#werebear x human

[flowersandbigteeth]

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.

[monstersandmaw]

Holy moly, folks, this one was supposed to be a 3k word story, ready to post in the middle of the month, and (a bit like the last one which was 12k) it morphed into nearly 15k of feels and fun... oof. Thank you so much to those who reassured me on Discord that it was ok to take a few extra days to make sure it was something I was happy to post. I hope you enjoy Celann the grumpy werebear...

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Anyway, apologies for the delay! I wish you a very merry festive season, and hopefully there'll be another little Christmas bonus for you too, as per the poll from a while ago. May 2024 bring you every happiness and blessing, folks. And here's to many more stories and characters to share and enjoy.

Content: gender and body neutral reader who is a healer/surgeon, a thinly-disguised Roman Empire/Iron Age Britain setting, a secondary character is seriously injured (no super-gory descriptions, only a brief catalogue of her injuries), a big, gruff and reserved loner werebear, brief brush with hypothermia from the reader, some good old 'cuddling for warmth', and some penetrative sex later on too.

Wordcount: a whopping 14,585!

Castle Rise Outpost, in the extreme, northernmost reaches of the Republic’s ever-expanding territories, was hardly the most illustrious or auspicious posting you could have hoped for.

As you and your tired horse plodded along the sandy track over the region’s high, wind-blasted heath, your heart ached for every last mile that stretched between there and your warmer homeland. It all seemed so far behind you now, but this was a new start and a new adventure as the surgeon and healer attached to one of the Republic’s vast network of military outposts, and you were determined to make a good life of it.

Gods though, this place really was desolate.

On your right, away to the east where the light was fast fading, a dense forest of gnarled and mossy oak trees looked as though it was spilling down from the rolling hills and tumbling inexorably down into the valley in a wild, green tangle, and below the treeline, a fast-flowing river cut through the landscape in a dark and sinuous ribbon. The water was rich with tannins from the falling leaves in the forest, and as the ebbing light caught it, you thought ominously of the colour of blood. Behind the forest, as the afternoon darkened towards the deeper hue of an early autumn evening, the far off shape of the snow-capped Highlands lurked on the horizon; their shape now black and foreboding as the stage background of a mummer’s drama.

The commiserations of your fellow graduates from the medical academy in the capital now rang in your ears as the wind picked up and you tugged the thick, woollen cloak further up around your neck to keep the damned weather out. The chestnut mare, your only constant companion for the hundred or so miles since the last major city, tossed her head and trudged on with her long, damp forelock dangling into her eyes and obscuring the white, asymmetrical blaze that dribbled down her ginger face towards her nose. She seemed half asleep on her feet, and you weren’t far off that yourself either.

A flock of rooks erupted out of a patch of dark elm and tall sycamore in the valley below on your right, tugging your mind back to the present. Your gaze tracked them as they sailed away like flakes of dark ash on the wind. Both you and the rangy mare shifted nervously, and you couldn’t help but remind yourself that the locals weren’t always friendly to the Republic’s advances further and further north. Stories of skirmishes and wild tales of shapeshifters and sacrificial magic swirled through the ranks of soldiers, but they were largely dismissed by those who had lived a comfortable life in the Republic’s neatly-planned towns and cities, with their hot bath complexes, intricate mosaics, and heated floors.

“Not long now, Copper,” you said, petting the horse’s mud-encrusted neck as much for your own reassurance as for hers. You’d named her for the vibrant colour of her coat, reminiscent too of beech leaves at the height of the season, but you’d been made to feel foolishly sentimental for giving such an ordinary horse a name like ‘Copper’ by the progressively rougher soldiers at the staging posts on the journey north.

The mare didn’t even flick her ear in your direction at the sound of your voice, and you sighed and pushed yourself back up into a better position in the saddle, shifting uncomfortably as your bruised seat-bones protested yet another day of riding. How the Messenger Corps managed, living almost their entire life in the saddle, you had no idea.

The fort itself came into view on the next rise in the road, and Copper’s ears finally pricked up at the break in the relative monotony of heather and sand and occasional rowan tree. Your own attention was caught, however, by the fact that ‘Castle Rise’ outpost was not, in fact, a castle at all. From that distance, it looked like little more than a grubby wooden palisade with a watch tower over the gateway, and a ditch running around it. Torches bobbed along the walls at regular intervals though, marking the sentries’ routes within, and when you reached the gate and drew rein, a woman’s rough alto yelled down at you.

“Announce yourself!”

You did, adding, “Healer and surgeon assigned to the outpost, until relieved of my duties by a replacement next year.”

“If you even survive up here that long!” she crowed back at you.

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[weministertomonsters]

Imagine This #13 - Werebear

You've heard rumors about your fiancé that have you terrified of meeting him. People in town say he set his house on fire with his wife and children in it.

You stand at the bottom of the hill that leads to his secluded cabin and wonder if you should call out to let him know you're here. You find you don't need to, though, because he is rounding the corner of the cabin with a wheelbarrow full of wood. He sets it down with a clunk, his black eyes widening.

"Ye came," he mumbles.

Your eyes shoot nervously over his body. He's twice your size, built tall as a tree with the broadest shoulders you've ever seen on a man. He is topless and the thick hair on his chest trails down and disappears into his pants. All of him is impressive but it's the burn scars that really catch your eye. In an instant, you realize the rumors are false. He didn't start that fire. Instead, he almost died trying to put it out.

You clear your throat. "Yes... I considered it because of your little girl. She needs a mother."

It's just a surface answer and you both know it, but the serious talk can be saved for later.

His eyes squint a little. "Aye," he says. "My cub doesn't much like strangers though."

You spot the daughter in question shyly peeking out from behind her father at you, her tiny hands wrapped around his leg. Her left cheek is pink and mottled with scars from the fire. Your heart softens even more. You crouch down and speak to her gently. You baked cookies just for her, hoping it would help her warm to you. It isn't long before she's creeping timidly towards you and reaching for the cookie you offer.

Your fiancé grunts and settles down on the grass a polite distance away, abandoning his chores so he can watch both of you.

"What do ye think, cub?" He asks his daughter as she runs over to him and breaks the cookie in half, giving him a piece.

His large, callused hands are gentle as he accepts the treat from her.

"She's nice," the girl nods, wiggling into her father's arms and tugging at his hair. "Can she stay, Papa?"

"Aye," he replies as he locks his gaze with yours. "We'll have ye, lassie," he says. "If ye want."

The werebear in this is Abel from Count On Your Claws which I wrote a while back. Linked in case you want to check that out! It has only a few notes so methinks it got buried.

[harveywritings92]

{Werebear König }

R/n: Hmmm, I wonder what would I taste like?

König, overhears, sneaks up and hugs R/n from behind: Y’know, I could help you find out.~

R/n, thinks about it goes pale and starts to sweat: *She picturing König in his werebear form trying to eat her.*

König is blushing and nuzzling her: *He’s picturing about kissing and doing all kinds of naughty things to R/n…*

[queenquinzel715]

1. Werebear Toric pt 1

Wrd count 2,313

Warnings: Angst in the beginning, implied smutt, fluff, women power lol

(Y/n) P.O.V

Finding your mate is supposed to be an unworldly thing, and is cherished by many people. Being the daughter of the moon goddess that made me extremely excited to find mine, because I knew my mother would find me the perfect one. When I actually found my mate I thought he was this sexy, powerful man. He was the son of an Alpha, and he had so much confidence. I felt we would make a great couple, and when he brought me back to his pack I thought he was happy.

I was extremely wrong. Once he brought me back I met his parents, and his girlfriend. I understand he wasn't a monk, so I just assumed he would break up with her. He wouldn't let me stay in his room, because he said he wanted to get to know me better before completing the mate bond. He would just spend time with me during the afternoon after training.

"(Y/n) honey why aren't you outside?" His mother, Agetha asks confused. "I thought training was about to start soon."

