Calming the beast (18+) - 2/8
MDNI ‼️
Pairing! DILF!Praedator!LADS x reader
Desc! You decide to help him through his frenzy, but don’t realize how hard it’d be.
Warning! smut, implied dubcon?, calling them by their praedator name (zayne, rafayel), mullet lads, mating press (zayne), pronebone (sylus), bit of yandere caleb, doggy style (caleb, sylus), manhandling (rafayel, Sylus), full nelson (rafayel), throat fucking (xavier), breeding kink, not proofread, proceed with caution
A/N! 2/10 -> Been wanting to write this for a while. I been in bed all day, recovering from a 5 hour tattoo I got on my hip on Saturday night 💔
A/N 2! 6/4 -> I wrote this back in February and just remembered I have it…
Galen
You were standing in his office. He arrested some of your men and claimed to have dirt on them. But he wouldn’t give you information until you saw him.
“So this is actually why you wanted me to come here?” Your arms cross under your chest.
Except, he lied. Because there he sat, looking at you with an unreadable expression, and a flustered face. He didn’t utter a word about your men or their cases since you came in, and it’s been 30 minutes.
“I would never ask this of you because I usually handle it myself.” His voice softens, “But, I can’t keep pretending there isn’t anything in me wanting you…“
“I don’t know, Zayne-”
“Zayne?” You look up at him, and sigh.
Despite his usual appearance, something was different about him.
He wasn’t Zayne. He was him.
“Galen…” You whisper.
You didn’t know what to expect and he mentioned earlier it wouldn’t be too bad.
~
He’s a liar.
He dragged you out of the office a few hours ago, and to the interrogation room. He couldn’t have anyone seeing the things he wanted to do to you. Nobody deserved to see you in such bliss.
You were bound to bed— not him— with your legs bent and knees touching your chest. His cock slid in and out at a rushed pace; its tip pushing against your cervix every time. His feet were planted besides your hips and his arms hugged you tightly.
“F-feels soo good…” he breathed in your ear.
Your toes curl and teeth bite your lips as you try to hold your moans back, but it irritates him.
“Don’t you dare hide those sweet sounds from me.” He growled, slapping the side of your ass.
“Galen…! Mmm!” You whimper and moan as he pushed even deeper.
You can feel him poking where your belly button is and your urethra squirts on his pelvis.
“Good girl.” He lightly smirks, watching pleasure melt on your face.
He moves his head above yours and kisses your lips, slowing his pace for a moment. You melt into it and kiss him back, sighing in his mouth from the way he grinds against you.
You feel sticky and messy, between the sweat from both of your bodies and the cum from both of your genitals combining and piling up inside you. He keeps his lips connected to yours as he increases his pace again; his hips loudly smacking against your ass. Your eyes cross and close as you press your head back into the pillow, giving up to him completely.
Caleb
He sat on the ground, one leg bent with his arm hanging over his knee.
“P-please. I’m used to taking care of it on my own, but…,” you look so good, he’s losing his mind.
You watch his jaw clench and fist curl then uncurl. You look down at your fingers and sigh, “I don’t know, Caleb…”
He crawls over to you and holds your waist, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, “you’re my only hope, pipsqueak.”
But, was this Caleb talking or Perses?
Your hand slowly moves and rests atop his head, making him nudge and nuzzle into your palm. He kisses it then turns to look at your covered pussy, ready to devour it any second now. You look down at him once more and notice a dark look in his eyes..
~
Two hours went by since Perses was re-arranging your guts. He had you down on the couch with your ass up, and him snapping his hips against the jiggly muscle.
“Fuck… should’ve done this a long t-time ago,” he breathes out against your spine, giving it a kiss.
Your hands grip the cushion, almost certain they’d tear at any minute. “F-fuck! S-slow… down!!” Your head turns just enough to side eye him.
His face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead and chest. He was focused, too focused, on something.
His hands grip your biceps and pull your torso up, arching your back then wrapping his arms around your midsection. “Do I feel good, baby?”
You’re not even sure if this is Caleb or Perses anymore. It sounds like Caleb, but it doesn’t act like him.
“Feel me deep inside? Riiiight here?” He cooes as he touches the noticeable bulge in your stomach.
