*slaps hands on table* THAT BEAR SHIFTER CARPENTER BETTER BREED THIS VIRGIN CUZ I WANT HIM TO WANT ME YOOOOHOOOO
🤸🎉🤸 LET'S GOOOOO
This has been highly requested, like HIGHLY requested and asked for and I have the motivation for it right now so while others are worked on lets roll with this!
This is for the absolutely everyone that asked for more, sent a comment, ask or anything in-between. Genuinely thank you so much!
MDNI
M!Bear shifter x F!Reader, oral sex, explicit sex scene, breeding kink, this is a direct continuation of: this
"Please. Tell me I can taste you." He pants, his teeth growing longer, his fingers ending in what are definitely claws, his body seeming to grow. You stare at him for what feels like hours, but really its only seconds before a very soft, almost shaky, "Okay" falls from your lips. He meets your stare, the deep brown of his eyes darkening, turning almost black as he lets out a huff, his lips pulling up into a lop sided smirk, the now sharp points of his teeth on clear display as he parts his lips and he shakes his head. Leaning closer you feel the way his hot breath rushes over the sensitive skin of your neck.
"No Darlin' I said tell me." His voice is low and husky as he presses even closer to you, his large body pinning you to the wall but his lips never meeting your skin as he stays hovering just shy of kissing your neck.
In that very instant your brain turns into mush, liquefying at the way his slight southern twang pronounces the words and the thought of telling him what to do. But he stays still, his body tense and tight as he leans into you, his lips never meeting your skin but his breath getting heavier the longer he is this close to you, this close to your scent.
"Y-you can taste me." You finally stutter out, your entire body hot as you try to catch your own breath, mesmerized by the way his body tenses and shifts and grows before your very eyes as he struggles to maintain control. With a long, low, rumbling growl his hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. His lips meet your neck as he makes his way through your halls. His familiarity with your house something you're insane grateful for as he pushes open the door to your bedroom, his lips and teeth never leaving your neck as he throws both of you onto the bed, the mattress and frame groaning and creaking under your combined weight.
"Been waitin', waitin' for a chance to get you on here. Lay you out, fill you up then lick you clean." His voice sounds deeper now, deeper than you've ever heard it before as he hovers over you. "You didn't even notice, the way I was always here, always watchin', sittin' with you to make sure no one else in the town could get close enough to get in my way while I made my move to make you mine. Always doing anything you asked, makin' sure you're happy here, that you're gonna stay." His large claw tipped fingers making easy work of your shirt and shorts leaving you laying beneath him in nothing but your panties.
He leans away and his eyes are completely dark now as he drinks in the sight of you, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his hands moving to slide over your exposed skin, savoring the way your soft smooth skin feels against his rough calloused hands. His thumbs catching either side of your panties as he pulls them down, the roughness of his knuckles feeling almost sinful against the skin of your thighs. You look up at him almost confused, he was what? Guarding you from the other shifters in the town? That's why he was always over at your place helping and then relaxing with you. This whole time hes been marking a territory around you that you didn't even know existed and that thought did something to your brain. Made your hips push up into his touch as he kissed his way down your stomach.
"Then you go and make the whole neighborhood smell like the sweetest kind of sin. I could smell you the second I opened my door, so could three others, they even came out to check it out. Gotta be more careful than that Darlin'. You're lucky I was the closest one." He says, his exploration down pausing as he presses kisses against your hips, shifting on the bed to pull you closer to the edge, and kneeling between your spread legs. "You gonna share what got you so hot an' bothered you didn't even bother to close the windows before you started fucking yourself silly?"
The way he settled between your thighs, that rare curse the sounded so much dirtier coming from him, his touches and eyes watching you so carefully. It all made you so wet, so turned on you found it almost impossible to stay still as you squirmed under his touch as he rubbed up and down your thighs.
"I... I was..." You're not sure really how to phrase it, if you should even admit what you were thinking about, but at this point you're so lost there's no real reason to hide. "I was thinking about you... About what it would be like if you were... With me." This admission made him pause, a toothy fang filled grin lighting up his face.