"I don't go to training. Minson told me to stay inside until he came to get me." I tell her truthfully.

She looks at me confused, and it seems like something hits her. She takes my hand firmly but softly, and leans me upstairs. She walks us toward Minson's room, and I hear the most awful high pitched moan squeal sound. I stop in my tracks as Agetha gives a Luna growl. I can't believe I am given this type of mate. When Agetha marched inside the room I ran outside, and shifted. I howl in agony as I come to a stop in the middle of the woods.

I stay there until the sun starts to set. I slowly walk back to the house, and grab a blanket that is kept behind the trees. When I walk inside it's deathly quiet. I just go to my room to put clothes on. I have so many questions in my head, but they stop when Agetha knocks on the door.

"(Y/n) I honestly can't tell you how sorry I am." She hugs me in a tight embrace. "Are you okay? I mean hurting?" She's the sweetest woman.

"I feel okay, just confused." I sit on the edge of my bed. "Why even bring me here, why not just reject me?" I talk out loud.

She sighs as she hugs me from the side, but before she says anything Stewart, Minson's father walks in. He puts his hands on his hips while shaking his head.

"I even tried using the alpha command to get him to break the bond, but his heartless ass won't do it." He growls in frustration.

"Then I will." I stand up. "I will break it, and I will go home." I give them a soft smile.

They follow after me as I walk toward Minson's room. As I go to knock it opens, and Priscilla steps out.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd leave by now." She giggles. "You might want to leave soon, you wouldn't want to see your mate celebrate his baby shower with another woman would you?" She laughs like she said something hilarious.

"You are pregnant?" Agetha asks, shocked. "That stupid boy."

"Of course I am. We haven't left each other since he's been back." She taunts.

"ALRIGHT!" I shout pushing her back. "Malet guol imotrell qet ne bentul!" I chant the old magic of chaos.

She falls onto the couch with a shocked expression. I go to finish my punishment chant to remove her bond to any future mate, and then Minson walks in with a deep growl. I lock eyes with him, and I feel something completely snap. My body begins to glow white.

"(Y/n) stop!" I hear my mother's voice.

She appears like she's walking in from the balcony, and has a look of pure concern. I can feel my body fighting with itself, but when my mother puts her arms around me I collapse. My mother lays me on the couch as she stands tall. My mother steps toward the scared couple.

"You stupid boy. You have caused so much imbalance, and caused a future goddess to break into chaos." She turns to his parents. "I will give you a choice as his parents, and as a thank you for treating my daughter as your own. Either he loses his wolf, or you chain him until I deem him free. As for that pack whore, she's to be outed to the rogues until she gives birth, because she has her own problems ahead." Mother uses her Goddess voice, making everything she says an unbreakable punishment.

"Moon mother, I would like to chain him, so the pack will know he will never be Alpha." Stewart timidly tells my mother, but still has a strong voice.

"What?! Father I haven't done.." Minson tries to argue, but my goddess roar stops him.

"Her chaos has been let go, because of what YOU did. I knew I shouldn't have given her a mate, but her father wanted her to have a normal love life." She scoffs as she rants. "You have no idea how much pain it takes for a Goddess to lose for her chaos to take over!" She starts losing her composer the more she speaks to him.

That night he is forcefully carried, in front of the whole pack, to the underground dungeon. The pack watches on as they yell at him. Priscilla is shamefully walking behind him, sobbing like it would help her. Once everyone learned what I actually am they sent gifts of apology for their leader.

The next morning, my mother and I went back to my father's kingdom, which is now mine since I am of age with no mate. Father apparently wanted me to be normal, but I guess he didn't think of me getting my heart broken. Once home I immediately went to work on the kingdom.

1 Year later

It's been almost a year since I got back home. My kingdom is widely known for trading, and its unbreakable military. This whole year I've never stopped working, or studying more strategies. Honestly it kept my mind in order, so I could lock up my chaos.

With everything going so well I decided to throw a ball in honor of not only my success, but the kingdom's. I invited everyone from the townspeople, to Minsons parents. Throughout the year Agetha and I would send letters to each other to make sure everything is going alright. I even allowed Stewart to trade in the market, and my ports.

Once I got back to my kingdom I heard of this Orc woman, Kiva, who does amazing work. Sadly I only went to the kingdom for a short visit, so I didn't get to get any dresses. However I sent my dresser to Silentdew to see if this Kiva could make me a dress, and she delivered. She made me a dress fit for a goddess. When I first got it I couldn't stop looking at it. My jeweler gifted me with a lovely crown of stones he calls moonstones.

I could hear the violins playing as I came down the stairs. The ballroom was already filled with so many different people. As I walked in everyone stopped, and bowed. I waved for the music to start, and as the piano picked back up everyone got back to dancing. I couldn't stop my smile as I danced around the couples to get to my throne. While I start to sit Minson's parents come walking to me with wide smiles.

"Oh (y/n). Everything just looks amazing." Agetha rants as she hugs me.

"Thank you so much for coming." I tell them both.

"We are so greatly appreciative of you allowing us to come." Stewart bows to me.

"Oh please you tw…" I'm stopped by a whiff of pine and rain, making my head snap up.

"(Y/n)?" Agetha asks, concerned.

"Um… excuse me for a moment." I walk to the edge of the room, following where that smell is coming from.

When I tell you time itself stopped when the loudest, deepest growl came from toward my throne. Everyone stops, facing toward my throne, and standing where I once stood is a man. I almost whine when I see him, I can't even describe him properly. He is the tallest, strongest looking man I've ever seen. His honey-colored eyes move around the room until they catch mine. He holds his hand out to me as I take timid steps. People part for me as I let my wolf do what she needed. She makes me rush to his side, and just hide in his chest. Everyone starts to cheer when his hand rests on my head.

The ball picks back up as he holds me to his side. I was moved there when he walked us to the side where the curtain would cover us. I'm almost too scared to actually look at him, because what if he is just as vile as my first mate.

"Babybee, can you look at me?" His voice is so deep, but soothing.

I take a deep breath before I look up at his honey brown eyes, and my body all down to my soul relaxes. He moves his large hand to hold the side of my face as he smiles at me. I can feel myself getting bashful from him just looking at me.

"My name is Toric. Could you tell me your name?" He leans onto the wall, making me lean against his chest.

"(Y/n)." I timidly tell him.

"I'm glad to have found you (y/n)." His voice is so soothing. "To believe I almost didn't come when my brother invited me." He doesn't take his eyes off my face.

"I finally have a mate. I can actually feel it this time." I take a deep breath of his scent.

"This time?" He steps back confused.

I sigh. "Come with me."

I take his hand to walk him to my office. His big form takes up the whole couch as he sits down. I can't feel my body get nervous to the point I'm shaking while I shut the door, my back leaning against it.

"Toric I don't know how to begin to explain." I sit on the edge of my desk, locking my hands together. "You…I… okay. I'm not just any wolf. My mother is the moon mother." I test him with that, but he doesn't even move an eyebrow. "I have had a mate before, but he wasn't the best mate. My mother and his parents had him locked up for punishment. That was a year ago." I look down at my hands. "I didn't think she'd give me another mate."

I snap my head up to him standing. I honestly thought he was leaving, but he walks toward me with a blank expression.

"What did he do to you?" He simply asks.

"He brought me to his pack only to get his girlfriend pregnant." I look into his eyes with honesty. "I even told him to reject, his father even tried to use his Alpha command, but he just kept on." I sigh wanting to reach for him.

"Tell me." He rests his hands next to my hips after a couple of moments. "What feels different now than before?" He asks, leaning down to my height, practically squatting down like I am a child.

"I feel safe, I want to constantly touch you. With him I worried if I said the wrong thing he'd be angry." I slowly move my hands to his warm arms. "I didn't mind being away from him, but with you just the thought of you leaving this room makes me want to grab hold of you." I look into his honey brown eyes as I give him my thoughts.

