm. You hovered close to him almost constantly, always within reach if he needed anything, but you rarely touched him without reason. Old habits stubbornly lingered within you. Your instincts preferred watching over him rather than touching him. Flowery noticed this. At first, he wondered if he had somehow done something wrong, but the realization that your hesitation had nothing to do with him brought him visible relief.
You loved him enough to keep trying. One afternoon, you suddenly scooped him into your arms without warning. Flowery froze, his eyes widening. For a wonderfully awkward moment, he looked completely bewildered. Then laughter bubbled out of him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, settling comfortably against you as if he had always belonged there. From that moment on, carrying him became a common occurrence. Sometimes he would dramatically lift both arms toward you after feigning exhaustion, silently requesting transportation like royalty expecting their carriage. Other times, he would simply lean into your space until you gave him exactly what he wanted. You never refused. Holding him felt natural. He often rested his head against your shoulder while absentmindedly tracing little circles against your armor, perfectly content to let you carry him wherever you wished, as if nothing in the world could bother him while he remained in your embrace. You treasured every second.
Then, everything changed. You stood beside him as the real human reached toward the fountain. Your fingers intertwined, and your head rested on top of his while both of you silently watched as the familiar magic began to close the fountain. It saddened you to think that within minutes, he would once again become an ordinary flower in the Light World, and you would become nothing more than the glass case surrounding him. But you accepted it because, for a while, Flowery had experienced his dreamland, and you were satisfied with that.
Suddenly, the Roaring Knight appeared, and everything unraveled in seconds. Asgore vanished before anyone fully understood what had happened. Flowery reacted instantly without hesitation, without fear, chasing the Roaring Knight. You watched in horrified disbelief as he somehow stood his ground, refusing to retreat. He smiled with the same reckless determination that had both terrified and enchanted you as you struggled to catch up to him, as usual.
Then the sword moved. Your body reacted before your thoughts did. What were you if not his shield? Crystal flashed between steel and flower. The blade struck you instead. Agony exploded across your body as glittering shards scattered through the air like broken stars. Your frame splintered apart where your chest had once been whole. You vaguely heard one of the children scream. Ralsei rushed toward you, desperate magic already gathering around his hands. The Knight fled, taking Asgore with him. Flowery caught you before you hit the ground. He carefully lowered you to stable ground and then knelt beside you, supporting your body with astonishing gentleness despite the panic flooding his expression. His hand found yours, and you squeezed it weakly. Ralsei's healing washed over your body again and again, yet the damage refused to mend completely. Glass is so fragile and so hard to mend.
Flowery leaned forward until his forehead rested against yours, carefully brushing loose shards from your face with reverence. His shoulders trembled as you smiled up at him. You rested your head against his shoulder while his thumb continued to trace slow circles across your palm, unwilling to let go even for an instant. Kris, Susie, and Ralsei eventually returned. Ralsei quietly explained what needed to happen. The fountain had to be sealed. You barely listened. You were too busy memorizing the feeling of Flowery's hands, the warmth surrounding you, and the gentle way he continued to stroke you as if convincing himself you still held strong.
When the fountain finally closed, you felt your body falling apart. Crystal became transparent once more. Armor transformed back into glass, and your limbs stilled into familiar rigidness. When the light returned, only a cracked glass case remained and inside rested a single flower, its petals brushing gently against the fractured glass.
are we as a society ready yet for flowery x reader AUs that are way too far removed from canon HAHA this is a silly ramble definitely based off of retail nonsense but .
thinking about fae (wood nymph?) flowery who holds a pretty high position in his society but is intent on REBELLING AGAINST HIS BORING FATEEE and leaving to do something that is like . the absolute least prestigious thing he can think off. running away to work at a random grocery store with a bunch of humans. he ends up having a great time because they're all completely and utterly charmed by him (in part due to his natural charm, in part due to his . literal magic.) he goes by a nickname because well. the power of names and also 'flowery' is insane. floris, maybe.
you, working there, practically losing your mind because you are less susciptible to his magic for some reason (autism? LMAO) and you have never met a guy who is this fucking weird. who is this bad at pretending a normal human man. and everyone else thinks you're insane and ohhhhh everyone loves this guy !!!! he's just so nice !!!!! and cool !!!!!! it drives you absolutely UP THE WALL. worst part being, he can actually be pretty nice to you, too.
and of course flowery being intrigued because you do not immediately fawn all over him <3
(His voice clips going off will be italicized right after his regular sentences)
- You’re not sure why Flowery asked you to walk with him after chatting with the others in the diner, but you had no reason to refuse. You can’t think of many instances it was just him and you hanging out.
