#bear!price

He’s horribly endeared by it and his deep-seated instincts pull him to join you when his duty demands otherwise. Not his fault you look so cozy, curling around yourself and burying your nose in the blanket Gaz threw over you when he found you.

He tries calling out to you but you are dead to the world, so he lays a warm palm on your shoulder, rocking you gently to ease you back to the waking world. He answers your soft sleepy sound with a deep chuff, his bear endlessly pleased you feel safe enough to sleep so heavily around him and his team. You’re awake but definitely not alert, so he lets himself sit by your legs as you shake off the grip of sleep.

“Cap?”

“Meeting in ten, grab some joe.” He tells you, paw heavy on your head as he gives your adorable bed-head a ruffle. You’re too gone to sleep to wrinkle your nose at the treatment.

“Yessir.” You slur, and he has to make himself walk out the rec room at the sound of your sleep rough voice.

When he sees you again your eyes are brighter and you grip your coffee cup like a lifeline. You don’t get much of it down before you’re pulled to another task, looking down at it, forlorn, before putting in front of Price. A silent offering and he’s not one to turn down caffeine and if he does, take him out back and finish him off. And it certainly has nothing to do with the fact he gets to swallow down the lip-print you left on the rim. Honey-flavored chapstick. He doesn’t stop the happy rumble coming from his chest and you give him a small slight smile before you’re off. He adds the look to the catalogue of secret smiles he's won from you.

Next time it’s you that catches him napping. You come well prepared, armed with coffee and the flask of whiskey you keep hidden in your vest. He doesn’t even hear the door to his office open, chin tucked to his chest, still gripping a pen. The approaching winter had him at its beck and call, quick to sleep and slow to wake.

“Your neck is going to kill later, Cap.” He rouses at the sound of your voice, soft and to his right. You’d lingered a little longer than you’d like to admit, barely controlling the urge to rub the fuzzy little ears he usually keeps hidden under his hat. He looked younger in his sleep, without the furrow in his brow and stern frown on his lips, like a big oversized teddy bear, but you’ll keep that one to yourself.

On que he lifts his head, neck cracking loudly. His wince has your hands itching to lift and massage the soreness out for him. You sigh, a little frustrated at yourself for fanning the flame of the embarrassing crush you have on your boss. You told yourself it was the trauma bond, nothing like shedding blood to bring two people together. It’s just the inevitable coworker crush you tell yourself, even when he’s the last thing you think about before falling asleep and the first when you wake.

It gets exponentially worse when he yawns, not looking as he reaches out to the general direction he heard your voice and patting around lazily. You can’t help but step up from your extremely respectful and professional distance away from his desk. The meaning of the words fizzle out when he catches a belt loop and reels you in.

“You got something for me?” He rasps, prompting you for an update, and the way his voice rumbles out of his chest and buries itself between your legs is beyond unfair. You start with the coffee, waiting a second before putting the flask down next to it. He lets out a grateful huff and you know you’re going to need to change your underwear after all this.

“Laswell touches down in twenty.” You ruin your own pleasant haze you’ve been floating in since he pulled you close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. The frown and furrow are back. He’s all squint, 90% bushy frown, hat forgotten on the desk in front of him.

“We best be meeting her then, hm?” He sighs, coming to a stand. You cannot be bothered to step out of his space but especially when you get a delicious whiff of his cologne and cigar smoke. Drenched. Ruined. In need of some alone time in the showers later.

You hardly breathe when his sleep-warm palm comes up to hold the back of your neck, steering the both of you out of his office. You stop moving all together when he lets go to open the door. He looks down at you when you don’t follow him through the door, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Keep up, trouble.” He chuckles, like he wasn’t the one caught napping on the clock.

“Right behind you, sir.” You hum. He doesn’t have to pretend to hear the warmth in your voice.

It isn’t long before John’s instincts have him searching you out at night, driven by your raw scent, fresh from the shower before you get ready for bed. It's getting worse day by day, so drawn in by your earthy sweetness that he lingers silently outside your door for far too long, holding his bear by the metaphorical scruff. You look longingly at the shadow under your door, fingers slipping through your folds wetly hoping he hears your need.

It’s not until he comes home limping that he finds his control slipping through his fingers, frost in the air. His senses are fuzzy and nothing feels right, his bear huffing and puffing just beneath his skin keeping him from sleeping off the pain. He barely hears the medic giving the usual warnings to take it easy before he’s bullying past them back to the barracks. His den calls to him, nearly dead on his feet when he smells you. It feels like every knot, every inch of tightness in his shoulders unravels as he breathes the remnants of you that linger in the common room. He doesn’t even realize he’s darkening your door until it pushes open under his palm. The sight of you asleep on your bunk, rolled half onto your stomach with your leg hiking up, settles him. The long line of your body has his mouth watering and teeth aching to sink into your plushest parts. You don’t stir when he looms over your bed, only when he sinks a knee down on the mattress. He lets out a pained groan when he sheds his shirt and drops down next to you, mattress squeaking violently under his weight and stitches in his side pulling tight.

“Mhm. Price?” You slur, head lifting off your pillow. He makes a pleased chuff, you don’t sound alarmed that he’s crawling in your bed at this hour, the fact you knew without even seeing him.

You try to roll over, giving him room, but he hushes you and presses a big paw on your back. You jolt, remembering you went to bed without a shirt when you feel his palm on your bare skin. He soothes you, big palm petting down your back as he urges you down with a grumble in your ear. His breath is hot on your neck as he rolls over onto you, thick pelt of his chest meeting the sensitive skin of your back as he eases his weight onto you with a satisfied sigh. You make a high pitched squeak at the contact, body going tight as he maneuvers you how he likes. Hooking a heavily furred thigh around your own and giving the padding of your tummy a grope as he settles. Your room was coated in your scent, your pillows and sheets even more so. He wanted to roll around in it until it settled under his skin permanently.

“Shush now, let ‘m get a feel cub, that's it.” He pushes a hairy arm beneath your chest, thick fingers groping your tits as he presses wet bristle-y kisses to your shoulders. You can’t stop the sleepy whine that leaves you, oh god please don’t let this be a dream, please please please-

The bulge pressing under the cleft of your ass is too hot and hard to be a dream. You can’t help but roll your hips back to feel more of him. You can feel how slick your lips are, slipping together wet and syrupy with your want.

“Price-“ the want in your voice and the smell of your need in the back of his throat is all the approval the bear needs.

“Settle down.” He slurs, but the way he humps against the plush of your ass has you doing the opposite. One particular rut has him pressed right up against your heat, underwear clinging to your folds as he pushes around your slick with the heft of his cock. You can do nothing but lay there with the way he has you pinned, legs tangled together as he grinds into you with sleepy rolls of his hips.

“Perfect thing, huh? Feel so good and you’re not even on my bloody cock yet-“ his moan has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“oh-“ your throat closes up on a desperate whimper when the hand pinned between your chest and the bed falls lower and cups your pussy, playing the damp fabric keeping him from your slick and pinching your puffy lips together.

“There she is.” His hips fall harder as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it would get him high. He pulls them to the side and his thick calloused fingers are there to catch the obscene amount of slick, pooling on his fingers and down his palm. He knew it would be fucking good, knew you’d drip down his fucking balls like this-

You reach back, hands patting at the thick of his stomach hanging over his waistband before finding your prize, pulling his throbbing cock free and feeling it bounce up against your thighs. He wraps both his arms around you, banding you to his chest and hooking his chin over your shoulder as his thick cock slots against your pussy, drooling pre against your clit.

“Go on, honey, just put it- fuck, yeah.” He grunts, lips to your ear as your shaky hands obey and notch his cock against your aching hole, a twisted version of the kiss you always wanted from him.

He’s rolling on top of you, nearly pressing his full weight against your back and working your hips up with a meaty paw. Your brain is leaking out your cunt at the realization he’s mounting you-

“One big push, honey, sh sh sh-“ he’s cut off by his own groan as the tip pops inside you, immediately driving further into your tight heat. Your walls seize around him and the animal part of your hindbrain tells you to crawl away, but a firm hand on the back of your neck has you still. He clicks his tongue at you, silly thing, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from a bear?

He’s quick to remove the thought from your head entirely, arm closing under your chin to keep you still as he leans over you.

“Come on luv, just a little kiss.” He meanly squishes your cheeks with his fingers, turning your head enough to plant a mess open-mouthed kiss on you. He swallows every little noise he’s punching out of you and in their absence the steady plap, plap, plap of his heavy balls slapping your mound fills the room. The next time his gooey tip presses up against your sweet spot, you let out a desperate whine and clamp down tight on him, a foaming, creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. You feel every throb of him against your sensitive walls, milking himself with your pulsing pussy as he pants and groans into your mouth.

Deer shifter!reader that likes frolicking through the woods with cool winter-around-the-corner air blowing into your hair and nipping at the ears that sprout from the top of your head. Follow the trail, don’t worry too much when you wander off it because the woods are second nature to you…until you get caught in a foothold trap. Ears glued to your skull, panicked bawls tumbling past your lips as you fumble with the trap through the blur of tears in your eyes.

Too distracted to notice bear shifter!Price who hears you from his cabin and follows your pathetic cries with thundering steps. Scoffs when he sees you caught in the trap left by one of those local hunters, in his backyard nonetheless.

You squeal, freeze like a deer in headlights when he comes into vision, failing to scramble away when he snatches you by the calf to keep you still.

The warmth radiating from his palm courses through your bones, makes you fuzzy and relaxed. Has you pliable when he sucks a gruff breath in and snatches you up, soft bleat making him growl lowly in his chest.

He’s so warm, smells of smoke and sweat that drives you crazy. Makes heat coil in your stomach and eyes go half-lidded with drowsiness.

He’s impossibly big, broad shoulders under your palms, soft pudge smashed against your hips, and a wide arm covered in dark coarse hair pining you to him. Has a beard too, full and thick, covered in that scent that has you fantasizing turning your cheeks raw with how much you nuzzle into it.

You don’t question where he’s taking you, couldn’t run with the distant throb in your ankle, not that you really wanted to with the warm admiration growing in your chest. Gaze fixed on the side of his face, shiver shooting down your spine at the sharpness of his features.

“What’s your name?” You manage to murmur.

“Price.” He grunts, low growl in the back of his throat. The gruffness of his words sends a blanket of drowsiness over you. Rumble that you feel against your chest has your tail swishing, rubbing against his forearm. You bleat at the feel, love your fur against the roughness of his own.

He looks at you then, has your ears flattening, tail moving quicker. Gulp at the bulging vein in his neck and sweat collected at his brow. You imagine licking it off.

Your name tumbles past your lips even though he never asked, heart squeezing when he turns away with a clench of his jaw. A heavy paw pets at your ears. Makes you shiver and whine softly, has you melting into his shoulder with a yawn.

“Big day f’r ya tomorrow, little doe.” He rasps, settles his paw at your neck till you fall asleep. Keeps his twitchy and too-easy trusting little mate pressed to his chest until he makes it to his cabin. Room smokey with half blown out candles and a lit fire place, windows covered, pantry stocked, and once he locks the door behind him, no one goes out.

You hum lowly in your throat against his neck, puff soft breaths that have something hot and angry boiling in Price’s chest. Make him chuff and uneasy until you’re tucked into his chest and buried in his bed. Covered and protected in his scent, Price rumbles with satisfaction, noses into your neck so he can fall asleep to the one thing he’s been waiting for.

You wake with a start. Throw off whatever’s covering you because you’re burning alive. Would panic about the glue that keeps your eyes closed, but it takes everything out of you just to sluggishly peel off your sweat ridden clothes.

Wake up sometime later with slow blinks to a ceiling, exhaustion so heavy behind the back of your eyes that your eyes flutter shut for just a second and you’re sleep again.

You rouse with the sound of snoring. Obnoxious bellows that end with a low growl, make you huff and puff into a sitting position. Palm at your face to see past the sleepies in your eyes. Room covered in soft light from a dozens of candles and Price who’s so loud you fall back onto his pillow of an arm to shove at his chest.

Contact making your skin prickle and now you only notice you’re somehow naked. Nipples pebbled and legs so slick from the furious throb between your legs. He doesn’t even stir, you pout, shake his chest and run your palms through his soft fur.

Mind so dazed and thoughts soft around the edges, you don’t even blink an eye at your situation. It feels so natural to be curled into Prices side, only when he’s quiet though. A hum sings in the back of your throat as you fight the need to shove the covers down his stomach to feast on the pudge of it just so you can get him to shut up.

“Price.” You whine, bawl escaping your throat and boy he jumps up then. Eyes quick to find and scan over you before huffing and rolling from his back to sling a heavy arm around your waist. Face so close that your tail sings.

“What?” He chuffs, voice gruff with sleep and eyes glazed as they drift to your chest. His hand paw at your waist, callouses scraping over your back.

You bleat, arch your chest forward at the attention and almost forget your words till you scramble your thoughts back. “Stop snoring. Too loud.” You huff.

Price growls, makes your instinct howl as you flatten to the bed, but your tail never stops flickering. Hands finding purchase at the hair that covers his chest, mewl at the smell of him blanketing you.

He leans down, presses his nose to your nipple and chuffs as he takes in your smell. You keen at the quick breaths caressing your skin, sends pulses between your legs. Tail working in quick speed when he laves a languid strip across your nipples. Tongue big and rough, scraps at your skin and makes you mush.

Soft tuffs of air snort from your nose as you fight against the sleep that tugs at your mind. Chirp and dig your nails into his thick hair when he nuzzles his beard into your skin.

You reawaken and doze off dozens of times before you’re finally able to keep your eyes open for longer than a second. Don’t know how long you’ve been there and don’t really question it because Price feels so good pressed against you. So warm and soft and you’d want to curl into his skin if you could.

Pinned to the bed now, Price pressed firmly to your back and the feel of his chest hair rubbing against you makes you moan lowly. Has Price stirring awake and shoving his face to your neck.

“Price.” You whine, body shuddering and legs slipping against each other. Need coiling in your stomach that fuels the raise of your hips.

Price growls, paws at your hips and fits his heavy cock between your ass. You bleat pathetically, keen at the throb of his cock. Mind buzzing as you blabber. “Inside, inside.”

Price braces a heavy arm at the side of your head, hand skimming a slow trail down your back to knock a knuckle against your wagging tail, draws a chirp and shudder from you before lining himself up.

“Big stretch coming, little doe.” He rasps into the ears at your head, has your spine locking up and when he slowly pushes in you bawl loudly, braining whiting out and when you nod back to reality, your body’s lurching forward in a steady rhythm.

Lewd, wet slaps echoing in your ear until your mind clears of the dazed fog to register the loud, broken moans tumbling from your lips.

Price groans, settles his weight on your back and gives short, sharp thrusts into your sloppy cunt. Every push in you swear you can feel him in your throat.

He chuffs into your ears, makes them twitch and send shock waves to your clit. Price can feel the brush of your tail against his stomach, drives him mad, makes him really put his back into it.

There’s a delicious burn from how wide Price stretches you. Feeling surging through your body every time he humps into you. Has sweat collecting on your brow, hands finding purchase on the bed sheets. Eyes rolling at the flex of his forearms at either side of your head.

Your nipples rub against the bed every times Price sends you forward, has your mind buzzing and hand flying up to his wrist braced in front of you. Admiring how small you are to him, how rough and hairy he is.

Quick pants adding to the heat coiling around you two. A thin layer of perspiration coating both your bodies that allows your scents to mix into the air, drive you both lightheaded.

You keen, clit slamming just right into the bed when Price slams hard, whines when he lifts your hips away and higher to get a better angle at your womb. Hopes that his seed will catch and you’ll be big and swollen with his cubs come spring.

He grunts and growls, sound sent right into your ears. Works you up and has you babbling. “Feels so good, Price.” You hiccup through tears blurring your vision. “So big and warm! ‘M so full.”

“Daddy.” He growls with a sharp thrust into your leaky pussy. One that travels up your spine and makes you woozy. “Call me Daddy, doe.”

You squeal, flutter around him at his authority. Chant his name in your mind until it bubbles from your throat, tear slipping down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Price croaks down into the space between you both, eyes on the froth collecting at the base of his cock from your needy cunt.

Head falling onto the bed, too tired to keep it up. Mouth opening and moaning so drool leaks out onto Prices fingers.

“Cock hungry deer.” He seethes, gripping your jaw to smash your lips together. You do your best to keep up, but the fierceness of Price’s movements makes drool slip down your chin and teeth clink together. Beard scratching your face and making you squeeze around him.

Price licks the strip of combined saliva off your chin and spits it back in your mouth, watches you gulp it down before quickening his pace.

You feel him so deep inside you, pussy stretched wide around his bulging cock. You whine when you feel him a little too much, tell him to slow down and he only laughs.

“Is Daddy’s cock being mean, baby? Too rough for your little pussy? But you’re sucking Daddy in so good baby, you sure you want me to slow down?” He coos, brushes his beard against your sensitive ears.

“No, Daddy. Please don’t stop. It’s feels s’good!”

You moan, his scent making your ass push higher into his thrusts, upcoming orgasm making you whiny, hips fucking back into him.

Price groans when he shifts off you, mesmerized at the sight of you pushing back into him that for a second he stops, has to grind his teeth together to stop from cumming into you too early. Watches you moan mindlessly with your eyes clenched shut, back arched as you shove your ass into his hips. Curse at the jiggle of yours hips, can tell you’re gonna cum the way you flutter around him, so he bullies his cock into you with long, quick thrusts, grunts and clenches his jaw with each jerk forward.