"Good girl." He nearly purred before burying his face between your legs. His tongue and teeth lapping and nipping at the sensitive skin. You moan, grinding your hips into his mouth until his hands come up, pinning your hips to the bed, holding you still as he feasts on your sopping cunt. His tongue thrusts into you, lavishing you with so much attention it is a nearly devotional act. He rests one large arm over your waist, a silent order to keep still, as his other hand releases you, his fingers replacing his tongue inside you as he moves to suckle and nip at your clit. You moan, your body shaking as he fucks two fingers into you, curling them just right, before adding a third. Fuck did it feel good, the way he stretched you out on his fingers, the way his fangs hit the sensitive bud as he brought you higher and higher pressing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck! Yes! I'm-" You don't even get to finish your words before your orgasm is crashing over you, soaking his fingers and chin even more. Before you can even start to come down, his fingers are out pressed against your lips as he stands, still between your legs.
"Open Darlin'." With a soft moan your mouth falls open, his fingers pushing in to let you taste yourself on his fingers. You don't notice the exact moment he sheds his clothes, too busy licking and sucking at his fingers you also really didn't care. Your eyes flutter as you felt the head of his cock press against your still fluttering cunt. You tensed for just a moment as you felt him press into you, he was big, thick. You gasped around his fingers in your mouth, he leaned down, pressing messy wet kisses against your cheeks and neck, removing his fingers from your mouth to slide his hand down, using it to stabilize your hips under him.
"Shh, relax beautiful, you can do it." He cooed gently against the skin of your cheek, his bead hair rubbing against your smooth skin as he nuzzled into your neck. "Fuck you're so tight, so amazing. Let me fill you up, fill you up so full you'll feel it for days." He whispered against your skin, sinking deeper, slowly pressing in further as your body slowly accommodated his size. You let out a soft whimper when he finally presses his pelvis against yours. He stays still, holding onto you tightly before giving an experimental shallow thrust. You moan, the stretch and way he hits every spot inside of you all at once overwhelming and madding, and you needed more.
"Move." You direct, your voice high and breathy. He stands again, dragging your hips up to meet his, your shoulders pressed into the plush mattress from the weight of his slow agonizing thrusts.
"Don't want to hurt you." The words are ground out through his sharp teeth, it is obvious how much restraint he is using to keep his pace like this, to not just rut into you like an animal like his brain is begging him to do. You reach down, gripping his wrists as his hold on your hips tightens drawing his attention away from where it was locked as he watched himself sink into your welcoming cunt. Once his eyes meet yours he stills.
"Please. Fuck me." You say, voice steady and certain. There is a deep rumble in his chest, his fingers squeezing at the soft plush skin of your hips. He draws back slowly again and you're almost worried he won't move faster for a second before his hips snap forward with brutal force his balls slapping against your ass with a lewd sound.
"Yes ma'am." Is the only warning you get before that brutal force is met with speed. He thrusts into you his grip already leaving marks on your skin as he tightens his hold. The room is filled with the sound of skin and cut off moans as each thrust leaves you breathless and writing under him as he allows himself to let go. He ruts into you, his cock seeming to swell inside you as he gets closer, pressing against everything at once as he hits your g-spot with each drag out of your sopping cunt and your cervix with each brutal thrust in. You're close, so close that you feel yourself willing to hold on just a little longer wanting to enjoy being used by him for just a little more.
"You cum on my cock like a good girl. You cum on me while I fill you up. I'm gonna fill you up every day, every day 'till you're carrying my cubs." He growls as his dick twitches inside you. You cum around him with a silent scream, the sound unable to escape you as he thrusts into you. Your back arching as your walls milk around his cock trying to pull him even deeper.
He roars his release, his hips stuttering to a stop as his cock twitches against your cervix painting your walls with rope after rope of thick cum. It takes a long minute for the twitching to stop, even longer for his grip on your hips to soften, revealing dark pin prick marks where his claws caught your skin just right. He doesn't pull out as he lays down, pulling you on top of him, keeping you full and not giving any of his cum to escape. After a long minute of him running a soothing hand through your hair she brings his free hand up, tilting your chin so you meet his gaze. He gives you a long, languid kiss.
"Gonna be so beautiful so full of me all the time. An' don't you worry Darlin' I take good care of what's mine."
If this is what being taken care of looks like, you could get used to it.
orc!Thrak x human!Reader x bear shifter!Rowan
Good to know: smut
Summary: After the guests leave, your boyfriends help you to relax.
"This is the last round," Rowan says with a few more glasses in his hands. A quiet thud follows his words as he pushes the door close behind himself.
