#feral simon

[sharkfin13]

I. *inhale* LOVE FERAL SIMON

YES CHOKE THAT BASTARD

YES FUCK THAT BASTARD

YES THIS IS A BLOODYMARY POST

YES I JUST SAID CHOKE AND FUCK THAT BASTARD

YES THAT BASTARD IS RYLAND GRACE.

Thank you for listening to my TED talk

[icarusredwings]

Aggressive “I will bite” Omega Simon x Extreme Cuddle bug Omega Grace

Aroace and omega in the same sentence is quite literally torture 😅😭😂

I will accept this if Omega Grace just gets extremely nesty and parental.

I will also accept submissive behavior. Grace is lowkey, unsure of what he's even doing, arching a little when Simon bites him and then being confused as hell. "What the fudge was that?? Get it together Ryland.. god." All ashamed.

And Simon just wants to keep biting him and laying on him. Clearly, one of these two is the dominant one and its not grace in this situation.

At least that's what the Eridian biologists are noteing down.

Ussually, when in heat, animals will mount each other trying to encourage or teach the other how to mate but I dont see that happening.

I just see Simon being hyper with cuteness aggression and Grace desperately trying to nest but still ragdoll, submitting to the bites.

Like neither of them are actually wanting to mate, theyre just straight up being weirdos- Quote from one of the Eridian biologists

On a serious note- At least one of these idiots has to solve this problem by explaining the lack of blockers- newsflash- Its not Simon.

He probably has never even had a proper "heat" before due to the stress and constant state of survival being the priority. So now that its not a main priority Simons body is like QUICK Give him a shit ton of hormones at once!

Which is why Simon is cracked out. Its actually hilarious to imagine. Cause the second you put him on blockers hes going to be so embarrassed by his behavior.

".... Hi.."

"..hey...."

"Feel better?"

"...yeah..... so...What uh... what the fuck was that all about?"

"Eden didn't teach you about reproduction cycles... did they?"

"....."

"Of course not... *deep breath* Sooo.... you didnt know you were an omega?"

"A what??"

"Have you ever had a heat before?"

"No. Heard of the sisters have'm. Why would I have one? Im not a chick."

" *Silent angry teacher noises* "

Reminds him of the time he had to calm a 13 year old thinking she was dying for having her period because her parents said it was "inappropriate" to talk about with her.

[tremendous-amount-of-ships]

You know how a lot of fics have Simon waking up and then freaking the fuck out? Like, fight mode kicks in and Grace has to calm both him and Rocky down?

Have we considered flight but also attempted kidnapping?

I'm thinking Alpha Simon waking up ready to fight until seeing Omega Grace and then the goal changes to, "Get omega to safety."

Throwing Grace over his shoulder and booking it to find a safe place.

Feral Alpha finding Grace's nest and figures that's the safest place.

Grace trying to calm Simon down from inside the nest, (Simon won't let him leave it), while Simon paces outside the nest, ready to defend it.

Grace struggling between, "Calm Alpha down" and "Potential mate so strong"

Have we considered this and if so, have we considered this enough?

[raven-winged-sky]

Iron Lung has been on the mind lately

[goatofradiance]

Totally don't know how this got here

[erzbethluna]

Well, patience is a virtue, but I dont have time for that 🤡 WIP Angel of Death Chosen One TM

Here I am, being a night owl and inking this beautiful lad 🐲✨⚔️ I have a thing for Dragon Simon (not really Feral this time, tho)

Such a beautiful angel of destruction 🔥⚔️✨is still a WIP, but next time in full color!! 💖

(Baz is drooling antibacterial somewhere out of sight, trust me👀)

[icarusredwings]

More of this

Omega simon, who mistakes his primal hormones for prey instinct, so hunts down and bites the shit out of Grace for a good week and a half straight until Eridians are able to create blockers.

Almost takes top prize for the most terrifying week of Grace's life.

