Lowkey tempted to make a BloodyMary Gacha reaction video. I might have to reinstall Gacha Club for it though because custom poses make me want to KILL AN ASTROPHAGE
Lowkey tempted to make a BloodyMary Gacha reaction video. I might have to reinstall Gacha Club for it though because custom poses make me want to KILL AN ASTROPHAGE
Title: Blood in the Water
Fic Type: Oneshot | Smut
Word Count: 3 451
Pairing: Ryland Grace/Simon "The Convict"
Content Warning/Tags: A/B/O | Omegaverse Adjacent Ideas, Top!Grace, Bottom!Simon, Amputee!Simon, Simon The Convict lovers Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace loves Simon the Convict, Breeding Kink, Biting Kink, Scenting, Mentions of Male Pregnancy, Mating Cycles/Ruts, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Knotting, Hybrids, Fox Hybrid Ryland Grace, Wolf Hybrid Simon the Convict
A/N: Literally getting the AO3 curse because of this one fic. I really hope you guys like it! It was sooooo fun to write!
Masterpost Here! | AO3 Here!
Living on Erid. Sucked.
Not because it wasn't beautiful, or they weren't being fed well, or even that they were lonely. No, Simon and Grace hated living on Erid together because of their stupid hybrid bodies.
Thousands and millions of years of evolution lead to humans developing the characteristics of animals. Ears, fins, tails, everything. The science was there to prove that the humanoid species and the animal species shared DNA. Not compatible, but close enough to be considered in the same genetic family. Grace was descended from a family of red foxes, while Simon was a grey wolf varient. It helped them in their respective professions, as people saw Grace as more intelligent at face-value because he was a fox, and Simon used his teeth and claws to keep the others away from him in Eden.
The reason it sucked was because, and as embarrassing it was, they still exhibited symptoms of mating season-itis. Grace's took up two months on Earth and wrecked hell on his body. Simon's was about the same amount of time, if not a little longer as pushed a little further back in the year. Well, the human year. Adjusting to life on Erid made the periods even more hellish. They had to fit a year's worth of instincts into 42 days, which was the Eridian year. So, for about three human days, Simon and Grace became debilitated with need.
It wasn't their fault, really. Grace had suppressors on Earth that helped keep it calm, especially when he needed to teach. Simon dealt with his needs by himself and quickly. He was used to hiding it on Eden.
Both men handled their needs differently too. Grace threw himself into work and papers. Just like working with a fever, he told himself. He locked himself in his house and worked on something that needed all his attention so he wouldn't get side-tracked and think about the heat in his stomach. Simon went about it through his preferred method of emotional regulation. He hit things, and threw them, and beat them until he felt better. The Eridian builders were very excited by this, as it meant he could break large stones apart through sheer force alone for them to carve into pillars or doors. Simon was happy to help his hosts out. Even if he had to dance around the questions surrounding his increased heart rate and excessive breathing.
Ah, well… that was a couple of months ago. During the start of Grace's rut, Simon hadn't been aware and walked into his house to ask a question about their shared garden. The fox had forgotten to lock the door after meeting with Rocky about teaching relativity to aspiring astronauts. Grace had taken his shirt off to try and cool down, leaving him in low-hanging shorts. His ears and tail puffed up as soon as he saw Simon, who looked entirely too interested to be non-affected.
On instinct, he let out a low, growling bark. Simon responded with a growl of his own and the closing (and locking) of the door behind him. Both men's ears were pinned to their skulls while their tails fluffed, flicking behind them.
'What are you doing here?' Grace had asked, trying desperately to not keen. Being the only two humanoids on Erid, his body was desperate for something other than a quick hand to get him through the day.
Simon seemed to share that sentiment. He was biting down a whine. 'Was going to ask about the strawberries.'
Neither man moved. One gripped the counter, claws digging into the marble. The other fisted his fingers into the pockets of his pants. What could they possibly do right now? Walk away and pretend they didn't see the interest in the other's eyes? Pretend their tails weren't physically wagging at the chance?
'Do you..?' Simon spoke gently, trying to speak around the canines in his jaws. He had gotten to unused to them after months of not speaking, recovering from the sub.
'Just for tonight.' Grace mumured back. One time relief. He could handle that. No getting emotionally involved or needing more. He was doing this because Simon offered. He could control himself.
Turns out, when the other is exactly what you need in a sexual partner, it was hard to stop once you've started. Simon came by the next day to warn Grace about proposed changes in the biodome weather, and the slightest whine set him off. They were in the bedroom within three minutes. The day after that, Grace saught Simon out, pleading him to help because he couldn't focus on his equations.