- There was a gentle breeze carrying a soft floral scent as it swirled around you both. The permanent “sunset” of this world casting you and him in a soft orangey gold glow. It was nice.
- Flowery adjusts his hair by running a hand through it in his typical fashion. “Beautiful isn’t it?” “Yes!” He asks, his other hand idly swaying his jacket (that you have yet to see him wear) behind him.
- You smile nodding, you’ve seen it quite a few times now and it’s still gorgeous to you.
- You had to admit to yourself it was kinda nerve wracking spending one on one time with him. His personality so….confident and personable. He always has fun and teases most people you can’t help but wonder if you can keep up with talking with him.
- You feel a gentle poke against your temple and you blink, turning your head to Flowery. “Well? Don’t leaf me hanging….” He grins, knowingly. Ah. You’ve been caught stuck in your own thoughts. You sheepishly ask him to repeat what he said.
- He chuckles, still smiling, and leans down a bit closer to your shoulder. “I asked how you’ve been enjoying your time here, buttercup.” “Such a predictable creature.” You feel your cheeks warm a bit at his voice clip overlapping what he said.
- You go over all the pleasant experiences you’ve had here so far with him. His eyes, ever closed, still feel like they’re trained on you, nodding along as he listens to you.
- “oh! Looks like it’s one of these! Allow me!” He says, and you look around confused at what he could mean, only spotting a red torii gate and some water up ahead.
- Before you can voice your question, in a blink his hands are tucked under your knees and supporting your back as he scoops you up off the ground. The wind gusts a bit and you marvel a bit at how beautiful he looks right now. The sun is hitting him just right, and his hair gently flits about with the direction of the breeze.
-He grins at you for a moment more before stepping through the gate, and you both are launched forward at rapid speed. “Here I come San Frandiscooooo!!!”
- You yelp at the sudden speed and wrap your arms tightly around his neck. After a quick dash you pass through another gate, and you guys slow.
- “What a rush huh? Gotta love it.” He smiles again cheekily, head tilting slightly. You blink and gather your bearings, looking around a bit confused. He chuckles and continues walking with you in his arms….at least until you finally realize and tell him you’re good to walk….or don’t. He doesn’t mind 🌼✨
This is my first time requesting a fic and I know it can't be that complicated but I hope I'm not too vague or too complicated about requesting something like this!!!!
But, could I request Flowery with a gender-neutral darkner reader who is the glass chamber or case around Flowery, who has made it their entire thing to protect and service Flowery with all his needs and support. I just really wanna give some love to Flowery, Fluff and maybe bits of angst about Flowery and all, I just REALLY want to love him until he's all flustered. And if you don't mind, I hope you could add Flowery being a little flustered and all, growing flowers around his face and surroundings, I just find it super cute!!! I appreciate and thank you alot if you do this request!!!!
Well isn’t this the sweetest idea!!
Chapter 5 spoilers below!!
Through the Looking Glass - Flowery x GN!Darkner!Reader
Summary: Since the events at Flower Castle, Flowery’s been needing love and support from a special someone to keep his spirits up, and who could do that other than a pretty thing like you?
Word count: 2.3k
Coding: 💕💔🖤 (click here for my coding list)
Warnings: Fluff, slithers of angst, mentions of injury, chapter 5 spoilers, reader teases flowery, reader getting a lil touchy, flirting, a kiss!!, reader is able bodied.
Flowery Masterlist
Leah’s note: This is the cutest fic idea non!! I actually haven’t written angst before so.. might not hit as hard as you might be expecting. Nonetheless, thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy 🌼💛!!
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As far back as you can remember, you knew you had a love for caring. No matter the person, friend, family, perhaps even foe, you knew deep in your heart that everybody deserved to be cared for. Throughout your years, you had cared for many individuals, injured Floradinns and Shinobeetles after a strange fight between the two. Often rather than not, the other flowers would flock to you whenever they had pricked their delicate fingers on a thorn, or when Green had accidentally cut their finger in the kitchen.
