#mating behavior

[witchofthesouls]

We need more cultural/species clash, especially in the "humans into Cybertronians" scene.

The giant robots don't have hormones like humans, so anyone who's afab or going through hormone therapy will be like, "Hey, no more pms-ing symptoms, endocrine dysfunctions, or related conditions? Neat!"

The thing is, the Autobots and Decepticons went through a massive, catastrophic war that they're still reeling from the widespread health impacts, but any random human-into-a-Cybertronian-via-magic-tech-bullshit... didn't. They're healthy. They didn't enter a starvation mode or constantly function at the dregs for countless millennia.

Imagine that human-into-Cybertronian going into a heat because of that. Even the non-Seekekin or beastformers because the conversion is trying to make heads-and-tails with old human body and new Cybertronian frame. So reproductive heat it is.

I know heats are generally seen as "Help me uwu," but we're sleeping on aggressively raging cat/FIGHT ME COWARDS

Imagine that slow, creeping irritability and frustration. That deep yearning for things you can't have anymore, even when it's dangled in front of you. A strange, persistent "itch" all over the body. (They have already been cleared of a potential rust infection by the medbay. Multiple times. And their diagnostics are running as a mocking clear.) Temperature every so slowly increasing until they have to occasionally step away to just steam out like a self-made sauna. And enough frustration/anger to power a few cities.

Imagine the relatively mild-mannered or relaxed civvie, just suddenly breaks the basketball pole -as in the one that was built for giant aliens- to use it as impromptu swatter and yeets it into an incoming raid or does it to clear space between them and everyone else.

The resident Seekerkin: Alright, I see where this is going...

Everyone else: What the flying fu-

[mutillids]

Cool video I got of Promachus bastardii (isn't that a great name?) courtship. Robber flies (Asilidae) are enthusiastic cannibals, and it's not uncommon to see them eating their conspecifics, so it pays to be careful when approaching a lady.

[mycats7]

What Do Cats Do When They Want to Mate

Have you ever wondered if your cat wants to get married? Understanding your furry friend’s behavior and taking care of them with the attention they need requires knowing how to recognize when they’re in the mood. Keep in mind that a female cat’s proposal is different from a male cat’s. That’s why we’re going to explore the different characteristics based on gender so that you can better…

[spicyraeman]

"in Crèche k'liir, a formal greeting begins with a bow"

did they make you bow Lae'zel, were you made to grovel?

[sammyche]

favorite carlando videos

[chanrizard]

231021 ⁝⁝ Seoul Special (UNVEIL 13) CIRCUS

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Inspired by this tumblr post by @hawnks 

Subject: JJK, Satoru Gojo

Title: Hate Me Tomorrow (Omega!Gojo x GN Alpha!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Dub con, omega verse, scenting, size difference, biting/marking, obsessive/toxic behavior, self-hatred, knotting, knot riding, begging, heat/mating cycles, grinding 

The sweet, musky scent of Gojo's cologne and sweat enveloped you. Even the giant stuffed beta fish you were snuggling had no scent but his. His pillow fort was surprisingly spacious, granted, Gojo was nearly twice your size so there was a lot of him to fit. But being in here with him was nearly suffocating, and not just because of the light whiffs of omega scent rolling off of him or because he'd practically ripped off your jacket to snuggle into. 

He'd called you suddenly, saying that he needed to spend time with someone. It made sense. Geto just died and there were only so many people who were willing to pick up the phone for Gojo, and even fewer he'd actually call. Especially when it was a secret he was an omega, pretending to be an alpha and you were an alpha pretending to be a beta. 

The two of you were decent friends, hanging out after teaching at Jujutsu Tech for a drink or a quick round of gossip. He was one of the few people who knew you were an alpha and he an omega, an unusual kinship formed but it was never anything more. More importantly, you knew about his relationship with Geto. You couldn't say no. 

Which was why your thigh was snug against his, smartphone balanced on your knee, his favorite plushie shoved into your arms. His head on your shoulder breathes fast but not uneven. It seemed like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. The winter fashion review didn't seem to be helping him calm down at all. Nor any work gossip. You wanted to stay and help, but it was getting late. If he really wanted to, he could just pin you down, sometimes that thought scared you.

Gojo curled onto his side, struggling closer to you, your jacket wrapped in his hands like a security blanket. 

