🎶please allow me to introduce myself I’m a man of wealth and taste.🎶
Okay so "wealth" is a big nope. And taste is…maybe. And man is….
…….Sure.
I'm lycanscribe and as the name implies, I’m a writer and werewolf. do indulge in smut so minors beware. ( listen, I was unsupervised on the internet as a kid, I know y'all here but I'm not responsible for any resulting trauma )
I don't use Ai for writing. Not even for ideas. All those ideas are from my brain as…someone intended. ( I’m not a very religious person. )
I do accept prompts so my askbox is open. I just ask that you be patient. I have a full time job and have crippling depression and anxiety.
I’m happy to do dubcon ( sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, etc ) but not noncon . The sketchier the circumstances the better. Monster fucking is my bread and butter. But I’ve been known to write tooth rotting domestic pieces too. Like Hallmark movie sap.
atm I’m in my Jack o Connell simp era so expect focus being on Remmick and Sir Jimmy Crystal. I've written for others in the past that may make appearances from time to time.
Editing to add that I am currently in the market for a beta reader. I've never had one before so everything's been rawdogged.
This is a side blog to @lycanincarnatus
I'm not really a werewolf. I can't back that up. But if you get an anon that uses 🐺 that's me.
My current WIPs:
Remmick - trying to make you orgasm to spite your antidepressants smut ( posted )
Remmick x Jimmy Crystal - some weird excuse for them to bang smut ( on hold )
Jimmy Crystal x m!reader - you're his pretty pet Smut ( on hold )
Patrick Sumner x Oc!Shifter - The Doctor has a pet that started out as a patient. Smut ( in progress )
same verse - Patrick thinking about knots and performing some hands on research smut
Remmicks f!reader - your first time seeing him in a nightshirt. Smut ( in progress )
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me, whenever I write smut: is this how sex works? I don't know. As long as something goes in a hole. Sounds right to me.
me, writing monsterfucking: okay, so he has a fish tail and a dick that rests inside of a slit when not erect. But, what if I made the slit itself act like a cunt so he can get eaten out? And…potentially fucked?
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Watched The Terror a few times and now looking for more cold boat media? You should check out The North Water. Yearning for more sad men stuffed onto ships? Try The North Water. Want both the tender and violent homoeroticism present in The Terror? Hey The North Water has that. Looking for another commentary on the brutality of colonialism and capitalism and white men coming face to face with the effects of their actions? The North Water in spades. Buddy do you want more Nive Nielson and also a polar bear HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE NOR-
notes: 18+mdni, explicit, Patrick Sumner x m!reader, breeding kink, size kink, knotting, anal sex, oviposition, cum inflation, monsterfucking, handjob, bizarre nonhuman anatomy, bizarre nonhuman biology, Lovecraftian themes but you don't necessarily need to be familiar with Lovecraft, very loosely based on The Sinking City( but you don't have to have played it )
*don't think too hard about Patrick's internal genitalia. Tried to make it like a cloaca but if I based it off of a shark, he'd have a pair of dicks claspers. Logic? In my smut?
This has to be the longest One have ever written.
It had been six months since the Flood or at least by your best estimations. Six months since the beasts showed up. Nightmarish things with too many arms. You'd learned their sounds and how best to avoid them.
It was common practice to avoid the water at all costs. After Old Mr. Montgomery had gone mad after falling into it. Ranting about The Great Old Ones and muttering in a language you'd only heard from the Cultists.
Occultism was nothing unusual here. At least everyone owned a Ouijia Board or a deck of Tarot cards. The Cultists roamed the city streets in their bloody cloaks.
You were out by the beach around dawn when you had first caught sight of it. A pair of glowing cerulean eyes out in the water followed by a splashing sound. Your mother had warned you about being out here since the Flood. "The only thing you're going to find out there is trouble."
Since that first sighting whatever it was seemed to grow bolder with your presence. Could be a predator looking for an easy meal. Maybe some sort of scavenger. Despite your senses screaming at you, walked out to the end of the barnacle encrusted pier. In the before times, old men would come out here to fish.
