Zay

Yes, I would love it if you did <3

I might be a bit rusty as if I wasn’t before but hopefully it’ll be good!

CW: Kidnapping, Knifes/Cuts, starving maybe???, Sex, Non Con, Breeding kink, tit milking and I think that’s it.

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Crushed under his massive body, hairy arms tucked comfortably around your waist as he slept. The pulsating sting of your thigh with his name, tail wrapped around him as you tried to make yourself comfortable for the winter.

Hands and legs bound, the rope pulled tight and rubbing raw against your delicate skin.

Something he would enjoy seeing.

The thought swirled around in your mind, he didn’t care for you like you had originally thought in that medical station. He was nothing but a cunning bear, mother always warned you about the wolves but never about the bears.

Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you shook with silent sobs, this was your life from this day forward. Horns poking into his head as you jerked with emotion, snot running down your lips, you were such a disgusting sight.

Just a helpless little cow ripe with milk and plump for the taking.

With a hitch of your breath a hand gripped down on your face, mushing your chubby cheeks in a bone crushing grip.

“Why won’t the cow stop mooing? Is the bed not good enough for your liking, would you rather lay on a bed of hay than with the man who loves you, Эта глупая девица никогда не знает, когда ей хорошо.”

His voice was rough with sleep and a ravenous anger, his eyes glazed over with a dark shadow in the dimly lit cabin.

“I—“ He jerked your head closer to him. “Тишина. Сон.” Before he slammed your head down on the pillow, “Poke us with horns again, it will not be pleasant.”

You just sniffled once more in a silent agreement, throughout the night you didn’t move, trying to choke back every sob that threatened to escape.

And that was it, that was your life for several weeks. Just laying in bed, given his scraps until hibernation started, and begging anything, even the trees outside to get you out of this position.

The start of spring rolled around after several months, you were hopeful that the season change would bring you freedom. The release from his claws, teeth lifted from your throat.

But it wasn’t.

Even waking up for a few minutes at a time to signal the end of his hibernation, he only held on tighter. The first few nights passed of him waking up to groan and growl then pass back out. But the fifth night was when it all changed.

You felt a rough hand jerk down your underwear, the only symbolism of dignity you had left. A scream tore from your lips as you were torn from a light nap. But it was quickly cut off with his meaty paw clamped shut over your mouth.

“Don’t fight us, Милый. Months without you, we deserve this. We deserve all of you, from that tiny useless brain in your dense skull to your fat utters.”

He grabbed a handful of your fatty breast, swollen with milk from months of neglect. It was so painful, his rough callouses brushing against your aching nipple. You were way over due for a milking.

He leaned his head down to bite the other, drawing an ear shattering, muffled scream from your lips. His hand diluted any signal of distress, let alone if there even was a single house or person near by.

A little dribble of milk escaped with the bite, a flush of embarrassment powdering your cheeks. His mouth was agonizing, but the thought of his lips on your swollen breasts, sucking all the milk had you dripping down onto the worn sheets.

His tongue swirling around in circles, making you leak milk all down yourself and onto his chin. A breathless gasp finally released as he took his hand away, but only to find your clit. Causing you to arch into him as he finally started sucking the swell of you.

A strangled moan tore from your throat, the white hot pleasure of his mouth and tongue had your head spinning. Switching between breasts, sucking hard as he rubbed firm circles over and over again.

“Don’t— it’s— it’s too much! I can’t—“

Your legs tensing, almost locked up as you felt that flutter deep in your belly cutting you off. You were about to cum on your kidnappers hand, the very man who ruined you.

But in that moment, you didn’t care, grinding your hips into his hand. A hitched breath as you threw your head back, a long moo of pleasure echoing off the walls. Bringing the shame back but only for a second, eyes thrown back into your skull so fast you felt dizzy, mouth wide with uncontrolled primal sounds.

“Such a pretty cow, making beautiful sounds for us.” His fingers were relentless, drawing every twitch and beg out of you as your poor clit was already overstimulated. Barely able to take in a breath for the intense sting of pleasure all over your body.

Right as you were certain you were gonna black out, his hand eased off your clit to run through your slick folds. Gathering up your sticky pleasure and shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck, clean the mess you made, you will realize just how much you love us.”

Tongue swirling around them as you felt the last of the milk be drained from your breasts with the pinch of his hand. Pulling his fingers back out of your moth, a relieved sigh fell from your lips as you laid back onto the bed.

Eyes closing as it was over.

Until his thick veiny cock was running through your folds from behind, nudging against your over sensitive clit while dragging against your soppy opening.

