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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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I’ve decided to share some of my original work on here. Here is my 32 page horror one shot from Halloween 2022. It’s about a werebear

Revenant Part 1

This is a mature story for 18+.

Triggers: Gore, mentions of Stockholm syndrome, slight noncon, masturbation, and sex.

Totally unrelated but when I thought of a bear, my mind instantly went to The Revenant. Hence the title. There are a few tributes to that movie but the plot line is nowhere near the same!

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Whack! Whack! Whack! Crack!

Loud whacking noises rung throughout the forest, while sweat ran down a brawny man’s back. Dark eyebrows furrowed together in utmost concentration for the task at hand. To collect as much wood as he could before winter came.

Large, calloused hands tightly grasped the sharp axe. The sharp metal shining brightly in the sun light, like a star in the night sky.

With a precise swing, the axe easily cut into the tree like a knife cutting into tender flesh.

Winter would be approaching soon. And Björn had to be prepared for the cold since he knew there would be too much competition in the forest for food and dry wood later on.

A large flock of crows flew above his head, causing Björn to snap his head up in concern. Honey brown eyes began to study the now silent forest with caution. Something, or someone, has disturbed his forest.

There were no trespassing signs all over the outer perimeter of his forest, so who on earth was brave enough to enter?

Björn tightly grasped his axe before heading into the direction where the crows had flown from. He was going to have to scare the intruder or intruders off. Björn just hoped he wouldn’t have to use any force.

The further Björn went, the less trees there were… the less life. Björn hummed to himself in confusion. Why would someone trespass into the barren part of the forest? There wasn’t many resources out here or even wild game that roamed those parts.

When Björn was in the clearing, fresh tire marks from a carriage stood out to him. Had someone strayed off the path outside of the woods and wondered into this section of the forest? Yet the horse footprints that surrounded the tire tracks told s different story, causing Björn to sigh. Another case of someone being chased off course by bandits.

Björn strapped his ax to his back, continuing his way through the desolate area. He needed to be sure that there were no bandits on his land. Those scoundrels were always pouching animals here, limiting the resources for the ones who lived in the forest. Björn’s kind especially.

Björn soon came to a shallow swimming hole. His honey brown eyes scouting the area for any trespassers. Yet he didn’t see anyone or anything.

Björn was about to leave until the strong smell of iron hit him. Brown eyes wildly glancing around in horror. Had a body been dumped here?

And that was when Björn saw her. A small figure laying halfway in a shallow grave. The dirt covering her lower half in a natural blanket. Dried blood pooled around her head like a morbid angel.

Björn slid down the slope to get down to the water hole to her. Tan hands frantically searching for a pulse. His breath hitching in his throat when he felt the faintest of pulses.

Björn slowly moved her (hair color) hair from her face, his brown eyes studying her pretty face in awe.

Had his prayers to the gods been answered? Had they finally sent him a companion after all these long, lonely years?

A soft groan of pain left the woman’s lips, Björn quickly snapped from his musings. First, he needed to take her back to his cabin.

Strong tan arms carefully lifted the woman up, his brown eyes observing the locket held loosely in her dirt covered hands. The picture of a handsome man with long, silver colored hair staring back at him, as if mocking Björn that the woman he held belonged to another.

Björn snatched the locket from her hand, flinging it far into the muddy banks of the swimming hole. She wouldn’t need that strange man anymore. She had Björn now and he would protect her better than whoever that was could. He was sure she’d learn to love him. Time was on his side, especially with the rapidly approaching winter.

Björn cradled the woman in his arms, read to take the two of them on the journey home. The open locket facing Björn, foreshadowing something ominous was coming.

“We found her carriage, your grace.” A scruffy man bowed to the ethereal looking lord, brown eyes nervously scanning the ground in fear. “And we were able to capture a few of the bandits, but she was nowhere to be found-“

A loud slam rung through the room, the prince slamming his pale fists against his throne’s arm. Icy blue eyes glaring at the men in the room in anger. They had one job, to find his fiancée. To find his (your name).

“Your grace. One of the bandits said they dumped her in the forest-“ Balder wildly swung his head around, stormy blue eyes staring at the nervous subject who had interrupted his conversation. (Your name) couldn’t be dead could she? His ray of sunshine, his entire world… she couldn’t be gone. They had been promised to be together since they were children and they had always been inseparable… Balder would know if something bad happened to her, he truly believed their souls were bound.

“Kill all of those bandits and hand their bodies up at the gates. The people need to know not to mess with the Vetle family.”

“We shall go searching then. Prepare the hounds.” Balder opened up the locket around his neck that held a picture of a beautiful (hair color) girl. His icy blue eyes full of determination.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find you.”

Björn gently wiped away the dirt on the young woman’s face with a cloth. Brown eyes memorizing every detail on her pretty face. To the shape of her nose to the plumpness of her lips… Björn wondered if her lips would fit perfectly against his own… Björn shook his head clear from his perverted thoughts, despite his itching to kiss her, he knew it was improper since they were strangers.

Björn glanced her direction again, his eyes studying the way her lashes lightly fluttered when he brought the warm rag to her face or how she pursed her lips ever so slightly in pain.

“You’re safe now.” Björn whispered, eyes softening at her. “I’ll take care of you.”

Björn rose from his seat beside the bed. A giddy feeling consuming his chest. He should probably get to work on building a bigger bed so the two of them could lay together… he’s never laid with a woman before so this was all so new to him.

Brown eyes gazed at all the books he had on shelves, a smile crawling on his scarred lips. He wondered if she loved romance novels. Those books were his only companion in this desolate forest… the only things that kept him from completely falling off the deep end from his unending loneliness.

Björn was determined to show her that he could be a good mate. He’s take care of her throughout the winter as well. He just had to gather even more food and wood now, maybe even some pelts.

Björn gave one last look to the sleeping woman on his bed before ultimately deciding to try to find her the softest pelts he could find. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

A hum left his throat at the thought of her being so thrilled to have new blankets. Maybe he should also go catch her some fish or even some sort of water fowl to make her a soup? Would she like a man who is a good provider?

Björn wandered through the forest, his brown eyes scanning for any elk or deer. Maybe even a moose would do… Björn just wanted to make her happy.

They were going to be a family after all.

A week had gone by and Björn was proud of his work. His companion no longer made pained expressions and her lashes would flutter whenever he’d run his large hands through her soft hair.

Just thinking about her made Björn giddy. The rugged man wished she’d open her eyes soon so she could see her future mate. He just hoped he was attractive enough for her…

Today was another day of gathering for him. He was hoping to get some more nuts and berries to preserve for the winter. Björn was proud of his jam making abilities and he was happy to finally have someone to show them off to.

Björn continued his was through the dense forest, brown eyes lighting up when he saw some blackberry bushes.

Björn reached a tan hand out to one of the berries before placing one in his mouth. A smile lighting up on his face when the soft flesh melted on his tongue. They were sweet with a slight tart kick to them… perfect for jam.

Björn began to pick the berries, carefully placing them into a cloth pouch. He’d try to leave a few behind for any other creature that may stumble across this find, but now Björn had another mouth to feed.

Loud flapping noises filled the forest air, a large flock of bird flying across the sky, causing Björn to freeze in his tracks. Björn took a deep breath before allowing his ears to shift into that of a grizzly bear’s. Small round ears now resting at the top of his unkempt head. The ears twitching as they began to pick up the sound of hooves and dogs barking.

Either there were bandits in his forest now or a search party has come for his companion.

Björn growled, his brown eyes flashing a bright gold. He wasn’t going to let his companion go. His unending loneliness was finally quenched and he would rather die than be alone any longer.

Björn set his axe and blackberry pouch against a tree before shedding his clothes. Dark, brown fur beginning to sprout on every part of his body, his face slowly elongating into a snout. Large paws soon replacing his hands and feet, Björn hunching his back, his body beginning to elongate and expand. A giant grizzly bear soon standing where Björn once was.

The giant grizzly bear stood up on its hind legs before releasing a loud roar. A few barks leaving it’s throat before it charged in the direction of the dogs.

Björn wasn’t going to let anyone disrupt his chance at a family.

Balder lead a handful of men into the forest, icy blue eyes nervously glancing around. It was deathly silent, the only sounds being their horses trotting and the dogs barking… yet Balder couldn’t calm his nerves. The forest was never this quiet. It was almost unnerving.