You knelt down and came face to face with a man. Handsome, reddish brown hair that was slicked back with the water, neatly trimmed facial hair, and those unnerving blue eyes. "…Hello?" You greeted nervously and the man reached up with a hand that you could see was webbed. Like an amalgamation of a fish's fin and a human hand.
"I fell in off the pier. Be a lad and help me up?" The voice had an accent that you couldn't quite place. "You could just swim to shore?" You asked and the man shook his head. " Afraid I lost my bathing suit." Ah, you could see the embarrassment on his face.
The man had some definite fish features like the gills just below his collarbones. But there had been the Innsmouthers. Refugees from a city destroyed by the flood or something. Maybe this man was one of them?
You took the webbed hand against your better judgement, feeling the chilled skin. And then, you were pulled into the water. Despite your struggles, he held fast to you. He kissed you and you passed out.
When you came to, you were in a cave of some sort. The water reflecting on the ceiling. And your clothes were gone. Your hands instinctively covered yourself but then realized there was no one to see.
You looked around seeing all sorts of items. Bottles holding things you didn’t want to know, waterlogged books and maps, a pipe, and something that looked like a medical kit. You realized this was where the man or…whatever he was lived.
The sound of water breaking and there he was again. He dragged himself up onto the sand and then you saw it. Below the waist he had a fish tail like that cartoon your little sister had insisted on watching. His was black with a white underside. Like an orca whale. "You're a…" not a mermaid certainly. "Merman? Merperson?" The fish man shrugged.
"I was simply a man once. Suspect this is a result of falling into the Arctic Ocean awhile back. My name's Patrick." You gave your own name not wanting to be a rude guest. "Where are my clothes?" "Drying. Hypothermia isn't pleasant." He said with a faint shudder as if his body recalled the icy waters.
Patrick pulled himself closer and you found yourself touching his tail. Felt like a fish but not…unpleasant. "Not afraid?" "You haven’t given reason for me to be. Well, apart from the almost drowning part." "You wouldn't have."
"You're not going to eat me are you?" You asked having noted his unsettlingly sharp teeth, like a shark's. "I'm quite content eating fish." Patrick replied, "you're here because I’ve missed human companionship." He added as he rested his webbed hand over your heart. "The warmth of their skin." His other hand wrapped around your hardening cock. "And human intimacy."
Heat bloomed in you face at his words and his touch. And how fast your body had reacted to it. "How do you…?" "Shhh, that's not important right now. Let me make you feel good." He purred as he started stroking, quickly adapting his grip and speed based on your reactions.
Then he was kissing you again and you groaned into his mouth as your hips bucked into his hand. Your fingers at his waist to draw him closer as your other hand carefully brushed over his gill slits which earned you another pleased sound.
His hand let go of your cock before he pressed you against his pelvis where his own cock would be. Instead, there was a slit. Intrigued, you brushed your fingers against it which made him gasp. Getting bold you slowly pressed a pair of fingers inside watching for any signs of discomfort. You felt a protrusion which steadily grew under your touch until it emerged from the slit.
The cock looked human enough. You straddled his tail so you could press yours against his. He groaned as your hips established a rhythm to slide your cocks together. "How do you want me, Patrick?" You asked him as you felt his hot breath on your shoulder. "Ride me."
You glanced at his dick which looked slick enough but he was also thick. You'd taken a few cocks in your time but this would be a challenge. "Need a bit of foreplay if I’m taking this monster." You noted which earned you a blush. "Come here." He beckoned with his fingers.
During another heated kiss, you felt a dampened finger at your entrance before it pressed inside. The webbing was flexible enough for him to get knuckle deep. He steadily fucked you with his fingers until he had three of them in you. And then he hooked his fingers and you bucked against him. "There he is." He purred before his fingers withdrew.
