my name is birdie and i Do Not Control The Special Interest. please help if you send me prompts from this tag please clarify which post you're talking about or i won't be able to use it
in the same vein as my mutant!simon likes biting post: i just love humanoid monster characters having little behaviors that mark them as not being human
grace notices that simon likes to rub his neck/chin on him. he’ll come up behind grace and drape his chin over his shoulder, then subtly rub it back and forth a few times. they’re cuddling with grace on top of simon, his head tucked under simon’s chin, and later he notices his hair is sticking up everywhere from simon’s chin rubs.
one day, simon sees grace come out of the shower and grace hears him growl low in his throat and then he’s got an armful of simon. he sputters and giggles as simon gets on his tiptoes and rubs himself all over grace’s face and neck.
“what’s that about?” he asks.
simon turns bright red from ears to neck and ducks away as he mumbles something.
“i didn’t hear you, sweetheart.” grace cups his chin so simon will look at him. “i think it’s cute, i’m just curious!”
simon repeats, “i don’t like it when you don’t… smell like me.”
grace processes that. it’s his turn to blush, because this is such an animalistic, possessive behavior — simon is scent-marking him, claiming him, like a dog marking its territory. then he tilts his head back to bare his neck and says, “well, don’t let me stop you.”
after that, simon is a lot more blatant with his scenting. grace is more than happy to let simon strip him down and rub his smell on every inch of his skin; they’re the only beings with a sense of smell for lightyears, but he loves that he undoubtably smells like he belongs to simon.
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i think grace would be very sensory-seeking during sex. like, he’d crave impact play, temperature play, massage/pressure, tickling, overstimulation, any sort of novel sensory experience.
so obviously the easiest way to turn him into a needy, whiny mess is sensory deprivation. put him in noise-canceling headphones, restraints, and a blindfold and he’ll start begging to be touched Immediately. gag him too and he’ll whimper and drool around it as he tries to speak. the longer he goes without touch, the more pliable and eager to please he’ll be once it’s finally given.
for simon i can see this as a way for him to ease into harder kinks as a dominant. he's worried about harming grace, either physically or mentally, by doing things like restraining or hurting him, even when grace asks for them; seeing grace really, truly beg for those things would help him understand that what they're doing is safe.
he'd probably prefer to leave grace without a gag. he expresses in the movie that hearing someone speak to him is a comfort, and i think he really loves grace's voice in general. but he does put him in a blindfold and noise-canceling headphones and then, because he's still not certain about tying grace up or cuffing him or anything, he restrains him with his own hands. he pulls grace into his lap, grace's back against his chest, and arranges grace's arms so his hands are clasped at the back of his neck, similar to how you'd support your head while lounging. he taps grace's fingers, a silent stay there.
he takes his time to worship grace's body. he trails feather-light fingers over grace's face, chest, stomach, thighs. every time he gets close to grace's crotch, grace wriggles his hips to get closer and simon pulls away just to hear him whine. he knows grace can't hear him, so he lays the compliments on thick; normally grace gets red-faced and embarrassed by simon whispering about how gorgeous he is. simon can do it all he wants right now, his lips pressed to grace's shoulder or back so grace can hear that he's speaking.
eventually, he rests his fingers against a nipple and grace breathes "please, please, please," until simon pinches him so, so gently. grace's entire body reacts — his hips stutter up into the air, his chest heaves, he chants simon's name. simon does it again, again, tugging on grace's nipples until they're swollen and reddened and grace just doesn't stop begging for it.
simon moves on, though, to rest a palm on grace's inner thigh, this, too, makes grace gasp and plead and squirm until simon gives in and smacks him. the sound is sharp and startling but simon doesn't have time to be stressed about it because grace moans so prettily for him to do it again.
i think it's especially hot if grace comes without simon really touching his genitals (being vague because i like both cis and trans grace lol), proving to simon just how fucking much he loves this treatment.