The birds were not chirping and there were no animals rustling through the trees… did they know something he didn’t?

There were a few decayed signs outside the perimeter of the forest, but they were so old that they were not legible… Balder sighed in frustration. There were so many signs to not continue this journey but there was a possibility (your name) was here… and she was worth any journey.

“The dogs picked up a scent!” One man shouted from the front of the group, the dogs heading deeper into the forest. “The lady could be alive!”

Balder felt his horse slow down, it’s head staring at the left of the forest, as if it knew something was there that he didn’t. A whiny leaving the white horse’s mouth. The horse rearing it’s head in fear.

Balder grasped the reigns of his horse, his blue eyes narrowing at the forest. Something was in the woods. Something that could be dangerous…

Balder steadied his horse. A pale hand grasped at the threaded locket around his neck tightly. He had promised (your name) that he would always protect her… he swore he would save her. No matter what… Balder loved her… he would do anything for her.

Balder took a deep breath before guiding his horse into the forest, following his men into the brush. There were only four of his most loyal men and five hounds… Balder was sure they would all be fine.

The group of men headed deeper into the forest. The dogs leading them deeper and deeper into this labyrinth of a forest. Balder could feel the hairs on his neck stand up in fear.

Yet Balder had no idea why he was so scared. He’s been in plenty of forests and even a few wars. There had to be something here… and whatever it was, it definitely didn’t want them there.

A whine soon left one of the dogs before the others begin to tuck their tails between their legs. The other dogs soon whining and barking, the dogs attempting to backtrack despite their master ushering them forward.

“You stupid dogs! What are you doing-“ a terrifying growl filled the air. The horses crying out, each one rearing back in fear while the dogs ran off. The men all glancing around in fear.

“W-what was that?” The youngest of the men whimpered, the young boy unsheathing his sword.

The other men unsheathed their swords as well, the men forming a circle with their horses. The men struggling to keep their horses still, since the horses continued to try to get away.

“What is wrong with these horses-“ Before the guard could even get a word in, a giant grizzly bear had barreled into the group, easily knocking the men to the ground. The horses bucked their riders off in fear, desperate cries leaving their throats.

Ear piercing screams leaving the man’s throat as the bear proceeded to maul him. Blood splattering everywhere while the man’s comrades could only watch in horror as their comrade was being torn limb from limb by a monster of a bear.

The horses cried before fleeing into the deep forest, leaving the men to fend for their own.

Balder rose up to his feet, clutching his sword tightly. Two of his men bravely tried to save their comrade. Only for the bear to lose interest in the dead man, it’s large body easily swiping the men off to the side. One of the men screaming in pain, his leg now bent in the opposite direction.

The bear roared, grabbing the man with the broken leg with its strong jaws before harshly slamming him into the ground. While the other desperately tried to save his friend, only for his throat to be sliced open by the bear’s sharp claws. Blood spraying all over the bear’s face like a loose faucet. The bear then slamming the man in its jaws onto the ground again until his neck broke.

A deep, guttural growl left the grizzly’s body, it’s golden eyes making eye contact with Balder. It’s scarred face throwing Balder off guard. That was no ordinary bear. That bear was a monster.

Balder swore the monster smirked at him before it went to finish off his comrades, almost like it was checking if they were dead for sure. Balder froze in fear. His men lay still on the ground, only for this monster of a creature to continue tearing them apart.

“Lord Balder! Hurry! We have to go!” The young guard shouted, the young boy crying as he tried to pull his master away from the scene. It appeared they were the only two still alive. “We can’t die here. We have to save lady (your name)! Hurry-“

The bear launched itself at the boy, the boy screaming while the bear latched its jaws around his left arm. Sharp teeth tearing off his arm with ease. Blood spraying all over Balder’s face.

The prince quickly snapping to his senses. Preparing his sword, Balder swung his sword at the bear, the sharp metal slicing into the bear’s side. A loud roar leaving the bear’s throat.

The grizzly rose to its hind legs, forgetting about the young guard who cradled his torn appendage in fear. The young guard tried to father himself, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small dagger to try to protect himself.

The grizzly’s golden eyes narrowed at Balder. A growl leaving it’s throat, it’s large body easily towering over Balder. But the bear seemed to be telling Balder to fight it. To kill it.

The prince gulped before bravely charging at the bear, Balder couldn’t die here. He had to save (your name)… he had to see her again. Balder had so much to live for.

The bear easily swatted Balder off to the side. The prince flying into the air from the force of the blow, his back slamming into a tree. A crack ringing in Balder’s ears. Balder knew his rib’s were now broken from that monster’s strength.

Blue eyes glanced off to the side, his broadsword laying a few feet from him. The prince slowly crawling towards his sword, trying his best not to alert the monster of his actions.

The bear then turned its attention back to the young guard. The young guard beginning to cry, causing the bear to release a few barks, as if it was laughing at Balder and his men. Were their lives just a game to this monster?

The grizzly placed it’s paws on the young man’s head. The young man desperately trying to fend off the bear with his small dagger, ultimately begging the monster for his life. But the monster ruthlessly crush his head in instead by putting down its full weight. Blood and skull fragments now covering the bear’s front paws.

Balder began to cry, the injured prince desperately trying to crawl faster to his sword. He couldn’t die here. He wouldn’t die here. He prayed to the gods, to any god, that would let him survive this hell. To let him save his fiancée. To just see her one last time… to see his (your name)…

The bear began to bark again, laughing at Balder’s struggle. The bear slowly approaching Balder, the bear huffing in triumph. The grizzly placed a paw on Balder’s forearm, stopping him just shy of a foot from his sword. Balder was so close, he was so close yet so far…

Balder glanced up at the bear, it’s scarred face gazing at Balder in sadistic glee. With a loud snap, Balder felt his forearm snap under the full weight of the bear. A pained scream leaving Balder’s throat, the bear soon moving it’s attention to Balder’s legs.

The bear placed a paw on each femur before giving them the same treatment as Balder’s right forearm. Loud crunching noises echoing throughout the forest.

“You son of a-“ the bear’s jaw was soon around Balder’s right shoulder, agonizing screams leaving the blonde’s throat as the grizzly bear began to shake him like a rag doll.

The grizzly dragging Balder’s body over to a tree, the grizzly slamming the prince into the tree over and over and over again. Until the prince went completely limp.

A satisfied growl left the bear’s throat. The bear dropping Balder’s body to the forest floor, golden eyes studying its handy work.

Body parts and blood lay all around the bear. The grizzly glancing around for somewhere to put all the parts.

A small cave soon sticking out to him. The bear growling before getting to work.

Balder’s blue eyes gazed dully at his comrades’ bodies. A single finger twitching before he went completely still.

Björn washed away the blood off his body. The dark haired man gazing at his reflection in distaste. Would his new companion like his rugged appearance?

His face and body was covered in so many scars. Ranging from other animals and even some from the men he’s killed over the years. Björn hummed at the new scar already forming on his side from Balder’s sword.

Björn was just lucky werebears healed faster than average humans. He wouldn’t want to have to wait a long time to recover when he had his beautiful companion to take care of. A beautiful noble lady…

“(Your name)…” Björn whispered her name, trying to familiarize the name on his lips. A smile crawling on his face. He knew he’d have to wait until she woke up so he could call her by her name. It was only proper for her to tell him her name herself.

Björn ran a hand threw his long beard before pulling out a dagger he had stolen off one of the men he just killed. Maybe he should trim it down like that blonde fellow’s?

Björn continued to study his reflection. Ultimately he decided to trim his beard down and clean his long hair as much as he could. He wanted to look presentable to his companion.

Plus he now had some lovely horse hides to give her. Björn really hoped she liked them.

Björn brushed his fingers threw his companion’s hair, his brown eyes softening at her calm expression.

A few weeks have passed, he had noticed her leaning into his touch now. The action causing Björn’s heart to soar.

Björn placed a gently kiss to (your name)’s forehead, desperately trying to hold back from his desire to kiss her plump lips. He wanted to properly introduce himself before he took their relationship to the next level.

Björn rose from his chair from beside the bed, a hum leaving his throat as he stirred the turkey soup he had made in a cauldron over his fireplace. (Your name) seemed to really enjoy the soups he made, which in turn made Björn happy.

