🎶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 )
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.
notes: 18+mdni, monsterfucking, p in v, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, buckets of drool, cervix penetration, monster cock, drool used as lube, belly bulge, cum inflation, size kink, vampire drool as an aphrodisiac, slight breeding kink, tiny bit of fluff at the end
first time I saw that concept art and I had a 'oh no he's even hotter' moment. Had to do something depraved with it. Enjoy❤️
You knew you should be scared and maybe he hadn’t let you see it until now because he was afraid of your reaction. "Y'er not scared?" He asked as he nervously fidgeted on his three toed feet, talons lightly digging into the soft ground.
You reached up to gently take his face in your hands. Your hands cupping his jaw and your thumbs stroking his cheeks. His skin was grey in color and felt slightly like velvet. "Remmick, I'm not scared. This is still you. And I love you." And he exhaled in a visible sigh like a giant weight had been removed from his shoulders.
"I don't deserve ye, Lass." He responded before your hands lowered to smooth over his chest. Your fingers absently toying with his nipples. Your touch made him relax as he nuzzled against your temple. Your fingers smoothed over his abdomen and along the line where stomach met thigh. Not quite touching where he wanted you to yet.
You pulled your shirt over your head and pulled off your jeans. You felt heat on the back of your neck feeling those eyes watching your every move. And you realize he's purring. Your bra and panties are removed next leaving you exposed to him like he is to you.
His clawed hands gently pull you closer to him. You go up on your tiptoes to kiss his jaw. He's taller than normal this. An arm settled about your waist as he eased the both of you to the ground. His hips settled between your legs.
That's when you see it. His large cock hanging between his legs. He's aroused, you know the shape, know every vein. The head flushed a dark blue. He was large before but this would be a struggle to take. "It'll fit, darlin'. Y' always take me so good." He purred as he nuzzled your collarbone. "‘Ave a feelin' ye'll like it. Lemme make ye feel good, lass."
His mouth moved down to your chest, leaving drool in its wake. Remmick had explained it before. The venom in the drool wasted more like an aphrodisiac. Made all the little nerve endings wake up. Rather than latch onto your nipples, his forked tongue plays with it. While his clawed hand carefully massaged the other one.
He continued down your body. Pausing to dip his tongue into your naval. He brought your legs over his shoulders and then his tongue goes to work. He doesn't seem to have lips like this so he can't really eat you out like he wanted. But he could still get a taste. "Oh, Remmick." You sigh, becoming aware his saliva was making your cunt throb for him.
"Y' always taste so good." He groaned before his tongue pressed inside you. Your hips bucked at the sensation but he held you down. "Like honey right from t' hive." He had no hair for you to hold onto so you just cradled the back of his head.
"Could stay down there ‘til sunrise, darlin' would risk burnin' for that." He murmured as he resumed kneeling between your legs. He drooled a bit into his hand before using it to slick himself up. "I'll go slow. Jus' tell me if it's too much." He said as he teased the head through your folds.
"I'm as ready as I’ll ever be." You reply as you meet his glowing red eyes. "There's my good girl." He purred as he started to press inside you. Your walls eagerly trying to pull him in deeper. Once the head is in, the rest is easy enough. Soon his hips are pressed flush against yours. "There we go. Feels Jus’ like home."
You feel impossibly full. The stretch started out edging on painful but that soon eased into another sort of ache. His clawed hands took a hold of your hips and then he started moving. Slowly at first to test the waters but then picking up speed. "She's so hot and tight but she knows me even like this. Droolin' all over me."
He let a glob of drool fall onto your clit before he used his fingers to spread the substance over it. You feel the sensations more clearer and it made you lock your legs around his waist which made him laugh in his chest. "Not goin' anywhere. She's gripping me so tight." Which made your walls clench around him.
"Maybe this time my seed'll take root. Give y' a baby. Make y' heavy with me." And you feel him throb just a bit more as he imagined it. You found yourself not minding the possibility. "Our baby, Remmick."
You look down to see the outline of him in your lower belly. He's pressed up against your cervix. "Y might feel a pinch." He warned before he's breached your cervix which made you cum instantly. Your muscles clamp down on him and he cursed in ancient Gaelic. "Christ. Have all of me." And then he's cumming directly into your womb.
When you come back around, Remmick's still inside you but gradually softening. His clawed hands resting delicately on your swollen belly. "So full of me." He murmured before meeting your gaze. "Thank y' for lettin' me do this with y' like this. Jus' lemme bask in the warmth a bit longer, then I’ll carry y' inside. Aye?" Your hands reached up to cradle his jaw before you're bringing him down so you can kiss his chin. "Aye."
"Say, lassie?" "Mhmm?" "Did y' really mean y' wan' a baby? Wit' me?" He sounded a bit surprised which made you smile. "I meant it, Remmick. A family."
Saw a post that was something to the effect of "men who pull your face into their tits until you calm the fuck down." And I am kicking myself for not Reblogging it.
Notes: 18+ mdni. Somnophilia, dubious consent, oral sex(m receiving), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader is a former prostitute, reader is in his late teens to early twenties, crossdressing, established relationship, anal sex, fingering, cockwarming, bottom male reader, Top Patrick Sumner
if you've read /seen The Alienist, reader is loosely inspired by the character of Stevie. Also don't question what the accent is supposed to be.
are slips accurate for the time of 1859 to 1900? No. Not in the slightest.
tbh I wrote this in one sitting but edited it to make things sound better
You slid your hand across the mattress only to find the spot cold. You blinked away sleep out of your eyes. Something made you recall how your frequent bedmate told you he'd be along shortly. That he had a few more reports to complete.
Something told you that had been a lie. "Should'a jus' dragged 'im t' bed when I had the chance." You muttered as you swung out of bed and padded your way down the hall and downstairs.
Sure enough, Dr. Sumner was slumped in his desk chair. Eyes firmly closed and his mouth slightly open. Something about the sight made the corner of your mouth draw upward slightly. "Gonna get a right ache in yer neck sleepin' like that, Doc." You murmured as quietly as you could.
You had come to be in Patrick Sumner's care after one of your clients had gotten a bit rough. Given you a rather good shiner. He'd then offered to pay you to do odd jobs around his home. Saying this was no life for a young man. Was mostly filing and straightening up. But you were fed, had a bed to sleep in, and the company was nice.
Listening to the Doctor talk while he worked was nice. You weren’t sure of the medical jargon but the sound of his voice was nice. The Irish accent he didn't try to hide from you. Sometimes he let you curl up in his lap while he worked.
Tonight though, you dropped to your knees between his parted legs. You listened to his quiet breathing as you carefully unbuttoned his pants. Just enough to get his cock out. It was soft but that would change soon enough.
You gently ran your lips along the shaft to the sensitive tip. You knew well enough how to pleasure a man in so many different ways. When you got to the tip, you couldn't help but to kiss it. The Doctor's breathing didn't vary but a part of him was certainly stirring under your ministrations.
You encouraged it along by giving it gentle kitten licks that gave the impression of shyness. The licks deepened until the flesh was flushed and throbbing. You eagerly licked up the drop of precum that had gathered. A mere appetizer before the main course.
A quick glance upward as you closed your mouth around the tip. No hitch of breath. Eyes stayed closed but his brow furrowed just slightly. You paused until he relaxed back to sleep before taking more of him in your mouth.
Soon your nose was pressed into his reddish brown curls. You inhaled his musky scent, ignoring your own painful arousal under your slip. That was the one remnant of your days as a prostitute. You were a boy but dressed in women's undergarments. You had made good money all things considered.
As you started to gently pull back, you felt a hand on the top of your head. "And what have we here? A cheeky lad getting caught in the proverbial cookie jar?" There was amusement in that sleep roughened voice above you. You responded by hollowing your cheeks which made his fingers tighten in your hair.
