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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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The Hunt, Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, gore, mentions of bows and arrows, knife violence, slight angst, sacrficies, dubcon relationship.

Your head snapped up at the noise that came from the riverbank’s opposite edge. The anxiety bubbled in your chest as you wondered if it would be man or beast, and if you’d have to take another life today, so you ducked behind the rock you were hunting from. That was, until you spotted a large grizzly padding his way towards the stream.

You held your position, refusing to make a move; because if you did, it was highly likely that you could come across as prey to the bear, and if it was hungry, that could very well be your last mistake. Your heart raced as you watched the majestic beast, feeling a sort of calm washing over your senses. But through it all, the worry was in your veins, waiting on the call to flee or fight.

But the bear almost seemed to be paying you no mind, instead making his way to the water. You found a small smile making its way to the corners of your lips, pulling on them as it flopped onto its side, allowing the water to soak its dense fur. The bear had no concern to see you as a threat.

You giggled, unable to stop the nervous habit as you watched the bear roll in the water.

The bear’s movements ceased, and his head shot up into the cool Autumn air. Your breath caught in your throat. The giant, majestic creature was watching you intently with oceanic eyes that seemed to stare through your very soul.

“I won’t hurt you,” you offered softly, stepping out of the way of the rock, so that if you had to run you could. But instead, you picked up one of the salmon you’d caught just a few moments before. You tossed it to the bear, and it landed with a dull thud against the stream’s embankment. The bear looked at you cautiously, as though it were gauging you, before rising out of the water and heading towards the fish. You held your hands out defensively as you took a step back, “I won’t hurt you Mr. Bear.”

The bear chuffed, and had you known any better you would have thought it sounded like the bear was laughing at you. You, a simple woman from the village, a threat to the behemoth…anyone would find that laughable.

“I’m sharing my dinner,” you commented dryly, unamused by the bear’s attitude towards you, “you better not attack me for it later…”

The bear snorted heavily over the salmon, before digging into it. You watched, momentarily, as the bear’s claws shredded the fish as though it were something insignificant, and a worry brewed in the back of your mind, reminding you that the bear was no simple house pet that you could tame.

With a sigh, you dropped your hands, and slowly made your way back towards your supplies. Looking around, you realized that it was still far too light to make a fire, as other hunters would be able to spot you, so you dug your knife into the fish and tore it open, eating what you could.

Slowly, you noticed the bear began paying more and more attention to you while you attempted to eat your food. You spared him a sad look, “don’t make me give up the last of it too…I was only able to catch two today…and I haven’t had anything to eat yesterday.”

The bear stopped picking at his salmon, instead choosing to pick it up and angle his head in a way that looked like he was about to shake it. You watched curiously as he ‘threw’ the mangled fish back to you.

Your heart raced momentarily, and you prayed that the bear that had found you wasn’t a shifter. It was the annual hunt, and you’d been in the woods for two nights now without seeing any of them and had killed two men who had found you and attempted to take your maidenhood.

“You can’t…understand me…can you?”

To your question the bear began licking his paws. You narrowed your eyes, watching for any signs that he could possibly be a shifter or that he understood what you were saying, but the longer you watched him, the sillier you felt.

“Of course you can’t understand me,” you muttered softly as you looked away from him, “these woods are driving me crazy…they’ve got me thinking you’re a shifter.”

The bear had gone back to ignoring her and had dipped himself partially back into the water. You giggled watching as he rubbed his back on one of the larger rocks either to scratch an itch or clean himself, you weren’t all too sure. But you were quick to frown when you saw the dried blood on your hands.

The blood of the two men you had killed.

The blood and guts of the salmon?

You weren’t too sure anymore.

“If I bathe in the stream, will you promise not to eat me, Mr. Bear?”

The bear chose to ignore you, yet again, satisfying his own bathing needs.

