#selkie lover

[monstersandmaw]

Hi!

I was wondering about your selkie lore? Mainly courtship stuff because I'm doing a little something and I'm collecting info from wherever it exists

Also you have no idea of how many times I've read your stuff, it makes me extremely happy and I have way too many tabs bookmarked to find them easily. You're amazing ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

My personal selkie lore/headcanons? Sure! (for more information on 'traditional' selkie lore, I'd recommend checking out this page that I found when I went to Orkney. It also covers the Finfolk, who I want to write a story about as well...

Anyway, Ghosti's Personal Headcanons:

Courtship with humans is not encouraged by selkie communities on the whole. Traditionally, it doesn't tend to end well for the selkie.

If they do decide to go ahead with it, they'll be shy to start with; watching their chosen human from the water as they go about their life on land. Then, maybe, they'll shift and try and interact with them on land a little to get to know them. Selkies value community and connection, so it's important that if they're courting someone (as opposed to just sleeping with them as a one-off, which happens a lot more than humans realise, probably!), they need to get to know who they are. They also need to learn if their chosen human is the kind of human to keep their sealskin from them and stop them returning to the sea...

If they go ahead with it, they bring their human gifts from the sea. Whether that's helping fishermen with their catches or bringing beautiful and rare pearls for decoration, or treasures lost in shipwrecks.

Selkies are tactile lovers, so expect lots of touches and hugs and contact, even in the early stages. It's how they let people know they're interested, after all.

I'm sure there's more but that's all I can think of right now. Thanks for reaching out, and I'm glad you enjoy my work.

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[terato-is-life]

For a few of us, monsterfucking is never about kinking over some creature having you in all the ways possible.

It is about letting yourself being vulnerable and fragile and emotional with someone that's supposed to hurt and kill you, but instead just worships you and cares about you for being just like them:

Being shamed over the looks you've never asked for, but having the heart and sould only a few could understand.

Monsterfucking/Exophilia etc isn't just about an unusual kink.

It is OUR way of telling Beauty and the Beast, because we can see the good in them, because we all wanted for them to see the good in ours.

[yandere-fetish]

So I've been thinking of the Omegaverse lately and I can't quit thinking about adopting the entire fantasy trope around it.

Like, for example, just imagine...

An Alpha Siren who happens to discover its Omega Reader while there's a cruise ship above, which leads Alpha Siren to follow the ship to port while attempting to gather Omega Reader's attention, stalking you from a distance, leaving little love trinkets everywhere you go, before finally kidnapping you and dragging you need into the dark abyss.

Or reverse it— An Alpha Reader hunting down their Omega Siren, searching the ends of the Earth, diving in vast oceans, countlessly losing your Omega Siren after a single glance, only for your Omega Siren to come to you, half laying on the deck, wagging their tail desperately, wantonly begging for their Alpha Reader to impregnate them.

An Alpha Dragon that captures treasures in their vast abode while waiting on their perfect omega, then happens to discover Omega Reader gathering herbs. We can even turn you into an Omega Witch. Captured by the dragon, fighting for your life, even when your heat kicks in...

Or maybe an Omega Dragon that sneaks up on Alpha Witch Reader in the forest one day and refuses to leave your side. Whines like a puppy, guards like a dog, purrs like a cat, but is as horny as a rabbit when it comes to its heat.

How about an Alpha Naga hunting in the forest, searching for prey for their tribe, then comes across Omega Reader collecting samples, safeguarding the forest, or whatever else you may be doing for planet earth, and takes the chance to observe a new species before falling quickly. Alpha Naga ends up causing your premature heat, kidnapping you from your tent, and hiding you deep in a cave. Your heat gets the better of you but that doesn't mean you won't put up a fight.

Or an Omega Naga that you find as an adventurer that fights you tooth and claw. After winning, maybe it just slithers away or, because of Alpha Reader's pheromones, they go into heat. Maybe you help Omega Naga through its heat intimately, or maybe they are the ones who claw at your shirt, coiling their tail around your legs, their forked tongue kissing your neck and face, even the slippery cocks that end up slipping between its orifice.

Take an Omega Selkie that adores the shore and while swimming to the surface, catches wind of your Alpha pheromones, which leads to the Omega Selkie searching everywhere for you, discovering your swimming form scuba diving or just swimming leisurely, they end up playing with you in their seal form before revealing their true self when you have to leave. It's pretty hard to turn down a tempting and innocent creature that's leaking for you to sate their desires.

