GnashedFlesh

+:★:+ Won't You Stay Awhile? *+:★:+

Hello! I'm Versa, your yumeship educator and internet sister ♡

she/her • bi gynosexual • chronically ill • Cinderella/Ashley's Princess ♡

"I'm sorry I had nothing to say to you that night."

☆*ﾟ About this blog: This blog primarily focuses on yumeship scenarios and general discussion surrounding yumeshipping. My goal is to help improve the perception of yumeshippers while providing fun imagines and educational posts for those in the community. I also post about Silver Palace, occasionally write x reader content for it, and gush about Cinderella/Ashley far more than I probably should ♡

☆*ﾟ Inbox rules: My inbox is always open, no matter how many asks I receive! Feel free to ask about yumeshipping, my own yumeship, Silver Palace, scenario requests, or my opinions and advice on yumeshipping in general. I don't have many boundaries when it comes to questions, my only exception is drama. I'm too old for that.

Imagine gently stroking your F/O’s hair as they lean against you, their arms wrapped securely around your waist. You absent mindedly play with loose strands, your fingers gliding softly across their scalp, earning contented hums and the occasional tighter squeeze. Gradually, their body grows heavier against yours. It’s only when you stop that they realise they were moments away from falling asleep.

Perhaps you should do this more often; for their sake.

Imagine a touch starved F/O gently taking your hands and bringing them to their face, pressing soft kisses to your skin. Watch the quiet desperation in their eyes as they melt into your touch, their fingers tightening ever so slightly around your wrists while your thumb gently strokes their cheek…

Imagine lying in bed on a hot summer night, struggling to fall asleep as a gentle breeze drifts through your open window. Just as your eyes begin to close, you hear the faint rattle of something behind you.

Turning over, you see your F/O climbing through the window.

They slowly approach your bedside and lean down, gently brushing your cheek with the tips of their fingers as you lie frozen beneath them. Their expression sits somewhere between tender adoration and unsettling obsession.

“Awh… did you leave the window open for me?” they ask softly, watching the fear spread across your face. “How sweet of you…”