Oooo! Romance/sex only, I see. I have a few. I definitely have more but I gotta dig for them so here are some of my favorites:
SFW:
SCHEDULE B, SECTION 4: Declaration of exotic pet- Really fucking funny. Delightful rocky antics and erid worldbuilding.
approach the asymptote- beautifully done rocky POV on falling for Grace.
NSFW:
The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known- SPECTACULAR Grocky dymanics and characterization. Fun fun FUN eridian physiology and sexuality. excellent fic.
pilot study (knowledge gaps)- SEX POLLEN MY BELOVED. I needn't say more.
The Scientific Method- EGG. BOUND. ROCKYYYY. another really fun xenobiology take on eridian ovipositors with just. spectacular everything, honestly.
xeno jerkoff cinematic universe- the entire thing, because each individual part is too good to consider over the other. If you haven't read any of these- go do that? right now?
It Is Imperative That The Cylinder Remains Unharmed- Funny AND hot. He's not actually on reddit. It's just a framing device for thoughts.
welcome home cheater and i'm your man- Everything in Grocky Works by spqr is just. it's all good. I am especially partial to these two for the Rock Divorce and the insane alien sexual biology in the second. Also friend husband brother father which I recommend EVEN IF you don't usually like the tagged kink because. holy shit. it's so funny. please just read it.
Under the Skin- Phenomenal rocky POV smut. LOVE this one.
The Right Hand of Light- WIP, but really interesting- what do you do when you're 60 and your genderless alien husband needs help molting?
Another Medium- Weird alien technology and trying sex with an alien who doesn't feel arousal. Very fun!
Awakening- hot but with a little angst. Love to see it.
It is IMPERATIVE that Rocky finds doing some things to Grace VERY erotic, but they do absolutely nothing for Grace. Something stupid. Like Rocky being obsessed with Grace's sinus cavity (such complex folds! Like a tiny cave system!) so he likes to shove the pointy tips of his finger in Grace's nostrils (Holes always open! So scandalous!!) to echolocate them better and Grace just. Having to deal with that. Laying on his back dick soft with Rocky's fingers in his nose just. Hanging out. While Rocky has fun.
Of course, he gets pavlov'd into finding this hot because Rocky always follows it up with a handy so he's got that to look forward to. Enjoy your new, bizarre fetish buddy
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can you imagine how cathartic it would be to reach that level of trust in someone after everything he's been through? i imagine that simon hasn't felt safe or been able to relax since his mom died. he's gone years, decades without letting his guard down. his whole life he's been wound tight, prepared to pounce.
but with grace, he's able to just... let go. obviously not immediately, it takes a while of them being together for simon's nervous system to fully process that the dome is safe, grace is safe, simon is safe. eventually, though, he's with grace — knelt between his legs, maybe — and he’s surrounded by grace’s scent and warmth and grace is stroking his hair and speaking to him in a low, gentle voice and suddenly simon feels this wave of calm wash over him. his limbs feel leaden, his eyes droop, he leans heavier into grace knowing that he’ll be held.
grace asks if he’s okay and simon’s reply is slow and slurred. he stares up at grace in adoration; for simon, right now, he and grace are the only people who have ever existed. there is nothing outside of this moment. he bends to grace's every touch, follows his every word.
later, when he comes up, he cries. grace is worried that he did something wrong, but simon tells him no, it's because he can't believe grace didn't do something wrong. he's come to expect that other people don't have his interests in mind, that they'll use him for whatever they want without regard for how it hurts him, but when faced with simon in this open, vulnerable state, grace never once considered doing anything simon wouldn't want.
and while i'm at it, some thoughts on bottom simon:
anal sex wouldn't exactly be common where he's from. i just don't think that people have the supplies or time to prep someone properly; any anal had on eden would be dangerous and painful. simon, as a fighter who goes on missions outside of eden, can't risk being physically compromised like that. maybe he's topped anally before, but definitely not bottomed.