Grace, minding his buisness and then suddenly being hunted by a pissed off feral and hormonal Simon, who he has been friendly with for quite some time so this is a large shock.

The kicker? He's been on a ship with simon for years, and this just now happens upon settling into Erid. That safety and security trigger it.

But now, here comes a snarling, stalking man. Chasing him all over the biodome. Pouncing on him, biting him, growling at him until Grace practically plays dead then finally walks away.

Over.. and over.. and over.

There wasn't much else to do other than watch Grace run across his enclosure, screaming as his roommate hunts him for sport.

Grace hadn't a clue about any of this until it happened. Until Simon was rounding trees, hiding amongst them, peering at him through branches only to jump down.

The first inital "attack" is a good chomp, but once Grace stops squirming Simon only love bites him and not actually tries to eat him. Takes him a good minuts to realize that if he just ragrolls, Simon seems satisfied. Other times though if he's just sitting somewhere, Simon will still sneak up to bite him. Sometimes holding onto the back of his neck, growling at him as if its his fault he's in such discomfort.

"Hey- ow- Ow OW OW OW OW! Simon!! Im too old for this! Let go! You want me to lay down!? Yes?- OUCH! Okay! Okay!.. there... fine.. happ-OW! Now you're just being a jerk! See look Im dead. Dead. You got me. Okay? Bleh."

Grace lays limp in the sand and Simon lets go. Proudly looking over him. Sometimes rolling ontop of him and then runs off as if suddenly getting a satisfied burst of energy. Either that or laid on top of him to rest from all the running.

"Jesus.. We have to fix this... soon. Ahh.. god." *rubs neck in pain*

From the get go, Grace wonders if Simon is human. Or if he's a subspecies- or perhaps humans are a byproduct of what ever Simon is. This sort of confirms that. He's never heard of humans attacking each other like this.. like rough playing almost.. its far more.. feral. Then he's used to.

Sure, him and Simon would wrestle around, pin each other to the floor, and declare themselves winners, but that was pretty standard for play type of bonding. Kids did it often. But this?? This was something entirely different.

Rocky is appauled and disgusted by all of this.

Adrian thinks it's funny and somewhat cute.

Humans are so weird..

[icarusredwings]

Beta

Omega Grace

It was requested to know how each Grace would help simon, so here ya go.

Note: This was not triggered by Grace specifically, but he is a large factor. He would have had this happen with or without Grace the second his body wasn't in fight or flight anymore. This current Situation (TM) as someone called it, is about Simons first (and probably last) heat. Omegas his age (around 50) with his levels usually naturally stop having heats so it only really emphasizes his good breeding genetics. Eden doesn't let just anyone be mates and reproduce. The majority were forbidden. You had to have a mix of extreme subservience and practically give your baby up to Eden (- and trust they wouldn't just straight up sacrifice them) and have good, strong health genetics. If Eden had found out Simon is an Omega, they would have assigned him an Alpha and probably approved him, marking him at least grade B stock.

Note 2: Ryland is Aroace. They're mates in a non-traditional sense, Simon is Ace but not repulsed. If anything, Grace is grateful this started in a safe place, but now has more scars forming.

Tw: Mentions of past stalking, mentions of fear of forced mating (duh), panic attack from chasing truama.

Grace, being an Omega himself, was surprised to first notice the submissive, playful behavior only after being tackled and bit in the shoulder.

He had yipped, scrambling back. "OUCH! Simon what the heck!?" But by the time he said it, he was already smiling and rolling in the rocks.

"Oh....OH-"

With their prime days over, He honestly was a little shocked that he could still even *have* a heat. His own last one was after the excitement of finding Simon. He figured Simon's species didn't have cycles like theirs because he barely reacted at all to his nesting and scent. Just said he was acting funny. It was quite something to have to explain to Rocky, whose species didn't even have gender, that sometimes on earth people would get.. odd.. and the only real reason was to mate.

"Just mate simon." The rock shrugged, seeing this as a human inefficiency, as he did most human issues.

"NO- Absolutely not!"

But that was a couple of years ago. Before, they actually were mates. Now though? Discovering Simon's species *did* have heat cycles as well? Almost exactly like his??

And I say almost because.. well.. Simon didn't want to mate. He just wanted to bite... a lot.

Which confused him for multiple reasons. One being, Why didn't Simon tell him? He had a couple blockers left over at the time when they met. Not like they needed them now that the alpha of the crew was long dead. But he also didn't confide in him either. He didn't join the nest or keep him company. Simon had completely ignored him, it seemed. Another thing was, He didn't *smell* like an omega. Not until just now anyway. And now? It was crystal clear.

"Huh..Did you know you're an omeg-OW!" He asked Simon, who bit him again. "Huh?"

"An omega.. you're uhm.. you're in heat..right?" He asks awkwardly. It was kinda weird to be like "Oh hey bestie are you ovulating to hell and back right now?"

And the look Simon gave him told him everything he needed to know. "They didn't tell you..?"

"Tell me what?"

He bit him.. again.

"Ouch!! Simon, stop it! That hurts! Are you even listening!? I used the last one a while ago, so I'll have to make you more. Don't worry. Ill make a nest with you and I wont leave you- OW! What are you doing!? You can't mark me you dumby! Just- just calm down. Whens the last time you even had a heat?? This is way too intense for a normal-" He yips again, this time shoving him away. "Stop! I dont know what youre doing but just-.. stop.. Augh I.. I think you made me ble-.." he stops talking, watching something shift in his eyes and stance.

Ryland hasn't been afraid of him for a long, long time. He hasn't felt a sense of danger like this since college when some asshole apphas kept trying to stalk him back to his dorm.. no wonder this place was so cheap. They housed everyone intertwinly. It was cheaper than segregating.. but less safe. And gave Omegas so much anxiety that a few dropped out.

He felt the weight in his chest fall into his stomach. "S-..simon don't.. Please I-.. my leg isn't that great. Im too old for this nonsense! Come on.. don't- Simon- SIMON DON'T!" But it was too late. He was already chasing him.

Grace didn't know what he would do, but he was too scared to find out. GOD he hated being chased. He hated the way it made his lungs feel on fire and he could already feel the tears forming, crying as he ran. He had so much trust in Simon. Why would he do this? Then again.. he had trust in Stratt too.

He remembers running for his literal life, tackled and sedated just as Simon catches up. Grace screams just as he's able to make it to the door, slamming it and locking it. He breathed heavily, panting and wheezing, sliding down against the door with his hands in his hair. That hurt his.. well.. everything.

His head, his legs, his back, his chest, heart, and lungs. They were all on fire. He was in his mid 50s theres no reason he should have to do all that! Would Simon eat him? Would he hurt him- like actually hold him down and hurt him?? Or worse..

It took several hours before he was ready to open the door, unsure of what in the world was happening. His semi quiet, slow paced, and cuddly "room"Mate just bit him several times and chased him home like a lion to a gazelle.

This was nothing like the Simon he was used too, knew, and loved in his own way.

About two hours later, Simon had crawled into bed, which now was a massive mess of soft material, with potatos.

Specifcally, potatos he had grown from the ship and transplanted to a patch outfront. He was always protective of that garden. And for obvious reason, but seeing him plop down russets into their bed as if nothing happened earlier made him blink.

"What are you..?" He whispers, watching as Simon curled around them, beginning to purr. "Oh. Potato babies.. makes sense.. Simon- i.. i don't want you to bite me but.. I made that nest and I would like to sleep in it... okay?" He asks, but he didn't reply.

Trying to climb into bed, Simon growled, baring teeth and even opened the teeth on his cheek on the upper part of his jaw.

"Okay... Fine.. I guess I'll just.. sit on the floor." He mutters. As much as he wanted to sleep, he was too worried. Both about Simon and what he'd do to him if he let his gaurd down.