With a quick glance over your shoulder your breathing got heavier. It was now or never, and you had to decide if you wanted to remain dirty and bloodied, or if you wanted to clean yourself off. If you waited any longer, then it might be too late to adequately dry off, and the cool autumn night would leave you with a chill and get you sick.

You through your clothes off, quickly stripping yourself away from them and you ran into the water. It wasn’t shallow, that much you knew from when you were fishing earlier. It was deep enough to where you could go out to your waist. But suddenly you felt self-conscious. Your eyes whipped around until you caught sight of the bear, watching you yet again.

Your hands raced up your chest, cradling your breasts, covering yourself from the beast.

“Look away, you naughty bear.”

But the bear continued to watch you, curiosity overtaking him.

The anxiety came bubbling back up, so you dunked yourself quickly, to make sure that you could get the grime out of your hair and off of your face. But when you came back up, the bear was no longer in the water.

He’d made his way up the embankment and was watching you from a much closer distance. He was sniffing your clothing.

“Go away!” you begged, covering your modesty, while trying to encourage the wild beast to leave you alone, “go away, please!”

But he didn’t. He only seemed to sniff your clothes more vigorously, pawing at the material.

Until a twig snapped.

You didn’t hear it, but he did. His head snapped in the direction of the action, and your eyes followed his. It took you but a moment to race out of the water, forgetting your modesty as you rushed to your clothes.

“Please don’t kill me!” you begged as you startled the bear, “whatever you heard made you nervous…and I can’t let anyone find me…not like this.”

You rushed back into your shoddy and torn dress, and he seemed to place himself between you and whatever was out there. Without thinking about it, your hand gripped his fur, as though he were some living teddy bear, your animal protector.

A shiver ran down your spine, and a gust of wind shot up your dress, making you feel chilled to the bone.

“Whatever you are hearing, I think we should leave.”

This, the bear seemed to understand, as he gently nudged you. You didn’t even question how the bear managed to make you feel safe.

You were being hunted by man and beast alike, and yet, this large grizzly seemed to make you feel like you were protected.

You followed his gentle nudges, never once letting go of the soft chestnut fur, until you reached a cave, a few miles away. The bear was the one that had stopped the two of you in your journey, looking carefully at you.

“Is it-is it safe in there?”

He sniffed the air, before walking in, leaving you outside of the cave. You looked around the woods, unable to see if there was a threat. But you felt a longing to be near the bear again. The two of you had an unspoken understanding and a mutual respect; and if nothing else, he was offering you a safe space for the night.

His cave was dark, but roomy. Walking into it, you had expected a dirty cavern that would be tight and congested, littered with fish bones or whatever carcasses the bear could have managed to bring back, but yet this den was anything but.

You felt worry in the pit of your stomach as you looked around. There wasn’t any sign that a human had been there recently, but that still didn’t mean that you were off the hook yet. It didn’t mean that a shifter couldn’t be lurking around.

A large grizzly like the one that had taken you in and offered you security for your simple act of kindness could easily be loyal to a shifter; and werebears and mountain lions were popular in the area.

You looked around the den, seeing that the bear had taken up residence in one of the darker, more tighter corners, and you nodded to yourself. If he was a shifter, he would have changed by now. Off in a separate corner, you saw a little cavern, one that looked small enough to build a fire. It had a peaked roof, and walking into it, you noticed that it had a tunnel that went deeper off into the cave.

With another nod, you made your way back to the entrance. But you stopped when the bear grumbled. Turning on your heel, you sighed. He was still watching you.

“I’m going to get some firewood,” you told him, as though your comments would mean much to him, “I’m human, which means I could die of hypothermia if I don’t stay warm through the night…I need a fire.”

The bear laid back down, and for another moment, you wondered if he was at least loyal to the shifters, or at least understood the words you were speaking. But when his eyes closed and he started resting once again, you continued your journey outside.

It wasn’t hard to find kindling, and other wood pieces that you could use to build and maintain a fire through at least the coldest hours of the night. And before the sunset started peaking over the foothills, you were finding your way back to the entrance yet again and quickly making your way to the cavern where you could light your little fire.