A rustling noise soon caught Björn’s attention, the wooden spoon in his hand almost falling into the cauldron at the sight before him. (Your name) was awake and sitting up.

“H-hello?” (Your name) softly whispered, her voice hoarse from not using it in a few weeks. “Have you been the one taking care of me?”

Björn quickly took the spoon out of the soup, placing it on the small wooden dining table he had before making his way over to the young woman.

Björn sat on his knees, his large hands holding her much smaller hands in his. Björn’s honey colored eyes studying her beautiful (eye color) orbs in awe.

“Y-yes… I’m so glad you’re awake…” Björn nervously replied, a rosy blush coating his rugged features. “I don’t want you to over exert yourself. If you need to rest you can…”

“Ah, but I feel like I’ve been here for such a long time…” (your name) replied softly, her (eye color) eyes glancing into Björn’s brown ones. “I don’t want to be anymore of a burden to you.”

“You could never be a burden to me.” Björn smiled at (your name), the male practically melting under her gaze. “You can stay as long as you have to…”

“You’re very kind.” (Your name) gave his hands a gentle squeeze, Björn trying his best not to cry in joy. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you… mister?”

“Björn. My name is Björn Danner.” Björn brightly smiled at (your name). “What is your name?”

“My name is (your full name).”

“You have a very beautiful name.” A chuckle left (your name)’s throat. The young woman gave Björn a smile so charming that it made his knees feel like jelly.

“Thank you, Björn.” Björn shakily rose to his feet before motioning his hand towards the various books decorating the shelves in his cabin.

“If you’re feeling better, you can read a book if you’d like or…” Björn flushed before composing himself to continue speaking, “I could read a book to you…”

“Thank you but I’m okay for now. I think I may need some more rest for now.” (Your name) politely replied. “Thank you, Björn.”

“Would you like some soup? I just caught some turkey and I dried out the rest of it for winter.”

“For winter?” (Your name) softly muttered. A frown was now prominent on her face. “I… I need to go home before then… I was supposed to be getting married awhile ago…”

Björn clenched his fists before relaxing. He had already taken care of that situation.

“Winter will be here in a week or two already… I don’t know if you’ll have the strength to be able to make it back home quite yet.” Björn did his best to keep his composure, brown eyes shining softly at (your name). “I’m sure it’ll be safer once winter is over to head back.”

(Your name) furrowed her brows in concern. She really missed her fiancé, Balder. He was a wonderful man who treated her so well. Balder would do anything for her… which is why she was wondering why he hasn’t left to look for her yet.

Balder was the type of man who would send out a search party if she didn’t reply to his letters in a day. So she couldn’t imagine what he could be going through right now… (your name) just hoped Balder was happy whenever he was.

(Eye color) orbs gazed out the window, a frown gracing (your name)’s lips. Was Balder safe?

Balder couldn’t understand how he was still alive… or how he could still even walk.

Balder stared at his body in wonder at the faded wounds he received from that monstrous grizzly. It was almost as if his body was regenerating itself even faster.

Balder began to notice a change in his body as well. He was growing more body hair, his hunger was unending, he was stronger, more muscular, and he was even faster than he used to be.

Something abnormal was definitely going on, but the lord just couldn’t figure out what it was…

Balder grasped the golden locket around his neck with a smile on his face. The gods had answered his prayers about not dying so now he just had to find his beloved.

The blonde continued making his way through the maze of the forest. The insatiable hunger returning to him again. Perhaps he would go find something to eat?

Balder quickened his pace, unaware that his shadow was now that of a large bear.

Living with Björn wasn’t so bad. (Your name) was slowly getting accustomed to her caretaker and his particular quirks.

“Would you like some jam on your bread, darling?” (Your name) glanced at the rugged man. She wondered how he got all of his scars. Was he a mercenary if some sort? Yet she doubt he possibly could be one, his docile demeanor did not give her any sense of danger.

“Björn. Just call me by my name please.” (Your name) constantly had to remind her caretaker to not call her pet names. She knew he must’ve been alone for a long time and he more than likely became extremely attached to her, but he could not keep her here.

“Oh, I did it again… I apologize.” Björn but his lip, trying his best not to get frustrated that (your name) didn’t like his nicknames. She’s been with him for a few more weeks now maybe the Stockholm hasn’t set in yet?

“Ah. It’s snowing outside, Björn!” (Your name) gazed at the snow in awe. Where she came from, it hardly ever snowed. It was mostly just rain.

Björn’s cheeks flushed a rosy red, his honey colored eyes memorizing the way (your name)’s face lit up at the snow.

“I should bring some wood in to start a fire with. It’ll get pretty chilly soon.” Björn rose up from his chair, a soft hand grasping the sleeve of his shirt. Björn’s breath hitched, the male trying his hardest not to melt at the touch. Something below his belt twitching in excitement at the simple touch.

“Please be safe, Björn.” Björn gulped, nodding his head since he couldn’t get his words out.

The brawny male quickly shutting the front door, Björn shaking from the interaction.

Björn nervously shifted his legs, a soft moan leaving his throat when the fabric rubbed against his member just right.

“Ah.” Björn placed a hand over his mouth, the man quickly moving away from the cabin to the large wood storage. Björn opening the door to it, shallow breaths escaping his throat. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment at how turned on he was from such a little touch.

Björn glanced around the wood storage room, the man’s eyes glancing at a chair he had in the corner of the room. His large hand shakily holding his clothed member in embarrassment.

Should he take care of his problem before returning? Björn glanced down, gulping at the sight of his noticeable erection. Björn sighed before slowly pulling down his pants, the large member springing up from its tight confinement. The light pink head already slightly leaking precum.

Björn shakily placed a hand on his shaft, his breath hitching at the touch. He didn’t understand why he was so sensitive right now. Was it because she touched him?

Björn slowly began to move his hand up and down, eyes closing as he began to imagine (your name)’s hand in his stead. Would she ever want to touch him like this? Could she even take him?

Björn slowly began to pick up his pace, his thoughts racing in his head. Would she let him be inside of her? Would she let him give her his everything? His love? His seed? His offspring?

Björn’s mind raced to (your name) rubbing a swollen stomach, the mental image of itself sending Björn over the edge. His hot semen spilling all over his hand and onto the dirt floor. Björn tried to calm his heartbeat.

He was so embarrassed that he thought such filthy thoughts of her when she didn’t even return a fraction of the magnitude of his feelings for her. Maybe (your name) was the reason he was slowly being driven insane. No. Björn had no right to blame her. He was the one with no self control.

Björn cleaned himself up so he could return to the task at hand. He needed to make sure his darling was warm. Björn was sure she’d slowly give into his subtle advances.

Balder gazed at his blood soaked hands. A shaky breath leaving his throat in shock. What had he done?

Balder gazed at the full grown moose that laid mauled before him. It’s throat ripped out by some sort of savage animal.

Had the grizzly done this? No… it wasn’t the grizzly. Balder felt that hunger again, his blue eyes widening as white fur began to sprout from his arms. Tears falling down Balder’s face in realization.

Balder was now a monster as well except… he was much larger than that grizzly.

Balder threw his head back, a loud growl leaving his throat before his face morphed into that of a polar bear. The only human part of him remaining was the locket around his neck. The soft fabric of the string stretching enough to accommodate his neck for now, but at the rate he was growing, he was going to need to store it somewhere.

Balder knew he now stood a chance against that monster if he wanted to find (your name). All he needed to do now is learn how to control himself. He didn’t want to ever hurt (your name)… never.

Björn rose up from his bed, his ears shifting to be above his head in alarm. There weren’t supposed to be any other bears in his forest. Not ones like him at least.

Björn contained the growl in his throat, his honey eyes glancing at the form of (your name) sleeping softly beside him in the corner of the large bed he made for the two of them.

Björn rubbed his hand through her head, (your name) unconsciously leaning into the warm touch. A smile crawling on Björn’s lips.

He would check it out tomorrow. For now, he didn’t want to alarm (your name) of any danger.

Björn bravely shifted his body to wrap around (your name)’s, the young woman unconsciously leaning into his warm embrace. A smile dawning on Björn’s face when (your name)’s shirt fell slightly to the side, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder to him.