"I will give you anything you wish Honeybee just actually say my name." He leans his forehead against mine. "You said it so quickly.

"Toric." I giggle at him. "Does that mean everything is okay?" I anxiously ask him.

"Honeybee, I am your mate. He doesn't matter." My legs open when he pulls me closer to him. "Besides…" He stands to his normal height. "My name sounds better coming out of your mouth than his."

"You don't even know his name." I slid off my desk to stand in front of him.

"Doesn't matter." He waves his hand while he walks to the door. "Let's get this party over with, so I can have my mate to myself." He keeps his growl low as I walk toward him.

I rest my hand on his chest giving his honey eyes one last look before stepping out of the room. However I didn't get far. I'm pushed against the wall with Toric lifting me to his height. I grip into his hair as his lips connect with mine. His arms tighten around me with a final push of his lips.

"Sorry Honey Bee, I couldn't stop." I giggle at his bashful face.

"It's okay Toric." I smile at him as he slowly lowers me back to the floor.

We rejoined the ball, getting many questions as to where we were, but Toric would turn the conversation. I couldn't leave the warmth from under his arm. Minson's parents introduced themselves. I told him how we stay in touch, and how sweet they were to me while I was with their pack. He thanked them for their kindness. As the night ended Toric gave word to his brother, who is a full werewolf and a Duke for King Jule of Silentdew, to send his belongings here.

Pt2 is up!

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Totally plan on making fluffy oneshots of monsters carving pumpkins.

*I spelled scarecrow wrong and only figured that out after posting, can't correct it now crap. Oh well.

[shybunny]

im sorry if this is weird, but could you maybe write something for a werebear...? whatever you see fit, animalistic s3x or gentle stuff, totally your call! love your writing!!!

🔞 this post contains erotic writing intended for adults. do not interact with this post if you are a minor/under eighteen

🐻 werebear, size kink, honeymoon, snuggling, snowed in, soft, shy

You’re on your honeymoon, in a tiny cabin high up in the mountains. It starts snowing as soon as you get there, but your husband doesn’t mind the cold at all with his coat of thick brown fur. He sets a fire for you in the little pot belly stove, so you’ll be warm inside the cabin by yourself, and then he goes back outside to collect more firewood. You sit by the window with a cup of hot chocolate and watch him lumbering around out in the snow, carrying big bundles of wood back and forth to the door, and breaking larger branches in half with his strong paws.

When he finishes gathering wood, you make soup and sandwiches with the groceries you brought up to the cabin with you. The rest of the afternoon consists of lying around under blankets in the little warm room, pressed snugly into his big soft body, with his big paws shyly gripping and squeezing the softest parts of you, not quite groping but almost, shyly looking away from each other but clinging tighter and breathing heavier with each embarrassed glance. Both of you are quite shy, and you haven’t had sex very many times yet. But now that you’re finally married to him, out in the woods with no one else around for miles, it’s all you want to do, it’s all you can think about. Pressing this close to his big body is making your pussy ache and leak, and even though he tries to hide it, his thick erection ends up pressed against you, throbbing with every soft movement between your bodies.

You go to bed early, shyly stripping off all of your clothes and getting into bed naked, tucking yourself into his strong arms and letting his big soft body curl around yours. Your backside is tucked snugly into his lap, and you can already feel his erection growing and twitching against you. You shyly wiggle your hips, shifting around until his cock slips between your soft thighs, the thick tip nudging into your swollen wet folds. Your pussy is so sensitive after all that touching and cuddling and waiting, the press of his cock makes you whimper under your breath. You press closer to him, and you shyly rub your plush wet folds against his head. You can hear him groaning deep in his chest, his cock twitching between your thighs and his big warm arms going tighter around you, holding you close and snug as you tease each other with just the tip.

“Can I…?” he asks. His low rumble of a voice is soft and shy and breathless in your ear. You’re too embarrassed to speak but you nod your head and press even closer to him, wiggling your hips and pushing your wet lips farther down around the swollen head of his cock. He carefully pushes forward with his own hips, and wringing a long low moan out of both of you, he slowly buries his cock inside your pussy, achingly slowly, feeling your soft wet warmth envelop him inch by inch until he's buried all the way to the hilt.

He feels so big inside of you. You have to hold still while you adjust to his size, trembling and clenching and whimpering around him, and he’s trying so hard to hold still for you too but you can feel his big hips moving in tiny little thrusts, he's just so desperate for the friction of your gripping wet walls on his big leaking cock.

“Am I hurting you…?” he asks, almost groaning the words, and you shake your head back and forth. He starts pulling out for longer and longer thrusts. But he fucks you so slowly, rolling his hips up into you and pushing his cock so, so deep before dragging slowly back out, slow and careful with you in the warm little bed. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger, you think he's afraid that he'll break you.

“Harder…” you whimper, making him exhale a sharp, shaking breath, making his big paws grip you tighter to hold you in place, claws digging into your skin, hips swinging faster and cock plunging deeper. It feels so wonderful to be here in bed with him like this, nestled into his warm soft body with the snow still drifting down outside, hearing his needy little groans and growls as he takes his pleasure from you, feeling how badly he needs you and knowing he belongs to you completely.

His hips start pounding you even harder, spurred on by all the needy little noises you're making, furiously plunging his cock into your warm wet hole. “Take my cum…” he groans, desperate and on the edge. “Take my cum in your pussy…” You’ve never heard him say anything so lewd before. It turns you on so much, it makes you feel so good that you start cumming for him, moaning and clenching around his thrusting cock. He groans and fucks you harder, holding back his orgasm to fuck you through yours, and when he can't hold it back any longer, releasing himself inside of you with a long, trembling moan.

After that the two of you stay curled up in bed together, lovingly whispering to each other and watching through the window as the snow falls endlessly outside.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Bear Cuddles

(1-1)

Short story # 15

Words - 415

Fandom - Wwe

Pairing - Human!Roman Reigns X Werebear!Reader

Summary - Romans favorite way to relax after an intense workout, is to cuddle with his girlfriend, favoring when she's in bear form.

Rating - SFW / NSFW

📝Note(s) - I'm taking several stories I've written on Wattpad and posting them here. Because I'm abandoning that platform, but those stories are some of my favorites.

"Hey baby" (Y/n) greeted her boyfriend when he entered the house, tossing his gym bag carelessly to the floor. "Babe." He acknowledged her greeting in a grunt walking straight to the master bathroom for a quick shower. (Y/n) shook her head with a chuckle, knowing how exhausted he was. So in preparation for their routine as usual, she shrugged off her hoodie, and prepared a nest of blankets and pillows on the living room floor. Just as she was grabbing the last arm full of pillows, Roman came walking in, his long hair still damp. "I'm gonna put my clothes in the laundry, I'll be back in a minute." Roman called out to her as he grabbed his gym bag, dealing with its contents hurriedly.

Afterwards he waltzed back into the room with a smile, happy to see (Y/n) relaxing in their little nest. "Ready to cuddle babe?" (Y/n) asked smiling up at him. "Definitely... But I was wondering..." Roman trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous to ask. "What is it?" (Y/n) asked sitting up to give him her full attention. "Could you change?" He asked with puppy dog eyes. "Can I ask why?" (Y/n) tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes. "The heat you give off helps my muscles relax, and your fur is really soft." Roman admitted with a small smile. "Awe baby that's so cute, of course we can cuddle like that. Anytime you want Rome." (Y/n) smiled before stripping out of her clothes, not particularly wanting to ruin the clothes when she changes form.

After the transformation was over (Y/n) lay on her back, peering up at Roman with dark eyes. "You're so adorable." Roman mused as he neared her, more or less falling onto her stomach. (Y/n) grunted wrapping a paw around his body, cradling him to her chest. Roman sighed in content running his fingers through her soft fur, his muscles relaxing from the heat emitting from her body. "I love you (Y/n)." Roman murmured his eyes feeling heavy. And in response (Y/n) buried her snout into his damp hair, sniffing then snorting playfully. Making Roman chuckle at her antics, the typically large man looking rather small cuddling into his werebear girlfriends chest.

