Rafayel speaks languidly, his speech slightly slurred. He’s on his fourth cocktail, and it’s starting to show in how he moves. He plucks a maraschino cherry from one of his empty glasses on the table and pops it into his mouth without waiting for you or Sylus to respond. He chews it quickly, keeping the stem in between his thumb and index finger. He then swallows, then places the stem onto his tongue with a dramatic flair. You watch silently over the rim of your own cocktail glass, and your eyes momentarily flick over to the other end of the circular couch, glancing at Sylus. He too is watching Rafayel with an aloof curiosity, one hand swirling his small glass of whisky, the other draped over the back of the couch.
Soft, moody jazz plays throughout the bar – combined with the dim lighting and the number of cocktails you’ve knocked back, it makes your body feel light and your eyelids feel heavy. But the way Rafayel contorts his mouth and lips and the glint of concentration in his eyes makes you sit up straighter in your seat. What is he doing? It takes him almost half a minute – he smirks, then opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. On the end of it is the cherry stem, tied into a knot. You whistle, impressed, and slightly turned on.
“Nice trick,” Sylus chuckles, then takes a sip from his glass.
He then places it on the table, and reaches past Rafayel, and over to you. You raise an eyebrow at him as he reaches into the glass you’re holding. It’s almost empty, save maybe for another sip of your drink, and your own maraschino cherry. He winks at you, then uses two fingers to skilfully fish it out of your glass. You allow him to take it, then lean back into the couch, waiting to see what he does with it.
“Let’s try and make it a little more complicated,” Sylus drawls.
He bites the cherry off the stem, then chews it before swallowing slowly. He then does the same as what Rafayel did before – he places the stem onto his tongue, then brings it into his mouth. You aren’t able to anticipate what he does next.
He draws back, then leans towards Rafayel, taking Rafayel’s chin in his hand. Rafayel blinks, a little surprised by Sylus’s sudden touch, but stays where he is. Sylus tilts his head and brings his lips to Rafayel’s, and Rafayel freezes momentarily, before returning the kiss, his eyes closing as he melts into it. You watch as Sylus pries Rafayel’s lips open with his tongue, and you see him pass the cherry stem into Rafayel’s mouth. You lean forward, your own mouth hanging open as you watch them, transfixed. You watch as their tongues writhe against each other, the sound of their lips smacking reaching your ears. Sylus’s eyelids are half-open, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a slight smirk as he plays with Rafayel’s tongue. His hand is still holding Rafayel’s chin, trying to keep his head steady. Rafayel is breathing heavily, battling to keep his eyes open, and concentrate on his objective – to tie the stem with his tongue while Sylus’s one is inside his mouth.
You don’t know how long this goes for – you feel like you can watch them go at it for an eternity. You have to cross your legs tightly, and ignore the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Eventually, Rafayel breaks away, panting, but looking triumphant. He smiles, and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand before sticking his tongue out, revealing another tied cherry stem.
Sylus sits back into his spot with a sigh, looking pleased with himself. He picks up his glass again, then takes another swig of his drink.
“Impressive,” he murmurs. He motions to the other empty glasses on the table, with more cherries in them. “We have a few more cherries to go through. How about we all take turns practicing?”
The storm tore your ship apart. The last thing you remembered was wood splintering, water swallowing you whole, your body clinging to a broken beam as waves battered you into blackness.
When you woke, the world was quieter– muted, echoing. The cave was silent but for the waves, dark water pooling into glass-still lagoons, light bending off the walls. Your lungs still burned from salt, your body trembling on the rock shelf as you blinked awake.
A pair of eyes shimmered in the pool before you, soft and impossible. Rafayel rose slowly from the water, tail coiled beneath the surface, hair clinging in wet ribbons to his pale shoulders. His mouth quirked, gentle, almost sad.
“I can take you to safety,” he said, voice soft as tides. He stayed half-submerged, hands spread in offering, never climbing onto the bank. “If you trust me.”
You opened your lips to answer, but another sound carried into the cavern– a low, smoky drawl that curled around your spine.
“Safety?” The laugh was lazy, dangerous. “You’ll find none of that here.”
Sylus stepped from the shadows of the cavern wall– broad, scales glinting faint bronze in the low light, claws dragging idle sparks from the stone. He leaned on one horned shoulder, firelight smoldering in his eyes.
“Careful, little fishie,” he mocked, flashing teeth at Rafayel. “This cave is my front door.”
The merman’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed low. “She’ll drown under your claws, overgrown lizard.”
“She’ll drown sweeter under my cock,” Sylus shot back, then glanced at you, grin lazy, cruel. “Better she learns the difference now.”
They moved toward you, two tides converging. Rafayel’s fingers brushed your cheek, feather-soft, pulling your face to his. Sylus' palm pressed to your sternum, warm, pinning you against the rock. For a moment you thought they’d tear you apart.
Instead, they began to consume you.
Rafayel’s mouth covered yours, salt-wet and slow. His hand held your jaw steady, guiding you through the kiss like a tide carrying driftwood, his tongue sliding languidly until you moaned into him. The sound drew Sylus in; he bent and seized your breast in his teeth, biting just hard enough to make you gasp against Rafayel’s lips. His hot tongue soothed the ache, then lapped until your nipple peaked.
You didn’t know where to put your hands– Rafayel’s shoulders, slippery and strong, or Sylus' scaled chest, radiating heat. They decided for you. Rafayel pulled your hands into his hair as he kissed you deeper, and that gesture made Sylus shove your thighs wider with one broad, clawed hand.
Their mouths mapped you– Rafayel sliding down to lick at your throat, his tongue tracing the pulse there with slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers racing down your spine, tasting the salt of the sea still clinging to your skin. Sylus took over your other nipple, his lips sealing around it with a fierce pull that made your back arch, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to draw a whimper from you.
As if choreographed, they switched: Rafayel moved to your unoccupied breast, his cool mouth enveloping the nipple Sylus had left throbbing, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, his tongue swirling in lazy circles that built a slow ache. Heat followed lower, Sylus’ breath fanned over your throat before his tongue lapped at the same spot Rafayel had just abandoned, rougher, his teeth nipping lightly to leave faint marks that stung and soothed in equal measure.
They found an predatory rhythm, tugging your body back and forth with their hands and mouths, as though you were a feast to be shared, each one pulling you toward them only to yield momentarily, their grips overlapping on your hips and shoulders to keep you steady yet utterly claimed. Your skin flushed under the alternating sensations– cool and wet from Rafayel, hot and demanding from Sylus– until you were panting, your body a map of their competing touches, every inch sensitized and begging for more.
“She tastes like the sea already,” Rafayel whispered against your skin, tongue tracing your sternum.
Sylus chuckled darkly, teeth scraping your breast. “She’ll taste like fire when I’m done.”
You moaned, head thrown back, as their mouths found you lower– Rafayel burying his tongue in your cunt, slow, deliberate strokes. Sylus kissed and bit the soft inside of your thigh, working upward, making you gasp and buck, Rafayel’s hands splayed over your tummy, keeping you still.
“She’s mine,” Sylus muttered, dragging his tongue along your other thigh, closer and closer.
“Not tonight,” Rafayel countered, lips slick with your arousal. He licked up, slow, then sucked your clit until your vision blurred.
It wasn’t fighting– it was a competition, the kind that turned you into the arena. Every touch, every kiss was deliberate, meant to wring a louder sound, a sweeter surrender, than the other could manage.
Rafayel dragged his tongue up your cunt like he was painting the shape of you into memory, long strokes that made your toes curl. He sucked your clit gently, then harder, until sparks went white behind your eyes.
“Mmph– so good– don’t stop–” you whimpered, hands searching blindly for purchase– scales, slick skin, anything to anchor you. You clutched at his hair, only for Sylus' low growl to vibrate against your chest as his teeth closed on your nipple, just shy of cruel. The shock shot down your spine, straight into Rafayel’s mouth, and you keened into the cave.
Your body moved on its own, hips grinding helplessly against Rafayel’s tongue while your chest pressed up into Sylus' hungry mouth. You were spread wide, owned from both ends, their mouths mapping you with maddening thoroughness.