so the thought of bottoming is probably a bit scary to him. intimidating. but maybe it's something he's wanted for a long time but never had the opportunity to do, or maybe he wants to give this part of himself to grace because he's never been able to share it before. either way, he wants grace to top.
grace gets to blow his fucking MIND. he fingers simon open until lube is dripping down his thighs and just takes his time to explore what makes simon feel good. maybe he gets a little too scientist-brained about it and simon eventually has to beg to be fucked because grace is having too much fun just playing with him. simon might have been nervous when they started but now all he wants is for grace to fill him.
and simon gets put in an incredibly vulnerable position — on hands and knees, or folded in half, either way he's beneath grace — and for the first time in his life he's not scared. the person pinning him down doesn't hate him or want to hurt him. the person pinning him down kisses his temples and brushes his hair out of his face and holds his hand while he fills simon up and fucks him so, so gently. grace is constantly checking in with him, telling him how good he's doing, talking about how perfect simon is for him. simon gets to just let go and feel safe and loved and content.
Jack figured that the rest of the rut would be easy once restraints got involved. He figured wrong, apparently.
The most frustrating thing at this stage is that Simon seems to essentially drift in and out of that rut-drunk state. Even though they're now on day…eight? Nine? It's been longer than either of them would probably like. At least now, Simon is mellowing out more often than not.
But today?
Simon lunges up and snaps at Jack, a frenzied sound escaping his chest. Jack pins him back down by the shoulders for what feels like the fiftieth fucking time.
"Oi! Would it kill you to lay the fuck down when I tell you to?"
Simon's face contorts in anguish, still baring his teeth. "Hngh, m-mate… Hah… H-Have to mark…mmmy mate… Kh— Please…"
He curls his lip a little more, his tongue poking forward the faintest bit. He's trying to smell Jack as closely as possible, and for some goddamn reason, piercing Jack's scent glands half a million times isn't enough for him. The smell can't be wearing off that fast, can it? Maybe it's the hormone injection. Jack never did ask how long that'd last.
Either way, Jack tilts his head down, guarding the more tender side of his neck. "Yeah, well, you should've thought of that before you bit the shit out of me on day one."
Simon replies with another growl. He thrusts his face up towards Jack, despite the hands still weighing him down.
Jack rolls his eyes. "Fuck it, that's it, I'm getting the muzzle."
Maybe he shouldn't have said it out loud. He has to reach over to the nest to find the muzzle, which gives Simon another chance to lunge. He's still cuffed to the bed, and with Jack straddling his waist he doesn't have much mobility, but it's still a jarring motion. Jack feels like he's riding a mechanical bull, only with far greater risk to both himself and the bull.
Wrestling the muzzle onto him is a hassle. One that Jack feels bad for, but he's already committed to it. Apologies pour out of him as he tugs on the elastic straps and fastens the muzzle securely around Simon's head. Then all of a sudden, Simon goes limp.
That's strange… Simon's never been the type to give up halfway through a struggle.
Jack pulls back quickly to assess his work. Simon's eyes are open, but wide and dilated. The muzzle has holes in front of the mouth, so it shouldn't restrict his breathing. In fact, he's taking slow, steady breaths, his chest rising and falling under Jack's palms. Yet apart from that, he doesn't move an inch. He doesn't say a word.
"Uh… Simon?" Jack frowns, confused.
A strangled sound emerges from Simon's throat. Not quite a moan, not quite…anything? His eyes start to flutter. His breaths are deep and calm, almost like a machine is breathing for him. Then, when his eyes fall closed, he starts to purr.
"What in the goddamn…?" Jack mouths to himself. Then, speaking to Simon at full volume: "You like the muzzle?"
Simon doesn't respond. He doesn't even open his eyes. Even his purring seems oddly strained. It sets Jack on edge.
"Hey, Simon? Can you hear me?"
And still no answer. It's freaking Jack out a little.
"Fuckin' goddammit…"
He knows it's unwise, but he unfastens the muzzle and pulls it away from Simon's face. He expects Simon to snap at him immediately, to drop the compliant ruse and try to bite him again, but he stays limp. It takes him a few moments to even open his eyes. When he does, his eyelids seem heavy, his eyes glazed over. His purrs lose their rhythm.