You’re a medic of sorts, a protector of those vulnerable. Mainly, when you weren’t required by the general citizen, you spent your time caring for Flowery, and frankly his big ego too. Sometimes it was more difficult to amend his bruised psyche than to sort out any lesion on his perfect skin.
Which was what happened after the battle at Flower Castle. Throughout the whole ordeal, you were elsewhere, busy with aiding a whining Kawkaw who had taken a hit to its precious wing. Only the call of one of the flowers, accompanied by a small, fluffy boy in green clothing, brought you to the scene.
With your perfected talent, many stitches and hours of formulating correct medicines, Flowery was going to be alright, only at the expense of his magic. Safe to say he was devastated.
Since that moment, you were strictly in charge of taking care of the once magical man, Flowery. He wasn’t easy to take care of; he would moan and whine about lots of things, often reminiscing about his previous days. It was hard to listen to, especially as you recalled his old personality and how much he loved his freedom. Though, it never deterred you from giving him more than adequate care.
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“Precious! Precious, where are you?!”
Flowery nicknamed you this upon seeing your glassy iridescent skin months ago. Did you like it? So-so.
You heard Flowery’s soft cries for you from the other room, where you were preparing his clothing for the following day. At this moment in time, Flowery had little control over his body, the deep laceration the Knight gave him leaving him with damage to his internal roots. In divine timing, they will amend, yet for now, you’re in charge.
“Yes, Flowery?” you respond softly, swiftly entering his room with delicate steps. You have always been so soft and tender in your movements.
The man’s face softens when he sees you enter the room. “Ah, there you are. I was just thinking… whether we could just chat? I’m realising we only really have small talk going on, and I want to get to know who’s taking care of me.” He speaks timidly. You’ve never seen a usually confident guy speak with such a tremor in his voice.
The sweetest of smiles emerges from the corners of your lips, your body moving to settle on the edge of his perfectly made bed despite his presence.
It was obvious he was infatuated with you, but you would doubt yourself, as Flowery’s flirty with everybody, isn’t he? Though, did his cheeks turn orange in everybody’s presence, or just yours?
“What do you want to talk about?” you question. Your body melts into the softness of his mattress, like marshmallows on an open fire. One arm by your waist, the other holding your weight as you look down at the butter-yellow boy before you. Across his forearms, a scatter of baby flowers, the way that flowers scar. It was tedious fixing him up this way, but you’re infinitely glad you succeeded.
“He’s so pretty,” you can’t help but think. He’s wonderful, with sparkling eyes and flawless skin. If he weren’t a plant, he would be the sun.
He remains silent for a moment, obviously not thinking through what he actually wanted to talk about. He just wanted a pathetic excuse to talk to his stunning carer.
“Are you going to say anything or just stare at me?” you giggle, watching with joy as his face burns a deeper shade of sunset orange. You’ve never seen him in such a state.
“I was just… just noticing how pretty your hair looks today.” Flowery utters under his breath. Timidness looks sweet on him. An appreciative giggle escapes your lips after hearing his kind words, trying not to get flustered yourself. With an exchanged “thank you”, a conversation blooms. It twists and turns between playful banter and a dip into his past, and eventually it spreads into his more detailed thoughts and feelings prior to his wounds.
It feels like hours since you started talking. Not that you could complain; knowing Flowery had so much trust in you made you all fuzzy. He proceeds to tell you everything.
“Before the Knight… left me with this…” Flowery lifts his shirt to show off his blooming scar once more. “I used to be capable of so much. I was confident, flattering… although Raly didn’t appreciate it in the slightest. They were good kids… they didn’t want to hurt anybody. I was the one at fault… I said a spiteful thing about closing their dark foundation so we could keep our own… it was… selfish of me.” Flowery sputters; this level of vulnerability obviously alien to him.
As much as it is heartbreaking to see him lose his confidence, a part of you glows with a new type of happiness, a proud blossoming feeling that he’s able to be open and vulnerable with you.
“I grew up so lucky, people flocked to me like birds, the ladies too.” A smirk crosses his face. “But… I feel like my charm is gone now… I’m stuck in my room, healing and unable to see how everyone is doing after the Knight showed up. Oh, I hope Raly is doing okay… he’s a great kid, you know? Although he didn’t like me, he still tried to help even when I was on the verge of death. I wish I could’ve properly thanked him for it…”
“It’s not your fault, Flowery.” You slip your soft hand under his chin to get him to meet your gaze. The glow of his skin reflects off your fingertips, like holding a buttercup under your chin in the prime of spring. Upon hearing those words, Flowery finds it hard to look away from you. He holds your gaze to his, listening so intently to what you have to say.