Then they switched again– Sylus' mouth left your breast slick and throbbing, and he slid down your stomach, biting a trail that made you whimper– sharp nips along your ribs, then lower over your hipbone, each one leaving a faint red bloom that he soothed with a hot swipe of his tongue, the heat contrasting with the cool cave air. Rafayel’s lips moved higher, cool tongue closing around your nipple, sucking with aching slowness, his fingers pinching the other one lightly to mirror the sensation, rolling it between his fingertips until it hardened further.
Sylus' heat reached your cunt, and the difference nearly broke you– fire and fang against the same nerves Rafayel had been worshiping, tongue spearing inside you with relentless force, thrusting deep and curling to hit spots that made your legs tremble uncontrollably.
"So responsive–fuck–" he muffled against your slick skin.
Your thighs shook around Sylus' head, every push of his tongue making your cunt clench around the onslaught. Rafayel bit your nipple just then, not enough to break skin, but enough to make your scream split between pleasure and pain, the dual assaults merging into an overwhelming wave that had you twisting against the rock ground.
You couldn’t hold still. Every nerve felt strung taut, pulled between two hungers that refused to let you settle. When Rafayel licked over your breast, Sylus' tongue curled deep inside you. When Sylus groaned against your cunt, Rafayel’s teeth pinched your nipple harder, like answering.
You gasped, tears streaking your temples, because there was no place to escape it. They wouldn’t let you. Their mouths passed you back and forth like a chalice, drinking you in, competing not by fighting each other, but by ruining you more thoroughly than the other could manage– Rafayel adding a finger to stroke alongside his tongue when Sylus took over your breasts again, Sylus scraping his claws lightly down your sides to heighten the sensation as Rafayel returned to your core. Each switch was seamless yet jarring, their hands guiding your body into position, your limbs limp and pliant under their control.
By the time Sylus growled into your folds, tongue driving deep enough to make you thrash, Rafayel had your nipple caught between his teeth, sucking until it hurt. The sound that tore out of you wasn’t a moan so much as a sob, your body bucking, begging, unraveling– and they both smiled against your skin as if your breaking was the only victory they needed.
And then– cocks. More than cocks. Sylus' pair, ridged and heavy, pressed thick against your thigh, the ridges pulsing faintly with his heartbeat, hot and veined, leaving a trail of precum that smeared sticky and warm against your skin. Rafayel’s, sleek and twin as well, curved and dripping seawater as he slid over your belly, the cool droplets mingling with your sweat, each shaft smooth yet firm, tapering to tips that nudged insistently at your flesh. You whimpered at the sight, overwhelmed, and they both groaned like men starving.
“Which first?” Sylus asked, voice molten.
“Both,” Rafayel whispered, kissing your mouth again, your moan swallowed whole.
They lifted you together– Sylus' grip searing hot at your back, his claws digging just enough to anchor you without breaking skin, Rafayel’s hands cool and insistent at your hips, fingers splaying to hold you steady. Your legs spread wide, dangling uselessly, as they positioned you over them like an offering laid across a pyre and an altar at once, your weight distributed between their unyielding holds.
Sylus' cock pressed blunt and heavy at your syrupy entrance, the ridges along his shaft catching against your folds until you thought you’d split from the friction alone, each bump dragging slowly as he eased in, teasing your entrance with shallow dips before committing. When he breached you, inch by inch, the heat of him was unbearable– thick, dragging, your walls clamping down reflexively even as your body opened to take him, the ridges scraping deliciously against your inner walls with every advance. You screamed, nails clawing at his shoulders, but he only snarled low in his throat and drove deeper, his second cock rubbing against your clit in tandem, adding external friction that made your hips jerk involuntarily.
"Nngh– Sylus– too much–” you gasped, your voice breaking into helpless whimpers.
Before you could catch your breath, Rafayel was behind you, his lips at your ear, voice like silk over steel. “Relax, pretty pet. Let me in. You can take us both.” His cock pressed against the tight ring of your ass, slick and insistent, the curved tip circling your entrance with patient pressure, coating you in his natural lubricant until you glistened. You sobbed from the pressure. It was too much– already stuffed full of Sylus, your body trembling, and now this cool, steady invasion pushing at you until you thought you’d tear apart, the dual sensations of fullness amplifying each other.
“Take it,” Sylus growled in your ear, breath hot. “Take us both. Show him– show the fish how sweet you break.”
Your muscles fought, clenched, but Rafayel didn’t force. He rocked his hips in slow, patient circles, whispering encouragements, one hand stroking over your stomach where Sylus' cock already bulged inside you, pressing down lightly to heighten the internal pressure and make you gasp.
"Fuck– you're so full of cock, cutie. I think you can take more, hmm?" Rafayel hummed into your ear.
Then your body gave. The tight ring yielded, and Rafayel slid in with a slow, obscene stretch that made your eyes roll back, his second cock sliding along the cleft of your ass to add external glide. Every nerve lit up as both cocks filled you, Sylus' ridges grinding against the sleek, slippery drag of Rafayel’s length through the thin walls inside you. Your body clenched involuntarily, and both of them groaned at once– low, primal sounds vibrating through your bones.
You sobbed, overwhelmed, impossibly full, your belly taut and aching with the pressure of them. The stretch bordered on pain, but it melted under the molten pull of pleasure until you couldn’t tell which was which. You felt everything: Sylus' heat, Rafayel’s cool glide, the way their cocks pressed against each other inside you, rubbing, crushing your body between them, their secondary shafts adding layers of friction that teased your clit and the sensitive skin around your ass.
The sensation– heat flooding from beneath, cool insistence stretching you from behind– blurred into something unbearable, your body quivering as it adjusted, the thin barrier between them making every inch of progress feel like it echoed through you.
Pinned between dragon and merman, you had no choice but to be remade.
“Feel her,” Sylus growled, rutting forward.
“She takes us both,” Rafayel breathed, kissing your ear.
They moved in you like a tide and a flame– slow, measured, rocking you forward and back so your body felt each drag, each grind, as though they wanted to etch the memory into your bones. Sylus' cock was thick, kinked heat stroked your walls until they clamped down, every ridge catching and tugging your insides with deliberate friction that built heat in your core. Rafayel’s was slick and unhurried, a steady, fluid glide pressing right against him through the thin barrier, so each thrust forced them to rub against each other inside you, grinding your body into an impossible pressure that made your toes curl and your breath hitch.
You couldn’t breathe for it. The fullness, the stretch, the way your cunt and ass clenched around them both like your body couldn’t decide who to keep– it all bled into dizzying sweetness. They rocked you between them, not pounding but claiming, each stroke calibrated to remind you that you were pinned, stuffed, theirs– Sylus pulling back just as Rafayel pushed in, then alternating, creating a rhythm where you were never empty, always filled to bursting.
Their mouths never stopped. Sylus dragged sharp teeth over your collarbone, then soothed the sting with his hot tongue, leaving trails of saliva that cooled in the air. Rafayel kissed the back of your neck as though he could press reverence into your skin, whispering filth-soft endearments between licks, his lips brushing your earlobe before nipping gently.
They bit and kissed and licked like predators sharing a kill, yet every touch was somehow meant to keep you from breaking apart too soon– Sylus's bites followed by Rafayel's soothing laps, their mouths meeting at your shoulders in overlapping claims.
Their hands mapped you with the same devotion– Sylus' broad, hot palms squeezing your breasts until your nipples peaked, thumbs rolling over them in firm circles that sent jolts straight to your core; Rafayel’s slender, cool fingers tracing over your belly where their cocks pushed from inside, pressing down so you’d feel the obscene bulge of them moving through you, his touch light yet insistent, making the internal sensations sharper.
And the words– they didn’t snarl at each other anymore. They poured them into you, each breathless, desperate whisper a competition of possession.
“Look at her– taking us so sweet.”
“Perfect little body, stretching just for me.”
“No, for me. She’s clenching down on my cock– hear her?”
“She’ll drown on my cocks before she burns for you, wyrm.”