*Short and sweet enough to give ya cavities!

[monsterkisserlove]

Fuzzy Moonlight: Chapter 6

You met a bear in the forest, but could he be so much more? Could he be your escape from the oppressive village you find yourself trapped in?

TW/CW: Abandonment mention, religious persecution mention, parental death mention. If I've missed any out please let me know and I'll add them in immediately!! They both really really reeeeeeally horny for each other but still SFW so far. Well SFWish...

Pairing: M werebear/F reader

a/n: Still SFWish but getting some spicier vibes! Future NSFW chapters will be marked! Again, under 18s DNI! This blog and these fics ain’t for you.

Chapter 5

Despite the biting cold of your wet garments, you felt warm, no you felt feverish, staring up at the man as he brought his other hand to your jaw, thumb stroking over the soft curve as he tilted your face up by his large thumb placed delicately under your chin and he lowered his to yours. 

Barleys’ lips pressed against yours, and your eyes fluttered closed, his languid, searing kiss further erasing any cold you felt. You didn’t notice your own fingers curling around the back of his neck, grasping onto his golden, wet locks of hair as you rose on tiptoes to press yourself closer against his vast chest. 

As you tugged gently on his hair, Barley let out a soft growl, hands going to your waist, squeezing and pulling you even closer to him, fingertips digging into your soft skin as the kiss became more passionate, more animalistic. You parted your lips, allowing him access which he took immediately, needing to feel you further, to taste you. 

Barley groaned in pleasure when a small whimper emerged from your throat at the heady sensations he was delivering to you, your head empty of every thought, only him and his talented tongue and what more he could do to you.  

Clearly his head is exactly in the same space as yours when, in one fluid movement, he pulled you up in his strong, thick arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he spins and pushes you against a wall with a slight thump. 

The gasp that left your lips at the sudden change was quickly replaced with soft keening and whimpers as his clever mouth kissed, bit and sucked at the column of your throat, his beard scratching at your skin. All the attention making you light headed as you imagined just what his beard and mouth would feel between your thighs.  

You tightened your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against the considerable bulge in his trousers bringing the heated kissing to a grunting stop as he rutted back against you, his eyes screwed shut and holding onto the very last shred of control he had left. 

Suddenly a thought came through all the dizzying hedonism, you don’t know this man. 

Yes, he is kind and funny and just so fucking handsome but you don’t truly know him. 

“Ah,” you gasp out, his teeth nipping at your skin, “wait-, stop... Ah, wait.” You panted out, catching your breath as Barley immediately stopped all of his affections, and gently carried you to a straw mattress covered with a huge pile of furs and set you down reverentially.  

Seating himself beside you, he tilted his head, an apologetic look on his face and concern glittering in those bright, golden eyes. “I-, I’m sorry, I got carried away...”  

Your eyebrows shot up, and you shook your head vehemently. “No, no! That was good, I mean really, really good,” now that made Barley smirk proudly, “but we don’t know each other, I never usually do anything like this...” 

“That’s understandable,” Barley nodded, looking more than a little disappointed at the imagined rejection, “once the rain has calmed down, I’ll escort you back through the forest to get you home safely.” 

The despondent look in his eyes almost broke your heart, even though you'd only met the man a few days ago.  

Reaching over, you pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear, palm settling on his cheek. “No, listen, I’m saying that I want to get to know you better.”  

Barleys’ smile was breath taking, practically radiating joy, his own hand covering yours on his face, reveling in your gentle touch. “I would very much like that too.” He murmured huskily, closing the gap between the two of you to press a sweet kiss against your lips for just a moment.  

You wanted to enjoy this moment, to just live in it but the cold from your drenched clothes was seeping into your bones, a shiver, and not the enjoyable kind, making you shake and your teeth chatter. 

Barley, noticing this, jumped up with such agility that it surprised you such a large man could move so quickly. “Oh hell,” he muttered to himself, “you’re frozen!” 

Cuddling into yourself to stave off further cold, you watched him with amusement as he opened and shut drawers and cupboard doors, clearly looking for something. As he let out a triumphant ah-ha you giggled, nestling a little deeper into the furs as he came bounding back. 

“I’ve got some towels and one of my shirts,” Barley rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, “I know you said that we should get to know each other and I’m really not trying to get you out of your dress but you should really get out of this dress...” 

You laughed again, standing to take the items offered. “Thank you, I appreciate it, is there anywhere I could change?” He nodded and directed you to a part of the cabin cut off from the rest.  

You hadn’t noticed earlier, due to all the excitement, but now you could see that his cabin was really just one large room with designated areas for the kitchen and resting place, wooden dividers giving the impression of privacy. The only room with a door is the bathroom that you’re now standing in, and you could see that everything was handmade or carved, it illuminating take the rustic beauty of it. 

As you undressed and unlaced yourself from your sopping clothes, you day dreamed about spending time in that deep, wooden bathtub, submerged in hot perfumed water and just maybe as a treat Barley could join you... 

Shaking the improper thoughts from your mind, you dried yourself before slipping into the shirt Barley had given you, the hem reaching to just above your knees. The fabric feels so soft against your skin, the smell of pine and wood smoke filling your senses, almost making you forget the need to get to know him and instead just climb into his lap and beg him to take you.  

Once more you had to shake your head before you left his bathroom, your dress now draped carefully over the edge of the bath to dry, and you tugged nervously at the hem of his shirt to cover more of your exposed thighs.  

It wasn’t as if a man had never seen you naked before, as if you’d never had sex but this was the first time you’d ever felt this way about a man. The desire for him to find you beautiful, for him to be as captivated with you as you are with him.  

Stepping out, you saw Barley lounging upon the furs he’d originally set you down upon, obviously now changed himself. The shirt he wore was missing, hair decorating his chest and disappearing down into the cloth breeches that he had switched into from the leather trousers, the ends of his blonde locks curling at the ends as he dried in the warmth of the cabin.  

A warm light was flickering up the walls, the fireplace basking the entire room in a golden hue and temperate heat. 

But that wasn’t what was making you flush, it was Barley and his gaze upon you. 

It was the look of a man seeing the sun for the first time. 

And it made your heart swell that it was directed at you. 

Barley grinned, beckoning you closer to him and you followed as if being pulled by some kind of invisible string. The man before you held out his calloused hand and you took it, marveling in the difference of size, his whole hand closing around yours.  

Settling in the soft furs next to him, you curled your bare legs beneath you. You’d never been so comfortable with another person before, not like this. Helena was the closest thing to family you’d ever known but she was much more a maternal figure and Barley... Well, he was something much more. 

“I hope you’re feeling a little warmer, I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Barley told you with a rueful smile. 

“I could say the same thing.” You replied but he just laughed, running a hand through his messy hair, the same hair you’d been tugging through your fingers just a small while ago.  

“I run hot,” he shrugged, “so I honestly didn’t notice until you began to shiver.” Barley shot you an appraising glance. “But I’m assuming you’re a little more contented now you’re out of your wet garments, yes?”  

You nodded in response, a warm smile gracing your features, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Barley turned to face you properly, his leg pressed close to yours, heat seeping from him to you.  

He really did run hot.  

“Well then,” he started, “in the spirit of getting to know each other, could I ask you a question?” 

“Of course.” 

“I know you said that Helena asked you stay here, and that you must have been very close after being her apprentice, but do you have no other family? I do not mean to be blunt but, is there not anyone out there who may be concerned about you?” 

Sighing, you dropped your head, staring into your lap before answering. “No, I don’t, but it’s a long story.”  