"Good," you hum, scrubbing a plate under the water while Thrak waits for it with a towel. He is next to you. Your arm brushes against his every now and again as you move.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" The bear shifter breaks the silence again after sitting down in front of you at the other side of the counter.
You smile. "Of course. Your families are really nice."
"They like you too," Thrak says, putting away the glasses you are done with.
"I hope so."
"They do," Rowan says with a reassuring smile. "My mother already invited us over for breakfast next Sunday."
You feel relieved as the men continue to talk. Meeting new people is always hard on you, especially when they are important to your boyfriends, but the day truly went amazingly. Rowan and Thrak gathered their families and friends to introduce you as their girlfriend.
You still can't believe how your life changed in a few weeks. You came to Ironridge to get away from the city, and now you live with two men you fell in love with at a terrifying speed. Your house in Meriad is rented out, and your things are in the living room, still in boxes.
"Now," Thrak's voice wakes you up from your thoughts. He is behind you. His broad chest is pressed against your back, and his breath fans over your ear and the curve of your neck. "We can continue unpacking, or we can make you relax a little."
"Oh?" You gasp, already feeling the familiar clench in your stomach. Anticipation surges through your veins.
"You were so stressed lately," Rowan grins with a knowing glint in his deep green eyes. "I think you deserve a relaxing night."
"I think Rowan is right," Thrak hums, his lips brushing over the sensitive part under your ear. His tusks graze the soft skin there. "What do you say?"
"Okay," you gasp, pressing yourself even closer to his body. He towers over you easily, slipping his hands on your hips. The squeeze of his fingers goes straight to your pussy. Your panties are already soaked, and they barely touched you.
"Then be a good girl and bend over," the big orc grunts behind you, grinding his erection against your ass as you do as he says. You can feel the cold surface of the counter even through your shirt. Your nipples harden into small peaks.
Thrak's fingers slip under the waist of your shorts, and with a quick pull, you find yourself bare in front of his hungry eyes. A gasp leaves your lips when you feel his grip on the flesh of your bottom. He gropes your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to see you better. An approving growl escapes his chest, sending goosebumps all over your body. Heat creeps up your face at the vulnerable position he put you in.
"She is already wet," he says. Your center burns and aches under his heavy gaze.
"Yeah," Rowan hums. "I can smell her."
You are still not used to Rowan's sensitive smell. He knows whenever you are horny, it makes you excited and humiliated at the same time.
"Grab the edge of the counter and pull yourself up a bit, Nora," Thrak orders you again, but you don't even have time to react. Your fingers curl on the edge while he grabs you again to adjust you in front of him. Your legs hang in the air, and the wooden counter digs into your hips.
"Please," you groan impatiently. "Thrak?"
You know he enjoys the whine in your voice a bit too much to your liking.
You can hear the orc moving behind you, kneeling down and moving closer. His touch smoothes over the wet slit of your pussy, opening you up with his fingers.
"So pretty," he hums. You can feel his words in your wet center. Your walls flutter around nothing. "Such a pretty pussy."
"Thrak," you moan his name again, pushing yourself back to him. "Please."
"What do you want, hm?" He teases you mercilessly. "Tell me, Nora, and I will do it."
The answer is at the tip of your tongue, but you can't find your voice. The need to feel him throbs inside you, making it impossible to think straight.
Suddenly, Rowan's hand cups your face, making you look up at his tall form in front of you.
He and Thrak are similar in a lot of things. They are sturdy and powerful. They manhandle you with ease, not even feeling your weight in their thick arms. Rowan is barely shorter than his friend, and while Thrak's body is hard muscles everywhere, the bear shifter has a bit of softness.
The man says nothing as he leans down to kiss you. His lips brush over yours, his beard tickles your face, and his tongue slides into your mouth when you sigh at the feeling.
"Tell him what you want," he encourages you after breaking away to let you breathe. "Use your words, love."
You don't know how much you can bear between these men.
"I want your tongue, Thrak," you force the words out. Your voice is breathless and impatient. "I want your mouth on my pussy."
Your confession draws a satisfied growl out of them, and you almost scream when Thrak buries his face in your glistening pussy.
The orc uses his hands to keep you open for him. Flattening his tongue, he licks a long, wet line across your slit. His tusks dig into the sensitive part where your thighs meet your center. They graze your skin with every move he makes. His lush lips close around your clit. His tongue flicks and teases the small bud.