Within a few minutes, Simon was already being a menace again, this time trying to drag him into the nest by his cardigan. "Hey- no wait! You'll rip-" Grace gasps, putting his head back, chest falling to the floor, arching slightly as Simon bit the back of his neck- Hard. As if trying to drag him like a mama cat to a kitten.

A noise came out of Grace that he rather not ever repeat, but it seemed to have both spooked and pleased the feral heat monster, who at first jumped away, inching closer to sniff only to become excited.

Ryland whines, already feeling the rush go up his spine and then back down. "Ugh.. God dang it, Simon!! Why would you- Oh- Wait, you don't know what you're do.."

Simon had done the same thing, again, hovering over top of him, biting the back of his neck, getting a good chunk of skin between his teeth. Harder. A lot.. harder. A lot deeper.

Unknowingly, Grace spread his knees, whimpering as he lay against the rug, still presenting when bit.

"Crap.. dang it, Get it together, Ryland." He says, sitting up, shaking his head after he let go this time. "So embarrassing.."

Just as Simon goes for a third time, Grace pushes him away. "Quit it.. before you bond me and we have bigger issues.. uugh.." It was now that he could feel his own, possibly - hopefully- a phantom cycle coming. He groans in annoyance. "Whhhyy?" As he rubs his face knowing he only had a few hours until his own starting acting up.

God, he hasn't been bonded since... Well since... the longer he thought, the more upset he became. Was this really his first time? I guess when you get launched into space stuff like that fades away in unimportantance. But now? With all this? It made him want to curl up somewhere and just die of embarrassment.

Did he even mean it?? Probably not..

His hand came to his neck, feeling the teeth marks. Jesus.. he did.. he really did... fuck

Okay- Plan: Go to the lab, start making blockers. They should be ready in a couple days- if he had all the stuff he needed. If not, he would have to make due with a smaller dose. But that would be better than being bitten all the time and chased with such predatory eyes.

Aaanndd plans out the window. Simon had picked him up, tucking him into a dangerously comfy spot, curling up to him (and the potatos) beginning to purr. Almost instantly, Ryland felt exhausted. He knew it had something to do with the sedation hormones that came with the biting, to keep omegas from struggling too much after being knotted. Yeah, yeah , biology nonsense. Stupid evolution.. stupid near extinction.. stupid body.. and his eyes were so heavy.. he had to admit, he did a good job on the nest. It was perfect.. could be a little warmer, but for by the sea, this was wonderful.

It made sense. For Simon to bite him, for simon to chase him off and try to attack his face. Omega's usually didn't get along. Biology - again. But sometimes they banded together in pairs or packs. He's heard about that. Some groups of Omegas saying fuck you to societies expectations on having pups and just taking care of each other during heats. Breeding one another and planting weak bonds... Grace was always jealous of those.. other omegas never seemed to like him that much- plus- Grace wasn't into "breeding help". He wasn't even into masterbation. He just wanted someone to actually care about him. To put him in the nest and keep him company..

Grace glances to the side, briefly to see Simon snoring on top of his potatos. "...Oh."

Seems he got exactly what he wanted afterall.

In the morning, he could feel it inching its way up, grunting as he rolled over, covering his face with a pillow... Crap. With a big sigh, he sits up, surprised to see Simon not in the room. Oh, thank god.. if he started biting him now, he wouldn't be able to focus enough to make the blockers. Getting up, he goes to the kitchen, taking out some me-at and getting it ready. He made double for each of them, knowing they would need it. Still, it was uncomfortable to walk. One because he had overworked himself yesterday and two because of the ache that started in his pelvis.

Bringing his cane and Simon's portion with him (because he knew the second he stepped out he would start being hunted again) as a bribe.

Finally arriving at the lab, Grace was right. Simon had taken the food, purring but then tackled him seconds after finishing the two burgers, pinning him, biting his ear this time.

He seemed a lot more playful than aggressive today, but still, he had to practically threaten to hit him with his cane just so he could leave the biodome. He expected that Simon wanted to put him back in the nest. Presumably where Simon's instincts told him that he belonged.