Moving his hands to your hips, he guided you gently into place. "Take your time. No rush." He soothed with his thumbs stroking your hips. You took just his tip in you to tease him with your warmth. "Clenching on me already and I’m not even properly in." He chuckled as he pressed his hips upward.
Getting braver, you started to sink down on him. Feeling the slick stretch of him against your tight walls. "Fuck. So tight. So hot." Finally you had him all the way inside to the point you felt like he was in your throat. Though you knew otherwise.
Patrick seemed content to lie back and let you set the pace. Which you were fine with. You started slow, more grinding on him than anything else. "That's good. So warm." He purred, flicking his tail in pleasure. Encouraged, you sped up until you were lifting and dropping back on him.
"Never letting you go now. Gonna keep you here." He panted as he started thrusting up to meet your down motions. "Mine." He growled, as his fingers dug into your hips sure to leave bruises. "Maybe I'll breed you. Put my eggs in you." And for some reason, you found yourself being strangely okay with that.
"Patrick? Are you getting bigger?" "My knot. It'll keep me locked inside you. Fill you up." And that should not have been so hot where you felt yourself clenching down on him. You could feel it pressing against you as it sought to get inside. A few thrusts upward from Patrick and it locked into place and swelled further. "Oh god, fuck." You cursed at feeling the stretch.
"Gonna…can’t hold it." And then you were painting his abdomen and chest in thick white ropes of cum. And then you felt him grow erratic as he thrust as much as the knot would allow. And then he burst inside you. Filling you to the brim and you saw stars.
When your vision cleared, the knot was still in place. Patrick's hands were admiring your swollen belly.
"Mine."
If there’s enough interest, I might write a part 2.
wanted to give you guys a sneak peek of my Lovecraftian fic featuring Patrick Sumner. Really excited about this one. Nothing spicy here.
Enjoy.
You were out by the beach around dawn when you had first caught sight of it. A pair of glowing cerulean eyes out in the water followed by a splashing sound. Your mother had warned you about being out here since the Flood. "The only thing you're going to find out there is trouble."
Since that first sighting whatever it was seemed to grow bolder with your presence. Could be a predator looking for an easy meal. Maybe some sort of scavenger. Despite your senses screaming at you, walked out to the end of the barnacle encrusted pier. In the before times, old men would come out here to fish.
You knelt down and came face to face with a man. Handsome, reddish brown hair that was slicked back with the water, neatly trimmed facial hair, and those unnerving blue eyes. "…Hello?" You greeted nervously and the man reached up with a hand that you could see was webbed. Like an amalgamation of a fish's fin and a human hand.
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Which of Jack's characters would be the worst cuddler? ( personally I’d say Remmick
The correct answer is all of them. ( but I'm just going to do the ones I feel I have a good grasp on. )
Remmick has not felt the warmth of a human apart from feeding on them in a very long time. It's like feeling the warmth of the sunlight but there's no burning. Apart from the burning of his love for you. He even comes across as a bit touch starved. ( on the flip side, his human bedmate has to deal with his nonexistent body heat. He's like the cool side of the pillow. )
Patrick cuddles for a variety of reasons. The comfort of your nearness, the ever persistent memory of the arctic that haunts him. You're like a weighted security blanket. He frequently ends up as the little spoon. And he hogs the blankets.
Paddy might have lost his shite somewhere in Cairo but he is a gentleman in the bedroom. Keeps you close enough for comfort but doesn't have you in a death grip either. He's the sort that will nuzzle into either your throat or the back of your neck. And if we add in Eoin, Paddy would have a hand on the other man's hip. ( oh to be the cream filling in that sandwich. )
Jimmy would be very obnoxious in the obsessive ‘I need to know where you are' way. He's the one that has you in a death grip. Or he handcuffs you to the bed. Downside is he stinks and so does his bed. Burn those sheets at your first opportunity.
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Imagine a vampire OC but like he gets caught by vampire hunters in their bat form but like they're tiny and pathetic so then they can't even kill them because they're like oh God this creature is so kiwi shaped.
