#captain bear

[little-autumn-serenade]

I haven't drawn my boy, Bear, in a long time, but it was a perfect excuse to try out painting digitally some more! For once he actually looks somewhat like a clone trooper, at least compared to my old drawings but likeness is my biggest issue with art tbh...

Any way he's my big soft clone trooper boy and I love him

[bluegiragi]

some domestic monster!141 antics :3 (more notes under the cut)

early access + nsfw on patreon

-Gaz and Price sleep shirtless to lessen discomfort around their wings

-When the 141 sleep in a pile, Price tends to try cover them all with his remaining wing. It's a subconscious dragon thing done out of protective instinct for a hoard.

-Soap is scared of heights. His inner wolf is very uncomfortable not being on the ground.

-Currently, Price is the only person Simon is okay with being fully shirtless/naked around.

[oopsdevil]

king of dilfs

pls like on tiktok so i can get out of the shadowb*n ♡ - talkingflo

[gomzdrawfr]

Bear!Price

[chamomiletealeaf]

Bear!hybrid Price x reader drabble

Warnings: afab!reader, sex, mating press, kind of breeding kink? little bit of lactation kink?

Inclusivity note: Referring to reader’s pussy as “pink” meaning the inside of it, not the labia; Price is huge since he’s part bear, so anyone would look tiny next to him.

Bear!hybrid Price who fucks you good and hard in a mating press, making sure you stay in place while he pounds your tight little cunt, tears spilling out of your eyes from how good he’s filling you. His fangs bared against your neck as he growls saying how well he’s gonna fuck you, how much he loves how you take his massive thick cock in such a tiny, cute little pussy all swollen and pink for him.

His bear DNA making him so much bigger than an average human male and loves how he can so easily toss you around.

And when you finally give him some chunky little cubs, you breast feed them, their little fangs scratching you on accident making you yelp a bit. And when you finish feeding them and they go off to play Price says:

“Aww one of the little ones nicked ya? Here lemme kiss it and make it better.” He says before he licks and sucks at your nipple, secretly wanting a taste of his own.

[ghostlywhiskey]

price who can’t get enough of you when he’s home. he loves sunday mornings with you solely for the fact you both lazily lay in bed for a bit before he goes for a morning run, leaving you in bed to keep resting.

when he comes back he’s sweaty, his shirt already off and slung around his neck as he walks through the bedroom door. your still laying in bed in one of his t-shirts, smiling over at him as you sit up. without even showering first he walks over to you, leaning over as his fists rest on the bed to steady himself as he kisses you and your hands grabbing the tshirt around his neck to keep him close.

you’d never admit it out loud but you loved the scent of him after he’s gone for a run - the thick scent of cologne now mixed with sweat. the way his body hair clung to him, your hands running up his abdomen to his chest before you place your hands on his neck as he kisses your own neck, nipping at the skin. his hands running up under your shirt, grabbing your breasts.

the both of you adjust on the bed, removing the little clothing covering your bodies before he teases your entrance with his cock, gliding it up and down your wet folds. the sound of your wet cunt squishing slightly as he slides in. his soft groan mixed with your whimpers as he thrusts. grabbing his biceps, his hands go to your hips, gently rocking his body into yours. “that's it, love...will my bunny be a good girl for her bear and show him just how much she loves him?” he coos into your ear as he bites and tugs on your earlobe.

the nickname so innocent when he called you it in public, but he made it sound so dirty when you two were behind closed doors. “my big bear feels so good,” you cried, nails digging into his skin. he put his hand on your neck, and then turned your head to the side a bit. “you’re doing an amazing job, love,” the whisper in your ear making you shiver. “oh..my bunny’s tight, so tight” he groans.

you really did love when he was home.

[callofdudes]

*clears throat*

*leans into mic*

✨ Barry Sloane ✨

[punkbarnes2]

Quick art of Sebastian with his Silver \bear of best acting at the Berlin Film Festival, congratulations sweetie, we love you <3

Reminding that my commissions are still open babies, and you can also support me on Ko-fi

And the online store will be fully available soon <3

[mehh141]

Big military bois 🫡

Cap and Bear together

@deadbranch

[enitsirk]

KISSES! Kisses for everyone!!

[vampirekilmerfic]

Barry Sloane in ITV's new show "Passenger".

Thanks to arzgior for the amazing video edit.

[gomzdrawfr]

Imagine having bear!Price all to yourself

you don't have to, here let me show you instead

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thinking about bear hybrid Price again. Just so sleepy and big who snuggles up to you covering you with his massive paws :( hair always so messy and he’s always warm and snuggly and soft and a lil’ chubby. He’d lay on your chest, putting his full weight on you making it a bit harder to breathe but he falls asleep so fast you don’t have the heart to move him so you just scratch his cute lil’ fluffy ears:(

He’d eat a lot too, and you’d always make sure he was nice and fed, especially before winter so he can just sleep with you all cozy the whole winter :(

[edzephyr]

I was walking to the gym one day and saw a bear with some trash on the street. He was on a small sun-faded plastic child's chair.

On the way back, the bear was gone, but I noticed a trail of white fluff down the street. As I walked, I realised it was the bear's innards, and I found the bear's skin torn up in an abandoned trolley.

The rest is as follows:

A wash (it took about half an hour to collect all his stuffing)

2. Reassembly and pet brush to de-matt

3. Eyes polished. (they were all scratched up)

4. Eyebrows

5. Nose (science blue)

6. Boots

7. Pants

8. Tunic (with a hand-embroidered emblem and some spare braid)

9. Spock

10. Spirk

🙃

BONUS: I also found this guy recently. Another project!

Now who on earth could that remind me of

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway happy valentines day!