Month after month this happened. The time spent between ruts was civil and kind. They didn't speak about what happened behind closed doors unless one was wincing or flinching later from their activities. It was… peaceful.
… Until their fifth rut together.
'There you go, good job, take it all.' Simon groaned as he pushed himself to the hilt inside Grace. The man beneath him had his back arched, toes curled in a noiseless moan. His ears were pinned and his tail flat against the bed. Clawed hands grasped at the other man's shoulders for leverage. They hadn't bothered with preperation this time as they hadn't helped each other the day before and were feeling pent up. As soon as Rocky and Grace's class left to go home, Simon had pulled him into his bedroom and ripped at the scientist's collar with his teeth.
Simon sat forward for a second, letting the both of them adjust to the intrusion, resting his weight on the hand pressed to Grace's hip. A deep, heated breath rolled over Grace's shoulder. He shivered, keening lowly. His tail, previously pressed to the back of his leg, slithered out and wrapped around Simon's own. It tugged on him gently.
Simon startled and looked down. 'Angel… what are you doing?' He sounded a little amused.
'Wha-' Grace tilted his head forward, staring down at the intertwining grey and orange fur. His cheeks darkened even more than usual.
'I-I don't- dunno why it's doing that.' He mumbled.
'Don't worry about it, pretty fox. I don't mind.' Simon smirked down on the other. It was cute. Grace usually wasn't the kind of person to reach out to him for anything. His fox did what he wanted and did it all himself. So any time he saught out his wolf for anything, Simon felt wanted. Needed. Useful.
So, as a reward for letting himself relax like this, Simon pulled his hips back and thrust them forward. A low, whining sound emitted from his lips. On instinct, he leaned forward and sunk his teeth into Grace's neck, pulling his canines along the skin in short nibbles. The poor fox under him whined and squirmed. The orange tail tugged a little more insistantly. There were certainly going to be deep gashes along Simon's back from the untrimmed claws on the man.
Simon let out another whine, turning his nibbles into soft nuzzles. An arm wrapped around Grace's waist, pulling him flush against the other's stomach and chest. The fox giggled a little. Usually Simon wasn't so affectionate. They both saw it as a way to get through the ruts and nothing else.
'I-I love you.'
Apparently not.
Grace's tail tightened to an almost painful level as soon as he heard those three words. His ears stood up straight and flicked. He himself paused and stared over at Simon. The man seemed lost in the motions, because he pulled back and thrusted in again with a groan.
'- fuck, pretty, I love you.'
A rock settled in the man's chest. The way Simon said it so casually, like it was something he could just feel, had Grace's head spinning. The wolf must have noticed him not responding and raised his head, staring.
'Pretty… I do. I do love you. You mean everything to me. You're my saviour, my sun. You're the one thing I want to wake up to in the morning.'
It took Grace a while to come back to his head. His brain needed to recalibrate. This wasn't just sex to Simon. He loved him. He wanted him. He probably didn't think of this as a requirement or a physical need. Simon wanted to be here, making love to him. His mind was running circles. Simon. Loved. Him. And… fudge, he loved Simon back. He loved his wolf.
Simon slowed his hips to an almost complete pause. His hand lifted to press against Grace's cheek. 'Oh, I'm so sorry pretty. I- Do you not- I can leave-'
Grace raised his hands to the other's face and pulled him close, flashing his canines as he spoke.
'Leave me right now and I'll tear your throat out with my teeth.'
Simon let a smirk rise to his lips. He leaned down, brushing his nose with Grace's. The man reciprocated. They had come to a complete stand-still to nuzzle and whine at each other.
'Isn't this what wolves do to their life-long partners? Nuzzle and comfort them during mating?' Grace's asked softly, pressing his nose into the other man's cheek with a smile. The wolf let out a barking laugh and pulled back.
'You're doing it too, pretty. Don't foxes curl their tails around their mates to show interest?' The man teased back, leaning his head down and nuzzling the side of his neck into his mate's. Even more mating season behaviour. Simon was really letting loose on the affection now that he was allowed.
'You're just teasing now. Please, keep going. I want to feel you love me.'
A long, soft growl left the man's lips. He shifted his hand from the fox's cheek to the pillow behind his head, gaining some stability. His hips thrust forward, illiciting a high, desperate whine from Grace. His claws dug into the shoulders of the other. There was going to be traces of blood at this point. Especially if Simon kept going slow like he was. Grace, as ever, was not a very patient volpus. A few more slow, careful rolls had him biting his own lip. Pleasure was an ever-boiling point in his stomach, threatening to take over his spine and turn him to dust. But it never did. With Simon's languid pace, he was being tortured. Grace's tail flared. Simon noticed and tutted, using his own to push down the hairs while attempting to make soothing noises.