The evening came quickly, and you were warmed by your fire; your guard bear snoring lightly off in his little corner. It wasn’t until you heard some noise outside that you put your fire out, deciding that you were going to investigate.

Your stomach plummeted when a group of three men were stumbling through the clearing and towards your sanctuary.

“Hold your position,” you proclaimed loudly, making your presence known to the men who were whispering and arguing about where to hide for the night, “what business have you here?”

“Please Miss,” one called, holding out his pitch torch so that he and his companions were lit well enough for you to see that they were injured. You gasped, seeing the claw marks on their arms and chests, “we were attacked-our village. By a werebear. We saw puffs of smoke through the woods, coming from the top of this hill.”

“Y-you cannot come here!” you said quickly, “I-I cannot help you.”

“We only need a place to rest,” the second began, pulling away from his friends, “we will protect you if another shows.”

“NO!” you called firmly, taking a few steps back, “you must leave! Now! Keep your evils away from me.”

“What are you hiding, Miss?”

“I know her,” the third spoke calmly, raising his head and looking at you. You felt your chest tighten, “you were the sacrifice…y-you’re the reason they’re going feral…”

“I-“

“You are conspiring with them!” the first accused, suddenly becoming angry, “why else would you be hiding away while the villages are getting destroyed!”

“No, I-“

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” the first proclaimed, suddenly angry. He dropped his torch and reached behind himself, grabbing his bow and an arrow off his back, “WITCH!”

“No, wait,” you began, racing to tell him that you weren’t a witch or conspiring with anyone, “I-“

“BEAR!”

Suddenly, you were being pushed out of the way by a mass of chestnut fur. Your protector had awoken, and not taken kindly to other humans being around the two of you.

The injured men quickly took up fighting stances, dropping their torches in favor of weapons, while your bear charged towards them. The arrow whizzed past its position, and thudded softly against the bear’s arm, drawing a loud, angry roar from him.

Your hands went up to your mouth, and you gasped. The creature that had been watching out for you was struck by men, and it was all your fault.

But he continued his assault, quickly taking down the man with the bow, while the second man left his injured friend behind and came at you with a knife. Behind him, his friends screamed as they were being mauled by the bear, limbs being shredded, muscle eviscerated, and blood splattering against the trees and soft forest floor.

“Witch!” he proclaimed, rushing you with his knife. You dodged the first gouge he attempted, and he managed to catch the edge of your dress with his next downwards slice.

“I’m not!” you began, rushing towards you own supplies inside the cave. He caught you on the next slash, the soft flesh of your thigh splitting open with his shallow cut. You fell to the ground as the pain rushed your leg and blood tinted your skin, “Please! STOP!”

The man’s mouth fell open. He looked like he was gasping for breath, as his actions faltered. The knife fell out of his hand and hit the cave floor, clattering about. Your short, ragged breathing slowed when you saw the large bear behind him, and in a moment, the man fell to his knees, blood pouring around the back of his neck, and staining his tunic red.

And then his head fell to the floor in front of you.

You stifled a shriek behind your hand, your mind racing all too fast over what had just happened. You looked to your bear, forgetting your own injury as you noticed an arrow sticking out from one of his forearms, and a gash just between his front haunches.

“Y-you’re injured.”

The bear looked at you and you could see that his own injuries didn’t matter to him. You turned towards your supplied and reached for something to help him.

“Le-let me…Please. Pl-please let me take care of you, Mr. Bear.”

The bear gave a grumble, but fell down beside her, far too exhausted from his own battle to argue. You were quick to pull out your bottle of alcohol, needle, and some dried strips of animal muscle. You winced putting pressure on your leg, and decided that after you took care of your protector you would stitch yourself up. Until then, you ripped a strip of your dress off and tied it around your thigh so that the bleeding would at least have pressure on it.

