Morality's Break - Rare Ship One-Shots

Somnophillia part 2 (RemyxVirgil smut)

A/N: so sorry for the delay! As compensation, I'll be posting a new book soon (more details later). The writing in this is pretty messy and not very coherent, sorry!

Warning: smut, somnophilia, dubcon, sounding*, swearing

*Sounding is when you insert something (usually a sound, which is a thin rod) into a penis through the urethra, which is where pee comes out. 

IF YOU THINK THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS! I appreciate the support, but please do not hurt yourselves!

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Sleep's POV:

     There was a simple formula for getting companionship for the night, and Sleep was feeling bored and in need of a good fucking. So what did he do? He formed a plan.

     It started with having Remus take over Thomas's dreams for a few nights, causing the host and especially Virgil to wake up, terrified and tired. Virgil would stop Thomas from taking naps throughout the day, causing them both to be sleep deprived. Then he visited Thomas, allowing him to sleep while Virgil spent the night worrying about whether or not Remus would come back. This meant that he could get Virgil tired without causing harm to Thomas or the other sides. Then all he had to do was wait.

     He knew it was manipulative, but it worked, and eventually he found the anxious side outside his door. He was a mess. His hair was sticking up everywhere from rolling over trying to sleep and he had dark bags under his eyes. Sleep was pleasantly surprised to find that Virgil wasn't wearing his usual makeup, meaning that he was free to kiss all over his face without accidentally eating or licking makeup. He huffed and took note that Virgil hadn't kept proper hygiene, his breath smelling sour and his body odor radiating off of him.

     "'Sup, girl?" Sleep said, leaning against the door frame. Virgil glared at him.

     "Really?" He asked. "You know why I'm here," Virgil growled. He was sexy when he was angry. Sleep wanted him to pin him to a wall.

     "Then get in, bitch, we're going napping," Sleep smirked, moving to the side to let Virgil in. Virgil scoffed and rolled his eyes before stepping inside.

     "Whatever," he said. Sleep tutted.

     "Girl, we gotta get you a shower," he scolded, "get over here." He walked over to the bathroom and held the door open. Virgil cringed at the thought of Sleep seeing him naked. "Also, I wanted to try something new. How does s-"

     "Please," Virgil interrupted, "I'd rather not know. I told you before: as long as you don't kill me or leave a mark that I can't easily cover up, I don't care what you do." Sleep sucked on his teeth. He wished Virgil had more self respect than that.

     "Let's go," he said, leading them out of the room and towards the communal shower. Virgil sighed and relented, stripping off his hoodie and shirt, then his skinny jeans and boxers once the other closed the bathroom door. He tried to ignore Sleep's hungry gaze on his body. Sleep snapped out of it and turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. Virgil waited awkwardly, but surprisingly didn't flinch when Sleep placed a gentle hand on his arm. His eyes only widened in slight alarm. The touch was familiar to his body, but completely foreign to his mind.

     Sleep smiled at him, slowly nudging Virgil under the spray of warm water. He deadpanned when Anxiety only stood under the spray, watching him cautiously.

     "Bitch, wash yourself." 

     Anxiety snarled at him in response, but grabbed the soap and began lathering his hair. Sleep reluctantly looked away to give the figment some privacy. He didn't want to miss the way the other looked while running his hands up and down his legs and arms or stretched up to scrub at his head, leaving the long, pale expanse of his body open. Fuck. Sleep was looking again. He couldn't resist. Right now, Virgil was still scrubbing soap into his hair. It was slicked away from his face, which was contorted in frustration.