“She already burns for me.”
You whimpered at every claim, your body trembling, pulled tighter between their mouths and their cocks, unable to hold yourself together. The cave echoed with the wet sounds of them sliding inside you, the suck of their kisses against your skin, the broken sobs they pulled from your throat.
Sylus taunted, “Look at her, Rafayel. She burns for me.”
Rafayel answered with a reverent growl, “Let go for us. Come, little one– drown in it. Let us have all of you.”
They rocked you in that languid rhythm– slow, devastating, determined to make you feel everything, their secondary cocks adding relentless external stimulation, Sylus's grinding against your clit with every thrust, Rafayel's sliding along your back to tease the base of your spine.
“Mine.” Sylus' growl seared against your ear, hot breath mixing with the salt-slick air, his teeth grazing your lobe as he thrust deeper, emphasizing the word with a roll of his hips.
“No, mine.” Rafayel’s whisper was a tide under your skin, cool and inexorable, his lips brushing the nape of your neck before he mirrored the motion from behind, pressing in fully.
“She’ll stay.” Sylus thrust up into you hard enough to make the rock scrape your knees, his ridges catching harshly inside you, drawing a sharp cry.
“She’ll drown.” Rafayel pressed deeper at the same time, his cock sliding against Sylus' through the thin, straining wall inside you, the combined force making your body jolt.
“Please– ah– please, I–” The words broke off into a ragged moan. “Fuck–!”
You broke.
The orgasm ripped through you like a riptide– violent, endless.
Your body convulsed, clenching around them both so tightly they groaned in tandem, their voices vibrating through you like twin storms.
The fullness became unbearable. Every nerve went raw as your cunt spasmed around Sylus’s ridges while your ass squeezed down on Rafayel’s slick length, the contractions pulling them deeper without mercy. You felt their cocks grind against each other inside you, rubbing your flesh to the point of collapse, every thrust forcing you open further when you thought there was no space left– secondary shafts pulsing against your outer sensitive spots to stretch the waves even longer.
You sobbed, drool streaking your chin, your thighs quaking against Sylus’s scaled hips.
Your belly ached with how much they filled you, your body strung tight between fire and sea– each stroke another wave breaking you apart, the pleasure crashing over you in relentless surges that left you shuddering.
Both men groaned, low and primal, their bodies tightening around you.
Sylus pressed his mouth to your neck, panting. “Mine– fuck, I can feel you– take it, take it all– ”
Rafayel’s voice was barely more than a sob. “Perfect– gods, perfect, you’re perfect– ”
Sylus came first. Hot. Thick. A flood that pulsed so hard you swore you could feel each spurt splash inside your cunt, coating your walls in sticky waves and seeping around his ridges until you were full to the brim with his scorching seed.
Heat followed across your skin– his second cock grinding against your tummy, throbbing before erupting in filthy bursts. Ropes of hot, creamy cum spattered across your stomach, dripping toward your heaving breasts and pooling in your navel. The ridges of his cock swelled with it, grinding against Rafayel’s shaft through the gummy wall inside you, the added pressure forcing your body into sharper spasms.
The sensation made you wail, the sound dissolving as your orgasm dragged you under yet again, your body milking him desperately, clenching around both invading shafts as if begging for more.
Rafayel’s grip tightened on your hips. “She’s beautiful when she shatters,” he murmured, cool lips skimming your spine.
Rafayel’s release came like a tide overtaking flame. His voice broke against your neck, teeth scraping as he spilled into your ass– cool, slick, endless. The pressure built until your vision went white, his cum gushing in thick, pulsing jets that stretched you and leaked around his girth in obscene dribbles.
Cool streaks followed. His second cock rubbed along your back, then burst, painting your ass and spine in slippery trails that slid down your curves to mingle with sweat, marking you in shimmering lines that made you feel utterly claimed.
The mix of heat and chill sent fresh tremors through you.
You felt everything seeping together– both of them still moving, still pulsing– until you were dripping, leaking down your thighs in a filthy blend of hot and cool, smeared across your swollen cunt and trembling ass, the excess pooling beneath you in a glistening, obscene puddle.
They didn’t stop moving. Even spent, they rocked into you lazily, drawing out the aftershocks, coaxing new spasms from your ruined body– gentle rolls of their hips that stirred their mingled seed inside you, the wet slap echoing softly off the cave walls.
It wasn’t fucking anymore. It was devotion disguised as ruin– two gods pouring themselves into you, refusing to let you fall from the height they’d built.
Their hands soothed your twitching muscles even as they teased out every final quake.
By the time they eased you down onto the stone, you were boneless, glowing, wrecked. Salt, spit, and the mingled essence of dragon and merman slicked your skin; your cunt and ass throbbed, their cum still seeping out with every trembling breath, the cool and hot mixing into a sticky shimmer that coated your thighs and pooled beneath you.
Your breath came in shallow pulls, body trembling beneath their hands. Every exhale broke on a soft sob; your throat worked around words that wouldn’t come. Finally, you managed a hoarse whisper, voice cracked and pleading.
“I can’t– please, no more…”
Sylus’s laughter was rough, almost fond.
“Yes, you can. You were made for it.”
Rafayel kissed your cheek, his tone soothing but still hungry.
“We’re not finished, sweet thing. Not until you beg us to stop.”
You whimpered softly, nodding, giving in.
The last thing you remembered was their mouths at your throat– one hot and biting, Sylus' teeth sinking just enough to mark before his tongue soothed over the sting; the other cool and reverent, Rafayel’s lips tracing the same line in tender contrast.
No longer rivals. No longer even separate. Just a single pulse between sea and flame, marking you together– two gods of greed and beauty, unwilling to let you go.
I had this concept in my drafts for almost a YEAR after having this dream with Rafayel and waited for the brainrot to demand that I write this out. @veebeeboo109's discord is doing bingo again with the Isekai/Reverse Isekai prompt that was just PERFECT for this, so here we are. I'm also expanding it a little to feed the hungry brainrot demons that are demanding food. Time for SMUT!
also obligatory: CROWFISH FOR MY BRAINROT LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOO!!!!!
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. PWNP. Somno. Oral (f & m receiving) PiV, unprotected sex because I need these men R A W. Reverse Isekai but reader is still meant to be MC. ALSO this is a Dom!Rafayel fic because I love when the fish is a lil mean
Every night had been the same since you downloaded this fucking (affectionate) game. After getting ready for bed and slipping between your sheets, you logged in, humming the opening music to yourself, smiling wide as you anticipated which of the love interests waited for you in the Café this time.
Rafayel was there tonight, sleeping with the magazine on his face. You giggled to yourself as you ran through, doing your nightlies. Catching up on event tasks, grinding through the Orbits that you were STILL somehow stuck on, (probably something off with your protocores, if you had to guess. Sigh.) then popping into your home to tend to your flowers.
In your home, Sylus made a beeline for you, welcoming you home. You waited for him, giggling as you imagined a six-foot-two behemoth of a man like Sylus running up to you like a lovesick puppy. You hugged him, because fuck, that was cute of him, then went about tending your flowers. You'd been stuck waiting for that ONE hybridization you need for three days now and you HOPED when you woke up tomorrow, you'd actually get it. You kissed Sylus, then exited your home, entering the Café again where Rafayel stood front-and-center, reminding you that it was time for bed.
You yawned. It was time for bed. You accepted the prompt, smiling as the game took you right into the sleep feature, choosing to sleep with him to track how many hours you managed to get tonight. Plugging in your phone, you couldn't help but blush as Rafayel bid you goodnight. It was silly, maybe, how much it warmed your heart, but it did. Turning off your screen, your eyes fell closed.
You sighed into your pillow, wishing instead you could fall asleep cuddled between the love interests instead. You giggled to yourself as you imagined how long it would take to get to sleep if they were around you right now. The MC of Love and Deepspace was a much stronger woman than you, that's for sure. The men would struggle to keep your feral self off them long enough to sleep.
Your thoughts went more lustful as you fell asleep, giving you endless scenarios and possibilities between you and the men you had a totally healthy obsession for.