Or an Alpha Selkie who dominated the waves, blending in with humans while protecting the seas, they also dare to sift through the human omegas before coming across you, which leads to your rejection and their perseverance until you end up being emotionally and physically attached. Now you’ve got no where to run and no where to hide with Alpha Selkie breathing down your neck and following you at every turn.

Maybe try an Alpha Harpy bleeding from a wound in a fight and comes across you, an Omega Bird Hybrid, before passing out, to which you take them in and clean them up, feeding them, nursing them back to health. Alpha Harpy refuses to leave at the end, declaring themselves your mate, grabbing many courting gifts to give you, nonstop attempts to mate you, aiding you in building your nest and even collecting your meals.

Or maybe an Omega Harpy that is in constant need of affection but refuses themselves from having any contact with it due to their abused childhood, thus leading Alpha Reader, who has Omega Harpy as a pet, to care for their needs, to learn more about habits and behaviors, before attempting to try anything, which leads to multiple disputes that ends bloody for Alpha Reader before you honestly takes care of Omega Harpy through their heat, platonically, thus ending up with them falling for you.. but more slowly and with caution.

We could try an Alpha Cereberus Pack that has lived for thousands of years, most of them mateless and horny, until one night where they meet their perfect little Omega, you, a Cat Hybrid. They're sent to guard the demon that's killing your neighbors, all the while watching you, individually, invisibly, before the demon comes after your Omega Cat Hybrid Reader— which sends Alpha Cereberus Pack feral and ends up taking the demon's life and disappearing with you...

Or an Omega Cereberus Pack that have been abandoned by their last owners or their parents (bc that's the way of life what cruel abusive demons do) and are starved, on the brink of death, when innocent Alpha Cat Hybrid Reader finds them in the wet rain before taking them safely home. You take good care of the Omega Cereberus Pack, even as they snap and growl at your every move, but eventually, they grow fond of you, growing like wild weeds, and, out of nowhere, they've become adults, begging in heat one day.

Maybe enjoy an Omega Arachne that is super shy and scared of others that are not of their kind due to the screams of terror when coming in contact with someone else. Omega Arachne who's lived alone for a few hundred years, succumbing to loneliness.. then they caught a whiff of Alpha Reader's pheromones and suddenly went into a force heat, which causes your rut to come into play, but not until you've stumbled upon their web (in a cave, in a forest, or maybe on a mountain).

Or an Alpha Arachne that has set his eyes on you, an Omega Arachne (or maybe an Omega Lamia) since you were born, watching, waiting, for the perfect time to strike and capture you in their web. Alpha Arachne designs a web for the upcoming mating season and delivers many prey of all kinds for the honeymoon, and even if they don't end up catching your attention, they take matters into their own legs and kidnap you for their own. After a clutch or two, they know you'll be fine.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

they r very "as the world caves in"/"die with a smile" coded and y'know what. good for them we need more of that kinda love in this world

[pistachi0art]

Caught that seal that was stealing fish- 🦭

[monstrousdesirestudy]

I’m getting back into writing fiction (my BA rejoices) and what better way to get back in the saddle than writing a lesbian romance between a drunk pirate king and a mean proud selkie who is a vessel for souls who have been lost at sea?? 🦭🏴‍☠️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[hushed-chorus]

Every year the Grimms spend a week vacationing by the seaside. One solstice morning, a 14-year-old Baz meets a strange but gorgeous boy called Simon. By the end of the day, he's hopelessly besotted.

But Simon doesn't come back the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. Baz is left pining and dealing with a local seal that suddenly won't leave him alone.

Now, exactly seven years later, Simon reappears and the two reconnect. And Baz learns that he's not the only one keeping secrets when Simon's sealskin goes missing.

Read chp 1 of The Selkie and his Boy on AO3 now! (T-rated, 2.5k, WIP)

(and thank you to @cutestkilla for sneaking an adorable seal into this banner!)

[ya-bug-boy]

Ingo x selkie reader?

Ingo x Selkie Reader!

You've grown up with stories of other selkies talking about how they would lose their loved ones to the humans. It was out of love but at the cost of losing their family, as humans would hide the selkie's fur coat, forbidding their reentry back into the ocean.

You've always looked at humans at a distance, seeing young and old couples gaze at your seal body in adoration before returning their rightful gaze back to their loved ones. You watch as they fawn over each other, making wonderful memories of something you yearned for but did not have.