Turning your attention back to the bear, you noticed his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Please don’t die on me,” you begged softly, stroking his muzzle. He gave you an apologetic look and you returned it, holding up the bottle of alcohol, “I know you can’t understand me…but what I’m about to do is going to hurt…I’m sorry Mr. Bear…”

He groaned when you opened the bottle and poured some of your booze on his wounds. You frowned, wishing that you didn’t have to hurt him so. Putting your hand on the arrow, you broke off the end that was sticking out of him and pulled it through the other side.

He gave an angry roar, but restrained himself, not snapping at you like you had expected.

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated whilst you stitched up the wounds. Every once in a while, your bear would softly groan at you, but he didn’t make any attempt to hurt you. When you were finally done, he rolled onto his back. You softly touched his fur, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Bear…I really am.”

But your protector was already off in his own dream world, his oceanic eyes covered up by his furry lids. So, you turned your attention towards yourself. With a shiver, you realized that you’d put out your fire when the group of men had come towards the cave, so your first order of business was to make sure that you could get it started back up again.

When you felt yourself becoming warmed up by the fire, and the cave started feeling like an acceptable temperature you turned your attention to your own wounds. With a heavy sigh, you peeled the dried strip of dress from the gash on your leg.

The burn made you cringe, and you whimpered, knowing that in just a few minutes it was going to get worse. Taking your needle, you sterilized it with your alcohol. Then, taking a heavy swig, you poured a healthy amount over your own wound.

“FUCK!”

You hadn’t realized that the bear was awake and watching you again. Or that his heart ached as he saw you tending to your own wounds, wishing that he could show himself to you.

But he still didn’t have the strength. He was still far too weak to go back to his human form to let you know that he would protect you in any way possible.

So, he watched you with a heavy heart as you sewed your own wounds shut. And when you lazily crawled towards him, he closed his lids, pretending not to notice your small form against his beastly one.

“You better not eat me in my sleep,” you whimpered softly, petting his chestnut fur. He felt a contented rumble growing deep within himself as it emanated from his body, “you’re a sweet bear…I only hope you stay that way in the morning.”

But when the first morning lights streaked through the entrance of the cave, it was not a bear that you were wrapped up in. It was not the two large furry paws, or chestnut fur that had kept you warm long after the fire died out.

In its place was a man, naked as the day he was born. He had long chestnut hair, and his chest was speckled similarly with patches over his pecs and running down the center of his chest.

You jumped away from him, shocked at what was going on, lost in the translation of it all. His eyes opened tiredly, but just enough so that he could peak at you before closing them once again, “I’m tired little mate…come back to me and let us rest until the afternoon…”

“Y-you’re human!” she said quickly, “wh-where is my bear? Who are you? What did you do to him?”

His eyes opened and you gasped, “What on earth are you talking about, little mate? It’s still me. I’m still Ari, your bear.”

“Y-you were a shifter.”

“I am a shifter,” he said softly, rolling onto his back. You gasped, seeing the wounds on his forearm and chest, “I couldn’t change back after those men…”

“And before that?”

“Little mate, we have all the time in the world to discuss that, now that I’ve found you before the third day ends,” he reminded you. You looked to the entrance of the cave, tempted to run, “I will say that you can run, but I’ve already got your scent in my mind…I was tracking you for nearly two days, little one…I doubt you’ll be able to escape me now.”

“But I-“

“And anyways…I’m a bear…I like the chase. It really revs me up,” he growled playfully, sparing you a glance. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes subconsciously worked down his chest to his growing erection, “what, little mate? Do I pique your interest in this form?”

“D-don’t call me that…”

“Call you what?” he asked, the playfulness falling away from himself, “Mate? That’s what you are. You’re my mate.”

“I am a sacrifice,” you reminded him, your eyes turning stony, “I was thrown in the forest and told to run. If I was caught by a bear or a human-“

“Do you wish to fight me?”

