bakerstreet | It’s all instinct.

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It’s all instinct.

ANIMAL PEOPLE SOCIETY
an inexcusable smut meme

In a world not unlike our own (or in the past, or the future, or with magic), people...aren't just people. Somehow the species have been put in a blender - human civilization, certain animal traits and urges - and now, we're in for some fun. But at least society's managed this walk on the wild side pretty well so far. Admittedly, there's some tension between carnivore types and their herbivore fellow citizens (whether a lamb can be safe around a wolf with active meat-eating instincts is up for debate), though no place is perfect, right? There's harmony for the most part since everyone decided to shirk their more primitive instincts to live decently. Usually.

Except when matters of mating come onto the scene, of course.

Need I say more? Mostly, this serves as a shameless excuse to throw concepts like Beastars in with well-loved tropes like animal ears/tails, a/b/o, pet people, heat and rut, werewolfery, etc. And if I have to explain why I want to see characters like Geralt with wolf ears or Thor with a golden retriever tail, I won't apologize when I say it speaks for itself.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character and preferences. Tell us what 'species' your character is, too!

Include what you're interested and not interested in.

Respond to others using these prompts I've stolen from other memes + a few originals.

PROMPTS

animal features focus: Less a prompt and more of an add-in to others, this option features heavy emphasis on animal characteristics like ears, tail, fur, scales, and teeth. Scritch-scratch. Forget the conventional, embrace unusual erogenous pinpoints.

first heat: Baby's first heat. YOU'RE A TEENAGER/LATE BLOOMER AND WHAT IS THIS?

old hand: You've done this a million times, but it never gets any easier.

happen to be here: You're not picky. You can't afford to be. You'll take anybody who's nearby.

old faithful: You're going to the person you always go to in order to relieve your problem.

worked something out: The two of you aren't involved. You just help each other out.

unexpected: You never expected to rut with this person, but here you are.

cross-species: Whether it be the socially acceptable carnivore/carnivore and herbivore/herbivore option or the taboo carnivore/herbivore combination.

knotting: I said what I said.

unusual genitalia: I said what I said, part 2.

instincts: A leopard can't change its spots, nor can other speices avoid their bases desires. Like doggy style. Or eating their mate once they're finished.

volunteer: You've offered yourself up out of the kindness of your heart.

tribute: This isn't your offer. You're the offer from others, a gift for someone powerful to sate their appetite.

mating: You've decided to go one step further and make your relationship deeper.

nesting: Aaah, (temporary) domestic bliss. And lots of fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. Like, you'll barely be able to stand.

rough: What it says on the tin. I wanna fuck you like an animal.

romantic: You and me baby ain't nothing but animals...so we can still feel the love tonight.

bonding: The bond, which is mildly psychic and intensely physical, makes sex even more intense.

the natural conclusion: Heat calls for pregnancy. Get someone pregnant.

already pregnant: Unfortunately, being knocked up doesn't abate your partner's desires. Or yours.

mates for life: Now you're absolutely certain that you want to be with no one else. Of course, this means you'll be in synch with their heat for the rest of forever.

save you: You've been saved from the advances of an undesired mate by someone who may be much more suited. Show your gratitude?

cockfight: Two people want the same mate. That won't do. There are ways to figure that out, not always involving fists.

increase in dominance: Exactly what it says.

increase in submission: Again, exactly what it says.

unexpected dominance: No one expects you to ever be dominant. Prove them wrong.

protect: You want to protect your mate from others, and that means putting your scent all over them.

set off by someone else: You were doing fine until you got a whiff of someone else's pheromones.

resisting temptation: Your heart belongs to someone. You want to stay out of this "heat" thing. You want to rise above it. Whatever it may be, you just have to not take the bait. Easier said than done.

all worked up: You're beginning to lose control and yourself. Quick, do something before you're jumping anything that moves.

pack: As mentioned prior, some people, especially those far out from civilization proper, have formed packs that hold to the more traditional alpha structure. Of course, these packs come with their own rules when it comes to heat and mating.

suitable partner: The desire for certain mates can come from a subconscious level, and you can find yourself aroused by someone showing how strong they are (they can protect you), how curvaceous they look (that must mean they're fertile), or any other number of traits that can benefit you. And now that you've found The One, you'll show off your own stuff. aka the presenting option.

desperation: You'll take anyone! Anything!

final release: You've reached your breaking point and your mindless. At least you'll get relief.

fighter: Part of your process is seeing who's worthy of you by testing their mettle. That, or you want to fight anything.

noncon: They don't want this. You don't want to stop this.

dubcon: You say no, but your body says yes and you can't stop loving it.

calm you down: Whether it's to fuck or to fight, you're going mad, and they have to bring you back down to Earth.

territorial: How dare someone look at what belongs to you? You'll have to make things right.

WILDCARD

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[ xl is absolutely a rabbit/hair, soft soft ears... :) little bunny tail... ]

[Arthur is a stag or a bear]

[The clumsiest dog you've ever seen, a type of spaniel maybe. No noncon please.]

[ Wahaha, this works well I offer you miss Miqo'te or just ur local cat girl. ]

( He's either the owner who owns a pet solely for sex, or he's the sex-obsessed mastiff who wants to fuck his poor owner 24/7. )

"Down, boy," Hannah huffs, her hands already full the moment she walks in through the door. She got the mastiff more for protection than companionship, but Kazuo's appetite for his master soon became the most important part of his care. Hannah doesn't mind, really - she lucked out in that her pet is always eager to fuck her like a jackhammer - but it can be a little overwhelming at times. She feels like she's the one getting led around when she ought to be the firm and steady master of this relationship.