From the haze, your dreams solidified, the sensations sharpening against your awareness. The warm comfort of your bed sprawled at your back as long, dexterous fingers slipped around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down off your legs. Those slightly cool hands drifted back up your thighs, spreading them with a steady, yet gentle touch.
Rafayel, you knew. How, you weren't entirely sure. The logic of dreams, you supposed. His hot breath brushed over your core as he settled between your spread thighs, a low moan echoing in the darkened room.
Another hand drifted over your stomach, much hotter, more calloused, thicker fingers. Sylus. His hand pulled your oversized shirt up, slowly exposing more of your skin to the cool room, until you were bare from your breasts downward.
It made sense to your sleepy mind that it conjured these two, you'd last interacted with them both, after all. Surrendering to the dream, you melted into it. What pleasures would they give you this time?
Rafayel ran his tongue up your dripping slit in one long, slow stripe, moaning against you. When you didn't stir, he licked again, with more force, and a low moan fell from your lips. Seemingly unsatisfied, he spread your lower lips apart with his fingers, then took your clit into his mouth and sucked.
"Fuck, Raf!" You moaned, your hand spearing through his silken amethyst hair.
He smiled against your skin and sucked again, harder this time, and your back bowed. The heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue, the softness of his lips against your pussy, and the pressure of his hands on your thighs, it all felt so real. Like he was actually there, between your thighs, tasting you. You clutched him to your core, your eyes too heavy to open.
Sylus' hand cupped your breast, the heat of his skin seeping into yours. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, sending a jolt of sensation through your body. The heat of a warm body at your side hit your awareness, furthering just how real all this felt. You whimpered and reached out with your other hand, clutching Sylus' thick forearm.
Gods, you could tell he was big in the game, and when you dreamed of him in the past he matched up, but this...? He almost burned under your touch, his forearm so much more muscular than you imagined.
"Sylus..."
"That's right, kitten," he purred. "We're here."
Fuck, his voice. The way it rang through your ears did horrific things to your insides, and you clenched around nothing. Pitifully, you bucked your hips into Rafayel's mouth, searching for more. But, he refused you, chuckling as he pulled away.
"What is it, cutie? Do you need something?" Rafayel asked.
The tease in his voice did you in, and you opened your heavy eyelids, ready to give that bratty fucking fish a peice of your mind and to put him in his place -- both of them, actually, this was your dream, -- when your eyes actually opened.
Pale blue early morning sunlight stretched in through your curtains and lay across your rumpled bedsheets. Your phone was plugged in on your nightstand. Your shirt had fallen back down to your waist as you sat up, but your pussy was bare and glistening. A massive, warm body lay beside you, the heat coming off him impossible to ignore. Two hands still gripped your thighs, but you didn't dare look at either just yet.
Your heart slammed a loud, erratic beat in your chest. You had to still be dreaming. There was no way Rafayel and Sylus were actually in your bed, actually here, that made no sense. They were fictional men. You'd reached a new level of delusional, even for you. You pinched yourself, hard, and pain bloomed on your arm.
You were awake.
And two men were in your bed.
You lifted your gaze to the man between your thighs.
Oh. Fuck.
You screamed. Part terror, part excitement, part confusion. You barely got a full one out before Sylus' massive hand covered your mouth and he pulled you against his enormous, warm body.
"Quiet, sweetie. We can't have you waking up the neighbors."
You froze, the scream dying in your throat. Your heart raced against your ribs so hard you trembled, but you knew these men -- er -- characters? -- and they would never hurt their MC. Given the nicknames they'd given you -- they must have believed that you were her and you were safe. Probably.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded against Sylus' hand and he slowly released you. You pulled away and sat up, needing the space to think and gather what the actual fuck just happened.
You pulled your shirt over your knees as you curled up in bed, taking a look at the still-smirking Rafayel, who looked at you in your sleep-mused state as if he were taking in a gorgeous vista. Adoration and wonder covered his features, like he was the one who couldn't believe that YOU were real.
In the game, Rafayel was a beautiful man. So handsome it sorta pissed you off because how the fuck did he look THAT good? But, in reality?
In reality, the only way to describe him was Divine. The cut of his jaw, his nose, the way his lips curved in the soft smile, and those eyes. In game, they were beautiful, but in the dim light of your bedroom they shifted with every tilt of his head, sometimes going more rose-toned, others more sapphire. His amethyst hair, slightly mused from your fingers was so fluffy your fingers burned to sink back into it.
His body was another sight to behold. You didn't exactly realize how large he was confined to your phone screen, but sitting at the edge of your bed, shirtless, you fucking noticed. Every line of his body seemed almost carved from marble, and you wondered what sounds he'd make for you while you licked down them.
Snap out of it! You scolded yourself, but it didn't exactly work. His mouth was just on your pussy, and it ached for him to finish what he'd started.
You turned your attention to Sylus and immediately recognized your mistake. Where Rafayel was Divine, Sylus was the definition of Devilishly Handsome. He lay across your bed as if he owned it, also shirtless, resting with his head propped up on his hand. Those red eyes captured your focus, and you couldn't look away from just how red they were. Those pure crimson eyes watched you with interest as you took him in.
Much like Rafayel, in the game, he was hot, but in person? It was evil how good he looked. His nose was one you always argued was perfect for riding -- and yeah, it was. His lips curled like he knew exactly what you were thinking, and your cheeks heated. Did their powers translate to the real world? You hoped not, otherwise, this would be a problem.
Your attention shifted to Sylus' body, and yeah. Massive was an understatement. Your dreams had never done either of these men justice before, and if they had? You would have been far sadder when you woke up.
Finally, you cleared your throat and sat up a bit straighter. "Hi Rafayel, Hi Sylus."
"Hiya cutie," Rafayel chuckled.
"Good morning, kitten," Sylus said.
"Not that I'm not thrilled, because believe me, I am but what ---?" You didn't even know how to phrase the question you wanted to ask.
"Does it really matter?" Rafayel asked as he leaned forward, those sapphire-rose eyes capturing yours as he enclosed in on your space, looming over you. "We're finally here, isn't that what counts?"
Heat surged through your body and your thighs spread to welcome him. Suddenly dizzy with need, your hands splayed over his chest and you dragged your fingertips down, dancing over his waist. You closed your eyes to cling to the last shred of logic at the back of your mind, but then he kissed you, and you were done for.
Logic? Who the fuck cared. Reasons? Didn't matter. One of your fictional crushes was on top of you, kissing you, grinding his body against yours, while the other pressed kisses along your shoulder, then your neck, before his hand tucked behind your head and brought your lips to his.
Fuck it. Answers could wait until later. Right now, you had some dreams that needed to come true. You kissed Sylus back, moaning into his mouth and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He tasted like wine and pomegranates, somehow exactly what you expected and yet also beyond what you imagined. You always said when talking about the game to your friends that Sylus kissed like he was starving, and fuck, he really did.
Logic tried to pop back up again: talented people of all sorts worked together to make these men exist in a game. This could not be your real life. You had morning breath! Yet, as if he sensed your attempt at ruining the moment, Sylus deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a way that had you melting against the mattress.
Rafayel hummed, a pleased sound as he trailed kisses down your neck. He lifted your sleep shirt up, and Sylus parted from your lips only long enough to remove the garment from you. Sylus returned to your mouth with a low, hungry growl, and Rafayel worked his kisses down your chest. Skilled, dangerous hands explored your body as he slowly inched down.
His hot mouth wrapped around your nipple, his deft fingers pinching the other in a way even the most sinful fics you read hadn't properly described. The move was so much like him: somehow soft and sharp all at once. Punishment and worship.
He left your nipples, working his way further down your body. Your mind tried protesting yet again. Your body could not compare to a fictional woman's, and though you knew they loved her--er--you? -- enough where it didn't matter, insecurity was a bitch, especially when both of them looked like that.