He wasted no time plunging into you, he wasn’t a gentle man. Him milking you was the nicest thing he was capable of, only because he couldn’t comfortable grip your whole tit in his hand anymore.

Punishing thrusts of his hips, the obscene slap of him against your ass mingling with the juices of your wet cunt. It was filthy, loud, and dangerous. Cows were born to take the cocks of big bulls, made of muscle with heavy thrusts. But his was almost twice as thick and long, it felt like you were about to tear open with every thrust.

Soon enough you felt the familiar heat in your belly, not again, that didn’t stop the feeling from crawling up anyways. His thrusts relentless as your walls fluttered, not a light pulse. You were practically trying to bury his cock in you. A wide gape then a bruising grip, desperate for his release.

He groaned a deep rumble of his chest, it was delicious pleasure for him. This beautiful slut of a cow was now his personal fuck toy. He could use her anytime he wanted, he planned on fattening her up again after this winter was over. He missed that belly.

He growled, gripping your waist to pull you back on him, starting to meet the crashing with his own thrusts. His cock twitching deep inside you, until he bit down on your shoulder. Marking his territory once more as he came with a final thrust, hot, sticky cum spurting deep into your cervix.

He was laying behind you, continuing to bite and mark. Soothing the sting with his scalding hot tongue, the rough pad against your shoulders was a sensory shock as his hot breath fanned against you.

Slowly he started to pump his sticky length back into you again.

“We’re gonna stuff you full, put our cub in you, and when you’re all round and big with our offspring we’ll make a nice little den for you. And we’ll do it all over again until we have our own little family.”

He pulled your head back and placed a kiss on your lips, tasting the sweetness of your lips before he ruined you again.

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Vessel x pregnant!reader

Contains: pregnancy (obvs), Fluff, mentions of piss, vessel being a good mate, CHARACTER vessel, minor allusion to past smut

A/N: I wanted papa vessel, I'm making papa vessel. May add more than one part, who knows. Maybe I'll open requests for small scenarios :3 @cheomain ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE OOMFY

You're trying to sleep but the discomfort simply won't leave you. Vessel senses it and also can't sleep.

Enjoy!

18:04 - walk in the door. kick off shoes. greet wife with a kiss.

18:30 - eat dinner. settle in for the night with a beer.

19:00 - shower, then relax in bed with a book.

19:30 - nail wife.

like clockwork every night, but with a new position to bite on, your husband closes his book and turns to you with his glasses perched low on his nose.

one blink sends a throb through your core, his gentle hazel eyes complementing the dull glow of the bedroom lamp as they rake all over your loosely adorned body. with your thin strap falling over your shoulders, kento sees gold in its wake, and can't help himself when he leans in to kiss it away.

one kiss leads into a million more, running from your puckered lips, down to your jawline and neck like he's famished. determined little tufts of air push from his reddened lips -- hungry and angry, all pent up with a day's full of strain that only you know how to wear.

today he wants you on your back. kento's gotta see your face as he lowers you back into the pillows, reaching a hand to his lips as he parts them. his tongue trails and laps at the joined digits as he planks on top of you.

it's quiet and sexy, like scheduled sex usually is, but this time it's different. his touches are gentle, yet shallow. he grips your flesh like you're about to run for your life, breath heavy in his chest as he reaches his spit-soaked fingers between your thighs.

he glides his slick fingers under your gown, making the insides of your thighs sticky with perspiration and want. you bend your back in a silent gasp as he slips his fingers through your folds, collecting your familiar scent that he brings back to his lips, and sucks off.

you speak the first, and only, words of the night -- embarrassed like you always get when he's so close, so raw. "i've been thinking about this all day."

he nods, cutting off your desperate plea with a kiss. foreplay, as quick as it is, doesn't get lost. it starts with steady fingers in your crotch, then leads to his heated kisses and friction-filled humps against your legs. he's aching for you immediately, excited and dripping like a touch-starved boy as his lips touch you everywhere.

notoriously choosy with his words, kento sighs against your lips as his hand gets lost between your body. he slips inside, "i've been thinking about you all day."

20:00 - sleep

kento rolls off of you the second the hour hits, yawning like an alarm call as you sit right back up, hands shaking -- vision blurred over, and soaked in the essence of him.

"good night, darli--

kento mutters in the darkness, arms winding around you when you go to sit up. "relax. you always rush to clean up... could you just hold me, first?"

When he finally comes home a few hours later, you demand to know where he’s been. Wordlessly, he pulls his shirt over his head and points to a new tattoo on his shoulder: