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hey. HEY. artists. writers.

take your TIME

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Do you ever write something and then go back and read it? And you're like

DAYUM who wrote this??? This is great!!

But you're the one who you wrote it

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Bear Price Pt 11

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“She talks about you a lot.” Alex began again as both him and Price lumber their way to the shooting range. Price reminds himself that he's doing it for you. Anything for you.

Price hasn't been very chatty. Not on purpose. He couldn't get many words in between Alex's yammering.

So he gave up trying to speak, only interjecting affirmative grunts occasionally. Carrying his .17 rifle behind his back while he led the two of them to an approved range.

“We're ‘ere.”

John pulls out a water bottle to take a few swigs. He examined Alex as they got settled in the space. He was agile. His breath no heavier than when they started, a little sweaty, but nothing out of the ordinary. As if it's a warm up.

Price was suspicious of him., a gut instinct that pulls his attention away from his younger appearance and charm. It's not working on him, and they both knew it.

“What'd you bring to shoot?” Price grunts.

Alex pulls his gun from his bag, “A .12 gauge.” John rolled his eyes.

“You brought a shotgun out here to shoot?”

Alex paused, the fakeness to his smile dropped for a moment, that glint in his eye near deadly, “John,” He puts his gun aside, “Let's be honest to one another?” Alex offered the seat across from him, keeping the playing-ground equal.

John’s happy to finally drop the act. “Gladly.” He wrapped his arms across his chest, his beast’s feathers ruffled.

Alex begins, “We're only here because of her.” Only for her. “It's because she wants you to be nice to little ol' me.” His smile had a sharp edge to it, “Then we can stop bullshitting and end this shit.” He swipes his teeth with his tongue, dangerous.

John's beast began to growl at his threat. “You can go fuck yourself as far as I'm concerned, buddy.”

His grey eyes held a sharpness behind them, that was no doubt. Price glanced down to his hands. His claws were out. A damned beast.

Price let himself get big, his fur beginning to cover any extra skin. The smaller beast transformed in kind; his limbs lengthening as he lands on all fours. A grey wolf stared back at him.

The bear roared.

He knew, of course. That damned scent that bothered him. It was this skinny, lanky wolf who touched what’s his.

The bear lurched forward and the wolf danced back. The bear rolled in the wolf's way, coming close to crushing the smaller beast. But the wolf was faster. The beasts survey each other in circles, teeth snarling. The wolf begins to …laugh.

The wolf was the first one to transform back, his stride untouched from beast to man. “Let it be known, bear.” He speaks, “I'm not here for her. I'm here for you.” A rough grunt comes from the bear. “You've made it so known that's she's yours, I just had to know who claimed her.”

“A strong shifting beast.” A pleased groan escapes from the wolf, “I couldn't imagine passing up the opportunity.” His smile didn't reach his eyes. “I will take what's yours,” they both come to a stop, “And I will kill you.”

They lunge at each other, claws out and taking chunks out of flesh. Luckily, the shifters will regenerate faster than you could ask questions.

The wolf man is able to scratch at John's face, tearing off a bit of cheek as he slashed at him. The sting felt like nothing at the moment, so Price tries to grab the meaty flesh of his arm with his teeth.

He lands his strike and pulls, hearing the muscle rip apart and the wolf man howled followed by a choppy laugh. Alex threw his head back, “I haven't felt this alive in years!” He proclaims.

John could only grumble under his breath. This shifter is not sane, that John knows. He must get rid of this threat before he even thinks about causing you any damage. He goes to aim for his throat, wanting to end this before it get any worse. But the man is too quick. Spry similar to the wind.

This time when the beasts clash, they drop their shifting forms and begin to grapple in their human forms. They are face to face. There's a trail of blood running down Alex's hairline but the shark-ish smile amplified the gleeful glint in his eye. Price tried to not admit how unsettled he was.

All his years in the military, he had taken out some of the most evil of powers. He was able to keep moving through a mission, regardless, of how shaken he was. But this. This…being was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

“You're going to leave this town and turn back now or else-"

“Or else what? You finally fight me?” Alex sneers.

Price used his body weight to throw them both off balance, rolling with the move in order to pin Alex down under him. He's got him effectively pinned, hand on his throat, but still, Alex smiles as he look into the face of the bear.

“I tear you from limb to limb for stepping on my territory.” He growled, pushing him further into the ground.

Alex’s smile mocks him, “Big bad bear is really grumpy, huh?”

A bear claw comes down and slashes his face, a set of three ruining that pretty boy face of his. The claw wrapped around his throat, blood pouring from the wounds and sliding down to soak into his fur. “The only reason you’re not dead is because my girl would be unhappy. So run. Run and if I ever see your face again I’ll make sure you’re bird food.”

The wolf shifter finally had the nerve to look worried, reaching up to grip the bear paw crushing his windpipe.

Price wasn’t a man to give second chances, but since his retirement—since you, he’s tried to be more lenient and forgiving. It would prove to be a mistake.

John let the wolf man escape his clutches. They stared at each other for a moment, no words being exchanged. Then Alex bolts into the forest.

“How was hunting with Alex?” You ask him later.

John kept his face neutral as he answered, “He didn’t show up.”

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the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings

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Bear!Price Pt10

“John!” He would never get sick of hearing his name on your voice. Grateful, even.

He steps up to the counter, hands empty. “Hello, Honey.” Your hands rub the hem of your shirt. You always work up a nervous energy when he comes to see you at work. He’s only done it one other time, and you didn’t kiss him, he doesn’t mind. A nasty worm gets under his skin. Maybe she doesn’t want to be seen with you.

“How’s your day, love?”

You smile as you relax into recapping your day so far. Your name gets called from the back from an unfamiliar voice. There’s something in the air that unsettles Price. “Oh, you haven’t met the new hire, yet, have you? Alex!”

The man that emerges from the back is vaguely familiar to Price. He’s lean, any muscles he has he hides under his clothing. His dark hair tousled on top his head and his smile is dopey and awkward, unassuming. There’s bandage poking out under his sleeve and his eyes are grey.

Alex comes forward, presenting out his hand as his smile doesn’t touch his eyes, “You must be John, then?” So she does talk about me.

Price minds his manners, feeling your gaze on him as he interacts with a stranger. Your stranger. “John Price.” He shakes the other man’s hand.

John is caught off guard by the tightness in his grip and the change in his gaze to something…else…Something John can’t put his finger on. It sets him on edge. John squeezes, Alex doesn’t flinch, but his sneer gets wider, knowing he’s got John unsettled.

He doesn’t notice the growling.

You clear your throat to break the obvious tension between the men. “Alex was talking about going shooting, but doesn't know the area.” Alex’s smile is wrong, a knowing glint behind it.

You touch his arm, softening his mood, “Maybe you two could find some time to go hang out!” Your suggestion was so innocent. John wasn't even sure if you knew what you were even suggesting.

John chuckled, “N-"

“That'd be awesome!” The younger man had a boyish charm to him that he can see has blinded you. John sees through his shit.

His hackles are raised.

John calls for you, pulling you aside, “I'm not sure if you should hang out with him, love.” He tried to gentle suggest.

You scoff, “Don't be like that. He's a nice guy and figured it'd be an easy way for you to make friends.”

“I don't need to make friends, Honey” John bristled at the thought of being forced to socialized. Bears are a solitary creatures, content to live in their area without mistake. Unfortunately for Alex, he’s in John's territory. “You're all I need.”

He leans in for a kiss, to make it known, but you keep him at bay, “John, he's a nice guy. Just give him a chance, okay?”

Price grumbled.

He agreed.

You celebrated.

“Alex, John said he’ll take you shooting.” Alex celebrated across the store.

There was something off that Price couldn't put his finger on. But he brushed it away; ignored it for you. Because it’s what you want.

And John's a sucker.

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soap is totally one to blow joint smoke along your nice puffy wet pussy lips as a tease while Gaz plays with your nipples behind you

Look at the princess, so sesnsitive..." gaz teases, his fingertips lazily grazing over your nipples.

"don't gotta worry about cotton mouth when I have such a wet pussy in front of me." he dips his tongue in as he passes the joint to Gaz.

"God baby you feel fantastic...." kyle ruts into your lower back, the sizzle of frictions adding up to a pleasant buzz as he takes another hit.

Johnny brings a finger up and pushes lightly against your hole, teasing the edges

"where's the lighter?"

"against her clit, give her a minute, she's sooo close." the rub of the plastic and his cock begins to flutter of your walls again for the nth time tonight.

When Soap sinks his cock in you, he groans. the pressure of both their bodies against yours, grinding against you in beautiful tandem.

Gaz nibbles against your ear as he murmers the highest of praises

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Literally my favorite dynamic between these two 😍 😍

I know we talk a lot about Soap being Ghosts pup but I need more love for Ghost being Prices dog

Ghost being the obedient thing that lies at Prices feet

A perfect attack dog that also guards, retrieves, and at the utmost obeys. always.

Price saved him and trained him well and for that Ghost will always be loyal to him

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STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

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Bear Price Pt 9

Price couldn’t sleep. The beast inside him was restless. Angry. That damned smell.

It kept running through his mind even after you were long gone. After he already considered it an accident.

Accident or not, the beast was mad. He wasn’t sure if he could rationalize his way out of this one.

So he went out to the woods, scratched around different trees to attempt to sate his rage. Some more than once. Some more than twice.

The beast roared as he made his presence known. He heard the smaller prey scurrying away as he lumbered around, not wanting to get in the bear’s destructive path.

He doesn’t realize how much he was sulking until something fast descends on him and bites his hind leg, it keeps on until it hides in the woods again. He roars into the air, trying to scare whatever thought they could take him down.

He scans the trees, trying to find the offender to make them an example of them. No one answers. The dark shadows move. Some jump fast as rabbits, some slither under the underbrush.

Price yells into the empty space between the trees. His eyes and ears are sharper in this form, but he is still unable to find what bit him. He almost lets it go. Not allowed to add it to his already sour mood.

The shadow moves towards him again, agile and spry. John moves at the last second.

It’s a wolf, but there’s something…wrong.

With dark grey fur, its lanky body circles him, challenging.

The bear accepts.

This time when the wolf charges, the bear meets his stride, claws forward.

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And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing.

You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you think you can’t do it for much longer.

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"Eyes up, boys."

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all stand at attention like the good soldiers they are. Obedient to a fault.

Their oozing cocks dribble precum onto the floor. Even as they ache, they won't reach for their cocks, because they're good soldiers.

Captain Price drills his hips into you as you're bent over the table and on display for the three military men in front of you. They watch your breasts bounce with each stroke, jealous.

"Eyes on her," He commands.

Soap has to bite his lip to keep him from speaking out of turn. Gaz's cock is the messiest, leaking with the desperation to mark that pretty neck. All of Ghost stands at attention, watching your open mouth moan for their Captain.

The whole room is tuned into you being fucked stupid. You try to keep it together, but a slight change in angle and you're creaming over John's cock. "Look how pretty she is when she cums."

Price had no intention of slowing down his pace as he continues to ram into your hole. "My good girl." He growls as his hips falter, pushing as far as he can go to drop his load into you. Marking you.

The room is silent for a few moments, before Price slides out, "So who's gonna clean her up?"

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Officer Price

nearly jumped for joy when there was a call in your building. Price picked up his radio, confirming with his badge number, "Responding."

Price took a different route than he usually does.

He comes onto the seen and sees you hysterical as you pointed at a retreating figure, "Officer! He-He-He-"

Price jumps into action, "Hey!" He started off in a run after the figure, mentally taking down details as he turn a few corners around your apartment complex. Price let the crook get away.

He headed back your way, noticing a few neighbors beginning to poke their head out to the crying young woman. Price internally groaned, not wanting to complete any witness statements when he's so close to you.

"It's okay, ma'am." he puts a hand on your back, the soothing motion helping you catch your breath to help you explain what happened.

You were held at gunpoint during an attempted robbery. "Are you okay, ma'am? What's your name, sweetheart?"

You give him your details without much of a fight. His girl is so trusting.

Maybe too trusting...

"I was coming from work and-and-" you had big fat tears running down your cheeks as you sniffled like a dame.

Price tried to keep his focus to the task at hand. "I'm sorry that happened to you, sweetie." The primal terror put you on edge. You cover your mouth to hold in a sob.

It did hurt John to watch you so distraught; so scared. John cooed at you, "You have been so brave and strong for me," you lean your cheek further into his hand, your vulnerable state seeking any and all comfort. A fact John used to his advantage, "How about you upstairs so you can get some rest."

You hesitated in your answer.

"Could you come with me?"

Something dark and twisted curled in John, "Of course, darling" you relaxed just a fraction, "Lead the way."

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When Ghost is in trouble...

