i write things! mainly smut/silver content and fem-only reader. i do not do male, or gender neutral reader. i like to talk about my yumeships, and i want to gush about silver.
please dni with me if youâre going to be negative, trauma dump, or vent. do not copy or take inspiration from my works/blog, thank you!
occasional minajael thirsts and other characters, maybe.
hii, can i request virginity loss with azulđit can be dubcon if you want but idrm.. and whether itâs reader losing their virginity or azul or even both⊠itâs all up to you!!
also i really loved ur silver fic it was super cuuttee⊠i really liked how they were both shameful by the end⊠makes me wonder how truly awkward their next meeting will be haha>_<
azul ashengrotto x fem!reader smut. the longer you stay in twisted wonderland, the more you realize how much of a struggle it is to get through each day all on your own and finally break down. with no one else to turn to for help, you end up relying on the only man you knew who could help you, azul.
content warning: virginity loss (both), yandere/obsessed azul, initial mild dubcon, reader deliberately ignores and misinterprets red flags by the end, tentacle sex, merform sex, contracts, implied dumbification, azul is strong and has high stamina in merform, post-malleus overblot. mdni.
trying to make my posts look a bit nicer but i donât think it looks that great? iâm really trying, i promise, but itâs hard to come up with ideas without taking inspiration from other blogs. anyways tysm for the req!! happy to hear you like the silver fic, my absolute yumeship husband!! itâd be sooo awkward for reader and him after that dream. you mentioned dubcon, so i assumed yandere azul too! @moeashengrotto
ever since youâve arrived in twisted wonderland, youâd always been short on madol. the dorm repairs were a major cost, but you werenât free as you thought youâd be after the repairs were done, as more and more inconveniences kept popping up.
clothing repairs, food, basic monthly necessities.. all of that added up. it was embarrassing for you to admit, but soon enough youâd end up in debt if things did not get any better. you tried taking a job at samâs, but he told you he had no need for employees. you tried foothill town, but got rejected for a myriad of reasons which mainly boiled down to you not having any proper documentation. at some point, you began hating your position and the fact you were taken from your worldâspiteful that it was you who ended up in twisted wonderland for worse.
that was how you ended up in azulâs office. against better judgement, he had approached you once moreâas if he knew whenever you felt like you were at your lowest. he had told you in passing that the monstro lounge was always hiring or looking for help, and he did not care about whether or not you were from twisted wonderland, he would both hire and pay a fare wage! that was his seventeenth attempt, and finally, you caved with tears in your eyes as you realize that azul of all people was your final hope in surviving.
azulâs expression and body language was a sight for sore eyes. a confident businessman now frozen and moving like in panic, ushering you to his office to stop your crying, not expecting the outburst. he knew he was the one who had sabotaged every chance you had at being hired to isolate you in the first place, but he didnât think youâd end up breaking down in front of him, especially in public. it took all in him to not break out in a grin as he heard your sobs in the privacy of his office, chasing away the twins who shared knowing glances.
it wasnât necessarily that he was a sadist. at least, azul considered himself to be kind. no, rather he was trying not to break out in a smile at the fact that he was the one who got to witness you at your lowest. you may consider it to be your breaking point, but azul considers it to be how much trust you have in him to see you at your low! it was addictive, being the only support pillar you would rely on, ignoring the part that it was more of a âcouldâ, since he had basically gotten rid of everyone else that had the potential of supporting you.
azul was not one to ever believe in falling in love with someone for their appearance, that much was a fairy tale, how stupid to fall in love with someone youâve just met because theyâre attractive. instead, he was a man drawn to personality, and there was none more stupid, naive, and kind natured than you. he was used to the coral sea where merfolk would eat one another alive, it was survival of the fittest, and yet you looked at him with that genuine smile, telling him that you found his hard work and dedication amazing, right after he tried to kill you. it would of been a one off thing heâd of glossed over, but then you checked back in with him after jamilâs overblot.