"Just a minute, okay?" she says, hurried as she feels Kazuo's cock hard against her thigh already.

If he picks her up again like last time, she swears...

The Behemoth Cor isn't unused to dealing with dragons. His territory does border some dragon lands, after all. But he normally doesn't deal wkth them during his ruts, and he avoids any that are going thru their breeding cycles as well. Too much risk of blood spilling and such.

Until this young one has entered his den a couple of days ago, desperate for relief. Which is why, on the thirs morning, he wakes up to the now-semi-familiar scent of a young dragon yearning to be mounted... And the related noises as well. "You really crave a good pounding, don't you?" He grumbles as he rises out of their now-shared nest.

Noctis had slipped out of their shared nest that morning to get something to eat before his heat really hit him again but the young dragon had slept too long. So Cor woke to Noctis leaning against the table the behemoth had, hand wrapped around his cock beating himself off.

He made a noise from the back of his throat when he saw Cor and turned around to present himself, his long black tail high in the air and out of the way. “Please! I need something. I need you.”

Cor is just not surprised anymore to see Noctis leaning against his table like that anymore. The poor young dragon really has it bad, which has the older male a little concerned. Don't dragons mate early on in life or something like that?

Still, there's a low growl rising out his throat as he sees the dragon present himself and start begging once again. "I swear, it's almost as if you're trying to make me Bond with you," he mutters, but it's more in mock grumbling than actual grumpiness. He stumps up to the younger male, letting his boxer slip onto the floor and let his already-mostly-hard cock nudge against that entrance. "But maybe you just enjoy having your belly grow so big now...don't you?"

“A dragon… would never Bond... with a behemoth,” Noctis panted out which was followed by a whimper when he felt Cor move up behind him but not push into him. The dragon’s tail wrapped around Cor’s waist and pulled the older male closer, keeping him there as best as he could.

“Please…” Noctis begged and his nails dug into the table a little because he could feel the tip of Cor’s cock against his slick hole. He couldn’t think of anything else but being full of the behemoth’s large cock. To be knotted again and filled to bursting. “Don’t make me… tie you down and… ride you.”

"I dunno; I've heard weirder Bonds happening in the past," Cor muses in a teasing tone. But then that tail pulls him right up against the younger male, and his clawed hands grip those hips rather firmly.

"As if you could keep me tied up for very long; in your state, you'd probably wouldn't even get the knots right." He rubs his cock's head against that slicked up entrance to tease him further for just a moment or two. "But then again, we're talking about the wrong type of knots here..."

And with that, he starts to sink his member deep into the dragon, not stopping until he feels it bottoming out within the younger male.

“A-a… dragon,” Noctis’ words were cut off as Cor started to sink his member into the dragon. Noctis let out a low gutted moan as he was filled by the large cock that now seemed to fit perfectly in him. The dragon squeezed down around the large member as he panted, his tail tightening its hold on Cor’s waist.

“A dragon would… never lower itself… to Bond with a behemoth,” Noctis got out even as he rocked back against Cor. One hand reached back and gripped Cor’s thigh with sharp claws as the young dragon rocked. “Fuck me. I need it. Please.”

"And yet, he's begging for a Behemoth's cock like he's some common house feline being mounted by some wolf." The words purr out of his chest in a half-tease, half-taunt. A small groan is the result of feeling that squeeze, and Cor makes him suffer for just one more moment...

And then his hips pull back before snapping against Noct's, thrusting that thick cock deep into the lad. And he repeats the movements again, and again, and yet again...always rough, always deep, always pushing the dragon up against the table as if trying to grind him onto the surface from behind...

Noctis had been about to demand Cor to move, to thrust, to do something when the Behemoth finally started to move. The young dragon cried out on the first firm thrust that left them rocking the table hard but it stayed in place.

The dragon could barely breath between each hard thrust, his hands clawing up the table, as Noctis tried to meet Cor’s thrust with his own. The sound of their bodies meeting each other over and over filled Cor’s home along with Noctis' needy moans as the dragon got exactly what his body needed.

Ah, there it is - the cries of pleasure, the inner walls swallowing up his cock with every thrust, the hips trying to meet his as needy moans full the Behemoth's ears... This is the new life Cor's been sinking himself into for the past couple of days.

"So needy, so early," he murmurs as he shifts in a way to thrust all the harder, all the deeper into the younger male. "Your body's just craving for any ol' make to just make your belly all huge and round..." The older male leans over to better plough Noctis into the table, making the wooden furniture begin to creak. "...and not just with cum..."

Noctis ended up face down against the table with his ass being pounded into over and over and over again and that was exactly what the dragon needed. He kept his tail wrapped around Cor, refusing to let the Behemoth move too far away. Not when Cor was taunting him with those words.

“I’m not…” Noctis panted the words out, his claws deep in the wooden table, “having… a Behemoth….” Even though that is exactly what his body wanted. The heat was meant for dragons to breed and become pregnant. “Your knot… it… stays out…”

xie lian. — tgcf

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II - OTA20+

Carly Nagisa | Yugioh 5Ds

Nana | WOL FF14/Fantasy Original🐈 | Ota | M/F

Kazuo Kuwabara | Gantz | m/f

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Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | M/M

Kind of several and yet wildcard at the same time

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