“You thought you could deny me of what I’m owed? I own you, angel. You were mine from the moment I laid eyes on you~”
Your head rests back on his shoulders and you feel kisses scatter your neck and shoulder. You’re too intoxicated by his cock to even form words.
“We’re gonna be here allll day until all you can think of is me, pipsqueak.” His hand moves down and rubs your clit, making you mewl out.
“I hope you’re prepared.”
Sylus
You stared at the large man on his knees and hanging his head low.
“So… you’ve come to witness a real frenzy, kitten?” his deep voice rumbles in the large cage.
You don’t say anything and open the door, carefully stepping in. You leave it open in case you have to run out. In case he truly loses it.
“I… came to help you,” your voice gets soft.
“You can’t handle this,” he glares at you through his bangs, “I’d kill you before I’d even realize you’re dead.”
He was right. You knew frenzies could get bad, but you had never seen them get THAT bad. Not with him at least.
He knew you were hesitant when he mentioned it a while back. But, you were curious about what it’d look like. So, you made the choice of helping him.
“I want to help, Sylus.” You carefully walked up to him.
You’re only standing in front of him for a few minutes before he lunges forward and grabs you by your throat. He pulls you towards him and rubs his nose against yours. You look up at him conflicted and notice the shift in his eyes.
“You’ve Sylus and Tartarus in your hands, sweetie.”
“Tell me… which one do you want?” His breath hits your cheek then down your neck.
His grip had loosen a notch, making sure you can still breathe. You swallow and furrow your eyebrows, looking up at him.
“…Tartarus,” was all it took for him to snap.
~
Your face had been pressed hard against the bars for 30 minutes now. Your hands grip them tightly as his large dick piston’s your wet cunt. He growls and pulls you away from the bars, pushing you onto your knees and holding your head down on the ground.
You turn your head and look up at him, biting your lip as you watch him re-arrange your guts.
“Ohh! S-Sylus-!” Smack!
His hand comes down on your ass hard then grips the flesh, feeling his fingers sink into it. Your walls tighten around him, causing him to groan loudly and fuck you harder. His other hand grips your throat and lifts your head up, whispering in your ear, “That’s not my name, kitty. You wanted Tartarus, so you get Tartarus.”
You feel something warm fill your womb and realize he’s coming. Again. The white, sticky substance drips out of your used pussy every time he thrusts in and out. You feel dirty, but you forget want him to stop.
He puts all his weight on you like you’d escape, proneboning your poor body. “Fuck! … I want to breed this cute pussy so bad. Won’t you let me put a baby in you, sweetie?”
That seemed to turn you on because you let out a loud moan and cry against the floor of the cage
Or it’s because he pushed his tip against your cervix and made you cum.
He huffs and pulls back, watching you twitch and squirm under him as his cum slowly seeps out. “Now… Do you regret coming here?”
No. Not at all.
If anything, this helps you decide to help him more in the future. But, it also makes you wonder if he’s like this when he’s Sylus and just in that mood.
Rafayel
You close the door and lock it, taking your jacket and purse off. You were about to take your heels off when someone from down your dark hall spoke.
“Welcome home.”
You freeze, recognizing the voice, and sigh.
“How did you get in here? And how’d you know where I live?” You take your heels off.
“Lucky guess, cutie.” His tone deepens as he stares at you; a small smile forms on his face.
You hear him take slow steps towards you, and look up, keeping your eyes on him as you back away, and make him come into the light.
“Rafayel–” you back into your dining table, and it makes you jump a bit.
“What’s wrong? You never seen Tamino in a frenzy before?”
So this was its state? You knew they could get crazy, but he seems so calm right now. Nothing is said for a moment and you blink, instantly regretting it when he’s in your face in an instant.
~
His hands firmly squeeze your breast as he sucks on your right mound. You whimper quietly, trying to push his head back, but all his grips tighten.
“I used to stare at these when you came by my cage, cutie… always wanted to touch them.” He whispers, humming as he sucks on the other tit.
Your head falls back, and he keeps devouring your lumps before he pulls away. He turns you around, and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you and sitting on the table with you on top of him.
He spreads your legs after pulling them up, causing a loud gasp to slip from your lips as your lower half is fully exposed.
“Y-you–!” Your eyes watch as he hungrily rips your panties of and slips his length inside you.