Barley cocked an eyebrow, falling silent for a moment as the storm raged on outside, wind and rain rattling the window panes. “Well, I don’t think either of us are going to be leaving anytime soon so we have time for a long story. But only if you want to, of course.” 

“In the spirit of getting to know each other, I suppose.” You started and went on to tell him the morose tale of your childhood. The story of how an unwed woman falling pregnant in a town that viewed everything through the lens of righteous condemnation ended with you being abandoned on the steps of an orphanage three cities over. 

Of how you were never adopted, but then again neither were many of the other children that you resided with, and how at the young age of sixteen you were discharged from the care of the orphanage. That it was Helena who found you years later trying to sell the mosses and sweet herbs you’d scavenged, well, stolen, from the medicine woman's own garden. 

All she’d told you, with her characteristic easy grin, was that you had been setting your prices far too low and that people in this area would spend thrice the amount you were charging.  

After that it had really been all of Helenas’ doing, she’d offered you board and room on the condition that you’d work in her apothecary. Of course, you’d agreed immediately, and then she began training you and now... Here you were.  

Throughout your tale, Barley had never once made you feel as if you were oversharing, as if you’d been irritating him. He’d simply offered you sympathy and comfort during the hard parts and never once looked at you with pity. Something you appreciated far more than he could know.  

During that time, if even possible, you’d both pressed closer to each other, basking in the contact of another person. A sensation that both of you had sorely missed.  

“Now,” you fixed him with a smile, “what about your family? How did you wind up here?” 

As Barley paused, eyebrows pulling together in soft a frown, you hurried to add on that he was to only tell you if he was happy to do so. 

“No, no... It’s not that, it’s just been such a long while since someone asked that I don’t know where to start.” 

“Like you said, we both have time right now for long stories.” If anything, the storm had gotten worse, rain lashing against the window so hard that you worried for the glass. 

“I suppose you’re right,” he chuckled, one of his large hands settling on your knee and giving you a tender squeeze, “there’s really not much to say though. Simply that I lost my parents when I was seventeen.” Your hand covered his, sliding your fingers between his as you felt his pain and it broke your heart. 

“We were attacked because of who we were,” Barley continued, pausing as if he were unsure what to say next, clearly picking his words carefully, “people like me and my family are what you’d call outsiders. We’re not... Not like regular folk.” 

You cocked your head, wondering if he would elaborate further but he didn’t so you simply nodded, encouraging him to go on.  

“So yeah, after that, I travelled place to place, picking up skills and things before setting up here.”  

Obviously, he was holding back but you understood, some things were just too hard to talk about. 

“I guess that would explain your feelings about the villagers, being an ‘outsider’ and all that. They’re barely friendly at the best of times, let alone someone who lives in the so-called beast infected forest.” 

Barley chortled at that, his body wracked with laughter, eyes crinkling in glee. “Y’know,” he wheezed, “I’m almost sure when they say beast that they mean me. They’ve actually confronted me about it before, on one of the rare trips I took to the village before I stopped going completely. Telling me that I was an agent of the devil and I was bringing evil here.” 

You shook you head. “Oh, that sounds like them alright, I feel like I’ve dropped from one place heavy with persecution to another.”  

The hand on your knee squeezed you again, his other pushing a lock behind your ear delicately.  

“That being said,” Barley murmured, “be careful with them. Panic makes stupid zealots dangerous. I’d hate for anything to happen to you because of your association with me.”  

You nodded as he pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead, stilling your movement, his concern and desire to keep you safe spilling from every word and sweet caress.  

It wasn’t a moment later that the small amount of tension that had settled was broken as you both shared more light hearted stories from your respective pasts’, and learnt of each other's likes and dislikes. It wasn’t a surprise to you that one of his big loves was food, and he wasn’t picky at all.  

That didn’t mean he was a bad cook though, as he served you some hearty potato and venison stew that had been quietly bubbling for the past few hours.  

As the storm raged on outside, the waning gibbous moon hidden behind thick, dark clouds, you and Barley were cocooned in the languid warmth of your new found connection and obvious chemistry. After the events of the day and the very early start, exhaustion over took you both and that’s how you found yourself curled up with Barley pressed against you, his naked chest against your back and his thick arms holding you tight.  

No thoughts of work tomorrow, or the insipid villagers, just that you’d not been this happy in such a long time. 

Sleep came so very easily to you both.  

TBC

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your werebear mate takes you camping

I've gotten a whole bunch of requests for a sweet moment with Hugo, so this is filling a bunch of them ^_^' This is a lot gentler and fluffier than the other ones, per request :)

General Plot: Hugo wants to teach you some camping skills, so you go on a hike!

Hugo (Werebear) x Female reader

Word Count: 2.5k

W: sweet, fluffy smut, vaginal sex, outdoor sex

NSFW Masterpost <-- previous parts

“Why are we doing this again?” you griped as you smacked another mosquito off of your neck. You paused your march to spray yourself down with more bug spray.

The trees rose up around you, tall and old deep in the forest you were hiking through. Ahead of you Hugo cleared a path through the brush with his wide body, bending whatever saplings he encountered out of the way. 

“So that you can learn some survival skills,” he said cheerfully. 

He loved hiking and the great outdoors. It was one of his favorite hobbies. Usually he went by himself or with another bear from his pack, but this time he’d insisted you tag along. 

“You’d be totally helpless if you were lost in the wilderness. I’m going to teach you some things,” he went on. 

Something rustled in the brush and you skipped a bit to catch up to him and buried your hand in his fur. 

“When am I going to be lost in the wilderness?” you asked, “you gonna abandon me here?” 

A deep chuckle erupted from his lips as he snapped another sapling. 

“Of course not honey cake,” he said, “but you never know when you’ll need to know how to start a fire or set a trap. What if your plane went down in the forest and you had to survive until rescue came?” 

You let out a deep sigh, sure that would never happen. 

“Are we even allowed to be here?” you asked. 

You’d strayed from the trail long ago and now Hugo was leading you deep into the woods. Your pant legs were already shredded from brambles and the mosquitos were terrible. 

“Who knows?” he said, shrugging his massive shoulders, “but I have someplace special to show you.” 

“Is it much further?” you whined. 

“Not much,” he offered vaguely. 

While you dragged one foot in front of the other, you daydreamed about being in a nice air conditioned coffee shop with a large iced latte in your hand. 

“My legs are tired,” you pouted to Hugo, “if we don’t stop soon, I’m going to drop dead right where I’m standing.” 

You heard him laugh, before he turned to you and scooped you up in his arms. 

“I should make you walk,” he grumbled, “in a real life situation I won’t be here to carry you.” 

Giggling up at him you snuggled deeper into his arms, rubbing your face against his furry chest. 

“Good thing we’re not in a real life situation. I’d have already given up and would be eaten by wolves,” you said. 

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled. 

“I bet you’d be delicious,” he said, pinching your bottom with the hand holding you up, “they would tell their pups stories about your tender flesh and lament that they couldn’t have it again.”

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. 

“Sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into this,” you said, giving him a flat laugh. 

“Don’t worry,” he snickered, “if anything is going to eat you it will be me.”  

You patted him on his furry chest and giggled, your cheeks warming a bit. Somewhere in the distance you heard rushing water, getting louder each step Hugo took closer to it. 

Finally, the trees thinned and you peaked out of Hugo’s big arms to see a beautiful waterfall. Water rushed over the many large rocks that appeared to have tumbled out of the mountain creating shelves as the water worked its way down. 

“This is beautiful, Hugo,” you gasped, taking in the lovely green foliage that crowded the fall. At the base a clear pool filled with fat fish and multicolored river rock collected ice cold water from the mountain top. 

He set you down on a rock overlooking the peaceful scene, taking the pack off of your back and started setting things up. You’d brought plenty of supplies, since Hugo could carry a lot on his back. The only thing missing was a tent, as he informed you that it would be much better to sleep underneath the stars. With him around you didn’t have to worry about predators sneaking up on you in the dark. 