"What's your deal, man?" Jack tries to ask again.
"Uhh…" Simon moans. He swallows slowly and licks his lips. It's like he just woke up from a deep nap, the sort where you wake up not knowing what day it is. As he comes back to himself, he wrinkles his nose and works his jaw, a motion that transforms into a yawn.
(Goddamn his teeth are sharp. But Jack tries not to focus on that.)
Simon moans again. "Guh… I…uh… Hm… Th-The…muzzle… Ugh…"
"Yeah, I figured that." Jack gestures emphatically with the muzzle still in his hand.
"It's…um…" Simon wrinkles his nose again. His residual arm is still unrestrained, and he tries his best to rub his face against his shoulder. He grimaces, though, when the thick scales plating that arm scratch his face. "Ugh. Muzzle's…tight around…my nose."
"What, and that's the problem?"
Simon hums uncertainly. "Not comfortable, but…felt…good?" Something approximating a grin plays at his lips, a breath of laughter escaping him. "U-Uh, um… I'm dizzy. F-Foggy. Head was…full…" Almost too quietly for Jack to hear, he murmurs, "It feels nice…"
Jack blinks.
"Are you telling me you've got a nose fetish??"
Simon bursts into a fit of giggles. It's so sudden, but it's adorable, even as he bares his teeth and grimaces a little. "Fuck, no. 'S not what I meant…"
He's still grinning when Jack brings the muzzle back to Simon's face. Not to put it back on, just to see how it fits. It's a generic plastic mold, not custom-built for Simon's face, and his nose is a little too wide for the plastic to accommodate. Looking a little closer, the mask seems to press against the weird little black spots around Simon's nose and upper lip. He has them on the exposed not-quite-almost-gums that the teeth on his cheek sprout from, too. But the muzzle would surely hurt after a while, with Simon's nose being just slightly too big.
Jack lifts the mask away and gently rubs those spots with his thumb and forefinger. His intent is just to soothe the pressure the mask would have left, but Simon's eyes flutter and glaze over again, a purr dragging itself from his throat.
"That feel good, hm?"
Simon hums affirmatively, letting his eyes close again. "F-Fuzzy. Weird…mmph…"
Feeling bold, Jack applies a little more pressure. Almost instantly, Simon's jaw goes slack, and Jack can see his tongue lolling in his mouth. His eyes open just long enough for Jack to see them rolling back in his head. Simon sighs sharply, his lungs settling back into that deep, almost mechanical breathing pattern. He purrs again, much louder this time. He looks like he's in ecstasy.
And when Jack looks behind him on a whim, he proves himself right. Simon is hard again. Which isn't the craziest thing in the world when he's this deep into rut, but he's leaking precum already.
Jack can't help but smirk when he pulls his hand away. "Really looks like you've got a nose fetish."
The moment Simon shakes off his stupor, he flails impotently with his residual arm, as if to smack Jack. All he does is make Jack laugh.
"Shut up," Simon slurs. He swallows, tilting his head back against the bed. "P-Put it back on…"
"You sure?"
"Yeah!" Simon insists.
"Alright…" Jack shrugs.
This time, Jack doesn't have to work against Simon thrashing as he affixes the muzzle. He makes sure it's not too tight. Pulling back to see Simon's face, he asks, "How's that?"
"Hmmf…" is the closest thing to a reply he gets. Already, Simon's eyes are flickering again, as if he's about to pass out. When Jack lets go of his head, it drops like a rock against the pillow.
"Good, then," Jack guesses.
He scoots down the bed, situating himself between Simon's legs. His cock seems even harder, somehow. Jack takes hold of it, intently watching Simon's eyes close yet again. He emits a loud, gravelly purr, his cock throbbing in Jack's hand.