“You’re my family now, (your name)…” Björn muttered to himself, the rugged man placing his lips on her exposed shoulder. His teeth lightly grazed the skin before he stopped himself. “I’ll protect you.”

(Your name) felt disgusted with herself for enjoying Björn’s touch. She was an engaged woman and here she was letting this man kiss her shoulder while she was ‘asleep.’

(Your name) glanced at the sleeping Björn. Her eyes studying the various scars on his face. The slash across his nose and lip being the most prominent. She had to admit, Björn was actually really good looking.

His medium length, chocolate hair was a little wavy and he had a nice full beard. He was definitely her type even if he was a little rough around the edges.

(Your name) placed her hand on Björn’s cheek, the man’s honey colored eyes snapping open immediately. (Your name) tried to pull her hand back, but Björn grasped her hand.

“Can you… touch me more?” Björn whispered so softly, as if he would break if he spoke any louder. “I… please.”

(Your name) sat herself up, both of her hands gently tracing over the scars on Björn’s face. A few soft moans escaping his lips. The man sitting up now before taking off his shirt.

(Your name) gasped at the various scars and burns that littered his muscular body. Björn smiling softly at (your name) in an attempt to reassure her.

“They don’t hurt anymore if you were wondering.” Björn grasped (your name)’s hands in his, a smile sitting on his lips. “I’m very strong.”

(Your name) furrowed her brows. How could Björn say that? she could tell he’s been through so much.

“Björn…” Björn perked up at his name, brown eyes focused only on (your name). There was nothing more important to Björn than this very moment. “Can I lay on your chest?”

Björn blinked, trying his best to process that. The man quickly lay on his back, his hand patting his chest. Motioning for her to rest her head.

(Your name) stifled a giggle at his cuteness. It was strange to describe Björn as cute but there was no other word she could think of to describe how adorable he could be at times.

(Your name) gently laid her head on his chest. Her left hand lazily tracing circles on his prickly chest.

“Good night, Björn.”

“Good night, darling.” (Your name) couldn’t find it in herself to correct him on his pet names anymore.

Björn was so giddy. He felt over the moon at the progress he was making with his relationship with (your name). She no longer corrected him when he called her darling and now she touched him.

“Do you want any fish, darling?” Björn asked, a pretty smile resting on (your name)’s face.

“Okay, Björn. Thank you, I really appreciate you.” Björn swooned.

“Ah, of course!” Björn cursed himself for being so awkward. A small giggle leaving (your name). Björn was so cute. “I’ll go get some for you.”

“Pease be safe, Björn!” Björn smiled at (your name).

“Of course. I have you to come home to now, darling.” Björn winked at (your name), causing a blush to flush her cheeks since he caught her off guard.

“I guess I’d miss you if something happened to you.” (Your name) fiddled with her hands. “I guess I’ve come to like you, Bjorn.”

Björn smiled before heading out to door. (Your name) frowning at herself while her heart skipped beats in her chest.

Why on earth was she falling for Björn when she still had Balder?

Balder tightly grasped the locket he had found beside a frozen swimming hole. Tears falling down his face.

She was here… it might’ve been a long time ago, but Balder was completely sure she was once here.

Balder tightly pressed the numerous animal pelts he had collected over the last week onto his pale body for warmth. Icy blue eyes glancing the area for any other sign that (your name) could be around.

Balder was starting to get frustrated with his search. He felt as if he was running circles in this frosted forest from hell. It was impossible to know your way around here and he had been here almost a month.

Not to mention, he had no control over when he was a bear or when he was a man.

Balder huffed before making his way back up the watering hole. He was going to continue his search. No matter how long it took. He wouldn’t give up hope in finding (your name).

But for now, he’d go to the cave where his dead men resided with him. Their corpses were a reminder of what he must do. Balder wanted to save (your name) first and then come back for his dead men once him and her were home.

For now, that cold cave was his shelter. His makeshift home.

Björn sighed at the sight of carnage he found. Various carcasses of moose and elk lay around the forest. This was definitely the work of a new werebear.

Björn was careless. He should’ve made sure he killed all of those men before throwing them in the cave. Better yet, he should’ve destroyed all of their carcasses.

New werebears were dangerous because they didn’t know how to control their animalistic urges or even when they shifted. Not to mention the insatiable hunger.

Björn was going to have to hunt this other werebear down before he disrupted the natural resources even more. Werebears are meant to be born, not created due to their destructive nature.

And at the way this one tore apart the moose and elks, Björn knew this was the work of a polar bear.

Björn growled softly at the thought of that other bear finding his home and hurting (your name).

Like hell Björn would let that happen. He wouldn’t let anyone disturb his family.

Björn continued his trek through the forest to get to the river. He was going to catch some fish for (your name) and make sure he covered their scent as much as possible.

He didn’t want to run into this bear quite yet. Björn needed time to prepare, time to put on more mass, and mod importantly, time to get (your name) to never leave him.

(Your name) happily ate the trout Björn had prepared for the two of them. Björn sitting in front of her with his hands on either side of his face, his honey eyes admiring her.

“Björn… how long have you been here?” Björn froze at the question, a sad smile stretching on his lips. Björn sat upright, placing his hands down on the table.

“Most of my life.” Björn replied. “My parents left me here when I was very, very young.” (Your name) frowned, pausing her meal to place a comforting hand on his right hand. How could a family abandon their child in the forest like this?

“It must’ve been so lonely…” (your name) whispered, her eyes gazing softly into Björn’s.

“I have you now though.” Björn smiled softly. “You’re the first person I’ve ever talked this much to… I really enjoy having you around… I… I don’t know if I could go through that again if you left.”

(Your name) bit her lip. Björn was such a sweet man. He didn’t deserve to be here all alone in the middle of nowhere… it wasn’t fair.

“Well, my fiancé hasn’t searched for me or he might’ve found my carriage and presumed I’m dead at this point…” (your name) muttered, Björn’s eyes shining at her words. “At this rate I might not have anywhere else to go.”

“Then you can stay here. I can take care of you… of us.” Björn excitedly exclaimed before composing himself. “Ah. I didn’t mean to jump the gun. I just really enjoy your company.”

“I enjoy your company too… honey.” (Your name) tested out the pet name she had been thinking of for Björn. He’s been calling her darling for a little over a month or two now, so isn’t it fair that she give him a pet name as well? Ways it strange how she was warming up to the idea of being with Björn?

He was so patient and caring… he always listened to her. He was even more attentive to her than Balder was… it was astounding how such a loving man existed.

Björn’s whole face turned a bright, cherry red.

“Ah… honey?” Björn nervously fiddled with his fingers, the rugged man trying his best not to dissolve into a puddle of goo in his seat. “I… I like it.”

(Your name) giggled, her eyes softening at her companion. She could definitely get used to living with Björn. He was so soft and sweet… like a teddy bear.

“I’m glad you like the nickname…” (your name) smiled softly, her lashes fluttering against her soft skin like the wings of a butterfly. “I… I mean it when I say I enjoy your company. You’re very sweet to me. Even when I can be a little cold at times.”

Björn heart soared higher than an eagle in the sky. She was starting to give into him… but he knew he was going to have to keep being patient if he wanted her to fall for him completely.

“And I enjoy your company, darling.” Björn opened his arms to her, (your name) happily accepting the hug Björn wanted to give her. “So very much.”

A wicked smile crawled in Björn’s lips, his honey colored eyes flashing a gold. Björn was so happy she was starting to see things his way. It really saved him the trouble from having to go to the extremes.

Today was the first day (your name) had been outside since she’s found herself under Björn’s care for the last half of the year. A thoughtfully made fur coat of various animal pelts wrapped around her small figure like a warm hug.

“Honey. Please wait for me. My little legs can’t keep up with your long ones.” Björn chuckled at (your name) before slowing himself down. A soft smile resting on his face as he gazed lovingly at his future mate.

“I’m sorry, darling. I guess I got a little too excited to show you around.” Björn gestured at the beautiful frozen forest. The trees appearing as if they were covered in iridescent crystals. “Right now it’s a winter wonderland.”

(Your name) stared at the view in awe. Björn was right. The forest was very beautiful…

Soft snowflakes slowly began to fall from the sky, their small, fluffy white bodies landing on (your name)’s head like tiny frozen kisses.