"Ohgodohgodohgod," you chant breathlessly. You whine and wiggle in his hold, trying to grind yourself against his face some more.
Thrak's chin is soaked in your wetness. His senses are filled with your taste and smell. His cock twitches in his pants, throbbing with the need to pound into your warm channel.
"Open up for me, love," Rowan's voice straightens your thoughts for a second. When you lift your head to look up at the man in front of you, he stands with his cock in his hand. He jerks himself off lazily, watching the curve of your ass and the delirious heat in your eyes.
Your lips fall open on their own accord, waiting for the bear shifter to step closer. Rowan draws the line of your lips with the swollen head of his erection. Your ragged breathing fans over the sensitive skin of his shaft.
You can almost hear the bear in him when he growls as he pushes himself into your mouth. He grabs a good chunk of your hair to keep you in position while Thrak is still busy with your seeping cunt. Your muffled groan resonates through Rowan's length up to his spine when you feel the orc pushing his tongue into your hole.
Both of them fuck you in sync while you lay on the counter, letting them do whatever they want. The wet sound of Thrak devouring you and the mixed moans and groans fill the otherwise quiet house.
"Don't!" Rowan grunts out, pulling himself out of your mouth at the last second. His free hand squeezes around the base of his cock. "I don't want to cum yet. I want my seed in your pussy."
Your walls flutter around Thrak's tongue at Rowan's words. You can almost feel him stretching you out and filling you up. But instead, you feel the orc's thick fingers inside you. He thrusts into you while his mouth goes back to your clit.
"She is almost there," he growls. "I can feel her gripping my fingers. Fuck!"
The hot coil inside you snaps with such force you can't even breathe. Your hole squeezes around Thrak while your body shakes and jerks without your control. Your blood burns in your veins, and still, you want to beg for more.
Rowan smirks at the mess they made out of you. Satisfaction stretches his chest as his gaze meets with Thrak's. They don't have to say anything to agree that with your arrival, they have everything they ever wanted.
"Come on, love," Thrak grunts, scooping you up from the counter. "We are not done with you yet."
I need i need some pov from the monster It doesn't matter what kind. I just want to know how their mind started to lose around the reader. Reading the carpenter fanfic makes me think of scenarios where they had to hold back and are haunted by the idea of the reader when the town loves to gossip about the new human or even remember the colour of the furniture from the reader's house.
If you don't want to do the carpenter I don't mindddddd i just want to see the monster losing their mind/screechhh
Connected to this and this
Hey Love! You are so right about how the town just loves to gossip.
I mean, can you imagine, a cute human moving into a supernatural town? Did you see how she tried to haggle with the dragon that owns the antique store? She's either the bravest soul around or impeccably stupid. Although, his money is on the secret third option being absolutely hilariously oblivious. How else did she miss the way smoke billowed from Alec's nostrils and her response was "Vaping is bad you know." It was that moment, the moment he was snorting out a surprised hearty laugh at his friend's expense that he knew he needed to know more about this strange little human.
When he learned that you were moving into the little rancher next door, well that was just the kind of good luck he'd been missing in his life. He knew that house well, spent years helping the old woman that used to live there fix it up, he knew exactly what it needed, and he was happy to tell you as such. He was also thanking any god that would listen that you were oblivious, because his eyes couldn't stay on yours, not when you opened the door and greeted him with such a sweet smile, and shorts that were just a little too short.
He'd spend weeks, showing up every day after you get home from work offering to help fix the creak in the steps, the leaning cabinet door, the seal in your window. Hell he was starting to think about learning plumbing so he had a reason to keep coming over. To keep learning about how you decorate, how you live, everything he can about you.
"Darlin' I don't think I've ever met someone young as you own so many flower things. Where in the hell did ya' even find a flower couch?" He asks one night after making himself very comfortable on said couch as he watches you walk around in an oversized shirt and shorts that disappear under them. He can't help but think you'd look better in one of his shirts, or better yet nothing at all. He lets out a barely audible growl as he pulls an embroidered pillow onto his lap needing to adjust himself as you plop down beside him.
"It was my grandma's you jerk."
"Right, and the flower quilt, and curtains, and table cloth, and-" He gets cut off when you playfully shove against him laughing, taking a beat too long to pull away and he has to grip that damn flower couch for dear life, almost afraid his claws will rip through it, all to keep himself from pulling you closer.