It felt wrong to leave, but you needed to take care of yourself, too. "Hey, bud, I need to get going. Are you going to be alright by yourself?" 

Gojo buried his face in your neck, silent. He leaned his weight into you, just enough to make it clear he didn't want to be alone. 

Fuck. "I'm sorry. I'll come first thing tomorrow. We'll call out from work and go to the city or--" 

His teeth scraped your neck. Possessive, dominant. Alpha behavior. Before you knew what was happening, he was ripping off your scent suppressor, inhaling like he hadn't been breathing for hours. Alpha pheromones leaked from your skin, invading your nose. "Gojo?" 

Your stomach turned as your instincts awakened, the need to comfort an omega struggling with your own needs for autonomy. Your fingers dug into the beta fish plushie, filled with his scent. 

He reached for his own scent blocker and you suddenly realized what was going on. With his neck practically right under your nose, his omega scent was free. And not just that, he was going into heat. The pillow fort was a nest and this was a trap. Gojo was primed to breed and he was going to use you to fuck away his pain. "This isn't healthy, Gojo, listen to me!" 

But his patch was already off and the omega scent of him in your lungs, filling you, lighting every nerve on fire. Your cock swelled under your clothes, reacting to his breedable scent with vigor. 

Gently, Gojo took the plush and pushed you onto your back, yanking off his pants as his pale face filled with color. His bandages were already slipping, the iridescent shine of his six eyes laser-focused on the swelling at your crotch. He crawled on top of you, already tugging off his shirt. "Just for today, please." He panted, his thin but muscular chest heaving as if just sitting here breathing was a near-impossible task. 

His weight lowered onto your cock and you gasped, feeling his wetness through your clothes. His heat was so pleasant, feverish but warm, empty, and yearning. Blood pulsed lower and you gulped. 

Slowly, Gojo rocked back and forth, moaning loudly each time your shaft met his clit. His back arched, nipples swollen and pink, and standing at attention. "Please," he begged. "Just me just for tonight. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please, ah, Y/N. Please, I wanna cum. Let me have it inside me." 

It was getting harder and harder to think straight. He felt so good, the need to fill him up, let him fuck himself stupid on your cock growing. It would be better if you let him, a voice whispered. Another said, it's what you were made for. Just let him. 

"Gojo," you gasped. You reached for him, tried to make him stop so you could think, but his fingers intertwined with yours and he was moving faster now, his breathy moans coming faster. His skin was so soft and warm, filling you with his heat until you thought you might burst. Blood pulsed in your cock, his pussy was sucking at you through your clothing. He wanted you so badly. You wanted... What did you want to do again? You had to leave but why? 

"Y/N, I'm cumming." His hips rocked faster, tummy rolling with downy white hair covered in sparkling slick. "I'm cumming on your alpha cock." He let go of your hands to lay across your stomach, his head buried in your neck to take in your scent, his own making your head spin as pleasure threatened to burst out of your cock. His teeth met your skin, nibbling and biting gently then hard enough to bruise until he let out a long, throaty groan as he came. 

Instantly, your clothes were soaked, his hot slick smothered on your member. If you weren't fully erect before, you were now. 

Still panting, Gojo lifted himself up just enough to tug your cock free from your clothing. He didn't wait, spreading his pussy with his fingers as he sank down on your tip. Slick gushed down your shaft as he cried out, swallowing your swollen head into his heat. You bit back a groan, fingers digging into the blankets making up the fort. 

"You feel so big," Gojo moaned. "So good. I've only done this with Geto, so I'm going to have to start slow." He sank a little further, impossibly tight and hot and wet. "Feels so good," he huffed, rolling his hips and finally, sinking all the way down your shaft.

Your knot throbbed, seeming to sense that an omega was speared on your length. 

Gojo humped himself on your cock, needy moans slipping from his mouth each time his hips met yours. "Feels so good, Y/N. I've only felt Geto like this before." 

Before you could respond he pulled back to his full height, six eyes glowing in the warm darkness of the pillow fort. He spread his lower lips as he lifted himself up, clear slick drooling from his hole. His pretty, pink, clit a shining pearl at the apex of his thighs. "You did this to me. Look how wet you made me." Slowly, Gojo slid back down, pushing the head of your cock against his cervix. Again, he kept himself exposed and rose up, only to slurp your length right back down to the knot, aiming this time higher, into something spongy and mouth-wateringly soft.