When he’d organized your little camp, he started a fire. You watched him step out of the old pair of jeans he was wearing and gasped. His body never ceased to excite you. Even covered in fur, you could make out the planes of his impeccable muscles, flexing as he kicked off his pants. You swallowed a sip of water from your bottle, taking in the thick cock nestled between his thighs. It took you a moment to even question why he was undressing. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” you stammered and he shot you a predatory flash of fang. 

“I’m going to catch us some dinner,” he explained, turning away from you and wading into the water. 

The sun was already getting low in the sky, the rocky mountainside casting long shadows over your camp. You had no idea how Hugo could see, but apparently his vision was much better than yours. Curious about his technique you watched him standing stock still in the rushing water, his sharp eyes cast down. It was a testament to his size that the water just moved around him. It would have knocked you off of your feet in a second, but Hugo stood like a statue. Then he was a blur, striking the water with his large hands. A second later he tossed a thick fish next to you on the ground. 

You jumped, surprised and hurried to capture the fish before it flopped back in the water. Comically grasping the fish as it thrashed in your hands, all you could think to do was walk a few steps away from the water’s edge and shove it in the pot you’d brought to cook with and stick the top on. 

Not sure what to do with the first fish, you certainly weren’t sure what to do with the three more Hugo tossed at you. When he finally got out of the water, he shook it out of his fur like a dog. He shot you a big smile as you tried to wrestle the other fish that were gasping for air. 

“Come here,” he said, taking one of the fish from you and scooping up the other two, “I’ll show you how to dress them. 

After that gross lesson, he put the cleaned fish on sticks, propping them over the fire. 

You sat down next to Hugo, cuddling into his warmth as the temperature dropped. The sun was already behind the mountain and the sky was turning a rich bluey-purple. 

“It’s official,” you said, “I’m never going into nature without you. I would never be able to gut those guys by myself.” 

He chortled, putting an arm around you. The campsite was filled with the delicious smell of roasting fish and your stomach grumbled with anticipation. When they were done, Hugo carefully extracted yours and sliced it up so you could eat it easily. He chewed on his right off of the stick. By that time the stars were popping out one by one in the inky sky. Out this far there was no light pollution so your mouth hung open as you took it all in. 

“There’s so many!” you chirped, as you leaned back into Hugo’s fur to observe them. “It’s beautiful.” 

He chuckled behind you, his belly full. 

“See? Camping’s not so bad, is it?” he asked into your ear. 

You felt his soft, fluffy fur brushing your neck and a shiver rolled over your body. Pursing your lips you gave him a fake pout. 

“Like I said,” you sulked, “I’m only coming out here with you. I couldn’t do any of this on my own.” 

He wrapped his big arms around you and squeezed you tight. 

“No one else better be taking you on camping trips,” he said, “or they are going to have to fight off a very angry bear.” 

You rubbed your cheek into his furry chest and yawned, tired after the long walk. 

“Let’s get you tucked in,” he murmured. 

He rolled out two sleeping bags and you pouted. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, reading the disappointment on your face. 

“Nothing,” you snapped. 

His eyebrow rose as you fussily got into your sleeping bag and huffed, turning away from him. You were being a little childish because you were kind of cranky after the long hike. 

“It’s cold,” you pouted. 

You heard Hugo let out a rumbling laugh and drew your brows, annoyed that he found it funny. 

“Come here honey cake,” he said, extracting you from your sleeping bag like you weighed little more than a doll and pulled you into his. 

“Did you want to sleep next to me?” he asked. 

You felt silly, so you just nodded into his chest, snuggling into his warmth. He laughed again, stroking your hair. 

“I should have guessed,” he whispered, “look up.” 

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to be looking at, getting comfy next to your mate, but when you did your eyes popped. The sky was streaked with shooting stars. 

“I chose tonight because there is a meteor shower,” he said, his thick fingers brushing the hairs crowding your face out of the way. 

“This…this is amazing Hugo,” you gasped, unable to tear your eyes away. 

Hugo watched for a moment with you before his interests turned elsewhere. The pads of his fingers traced your neck and then across your shoulder blades. Instinctively, you cast your gaze on him, but he nudged your chin back up. 

“Don’t look at me,” he purred, “keep watching.” 

Your body was tingling with anticipation as he pushed your shirt up and tugged your bra down to get access to your breasts. His big warm hands cupped them and you could feel the delicious prick of his claws on your skin. You tried your best to keep your eyes on the many streaks of color lighting up the sky, but your eyelashes fluttered with pleasure. 

A low moan left your lips as his warm mouth closed over your nipple, circling it with his tongue. His touch was so familiar and comforting. You never wanted another person to touch you the way and the places he did. He possessed your body and you eagerly accepted his attention. 

“Hugo!” you gasped, arching your back so that he had better access to you. 

His fingers tugged at the other nipple, making you mewl out loud. Your panties were already soaked, feeling sticky against your skin. 

“Please, Hugo. More,” you managed to mutter and you felt his body, tucked so close in the sleeping bag, rumble with delight. 

His thick fingers unzipped your pants with surprising dexterity and slid them off you, leaving only your wet panties. A thumb traced your slit, stopping at your clit to stroke languid circles. You gasped and keened, pressing your mound into his fingertips. 

With a tearing sound, you realized his claws had sliced right through the chaste cotton panties you were wearing, leaving you bare for his fingers to explore. He dipped a thick digit inside of you, collecting some of your wetness before he circled your needy bundle of nerves with it. 

His mouth found yours, his thick tongue snaking out to taste you. Your peaked nipples brushed the soft fur on his chest, the sensation decadent and luxurious. He was so big looming over you, carefully holding himself up so he didn’t crush you. You adored the way he was incredibly strong but could be so delicate with you. 

You reached out to find his cock, thick and firm, dripping a steady stream of precum. Feeling his need made your insides melt to mush. Your mate wanted you and only you. He hissed in pleasure as you rolled your palm over the wide head, then down his shaft. 

You both moaned and grunted in pleasure as you handled one another. His cock was hot and throbbing in your hand, while he pinched and rubbed your clit faster and harder every second you touched him. He wound the thread of pleasure tighter and tighter until the stars were imprinted on the back of your eyelids. You screamed his name as he pushed you over the edge, bucking your hips into his big hand. 

“Who do you belong to, honey cake?” he muttered, “tell me who makes you feel good.” 

“You Hugo,” you gasped, hardly able to let out the words. 

You heard his approving growl before he pulled you on top of him, letting the sleeping bag fall back so your breasts were exposed to the night air. It was cool, but his big hands roaming over you were so hot, you hardly noticed it. 

“Take what you want, (Y/N),” he groaned, “I want to see you come apart on top of me.” 

You let out a little squeal, lowering your hips onto his thick cock. You always had to take it carefully, he filled and stretched you completely. It took you a minute to slowly descend so that your hips were flush. He let out a rumbling roar when you were fully seated. 

His eyes on you were glittering in the firelight as he took you in. 

“My mate,” he rumbled, “You’re so beautiful. Prettier than a sky full of stars.” 

His words propelled you forward and you bounced on his stiff shaft, pushing yourself higher and higher, towards your end. He cupped your breasts, kneading them and plucking your nipples until your head was thrown back, muttering curses to the silent mountain. 

It was good there was no one around to hear all of the loud, lusty noises you were making. As your pace got erratic, so close to cumming, Hugo took over. His hands gripped your hips, the tips of his claws pricking your skin as he thrust up into you. He took you hard, the sound of your ass slapping his thighs echoed around you. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he growled and you couldn’t deny him, parting your folds with your much smaller fingers and hazily circling your clit. 

Your other hand clutched your bouncing breast, teasing the nipple. All the while Hugo’s hungry gaze ate you up. The way he looked at you, full of sensual longing made you feel like a goddess. You knew he adored every part of you. Every bit of cellulite and every little scar his eyes met with a ferocious greed. 