"Floral prints are nice! Not everything has to be made of wood you mountain man!" Your tone is playful, your lips are pulled into a sweet smile. His eyes are glued to those lips, full and bright and so perfect. What would they taste like? What would you taste like? He has a real heard time focusing on the movie that night.
He has a real hard time focusing every night, well... that not exactly true. He's very focused, focused on the way you smell, the little stolen touches he manages to get, the way you fill out your clothes, the smooth shine to your lips. They have got to be the softest lips he's ever had the pleasure of dreaming of. He's especially focused when he notices the others in the town trying to get too close.
Some of them are being friendly sure, he does his best to keep his claws away when you're chatting with someone at the market, he insisted he come with you, he's not going to ruin it by embarrassing you. But when the damn fox sifter asks for a lock of your hair to add to her collection... you might have been right. Picking you and carrying you out of the bar was probably an overreaction. But he didn't like the way that little ginger sat so close to you, and when she touched you, well... it was the safer option than starting a fight then and there.
And when he opened his back door, about to walk over to yours and he caught that scent, saw your windows open. He's mighty glad he knows how to fix a door frame. Because his may or may not have ended up somewhere in his back yard as he debated on joining you before his instincts took over.
bear shifter!Willow x human!Reader - 1/2
Good to know: naughty thoughts and some nudity
Summary: Your girlfriend takes you out of the city for a weekend getaway.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" You ask the young woman next to you in the car. Your voice is barely louder than the Taylor Swift song coming from the radio.
You don't even have to look at her to know the expression on her face. "Do you see any other way?"
Well, no. Tall trees and evergreens follow your path through the forest. The dirt road is just wide enough to give enough space to your car.
"You don't have to be so smart about it."
Your offended grunt is followed by Willow's laugh, and her hand lands on your thigh. You can feel the warmth of her palm through your jeans.
"We won't get lost," she says, squeezing your leg reassuringly. "I grew up here. I know the way."
Right.
While you feel most comfortable in the city, the forest surrounding Ironridge is Willow's home. You have nothing to worry about. You are in the woods with a bear shifter. You are in safe hands.
You have to force yourself not to keep asking questions.
"Willow?" You speak up again after the trees open up into a small meadow with a huge wooden house in the middle. "It's not like in the picture."
"Because it's not where we will stay," she explains. The door of the car on her side is already open. The scent of lush greens and wildflowers fills your nostrils. "It's my brother's place."
The mention of her brother straightens your posture as your fingers tighten around the wheel.
"Oh."
You and Willow have barely been together for three months, and meeting family, even if it's only her brother, seems like a big step. Especially when you see the man stepping out of the house. He is huge and everything you imagine from a bear shifter. His eyes under his thick brows scan your car before pausing on Willow.
"What's up with that face?" Willow asks, getting out of the car to throw herself into his brother's arm when he gets closer.
"You are late," he says. "I thought something happened."
Your girlfriend just rolls her eyes while you are still deep in thought. You should get out, too, right? You should introduce yourself. Or let Willow do that. Or should you stay? Does Willow want you to meet her family?
"Me and Aniko are fine," Willow says, and probably that's your cue to join them.
The man's critical gaze falls on you the moment you reach Willow's side. The contrast between the siblings is even clearer now that you can see them side by side. While Willow is short and full of softness and curves, his brother towers over him with muscles.
"Rowan, she is Aniko, my girlfriend." The young woman can't help but grin. A small blush spreads across her cheeks. "Aniko, he is my brother, Rowan."
"It's nice to meet you," you tell him, holding up your hand. His touch is as warm as his sister's.
"It's nice to meet you too," Rowan says. "Willow talked a lot about you."
The pink on Willow's face deepens, but she seems unashamed of it. The color on her cheeks highlights the deep green of her eyes. It's similar to his brother's, as is the outburn shade of their hair.
"The house is ready for you," Rowan says, focusing on his sister again. The keys jingle in his hold as he takes them out of his pocket. "And I will be just a call away." He glances at you for a second, but it's so quick you aren't sure if you just imagined it.
Soon, you are back on the road under the shadow of the trees to disappear deeper into the woods.
"Hm," you clear your throat with a slight frown between your brows. "Your brother has a problem with me?"
"No, of course not," Willow replies immediately, and her hand is back on your thigh again. "He acts like this with everyone I bring home."
"Okay." You sound like you are everything but okay.
"Don't worry about it," she says. "He will warm up to you eventually."