You pulled off of him with a string of saliva still connecting you to him which snapped. "You neva' came t' bed." You pointed out with a pout. His hand moved to pat his lap. He slid his suspenders off of his shoulders and eased his pants off of his hips. "Come up here." You crawled up to straddle his lap with your slip riding up high on your hips, leaving you exposed to his sight.
"You know you make a rather compelling case." Dr. Sumner murmured as his hands came to rest on your waist. "How about we finish what you started and then you can drag me up to bed? Assuming you can walk of course." "Sounds like a deal, Doc."
"Ah-ah." He gently chided, "It's Patrick in moments like this. But I’ll forgive your lapse in memory given the circumstances." He murmured as one of his hands plucked a jar which you couldn't see what it was. "Will be cold at first. But will warm with your body heat." Patrick warned as he coated his fingers with the substance.
You buck as contact was made with your puckered entrance. The probing digit massaged for a few moments before pressing inward. Whatever the lubricant was did warm up rather quickly. The finger started moving gently in and out to be joined by a second and then a third. He hooked his fingers and you cried out. "There it is."
Patrick then removed his fingers causing you to whimper at the loss. Your hole clenching around nothing. "Don't you worry now Sweetheart. Got just what you need." He soothed, lifting you slightly so he can line himself up. You felt the blunt head nudging your entrance as if testing the waters. Your fingers tightened in his jumper, more in anticipation of the stretch.
He eased you down his thick length until you were fully seated in his lap again. "Fuck, always so tight, dove. Like you don't want to let go of me." You start gently rocking your hips on him as he thrusted up inside you.
At some point, you end up on his desk. Your legs locked around his waist as he used the new leverage to get even deeper inside you. His heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your own cock leaking uselessly against your abdomen. "Gonna cum deep inside you." He growled out, "Fill you so full it'll drip out of this tight hole all day. And you'll think of me. Know that I’m the cause of the ache when you sit. You want that, dove?"
"Y-yes, Patrick. Want it. Want all of it." You replied through your pleasured haze as you felt your thighs shake. The heat deep in your pelvis had built to the point you knew meant you were close. And Patrick knew it too. His hand closed around your cock making you arch into it.
Patrick slowed down his thrusts but they were no less deep. No less intense. "Want you to cum on my cock. Want to watch you fall apart because of me." And then it snapped and you were spilling over his hand and his jumper. "Fuck." He cursed as you clenched down on him. "There it is. Milking me so fucking good."
He fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before pressing flush against you. And then his heat was flooding your depths. He ended up falling back in his chair bringing you with him. Vaguely aware of his cock softening inside you. He liked to stay inside afterward to feel your warmth around him.
"Few minutes to catch my breath. Then I’ll carry you up to bed. And you can keep me warm just like this."
or having him lay his head in your lap and gently running your fingers through his hair.
he's a sad, wet, pathetic, cat of a man and I love him. 💕
Patrick strikes me as an obnoxious cuddler. Wanting to be as close as he can get. Like he wants to burrow inside you and never leave. Like that polar bear carcass amirite?
It's the warmth because he remembers the frigid arctic water that nearly killed him. And he wants to reassure himself that you're real and not some specter of his addled memory.
As we are experiencing the first heat wave of the year over here in Europe: this is your yearly reminder that if you are on SSRIs or SNRIs (that is: antidepressants) you need to be careful with the heat, as a common side effect of both kinds of medications is that your body is worse in self-controlling its temperature, making you prone to overheating. Keep to the shadows. Keep yourself cool. Make sure you drink enough. Try to stay in temperature controlled rooms if you can.
As someone taking antidepressants, can confirm. And it sucks because I like summer. Winter is fine because snow is pretty and there’s Christmas with pretty lights and glitter. But it's cold. I don't deal with cold too well.
Summer has bird song, sunshine, swimming, being able to actually touch grass.