Price leaves Simon there, making his way back to his lighter to light his still unlit cigar. The Captain began to grumble under his breath as his frustrations continue to heighten. He sits to take a load off his feet. “Cap-“ “Shut up. I don't want to hear a word come out of your mouth, is that understood?” A beat of silence. Price smirked as he took his first hit, “Good boy.” He takes another hit. “’s about time you listened.” Ghost didn't say anything. Price began to unbutton his belt and pants, sighing with the pressure of no longer being compressed together. He reveals his cock and balls, heavy with all the frustrations he’s been struggling with for the last few days. There was no hiding the way Simon's eye examined it. “Here.” Simon starts to stand, “—no, no.” John doesn't give him any direction, knowing Simon doesn't need it. Because Simon knows who he belongs to. Ghost grumbles, but he begins to crawl to Price. John lazily smokes as he watches Lieutenant Ghost finally listening. When Simon is within grabbing distance, John moves swiftly and grips him by the back of the neck, shoving his face down to his boots. ” You’ve been running around my base yelling at officers and picking fights left and right. And for what? Because you forget who holds your leash?” He hisses, his tone low and threatening. The man on his knees suddenly has nothing to say, barely struggles against the grip on his neck pinning him down, forcing him eye to eye with  his captain’s shiny black boots. John notices the quiet. A grin breaks around the cigar in his mouth, “The big bad Ghost doesn’t want to fight anymore, hm?” A teasing sneer, “All because he wanted Daddy’s attention.” That’s when the lieutenant comes back to life, the accusation warming Ghost’s cheeks. He tries to sit back up, but Price is prepared. “Oh, no, no…” The chuckle John lets out adds to the color in Ghost’s cheeks. “You don’t get to act all high and mighty now.” Satisfied with Simon’s shame, John leans back in his chair once again, putting his cigar back in his mouth and moves his pants further down. His proud member on display. He grips himself in his hand and starts to stroke himself, finding an even, yet pleasurable pace. Simon can’t help but watch his captain’s heavy shaft cause his eyes to roll back, releasing all the stress from the day. Stress that Ghost made. Desire began building under Simon’s skin. The want to help, to cause Price pleasure instead of frustration, nearly springs forward. But, Price trained Ghost better than that. John takes in the desperation in the kneeling man’s eyes. He knows that desire is there. He knows what he wants and takes the extra pleasure in not giving it to him. “What is it, boy? This what you’ve been craving all day?” Simon shakes his head in denial. Price growls, one of his boots gently pressing down on the bulge Simon is failing to hide. “Use your words,” frustration continues to lick up his spine. “No.” The hand that isn’t stroking him, reaching out and grips Simon’s hair under the mask, tilting his neck at an awkward angle, forcing eye contact. “No, what? “No, sir.” John is finally pleased. Melting back in his throne as he continues stroking his cock, his toe still on the Lieutenant’s. “Finally, a dog who remembers who owns them.” Simon bristles a bit at all. There’s been an itch under his skin he hasn’t been able to scratch.

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Who cums first?

Neither of you have had an orgasm in days. A bet. A challenge.

Dinner was only the appetizer to the main event. You stumble in, kissing like teenagers through the door. “Simon,” you giggle as he lifts you up to get to the cough faster. “But our shoes-“

               “I’ll wash the carpet tomorrow.” He mumbles as he bullies his way to nibble on your neck to mark your pretty skin.

               The drinks you had at dinner made undoing each other’s clothing clumsy and awkward. But you both grin and laugh anyway.

               Simon perches you towards the edge and moves your legs open, “Gotta taste.” He pushes your thong to reveal your wet and puffy lips. Your moans are heavenly.

               He takes his time, he feasts. Simon smirks as your moans change, more airy; more desperate. “Giving up so easy, are you?” The playful lithe in his tone brings you back to the game. You weren’t ready to lose.

               You shake your head, your determination back. He slips in a finger unfairly, just so he can win.

               It takes a bit of effort, but the buzz under your skin calms down, enough for you to not focus on how good his fingers feels dragging against your walls. You don’t cum somehow. A miracle. He adds in another finger.

               “Oh, God.”

               “No God here, pet. Only me.”

               The heat in your core burns, just on the edge of oblivion.

               But you persist.

               After you’re able to catch your breath again, Simon sits back, a devilish smile, upon his lips, “That’s a good girl,” He caresses your opening once more before towering over you. “My turn.”

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This is your reminder that you are brilliant.

Your voice and writing style is unique and is unlike any other author/writer. Stop comparing your work to other artists.

There is only one YOU!

Only YOU can write your WIP the way it is supposed to be written. No one can replicate what you’re capable of.