"G-Gojo, I know you miss him but you can't--" 

He raised himself up and dropped down, knocking a groan from you both. "I think about him a lot," Gojo panted. "About how empty he left me. In my soul. In my body. So please, let me fix one of those. Just for now. It's okay if you hate me, but I need you now more than I've needed anyone." 

Gojo whined, flushed and excited. "Right there." He slammed back down on you with a stomach-churning squelch right into that soft sweet spot. "So good." He was riding you now, using you like a dildo to get himself off, his delicate fingers rolling his clit in circles. You couldn't take your eyes off him. "I want you to cum inside me, okay? Fill me up with your seed. Help me feel less empty." 

Pleasure gathered deep inside you, begging to come out as your knot swelled. Shit. You shouldn't. He was your coworker, your friend. But omegas needed alpha seed, he needed reprieve from his heat and you were the only one he could call--because the person he really wanted was dead. 

That thought shattered your high, grounding you back in the moment. "Gojo, I know you're still mourning Geto, but this isn't healthy for you." 

Gojo settled on your stomach, chest heaving. His hands snuck under your shirt, impossibly soft and warm in your skin. Your cock twitched inside him, wanting him to squeeze and milk you dry but that wasn't what a good friend would let him do. 

"I killed him, you know." His hands curled into fists by your hips. "He left me after taking my virginity and when he came back, I killed him on Christmas Eve because he didn't give me another choice. I'm awful, aren't I? Shoko hates me. She won't say it but I know she does. I hate me, too." The blue of his eyes shone as tears gathered, threatening to fall down his red flushed cheeks. 

"Shoko doesn't hate you." You said soothingly. You sat up, so much smaller than him, and ran your hands through his hair. "It was an impossible situation, we all think you did the right thing. We--" 

He didn't let you finish your thought. Gojo grabbed you by your shirt and slammed his mouth onto yours, his tongue filling you as if he could make you swallow every hateful thing he'd ever thought about himself. "If you don't hate me," he breathed against your lips, his spit wet and warm as it dribbled down your chin, "then cum inside me." He rolled his hips, reigniting the electric pleasure in your core. "Please. You can hate me tomorrow, but right now, I can't let you go." 

The pulsing softness of his pussy contracted, squeezing you so tightly you thought you might burst. You gasped for breath when Gojo released you and then did it again. You wanted to move. You wanted to stop. You wanted... 

Gojo pulled down the front of your shirt, rolling his hips roughly, chasing his end against your cock. He bit your chest, hard enough to bruise, marking you like an alpha. And that was enough to come undone. 

You exploded inside of him, eyes rolling back as your core emptied against his sweet spot. Your hips rolled up into his and you shivered as you felt your knot pop into his pussy, slick sliding down your thighs and onto the blankets. 

You struggled to breathe as Gojo laid himself on top of you, breathing fast. He rocked his hips against your knot, already trying to drag another orgasm out of himself. His arms slid under your back, pulling your chest to his. "You're all I have now, Y/N," he whispered, "so please, don't leave.”

[daevastanner]

Hi. Reminder that canonically Azriel’s siphons flash and he stutters (for the first time in the whole series) when it’s mentioned Gwyn is in danger ✌️ — And this is his reaction when just a few months ago he didn’t consider Gwyn a friend 😏

[jaubaius]

Looks like kind of that 90s hip hop video vibe.

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[witchofthesouls]

I've had prime predacons on the brain, do they have mating habits? Do they lay eggs? Since predaking is the leader of the last 3 predacons does that mean he gets first dibs if a lady dragon/predacon shows up or would it be a battle of suitors? Do predacons make good parents even with the fact they're technically clones and only have vague genetic memories of their culture to pass on?

I got sooooooo many thoughts about Predacons and their influence on Cybertron's modern-day frame-schematics, especially with that throw-away line about Seekers. Like I'm running away with it~!! 🏃‍♀️

Seekerkin can trace their frame and coding quirks back to the Predacon species that delved into the Rust Sea. Unlike their exclusive land and air kith, the sea hunters were able to escape the catastrophic radiation by diving down into the depths.