It's a shame the muzzle covers most of Simon's face. Jack would love to see Simon's lips part in bliss as he comes undone at Jack's hand. He's seen it a hundred times this week, but it never gets old. Scales and scars be damned, Simon is just so damn pretty when he's in the throes of pleasure.
The muzzle looks flimsy. One of those disposable medical things, like the neck guards it came with. Opaque sheets of plastic layered over a thin frame, with air holes around the cheeks. The reinforcement piece along the nose is what's keeping pressure over those strange sensitive spots. The longer Jack considers the muzzle, the more a comparison comes into focus.
"It kinda looks like a pup mask," he muses. "One of those… I dunno." He's not sure where the thought even came from. He's probably never seen a pup hood outside of a pride march, and even then, only from a distance.
Simon's purring falters as he mewls loudly, followed by a lower, curt huff of air. It almost sounds like a bark, though maybe that's due to the train of thought he's already wandering down.
Jack raises an eyebrow, circling the slit of Simon's cock until he feels him throb. "Oh?" he smirks. "Did that get to you, pup?"
Simon's brows furrow a little as he releases the most pathetic sound Jack has maybe ever heard, keening airily as precum gushes over Jack's fingers.
How interesting.
"D'aww, you're adorable. You wanna be my pretty puppy, Simon?"
Again, Jack wishes he could see Simon's mouth as he pries another beautiful whimper out of him. In the meantime, he settles for resting his free hand over Simon's chest. His purrs are so damn loud, completely uncontrolled, interrupted by incoherent murmuring.
"Ffh— Hmm… M-Msss— aah… Maahhh…sffff…t-tuhhh…"
"What was that? Speak up, pet…"
Yet another high, sharp whine cuts its way out. Simon's head lolls to the side, one of his eyes cracking open. He's gazing off into space, whispering breathily, so quietly that Jack can barely parse what he's babbling about through the muzzle.
Jack's eyes widen with interest, and he's sure his pupils are dilating almost comically. He can't be hearing that correctly.
He subconsciously tightens his grasp around Simon's cock, his free hand rushing to unbuckle the muzzle. He tugs it away from Simon's face, massaging the indentation it already left over his nose. Strings of saliva connect both his mouths to the inside of the mask, and the sight goes straight to Jack's groin.
"Lemme hear you louder, pup," he urges. His voice suddenly feels much harsher, his mouth dry.
"Master," Simon repeats, unimpeded by the mask. His eyes blink open, still glassy, but now full of such open want that Jack's heart pounds. "Mfh, ohh, M-Master, god, please…"
A ravenous growl crawls from Jack's chest. He's suddenly quite sure he's never been this horny in his entire life.
"Hmm?" he sighs, voice now even lower, huskier. His hand slips down to Simon's neck, nails digging into his scent gland. Oh, how it sets his teeth on edge now. "Fuck… Is that how it is, little pup? Wanna be a good boy for Master? Wanna be owned, do ya?"
Simon screws his eyes shut, letting out a downright pitiful shrill whine. God, just when Jack thinks he can't sound any more helpless, he outdoes himself with a noise like that.
"Y— ohhh, yea— yes… Master, fuckkk…" He whines again, sounding for all the world like a needy, shivering street dog. He tips his head back, exposing the side of his neck Jack is bearing down on.
Holy fuck.
Jack may be a beta, but how could anyone resist an invitation like that?
Jack growls again, almost feral with need when he sinks his teeth into Simon's neck. His skin is tough, even though the scales there are only half-formed. It's a strain on his jaw, but he doesn't stop until he tastes blood, and feels Simon tense up under him. And he doesn't stop then, either. Simon certainly didn't. Jack bites down a little harder, laving over the ragged flesh being crushed between his teeth.
He feels Simon's dick pulse violently in his hand. The motion prompts Jack to keep stroking, as tight as he can, a small river of precum easing the way. When Jack switches to Simon's other scent gland - turnabout is fair play, after all - he bites down in tandem with his thumb dragging across the sensitive spines lining the tip of Simon's cock. The resulting whine immediately engraves itself into Jack's memory, to be saved and repeated over and over and over.