you, who was almost killed a fourth time since being transported into twisted wonderland, from an overblot, had pulled azul aside. any normal person would of had self preservation and strayed from the overblotters, but you had asked him if he was alright, if that brought back bad memories and comforted him. he wanted to laugh mockingly, as he thought you were making fun of him, but you pulled him into you and hugged him in private as you ran your fingers through his hair. you were truly a fool who was destined to be taken advantage of as you even thanked him for coming to help despite the fact it was for his own gain.
it was clear to anyone with eyes that azul liked you, but you were kind to everyone, which he did not like. what he also hated was you mentioning and even making numerous attempts to try and return back to your world, the one you called âearthâ. you talked about earth with positive affinity, with a light in your eyes, making him wonder what earth had that he did not. from the sounds of it, the world was terrible, magicless, all boring humans, and you werenât even guaranteed a life of luxury like you would be here if you took to being his wife. he could promise you the world, youâd just need to accept.
unfortunately for you, you always thought heâd been not so serious or trying to scam you, telling him that you arenât that stupid.. he wished that you could only see how much he wanted for you. now finally, you were in his office as he gave you a cup of tea, comforting you. âmy, it has been undoubtedly rough for you, what a poor unfortunate soul you are.â he starts, doing his best to act sympathetic as he pushes his glasses up.
âluckily for you,â he begins, sitting up straighter. âi know of a way for you to guarantee a successful future, even a way to get you proper documentation so you could work anywhere if you wanted to.â of course the latter half was a bit of lip service. he was honest, but itâs not like he ever intended to let you work somewhere in the future.
you stopped crying, looking at him trying to gauge if he was serious, listening to him intently as he continued on again. he listed all the benefits, and you bit your lip knowing it was too good to be true but fearing the worst outcome was far scarier than the potential of what azul could even do. seeing you on the cusp, he pulls out the contract he had drafted beforehand and lets you read over it carefullyâthat you do.
you read every single part. your tears stopped, instead your breath hitched. it felt for a moment like you were in a psychological novel, like you were prey that had been ensnared. you had come to the realization that azul wasnât helping you from the desire of getting something from you, he was helping you to get you.
it was very clear. he was offering you a hand of salvation in return for your becoming his lover. you werenât positive whether or not your mind had become disillusioned with the thought of a better future but you had genuinely believed even momentarily that perhaps this would be the better outcome for you if you had nothing else guaranteed.
you had signed with no hesitation, telling yourself that it will be alright, that azul was not the worst person to be in a relationship with. sure, he was sketchy, a terrifying man, and a merman that had an affinity for seeing people in misery, but heâd never actually harmed or deceived you since youâve gotten to know him, though you now know the reason as his eyes gleam.
it took a few months, but azul finally became your one true lifeline, one that you were so desperate for you even agreed to give him your future. you probably realized that if you did try to break up with him then the contract would break, but then your guaranteed future would be too and he was not one to let you off the hook. you knew all this, and still choose to follow through, though he could not guarantee that you would stay with him even with a chance of returning to your world of origin, earth. heâd have to be sure that if the day ever came, youâd choose him.
azul was a patient man, there was no immediate danger, choosing to press a kiss to your cheek and comfort you, like a proper lover. a proper lover you chose. it may be an unconventional confession, but you were the one who decided you would be his lover, so take some of the responsibility. your body felt fuzzy and head dizzy, exhausted from the crying and stress as you rested your eyes, leaning your head on azulâs shoulder as you fell asleep, succumbing to your fate.
when you had woke, you found yourself in azulâs dorm room. or so, you thought as youâd never actually been inside. as dorm leader, he had it all to himself. it was extremely nice, you realized he was watching you, doing paperwork from the desk beside his bed. he had actually moved into his room to finish up in order for you to rest, and for a split second you forgot that this was a bit of a forced situation in the first place as you felt a flutter in your heart that had already been tainted.
he had encouraged you to sleep longer, brought you whatever you wanted, and did exactly as he said he would. over the course of a week, you had felt like perhaps his way of confession was the worst one, but he had very clear intentions that he really did like you, so much so that you ignored every single warning sign as your reliance on him grew, holding his hand as he finished up on a restaurant analysis in town, taking you towards the beach, further and further into a more secluded spot.