To be honest, you can't blame Rowan. Willow talked about her past relationships, so you understand his distrust. He just wants to protect his baby sister, and with time, you will prove to him you want to do a lot of things with Willow but hurting her is not on the list.
Well, he doesn't have to know what else is on the list, though.
The small wooden cabin is half an hour away on the bumpy road. The building is squeezed between the trees with a porch around it. Two chairs were placed next to the entrance door. It looks old but cared for.
It seems cute and comfortable but definitely not something you would imagine for a weekend getaway.
"It changed nothing," Willow gasps next to you. Her excitement vibrates in the air, and the wide grin on her beautiful face makes you forget everything you would want for a romantic weekend with your girlfriend.
"Did you spend a lot of time here?"
"You know how it is with bear shifters," she replies, and you decide to say nothing. No, you have no idea how things go with the bear shifters, but she doesn't need to know that. "When puberty hits, we like our solitude. And as you can see my brother, a lot of us never really grow out of it."
"Oh," you hum and follow her out of the car and into the house.
It's even smaller than it seems from the outside. A small kitchen on the right side, a bathroom and a wood stove in the back, and a bed on the left of the entrance door. The window is big, though, letting inside the light in warm rays. The air smells like freshly cut wood and clean linen.
"What do you think?" Willow asks, facing you with a twirl. Her skirt bounces around her legs, showing you the soft skin of her thighs.
"It's… cozy," you reply, letting your bags fall on the bed while you answer and try to force a smile on your face.
Willow's grin fades a bit. The excited glint in her green eyes disappears. "You don't like it? I'm sorry… I- We can…" Worry strikes her chest. She was so excited to show you this place she didn't even think about what you would want. Willow knows you are not nearly as familiar with nature as her, and maybe a weekend in the middle of the woods will be more of a nightmare for you.
"Hey, hey, hey," you stop her thoughts with a gentle smile on your face. You can almost see the dark clouds gathering above her head. "I like it," you tell her. Your fingers curl around hers to pull her into your arms. "I'm just out of my element here and need some time to get used to it."
"Are you sure?" She asks, looking up at you. "We can still change plans."
"No," you shake your head. One of your arms slides around her waist. "I want to spend the weekend here with you."
Willow was so excited the whole week, and you don't want to disappoint her. And you know how much she craves to change in the safety of the woods she knows so much.
"So," you start, looking around the small space again. "What do you want to do first?"
"How about you change into your bathing suit while I make some sandwiches for us? There is a small spring I know of."
"Okay," you nod. Enjoying the warm weather sounds good.
Willow moves easily and elegantly in the woods while you are behind her, trying not to fall in every branch and root under your feet. It's especially difficult since you can't tear your eyes away from the woman. The sun peeks through the small gaps between the lush trees, highlighting her wild hair and soft skin. Her yellow dress bounces and rocks all around her legs as she moves. You can almost feel the soft skin of her thighs under your palm.
"We are almost there," she says after a while, peeking at you over her shoulder. Her smile is radiant, and you know you would follow her everywhere if she continues looking at you like that.
But she is right.
Nestled between the lush greens and tall trees, a river meanders its way through the woods, glistening under the warm embrace of sunlight. The river's surface sparkles and ripples as it dances over smooth stones and weaves around moss-covered logs.
As you approach the river, the ground beneath your feet transforms into a carpet of moss and fallen leaves, and the sound of the cascading waters grows louder. The waterfall emerges from a modest height, gently descending into a small pool below. The rays illuminate the crystal-clear water, casting a golden glow upon the breathtaking sight.
"Wow," you breathe out, letting your bag fall on the ground with a quiet thud. "It's really beautiful, Willow."
Hearing your words, the woman's smile widens.
"I'm really happy you like it," she says. "And I'm sure the water is warm too."
None of you need more to leave your clothes next to the bags you brought and climb into the pool below the waterfall. The gentle weaves caress your skin, soaking the black one-piece you wear.
"It's warm," you tell Willow, lifting your gaze from the glistening surface to the woman following you inside. She wears a vivid red bikini that hides nothing of her lush curves and heavy chest.
"My eyes are up here," she comments, but you don't feel guilty. You know she loves your eyes on her.
"I know," you grin, keeping your gaze on her bikini top. The thin fabric gets soaked within a moment, letting you see her hard nipples. Your lips tingle with the need to move closer and…
A startled gasp escapes your lips when a splash of water soaks your face and hair. Small drops run down your skin as you gape at the woman you call your girlfriend. The traitor.