Thankfully, there had been just enough to make a moderately effective blocker. Right now, he had a lessener curing. Tomarrow, he'd shove that into himself and then one into Simon if there wasnt any side effects, other than the usual nausea and slight headache. The actual full dose of blocker needed to cure. He remembers making some of his own on Earth when the pharmacy ran out. It was expensive, sure, but the pure stuff worked so much better. It was so good that most people assumed he was a beta, so he knew it would be strong enough for Simon too.

And if not... well.. he'd be screwed. He'd get bit for the next entire week. Probably mounted, bonded and maybe even humped. Not gonna lie, compared to the biting, He thought about just offering the hump session instead. Would it even work? Dosn't seem like it.. Simon seemed more interested in "killing" his "prey" then actually mating. Yeah.. that seemed like a Simon thing to do now that he thought about it.

Arriving back into the dome, He stood there for a minute, and as expected, he was pounced on yet again. Bitten and bruised. With his own heat on the rise, he just gave up. Laying there in the dirt, letting Simon munch on his cheek and nose. "Ow.. ouch... ow- OW.."

Before he knew it, He was being hauled away, taken back to the house and shoved into the nest (with even more potatos then before)

"Why are you digging up your garden? Youre going to regret that." He mutters, brain foggy with instincts to bury himself in the sheets.

"Mine." Simon snarled when Grace went to pick one up.

"Right.. yours." He mumbles, putting the potato pup back down, shifting himself as he began to move things around, fully letting himself immerse in what his head wanted. Burrying himself in the nest, a sudden wash of lonliness and sorrow drowned him. Tears came to his eyes, mentally cursing as he remembered the bond and missing scent.

Simon had (assumingly) went to get even more potatos to snuggle with, leaving Grace cold, alone and feeling mateless. Which made no sense to him. He's never felt that feeling of intensly needing a mate. But now he did. He laughs a little through tears, feeling pathetic. "Dang it, Simon.." he whispers, curling up further into the blankets.

As if he smelt the distress, Simon came in, sniffing him, confused as if he didn't know what to do... he had done the same to his Sisters of Eden. But his general would yell at him to leave Omegas alone.. maybe because they thought he would try to mate them. He didn't know. All he did know is Grace was sad. And that? That was a crime.

Simon made a noise that resembled a chirp, coming into the nest looking over him. He wasn't sure what to do... ealier, when he bit him he seemed happy. So he tries it again, trying to bite his neck, hoping he was helping. Though, he was stopped. Instead, Grace moved to snuggle into his chest, holding tight.

Simon tilts his head, about to nip at his ear a third time, but he didn't want Grace to cry anymore.

Settling in, he shifts to wrap around Ryland, starting a purring coo.

After the shots (and a couple more rough bond bites) Things calmed down significantly. Not enough to stop the heats all together, but enough for Grace to feel safe in his arm again. They took turns holding one another, playing with each other's hair, bringing food, cuddling and kissing in the nest. Said nest had been rearanged several times, and Ryland's tears were interfolded on each layer. For the most part, this is everything he has ever wanted.

To be a half of an Omega pair, purrs, cuddling and holding each other tight, hidden in a warm thick nest, quietly chatting and helping each other cope with the aching pains and emotional discourse.

Simon keeps Ryland close in his chest, purrs constant and consistently kissing his forehead.

"..Im still sorry... for .. everything.. I would have told you if I had known but.. I've never had one before. I thought only girls got those, honestly."

He says, apologizing for biting him so much.

"Huh?? No no.. boys girls.. anyone can be an omega... I didn't even think about testing you.. I assumed you didn't have any cause when I had mine on the Hail Mary, you didn't react.. what else didn't they teach you?"

Simon sighs, rolling them over to lay on Grace. "A lot of things, Im sure... wait so.. Only girl omegas can get pregnant..... right?"

"Oh, Boy..." Ryland Sighs..