These particular subspecies of Predacon passed many traits to their descendants, including but not limited to: the sexual dimorphism of larger, powerful femmes to agile, brightly-colored mechs, the trine-protocols and flocking mechanisms, multiples in carriage, prey-drives, and superior senses akin to beastformers and mechanimals.

The Wilder tribes still use vocalizations and have behaviors that can be traced back to their ancient kin and kith via oral traditions from Keepers. This leads to a lot of tension with the Seekerkin city-states that try to erase and rewrite the history of their frames.

While Vos is framed for their trine-protocols and being a strange breed of aerials onto itself, Praxus refined the hunting tactics and flocking behavior, and Polyhex's wetlands and underground labyrinths kept polished the traits that made them formidable sea predators.

The Predacons eschewed Prima's Call and his Guiding Hand for the established city-states to remain in the Wilds. Capable of speech and sharp intelligence, Predaking's kith were the apex predators of the sky, hunting down others for food, and were terrors to the young mecha prior to T-cogs.

This is due to claims of superiority. Unlike the other frames, they didn't require the immediate protection of the Primes. On top of their massive size and strength, flight and fire capabilities, advanced nanite colonies, thick armor, and heightened senses, the Predacons have a very unique quirk: collective unconscious.

Predacons are proud of their closeness to nature and beastly frames. In their opinion, they are the second closest to Primus, outside of the Thirteen, because of it. "A gift," they decree, by the Creator to give them such wild frames suited to the planet with the capabilities to shape it.

In the oral traditions of the Wilders, it's said some of their ancient kith could bend "cold fire" aka lightning. And that's why certain landmarks in the Wastelands still stand in defiance of Time and Prima's "Forceful" Hand. It was also said that they often crossed with "the Shadow of the Light" and the "Lord of Beasts."

Out of all the Primes, they respect the inescapable strength and spirit of Megatronus, Solus' forging and might, and Onyx for his understanding of their kind as he, too, ventured to the edges of extremes. "Lord of Beasts," indeed. They are creatures suited to an untamed Cybertron.

The social structures of the land hunters are very loose and minimal. Adults are mainly solitary creatures with exceptions to mating season, child-rearing, and seasonal gatherings to collectively mine volcanoes for minerals and guide massive storms to ignite new Energon nodes- preparations for the lean portion of the vorn.

The sea hunters are smaller and slimmer than their land-counterparts, so they have strong social ties of multiple generations to maximize the survival of their young, resource efficiency, and hunting tactics.

The mating behaviors of Predacons differ by their type, but there are similarities. Do they do not feel shame over cycles; heats and ruts are simply a fact of life. Much like beastformers, Predacons have reproductive heats.

There's courting gifts of fresh kills, raw ores, and chunks of minerals as well as showing off skills.

If there's an uncourted or unclaimed female in heat, then a Dance or a Mating Hunt will occur after competition has been bullied to back down. Females in heat are highly temperamental and incredibly aggressive, so those who wish to remain single and unmated would either cripple or kill persistent hunters.

Among the sea hunters, males show off their bright colors and hues to demonstrate health and virility as well as attempt to groom or nuzzle a female of a different pod/flock. It's common for a binary or triad of males to mate-nap a female from elsewhere: proving their tactics against her and her extended kin.

Whereas the males of the land hunters will show off strength by battling other males in the vicinity to prove their worthiness among his nearby neighbors before battling her for breeding rights.

If a female Predacon (or Seekerkin) was discovered, then Predaking would bully the other males to establish dominance before stepping up to plate to fight her.

Child-rearing is a shared responsibility. Nest building and bulking it with supplies. Keeping out intruders since baby Predacons cannot properly fly until they reach near mechling stage (adolescence).

Males can't produce sparkling-grade, so females are stuck in the nest until the newsparks gain their sight and actually climb out.

Mechs do help with a special tank in their frames that reguitates a melted slag of nutrients that helps boost the newsparks' systems.

Once the sparklings can eat more solid, the sire and carrier will take turns hunting and caring the nest.

Sea hunters have an easier time as child-rearing is more communal. Newsparks and sparklings are defended and supported by well-established adults guarding the shallow nursery reef, while hunters support the pod with an influx of food.

[youryurigoddess]

The angelic (and, by extension, demonic) mating behavior doesn’t differ that much from the intricate courtship displays performed by birds.