“I’ve been thinking about what you’d feel like for a while now…,” he mumbles against your ear, putting you in a full nelson, and groaning when your warmth and tightness chokes him.
“God you’re so perfect… how could you not think that you’ve been occupying my thoughts, cutie?” He desperately whispers. “Why do you think I always want to see you, and only you?”
You cry out and bite your lip, moaning cutely at the strange pleasure below. Your breathing matches every push he gives, and encourages him to be rougher, fight to get deeper than he already can get.
“T-Tamino…” you pant, moaning like a whore as he fucks you so good, the soft clap of your skins echoing out.
“Say it again, baby.”
Your sweet juices coat his dick, and slowly seep out, dripping onto the wooden floors. His quiet groans against your back don’t bother to compete with your cute sounds because yours are what helps him fuck you better.
Xavier
You finished getting dressed after taking a shower, and walked into your cool bedroom. You got home from work a little while ago and were settling down after the long day of paperwork and training that new guy. He’s only been there for two weeks, but he’s an incredibly slow learner, seeming like he has no interest in the work.
Whatever makes a buck, I guess.
You remove your robe and hang it up, putting it back in the closet. You move around the left side of your room near the bedroom door, completely unaware of the man sitting in the shadow of the opposite side near the window. It’s only when you go over there, do you realize that something is actually there and not just the pile of clothes you’ve been too tired to fold.
“What the fuck?” You speak loudly and step backwards to turn the light on.
And there he was. The noob from work, Xavier.
“You’re so beautiful, starlight.” He eyes your oversized shirt and shorts.
“How the hell did you get in my house?” Your eyebrows scrunch up and arms fold.
“Your patio.”
“I live on the 5th floor, Xavier,” you deadpan.
He’s not interested in having a conversation, feeling something vicious and primal raging within him. He stands up slowly and walks over to you, prompting you to take some steps back.
“What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?” You feel worried, somewhat panic when you bump back into the wall.
“I need your help, Captain…” his soft voice puts you at ease for a split second before you shake your head.
“I-It’s late, you need to lea-” he’s fast on his feet, caging you in his arms and taking your lips using his.
Your eyes widen and fists come up, clenched and pressed against his pectorals. He deepens the kiss, and your body slowly warms up, with you feeling something tingly and warm forming in your panties. You force your head away and press your hand on his shoulder.
“W-what the hell are you doing?!” Your eyes shift back to him, just now seeing the look in his.
“Taking what I need… to calm this monster…” his words confuse you, and you’re not given enough time to deciper them.
~
His hard dick slides smoothly in and out of your mouth, the tip grazing your uvula.
“Fuuuck, Captain… ohhh your mouth is so w-warm,” he softly moan, watching dazedly as his shaft enters and leaves it.
His intertwine with yours and press them firmly on your bed, while your body slumps against the side. You gag then gargle as he moves faster and deeper.
“Take your junior’s cock… yeah, just like that. O-ohhh,” he hiss quietly then moans again, hunching over your figure.
His balls swing against your chin, saliva and pre-cum building up and bubbling from the sides of your mouth.
“O-oh shit, I’m gonna cum! Don’t swallow just yet” He groans and lets go of your hands, tightly gripping your head as he fucks into your mouth like a toy.
Your eyes roll back and your hands grip his bare thighs, while your thighs press tightly together to try and rid the rapidly-forming wetness in your panties. His movements abruptly stop, with your face pressed against his pelvis, and you feel hot liquid filling your mouth.
“Ahhhh…” he breathes out, shivering a bit when you touch his calves.
His eyes close momentarily, before he looks down at your half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks puff as his salty load sits in your mouth.
“Open.”
He tilts your head back and you open your mouth wide, showing him his essence.
“You look pretty with my cum in your mouth,” he admires. “Now swallow.”
He watches intensely as you gulp down his seed, and his breathing slows.
“… I can’t imagine what you’d look like when it drips out your sweet pussy…” his hands slide down and grip your waist, hauling you onto the bed.
“Will you let me have a feel?” His eyes stay laser-focused on your face, taking in the sight moments before he corrupts you.
The man standing before you isn’t Xavier; he never was. You had Hermit in your sight since you stepped into your room; since you first saw him at work.