Your eyes slipped back to your supplies, before shifting to his again. It was like he was calling your bluff, but neither one of you moved.

“Come back to bed then, little mate,” he said softly, opening his arms out to you, “I could still keep you warm…just in a variety of different, more creative ways…”

“I-I don’t know you. I don’t w-“

“As I’ve told you before, my name is Ari,” he began, leaning on one of his elbows. Your eyes shot to his fully hardened appendage and you blushed, looking away again, “you know, it’s very rude to be eyeing a bear up the way you are…coming into my den with me…laying with me but not-“

“I have not laid with you, bear.”

“Ari…”

“Ari,” you repeated, giving him the small victory of saying his name. A rumble erupted from his throat, and it sent butterflies fluttering about in your stomach, “please stop looking at me like that.”

“Then come back to bed, little mate,” Ari repeated, holding his arms outstretched to you, “do not leave king of the bears waiting too long for his queen and mate. I would hate for you to send me into a rut our first night together…we bears are known for losing our senses…and while I would enjoy taking your maidenhood, cubs are a thing that I don’t wish to scare you with.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago

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Taste Of Honey: Part 8

A/N: Smut, chase kink, biting/marking

“You are officially the worst at making s’mores.” The sound of your laugh and the way the light had been cast upon your face, the rise and fall of shadows that had been reflected upon you, was another fabrication that made him crumble completely.

“I thought the point was to get your fingers covered in marshmallow?” Ari had leaned in to press his fingertips against your cheeks, absorbing your surprised squeak with a kiss from his lips, the sound akin to a wounded animal becoming a soft and relenting giggle as you willingly started to straddle his lap.

It felt as if it was the beginning of your relationship, the first true start and the memory itself would be engrained in his mind. The feel of your flesh against his, the sound of your laugh and the flutter of your heart that he coined as the most beautiful sound he had heard yet, had been carved in stone in his mind.

You were his everything. You were all he had ever wanted and needed.

Ari woke with fire surging through his veins and the beast inside of him gnawing at the surface. He had woken to the bolt of electricity striking him down where he had laid, fat beads of sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck as he had gripped the sheets with all his might.

He had fought against the ravaging cycle that would make him more beastly in human flesh than he had been in ages. It was you that set off the rut, it was you that had driven him to such irreparable highs that were agonizing. He had molten lava coursing through his veins while the barrier between the bear and the human had dwindled to a razor-thin line.

“Y/N,” he spoke your name, groaned in contempt as he rutted his hips, the tip of his cock painfully jutting against the seam of his jeans, “you need to leave.”

He had pictured it, he had seen it behind his eyelids like a porno playing out before him. He had seen your mouth open in pleasure and your voice raw from screaming his name as he fucked you with everything he had. Ari had seen the way you dug your nails into his shoulders until he bled until you were unable to grasp reality.

Ari could feel his cock plunging into your soaked pussy, his cock stretching your pussy walls as you struggled to take him all. His balls slapping against you as he fucked you stupid, as his rut forced him to use you as a receptacle for his seed, and he would be unable to stop. He wouldn’t stop until your pussy was dripping his cum and your belly had been prodded with his cock.

“Fuck!” Ari growled your name, your scent coiling around him like a vice that was urging him to break the binds of his bear, to allow that animalistic drive loose. “Y/N you need to get out of here!”

“Ari,” you stepped through the door into his bedroom and his bear had growled with need and desire, “Ari you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You need to leave!” God, how he wanted to pin you down and fuck you for hours. How he wanted to chase you through the woods only to catch you and sink his teeth into the nape of your neck, marking you as his. He wanted to fuck you into the earth, to fuck you in the dirt and reduce the two of you to the primal carnality that bound you together.

“Ari, please…” Your hand rested against his cheek, your palm brushing against his beard as your scent invigorated him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanna fuck you,” he howled with desire and vibrant need, “God! I wanna make you ride my fucking face, Honeybee.”