[chilirasbora]

Harbor seal | Phoca vitulina

Gray seal | Halichoerus grypus

Spotted seal | Phoca largha

What do all of these seals have in common? Homosexuality has been observed in all three species! Happy pride!

🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍🌈

[cnestus]

[frank zappa voice] whoa, we're so woolen below have you seen us Scaptolenus we're click beetles but we're setose (yes we are) the males swarm when it rains in meadows pleocomid ass pet loves to fuck when its wet females stay in their nice dirt burrows (dirt burrows)

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[romanticatheartt]

You know what's so funny to me? The amount of times I've mistaken E/riel art with Feysand...

Idc what people ship. They have the right to ship any characters with each other and I wouldn't bat an eye because its not my business but drawing Elain with Feyre's light blue starfall dress and Azriel in all black and blue glitter on their face?... Or Elain in CoN style dress with a crown and Azriel in a suit?

Yeah I don't care what you draw AT ALL but it all proves to me that you don't want anything unique with your ship...

Or you don't care about the description of the characters in the book and we're the one who get accused of character assassination. Interesting.

Honestly asking, don't you want something unique for your ship?

I was on Pinterest and I got so happy to see a new Feysand art just to realize its not them. And it took me 10 seconds to realise it because it was THAT similar.

I'm saying this again because I don't want to deal with people who says "people are entitled to draw anything they want" and you're right!! But it just very VERY telling...

I suppose its not your fault really... because Azriel is really a rough draft of Rhysand with all the shadows, which also Rhys has. Or how Feyre was bride of spring and bla bla bla

Like it's not your fault the aesthetic is there (kinda?) But I don't think sjm will do another ship with the same aesthetic just saying...

[bright-side20]

True Mates 🌸🗡️

"It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates—the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates."

The fact that Ruhn confirmed that Bryce and Hunt are true mates is based on how Hunt acts protective when Bryce is in danger!

_The Acting protective is one of the major hints of the mating bond, and that's how Sarah wrote the rescuing scene for Elain:

Azriel was the one who noticed Elain's absence.

He raged upon discovering she was lured by the Cauldron.

He didn't care that he might die while saving her.

He cradled her, even though he was severely injured.

He didn't care about his own injuries; instead, he wanted the chains off her.

In Silver flame the scene was mentioned many times which means it is important.

And because being protective is a major mate behavior, if Sarah wanted to hint at Az being Gwyn's mate, he would've reacted to Gwyn , just like Cass did when Nesta was taken to the blood rite. No, it doesn't matter that she's trained; being protective is a mate instinct, something he can't control, especially if she's in danger. Instead, Sarah wrote him trying to suppress his anger when he knew Elain and Nesta had a fight. His shadows wanted to attack Nesta when she hurt Elain. He didn't want her to be exposed to the danger of the dread troves, he made sure she's safe and wouldn't be kidnapped again.

As for the scent, the mating bond doesn't have a specific smell. It's just that after accepting the bond or choosing each other, as in the case of Bryce and Hunt, and then having sex, their scents merge, as Ruhn said, and as explained by Feyre when she returned to the Spring Court. They could smell Rhys's scent on her, they thought it would fade over time, it did not because it's the mating bond. So, Az being able to smell the mating bond in Lucien's presence is actually odd.

_Till now all mate like behaviors were shown between Az and Elain:

Being into each other, wanting to spend time with each other.

Discovering that she's a seer, described as a bridge between souls (which was supposed to be done by her mate).

Acting protective.

Having a high sexual attraction.

Az is an old Fae. He won't question the Cauldron, in which 'the world was born,' just because of 'lust.' I think he is aware that he has been experiencing mate-like behaviors towards Elain. After all the bond rejection mess, choosing each other, and the triumph of love, they might discover that they are ✨true mates✨.

People who compare them to Tamlin and Feyre, please, there are no similarities. Az won't keep Elain from helping the Night Court, from using her powers if she wants to. He gave her access to her seer power, he gave her his sacred dagger...

[is-the-bug-video-cute]

Maybe I've just had my nose buried in the books for too long, but something about this is hilarious to me. Scientists put 16 males together, told them a female was nearby, and the males got so excited in their search for females that they tried to mate with each other, except they were all too excited to even stand still long enough to attempt copulation