The selkie community had dwindled over the years. Many left to become fully human or fully seals. Or perhaps to join a new community. You hoped that was the case. It was sad to think if any of your old childhood friends had been, well, eaten by predators.

Though you did not anticipate falling in love with Ingo, as he came unexpectedly into your life, you were always drawn to him.

When you had decided Ingo was your mate, you placed your fur coat within view of his home. But he did not take it.

So you try again. You leave it where he would most definitely see it. But as always, he never touched it.

After the fifth time, you confront him. "Did you not want me?" you asked him. "Why aren't you hiding my coat?"

Ingo then explains to you with all the love in his heart and voice that he doesn't want to steal from you to make you his. He doesn't want to force you to give up your original home, family, and community in order to be his. You may stay as a seal, human, selkie, whatever form you wish to be, but he would stay truthfully yours.

You had never known such love could exist where you would not forsake your origins.

So now, you and Ingo both hang up your coats, your fur coat and his subway boss coat, on the same coat rack nearby the front door.

You tend to his coat, mending it when it needs stitches and in return, he brushes the knots out of yours.

You are a seal.

You are a human.

You are a selkie

You are also Ingo's mate and he is yours.

[labselkie]

ugh whatever. something about aaa being disney’s test with queer characters, as it’s the cheapest mcu show to date and wouldn’t be much of a loss. it’s all fanservice to anyone who’s stuck around and r/o is the endgame no matter what. sigh

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Seal the Deal

This is for @sambuckylibrary’s SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 event! This fic is based on the “Pirates” prompt for the Beach card. Enjoy this very goofy romp! 🥰

Seal the Deal

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 1.8K |

Summary: Sam Wilson, Pirate extraordinaire, saves selkie Bucky Barnes from a ship. Shenanigans ensue.

Excerpt:

“Holy shit, is that the seal from earlier this month?” blurted Joaquín next to Sam, but Sam barely registered the words. He could only watch this seal. Who. Quickly turned into a very naked man.

READ THE REST ON AO3!

[monstersandmaw]

Happy Mermay! To start things off, here is Chapter Eight of Laces for a Lady.

For those who may have missed this over on Tumblr, it is a polyamorous (m/m/f) romance set in 18th-century Cornwall, at the height of the era of smugglers and excise men. It features twenty-five year old Eleanor 'Nel' Bywater, who travels alone from Sussex to Cornwall to take up the position of 'companion' to a young widow at Heath Top House, situated just outside the fishing village of Polgarrack.

There Nel meets Edmund Nancarrow, the reserved and dark-eyed tailor's assistant, and Locryn Trevethan, a wild, grizzled, older man who keeps to himself on the outskirts of even Polgarrack society. She finds herself falling in love with the rugged coastline and its fierce and hardy people, and is quickly drawn to both Ned and Locryn, who seem equally taken with her wild spirit and quick smile.

You can catch up with the story on Tumblr here, and this post will go public here on Patreon next week. Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), (bonus Locryn & Ned chapter post Chpt3, sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw)

I highly recommend listening to this ambient soundtrack on YouTube from Poldark while you read this, if combining music with reading is your thing... :). I always play this when I'm working on this story.

Contents: a wild, winter storm stirs up frightening memories for Winnie, Nel learns a little about the folklore of the region from old Aggie, Blackthorn the mare is her usual wilful self, Edmund reveals a bit about his past and how he came by his injury, and Nel comes upon something on the shore on her way home that sends her tumbling from Blackthorn's saddle... Wordcount: 5615

(long) preview:

The dreams started up again with startling clarity after her visit from Edmund, and Nel began to question her sanity.

Sometimes she lay tangled on mounds of silken sand or a bed of soft kelp while something silver brushed against her outer thigh, and other times she lay deep beneath the waves, able to breathe in the dream, and found herself coiled around and around by the thick muscle of a creature’s tail. Always though, it remained at the periphery of her mind; just out of reach of the grasping fingers of perception.

Sometimes Nel was lifted up by strong, rough hands that reminded her of Locryn’s when he’d spun her around in the country dance, but these hands ended in black claws and the skin was a dark, greenish brown, and as they breached the surface of the waves together and sent water sparkling up in a shattered spray, something in her would shatter too, and she would wake gasping and dewy-damp with sweat and desire.

She wondered if perhaps exercise would tire her out to the point where she no longer dreamed, and so whenever Winnie had no immediate need of her, Nel took to walking around the estates and riding Blackthorn relentlessly up and down the roads both inland and along the coast for the remainder of a rather blustery October.