"I thought I would help to clear your head," Willow says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Oh! You!"
You spend most of your afternoon in the water, playing and swimming. The forest is loud with your laughs, mixing with the other sounds of nature. By the time you get out, you are tired and hungry.
"Would it bother you if I change?"
You sit on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin. Willow is next to you with her legs crossed. Water is still dripping from her hair.
Your surprise keeps you from answering for a few seconds. "Of course, it wouldn't bother me," you reply. "If you are comfortable with it."
The grin is back on her face. "Good. She really wants to meet you."
"Oh?" You ask. "How does it work exactly? When you are in bear form, you are still there, right?"
"Yes."
Willow is so happy you are interested and accepting. There were a few relationships where she had to keep her bear side at a minimum because her partners weren't comfortable with it. At first, it didn't really bother her because she lives in the city. She doesn't have much space for her bear in the concrete jungle or in her small apartment, but as her homesickness grew, the nagging feeling to go back to her roots grew too.
"You know," she explains. "When I'm in human form, the bear is with me too, in the back of my mind, and when I change, the bear comes out, but I'm still there too. In the back."
"Okay," you nod. "Then do whatever feels comfortable."
Before you know it, Willow stands a few steps away from you. Naked. Your mouth falls open at the delicious sight of her bare body. Even though you have seen her like this many times, it still amazes you how perfect she is. Your gaze rakes over her thick thighs, the softness between her legs, the curves and dips of her stomach, and the pretty peaks of her nipples.
The change happens quickly. You don't even have time to process what's happening, and your naked girlfriend is nowhere to be seen. Instead, a huge bear stands on her four legs in front of you. Her fur is a deep outburn color just like Willow's hair, but her eyes are dark, almost black. She watches you. Besides shaking her big head, she doesn't dare to move closer until you gather your courage to invite her closer.
"Come here?" You ask after a few silent seconds.
Her movements are slow and careful. You can feel the weight of her steps under you.
"Hey," you greet her. "You are so pretty."
She towers over you as she sits down. Warmth radiates off her body.
"You are really a big girl, aren't you?" You continue to speak. Your hands slip through the fur on her chest, sliding up to her neck and face. It's soft and thick.
"Can I hug you?" You ask. You have to force yourself not to just grab her and bury yourself in her embrace. "I really want to hug you."
A happy grunt leaves her lips as she leans closer, and you curl your arms around her neck. You can feel the muscles and power underneath the softness. You don't have doubts about her strength.
You spend the next half an hour snuggling to her side while feeding her fruits from a plastic container. And this half an hour is just as perfect as the afternoon playing in the water with Willow. You feel calm and content as you watch the river with her broad head on your lap. Your fingers play with her fur, caressing the sensitive spot behind her cute ears.
"You can go, you know?" You ask her when her fidgetiness gets too obvious not to notice it. "I can find my way back home, and you can go and… do bear things," you suggest. "Maybe find your brother and… play?"
Her dark gaze is unsure and questioning, so you cup her head with a smile. "Go and have fun. When you come home, I will wait for you with some dinner."
Your groan echoes in the woods after she licks your face, and saliva drips down your chin.
bear shifter!Willow x human!Reader - 2/2
Good to know: smut
Summary: Your weekend getaway with your girlfriend couldn't get any better.
After Willow disappears, you decide to jump back into the river one more time before heading home to cook something before your girlfriend comes home.
While busying yourself in the small kitchen, you can't help but be shocked. Not long ago, you couldn't have imagined yourself in the middle of the forest, trying to make something delicious for your girlfriend, who is out somewhere in her bear form. But to be honest, you never thought you would be lucky enough to meet someone like Willow. The young woman is full of sunshine, laughter, and everything you missed in your monotone life. She completes your usually strict and planned ways. She makes you do things you otherwise wouldn't do. Like spending your weekend in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Or bathing in a river.
When the night comes, and Willow is still nowhere, worry starts to eat at you. On the one hand, you worry about your girlfriend, and on the other hand, you don't want to be alone in the forest at night. The trees seem even less inviting in the dark, with the broad silhouette of the mountains in the back.