âazul?â you questioned as the two of you finally came to a stop, at the edge hidden away from public. azul let go of your hand, telling you that he had trusted you enough and wanted you to see him properly in his merform, although you did see quite a bit of it in his dream, you need this meant a lot to him. azul meant to proceed slower but that plan had to be expedited as you had gathered a large crew that hoped to figure out how to return you to earth.
as azul transformed, he knew that the one way to get you addicted to him would be by taking your virginity. he had done a lot for you, but he could still tell a part of you wanted to return home, and if it were the you right now before him you would leave without hesitation, he had to make sure that youâd stay with him, even if it meant taking your virginity.
azul himself was a virgin. he wasnât confident in his knowledge of human anatomy, but he was fairly confident in his merformâs, and he had one chance to get this right. he had heard land folk are far pickier with mating, hearing that some women find an unskilled partner to be worth a break up, and the thought terrified him. he wanted to give you some freedom, your smile and kindness was something he adored but he also knew he had become far too reliant on your presence that this were his compromise.
you had stepped closer, encouraged by azul to touch his tentacles, to observe. âmmf.. azul?â you moan as one of the tentacles reaches around your waist, squeezing you close to him as he presses a kiss to your lips, which part and give him way. it was a surprise, itâd always been on the face so far but you supposed that this was his way of telling you that he trusts you.
azul was large. the twins were massive at two meters, but azul had them beat, utterly dwarfed. he had picked you up with zero effort, slowly moving deeper and deeper into the sea until his entire body was covered by the blue of the ocean, his tentacles prodding at you. you gasp, the sensation indescribable, smooth and slimy yet strong as his arms support your ass, kissing you. you had your eyes squeezed shut, panting into azul, whose cheeks were a bright blue as he had a look of focus.
it made you laugh, his brows furrowed as he wondered whether you were mocking him or even if you became ticklish. âsorry, azul, aha! you look so serious, itâs hard to take you seriouâŠagh!â you squeak, watching him turn his head aside as the tentacles around you wrap harder, clearly embarrassed.
â..is it to your liking?â he asks, cautiously. a part of him feels instinctively like heâll get eaten alive by you, but instead you were soft, squishy, and pliant in his arms as bury your face in the crevice of his neck. he didnât know what part of this charmed you exactly, but your arms wrapped around his neck as you encouraged him to continue. you knew he was trying his best to convey his feelings for you, and seeing him try so hard when everything else in this world did nothing for you felt utterly charming.
with encouragement, azulâs tentacles continue to move against your body, grabbing at your clothed chest and sucking down, leaving bruises along them as he watches you squirm and mewl, focused on each expression you make to ensure he knows how to properly fuck you. he had researched a lot of human mating. studies upon studies, foreplay, positions, even how to penetrate, though a lot of those were subjective and based off kinks depending on the individual. azul wasnât actually sure if you were a virgin, truth be told. he had hoped you were, but the unease ate at him.
perhaps there was even someone else you had wanted to do this was? âazul!â you almost shriek as your body convulses violently, clinging to him with your eyes nearly popping out. you had no clue what an orgasm felt like, that it was so groundbreakingly violent and mindblowing. that was all the confirmation he needed as the dazed look in your eyes signified that you werenât used to it, thighs squeezing together just from having your nipples sucked by tentacles, moaning out his name so loudly as he groans.
unable to hold back his desire, and almost positive you werenât going to eat himâthough he still held the fear, one tentacle moves further down towards your pussy, almost tearing off your skirt in order to get. it was soaked in your juices, tasting your cum with his sensitive tentacle. you were sweet and addictive, the tip making its way deeper and deeper, inch by inch as you struggle to adjust. âslower!â you cry out, and azul nearly stops as he gives you time for adjustment.
he didnât think his tentacles were that bad, it was just the tip and compared to his human cock was a bit smaller, but you were whimpering at the girth. the sensation afterwards felt like nothing you ever felt, suckers kissing your inner walls as you jerk your hips, wordlessly telling him to continue on deeper as you adjust. you yourself were unsure whether or not it was supposed to go like this, youâd never taken dick, let alone a tentacle.