It did not work.
Grace dug his claws into his wolf's shoulders and collarbone. The physical therapy he had been doing on Erid was coming in handy here. He pushed Simon off to the side, flipping them. His knees landed beside the other's hips, his tail circling Simon's own tightly. He ground down as hard as he could. It ripped a guttural moan from the other, bordering on a howl. Simon's hand flew to his thigh. The slight animal padding on his fingers and palm made Grace hum with pleasure.
'Pretty boy… what are you-?' Simon lifted his head, eyes a little dazed as they fell on his fox. Despite the shock, a tiny smile graced his perfect lips. Another grind from Grace had his head falling back, a whine filling the room.
The fox pulled himself forward using the other's shoulders, and crashed their lips together. Their first kiss. Simon tasted sweet, like the strawberries that started this entire thing. Grace was ever-like coffee, as he drank the substance almost religiously. They both whined, a surprisingly harmonious sound as they tasted the other, biting and nipping when they wanted more. More of their partner, more of their taste, their touch, their scent.
The motions between their hips continued as they kissed, with Grace trying his best to keep a rhythm on weak knees while Simon pushed up, driving himself deeper and deeper into his mate. The hand on the thigh helped with pace-keeping, even if it teased higher just to feel Grace's hips stutter against him.
They pulled back so they could breathe. Fur brushed against their bare thighs as their tails relaxed into each other, simply moving to feel. Grace held himself up on two hands, breathing deep. His glasses were fogged and smudged, unfortunately. They were barely clinging to his nose. Simon's hand trailed down to press against his mate's stomach. He could feel himself through Grace's skin, and it pulled another guttural moan from his throat.
'Fuck, Angel, you'd look so good carrying our pups.' He spoke suddenly, suprising even himself. He was being unusally bold today. Grace tried his best to breathe deep, only for it to taper off into a whine at the end. Simon continued while pressing his palm into the stomach bulge of his mate. 'So pretty. You'd be the best father, Ryland. Please Angel, let me fill you. Have our pups, pretty fox.'
Grace didn't respond verbally. How could he? Being asked to be a father, to living things, and not just hang around them sometimes. But… it was enticing. A small kit, curled on his chest to sleep, or held in the arms of a humming Simon to rock them back to calm. Little tail curled around his hand, or perhaps tiny bitty ears flicking when Grace gives them a kiss on the forehead.
He could imagine it. So well. It wasn't possible. Even with their secondary sexes, pregnancy wasn't possible between them. However, trying felt so fucking good.
'C'mon then, handsome.' The fox leaned down and captures the other's lips with his own. He mumbles against them. 'Cum in me. Fill me and make me yours. Yours and yours only.'
Simon groaned. His hand shot up to Grace's hip in a bruising hold. No matter how long they could be like this, he would have the energy to complete any of his mate's requests. Simon's hips dug upwards, grinding their pelvis's together. They whined in unison as Grace laid forward on his partner. He dug his face into the other's neck, unashamedly pressing his scent into his partner. Simon reciprocated right back. A soft, almost wet noise started to fill the room. It was driving the two men even more wild. Sharp canines bit and ripped at their necks, shoulders, collarbones. The sharp sting brought a fire to their skin, running down their spines. Simon watched as he thrusted up at a certain angle and Grace's ears pinned back immediately, a low whimper leaving his fox's lips. All his attention turned from marking his partner to finding that spot again. The hand on Grace's hip moved down to his thigh. It forced him to spread just that little bit more, leaving the wolf open to control the pace.
Long, sharp thrusts tore gasps and moans from the fox. An orange tail curled tightly around grey, tugging and caressing. A mix of desperate need and a love the two men shared.
'Si… fuck, Si, 'm close. Just- Just a little more. So close.' The murmur came from the fox, who was keening against his partner. Somehow, without much science to back it up, this attempt at calming their ruts felt special. Kind. Loving.
Because they loved each other. They needed each other for more than just sex. They needed each other as partners, lovers, boyfriends, mates.
The wolf dug one foot into the edge of the bed and used that leverage to push up, grinding and bouncing his mate on his cock. Grace leaned down into a messy kiss, pushing sharp teeth against wet tongues, lips coated in spit. Drool slid down their chins. It was warm, and the air smelled of sweat. Languid noises left the men as they moved in sync. Stars burst under their hands, lighting blood on fire where heated skin touched their mate. A shudder ran through Simon's hips as he keened low. Wordlessly, he reciprocated Grace's feelings. He was going to fill his mate so full it'd be leaking out of him.
