So, years ago in the Skyrim kink meme, there was this prompt that was essentially a hunter being so isolated from civilization that he had never met a woman and didn’t know what to do when he came across one, but was constantly aroused by her. I don’t know if it ever got filled, but the idea has stuck with me ever since.
A man who had been living isolated out in the wilderness for so long, he had never met a woman before (besides his mother). Set in a vague time period where hunting is part of survival for many.
He comes across an unconscious woman on his way back from a hunt and brings her to his cabin. Maybe she got lost or was running from something or someone. She isn’t helpless, just a bit out of her element here.
I think it’s a fun au and Simon Riley would fit into that gruff, survivalist hunter role. I had written a sort of rough outline for a story that I’ve been refining and tweaking a bit. Actual story is still in the works as I’m still planning out how I want it to go.
NSFW ahead, given the au was basically made for smut.
*—-> ahead is: breeding kink, m x f, p in v, fem reader, pregnancy mentioned, mentions of abuse and implied forced animal cruelty(Simon’s dad was a prick), Simon unaware of boundaries and social norms
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Simon Riley, a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. The few people that encounter him call him “Ghost”, a name that perpetuated from the few survivors that managed to escape his wrath. Territorial like a wolf, Ghost attacks any that get too close to his home, but chooses to remain hidden when hunting further from his territory.
He was raised by his father alone in a single room cabin, separated from his mother and brother at a young age. Cabin was a generous word for it. His father was abusive and cruel, forcing Simon to do horrible things to animals, in order to “become a man”. His father was eventually killed by a wild animal while they were hunting, and Simon did not try to intervene.
His upbringing left him with little social skills, not aware or understanding of social norms and boundaries. Not that he cares to interact with anyone, preferring to follow animalistic habits he learned by observing local wildlife. He is curious about his kind though, wondering about the life he was forced to leave behind so long ago. He’ll quietly observe hunters in their camps, watching the way they interact with each other, how they move, their tools and their clothing.
He makes his own clothing, taken from the hides of the animals he hunts. He makes almost everything else he needs as well, with a few exceptions. If he sees something on the body of a fallen hunter or left behind at a recently abandoned camp that he finds useful, he’ll take it. Usually it’s tools, as he seems to be much too large to fit most of their clothing.
He adopted a wolf pup some time ago, raising and naming it Riley to feel connected to his family again.
He’s never met a female of his species, save for his own mother, but he can’t remember what she looked like. Having observed the wildlife for so long, he understands the concept of reproduction, but not the mechanisms of his species. He understands his own anatomy to an extent, having stroked himself when the need arose.
So when he finally comes across what he believes to be a female of his species, he is completely overwhelmed.
Riley already considers her part of the pack, instinctively understanding she isn’t a threat. The wolf would curl up on the cabin floor beside the shoddily made bed she lay on, while Simon brooded over her.
Simon is fascinated and infatuated with her. He finds himself wanting to learn from her, making himself pliable to her whims. It’s not entirely innocent, as he is frequently aroused by her, loving the softness of her skin and curves of her body. A contrast to the hard muscle of his own and the rough skin from surviving the wilderness.
He often tries to initiate sex, not understanding of the why, if she rejects his advances. In his mind, he is a virile male who can provide for his female and is thus a perfect mating partner. He likes the idea that he and “his female” are a mated pair, bonded for life. One of his favorite animals to watch are the swans, as they mate for life and the families stick close until the babies are ready to be on their own.
If she does return his affection and accepts his advances, it’s a mix of animalistic, exploratory and gentle. He lets her guide him at first, learning the ropes and absorbing every little detail. He becomes completely enthralled by the reactions he gets from her when he stimulates certain areas. The hidden little appendage under that thin bit of skin between her legs is his favorite, just from how responsive she was when he played with it. It was easy to make sure she was ready for him when all he had to do was lower his mouth on those petal-like folds. He wouldn’t have even thought of doing that had she not shown him.
And when he enters her for the first time, it’s like nothing he’s ever imagined. His hand could never be enough again. Warm, wet, tight, and accompanied by her sounds and squirming underneath him. He watches her face and movements closely, addicted to the sight, sound and feeling of her already.
He’s almost insatiable from then on. Mounting her from behind and taking up a relentless pace, or folding her legs over his shoulders outside in the grass. Images of all the wildlife roaming around the wilderness with their young flash in his mind. The swans he’d seen looking after their cygnets together, wolfpacks and their pups. Maybe even memories of his mother, loving and kind, doing everything she could to protect him and his brother from their father.
His female, his mate, would make a good mother, he thinks. Patient and kind, smart and resourceful, as he’d seen in the months he’d spent with her here at his cabin. Their pups would be well cared for, loved and protected. Simon would never be like his father, would never torment or force his offspring to do things they never wanted to do. They would be taught how to survive, but more importantly, how to live.
And when his mate starts to sport a swollen belly under the hide dress he made for her, he is already starting on making things for the incoming little one. A carrier, to start with, for him and his mate each. A crib, like the one he vaguely remembered his mother once used for his little brother, and other things he thinks they would need as it came to mind.
His mate, Riley and their growing little one, were now part of a family, something he’d been missing for a long time now.
Still a work in progress, but I wanted to share it. I’ve seen similar AUs that I adore but not quite like that original prompt.
But if you know of any stories or imagines that are close, I’m a little gremlin for em.
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