Sylus can see into your dreams
yes even the 💦 kind.
Warnings/Tropes: NSFW, MDNI. crack smut (kinda?), Somno, Dubcon, Fucking in dreamspace.
You were on your knees, looking up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. Red eyes fully blown out, hair messier than you’d ever seen it, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat. His brows were scrunched together in a fevered, feral expression, lips parted to let out a low, muffled groan. Everything was hazy– too fucking hazy– and it took you a second to realize he was saying something.
Something along the lines of calling you a good girl.
And a good fucking girl you were indeed. Mouth stuffed full of his cock, you were sucking him off like a champ, taking every thick inch he shoved down your throat. You could barely breathe, barely fit all of him, mascara-stained tears streaming down your cheeks while your hand rubbed frantic, desperate circles over your clit. Oh you looked nasty alright.
Sylus fisted a handful of hair at the base of your head and pressed you all the way down his length until you gagged around him. Almost instantly, he filled your mouth up, the salty, warm taste of him overflowing your tongue as you swallowed every drop down your throat.
And then you woke up.
You blinked once. Twice. Chest heaving, you found yourself tangled in your bedsheets, an unmistakable wet patch soaking straight through your underwear. Christ. Some dream that was. It was the first time something like that had happened, and it was everything you were too shy to ever ask from Sylus, who had never gone beyond breathless kisses and innocent cuddles with you.
Obviously, Sylus was walking sex. The fact that he was your boyfriend meant you were constantly riled up, twitchy, and practically leaking just being in the same room as him. His incessant teasing didn't help either. The further your relationship progressed, the harder it became to ignore the growing ache you were beginning to feel. That ache right in your pussy, something only he could truly cure.
But since you were too much of a coward to do anything about it, you were going to have to fix it yourself. Sighing, you sunk back into your mattress, a hand trailing inside your underwear before you could stop it. Biting your lip, your fingers recreated the same circles on your clit you felt not too long ago.
“Fuck... Sy”
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Meanwhile, at his base, Sylus was having a hard time of his own.
His features were flushed and restless in sleep, breathing coming in low, ragged hitches. His hips unconsciously bucked upward, chasing the phantom mouth he was seeing in his mind.
After a beat, his eyes shot open, lips immediately curling up into a smile.
Sylus wasn't unaware of the connection he had with your dreams, knowing it had something to do with your soul-tie. You, being oblivious as ever, never seemed to question his convenient calls or appearances whenever you had a nightmare.
But the reason only he knew, and that was because he could see through most of your dreams, especially the ones you had particularly strong feelings for, the intensity of his visions spiking with your emotions . But this one... this one was the most vivid yet.
In fact, he had the front fucking seat to the show.
Sitting upright on his bed, the sheets falling off his bare torso, he looked down to see a certain problem saying hello. He’s gonna have to take care of that now.
Yet he couldn't help the twinge of amusement settling in his chest. Beneath all that shy, sweet hesitation you carried during the day, his kitten clearly had a filthy little mind.
He wasn't going to let you in on his little window into your head just yet, though. He wanted to have his fun for just a bit longer.
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The following weeks were absolute torment for you.
It was harder to face Sylus than you thought, your mind conjuring up the images of your dream at the most inconvenient times possible. Like that time when he had you curled up in his lap, hand stroking your hair, innocent enough for a normal person.
Yet in your depravity, all you could think about was how those same hands felt tightening their grip in your hair instead, using your mouth to relieve his cock.
Or that time when he called you a good girl for finishing a task you’d been putting off for days. The knowing smile on his face when he did that made your heart leap into your throat, the all-too-familiar feeling of having all your secrets laid bare for him before you learned how to resist his Aether Core.
But you rationalized it, of course. Chalking it up to him being his usual smug self, deliberately pushing your buttons to watch you squirm. And it fucking worked. The dreams became a nightly occurrence, each one bolder, nastier, and more obscene than the last.
And somehow, Sylus kept saying and doing things that felt eerily close to what happened in them, subtle enough to pass for coincidence, but specific enough to make you think he knew more than he let on.
The universe was playing a sick joke on you.
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You were at the Onychinus base for date night, but Sylus was running late. Some dispute with his subordinates had dragged him away, and his last text claimed he wouldn't be back for another hour.
Walking over to the couch to wait for him, you plopped down on your back, stretching your legs over the leather that still smelled faintly of him. A shudder ran down your spine, and that persistent throb returned between your thighs. Letting out a shaky breath, you pulled a throw blanket over yourself, trying to fight it off.
It was ridiculous. You couldn't go a single day without touching yourself; you were acting like a bitch in heat.
You picked up your phone, swiping the lockscreen to reread Sylus’s text over and over again like that would summon him immediately. Holding your flushed bottom lip between your teeth, you could feel your degeneracy catching up to you.
Yup. You were gonna fuck yourself right on his couch.
Your arousal had you more than prepped already, your pussy ruining your fourth pair of underwear today with how much it had dripped. So you wasted no time shoving two fingers inside, rubbing against your wet walls impatiently as your thighs clamped shut around your hand. You tried to imagine his fingers instead of your own– longer, thicker, reaching all the spots you couldn't reach yourself. That was what those hands were made for anyway, a much better use than whatever work Sylus usually occupied them with.