"Good boy," Jack groans raggedly into Simon's neck. He licks the tender wound left behind, and marvels at the reddened imprint of his teeth encompassing the scent gland. God, Simon's going to smell like him soon. The thought goes straight to Jack's dick, so hard it hurts like hell.
"God, can I fuck you? I really wanna fuck you," he pants. Simon's rut be damned, Jack has to get on top, right now if not sooner.
Simon looks back at him with watery, pleading eyes and another tragic whine. "Hng, no, want— hn, Master— Mate— S-Scent…my scent…" He bares his teeth again with a quiet, pained growl.
"Aww… Puppy wants to bite me again?" Jack cradles Simon's cheek, pouting in mock disappointment and affecting his voice: "That's not what good puppies do, is it?"
Simon blinks away tears and shakes his head minutely. "Wa-aanna be good… Mate… Master…"
Just to be a little extra mean, Jack pulls his hand away from Simon's cock. He gasps quietly at the loss, but Jack kisses Simon's forehead as an apology.
"Be a good boy for me, and you can bond me again," Jack croons. "Okay? Is that fair?"
"Yes, yes, th-thank…mmmh…"
"Yeah…" Jack crushes his lips against Simon's, suckling on his tongue until Simon pulls away, shivering. "Will you let me fuck you, pretty pet?"
He doesn't give Simon time to answer before stealing another kiss. He can't help it anymore. He's drunk on his mate's presence, on the power Simon's given him.
He feels Simon nod before he pulls away again to say, "Fuck— Yes… Hnn, f-fuck me…"
Simon lets Jack manhandle him, pushing his knees up and apart. He grabs a random piece of the clothing from the nest and wedges it under Simon to get a better angle. A forgotten packet of lube slides out with the motion. Jack can't help but laugh triumphantly at the perfect timing.
As he lubes up his fingers, Simon lets out a string of reedy whimpers. "Keep touching meee…"
"Patience."
The moment Jack feels sufficiently prepared, he fulfills the request. He takes Simon's cock into one hand, the other pressing a finger gently, slowly, carefully into Simon's hole. The touch draws out a delightfully erotic sob.
"You ever been fucked before, sweet thing?" Jack has to ask. Simon just feels so goddamn tight.
Simon's head rolls to the side, hiding in the crook of his elbow. His breath hitches as Jack circles a finger inside him. "Hah— Uhmm… Yeah… O-Once or twice…"
"Yeah?" Jack smirks. "Was it good?"
A shy, strangled sound escapes him. He shakes his head. "Don't wanna talk about it…"
"Oh, honey…" He plants a kiss to Simon's knee. "What about this? Am I making you feel good? You like this?"
He feels Simon clench around his finger. He lets out another shy moan, screwing his eyes shut as he nods. "Yes, M-Master…"
Jack curses under his breath. He works another finger inside, waiting carefully for Simon to adjust. "God, you have no idea what you're doin' to me when you say that."
Simon exhales sharply. Jack sees a dopey, proud grin flash across his face.
"Um… G-G-Gimme the muzzle again?" he begs, staring at the discarded mask. "Want… Wanna be good…feel good… 'n' safe…"
Jack grins. "My puppy wants his muzzle again?"
He expects and savors Simon's response, a full body shiver and a hopelessly aroused moan. He nods enthusiastically. "God— Yeah… hngh, your good puppy…"
"So good…" Jack sighs. He scissors his fingers in Simon's hole, swipes his thumb over the slit of his cock. Simon jolts like he's been zapped. "Fuck, such a good boy for your Master…"
Simon moans again, more intensely, shuddering so hard Jack almost thinks he's coming. "Master, Master, pleeease… Ahh— M-Muzzle meee…"
Jack wipes his hands off on the bedsheet, since it's a lost cause anyway, before picking up the muzzle again. When he affixes it to Simon's head, he affectionately traces his thumb along Simon's cheekbone. He watches closely as the muzzle works its magic. He's starting to obsess a little over the sight of Simon's eyes unfocusing, eyelids twitching and fluttering as he drifts off into whatever hazy, happy fog he's chasing.