He couldn’t be gentle anymore. He was in a rut.

“W-what?” You stuttered, taken back and mildly surprised by the deep husk of his voice. Your heart was racing, you were scared of him but not terrified. You knew, in some manner that you were not going to be hurt by him, not in any way that wasn’t pleasurable.

“I wanna fuck you stupid. I wanna impale you on my cock and fuck you into exhaustion.” He had looked your way, he had cast his gold eyes upon you only a flicker of his usual blue within the intense gaze. “Come here, sweetheart. It’s okay. Come closer so I can feel you.”

Ari’s bear was enticing him, it was gaining control and urging you forward so he could pull you onto the bed and slam your slick cunt over his mouth. He was using the draw, the connection between you two to try and convince you to come within reach because once he could grab you, the rut would start.

“I think you’re right. I think I should leave.” You stepped backward, you had moved less than a foot, and the movement had stirred an entirely different reaction in Ari.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He growled pleasantly, stirred by the prospect of a fight. “Run, run away from me so I can catch you and fuck you where you’re caught.”

“Ari…,” you whimpered, and when he had caught the scent of your honey dripping between your thighs, it wasn’t a human sound that was yanked from his throat. It was pure animalistic drive and lust.

“Run,” he growled and started to push himself to stand, “fucking run.”

Ari watched you with the intense gaze of a predator, he had watched you as you stepped back again, fingers splayed against the door frame. He watched you, he studied you and then white hot pleasure had shot through him when you had licked your bottom lip and swallowed heavily.

You were as turned on as he was, you were blissfully aware and wanting to be fucked, as he wanted to fuck. You just didn’t know that his rut had triggered a response of your own, something Ari would tell you later when you both settled. He would tell you exactly what happened and why, after his rut was over.

“You want me to run?” You were halfway out the door already, simply confirming what he was trying to get across. “You want to chase me?”

“I’m going to hunt you,” Ari growled low in his chest, and rut his cock against his hand, “now run little rabbit. Run and let me catch you.”

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun

You felt like the rabbit in the children’s song that was steadily echoing in your mind, the prey that was being tracked down by the beast of man with iron and steel in his hands, the ability to render you lifeless. You had felt like the small critter bursting through the woods while the predator that was waiting to sink its teeth into you was trailing behind.

It was the falsity of fear that had surged through your brain and the adrenaline flooding your system while you darted off into the woods knowing that Ari would come crashing after you.

It wasn’t as if you feared him because you thought he would hurt you, it was the kind of fear that was arousing and erotic, the kind of jarring that made you well aware of how warm it was between your thighs and how desperate you were to come to a complete stop.

You wanted him to catch you, but you would not let it be easy.

“Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun.” Ari’s voice carried through the woods, his tone lingering and hovering low to the ground that had thrown you off guard, stilling your movements.

You had thought he was farther back however perhaps you were wrong, maybe he was closer than you had anticipated.

“Are you scared?” the hair on the back of your neck had stood, a shiver running down your spine when Ari had spoken again.

His husky voice was all around you, it echoed from every direction and there was no clear indication of where he was in the woods surrounding you, and as eery as his voice was coming from your surrounding, it was nothing compared to the silence that followed.

Ari was a predator among the woods, he was intimidating and the life around him was reacting in silence. It was still, any wildlife around him as he was on the hunt had become lifeless, aware that at any moment Ari could strike out at them.

His presence while he was in that primal and intensified state of needing to ‘find and fuck’ was intimidating to even you, and you had the secured knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Ari…” your chest rose and fell with rapid and exhausted breaths, your eyes darting around the surrounding expanse of thick woods and overhanging limbs.

There was a heaviness to the leaves that hung from the spindly branches, the overhanging greenery casting shadows that had truly made you question what was real and what was in your head.

“I’m here, mate.” Ari’s crisp baritone was present in your ear, over your shoulder and surrounding you in every possible way like a vine crawling and climbing up your legs for stability. “You don’t see me?”