A giggle left (your name)’s throat, which in turn cause Björn to admire her happy face.

“I’ll show you where the river is. If we ever get separated for any reason, meet me at the river.” Björn warned her, a stern look on his face. “There’s been a recent disturbance in the forest, so if you happen to run into a bear or a wolf, scream for me and I’ll come.”

“But you wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me.” (Your name) smiled at Björn, taking his large hand in hers. “I trust you, Björn.”

Björn gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She was right. He wouldn’t ever let anything happen to her.

The two continued their trek around the forest until they came to the raging river. The two stopping for a break on the rocky bank.

“I’m going to go on ahead and cut a hole so we can catch some fish. The ice has a tendency to be thin in some areas so I don’t want you to fall through. The current is incredibly strong here so you could easily be swept under and drown.” Björn stated, the giant male motioning for (your name) to sit on a rock. “Stay right here, okay darling?”

(Your name) nodded her head, placing herself on a large rock while Björn got to work. (Eye color) eyes observing Björn slowly treading through the ice, careful not to step on one thin pieces.

(Your name) then glanced around the clearing, her brow furrowing at the quietness of the forest. Shouldn’t there be at least a few birds or any sort of animals making the slightest bit of noise? They all couldn’t be in hibernation or migrated could they?

(Your name) pulled her fur coat closer to herself, trying to shrug off the bad feeling she had. Having Björn there made her feel slightly safer, but she had a gut feeling that someone’s eyes were watching her.

(Your name) glanced one last time over to the forest, a chill running down her spine at what she saw.

There was a giant polar bear to the left and he looked ready to charge at them…

“Björn!” (Your name) shouted, immediately alarming the rugged male, his eyes turning to her direction.

“Darling? What’s the matter?” Björn sucked in a deep breath, his eyes following her shaky hand pointing into the forest. Honey colored eyes meeting icy eyes for the first time in months.

Of course that noble bastard was a werebear now. Björn easily recognized this scent. The polar bear released a loud growl, the humongous white bear slowly making its way towards the pair. It’s sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight, attempting to entice Björn to fight him.

“Run (your name).” Björn commanded, the male carefully, but swiftly made his way back to the rocky bank. “Run and don’t look back. I will find you.”

“But Björn-“ Björn shook his head at (your name), his eyes pleading with her.

“Go down the river. I will find you, I swear.” (Your name) meekly nodded before taking off. The young woman sparing one last glance, concern laced on her face.

“Please be safe, Björn.” (Your name) then fled down the river, Björn quickly shedding his clothes, much to the confusion of the the polar bear.

A loud growl left the polar bear’s throat. Balder had finally found (your name) so why did she run? Was it because she thought he was a monster?

Balder tried to chase after (your name), only for a familiar grizzly to stand in his way. Realization hitting Balder. Björn was the one who took his fiancée, Björn was the one who made him a monster.

A loud roar left Balder, his anger and hatred laced in his battle cry. He wasn’t going to let this beast stand between him and reuniting with his love.

Björn snarled at Balder, the two bears circling each other. A deadly dance about to begin.

Balder was the first to charge, his larger body easily shoving Björn to the ground. The grizzly jumping back up to its feet, it’s sharp claws easily swiping into the polar bear’s side.

Blood dripped from the wound, the polar bear hissing in pain. Balder quickly tackled Björn to the ground. Sharp teeth digging into the back of Björn’s neck, the grizzly desperately trying to get out of Balder’s hold.

Balder was then flipped over, blood dripping from his jaws. Icy blue orbs glaring at the golden eyes of the scarred grizzly. He couldn’t believe his life came to this. To fighting a bear to save his fiancée.

Balder roared, only for his face to be slashed from a powerful swipe from Björn’s claws. Balder was seething in rage. The hunger slowly beginning to hit him again.

Björn huffed, his eyes glancing at the ice. An epiphany hitting him. Björn could tell Balder had little to no control over his bear urges, so why not take advantage of Balder thinking like a bear?

Björn bolted towards the ice covered river. The polar bear growling in anger, immediately giving chase. He wanted to end this. He wanted to devour Björn for taking everything from him.

Björn began to dodge certain parts in the ice, careful not to alert Balder in what he was trying to do.

Balder slowed down, his icy eyes widening as the ice began to crack under him. Balder froze in place, the grizzly bear giving him a toothy grin.

A loud cry escaped the polar bears lips before he plunged into the icy river. The current sweeping him underneath the ice caps. Clawed paws desperately trying to swim to the top, only for the thick ice to prevent him from escaping.

Björn shook his head, carefully making his way back to his clothes.

That should hold his opponent off for awhile while he went to find (your name). Possibly even get rid of him already if he didn’t know how to swim.

Finding (Your name) was his priority right now at the moment. She couldn’t have gotten that far…

(Your name) tried catching her breath, her hands resting on her knees. She had ran the fastest she could to get away from the bear. Tears gathering in her eyes in fear.

She really hoped Björn was okay. A shudder left her throat at the thought of Björn being dead.

(Your name) glanced around the forest, clutching onto her coat for warmth. It was slowly starting to get colder. The chilly air nipping at her cheeks in the way dogs nipped at the feet of sheep.

(Eye color) eyes shifted to the thick brush, a small cave now visible to her.

Björn should be able to find her if she went into that cave right? (Your name) took a deep breath before making her way towards the cave.

A strong gust of wind nearly knocking her over, the snowfall steadily becoming heavier by the minute.

(Your name) trudged through the snow, standing just shy of a foot from the cave. A vile smell filling her nostrils, causing (your name) to gag. She’s never inhaled such a foul smell before.

(Your name) placed an arm over her nose, bravely pushing forward into the cave. The snowfall now turning into a blizzard.

Here’s part 2:

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flowersandbigteeth · 2 years

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Claimed by your bear mate

General Plot: Your dad is having some money trouble and your best friend is there for you.

Word count: 4K

Bear (Hugo) x female reader

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: angst and drama with a happy ending, nsfw werebear smut, vaginal and oral sex, some violence and attempted kidnapping, soft yandere vibe

“I’ve told you a million times you need to get this replaced or the roof is going to cave in,” your best friend Hugo grumbled as he smacked the post that held the roof of your back patio up.

Rotten wood rained down on the two of you and he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head.

“Well of course it is, if you keep smacking it,” you growled, chasing him away from the post. This was very hard to accomplish as he was an nine foot tall werebear who weighed probably just under a ton.

His pretty russet fur sparkled in the afternoon sunlight and his light brown eyes bore down on you, while his muzzle wrinkled.

“Ugh, you’re so stubborn,” he growled, “you have a hard head, you know that?”

“Hugo, I hear what you’re saying, but I can’t afford to replace the thing. I’ll just have to leave it as long as it will hold up. So stop banging on it!” you argued back.

“You’ve never listened to a thing I’ve ever told you!” he snapped.

You’d known Hugo since you were kids. He’d lived next door to you. He’d been a teenager when you were a little kid. He was the first person other than an adult you’d met when your family moved in and you got attached immediatly.

You’d never seen a werebear before and were convinced at 8 that he was your personal giant teddy bear put on Earth exclusively for you to cuddle. From that summer on you followed him around like a puppy to his annoyance, but he still bought you ice creams and made his friends put out their cigarettes around you.

“I am listening! I told you I can’t afford it. You aren’t listening to me!” you snarled back.

There was a whine and a crack and just as he predicted the roof caved in. Hugo had just enough time to grab you and pull you to safety before the whole thing collapsed.

“See? I told you this would happen,” he said, still holding you against his furry chest, “what if I hadn’t been here?”

“Hugo,” you scoffed, “you knocked it down with those massive hands of yours!”

“Of course I did!” he said, “now I can rebuild it.”

“I keep trying to tell you I can’t afford that right now!” you sighed in exasperation.

“Then don’t pay me,” he grumbled, “before you start with me there’s no point in arguing, I’m going to come do it anyway and since when do you have money problems?”

“It’s not really that bad,” you said, “they just reduced my hours at the factory so I don’t have extra for stuff like this.”

“You should have told me, I could spot you for a while.”

“Hugo, you’re my friend, I’m not going to ask you for money, that’s ludicrous!” you said.