Yet, Sylus didn't give your thoughts much room to take hold. A low growl against your mouth as his massive, rough hands replaced Rafayel's on your chest, and your mind emptied once again, entirely surrendered to the pleasure. He gave you no choice but to let go, the way he consumed you. Like he could swallow your soul this way, and fuck, as long as he kneaded your breasts like that, you'd give it to him. Happily. You'd give him anything.
A loud, breathless cry left you when Rafayel's tongue lapped through your soaked slit again. Settled back between your spread thighs, that first lick was your only warning. The whimper from between your thighs had them spreading wider to accommodate his shoulders, and his hands landed on your thighs, holding you in place as he dove into your pussy and ate.
You knew the fish was an eater, and you knew he'd be skilled, but fuck, the way he curled his tongue was not natural. Your hand slipped into his hair, clutching him to your pelvis as you broke away from Sylus' lips to catch your breath.
"Fuck, Raf..." you gasped, lost in the haze of pleasure.
Sylus pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his rich chuckle echoing right in your ear. "Does he feel good, sweetie?"
You had never been this wet in your entire fucking life as you helplessly nodded. "Yes, so good, Sy..."
Sylus hummed, a low, pleased rumble and he nipped the sensitive skin of your shoulder, your neck, and your chest. Your other hand went into his silver hair, and you couldn't stop the sounds that flowed endlessly out of you. Between both of their mouths on you, you, you vibrated with pent-up energy, so slick with need you worried you might drown Rafayel between your thighs. He'd like that, at least.
As if in agreement, Rafayel moaned, lapping up the mess between your thighs with endless hunger. His tongue swiped up, hitting your clit and curling there as his fingers sank inside you. You arched, a knot of pleasure coiling tight in your lower stomach, but his free hand pulled you back down, not letting you escape him. He sucked on your clit, pulling you into his hungry mouth as he curled those long, talented fingers, hitting every spot you needed him, and beyond.
Every stroke of his fingers pulled another melodious cry out of you, ringing through your bedroom. Sylus' mouth moved to your nipples, lavishing his tongue over each of them before taking each breast into his mouth and biting. Hard. Purple bruises bloomed across your skin with each sharp nip of his teeth.
"I need to taste her," Sylus moaned. "My turn."
Rafayel's eyes shifted to a brighter blue and he sucked hard on your clit, curling his fingers in deep enough that you screamed. The silent no hung in the air between them, and Sylus growled, low and menacing before returning to your breasts.
Your hazy vision focused as the pleasure built, and you looked down your body in time to see both sets of eyes looking up at you. Deep, crimson pools that burned with desire, and endless sapphire-rose ones that promised to drown you entirely.
Holding back was hopeless.
You came with a loud scream of Rafayel's name, your entire body shaking as the pleasure jolted through you. Your ears rang, everything going taut, then relaxing as you fell apart under the attention of your fictional men made somehow real.
You slumped back against the mattress, boneless and shaking, bursts of light dancing across your vision. Rafayel hummed, a content sound as he pressed a kiss against your inner thigh.
Sylus groaned above you as if in pain. "You're being cruel."
"Me? Cruel?" Rafayel laughed, eyes glimmering as he tilted his head. "That's funny coming from you."
"Move before I throw you out of the way."
"That's not very nice, especially when we're in cutie's bed."
Sylus turned to face you, the frustration in his gaze softening before he shifted his focus back to Rafayel. If you had the strength to move, much less speak, you'd tell them not to fight, but, if you were honest with yourself?
It was kinda hot to watch Sylus struggle.
"There's an easy way to get what you want," Rafayel said. He stroked his fingers inside you twice, then pulled them out, bringing them to his lips.
"Don't," Sylus warned as he watched the other man's fingers.
Rafayel smiled as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off them. Once clean, he pulled away with a pop and a soft hum. "I'm just saying, there's only one way to get what you're after as long as I'm here."
Rafayel punctuated his point by putting his fingers back inside you, and you moaned, arching upwards, clutching onto him, Sylus, the sheets, anything you could grasp, your body already sensitive and tingling.
"Are you going to sit over there and watch me pleasure her all night, or are you going to be a good little fiend and swallow your pride?"
"You know nothing about me is little," Sylus huffed.
Rafayel rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to you. "There's the answer, then. Look's like I get to see how many times I can make you come for me, cutie. Try not to pass out, yeah?"
The world spun around you. How the fuck was this actually happening to you right now? You nodded --because in what world would you not agree to that? -- and lay back, closing your eyes as you settled against the mattress.
"Please," Sylus whispered, the sound low, wrecked.
Rafayel slipped a third finger inside you.
"Raf-ay-el!" you moaned, your breath catching on every syllable of his name, your oversensitive body pulsing with the headiness of the moment.
"Relax," he said. "You can do it, cutie. Open up for me."
"Please, Rafayel," Sylus said.
Rafayel curled his fingers and applied pressure in just the right spot, and you made a loud, keening noise, wetness seeping out of you as you writhed. "What was that, Sylus? I couldn't hear you over her moans."
Your eyes blinked open, vision blurry but you locked in on Sylus pained expression. The furrow in his brow, the way his nostrils flared as he took in your scent, how every muscle coiled with tension. His jaw ticked, but he straightened and met Rafayel's stare.
"Please, Rafayel. I would like my turn with her, as we agreed."
Rafayel gave a dazzling smile that sent your heart into flips. "There. Was it really that hard to remember your manners?"
Sylus' eyes narrowed as if he wished to kill the other man, but Rafayel jus smiled as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you. You shuddered, whimpering at the loss. Rafayel slipped from your bed as Sylus took his place.
Looming above you, Sylus' shadow consumed your entire body as he took you in. Bare, spread open, and soaking wet, you couldn't hide from him. He held your legs as wide as he could as he slowly sank down to his stomach, coming face-to-face with your soaking pussy. Red eyes met yours as he settled in between your thighs, and he lapped at your pussy once. A low, deep groan filled the room, his eyelashes fluttering, and then he dove in deeper, eating you out with ravenous hunger.
Your back bowed off the mattress, your hands sinking into Sylus' hair. Every fiber of your body hummed with overstimulation, but he didn't care, too lost in you to give you a break or lessen his fervent attack on your pussy. You clutched him close, your legs locking behind his head to keep him in place as you ground up into his face.
"Sylus!"
Rafayel appeared back in your line of sight, entirely bare, his long, pretty cock curving toward his stomach. You dreamed of his cock a lot -- far more than maybe you wanted to admit to yourself -- and this? this was everything you hoped for. Long, perfectly thick, and just as beautiful as the rest of him, your mouth watered from the sight alone. Still-damp fingers curled around his shaft as he stroked himself, watching you writhe under Sylus' attention.
Sylus devoured your pussy like your juices fed him, like he needed your come to breathe, and all you could do was clutch him close. Every pull of his lips that latched around your clit and press of his thick fingers inside you pushed you closer and closer to the ever-closer peak. You rocked your hips up into his face, and he growled, the noise vibrating against your skin.
Rafayel held Sylus' head down, keeping him in place while he stroked himself with his other hand. "Listen to our Princess, Sylus. She's so close. Make her come."
Sylus moaned into your pussy, eating you with renewed need as Rafayel held him in place. The sensations boiled over, too much yet somehow not quite enough and you came with a loud, echoing scream of Sylus' name as you gushed around his fingers.
Rafayel pulled Sylus away from your cunt by his hair, and brought the other man to his lips in a searing kiss.
That's not canon, you thought with a dazed giggle. But it is very hot.
The men pulled away from one another and turned to you, both grinning at the look on your face. Fuck, you were in some deep trouble with these two, but you didn't want it any other way.
Sylus undid his pants, pushing the dark material down his thick thighs, revealing his cock. Thicker than your fist and so long you questioned if such a thing could fit inside you at all, and your stomach flipped.
"Fuck her 'till she's full of your come, Sylus." Rafayel gripped Sylus' cock, stroking it twice and guiding him to your entrance. "Turn her into a beautiful mess for me, and maybe I'll let you clean up when we're all done."
"What about you?" You asked, your brows furrowing. Surprise anal only lived in fiction and dreams, and with the sizes of their cocks, taking them both in your pussy would take weeks, if not months, of practice. Was the inpatient fish going to really just...wait his turn?