The tentacle was long and huge, only the tip fitting in and it filled you up deep. it was a specific tentacle quite different from the rest, but you had no idea why, unable to focus as your tongue lolls out, eyes rolling as the very tip hits a certain spot so deep inside of you that youâre crying out and moaning in pleasure, squeezing around the squishy tentacle. âazul, azul, azul..â you repeat, babbling what you could rememberâyour lover.
your hips want to jerk against him, but his grip is so strong against you that youâre breathlessly hopeless, clinging to him as he thrusts the tentacle in and out, in according to the mating customs of your kind. he pulls it all the way out, then pushes in, your toes curling as your fingernails scratch at and leave marks in his back, too lost in the throes of pleasure to even register the way azul was looking at you and your body. you were exactly as destined to be, in his arms relying on him and looking at him with an expression only he deserved to know.
it felt so good and so deep, you didnât know what being stuffed felt like, yet here you were on azulâs tentacle, making you lose your mind. you had lost it a couple of times since coming to twisted wonderland, especially in the last few weeks, but this was a good feeling. it felt like something you never wanted to stop, addicting. azul had heard of dumbification from sex, that was the goal he had derived from various sources, but this was extremely quick. he expected it to be far more difficult, but you squeezed him tightly, pussy making loud noises as he pushed in and out, his own body overwhelmed with pleasure as he tried not to lose himself and grab you far too hard, pressing another sloppy and inexperienced kiss against your lips, closing his eyes for the very first time since pulling you to sea.
azul felt the urge building within him to finish inside and fertilize you, but held himself back as now was not the time. his instincts were strong, seeing how beautiful you looked for him in the moment, but that was a very desperate measure he would not resort to. instead, he continues to fuck his tentacle into you until your second orgasm rips through you, just as much as a surprise as the first time, coming crashing down without warning as your voice goes hoarse from all the moaning.
he pulls his tentacle back, holding your limp body close to him, pressing kisses all over your neck as your eyes struggle to flutter open every few seconds, eventually succumbing to slumber as azul admires you the same perverse way he had been for the last few months, reveling in your reliance on and trust in him. heâs sure that now heâd been the only thing youâd ever think about, and that place called earth was nothing in comparison.
although azul didnât get to finish, he didnât mind. in order to get your cards to align, sometimes you had to be extremely patient, positive that the first time he does cum, itâll be inside of you, starting your family and happy life. azul knew you already trusted and believed in his love for you and returned his feelings, but just to be sure heâll make sure to put a ring on your finger sooner rather than later.
hii i was just wondering if you r going to take writing requests!! ^///^
hiii! i took a little bit to think about it, but sure! iâm definitely not the quickest at writing and i canât guarantee quality or anything, but if anyone trusts me enough with a request then iâll consider writing it!! no guarantee as sometimes i just might not know how to handle the request, but iâll still try my best.
i do have a couple of rules off the top of my head to anyone who wants to request, and iâll make a formal post later if anyone else is interested in requesting.
please keep the characters to the canon timeline adults, so basically most of the second years and up. i do rsa too, since i really love how minajael looks and acts, and really want to see more of him in the future. if you request rsa it may be inaccurate since weâre currently in the dark about a lot of their lore.
i do write for yandere/dubcon, but iâm not really into writing for noncon, or anything extremely darkcon. i know dd:dne is misconstrued nowadays into meaning darkcon when it originally means âdead dove: read the tags, the content warning tags are relevant so if it says major character death, donât be surprised that the main character actually diesâ rather than the darkcon itself, but i feel like many people associate it with darkcon in modern terms, especially those new to fanfic, so if you think your request is dd:dne in the darkcon sense, i likely wonât write it. i like yanderes from an obsessive/dissection psychological aspect rather than darkcon.
i do not know how to, nor will write for male reader. iâm not going to pretend like i know how when iâm afab, and will only write fem reader, not gender neutral. i always envision a female body when writing, so i feel that would be unfair to be labeling my fics as gender neutral when i know it is not and would have slip-ups, hence why everything is gendered as fem rather than afab. likewise, i write x reader, so requests should be non-specific to anything physically, i do have big tits and occasionally write pieces where reader has big tits, but will warm for that and generally try to avoid any kinds of physical depicters, normally. i donât have a problem with anyone reading my fics even if they do not identify as fem/afab, as long as youâre 18+ though!