"Good puppy," he sighs.
Simon purrs hard in response. Jack's starting to suspect there's little else he can do in this condition.
That…really shouldn't turn him on as much as it does.
But there's no denying his arousal. His dick throbs painfully, so he scoots back down the bed. His hands get right back to work. Simon's knot is swelling a little by now. When Jack slips his fingers back into Simon, he finds him already far more pliant and relaxed. Three fingers slide in with relative ease.
With only a moment of searching, Jack finds and presses against Simon's prostate. His eyes fly open and he purrs harshly, the sound almost transforming into a rough moan. A surge of precum escapes his cock as it flexes hard in Jack's hand. The longer Jack keeps his fingers crooked just so, giving him that constant steady pressure, the more Simon's limbs quiver uncontrollably.
Jack feels himself grinning like a maniac at the sight, but he can't help it. Simon doesn't seem focused enough to really see him, anyway. "You like that, pup? Feels good, hm?"
Simon does give him a proper moan this time. The sound makes Jack ache with need. God, he could come untouched if Simon keeps making noises like that. An attractive thought, but not as much as the idea of getting to feel him.
So Jack withdraws his fingers, lathering any remaining lube over his cock. He wastes no time pressing himself inside. He squeezes Simon's knot as he pushes forward, and god, now he's the one struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Fuuuuck… Hhhaaanngh…"
He's drawing a blank. What else is there to even say? Simon's tight as a vice around him, so much that Jack swears he can feel Simon's pulse against his cock. When's the last time he fucked someone? Has it ever felt like this? Is it a Simon thing or a rut thing or a pseudo-heat thing or who the fuck even cares? Jack decides he doesn't.
He can't when he draws his hips back, only for Simon to practically swallow him back in. He braces one hand beside Simon's chest, stroking him with the other in time with his thrusts. He's trying to go slow, trying to be gentle, he swears. But…
"Hoh, fuck… Huuungh… 'S like you're made for me… Fuck, such a good pet… Drivin' me fuckin' crazy, oh my god…"
He doesn't even realize when he's speeding up. All of a sudden, he's just pounding into Simon feverishly, and he can't find it in him to slow down. His arms are shaking, so he collapses onto his elbow. Still, he has enough leverage to keep bucking, and Simon takes him so fucking well it feels like a crime.
Simon's eyes are open, but they're absolutely staring through Jack, not at him. His purrs are so loud, such harsh grated sounds almost forcing themselves from his chest. He sounds like a malfunctioning chainsaw. One side of the muzzle is slick with drool, spilling through the air holes over his second mouth. Impulsively, Jack ducks down and kisses him. The muzzle is in the way but fuck it, it's the thought that counts, or something.
"Hh-ah, y-you feel so good you make me fuckin' stupid," Jack grins.
God, he's not going to last long. Simon, it seems, is even closer. His knot feels far fuller than it did a few seconds ago, Jack swears. His hips falter, and he fumbles around semi-blindly with the arm he was just using to brace himself.
"Mmph— Fuck, where's the—"
He cuts himself off when he finds the stroker toy. Simon's breath catches when Jack engulfs his cock with it. Pushing himself back up, he fucks Simon fast and deep, making Simon's eyes roll back in ecstasy.
"Fuck, oh my god," he wheezes. He shoves the toy down over Simon's knot, freeing his hand up to pump the head. "C-Come for me, puppy, fuck, wanna feel ya, hnnng, make a fuckin' mess for me…"
He twists his hand over Simon's tip relentlessly. Simon chokes out the highest, most desperate keening noise as his knot fills up the toy. His legs spasm almost violently when his orgasm hits, streaking his and Jack's chest with his release. He comes like a fucking geyser. And the way he sporadically clenches impossibly tight around Jack's cock pulls him over the edge as well.