Your focus is on the candle in the middle of the small table you prepared for Willow's arrival when the door of the cabin slams open with a loud thud. The walls shake at the sudden elan. The small fire at the top of the candle blows out when you gasp in fright, but you don't have time to scream. The air gets stuck in your lungs when your gaze jerks up at sudden noise, and you see Willow's naked form at the entrance.
"Hey," you croak out, still shocked.
"I love you!" Willow almost shouts, bouncing in front of you while the door closes shut with another loud thud. "I love you! I love you!"
By now, your brain stopped working. Your mind desperately tries to process the sight of her breasts rocking in sync with her movements and her words. It's a first. None of you said those words before, but when you hear them, you can feel them bubbling in your chest and warming up your whole body.
Willow's arms curl around your neck, pulling you down for a searing kiss before you can say anything. Her lips are soft and taste sweet as usual.
"I love you too," you reply in a quiet murmur when she gives you a chance to breathe.
When Willow hears your words, she grabs you again for another kiss. Her body is against yours. You can feel the globes of her breasts pressing to your chest. Her tongue teases and explores your mouth while you do nothing but hold her desperately.
"I-I cooked," you gasp out. Her lips wander down the line of your jaw, continuing their path to your neck and collarbone.
"Hmm," her reply fans over your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. "There is something I really want to eat."
The smug curve of her lush lips and the hungry glint in her beautiful green eyes make you forget everything else.
Yeah, food can wait. Everything can wait.
Before you know it, you are on the bed, with your clothes forgotten on the ground somewhere, and Willow is kneeling between your legs. Her hands are warm and steady on your thighs as she caresses and adjusts you as she wants.
"God," she groans impatiently, lying down to get closer to the aching heat between your legs. "I wanted to do this all day."
Oh?
"Oh!"
Willow's tongue is flat on your wet slit, licking you up from the bottom until she reaches your clit. She flicks and teases the hard bud, lapping at your juices to her heart's content. She plays with you and tortures you while you moan and groan under her. Her arms curl around your thighs, pushing you down to keep you in place while eating you out. The sound of your wet pussy and her tongue fills the cabin. Her lips close around your clit, sucking and pushing you to your orgasm before backing away at the last second.
"Don't!" You cry out, tightening your hold on her wild hair but doing nothing to control her. Mostly because your focus snaps to the feeling of her at your entrance. The young woman drives her tongue inside you, fucking in and out of you while her thumb finds your clit. Willow builds you up with every thrust and circling rub until you break under her spell. Wave after wave of release rocks your world. Your stomach tightens at the heat rushing through your body, making you shake and arch against the bed.
When your mind clears up a bit, and you can focus on your surroundings, your legs are still spread open with Willow on top of you. She straddles your thigh, grinding down her pussy on your skin. You can feel the heat radiating from her wet slit, soaking you in her juices.
"An-" Your name gets stuck in her throat halfway when you move your leg and rub her in a new spot. Her creamy skin glows with a thin layer of sweat. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes seem darker.
"I'm here," you reply, sitting up to get closer to her. Your lips meet in a clumsy kiss while your hands find their place on her hips. You can feel the stretchmarks under your fingertips. You caress them before tightening your hold on her to press her down even more. A breathy moan escapes her lips, and you lick into her mouth. Willow sucks on your tongue while chasing her own high.
"Soak my thigh, love," you encourage her. "Grind that pretty pussy harder until you cum."
While your one hand finds its way between her legs to rub on her clit, the other hand goes straight to her tits. Your thumb flicks her nipple, drawing a few circles around the hard bud. Just the weight of her heavy breast is enough to make you excited again. Your juices drip on the blanket under you.
"Aniko!" Her scream is strained and needy. Her movements get erratic, and you speed up your finger on her clit. Your fingers are soaked, and your nostrils are filled with her scent. Saliva gathers in your mouth, and your lips close around her nipple. You suck on her hastily while her arms curl around your neck to keep you close. She could suffocate you with her tits, and you would be the happiest woman on Earth.
The sound of her orgasm is sweet in your ears. Your arms slide around her body, keeping her up and close while she crashes from her high.
"Are you okay?" You ask Willow after a while. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper.
"I love you," she replies, pressing her lips to yours again. You can still feel yourself on her tongue.
"We should eat something," you tell her, pulling away. "Before I fuck you."
Her posture straightens in your arms with interest. "Did you bring…-"
"Of course," you grin, letting her fall on the bed beside you so you can get up and grab two plates to eat quickly before the next round.