i wouldnât say i exclusively write smut, but i overall do not have a huge interest in angst, fluff, or headcanons. i donât mind headcanons if theyâre smut related, but generally i donât think i would do fluff, or anything that involves trauma/vent works, as it is just not good for me and my health to tackle at the moment.
thank you for your interest in my writing! i was surprised by the amount of notifications iâd gotten when i checked back on tumblr, and surprised anyone would want to request something.
silver x fem!reader smut. despite never being able to control whose dream he lands in, silver finds himself consistently landing in your dreams the entire week. unable to take it anymore, his yearning turns into something more than just admiring from afar, finding himself apologetically fucking your dream-self.
dream sex, yandere-esque obsessed silver, apologetic silver, slight dubcon at the start, reader has big tits, fondling, paizuri, cum swallowing, light praise, youâre both horny, post malleus overblot
a few months had passed since you, a magicless woman, enrolled in night raven college. you were given the title âprefect of ramshackleâ, called it by many as you slowly gathered the respect of those around you as you held your own and even faced a multitude of overblots. silver had of course heard of you, even spoken with you a few times, but it was nothing that stood out to him until one afternoon. he had fallen asleep in the courtyard beneath a tree, suddenly remembering his after lunch lecture he was now late to. he had gotten up in a hurry, too sleep-fogged to even register his surroundings as his face smacks into something plush and soft? his head stays there for a few seconds before pushing back down, landing on what felt like fabric.
now with a few inches to see, he analyzes that his upper half was no longer on the ground, but instead on someoneâs lap. his head had been laid on the fabric of your skirt, and what he found himself smacking against was not the tree or a wild animal this time, but your clothed breasts. silver wasnât sure what to say in the moment as your fingers found your way to his head, tugging it to the side as you bend down to look at him. âgood morning, silver,â you had cooed so sweetly while running your fingers through his hair. âdid you have any sweet dreams?â
that was silverâs core memory of when he became aware of you not as a respectable classmate, but as a woman. you likely had more innocent thoughts, you had considered him a friend despite your brief chats. yet there he was, swinging his sword for the entire evening afterward without falling asleep once, confused by the sensation caused by the replaying scene in his mind. his awareness of you only became worse from then forth, especially during malleusâ overblot. the way your fingers wrapped around his bicep as he used his unique magic. the cute face youâd made as you tried not to cry from a nasty sting after stumbling during your walk through the lush forest, not willing to cry in front of trained fae soldiers. and even the way you had helped bring him back had his heart thumping, hard. despite the threat of malleusâ overblot no longer keeping the two of you connected, you kept by his side, making sure he was okay with the revelation of being the enemyâs son.
what started as occasional drifting thoughts or catching himself wondering if you would like something he ate, or saw in a shop mirror, you began to fill his mind at all hours. silver had never felt such a way, and when he had compared it to the closest thing he could think of, sebek, he thought it may of been a great admiration. you were formidable. you held your ground. you were kind. soft. pretty. plush. tits. he felt a heat rise in his pants that he had never felt before his thoughts about you. rather than respect, his feelings werenât pure and wholeheartedly and it was then he finally considered that he may of have a bigger kind of affinity for you.
he had started to wish he could see you at all times. that was all he remembered before drifting to sleep, but âwakingâ elsewhere. the place seemed in a sense, familiar to him, but you were laughing and he immediately noticed you, towards his right sitting at the end of a long table they used at heartslabyul. you were laughing and speaking with your friends, and he observed. he immediately backed away without thinking and watched from the shadow. he recognized the dorm from the dreams visited, and the sensation felt similar to when he used his magic, confirming it, knowing that you were the dreamer.