The weather in November turned out to be such a mix that Nel and Winnie couldn’t make any sort of plans from one day to the next. Some days, when Winnie was caught up with running the business of the mine or writing to the Board, the weather was lamentably clear and fresh, while on days when they’d hoped to ride together or walk into Polgarrack for some exercise, the heavens unleashed torrents of rain from morning to night.

One night, when it had been blowing constantly in off the sea in ugly squalls that had kept all but the hardiest or most desperate at their hearths, a terrible crash was heard above the racket of the storm. It woke everyone in the house and rattled the windowpanes and Nel heard Winnie’s scream of terror from three rooms away.

She jolted out of bed and flew into the corridor in only her night shift. She navigated her way by touch and memory alone and fumbled her way to Winnie’s room to find her sitting up in bed and shaking all over.

“Winnie,” she called, having to keep her voice loud above the storm outside even as she rushed to the bed and took up her friend’s hands. They were ice cold and trembling.

“The tunnel,” Winnie breathed, wild-eyed and unseeing. “James…”

“Hush, it was the storm outside,” Nel said, sitting down and turning her face with slightly callused fingers to Winnie’s delicate jawline so that she was looking directly at Nel, though there was hardly enough light in the room to make out the pinpricks of reflection in her wild eyes. “And that crash was probably the big beech tree near the gate coming down, or a branch or two of it at least. You know how beech trees drop their limbs in high wind.”

Winnie sat shaking with the blankets pooled around her hips. For a long time she didn’t speak, though she seemed a little more present than she had a few minutes before.

Nel rose and crossed to the window, knowing that Winnie’s room overlooked the entrance to the house, but although she peered out into the night, she couldn’t make anything out. “We’ll have to see in the morning,” she said, but she heard shouts from outside and the whinnying of horses. “It’s being taken care of though, don’t worry.”

“I should… I should go down…” Winnie murmured and there came the sound of blankets shuffling.

Nel shook her head and crossed back to her. “I’ll go. You stay here and I’ll see what’s happening. If you’re needed, I’ll fetch you, I promise.”

“Thank you, Nel,” she croaked, and she drew her knees up under her chin. “Take my dressing gown or you’ll scandalise the staff in just your shift,” she added, and at that Nel barked a laugh of relief that was almost as loud as the tree falling outside.

She shot Winnie a look over her shoulder at the door and unhooked the robe. “Don’t you think they’ll be more scandalised that I was in your bedroom at this hour to have such swift access to it?” she said, and slipped it on. She left the room without waiting for an answer, but she could hear Winnie chuckling behind her still, and relaxed.

Below in the entrance hall, she spotted Winnie’s father-in-law speaking by lantern light to Joe, the head groom, and both men twitched around when they saw her coming down the stairs like a ghost.

“Miss Bywater, really, this doesn’t concern you,” Lord Edgar Penrose scowled, eyeing his daughter in law’s dressing gown pointedly. “You should return to your room.”

“Forgive me. Winnie was concerned and wanted to make sure nothing serious was wrong and that no one was hurt. Joe, I trust the tree didn’t come down on the barn?” It was bold of her indeed to address the man in Lord Edgar’s employ instead of the lord himself, but she had little time for that kind of nonsense, and she’d struck up a good rapport with Joe in all the weeks she’d been taking Blackthorn out.

“No, Miss Nel,” he said, ducking his head and lowering his eyes respectfully to the puddle accumulating on the chequered marble floor around his muddy boots. “Missed it by a whisker, though the roof’s taken a bit of damage from the wind. Once it blows through, we can fix that no problem. Tree’ll take some work to shift though. We’ll have to borrow a couple of the bigger horses from Mister Angove’s farm. Blackthorn’s not up to moving that lot by herself.”

“Even the stubbornness of that mare has its bounds, I suppose,” Nel smirked, and she found it answered in a poorly-hidden snort of agreement from Joe. “Well, thank you. Winnie will be relieved to know that no one was injured, and that the horses are safe too. Goodnight, gentlemen,” she said, and left them to it.

Winnie sagged as she blew out the breath she seemed to have been holding since Nel had left the room, and she deflated into the pillows behind her with a tiny whimper of relief. “You must think me such a wallflower,” she groaned. “I used to be so much bolder… with James around.”