“You had no way of knowing what the Knight was going to do. You wanted to protect Asgore, didn’t you?”
He nods.
“Exactly, you did it for a good cause. This is your home, our home; of course, you’re going to be defensive about it. It doesn’t make you any less likeable. I promise.”
Orange blooms deeper in his cheeks.
“I guess… Gosh, I hope Asgore’s okay— I don’t know where the Knight could’ve taken him…” his voice wavers and wobbles as he speaks.
He doesn’t want to admit it. He won’t. But Flowery, despite his levels of high self-respect and admiration, feels like a failure. His attempt to rescue his dearest friend had fallen flat, and left him in a state where he’s unable to even try and find him. Under the surface of perfect looks and charming personality, Flowery is breaking into little pieces. Nights of tossing and turning amidst a stinging stomach interrupted his beauty sleep, his dreams plagued with that unfortunate day and fixations of where his best friend could be.
“I’m sure he’s okay, Flowery… try not to beat yourself up about it, okay?” you cup his cheek. It’s warm and tender under your palms. His golden eyes speak more than words ever could.
Gratitude. Friendship. Love? Whatever it may be, you’re all he needs right now.
“Let me get you some water.”
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Saying goodnight to Flowery when the sun had set across the horizon was always a special part of your day. Seeing him tucked in and drowsy at such an early hour was admirable. In spite of his frequently restless dreams, he would never be short of his eight-hour kip. Anything for the health of his hair and skin, right?
Over the next few days, you and Flowery talked more and more, instead of your interactions being strictly medical. One of these days, Flowery sits at his vanity, looking across his shirtless torso. His graceful fingers trace a tender line across where he had been split. Baby buttercups and daisies dance across the area, warping between his fingers and tickling his palms. It’s how they scar, in elegance and grace.
In the pristine reflection of his mirror, he spots your physique stood, watching him play with the new blooms inside his skin.
“Oh, hey.” Flowery sighs, turning himself over to face you directly.
“Looking good.” you mention.
Flowery could almost feel his knees going weak, if it’s even possible for him to be weaker right now. His nonchalance also happens to fail him this time?
His words come out jumbled and tied up like a slip knot. “Ah! Good looking?? Or… looking good…? What did you say? I can barely… remember… thanks!”
“Your scars are healing well, hon. Fresh flowers are a good sign.”
“Oh, right… of course.”
Sweaty palms slip through his blonde locs as he tries to lower his heart rate, though it comes to no avail.
“…but you are good-looking though.”
He could’ve had a heart attack. Flowery’s body stiffens into place, his eyes falling on you pretty much instantly. He’s suddenly aware of how bare his top half is.
“You… you think?” he stammers, his cheeks going the deepest shade of orange you’ve ever seen on him. You nod, slowly approaching him closer until he finds himself backed up against his desk, knocking over a bottle of cherry blossom-scented hairspray in the process. “A-ah… you’re… awfully close…” he rambles, his growing smile letting you know he won’t protest against your approach.
“Do you want me to move?”
“No! No, please stay… right where you are…” he gulps. He thinks he might burst any second, like a birthday card that explodes with confetti upon opening. He wouldn’t be surprised if you could hear his swollen heart pounding or feel it against your palms.
“You’re real pretty, aren’t you, Flowery?”
“I- I don’t-“
“You are… I mean your hair is perfect every day, your skin glows so gorgeously both in and out of the sun… your perfect smile, toned body…”
“You’re gonna drive me crazy, love-“
“And?”
Pop!!
A deep giggle escapes your chest as you watch a golden flower pop out the end of his nose. It’s something he’s talked about before, but you’ve never seen it happen before. Whenever Flowery’s heavily flustered or overjoyed, flowers begin to bloom either on his body or in any surrounding areas. Instantly, Flowery brings up his hand to cover the bud, but you catch his arms before he can get there.
“Let me see.”
Flowery could explode at the sight of your gorgeous face analysing his, and it’s dangerous territory.
Pop!! Pop!!
Two more buds by his hairline, and there’s no stopping them now. By where his hands rest on his vanity, many precious golden flowers begin to emerge on top of the mahogany.