The hand on Grace's thigh barely brushed over his skin as Simon pushed it towards his mate's dick. If he was going to come, he was going to come with his mate's cum on his stomach.
Warmth engulfed Grace's leaking cock. His other barely got a stroke out before a sob pulled itself from the fox's throat. Simon looked up with worried eyes. Had he hurt his boyfriend by pulling too hard? Not using lubricant? Touching too soon?
All that met his eyes were wet, blissful eyes. A small smile had curled into his lips, showing the teeth that had claimed his partner. Simon leaned up and murmured against Grace's lips. 'You're alright, pretty fox. I have you. Cum for me, beautiful.'
A hot tear hit Simon's chest as Grace leaned down to dig his teeth into the other's neck. Another claiming bite, another mark to remind him of what he had. What he had earned. What he had got to get all to himself.
A pressure built quickly in both their stomachs. They always came together, as odd as that sounded. Maybe a few seconds off, but their bodies wouldn't allow it otherwise. They couldn't get off without seeing or hearing their mate also enjoying themselves.
The hand on Grace's cock sped up to match the new speed to Simon's hips. It was mainly the fox pistoning himself up and down on his boyfriend, as Simon was more focused on stroking. He made twists with his wrist, pressing his thumb to the base of the tip and running it down a prominent vein as he slid his hand back against Grace's pelvis. One particular stroke had Grace losing all ability to hold himself up. He slid fully down Simon's cock, keening low. White shot out from his pulsating dick, coating his mate's hand, stomach and chest. It shot out in thick, warm strands. The fox collapsed against his mate, tears rolling down his cheeks and meeting the cum on Simon's chest.
The wolf himself followed soon after. The pressure in his stomach snapped, and he felt himself pulse in the other. They started to make wet, erotic sounds as Simon used the last bit of his strength to fuck the cum back up into his mate. He wasn't joking around earlier. He would defy biology if needed and get his mate pregnant.
Sweat slicked between the two as the rolls in their hips slowed to a soft, loving grind. Grace breathed deeply into Simon's neck, licking softly at the reddened and bloody marks his teeth had made. An apology. Simon turned his head and caught his mate's lips. No apology for taking what was rightfully his.
'Mmm, stay.' Grace murmured into the kiss. Simon chuckled.
'My fox, I can't leave even if I wanted to. Knotted, remember?' He mumbled right back. The hand came off the softening cock of his boyfriend and up to his lips. He took a long, sensual lick of the substance right in front of Grace's face. Adorably, the scientist's cheeks reddened even more than before, which should have been impossible. His own tongue flicked out to taste himself on Simon's fingers. The wolf smiled.
'C'mon, pretty. I think we deserve a nap.' His arm slithered around to wrap around Grace's back. The man gratefully leaned forward to nuzzle into his boyfriend. His tail curled around the edge of the blanket (that had been kicked to the end of the bed) and pulled it forward to cover their naked bodies. It slipped back under to wrap back around Simon's grey fur. He chuckled softly. Grcae began to fuss over the bedding; wrapping it around them, messing with the pillows, making sure they were in the middle of the bed. Simon just let it happen with a soft smile. His fox was cute when he was pedantic.
Finally, Grace deemed them comfortable enough to relax. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him close, letting Simon's nose nuzzle into the marks on his neck. He clearly liked the fact he put them there. The wolf wouldn't stop pressing his nose into them, licking and nibbling them. Grace didn't mind because he'd do it right back if he got the chance, but it hurt a little.
'Goodnight, pretty boy.' Simon murmured, flicking one ear as he snuggled in and got comfortable. His head tucked itself into the crevice between Grace's neck and shoulder. It felt safe. Comfortable enough to sleep in.
'Goodnight, handsome.' Grace mumbled right back. A claw dug into Simon's hip as he adjusted them slightly, getting just that little more comfortable. He breathed in the scent of his mate, their rut together. He smiled softly.
Hello! Apologies for the lack of posting + no Blood in the Water out yet! I've been dealing with a sublaxted knee and POTS flare for the past couple of days. Things will be back on the road after a lil bit of maintenance o(^o^)o
Simon calling Grace 'Ryland' as a reminder that the man is a person before he's humanities saving grace. Hes a human being and he's allowed to have all the feelings that come with that and what happened to him is so unbelievably fucked up and he's allowed to be upset even if Stratt was right Ryland is a person and he's allowed to want to live
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