“You’re fucking with me.” You wiped your hands on your legs and exhaled slowly, your heart racing with a steady thrash, your skin prickling when you heard branches snapping behind you.

“Am I fucking with you?” Ari was close and you were hyper-aware of his presence as he surrounded you, as stalked around you. “Am I screwing with you, mate?”

Your eyes closed for a moment, and your eyes fluttered closed when you felt hands upon your arms and a puff of warm air against the back of your neck. The presence of a strong chest against your back was an illusion that spurred you into action and gave you another chance to run.

You had to dart forward again, dashing through the tree line with new invigoration that spurred you forward. You had turned a corner, sharply, and had narrowly missed a low-hanging branch. You had thought you were safe, though you had escaped Ari and the chase had continued.

“I told you I would find you,” Ari had come from out of nowhere and grasped your hips, pulling you back to his chest, his lips slated against your ear, “and now I’m going to fuck you as I promised.”

“Ari,” you shuddered against him, pleasure already buzzing within you and the warmth that had been pooling between your legs was immense, “please-“

“I know what you need.” Ari had slipped his hand down your stomach to the band of your jeans, his fingers tearing the button from the denim, throwing it to the side like it was a piece of cotton.

He had kept himself pressed against you, firmly holding your back to his chest while his lips grazed the shell of your ear. His hand had slipped beneath the band of your jeans, fingers pushing aside your panties with a stark drive and hunger. The feeling of his fingers against your warmth, against your dripping cunt was immediately drawing moans and whimpers from your lips.

He was relentless in the soft strokes of his fingers against your puffy pussy lips, first getting you stretched out and worked up with his thick digits pushing into your cunt, sinking into your length. You were driven by the same hunger, the same lust that was driving Ari and had started rocking your hips against the thrust of his fingers.

You rest your head back against his shoulder, your body and mind aware of Ari’s free hand continuing to rip and tug at your clothes. He was freeing you of your restraints and the chill of the air that had hit your bared flesh was another soft whimper that was snuffed out quickly by his fingers tracing your lips.

“I love the sounds you make and I don’t want you to be quiet-“ Ari grunted and ground himself against you, his cock angrily pulsing against your bare ass, trapped behind his restrictive clothing. “-give me all you have.”

Ari’s fingers curled inside your cunt as he pushed them deeper inside your spongy dripping walls, stirring the fire within your belly that was making you crater against him.

It was your desire and your need, it was your hunger that had made you ride his fingers. You were desperately holding onto him, your nails digging into his forearms while he whispered sweet and filthy things into your ears.

You were moments away from orgasm, moments away from hitting that pivotal high that would’ve been as blissful as it was endless when Ari had pulled his fingers out of your cunt, denying you the ability to have that pleasure.

He had turned your head and swallowed your whines with his lips, silencing your stifled whimpers.

“You’re not going to cum unless it’s on my cock.” Ari had pulled away, just long enough to set you on the mossy ground and spin you to face him. “Tell me what you want.”

He towered above you, still clothed while you were standing on the strips of cloth he had destroyed, your body reacting to the chill of the cooling weather and the heat that was radiating from his massive body.

You had whined in need, your thighs rubbing together to feel some kind of friction that you needed and craved, holding out as long as possible to keep yourself grounded with the feeling of being in control.

You knew, that realistically, you were going to completely lose your mind and all sense of reasoning when Ari had decided he couldn’t hold out.

“Come on mate, tell me what you want.” Ari had worked quickly on his barriers, ripping and tearing them off just as he had done with yours, freeing himself to the same chill and the same basest nakedness that you were reduced to.

It was the sight of his veiny and thick cock, the beads of precum dripping from his head and the weighty drop of his balls that had made your inability to speak your desire more obvious. You were captivated by his thick length, by the promise of the stretch and burn that would come as he plunged himself deep within your walls.