“I— this… happens sometimes!” he manages to push out, half humiliated and half living his dream. Your lack of verbal response gags him for a moment, watching as you move your fingers up to brush the newfound plants on his face. “Not that you seem to care…”
“You’re really cute, Flowery. This is all for me?”
He lets out a shaky “mhm”. Poor guy, he has no idea what to do with himself. Usually, he has the upper hand, able to sway ladies and gentlemen with so much ease. Not today. Today, he was the victim of such teasing.
“Not used to this, are you?”
“Nuh uh… it’s… not awful being on the receiving end…” Flowery chuckles and a beat passes. Over the following minutes, all you do is sprinkle little compliments and touches all over him, sparkling him up really pretty, also advancing to touch his sensitive scars. He’s like putty in your hands. He gasps and shudders as you touch his chest and stomach, a silent plea for you not to stop.
In the course of time, after lots of self-encouragement, Flowery brings himself to cup the back of your neck as you caress him. His touch distracts you from your trance of tracing shapes across his frame. His eyes meet yours with a desperate question in mind. His lips part, his tongue slithering across his perfect lips as he awaits your next move. No words need to be uttered. With a bow of your head, letting him know your stance, Flowery tilts his head.
With precise slowness, he closes the gap between you two, giving you a soft kiss on your lips. His feel is warm and welcoming against your own, like you’re right where you’re meant to be. Neither of you escalates, just bathing in the romantic light of the kiss. You couldn’t ask for anything more right now.
After several seconds, you both pull away, cheeks burning like hot coals.
“So, um… lunch?” Flowery suggests.
“Was I not enough?” you tease.
Flowery leans in to you again, making sure you know he’s dead serious. He looks so bewildered with love right now you can hardly believe the way he’s looking at you.
“More than enough, but I want to treat you to something really special, especially made for you.”
That evening, the two of you find yourselves having dinner together, curled up in his bedsheets. There’s nothing you would change. In your peripheral, you can still see the golden bouquets on his vanity that he had accidentally bloomed not two hours ago. A sign of the effect you have on him. A sign that he truly feels safe with you.
A clear signpost of how much he loves you.
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how do you think flowery would react with the reader that has cuteness aggression against him (like sometimes would just bite him in the arm)
he's just so cute i want to bite him all over
Flowery and Cuteness Aggression (GN! Reader)
Summary: A short list of ideas for Flowery and a reader with cuteness aggression!
Word count: 368 (bit of a short one)
Coding: 💕🖤 (click here for my coding list)
Warnings: Biting, licking and kissing across the body, GN reader, fluff with hints of spice I suppose (very limited)
Flowery Masterlist
Leah’s note: They’re eating my flesh!!
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I think Flowery would find your active biting and gnawing on his skin very endearing after he’s gotten used to it. Initially, I think he wonders what the heck you are trying to do, maybe even scolding you in defence of his perfect skin.
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Laying with your new boyfriend felt like home. Everything was cosy and sweet, like it was meant to be. In the peak of summer, Flowery wouldn’t wear his usual long-sleeve shirt like he was today. Instead, he keeps his marvellously toned arms out on display.
Whilst resting your head on his chest, you acknowledge how close his bicep is. Juicy, for his thin frame. He’s not bulky or big, but there’s muscle definition that’s chewable to you.
During the time that Flowery has his eyes closed, you lean over and gently sink your teeth into his flesh, leaving spit and a firm dent in his skin.
“Ah!! Honey!! What’re you doing?? That hurt!!” he hisses, initially pushing you off him. Yet after some explanation that he’s just too cute not to bite, he begins to soften up to the idea. Before you know it, he’s allowing you to nick, bite, and suck on his skin whenever you feel fit to.
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On occasion, I think he would do it back to you, possibly in the form of nipping at your neck from behind, or maybe your collarbone. He loves to kiss your hands too, so I would assume he would occasionally nip on the delicate skin there, all gentle, I promise!!
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“Morning lovely…” Flowery croaks into your ear from behind as you put on your favourite accessory. You feel his pristine teeth rake against your neck before clamping your skin gently between the two before soothing it with a few pecks.
“Morning..” you smile, leaning into his touch before turning to face him. Your eyes take him in before you practically pounce on him, biting up and down his arm. You sure do appreciate him!
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I think Flowery would want you to bite him in public too. He doesn’t care who’s looking or judging; he wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, so matter how insane you look chewing up his flesh 💛.
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