He smiled, cupping your face in his hand as his thumb pulled on your lower lip. "Don't worry about me, cutie. I'm right where I want to be."
Dazed by the siren looming above you, you didn't notice Sylus move until the fat head of his cock sank inside you. Wide, hot, and so thick it burned, you moaned into Rafayel's hand, whimpering against his skin.
"Oh, fuck!"
"He's barely in you, cutie. Is that really all you can take?" Rafayel tutted. "Come on. Open up, pretty girl. You can do it for us, can't you?"
You whimpered, nodding, then forced yourself to breathe. In. Out. Your insides slowly gave way for Sylus, who moaned above you, slowly sinking in deeper. Sylus clutched your thighs, keeping you spread open and pinned in place for him as he fed you his cock inch by inch.
Rafayel slipped his free hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit in smooth circles with just the right amount of pressure to make you twitch and clench around Sylus.
"You feel so good, kitten," Sylus praised. "Keep breathing, you almost have it all."
You whined, gnawing on your lower lip as you tried to focus on your breathing, but both of them made that difficult. Every deep thrust Sylus gave you, and every circle of Rafayel's fingers left you wheezing. Being the recipient of the attention of both of them had every ounce of your skin buzzing and tingling, and they'd barely gotten started.
Sylus sank all the way inside you, his hips meeting yours. The tip of his enormous cock bottomed out inside you, and your body bowed, every muscle going tight as Rafayel's fingers added more pressure. You came with a loud moan, gushing all over Sylus' cock.
A string of curses fell from your lips, jumbled with their names, more a babble than anything else. The pleasure fried your brain, and there was nothing left for you to do other than feel every deep, slow thrust of Sylus' hips as your walls pulsed around him.
Rafayel pushed his cock toward your mouth. "Open up, cutie. It's not fair if only one of us gets to be inside you."
You moaned, welcoming Rafayel's cock between your lips, and stroking what you couldn't fit. He kneeled on the bed, giving you better access as you lavished him with your tongue, before slowly working him in deeper. One hand held your hair, the other continued rubbing circles over your clit, and his pretty moans joined yours as you took more of him into your mouth.
With both your mouth and pussy full of once-fictional cock, you had no room to doubt, question, or worry. You lost yourself in the sensations your lovers gave you. Moans fell out of you every time Sylus bottomed out, and you gagged with each thrust of Rafayel's hips, the head of his cock pressing at your throat, but not quite going in.
"Look at how well she takes us," Rafayel cooed. "She's so cute when she's stuffed full of cock."
"Beautiful," Sylus agreed. Another firm roll of his hips had his cock hit that spot in your depths that made you arch and groan, your body shuddering. "Such a good girl for us."
Rafayel thrust into your mouth, making you gag as the head of his cock slipped into your throat. He moaned, his head falling back, and he looked down at you, his eyes a bright, vivid, blue. "That's it, cutie. Just like that."
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you breathed in through your nose, letting him sink deeper, gagging as your throat adjusted until Rafayel was all the way down your throat. Drool dripped down your chin, but all you cared about was how full of your lovers you were, how good they both felt, and the immense pleasure vibrating in your blood.
Sylus thrust in as Rafayel pulled out, each one fucking into you so you always had one hole entirely filled while the other clung to the receding cock. Slick noises, moans, and low growls filled the humid air of your bedroom, and your head spun, dizzy with pleasure.
Sylus' pace grew faster, less controlled. His grip on your thighs tightened, clenching hard enough to bruise, the deep burn of his touch sending you further into bliss. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs, his cock hitting so deep you swore he somehow hit your chest. Or maybe that was Rafayel, fucking your throat in smooth, fluid rolls of his hips.
"Look at me, cutie. I wanna see when you come for us," Rafayel commanded.
Helpless to deny him, you opened your eyes and met his vivid gaze. He cursed, thrusting his cock all the way into your throat and held you there.
You came hard, your cry muffled around Rafayel's cock. Sylus' hips stuttered a moment later, his low growl filling the room as he pumped you full of his come. Burning hot, it heated your insides, further extending your own release. Rafayel thrust twice more, melodic moans falling from his pretty lips as he came down your throat. You hungrily swallowed every drop he fed you, savoring the chance.
Rafayel slowly slipped his cock from your mouth, then settled in the open space beside you on the bed. He pressed a kiss to your temple. "You did such a good job, cutie."
"Such a good girl," Sylus agreed, his voice rough. He hissed as he slowly pulled himself out of your abused hole, and a river of come followed him. Fuck, would washing these sheets be enough?
Sylus lifted you into his arms, then flipped over, laying flat against the bed with you on top of him. You fit perfectly in his arms, and you sighed as you slumped against his chest, well-pleasured and content.
Rafayel snuggled in closer, wrapping an arm around you and running his hand down your back in soft, gentle motions. You had so many questions, but you couldn't deny how wonderful this was, how even the after sex cuddles were better than what you dreamed of.
The door to your bedroom burst open, and you shot up, quickly trying to cover yourself, but when you saw the faces in the doorway, you got lightheaded.
Xavier. Zayne. Caleb. Valko.
All six of your fictional men were in your house, in your bedroom.
Valko smiled, those yellow eyes bright even in the dim room, little fangs sticking out as his actual fucking tail wagged behind him.
Oh fuck.
A/N:
The end is how I'm manifesting getting my fucking dog back, okay?
ANYWAY I hope you enjoyed this fun little one shot!!!! I might continue this, eventually. Once I finish my other fic series I'm working on. I have soooooooooooooo many brainworms 🤭🤭🤭🤭
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GLORYHOLE. strwbrrtmoonwrites.
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yeah, that stranger from the gloryhole booth? turns out he's got military pull and a possessive streak a mile wide. yes, he'll shut down your whole world to claim you. no, escape isn't on the menu once his obsession kicks in.
DON’T WAKE UP. chaacoonnee.
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you start leaving your door unlocked at night, so caleb comes in to check on you. when he promises to keep you safe, he didn't mean from himself.
SOULMATE HOLEMATE. cherryscript.
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you ordered a custom dildo that perfectly matches your big-brother-figure caleb’s dick. caleb ordered a pocket pussy that perfectly matches your's. neither of you knows the toys are synced to the real thing. now every time one of you fucks your toy, the other feels it—like ghost sex on steroids. you’ve both spent months thinking you’re being haunted by the supernatural while secretly fucking each other senseless through the wall. the feedback loop goes haywire. no one is surviving this vacation with their sanity intact.
★ GG DON’T CLIP. strwbrrymoonwrites.
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in the glow of his gaming setup, a simple tease during his stream becomes the spark that turns one ordinary night into the beginning of something neither of you can stop craving.
THINKIN ABOUT. calebslittlesecret.
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tara convinces you to download a safety app that'll help you discover hidden cameras. what's the worst that could happen?
SEVERING FATE. asiatic-apple.
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fate is beautiful. connections and relationships are woven throughout the universe in the form of deep red threads. some are thick cords, strengthened by a bond that's been realized early on in life. others are thin, fraying, and tangled when someone touches a body they aren't meant to be with but want anyway. caleb has always believed that connections aren’t random. threads of fate exist for a reason, and people cross paths because they’re meant to. so when you walk into his life, it feels inevitable. there's only one problem: you aren't his soulmate. he'll just have to correct fate himself.
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ X ‧ ⋆☀︎.
★ SHEEP’S CLOTHING. mintcaleb.
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you really want to fuck the virgin cashier at the local convenience store.
★ SHY GIRL. medicli.
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xavier likes that his shy girl is quiet in bed.
SPECIAL TRAINING. veebeeboo109.
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you and xavier attend a hunger expo and work on some 'special training'. (poly!LADS mentioned but not the focus)
𖤓 ｡𖦹° MULTI/POLY ‧ ⋆☀︎.
FLASHING. tbaluver.
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flashing the LADS men during an argument. (separate)
COMFORTING. kirbmey.
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couple, reader & sylus both want rafayel. reader x poly!crowfish.