However, it was the way he had grabbed his cock at the base and pumped his shaft twice that made you crumble. It was the soft and languid strokes that had lit the fire in your belly.

Your lips moved with your desire, you spoke your want and needs while your ears rang. You couldn’t hear the sound of your voice but you knew you had given him the admission he wanted because Ari had proceeded to follow up with the quick yank of you to his chest. His hands grasped your hips, lifting you from the mossy ground to pierce your cunt with his throbbing cock.

The pleasured and slightly startled squeak was high-pitched yet momentary that had quickly bled into your moans that were deeply rooted in desire. You were rocking your hips against his thrusts, your body jerking from how he had thrust into you. Ari’s hands had gripped and squeezed your ass as he helped you ride his cock, assisted you in taking every thick inch. It was the sound of fucking, the sound of skin slapping skin and the feel of his lips against your chest as he lapped at the beads of sweat that had rolled down your chest.

It was the primal drive to fuck and be fucked that had made you cry out his name as he lifted you from his cock only to slam you back down onto his shaft.

“You’re taking me so fucking well.” Ari’s eyes had flashed gold, he was becoming more beastly with every thrust. “You were made for my cock.”

Ari had pushed you back against the nearest tree, holding you against the bark as he fucked into you. His lips had traced your left nipple, tongue teasing the hard nub as your back arched and your head lolled against the wood. You were unable to form thoughts and make any kind of noise that wasn’t a pleasured scream. You were stuck between his body and the tree, jerking and moving pliantly as he fucked you how he wanted.

“Ari, I’m close,” your voice was strained by gasps and whimpers, your body rocking against him as your pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock, “Ari, I can’t-“

He growled against your lips, more beast than man. He was swallowing every sound you made, every cry and whine, every grunt of your pleasure was muffled by his lips as he took all you could give him. Ari was relentless, he was fucking you like the wild animal he felt he was, using you as a receptacle for his seed.

“Bite me,” one hand was against his back, nails digging into his flesh while the other had grabbed a hold of his hair, yanking on the sleek brown strands, holding onto him with all you could, “bite me, mark me, make yours-“

Ari had pushed you against the tree, pulling out once more to slam back into you. He had angled his head against your neck and suckled on your flesh.

He waited until he felt your cunt and your orgasm on the edge, and then he parted his lips and bit down on your flesh. His teeth sank deep into your neck as your pussy clutched his cock, your cunt walls squeezing him while your release had gushed. You were screaming his name, your voice on the cusp of being hoarse from how you had screamed your desire.

He took it all, he had taken all of it while he flooded your pussy with his thick, hot seed, fucking his spend into your cunt to deposit every last drop.

Ari had kept his lips on your neck, he had kept his tongue against your flesh lapping at any residual blood, cleaning you as if you were both nothing but beasts bound together by fucking to mate.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Ari had finally spoken, huskily promising an entire night of you fucked to your limits.

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lajadelmira · 3 years ago

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i likeeee BIG BOIIISSS

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ignisuada · 2 years ago

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Were Appreciation Post

Werewolves: you are all such good wolves! Such a keen sense of sight and smell, such amazing hunters (and even better cuddlers)

Weredogs: Don’t worry so much about living up to your werewolf cousins, you are all good dogs in your own right! That’s right, wag that cute little tail of yours!

Werebears: Big and strong, but also big ol softies, ain’t that right? You’re rulers of the forest! Survivors of winter!

Were-birds/avians: Take flight, my dears, be free from the restraints of humanity!

Were-cows/bulls: I know you all are rarely represented in media, but I see you! You deserve as much love as any other were!

Were-aquatics: Swim swim far away from the constraints of the land! Make friends with the sea life! Rule the waves with your shining scales!

Werelizards: Another often forgotten group, but don’t let that distract you from being who you are! Wether you’re an adorable gecko or a fearsome crocodile, you are always deserving of love!

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years ago

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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!

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monsterkisserlove · 2 years ago

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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

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