it was the first time he successfully landed in someoneâs dream on his own just by thinking of entering their dream. he was satisfied with this much, watching you throughout the entirety of the dream. your subconscious habits reflected, and he took note of them. the way your fingers grazed the teacup, your laughter, the way youâd eat, all of that ingrained in his memory as he was more than happy with that. when he woke up, he felt refreshed. he had passed by you in the halls later the very next day, and you seemed obvious. he had decided to not make himself known, or tell you heâd landed in your dream, against his better judgement and desire to apologize for doing so. although he felt bad, that same night he had desired to see your dreams again, and he had landed in your dream once more, continuing throughout the week.
it was like clockwork, like a routine that he came to enjoy. he fell asleep and woke up somewhere where you were dreaming, though some of them made him feel like a pervert. in one of the dreams you were at the beach, breasts out and oblivious. in another you were enjoying a trip to the town, dressed in such a pretty outfit that he was worried someone would try and touch you, though it was a dream. today, however, he may of hit his limit. perhaps you were influenced by an earlier conversation you had with malleus, delighted to stop by diasomnia sometime for tea and an afternoon chat, but it was taking all of his willpower to act normal.
you had never noticed him beforehand, but you must of thought this version of him was a dreamâs. your dreams self eagerly greeted him, your soft and plush breasts pressing against his arm as you hold onto him, telling him your reason of visit. it was a different sensation than the real world, knowing you likely wouldnât remember the dream as he recalls the subtle hints he dropped the first time as you were confused by what he was talking about, as heartslabyul hadnât had an unbirthday in awhile. he knew there would be no consequence, but still felt like he was a terrible person as you dragged him to the common lounge, sitting by his side as his eyes occasionally roamed your body, still cling to him.
he knew you felt safe. he wasnât lecherous or a man of ill-will in the slightest is what you told him when you let out a sigh of relief onceâcomplaining about how some other men donât take a hint. there was nothing more to this, you just felt secure in his presence. thatâs all. thatâs all. thatâs all. he was jealous of those, embarrassingly so, who could be so brazen as to court you, to leer at you openly, when he knew he was a pervert masquerading as normal, a liar. he felt filthy, but he couldnât help the growing bulge in his pants as his fingers twitch, glancing at you.
you noticed his staring, like a hunger brewing. your eyes drifted down as his fingers grab at your arm, breath hitched. he knew at this point he could still turn back, maybe even force himself awake before things went too far and yet his fingers drove into your wrist, tugging you up and carrying you in his arms as he carried you towards the sanctity of his room, knowing that since this is a dream you wouldnât know his roommate and you wouldnât fill in the gaps leaving the both of you alone, the dream versions of the diasomnia students you did know laying flat and unmoving as the dream you forgot about them.
he kept uttering apologies. pleas for forgiveness from you as he opened the door to his room. you had been there once, but some of the details werenât all there. it was good enough, reminding him and grounding him a bit that this was just a dream, and this was not actually happening. you looked so confused as he set you on his bed, legs wrapped around his waist as he rubbed at your knees then upper thighs as he leaned down to press a kiss to your dreaming selfâs lips. he ignored the fact that you werenât a dream npc, you were a dreamer who just conveniently would not remember the aftermath as he pushed further.
you naturally parted your lips, shocked by the suddenly directness of silver, never knowing him to be one so direct or even yearning. his kiss was needy, desperate for more as he kissed deeper. although he wanted to treat you delicately, his instincts were taking control as he briefly pulled away, ingraining the sight of you gasping for air, going back down for another kiss. your fingers lose themselves in his hair, tugging when your lack of oxygen starts to burn your lungs, breathing heavily and letting out a moan as his hands move towards your clothed breasts, peeling off the uniformâs outer layer and groping you through the white shirt. your dream self was already in a daze, and he had just started. he had wanted to, and now he finally got to fondle your chest that he constantly admired from a respectable distance.
they were full, just as big as when he woke up and hit them before. although he was a trained soldier, his hands felt shaky as he undid your buttons, the nerves and self-hatred in the moment getting to him as he buried his face momentarily in your neck, inhaling your scent. this was the closest he believed he could get to you, without ever breaking the current place the two of you were in as he feared that if you saw him as one of those men who were lecherous and only cared about flings, you wouldnât want to be near him.