Not able to hold back any longer, you erupted, hot pleasure washing over your body in thick ripples. He snapped his cock into you once, twice, then on the third time you felt a wave of searing cum fill you as he roared his release. You fell forward, spent, your nose buried in his neck. He stroked your back gently, not ready to pull out of you yet. He pulled the sleeping bag up around you so your skin, damp from sweat, wouldn't make you cold. 

“I love you little honey cake,” he hummed, his voice thick and low. 

“I love you,” you breathed into his neck. 

You let him cuddle and stroke you until you drifted off to sleep with him still inside of you.

[sagemonsters]

@that-dnd-life has a blind date with...

Honey the Werebear

Honey is a paunchy transmasc werebear who has curly hair that is constantly in disarray, a booming laugh, a chipped front tooth, and kind eyes. He dresses in comfortable clothes and always smells like cinnamon.

Honey is a warmly gregarious person by nature and collects friends the way other people collect Pokémon cards. He cherishes every single friend he makes, but you’re especially dear to him and he seeks you out above other friends. He texts you “good morning” every day and makes an effort to respond to all of your texts. He cares about the mundane happenings in your life and would never call you boring.

Honey loves to cook and bake—it’s how he got his name! He’s particularly fond of complex desserts, and often asks for your opinion on what recipe he should try out next. He’s working on writing a cookbook, and will test recipes over and over before presenting them to you for “the final seal of approval.” He truly values your input in his creative process.

Although he has an entire bookcase filled with cookbooks and culinary history nonfiction, Honey doesn’t read much outside of his comfort zone. Instead, he asks you what book you’re reading and lives vicariously through your descriptions and clear enjoyment of the stories you’re imbibing. He likes listening to people talk about things they care about.

Honey loves to make you laugh, and will do silly voices to represent various members of your stuffed animal collection while acting out conversations between them. He wholeheartedly approves of that collection (he feels the same way about good-quality cookware) and is a very understanding person overall. He isn’t one to judge people, and disapproves of mean-spirited humor.

“You’ve been eyeing that plushie display for at least ten minutes,” a voice said behind you. You jumped and turned around, and met the grin of a kind-looking, easygoing man. “Which ones are you the most torn between?”

You cocked your head to the side. The man wasn’t wearing a shop uniform, so it was highly unlikely he was an employee here. “How do you know it’s been ten minutes? …Or are you just making that up?”

His smile turned a trifle embarrassed. “I come here for the people-watching, to be honest. This shop sells a lot of vintage and handmade toys, and it’s always nice to see people find a new favorite thing, you know? You’ve got the look of a seasoned collector.”

A blush heated your face. “Thanks, I think. You’re right, I do have a few stuffies at home.”

“Excellent! I need some help finding a mascot for my new restaurant. A bear of some kind, but otherwise I don’t really have any preferences.”

You thought for a moment, looking past the displays of Squishmallows and Jellycats to the secondhand toys. Some of them were quite worn (or “well loved” as the sign said), while others looked as though they had time traveled right out of a display window from over a hundred years ago. 

“Why a bear?” you asked eventually.

“Oh, it’s because I’m a werebear and the restaurant is called the Bearpaw Grill,” the werebear said, but he grimaced as he said the restaurant's name—as though it left a bad taste in his mouth—before continuing: “Call me Honey, by the way.”

“That’s a cute name—yours, I mean,” you said, and then introduced yourself. “Do you not like your restaurant?”

“I love it just fine. I love the building, I love the kitchen… I just don’t like the branding. It sounds like a sports bar, when really I want to run a family-oriented diner, you know? But my marketing manager is very insistent.” 

“So? It’s your diner, isn’t it?” you pointed out. “You should follow your own dream, not someone else’s. What about this one?” You walked over to one of the bins of secondhand stuffed animals and pulled out a tattered-looking bear. It had blue button eyes and a little pink nose, with one green ear and a lopsided, stitched-on smile. “He looks like he’s been cuddled a lot.”

“He’s perfect,” Honey said, and then looked up at you. “And you’re right—I should stay true to my original vision. Come by sometime, okay? I want to treat you to lunch if that’s okay. Our grand opening is next month, and we’re right on the square by the clock tower.”

You smiled back at Honey. “That sounds really nice. It’s a date, then.”

Honey grinned back at you. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it."

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

[oracleact]

werebears are so very important to me. why is werebear content rather sparse? am I just looking in the wrong places?!

this user requires werebear content to survive.

[harveywritings92]

{Monster au feat. Werebear König.]

(Laswell, calling Anemone (Cami) for a status report on her monster hunt)

Laswell: Are you done slaying the werebear?

Anemone: Oh, yeah, I laid the werebear.

Laswell: No. Slayed the werebear…

Anemone: Slayed?… (blushes) Uh-oh.

{König suddenly comes up behind Cami, he takes the phone away and hangs up on Laswell.]

König, picks Cami up taking her back to his room: Come back to bed Meeresblume (sea flower), we’re not done yet!~

[artemiseamoon]

Me: writes one werebear story (well still actively writing, it’s in progress)

Also me: thinking of who else would make a great werebear…

I mean… I know so many writers have done fantastic werewolf AUs and I love them for it. I can also see bearded Frank as a werebear.

Werebear! Frank Castle x Plus size woc F reader ** will be turned into an Oc

I imagine reader to be woc or biopic and plus size. Anyone can read this though. There are no physical descriptors present. I also imagine her in her 30s.

Warnings: mentions of almost killing someone, an animal attack, injuries

A year ago today, Frank spared his former best friends life despite wanting to kill him. A year ago today, he left the city and decided to disappear.

To leave everything behind him and try to create a new life somewhere no one would ever find him, or think to look for him. Frank was no longer the Punisher, no longer the skull, no longer the man who lost his family. He buried all of it, with no intention of looking back.

At first, everything was going fine, until the camping trip in the woods. He thought the bear would kill him, he was sure he was dead. The last thing Frank remembers is the pain, the shock, his vision doubling as he stared at the full moon above. This was the end. It’s all over.

Or so he thought.

When Frank’s eyes opened in the morning, the pain was gone, his wounds were gone, aside from his torn clothing there was no sign of the attack. He thought he hallucated, that his mind made it all up. He had enough pain, trauma, and bad memories to send anyone over the edge, maybe he’d finally lost it.

One day in his cabin, he felt a seeing pain move through his body. Before he could figure out what was happening, he found himself standing in the middle of his trashed living room, no longer a man, but a bear.

That was the first time it happened.

Frank knew a lot of things, but he had no idea what the hell was happening to him. Sure he heard of things like werewolves and all that fantasy stuff, but a bear, how does one turn into a bear?

His search for answers led to hours online, with little results. Until he found it, a blog about the supernatural and folklore. Normally, Frank wouldn’t give this kind of stuff a second thought. But for a month, he’s turned into a bear twice and somehow survived the attack.

He needed answers and something about your face, your photo was comforting to him. Like he already knew you.

In the quiet of his cabin, Frank learned all he could about you. You studied folklore and mythology, you worked at a museum and you’ve published two fiction stories.

The more Frank learned about you, the more his desire to meet you and know you increased. You stirred a feeling in him he hadn’t felt in a long time, desire, but this desire is like no other he’s ever experienced. This is all consuming, like a wildfire, it possessed his thoughts, his emotions, his senses.

Frank decides, then and there, he wants to find you. You could help him figure out what's going on, even if he feels absolutely ridiculous saying it aloud. But even more than that, he needs to find you. A deep sense of urgency fills him, finding you becomes more important than figuring out what the hell is wrong with him.