Nel hung up the dressing gown on the back of the door and crossed to Winnie’s bed while her friend shuffled over without a word and drew back the warm covers for her. Nel brushed off her bare feet before slipping in, and lay curled on her side while Winnie did the same on the other pillows, facing her.

“I think you’re still very brave and bold, Winnie,” she said. “You run the Penrose Workings with the Board, and oversee the management of the mine every bit as well as James did, and you’re doing it while still grieving for him.”

In the near-complete darkness of Winnie’s room, she heard a sniffle and felt the movement as Winnie dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her night shift. After a long pause, Winnie exhaled shakily and fumbled for Nel’s hands, and when she found them, she gripped her fingers hard and kissed her knuckles. “I’m so glad you came to live here, Nel. I’m so glad I have you now, to call my very dear friend.”

-

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[sagemonsters]

@mikbutt has a blind date with...

Kian the Selkie

Kian resembles a leopard seal while wearing her sealskin, and outside of it is a very tall, muscular human woman with dark brown skin and short box braids. She has some scars and a (magical) prosthetic lower limb thanks to encounters with sharks out in the ocean. Although she puts on a show of toughness, Kian is a romantic at heart. You can see her eyes soften and a smile tug at her lips whenever she catches sight of you. 

Kian loves to swim, and is always happy to accompany you to the beach or pool for some fun in the water. Once she trusts you enough, she will don her sealskin and swim alongside you in her seal form.

As an extrovert, Kian is always ready to go to a party or gathering and loves to socialize. However, she’s also quick to make sure that you’re taken care of—if you start to feel tired or overwhelmed, Kian is happy to whisk you away to someplace quiet for one-on-one time where you can recharge.

Kian is a happy carnivore and is always down for a fish or steak dinner. She’s also a Grill Dad™ who loves keeping everyone fed during a cookout, and will pile everyone’s plates high with their favorite foods.

Kian isn’t much of a crafter or maker herself, so your creations always amaze her. If you knit, crochet, draw, or otherwise create something for her, she’ll treasure it forever and take a million pictures to show her friends and family. She never throws away a gift.

“Hey there,” a low, melodious voice says, and you turn around to see a tall Black woman smiling at you from one of the picnic tables that have been set up for the cookout. “Looking for a seat?”

“Kinda,” you admit, and the woman gestures to the empty place beside her. You sit down there.

The woman introduces herself as Kian. You tell her your name in return, and the self-appointed DJ (i.e. the person who was the fastest to connect to the bluetooth speaker) starts playing a summery collection of old rock hits. Children chase each other in the throes of some incomprehensible game a short distance from the picnic tables, and the air smells like barbecue. It’s a good smell. You feel safe, and under Kian’s gaze you also feel a flutter of attraction as the sunlight gleams on her muscular arms. It’s hard not to stare.

Kian looks away from you to critically examine her burger. “They cooked mine too much—look, there’s way too much char on this side. I should go over there and tell them.”

“Why don’t you?” you ask.

Kian looks back at you and grins. “Well, I’m enjoying your company right now. I don’t want anyone to steal my spot as your conversational partner, after all.”

You feel your face heat in a blush, and the butterflies in your stomach intensify.

“Care to dance?” Kian asks.

“I’m not sure I can,” you admit.

“That’s alright; I can’t either,” Kian says easily. “Let’s go make fools of ourselves, yeah?” Her smile widens as she offers her hand, and you eagerly accept.

see here to get your own blind date with a monster!

[pastelpeterparkerr]

Ayo go read my selkie!Elliott AU!

[mangaandlivingdolls]

Hiya! I don't know if your still thinking about your myth au but if you are might I suggest Yuma as a male selkie? they from scotland and they can control storms and are known for seducing sailors wives when they're out at sea, instead of their female counterparts who are usually taken as a sailors missus when he steals their seal coat. Interesting?

OOOOH DEFINENLTY! I imagine Yuma has a lovely marine reef garden that he’s very proud of. As for seducing sailors' wives…I bet he does it unintentionally just being an adorable and strong seal or a very beautiful man (in comparison to dirty sailors.) Personally I think Kou fits better being a Selkie for both being adorable and story purposes. When he was younger perhaps his coat was stolen by the same people at the orphanage so they could torment him?

[lelet-draws]

Was drawing a selkie but then decided to doodle her seal form.

Fun facts about seals:

Their milk is like liquid butter, more than 50% of the composition being fat.

Despite looking like a blob in the surface, they are actually quite formidable predators.