BEST DREAMS. poisonf0rest.
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reader wakes up from a nightmare so rafayel comforts her while xavier sleeps next to them in bed. poly!starfish x reader.
SWEET DREAMS. sinstae.
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sylus and reader have a good time while zayne watches after a hard and long day. poly!snowcrow x reader.
★ FLAMES & SHADOWS. poisonf0rest.
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rafayel helps smuggle reader into the N109 zone not knowing it would lead you into sylus’ arms. while she is passed out, they both discover she has a past life with the both of them. poly!snowcrow x reader.
COOKOUT. chibichibi-mia.
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when the lads boys get invited to the cookout. (separate)
BITING. oncasette.
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how the lads men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love. (separate)
RAMBLINGS. alynnia.
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long drabble of HCs for poly!crowfish x MC, but mainly CF.
SAY MY NAME. dadddybangtan.
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xavier overhears reader & sylus together and wants to join in on the fun. starcrow x reader.
FRAT LADS. onacasette.
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★ WHY CHOOSE. cinnamorollcrybaby.
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poly!LADS x reader/MC series.
★ WELCOME HOME. lovegasmic.
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caleb is back in you life and he and zayne are back to fighting over you. poly!snowapple x reader.
ZAYNE TEACHING. deepspacenova.
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now that caleb is back and you & zayne are together, he has to learn from zayne all the things you like. poly!snowapple x reader.
PUSH AND PULL. eyrichandesu.
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applecrow x reader. threesome with meanie!caleb and softie!sylus.
TREATMENT. cinnamorollcrybaby.
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snowapple x reader. your protocore syndrome is acting up so your childhood best friends take care of you.
★ NO TOUCHING. mintcaleb.
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applecrow x reader. you and caleb are known as the it couple of the sex club you’re working at, and one day a beautiful stranger with rubies for eyes approaches you with an unusual request.
★ SLEEPOVER. 3ardnpc.
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starapple x reader. when caleb has to move in with you for a week, a jealous xavier is eager to drive him out by fucking you loud enough for him to hear.
NO ESCAPING. dollyswishingwell.
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you didn’t escape your yandere!fav (separate)
OVERSTIMULATION. nanamisgirly.
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being overstimulated by your fav. (separate)
★ CLEANING UP. veebeeboo109.
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poly!lads x reader. the big house with many boyfriends and the boyfriends are also boyfriends with each other. and you can't help by feel like you've met them all before. multi chapter!
★ ANYTHING. dollgxtz.
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JUNO. alyakhq.
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applecrow x reader. you’re being punished by your lovers in an eiffel tower.
★ IN HEAT. spacekittiesmeow.
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separate! you lied about being a beta, you’re actually an omega… and you’re in heat RIGHT NOW!
CAN’T BE TAMED. medicli.
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separate! the LADS men as brat tamers.
POLY!LADS SMAU. scarahsaysdropdead.
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ALPHA EQUATION. iraot.
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the three of you have been best friends, but tensions have risen and relationships will be changed forever when caleb and zayne accidentally sent you into an early heat.
BULLIES. sylxst.
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bully!sylus and bully!caleb make you squirt during a lecture.
HOW TO (1). calebsfavoriteusedthong.
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HOW TO (2). calebsfavoriteusedthong.
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nerd!zayne teaching the guys how to make you squirt. part two to the last one.
i have such a crowfish fantasy and i genuinely believe rafayel would be insatiable and running mc ragged to the point sylus has to come in and ruin raf until he’s sobbing just to give mc a break from relentless fuckings cause Who could say no to rafayel
THAT SHOULD BE MEEEEEEEEE
But someway, somehow, Rafayel is still giving MC head in the process. That man cannot fathom leaving her out even as she’s sobbing from overstimulation. Just think about Rafayel getting pounded by Sylus while he’s sobbing and slobbering all over MC’s poor sensitive cunt.
CW: No MC pronouns used, Gender Neutral genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Established CrowFish, Dragon Tail Sex, DP One Hole, Dragon Hybrid! Sylus, Lemurian God Rafayel, Pirate Captain Reader
Events: BBPT (Bring Back the Porn on Dreamwidth) and Straptember
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: You are a pirate captain and stumble upon two of your newest crew members on your bed.
“Would you like to try as well, Captain?” Sylus drawled as you entered your cabin, frozen on the spot as you watched his cock plunging in and out of Rafayel who was face down on your sheets, gripping them and whining as the ship rocked back and forth.
You had been tasked by your ruler to hunt down rogue Wanderers on the deep sea and sabotage any enemy vessels or steal their relics if need be and you had thought of no one better to join you than some of your closest friends and the two rogue Wanderers you had grown fond of aboard your ship The Unicorn. Rafayel had been trailing your ship for weeks underwater, a giant shadowy figure in the depths that had your entire crew nervous and prepared to attack. You nearly had, until he had emerged as a strange half human, half fish in a whirlpool and warned you and the crew of three enemy ships approaching before taking them down. He had injured himself in the process and you had taken him aboard when a dragon had landed on the bow of your ship, growling in warning about his mate. Sylus, as you learned his name was, had also been trailing your ship from above for whatever reason you had yet to learn, and had ingratiated himself as your relic keeper and appraiser on the ship while Rafayel painted your adventures. Caleb, your first mate and navigator, often found in the crow’s nest had fought against having them onboard while Zayne, the ship medic, did not seem to care. You had caught Xavier, who defected from the royal army to join you, and handled the ship’s weapons and cargo, trying to throw them both overboard several times.
But here you were, Captain of The Unicorn, with the Legendary Wanderers known as the Terrors of the Skies and Seas fornicating in your bed.
“This explains the storm. Any reason you two are in my quarters when I have given you your own and turned a blind eye to the treasures you have been hiding away in your little nest in there?” You drawled, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow as Sylus didn’t even have the decency to stop pounding into Rafayel who was whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes and a flushed face.
“Because I thought that you might like to punish him as well. Our little fish had swam off on his own and has become… rather ill.” Sylus said, his wings flaring out as his draconic tail swished under the black toga he wore in his more humanoid form, a gladiator’s golden pauldron on his left shoulder.
You rushed over in alarm, pushing back Rafayel’s long, sweaty tresses back as shimmering blue scales appeared on his cheeks. No member of your crew would suffer.
“I am alright, just… hot…” Rafayel mumbled with embarrassment, cheeks red as he turned slightly from you and let out a cry.
“Yes, tell our dear Captain how you foolishly coated yourself into aphrodisiac anemones to lure them to our bed but could not stand it and begged me to fill you.” Sylus said as heat grew in your abdomen.
“You two are mates, why would you want me in your bed? Out of obligation? To repay me? I don’t want that.” You spat, even if it hurt to deny the strange connection you felt with them.
“Perhaps you are our mate as well… have you not wondered why we followed you for so long? We were waiting for the right time, but someone was impatient. Yes, Darling, hold on.” Sylus grunted, pulling Rafayel up by his arms with one hand to deepen his thrusts and stroke Rafayel’s long slender cock that had a strange light blue hue at the leaking tapered tip. You found that you could not avert your eyes nor could you find words.
As Rafayel came, thunder cracked and his cries echoed with a haunting tune in your cabin. Sylus did not slow his thrusts and you watched as Rafayel’s cock twitched and hardened once more.
“Well, must I ask you again? Would you like to try? We found quite the fun looking toy in your chest, isn’t that right?” Sylus crooned, biting Rafayel’s neck as he nodded and you felt yourself throbbing.
You knew what they had found. You had won it in a card game at one of the secret pirate taverns you frequented, The Nest.
You pressed your lips together, biting them. This would be crossing a line. You couldn’t exactly abandon these two powerful Wanderers the next time you went ashore. There would be no coming back from this, but you were a Captain for a reason.
“Are you both sure?” You asked hesitantly and Rafayel panted and whined.
“Yes, please. Want you. Have for a long time after I was chained. Need you both.” Rafayel sobbed and you sucked in a shaky breath as you saw his toned stomach bulge from the force of Sylus’ thrusts.