“See? Hard headed. Stubborn. You’re like a little ox!” he huffed.

You suddenly realized he was still holding you and blushed reflexively. He was warm, his fur was soft, and he usually smelled like cedar wood and pine from his work as a carpenter.

“Come on inside, there’s nothing we can do right now. Let me make you a sandwich,” you grumbled back, pulling away from him.

He followed you in and a few minutes later you passed him four peanut butter and honey sandwiches cut into triangles. Hugo was a big grump but he loved honey and if you wanted to put him in a good mood it was the best cure.

Peacefully munching on his sandwiches he explained to you what kind of roof he was going to put on your new patio and you smiled at how much you liked having him around.

“(Y/N)?! You home?!”

Your dad’s voice echoed through your house and Hugo winced.

“In the kitchen!” you called and he appeared a moment later, glaring when his eyes focused on Hugo.

“You’re still hanging around with this animal?” he snarled.

“Dad,” you groaned, “can we please not do this, this time? Hugo is a person just like you and me, just like all of the other Fairyfolk in the world.”

“They don’t belong here!”

“Stop it! Not in my house! Why are you here, dad?” you snapped.

He schooled his features and you knew the ask was coming. You hardly saw your father unless he needed money.

“I’m not doing so good sweetie,” he said, “got in a little trouble playing cards.”

You rubbed your eyes.

“How much do you need this time?” you asked blandly.

“Not much…just to get me by until this thing I got going pans out…5…6 thousand at most.”

Your mouth dropped.

“6 thousand dollars?!” you gasped, “dad, I don’t have money like that!”

“You’ve got good credit, you bought this house. Can’t you take out a personal loan?”

“Dad, I bought this house with money grandma left me.”

You were hardly surprised your grandmother didn’t tell him about the inheritance that was skipping a generation and going directly to you.

“Then you owe me! I can’t believe that old bat gave you this whole house and didn’t leave me a thing! I swear, she always did hate me!”

Feeling a little guilty that your grandmother had made it no secret what she thought of her drinking, gambling son, you walked across the kitchen to where you kept some cash for emergencies.

You fished the roll of wrinkled twenties you’d saved in a jar until it added up to a small chunk you kept in the house in case the grid went down or something insane like that happened and you had to deal in cash. It was a silly thing to be paranoid about, but you still had it.

“Look, I can give you 5 or 6 hundred, but that’s all the emergency savings I’ve got.”

Hugo growled.

“Put that back,” he ordered, “you’re not giving him a dime.”

Your mouth dropped open looking at him. Hugo had never liked your parents, but he’d never interjected directly.

“This is a family matter,” your dad hissed, “get the fuck out.”

“I’m not in your house,” Hugo said and took another bite of his sandwich, licking honey off of his fingers, “and it’s disgraceful that you’re here begging for money from your daughter for gambling debt! You should be a-fucking-shamed.”

Deep down your father probably was ashamed, which is why he lashed out.

“(Y/N) as your father I am telling you to get this animal out of here! He’s nothing but a flea bitten piece of shit no one wants!”

Hugo stood up and looked down at the human man that barely came up to the top of his chest.

“You gonna throw me out, human?” he asked, picking him up by the back of his neck and carrying him effortlessly like a naughty puppy out your front door, before locking it and returning.

You leaned against the wall, pushing out a heavy breath.

“God, I hate when he does that,” you groaned, “I want to help him, but it never ends!”

Hugo leaned against the same wall and looked down at you.

“You were going to give him $600? How much money have you already given him?” he demanded.

You looked to the side a little ashamed, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh I don’t know,” you said, trying to minimize it, “just a few hundred dollars here and there.”

“(Y/N), I’ve known you long enough to know when you are lying, how much?” he asked again.

You looked up at him and a tear slipped past your cheek.

“Over the past year? Maybe ten thousand…but not all at once…it just added up,” you muttered.

Hugo drew in an annoyed hiss.

“You can’t even keep your house up! You can’t afford to do this…so what? He can just throw it all away while everything you’ve worked for falls apart?”

Tears tumbled down your cheeks and you hid your face in your hand.

“I know! I know!” you sniffled, “it’s just he’s my dad…how do I say no when he says he’s going to be out on the street? He has my mom calling me begging, talking about how there’s nothing in the fridge!”

You let out a loud sob and Hugo felt horrible that he’d gone too far in his lecturing. He never wanted to make you cry.

“Come here. I can’t stand it when you cry,” he said, pulling you into his big warm arms and holding your head to his chest with his massive hand.

He just rocked you in his arms for a while, letting you breathe in his woody scent. When your sobs had slowed he wiped your cheeks with the thick pads of his hands.

“I know you love him honey cake, but you can’t keep doing this,” he said, “people who care about you don’t drain you dry.”

You nodded conceding his point, though you weren’t sure you could hold yourself to that. Your dad had his ways of bullying you. Usually he’d have your mom call you later and tell you a sob story about how she needed something or another…a car repair or something you couldn’t say no to.

Hugo scooped you up like nothing and carried you to your living room, laying you down on the couch.

“You take a nap, I’m going to go over to the lumber yard and pick up some stuff for your patio,” he said.

You opened your mouth, but he held up his hand.

“Pointless,” he said, “this is happening. Go to sleep.”

He brushed the fuzzy knuckles of his clawed hands over your eyes so gently, pushing them shut. You sank back into the couch knowing it would be fruitless to argue. Hugo almost always got his way.

—

You woke in the middle of the night. You were only aware it was night because it was dark when your front door was kicked in.

Startled, you hopped up to see two large dark figures bending down to shove their huge forms through the opening.

In the dim light spilling in from your kitchen you saw they were orcs! They were a clean looking pair, wearing expensive tactical gear with neat haircuts.

“Well this is convenient, the scrap is right here,” one of them chuckled, smacking the other in the chest and pointing at you.

You screamed and hopped over the couch, bolting for the backdoor but when you got there it was stuck. The damn debris from the rotten porch was blocking it. Panicked, you scrambled around your kitchen for a weapon, grabbing a knife.

“There’s no use fighting, scrap,” one of them called to you as they stomped slowly through the house, not at all in a hurry, “your daddy already made the sale. There’s nowhere to run. You belong to the boss.”

You couldn’t process his words, trying to figure out if you could fit out of the window over your sink. Your body was hanging halfway out of it when they dragged you back in by the ankles.

You screamed in pure terror as the orc easily knocked the knife from your hand and wrapped his thick hand around your neck. A moment later there was a rumbling that sounded like a freight train and your entire kitchen wall caved in. Your eyes were like saucers, trying to peer through the dust at the enormous figure panting in the settling debris.

“Hugo?” you wheezed as the familiar form of the bear slowly materialized.

He didn’t wait to lose his advantage, though, and with surprising speed attacked the orc holding you. The orcs were big, but he was ferocious and he cared quite a bit more about you than they did. Faced with an almost ton bear bearing his teeth and claws, the orc dropped you immediately to defend himself. The other orc tried to help his friend and they all went down in a pile of green elbows and fur.

You couldn’t stop screaming, terrified of what would happen if they overpowered Hugo. That didn’t seem to be as concerning as you thought when he grabbed one of them by the ankles and threw him into the other one. You heard bones crack as the two of them flew through the drywall that separated your kitchen from your living room, breaking all the furniture in their way to splinters.

Feral and bloody, Hugo held out his hand to you.

“Come with me,” he snapped.

You didn’t hesitate, practically climbing him to get to his shoulders and wrapped your arms around his wide neck. He dashed back out of your house through the hole in the wall, bouncing you in his arms, and jumped in the driver’s side of his truck.You were too panicked to wonder why his truck was oddly parked just out of view of your front window, not in your driveway as it would have been if he were visiting.

He pulled out onto the street and you panted into his chest, trying to slow your racing heart.

“Wh-what…what was that? They said something about my dad and a sale, Hugo what did they mean by that? What’s going on? Who were those people?”

You were panicking, speaking rapidly and hyperventilating.

“Shhh, shhh,” he said, petting your head with one hand with the other on the wheel, “I have a hunch, but first we need to go to my father and deal with this.”

You had no idea what he meant by that, but just went limp in his arms, exhausted and running out of adrenaline. He roused you in front of his family’s house. Not the small one he and his parents had lived in next to your childhood home, but the big one his dad bought later that supported the bear pack.