“Cum with me, little doe. Gonna blow my load inside you. Get you to give Daddy a baby.“

You squeal when you cum, pussy squeezing so tightly that one last lazy thrust from Price is all it takes for him to spill into you with a groan. Teeth sinking into your neck during your orgasm that you don’t even feel it, only catch Price laving at the spot as you huff tiredly against the bed.

Hot and sweaty and buzzing with satisfaction, Price slumps against you, doesn’t pull out to make sure his cum stays inside of you for a good while. Gives a shallow thrust for good measure that makes you both groan.

You feel his cum leak out, shiver despite the furnace at your back and mewl softly. Price licks up sweat lacing your neck and chuffs into the crease of it, lulls you to sleep to dream of your stomach big and round.

Wake up again later to Price fingering his fallen cum back into your pussy, makes you cum on his fingers before eating it out of you and testing your resistance at your back door. Only squeak initially before relaxing once his finger breaches through.

Dating a bear hybrid? Not for the weak. Especially not with John, the man was inhumanly large with a strong, muscular build and he was hairy. God he was the biggest, hairest, sexiest man you'd ever seen. Pros of dating a bear hybrid.

Another pro? He was large everywhere. His cock was a good 9 inches and so girthy. You couldn't wrap your hand around it fully no matter how hard you tried. And he was veiny, protruding veins that felt delicious each time they dragged against your sensitive walls with each thrust.

The cons however... well were they really cons? John slept a lot more in the winter, naturally so. It wasn't full on hibernation, but he would sleep for a good 12-13 hours out of the day in the winter time. And he hated it when you left him alone, so he didn't let you leave. Not this time.

"Stay..." John mumbled into your neck, pulling you back against his muscular chest easily. He was solid, but warm. It was comforting. "I can't stay all day John... I have things to do." You giggle softly.

He nuzzles his warm, wet nose into the crook of your neck, his hands encircling your hips as he pulls your ass flush against his crotch. "Can't leave... need you..." John mumbles once more as he takes in your scent, your changing scent now you'd felt his erection and were getting wetter by the second. "John we can't... you can't fuck me for 12 hours straight. It's not productive."

Despite your protests, you didn't move an inch. The thought of being stuffed full of his cock all day becoming more and more appealing each second. "Will be... when you get pregnant with my cubs... be such a pretty baby mama..." he purrs lowly as he licks and nips at your neck, shamelessly grinding his cock between your ass cheeks.

"F-fine... but not for the full 12 hours." You try to sound stern, but you knew the minute he sinks his cock into you, you were going nowhere.

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You were right. He felt too good, you felt so full you never wanted him to stop. John was no different, he was more than happy to keep himself buried in your warmth forever.

John was on top of you, keeping you pinned and unable to move as he ground his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of your sloppy, wet, tight little pussy which was stretching so beautifully to take all of him. "God damn it... feels too fucking good-" he groans as his hips keep going, each thrust coating his cock with his own cum which was seeping out of your cunt around his cock.

"It's... oh my god John..." you bury your face into the sheets to muffle your moans as his girthy length sinks impossibly deeper into your pussy with each thrust, keeping you full and sensitive. His fingertips dig into your lower back and hips, keeping your pressed down still on the mattress as he takes what he needs. "Ain't... goin' nowhere... gonna keep this needy little pussy full..."

With each thrust, John felt himself getting closer and closer to his third orgasm. But he held back, wanting to make you cum again before he let himself have it. "Come on baby come on..." he growls as he effortlessly lifts your hips, thrusting his hips harder to pummel the into you. The tip of his cock hitting the sensitive, spongey spot inside you with each punishing thrust.

"Johhhn oh fuckfuckfuck!!" You scream into the sheets as you feel the pressure building and building in your lower stomach. John knew he needed you to cum because the mere sight of your ass cheeks jiggling with each pump of his cock was enough to make him bust right there. "Atta girl cum for me baby- make a mess on my cock, you can do it."

His voice, deep and commanding with a hint of need had you tightening around him. As you let go you, your inner walls keeping him trapped in your warmth, you could feel every vein, every needy throb of his cock as it twitched and he let go, burying his own face into the back of your neck as he held you down.

John couldn't pull out, even if he wanted too your pussy was far too addictive. Effortlessly he rolled you both onto your sides, his cock still buried deep in you as he spooned you from behind. "Atta girl... doin' so good f' me. We nap, then fuck again, don't go anywhere." His arms tightened around your waist, keeping you firmly planted in his arms.

It's safe to say you weren't going anywhere for at least the next 10 hours, you'd be trapped on his cock, pumped full of his cum until he was sure you were carrying his cubs. His inner bear flared up every so often and when it did? Well you just let him take what he needed.