he was one of those men. he was the filthiestâobsessed with your very being. he needed and wanted to see you laid bare and love what was beneath the clothes as he finished taking it off, struggling with the bra. he knew there were hooks, but he didnât actually know how to remove it, watching the way you cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed, but using the other to make its way to your back and help his fingers tug it off properly. that was enough for silver to actually believe that perhaps, somehow, maybe you did want him as much as he wanted you.
his mouth felt dry as he stared at your exposed chest. Without a bra, they felt even bigger as his calloused fingers rubbed at them. he wasnât sure what he was doing exactly, driven by instinct, by your reactions seemed pleasured. your breasts filled his hands and spilled some, squished together they were large, and he admired that if he pushed them up it partially covered your face when he leaned down a little to take a lick. his eyes remained focused on you the entire time as his lips closed around the nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking.
he started slow, gentle. he hated the thought of your âfirstâ time, even if this were just a dream you and not physical you, being overtly rough. it would be alright. his mouth was warm while your body felt cold, nipples hardened as he swirled his tongue around it, fingers massaging at the excess soft flesh in his hands, making you moan. you were enjoying it, legs tightening around him as his teeth accidentally graze you, making you whimper. he pulls off with a pop, immediately checking in on you. âiâm so sorry..â he whispers.
you reassure him that you were fine, and silverâs cheeks flush a brilliant shade of red before he dips back down on your neglected perky nipple, suckling the other one but being careful to not nip. thereâs more vigor, howeverâturned on by the way sweat trickled down your face and moans getting louder. he wondered whether there could ever come a day he hears them in person, but for now heâs more than happy with just your dream self, admiring and fucking you this way.
he continues for several minutes just sucking, massaging, and kissing your breasts before pulling up. his eyes were glued to the mess he made, hesitating for a split second, pulling you up onto your knees, propping his pillow up under them as he reaches for his zipper. you didnât seem opposed, licking your lips now as you stare at his bulge beneath his briefs, the imprint captivating you. you were nervous at first, but now it seems like you were excited. silver couldnât help but wonder if you maybe felt the same as him, but he knew he was a bigger and nastier pervert than youâd ever be.
after all, here he was taking advantage of you who he swore to protect ever since that fateful day, tugging his cock out. the red tip matched his clouded expression, slick precum pooling from the top. your fingers find their way to his hands, bringing them to your chest and grabbing down hard, moving yourself closer so that his tip pokes at your chest, swallowing it. it glides through, and silverâs face scrunches into a scowl as he tries to control himself. it was too much, you were beautiful. âso pretty, so soft, youâre so beautiful.â silver praises, muttering out how well youâre doing despite his contrasting expression.
âit feels so good, youâre so perfect.â he continues, pushing your breasts tighter together as his slick covered cock fucks itself between them. they were just like he imagined, warm and soft. he yearned for this, for so long and now here he was with you encouraging him to speed up, moving his hands. it comes to a halt as his cock twitches, and you lean down, taking it down your throat and sucking at what you could before his cum shot down your throat. you gracefully pulled off with a pop, swallowing it all as your dreaming self looked up at silver, bringing your face closer. silver leans in with zero hesitation, lips crashing against yoursâ as the taste of his cum is still fresh, but he didnât even care.
instead, he tries to tell you something, but the two of you are pulled away. silver panics, but realizes that you had woken up, as he wakes in his own room, chest heaving and hot as he stares at his ceiling. the memory was still fresh, and he wanted to recall every little detail before he got ready for the day, before he had to see you laterâfeeling like an absolute piece of shit for what he had done. he knew that you wouldnât remember, but that still didnât help the feeling of how much of a terrible man he was.
you, on the otherhand, had woken up and stared at your own ceiling, making sure the coast was clear before moving your hand down to your panties and feeling the pooled slick. âugh, that was so realistic, too..â you groan. you had started to form a minor crush on silver recently, and you were excited to dream of him but you never expected yourself to have such a dirty dream⊠but maybe it was a sign from your subconscious? either way, itâs going be a little awkward talking to him after heâs been nothing but kind and chivalrous to you, all while you were a huge pervert and had a dream of fucking him. you imagine heâd think of you as nothing but a degenerative pervert, if he knew.