Bears weren’t natively a pack species, but prejudices between humans and fairyfolk drove most were-people into odd miss matched packs for safety and community. Hugo’s dad, Riker, was the alpha and he would take over someday when his dad retired if he passed the largely ceremonial vote. They were far more egalitarian than, for example, a wolf pack, but just as loyal.

He’d always been nice to you when you’d met him, but you didn't see him very often, probably since you were a teenager. He didn’t bother banging on the door when he entered, his father had already heard him coming and was standing in the front room turning on the light when Hugo carried you in.

“What’s going on, son?” he asked, squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

He looked just like his son with russet fur, on the more reddish side and light brown eyes, but he had streaks of silver and white running through it.

“Her father fucking sold her,” he snarled, cradling you to his chest like you were a rescued puppy.

Riker frowned and blinked at you, trying to remember who you were.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, “goddess, you were just a little thing the last time I saw you. You’ve grown so much. No wonder Hugo is always going on about you…”

He shook his head and waved you all into the living room. As his dad handed you all small glasses of scotch to calm you down, Hugo explained how he saw the situation. Your dad had come looking for money earlier in the day, saying he had gambling debt. The same night, orcs break into your house implying he sold you. It was all pretty cut and dry when he spelled it out like that.

“Wait…what were you doing outside my house?” you asked as it suddenly occurred to you that he had appeared just in time.

“I’m always at you- I- I mean-I was…I-I left a…tool on your porch and I was just coming by to pick it up,” he said quickly.

There was a long silence as Riker’s eyebrows went up and he took a long sip of his drink.

“At 3am?” you asked.

Hugo shrugged.

“It was expensive, I didn’t want it to get stolen in your neighborhood…the crime has been pretty bad…” he rambled on.

“Okay,” his dad cut in to save his son, “that’s not really important right now. What is important is what we can do to protect (Y/N).”

“I think the best thing you can do, Hugo, is mate her,” he said, as if that were the obvious answer, “with your bite on her neck it’ll be clear she’s under the pack’s protection and any Fairyfolk won’t want her.”

“Woah,” you said, holding up your hands and stiffening in Hugo’s lap, “mate me? Bite me? What are you talking about?”

Riker gave you a sort of sympathetic look and glanced at his son.

“Bears bite their mates to mark them with a scar,” he said, “to any Fairyfolk it would be impossible to sell you. Any potential buyer would know right away you weren’t a maiden and your entire pack was going to chase them to the ends of this realm and the next to get you back. It’s not at all worth the trouble and a human…well they wouldn’t have any hope of keeping you.”

Riker’s pack had police officers, construction workers, ex-marines, fighting trainers, an entire biker gang…just a completely random selection of bears who all happened to be ten feet tall, doing the sorts of jobs bears did. They were not the sort of bunch you wanted chasing after you for anything if you valued your life.

“Oh,” you said, “but isn’t that kind of important?”

You looked at Hugo.

“I don’t want you to waste your bite on me,” you said.

He looked at you with the most sincere face he’d ever made.

“It would not at all be a waste,” he said.

Your cheeks flooded with color.

“I’m going to give you two a minute to talk this over,” Riker said, hopping up and making himself scarce.

You shook your head and your flush away.

“You’re doing too much for me, Hugo,” you said, trying to hop out of his lap, “I can’t let you ruin your future like this.”

He wrinkled his nose in pure frustration.

“You are the most infuriatingly stubborn little ox I have ever known!” he snapped, “will you please just let me protect you without fighting me, once?”

You crossed your arms.

“What do you mean for once? I listen to you all the time! You are the bossiest, grumpiest bear in the whole world!” you snapped back, “I’m trying to save you from a life of misery with someone you don’t love!”

“I do love you, you idiot! I’m in love with you!” he snarled, “I’ve loved you since you were a little girl getting ice cream all in my fur! Do you think I would follow your bullheaded, ornery ass around every day trying to keep you out of trouble if I wasn’t head over heels for you?!”

You drew in an incensed breath and hissed the next words out all in one angry breath.

“Well, I'm in love with you, too, you surly asshole! I think it's pretty obvious I always have been. So…so…”

You blinked at him, your mouth falling open, kind of losing where you were going with that as you processed what you'd both admitted.

“What?” you both asked at once.

You both looked at each other and then years of pent up tension burst like a dam breaking.

Hugo threw you against the couch and his massive body pinned you to the cushions as his tongue found yours. You clutched his furry cheeks in your hands, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You wanted all however many hundred pounds of him there were all over you.

His tongue danced with yours, as his claws started stripping clothes off of you in shreds.

“I’m going to mark you and mate you and make you mine,” he growled into your ear as he nipped at the skin with his sharp teeth. You heard the fabric of your shirt tear as he jerked it with them, leaving your breasts bare in the cool room. Your nipples pebbled and you arched your back into him.

“Please…I need you,” you gasped, burying your fingers in his fur. You tried to grind your hips into the thick thigh pressed between them.

“Goddess, I've waited so long to taste you,” he murmured, his tongue making its way in wet laps down your neck and over your stiff nipples. Taking your entire breast in his big mouth he practically drooled on you laving his tongue over one. Your fingertips jerked his fur until it stung, but your tiny hands were hardly even noticeable as he was solely focused on devouring your body.

He’d waited a lifetime for this and he was laser focused on completing the task. The events of the rest of the night were lost on the two of you as he parted your folds with his fat fingers and started lapping at your pussy.

“Ahhhh! Yes!” you screamed, tightening your thighs around his head.

His fur felt so luxurious and soft, rubbing against the tender flesh. You stretched one hand behind your head to give yourself leverage as you ground your cunt into his muzzle.

He hummed and grunted, sounding just like a bear enjoying a comb of honey as he ate you. Pleasure built in your core until it came exploding through your body in a bright wave. If Hugo had been human you would have probably popped the bones in his neck with how hard you squeezed his head between your thighs.

You tried pushing his head away, but he shoved your legs open, lapping up the juices that flooded your channel with long messy licks.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you cried as his tongue brushed your oversensitive clit every so often until he’d gotten his fill and you’d been thrust into a second lingering orgasm.

His eyes flicked up to you with nothing but predator in them and he tore open his pants without bothering to think what he was going to wear when he was done with you. The massive cock bobbing in front of him frightened you at first and you tried to scramble back on the couch only to be pinned in place by his big hand.

“You can take it honey cake,” he cooed, as he eagerly lined it up with your wet channel and inched his massive phallus inside.

He stretched you slowly, letting you get used to him as he watched your face to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. You were so much smaller, with tiny little hips compared to his large ones. Every so often he glanced down at his cock splitting your little body and groaned with satisfaction.

“Minnnne,” he growled, unable to stop himself from thrusting it in the rest of the way.

You gasped so full, your abdomen distended from how big he was inside you. He tried his best to start slowly, pushing himself in and out of you with firm, hard thrusts, but soon his muzzle and fingers were buried in your hair and he was pounding into you, drawing the breath from your lungs. You could only desperately cling to his fur as he took you, listening to him muttering your name and how fucking perfect you were in your ear.

Eventually his words just devolved into growls and grunts, pushing your eyes back in your head and making your skin tingle. His thick cock stretched you beyond anything you’d felt before and the angle he rammed into you battered your G-spot pushing you relentlessly towards your end. You screamed into his ear without meaning to when you came and he would have been happy if it were the last sound he ever heard.

As it rang, he stiffened, your pussy clamping down around him, milking his cock. He wished he could hold on longer, he wanted to stay buried inside of you for the rest of his life if possible, but your scent surrounding him, blending with his and your tight channel massaging his cock with your slick passage threw him over the edge.

He emptied his hot cum into you, sinking his teeth into your neck. The bite hurt, but not like a violent pain. It was more like an intense pressure that pushed you into another, unexpected orgasm, your pussy spasming wildly and your body trembling. You gasped as pleasure and warmth enveloped you and finally went limp.

You saw your blood staining his large teeth as he pulled away and you stiffened just slightly.

“It’s okay, honey cake,” he purred, pulling your bruised body into his arms as he eased himself out of you gently.

“So am I your mate now?” you asked softly, “forever?”