Before you knew it, you were cumming with a stifled cry of his name. Panting, you pulled your sticky fingers out, exhaustion suddenly crashing over you. You realised you still had plenty of time to nap before he got back, and you drifted off almost instantly.
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Sylus was mid-interrogation when it happened.
He stood towering over the trembling man collapsed at his feet, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as the red tendrils of his Evol danced around his knuckles. He raised his hand, about to land another blow, before he felt all the air yanked from his lungs. His Aether eye flared a dangerous, searing crimson.
He lost sight of the dark basement, replaced by an intoxicating sensory overload. The details were blurry around the edges before he realized he was pulled into your dreamspace yet again.
You were both standing at a balcony, him fucking you from behind, your bare tits exposed to the cool night air as your hands scrambled for purchase on the railing. He had his fingers shoved into your mouth to muffle your moans, his hips slamming rhythmically against yours, the nasty feat visible to whoever that wanted to see it.
“Mmmphf Sy–”
He pushed his fingers deeper, clamping your tongue down as he bit the shell of your ear.
“Shh. Dirty fucking girl. You want someone out there to see us like this, don’t you, sweetie?”
Even as he watched it all unfold through his own eyes, his body moved on autopilot, driven to act out the lewd scenario playing out in your mind, feeling the throb of his dick in your tight walls far too realistically for comfort.
Sylus blinked back into reality, head dipping to the side to shake off the lingering effects of the vision, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Shame he didn't get to see it all the way.
Leaving the terrified man spared for another day, Sylus headed straight for his car. He had always prided himself on his patience, but after days of these non-stop visions, he was dangerously close to his limit.
It was the same almost every night, you brazenly fucking him in your sleep, dangling the sweet treat right in front of him before he eventually woke up to his cock twitching and begging for your real pussy instead.
By the time he reached his base and stepped into the living room, he found you passed out on the couch, no doubt still dreaming of impaling yourself on his dick.
Stepping over, he crouched down, watching your chest rise and fall with the occasional hitched breath. Taking your hand in his, he noticed the slick still coating your fingers, and his eyes dilated.
Poor thing, having to take care of herself all alone. He tutted softly. If only you would ask for what you wanted, use him the way you so graciously showed him every night. God, he hoped you’d break soon, or he was going to give in first and have his way with you.
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It all came to a head on a random weekend. It was past midnight, and both of you were dozing off in his bed. Your back was pressed against Sylus’s chest, spooned up with his arm wrapped around your waist. You looked so content, soft snores escaping your lips as you drifted through a restful sleep.
But your mind– ever the gluttonous cock fiend– wouldn’t let either of you rest for long.
Face down, ass up. That was how he had you.
“Just like that, sweetie. Come on, take it all the way in—fuck, there we go.”
Your lips parted with a silent sigh, your thighs squeezing together around his leg. Sylus’s eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, his fingers twitching against your stomach.
“Sy, slow down, too big—”
He slammed harshly all the way into your womb.
His actual hips jerked in response, the hardening length of his cock outlining itself clearly through his sweatpants.
“Ah ah ah, don't run away from me sweety–”
He dragged your hips back to meet his thrust this time.
His grip tightened on your waist, subconsciously tugging your actual body back toward him.
“Fucking gorgeous, so tight. This is my cunt, isn’t it? Mine.”
He held your hips with bruising force, ramming into that delicious spot that had you drooling into the sheets.
Still asleep, Sylus managed to drag you completely flush against him, pinning your ass to his lap. A low groan escaped his chest at the contact as his dick nudged directly against your clothed cunt.
And it must've known it was close to home, 'cause it seemed to throb and twitch more eagerly.
“Shit– keep fucking back on me like that. Use my cock sweetie.”
He slowed down as you rutted back into him, chasing your own high.
And your hips rolled back instinctively, pressing your hole against his tip, seeking out the stretch of him even in your unconscious state.
Sylus was losing his resolve, taking back the reins as he desperately bullied his cock through your walls once more. He wrapped an arm around the back of your neck, using that grip to hold you in place.
And he was getting bolder in reality too, his hand pinning you down on his dick, grinding and dry humping you through your shorts.
“Sy ‘m gonna come, fuck im gonna come please–”
And you came outside of the dream too- Your pussy clamped down hard, soaking through all your layers and pulsing wildly against the thick length shoved flush between your thighs, soaking him too in the process.
Sylus snapped out of the trance with a flinch, his eyes shooting open as a ragged groan spilled from his lips. Were you just… sleep fucking? What a mess, all without so much as undressing each other.
Sylus held onto you tighter– not the sleepy, sluggish movements from earlier, but his full grip coming into effect instead. He dipped his head into the curve of your shoulder.
“Fuck. wake up, please. Please” he huffed, unsure of what he would do to himself if he didn't go balls deep in you right fucking now.
Boom shakalaka bitches
couldnt take myself seriously while writing this so uhhh not sure if yall want a part 2, but lmks :>
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