Jack cries out low and loud, almost a swear, but mostly just an incoherent growl. He muffles himself against Simon's neck, biting him again as hard as he can manage as he empties himself inside. His head spins, and for a second he could swear the corners of his vision go white. He's barely in control of his body until he comes down. He wishes he had a knot, that he could stay buried in Simon forever.
Alas, his body has other ideas. His dick rapidly checks out and goes soft. It slips out the moment Jack pulls back enough to check on Simon. He's sweating buckets by now, eyes closed, brows furrowed, gasping and purring incessantly.
Jack reaches behind and undoes the buckle, peeling the muzzle off his face once more. There's an angry red mark over the bridge of Simon's nose, now, which Jack caresses apologetically.
"How are y' holdin' up, my good boy?"
Simon's face is covered in drool. His lips look red and plump, like he was biting them. When he opens his eyes again, it takes him forever to refocus. He's an absolute mess. If Jack hadn't just come so hard, he'd be painfully aroused. He drinks in the sight regardless.
"Hhuuuhhh…" Simon moans after a moment. He swallows hard. Pants some more. Closes his eyes again. "Fffuck…"
Jack cradles Simon's cheek. He leans into it, which feels like a good sign. "You okay, Si?"
"Uhh-huh… Hmmnuhhh…"
Jack huffs out a restless laugh. His hand comes up to Simon's forehead. His hair is matted with sweat, and he's still hot as hell. He's been like that all rut. "God, I did a number on you, huh?"
Simon sighs and nods weakly. He swallows again, tongue peeking out as he does. He works his jaw until he can keep his mouth from going slack.
"'Szzzgood," Simon finally slurs. "H'm'okay…"
"Maybe I left the muzzle on too long…"
Simon shakes his head. "Uh-uh. Jus'…huhh… C-C-Coming real…hhhard…"
"You sound like your fuckin' brain's exploding," Jack laughs, a little hysterical.
Simon wheezes with giddy laughter as a huge grin overtakes him. "Might be."
Something in the back of Jack's brain is pulling on alarm bells, sowing seeds of fear and paranoia. He hopes like hell this isn't permanent, that he hasn't done Simon real harm.
"Mmf. Feels good," Simon smiles. His chest shakes again with silent laughter.
He beams up at Jack, still slightly dazed. Jack can't recall ever seeing Simon this relaxed. It's enough to make his heart slam into the back of his throat.
"Good?" Jack repeats. His hand climbs to Simon's scalp, earning a deeply satisfied purr as he threads his fingers through Simon's hair. "I'm glad I did right by you. You were so good for me. Such a good pet. God, I—"
Jack bites down on the words in his throat, forcing out a breathless chuckle in their place. He's not ready to say that. Nothing so saccharine, certainly not mid-rut. Not until Simon's in his right mind. Maybe Jack might even feel halfway ready to visit that thought by then.
He's not sure how to feel about how readily it almost slipped out, though. How easily he almost said 'I love you.'
Simon whines needily, tilting his head into Jack's hand, which has gone still. "Keep petting me…"
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I need Simon to knot inside Grace, saying through breaths how he's gonna get him pregnant, how good he'll look all full with him. Grace is sore and weak, taking it all, already full and breathless. He's overstimulated, yet Simon keeps going until he knots inside of Grace the final time, trying to thrust himself deep into Grace's non-existent womb.
I need Grace to pull out after coming in Simon, and stare at Simon's abused hole and red ass while Simon whimpers in the background. And immediately, get hard from the sight in front of him.
Believes he's a monster internally and externally vs "Jokes on you, im into that" *insert sonic freak meme*
Part 2: Grace is exactly where he wants to be
I like the idea that Simon is Thicker than Grace, but shorter so his borrowed clothes fits him weird. I also like to think Simon is able to grow his arm back temporarily. Unfortunately it takes calories and/ or blood... I wonder if there's a willing donor...
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