He nuzzled your nose with his muzzle and hummed at you, licking the wound on your neck.

“Mhhmm.”

You giggled, as it tickled slightly, and brushed his cheek.

“Okay,” you said.

“Oh. I thought you were trying to put me off,” a strange deep voice grumbled from the doorway.

“I told you, she’s mated,” Riker told the orc standing there. He was wearing a designer suit and had long olive hair in a ponytail.

“Ugh,” he spat, “fucking bears. Well, if she can’t pay the debt, the old man is going to have to do it himself.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Hugo spat, pulling you to his chest to hide your body behind his huge arms.

The orc grinned.

“My name is not important,” he said, “what is important is the debt the little ladies’ father owes me that he now cannot repay.”

“What are you going to do to him?” you gasped.

“Don’t worry darling,” he smirked, “I’m not going to kill him if that’s what you think. Though I think you should know your father sold you to avoid a year of working for me to pay off his debt. I was never going to harm him unless he didn’t comply. It wasn't even that much money. You’re worth a lot more than $3,000. He really doesn’t deserve your concern.”

You drew your brow.

“He told me it was $6,000!” you hissed.

The disappointed orc just tipped his head at the two of you and made his exit. Riker glanced between the two of you and looked amused.

“Why don’t you take (Y/N) up to one of the guest rooms and I’ll find you two some clothes in the morning,” he offered and with a huge blush on your cheeks you let Hugo carry you up the stairs.

“Hugo…I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, but…you don’t have to tell me the truth. Whatever the real reason was…I’m glad you were at my house tonight,” you whispered into his chest, “I love you.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said, smiling wanly to himself as he kissed your head.

#werebear #werebear x human #werebear x reader #x reader #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster smut #yandere smut #yandere male #yandere x reader #soft yandere #monster x reader #size difference

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strawberrypoundtown · 4 months

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Masterlist

Last update: July 1st

A masterlist of all my works that is updated regularly. If you'd like to make a request, please click here to read my limits

Jesse Vi (Werewolf) x Fem!Reader:

Introduction

Prompt

Fluff moment 1

Jesse's Girl: Part 1

Clayton Briggs (Werebear) x Fem!Reader:

Introduction

Pregnancy Fluff: 1 - 2

Dummies Guide to Hibernation: Part 1

Bruce Soli (Minotaur) x Witch!Reader:

Introduction

Bullheaded: Part 1

Yandere!Minotaur x Yandere!Fem!Reader:

Prompt

Part 1

Orc x Halforc!Fem!Reader:

Part 1

Part 2

Incubus x Fem!Reader:

Part 1

Demon x Stoner!Fem!Reader:

Prompt

Horny moment 1

Part 1 (COMING SOON)

REQUESTS OPEN

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kiwicopia · 1 year

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Synopsis: When getting shipwrecked on a strange, uninhibited island, you start to realize that this lost isle isn't as devoid of life as you thought. Monsters of myth roam the land and surrounding sea, lying in wait for a beauty like you. Will you survive, or will the slightest indulgence of carnal desire be your downfall?

Contents: female reader, yandere characters, monster fucking, blood and gore, slight gaslighting, manipulation, use of creature ability, mate-like mannerisms and intentions, cursing, kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome.

Notes: Main parts flow into one another like usual chapters. Part two is basically endgame with that specified character. The reader kind of sleeps her way around the island. Titles suck, but bear with me.

1. The Cat's Meow (Nekomata!Itadori) | Part Two

2. Exquisite Equine (Qilin!Yuta) | Part Two

3. Screams of Satisfaction (Banshee!Inumaki) | Part Two

4. A Little Bit of Mischief (Azeban!Shiu) | Part Two

5. Man's Best Friend (Werewolf!Megumi) | Part Two

6. Fiendish Fantasies (Ghoul!Mahito) | Part Two

7. The Sweetest Melody (Adarna Bird!Gojo) | Part Two

8. Dark Luck (Black Stag!Geto) | Part Two

9. Shiny Little Trinkets (Dragon!Nanami) | Part Two

10. Sinister Stallion (Kelpie!Choso) | Part Two

11. Sinful Succulence (Naga!Higuruma) | Part Two

12. Grizzly Encounters (Werebear!Toji) | Part Two

13. Water Panther (Mishipeshu!Ino) | Part Two

14. Maze of Madness (Minotaur!Hakari) | Part Two

15. A Chance with God (Oni!Trueform!Sukuna) | Part Two

♥️ Divider by benkeibear ♥️

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create-a-creature · 11 months

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Rules of the Underdark

My pen name here is Persephone! I write for monsters and fantasy species. My works will be with original characters, please do not claim them for your own or write for them without permission.

{Do not repost, claim, copy or translate my works. Do not claim or copy my characters.}

Will not write for:

-Smut

-Polyamory

-Incest

-Rape

-Yandere

If I am uncomfortable with an ask I will decline it.

Will write for:

-Inspired characters. Such as someone sending in an ask for an Orc biker x reader, or a Vampire who’s a barista, etc.

-Headcannons/Scenarios. Just short little ideas of what a character would do or how they would be like.

-Blurbs. Short stories that will not be super detailed and are more like fleshed out ideas.

-One shots. Full short stories, with detailed characters and plot.

I write for monsters and fantasy species. If I’m uncomfortable with a certain monster type, I will simply let you know and decline the request.

Some creatures I write for are…

-Mothmen/Mothmaidens

-Orcs

-Driders/Arachne

-Satyrs

-Werewolves/Werebears/Werecreatures

(Just some ideas, I can’t list every single one)

Masterlist

#persephone posts #orc x reader #mothman x reader #monster x reader #drider x reader #werewolf x reader #rules #rules of the underdark

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ghostlyforxst · 2 years

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𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫-𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬!

|𖥸|𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓|𖥸|𝐑𝐄𝐐.𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒|𖥸|𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒|𖥸|

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEALED WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 PLATONIC YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU WITH NAGA! TAMAKI AMAJIKI COURTING READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 GIDDY UP, BABY!// KEN RYUGUJI X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SEAL WITH A KISS// TAISHIRO TOYOMITSU X F! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 HERE LIES THE BEGINNING// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 SHINY NEW THINGS// YANDERE NAGA! KIRIBAKU X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 WEREBEAR! GYOMEI HIMEJIMA X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MHA CHARACTERS AS TYPES OF YANDERES HEADCANNONS

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 YANDERE! RENGOKU KYOJURO X GN! READER

𓂃𓍊𓋼𓂂𓏸 MANIFESTING..

©𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐗𝐄𝐒𝐓 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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PART ONE

Okay so this is a list of my short stories, with links leading to each post. Some stories have been discontinued, some are complete. And some are ongoing. I list the name of the story, who is paired in the story, what the character/person is from, and lastly if it's complete, ongoing, or discontinued. If there are multiple parts, they should all be linked.

NON-REQUESTED STORIES

1.) The Phoenix & The King (1-?)

• King Harald Finehair X Jade Clegane OC

• Vikings & Game of Thrones crossover

|DISCONTINUED|

2.) Lean On Me (1-2) - (2-2)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETE|

3.) You Are Mine, And I Am Yours. (1-1)

• Toecutter X Reader

• Mad Max (1979)

|COMPLETE|

4.) My Sweet (1-?)

• Dani Filth X Yandere!Reader

• Cradle of Filth

|DISCONTINUED|

5.) My Sweet Domesticated Demon (1-1)

• Hellboy X Reader

• Hellboy (2004)

|Completed|

6.) One man's trash, is another man's treasure. (1-4) - (2-4) - (3-4) - (4-4)

• Bo Sinclair X Reader

• House of Wax (2005)

|COMPLETED|

7.) Sudden Appearances (1-1)

• Dr. Nelson Wright X Reader

• Flatliners (1990)

|COMPLETED|

8.) Giving into Desire (1-1)

• Jeff Hardy X Reader

• WWE

|COMPLETED|

9.) Swimming Lessons (1-1)

• John Marston X Reader

• Red Dead Redemption 2

|COMPLETED|

10.) This wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did. (1-5) - (2-5) - (3-5) - (4-5) - (5-5)

• Peter Steele X Reader

• Type O Negative

|COMPLETED|

11.) Life & Death (1-1)

• Death!Jeff Hardy X Life!Reader