“Oh, yes, Dear Captain. Now come here and let me taste you.” Sylus said, tail curling around you and bringing you to him as he kissed you. You moaned as his tail slid between your legs slithered against your core, each ridge sending a shock of pleasure through you. You pulled back and gave him a warning look as the curled barb threatened to hook into your coat and shred it to pieces. You had worked hard for it and it was your favorite.
Rafayel gave a desperate whine as you stepped back to avoid Sylus’ tail and you bent down to kiss softly, before disrobing, shivering under the heated, hungry gazes of both. You swayed over to your chest, naked as the ship rocked amongst the waves and pulled out what they had discovered. A golden phallus was nestled against buttery leather straps that would sit over your hips, another strap running under you and buckling in the back.
“Allow me.” Sylus said, suddenly appearing next to you in a swirl of red mist as Rafayel trembled on the bed.
Sylus took the device, helping you into it as he nipped and sucked at your inner thighs, before buckling it around you. He swiped two fingers under the strap that ran between your legs, rubbing the throbbing wetness there and teasing you as you moaned before withdrawing them and licking his fingers.
Rafayel keened, watching the two of you as he stroked his cock frantically and shoved two of his own fingers in his hole.
“So needy. One might not be enough.” Sylus said with a dark laugh as he guided you to the bed, tail snatching the vial of oil you kept in your bedside drawer on the way. He dripped the oil on the golden cock and rubbed it down as you watched, feeling yourself clench and throb.
Rafayel moaned as Sylus guided the cock into Rafayel’s slick hole and you let out a moan of your own as you watched the cock slowly disappear into Rafayel.
“Will you make him feel good? Yes, no, maybe so? This is supposed to be a punishment after all.” Sylus whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as he gripped your hips pulling them back and then thrusting them forward, causing you and Rafayel to cry out.
You whimpered as his tail slipped against you again, the hard ridges rolling against your core as you bucked into Rafayel who dragged you into a desperate kiss. Rafayel’s cock was trapped between you as you fell on him, thrusting deeper into him to hear more of his melodic moans, wanting to make him feel better.
Your hips stuttered as Sylus trailed hot kisses down your spine until his hot breath was at your dripping center. Two fingers plunged into you as he lapped at you while you ground into Rafayel, helpless to do anything else. Rafayel shook and sobbed as you wrapped a hand around his cock, rocking back and forth against Sylus’s face and into Rafayel’s greedy hole. He arched his back and came, his eyes a swirl of desperate colors as your thighs trembled and you shook, clenching on Sylus’ tongue. Sylus gave a pleased purr before retreating, pushing your hips forward once more.
“Stay. Our brave Captain can help me give him one more orgasm, can’t you?” Sylus murmured, kissing you as you nodded before he leaned down to kiss Rafayel, settling under him. Rafayel writhed as you held him steady while Sylus slipped his thick, ridged, and veiny cock in alongside your faux phallus. You pressed down on the bulge that appeared on Rafayel’s lower abdomen, Rafayel crying out as more scales appeared on him. Sylus gave you a hungry look over Rafayel’s shoulder before crossing his arms over Rafayel’s chest and bracing his feet on the bed, lifting Rafayel up as you scrambled to your knees, gripping his hips to anchor him. When one of you would pull out, the other would slam in, a brutal quickness growing between the three of you as the cabin creaked and groaned.
You gasped and whimpered as the curved barbed of Sylus’ tail, covered in oil from the smashed bottle on the floor, rubbed against you before slipping into your hole. You clenched around the intrusion stretching you, the dull ache from the straps and his earlier ministrations returning as you thrust deeper into Rafayel and rode Sylus’ tail. You leaned forward as best you could, Sylus’ tail helping to lift you slightly as you kissed Rafayel and then Sylus, grabbing at their nipples as you all became a writhing mess. Rafayel’s moans grew into a frenzied song until he was thrashing between the two of you and coming with a loud yell. You whimpered, burying your face in his chest as you stopped thrusting, hilted in him and rode against Sylus’ tail, the two of them whispering praises until you two were cumming. Sylus roared, his wings flaring out as he spilled into Rafayel, his cum dripping over and out of Rafayel’s hole onto your bedding.
Rafayel shuddered, stroking your back as Sylus kissed him and you struggled to catch your breath, sore but satiated.
“You two owe me new bedding.” You mumbled as Rafayel laughed and kissed your head.
“Just come to our nest, My Dear Bodyguard.” Rafayel said as you gave him a half hearted glare and flicked him.
“That’s Captain to you and I’m not done with you yet. There’s still that punishment.” You said as Sylus chuckled.
“Yo Ho then. Anchors away, Captain.”
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated
Heyo! I hope your nail appointment goes well/went well!
Sooo, I actually sent a spicy ask like a month ago and off anon but I think Tumblr ate it? It was about Caleb’s right arm having a vibration function and using it on reader/MC after a rough day.
BUT instead of that, I wanna talk specifically about my other two mains, Sylus and Rafayel (I still think about that one ask you got about them and I’m pretty sure it made me into a CrowFish girlie today). I’ve got a lot of thoughts about the two of them but I’ll only get into a few of them.
Specifically, switch Rafayel and switch Sylus. Most of the fics I’ve read have had Raf being more submissive and/or on the receiving end, but fuuuck I love the idea of Sylus taking control during sex in the beginning, telling you(or MC/Reader/NonMC) and Rafayel what to do either to each other or to him, before Rafayel turns the table and suddenly Sylus is on his knees and cleaning Rafayel’s dick after fucking you. Or Raf and Sy thrusting into both your holes but Rafayel is gripping Sylus’s hair and pulling him back from nipping at your neck while Sylus is begging for a taste of your blood(lowkey thinking of Count Cyrus/Silverwinged Fiend, but could apply to all timeline variants of Sylus)
Then there’s taking both of Dragon!Sylus’ and either GoT or LSG!Rafayel’s cocks in both holes, being pinned between a Fiend and the little God of the Sea…(thinking triple-quadruple pen but that might be too much for some folks)
Both of them have a connection to you that involves giving parts of themselves to you(Rafayel’s heart and the other half of Sylus’ soul) and that connection definitely crosses over with each other…But Sylus is in for a surprise when his guppy is behind him giving some vicious backshots while Sylus is stuck between the two of you, trapped between your slick heat and Rafayel’s hard cock…
Or maybe they’re both taking orders from you instead?
(I hope this isn’t too much or too freaky btw🫣)
My nail appointment went well! Now, I'm not gonna lie, I have about 25 asks in my inbox that I haven't gotten around to. Me and my horrible tendency of answering asks was actually a big part of the reason on why I had my inbox closed for a couple months.
The Caleb asks sounds very familiar and if I went to look, I'm sure it's still there. Unless Tumblr has eaten it since it's been in my inbox which I find has happened once or twice to me... m'sorry.
Now, for what you've sent...
MY JAW DROPPED, BRAIN WENT SILENT IMMEDIATELY AT "Sylus is on his knees and cleaning Rafayel's dick after fucking you" BRUDDAH HOLLLLY FUCKKKK THAT'S A MENTAL IMAGE!! I'm gonna be thinking about that for a couple days shit omfg.
After cleaning up Raf, he's spreading your thighs and admiring the mess Raf made of you, your arousal clinging to your inner legs and puffy folds, his cum slowly leaking out of your entrance. Sylus has a feast right there, devouring you whole while Rafayel makes out with you. His fingers massaging your scalp as he low key spider man kisses you while your head is tossed back in pleasure.
The idea of Sylus being submissive, balls deep in your cunt when he feels Rafayel's hands behind him, inching up his thighs towards his ass. Rafayel commenting little sweet nothings about how big Sylus is, muttering how good you look speared on his cock, how cute your bodies look squished together with every connection. Can't forget Raf mentioning how he's feeling a little left out and then suddenly Sylus is making a strangled little whimper as Raf pushes in.
I've... I've been converted to a CrowFish girlie especially after the she has Raf's heart and a part of Sylus' soul bit oh lord...