[sirenmoth]

Warm Winter

Werebear x Human!Reader

Synopsis: Your teddy be- i mean werebear partner doesn't like you out in the cold

AO3

we need more monster fluff

Cold weather was a given living so far out in the woods, winter was when it got bad with the mountines of snows and skin biting blizzards, below freezing temperatures and scared fresh food other than meat and canned rations. Keeping a ental note to try and make and indoor greenhouse somewhere in the cabin to grow fresh produce when the spring thaw arrives. The small cabin as big enough and sturdy enough to keep the harsh elements of a mid november snow storm out, through the wind crept in through what cracks crevices it could find, another mental notes of what needed repairs.

Your partner slept more during these months to conserve energy, curling up on a makeshift bed of fur pelts and stolen camping equipment. You, however, didn't have that biological need to sleep for months on and off, becoming restless staying in bed all day. So you built a routin for the colder months, put in place when the sun starting setting earlier over the dusted white treetops and frozen over lakes. Keeping as quiet as possible, as not to disturb the ball of nesting fur in the bedroom. You saved the outdoor activities and chores for the warmer seasons, those usually consisted of fixing and repairing the damange the winter war has done, building up the little fort the two of you call home al over again, hoping it can survive another battle against the elements.

The cabin didn't have a lot of rooms, just a bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom, not much but it's home. You always leave the bedroom for later, giving it a deep clean in the fall before your partner goes to sleep and in the spring when your partner wakes up.

The first thing you do is start a fire, the small woodburner in the living is enough to provide heat for most part in the cabin, a massive wood pile sat beside it, another one sat in the kitchen by the stove. All lovingly chopped by your partner before they decided to crash for the winter.

Next you start on the kitchen, checking the food preservatives in the pantry and marking down what was running low and what was due to be expired soon down on a clipboard they brought a year years back when you asked if they had another to keep records for food during winter, knowing your partner it was from a campsite of unsuspecting campers who didn't know or didn't care they were in a bears' territory.

Picking up a bucket and broom on your way out, wanting to dust and sweep both the living room and kitchen. Thankfully the place stayed clean throught most of the colder months due to your being the only one active. Walking over to the bathroomand putting the bucket in the tub, the sink was too shallow for it, and walking back out to pick dust the shelves and organise. A quick glance outside, the snow has picked up into a light blizzard, white specks dances around in the air in rapid movments, the landscape now a frozen white desert. It was going to be a rough night, silently you prayed the cabin could stand up against it and keep you both warm and safe.

Finding a new place at the moment is less than desirable.

Retriving the bucket from the bathroom and turing off the tap, it was barely half full but everything needs to be conserved during the winter season. A loud bang rang out throughout the cabin, startling you, nearly making you drop the bucket. The source of the noise was one of the indoor shutters that flew open from a strong gust of wind, hastily you put the bucket down and , as quickly as you could, placed it back in its place, hoping no heat escaped.

An errie quite falls over the space, listening for movement, waiting to see if the noise distrubed the snoozing mass. A low growl emitted throughout the small space, the beast was awake and fully aware of a certain human missing from the nest. The sound made you froze, stopping the sudden repairs on the window shutter.

"I'll be there in a minute." you call out, finishing securing the shutter in place and closing it, latching it shut. Turing around you come face to face with the recently awoken werebear, grumpy and tired their sleep was interupted, standing hunched over in the door frame, staring you down. "I was just cleaning, I was going to come back to bed once I'm done." You attempt to explain.

Your explaination does very little as you're lifted up into the air and over their shoulder, dragged back to the bedroom, all chores supposed to be done be damned.

A strained groan leaves your throat as you get dropped with force onto the makeshift bed, then a heavy, hulking figure practiaclly collapse on top of you as soon as you make contact with the pile of fur and equipment. Smiling, you put up a fake struggle, squirming around to try and break free. Another growl is heard, a warning to stop it, still you continue to movie, trying to find a comfy spot. A strong paw traps you, pinning you down by the waist and pulls you in, close enough to feels your bears' warmth but not enough to suffocate you in their fur.

"I had work to do. Who do you think maintains this place while you sleep?" You poke at the soft pile beside you, which grunts in response, too tired to properly respond to your sarcastic remark.

"Mhm, I love you too." another grunt in reply. Rolling over to cuddle in closer, sighing contently, pressing your face into their chest. Feeling them curl around you like a personal heater, a furnace, keeping you warm from the cold. Sleep once again entered your mind, knowing you're not going anywhere any time soon, you let it.

Hopefully you'll be able to get everything you missed done tomorrow, along with what is also planned for that day. Knowing you hace your work cut out for you. Right now you let youself be effectively trapped and pinned to the bed, you decide staying isn't so bad, beside you need rest for the double work you've got set up for tomorrow.

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Laios w/ a beastkin!reader? I think a lot about how weird he got when izutsumi stripped in front of them and they had to blindfold him and he made that comment about wanting to count her nipples askshfjk and there are only a handful of confirmed beastkin types - werebears, weretigers, werecats, weredeer, wererats, and werewolves - so I feel like we could go crazy with hcs about what the other types are like! I like to imagine Laios with a beastkin partner that’s bigger than him. I think he’d go crazy if his “big and scary” beastkin partner let him eat off of them. It’d put him in such a vulnerable position, his partner being a predator and all, it’s like he’s their prey being lured into a trap. and I think he’d be so enticed by the looming threat of danger

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I get what you mean anon!

I remember reading that part with izutsumi stripping and laios asking that; I remember thinking how weird laios was and autism in him spiking up ("It should've been me!"). I can also imagine laios himself going "feral" over a beastkin who allows him to inspect their body.

Anon, you're onto something with the "as if he's prey being lured into a trap"

Considering how izutsumi was treated as a child. Taken from her mother (presumably) forced into a beastkin, sold as a slave, etc. And when shuro's father bought her, he didn't treat her like a slave —she was more like a pet than anything else.

That being said, it's safe to assume that the general consensus is that beastkin are "lesser."

Tw. Brief mentions of abuse and human trafficking, like very brief

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Beastkin!reader, who was sold as a child and forced to fuse with the soul of beast. Beastkin!reader, who was abused, starved, beaten, all considered training to be the perfect weapon.

Forced to confront the cruelty of humanity from an early age, beastkin!reader who rejects all forms of companionship. They never love or kindness, and the concept of such is foreign to them.

I imagine beastkin!reader escaping in their teen years. I imagine them traveling from place to place, like never staying in one area for too long in case anyone realizes that they are a beastkin.

I feel as if beastkin!reader finds themselves as detestable or disgusting. Especially considering when reader was thrown away by their parents and abused by the slave traders. Being a beastkin was a curse, and being fused with the soul of beast was filthy and wretched.

So imagine beastkin!reader's surprise when they meet Laios in the dungeon.

Think of beastkin!reader as the wolf princess from the blind prince and liar princess. Giant, furry, strong, and terrifying, the basic werewolf.

I like to imagine that Laios got separated from the group and found beastkin!reader in their partial wolf form (the ears and tail). Beastkin!reader is definitely on guard with their claws out and fangs ready to attack him.

I bet it came as a real surprise when Laios completely ignored their aggression and asked if he could possibly see the inside of their mouth (You said no). So surprised by his reaction in fact (people tend to scream or attack you) that you just blanked out and didn't realize how close he got until he held your paw.

"You nails and fur are rather immaculate—"

You kicked him hard (he's okay) and ran away, leaving him alone until his party found him.

I don't think their first meeting would have been long. Beastkin!reader is far too skittish and wary of "human" races to stick around and have a proper conversation with Laios — and considering how Laios is, beastkin!reader may have actually attacked with the intent to kill if they interacted any longer.

This meeting serves more as a basis and allows beastkin!reader to ponder his behavior. This way, when they meet again, beastkin!reader isn't as on guard, and they can interact!

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Now that it is said, I will write this after I'm done with the fics I currently have in progress. One of them being Laios x SeaSerpant!reader.

Same concept Laios with monstrous reader but more philosophical, heavily reader-based, and very "touchy."

So I'll try to be as quick as possible! ❤️❤️✨️