[the-californicationist]

Ursa Major

Lumberjack John Price, retired British Army captain, owns and operates 5,000 acres of selective harvesting land for his logging company. Unfortunately, you work for an environmental firm as a consultant, and it’s your job to tell him he has to stop logging at once since his harvest is encroaching on rare bear habitats. But, something’s not quite right about the bears, or about these lumberjacks, and you’re determined to get to the bottom of it.

Bear Price is here! Hope y'all enjoy it. Make sure to subscribe on AO3 or check back here for (hopefully) weekly updates.

Huge thanks to my alpha reader, @vampirekilmerfic for sticking with me through the planning stages, and to my faithful betas, @gemmahale and @eclecticgrimlin 🩷 Love y'all so much.

Another long fic, here we go!

[titaniasfairy]

i need to be laid out across john prices lap in a pretty two piece, the most filthiest things spewing out of his mouth right into my ear as his hand meets my ass over and over i’m craving it . . .

oh this is just making me think about john applying your sun screen for you…

i made this longer than intended lol

18+ MDNI!!

cw: no smut just very suggestive, fem!reader, dom!price, price is dilf tbh, spanking, massaging

the weather’s getting warmer, and all you want is to lay across your longue chair by your backyard pool to soak up the sun and feel the rays on your soft skin.

your skimpy bikini barely covers your ass and tits, the material tightly clinging to your body while your heart-shaped sunglasses tied the “outfit” together.

you weren’t aware you had an audience when you were bending over to lay your towel down and a loud hiss and groan could be heard behind you. chuckling, you turn around to greet your crowd.

“like what you see, hm?”

john stood there in his army green t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts behind you, looking as middle-aged as he could. his eyes were squinting while he pulled down his aviators to get a good look at his girl.

“i certainly do.”

price approaches you and hugs you from behind, his big hands fully encasing your waist. your head leans back against his chest and john takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck.

in between pecks and light sucks on the warm flesh, john whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

“y’know how good you look in this? tryin’ to give a show to the neighbors, huh?”

you let out a light laugh and his grip on your waist tightens. “i’m not messin’ with you, luv. you lookin’ to show off for someone?”

john’s voice is low and hoarse in your ear, sending shivers down your spine and butterflies to your cunt with each syllable he says. you can tell he’s worked up too from the growing bulge poking your lower back.

“you know it’s all for you, honey.”

“it better be.”

you successfully wiggle out of his grip and grab the sunscreen laying on your chair. you turn around to face john and the bottle opens with a pop of the cap.

“i was thinking… maybe you could help me put this on? you know i can’t reach all the spots on my back.”

price exhales with a huff, seemingly laughing at your offer. but how could he deny you when you’re looking up at him like that?

“i’d be fuckin’ glad to.”

you eagerly hand him the bottle, excited to get his hands running up and down your body. john takes the bottle from you and takes a step back, observing your body.

“on your back, i wanna see those pretty tits poking up at me.”

john’s dirty words make your pussy clench around nothing, your thighs squeezing together while you stare in front of him.

giving you a ‘what are you waiting for’ look, john urges you lay down on the chair. before you could settle, john is pushing you down and covering his hands in sunscreen.

“good lord…” he exclaims, his hands finally coming down to cover your legs in spf. his calloused hands massage the sunscreen into your calves and thighs, john’s eyes trained on your face to see your reactions.

“that feel good, luv?”

releasing a sigh, you smile and nod. john has always had a way with his hands, whether it be when he’s massaging your shoulders after a long day or groping your tits while he’s pounding you hard.

“i know it does, i know.”

his hands begin to move from your thighs to your pelvis and tummy, making sure every inch of you is covered in sunscreen. with each squeeze of your skin, john his groaning out explicatives as he gazes on your figure. your eyes can’t help but fall to his now raging boner throbbing in his shorts. before you could protest, rough hands pull your tits out of your bikini top.

“w-wait john! someone could see-”

“let em’ watch, give em somethin’ to look at.”

john applies more sunscreen, this time he squirts the product directly onto your tits. the sudden coldness of the lotion makes your nipples harden, even in the heat. john’s hands rub the lotion in, groping and squeezing at your tits and tweaking your hard nipples.

“f-fuck, john..”

your back arches and he laughs- the bastard laughs at you. your thighs are clenched together and your legs are crossed to apply pressure to your cunt.

“jesus christ these tits are gorgeous. look at you, squeezin’ your thighs together like a hopeless slut.”

his hands suddenly leave your tits and move to your shoulders and arms. you try to protest, but john’s hands are already holding your wrists to stop you from moving.

“what’s the problem, lovie? m’just doin’ what you asked.”

you couldn’t really argue with the man that was making you this horny, so you just sat back and allowed john to cover the rest of your front in the lotion.

“on my lap now, gotta get your back.”

john pats his thighs and sits next to you and you’re quick to lay across his lap, your ass perfectly in the center and your groin laid exactly on his hard bulge.

“holy shit, babe.”

a hard smack is laid on your ass, leaving a white handprint of sunscreen on your bottom. john begins to rub the lotion on your ass, adoring the way your flesh jiggles with each touch.

“make sure to get my back!”

while your voice is muffled, the reminder earns you another smack to ass. “i’ll take my time if i want. if you don’t watch your mouth you’ll have to start counting em’.”

“y-yes sir.”

his strict tone makes you grind down on his cock, trying desperately to calm the urge in your cunt. john’s hands land back on your waist and grip hard, effectively stopping you from grinding on him. in an instant, john stands up and carries you bridal style to the door.

“hey wait-!”

“had enough, we’re goin’ to the bedroom.”

“but what about-”

“you can sunbathe later.”

ty sm for the ask!!

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