We have the pregnancy and pregnant smut meme, but this meme is for the act of impregnation, which is a kink in and of itself, especially when lots of focus is given to in through narration and dialogue. And of course it's a versatile kink, lending itself well to consensual, vanilla, non-con, and many many other things. And there's mpreg, too!
Let's cut to the chase: this is a meme about impregnation, whether it's the doing or the getting. There are prompts for all tastes, even those who just enjoy the idea and not the reality.
HOW?
* Comment with your character, preferences, and anything else. Also include if you want your character to be doing the impregnating or want to be the one impregnated. * Remember, this meme is focused on impregnation. Play the act itself up! * Obviously this meme allows for mpreg and f/f preg too. * Comment to others. * Be respectful of others.
WHY
1. Consensual. You and your lover think it's time to start a family. 2. Risk. You don't necessarily want to get pregnant, but the risk is hot as hell. 3. Ownership. You want to get somebody pregnant up because you think that will make them yours. Or you're trying to get knocked up to keep them here. 4. Forced Breeding. Like the stables meme, or something involving the government. 5. Continuing the Line. You need an heir. Simple as that. 6. Accidental. It's either the heat of the moment or you're inexperienced, but this isn't planned through. 7. Humiliation.You're impregnating someone to humiliate them. 8. Interspecies. The two of you are making a child born from the union of two different species. 9. Lovesick. This pregnancy is an expression of your love. 10. Expected. Everyone expects you to have a baby, so you decide to do so. 11. As a Favor. Your friend wants a baby, so you'll act as a surrogate 12. Roleplay. You're just using the idea of pregnancy up as an exciting aide. There's no actual risk here, but you have all the trimmings. 13. WILDCARD.
Look, I'm really asking this as a favor, all right?
[She is pacing back and forth and almost wants to pause. Steph didn't think this all the way through. The woman that wanted the picket fence went down in the ice, that much was true. But still. There was a part of her that wanted something like this. She shakes her head]
You know what? I don't know why I asked. I can probably just go do this on my own.
[OOC: I can go off the prompt you posted no problem! I'll start right here:]
[Tonraq raises an eyebrow at Steph's request. It's certainly - unusual, he'll give it that.]
-but I haven't even given you a proper response yet.
[And he's not the most scientifically literate guy, but as far as he knows she'd have an exceptionally difficult time without at least someone as a donor.]
[She looks at him. The clinic promised the utmost amount of privacy and
secrecy. Steph had almost signed in with her mother's maiden name. But she
figured that her name was common enough that it could be any Stephanie
Rogers.]
[Steph motions for him to follow her into her sparse bedroom. She hasn't
spent a lot of time there, which is shown in how neat everything still was.
She's not nervous. She's not.]
[Tonraq is nothing but gentle in how he takes Steph's face in his hands and leans in to press his lips to hers. It's the perfect balance - gentle enough that she can push him away if she's having second thoughts, yet passionate enough to hopefully melt away any lingering nerves she might have.]
[Her first instinct was to throw the man and nail him down with a solid
right hook for kissing her like that. But then she remembered what she had
asked him to come here for. He had come highly recommended and Steph lets
herself ease into the kiss, kissing him back tentatively. It hadn't been
her first kiss since 1945 but it certainly was her first passionate kiss
since then.]
[He maintains the kiss for a little longer, letting her enjoy it and conquer her nerves before pulling back, stroking her back with his strong hands as he evaluates her reaction.]
[Steph kisses him back and follows his lead onto the bed. She's getting
used to his presence and knows that she needs to relax a little more in
order for her to enjoy it and for her body to take what he had to offer.]
[He gently lays her back on the bed, straddling her as he kisses her one more time before pulling back.]
Here.
[He's stripping out of his top, his hands remarkably calm as he unbuttons it and tosses it to the side before he goes to work on Steph's top. His physique can best be described as something akin to a solid wall of muscle - he's about as big and defined as a man his size can get naturally.]
[She nudges his hands out of the way before reaching for the hem of her
t-shirt and pulling it up and off. Steph looks up at him a little bashfully
before reaches for the front clasp to her bra and pressing the button to
release. She reaches, not able to help herself, and touches the wall of raw
muscle before her.]
Pietro had struggled with life back with the Avengers and after the kidnapping. He had gotten a small condo for the two of them so long as he continued to work for the Avengers. With Wanda on board it was easier to work beside the man who nearly killed them as children, but with his own on the way, he had to put that grudge away. His entire world had changed and he believed for the better. Things had gotten difficult when bringing Lydia into the picture with his twin sister around, but he did his best to keep the peace.
Arriving home after a day of training, Pietro called out for the mother of his child as he entered the home. His shoes were wearing thin from his speed and he made a mental note to ask for new ones, but for now he kicked them off and headed towards the kitchen.
None of this feels like it's happening the way it's "supposed" to happen. Lydia always pictured pregnancy happening when she was in her late twenties, after earning her doctorates in biomedical and biochemical engineering. She'd be married and living in a nice house in a quiet little suburb without all the crazy that came with Beacon Hills.
...that's not how it is. But it's still good. She still has the glow she always imagined. She's still thin and pretty with the exception of the fact that her breasts are growing and her baby bump with it. Interestingly enough, she actually really loves her new shape. It makes her feel more feminine and even though she's gaining weight, it seems to settle in all the right places. Things aren't unfolding they way she always pictured they would...but Lydia's happy, anyway.
She's taken to independent study through online courses just to keep her mind fresh. She might never have a chance to earn herself the doctorate, but she can still get herself a Bachelor's if she keeps working at it, plunking away with what classes she can manage when she has the time. So she's in their bedroom with the door open, her laptop on a little pillow-slash-tray, her back propped up with pillows as she's reading the lecture for the day's assignment when she hears Pietro call out for her.
"In the bedroom," she calls back, re-reading the last sentence and then making a highlight on her Word document of notes before saving her changes and pushing the laptop closed. Her hand moves off the computer and gets to her feet, a hand resting over her protruding stomach as she makes her way out of the room and through their modest condo until she finds him in the kitchen. "Don't eat too much, I'm making dinner in an hour," she warns before approaching him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was your day?"
Pietro could have rushed to her, but he was careful now that she was with their child. Even though he could control himself, he knew his speed could so easily throw her off and cause an accident, so he would move slowly in the condo. Turning when she entered the room, he couldn't keep the smile from his lips, like someone had brightened his entire day.
Pietro returns the kiss, "Went by too slow." Which was a normal comment and complaint from him. "I just wanted to come back and see you- which, ah- I supposed I could have slipped away for a quickie- no one would've noticed." Which wouldn't have been completely true- someone would have noticed, but he could have done it.
"How was yours?" His hands easily slid over her expanding torso, feeling for his child, silently hoping he was quick like his father. "Did you do your class?"
Lydia smiled, unable to hold back the soft chuckle that came with his repetitive answer. "You always say that," she pointed out. "...and it's always true," she answered for him, having gotten used to their typical back and forth and knowing what he would say in response. Her eyebrows lifted at the mention of a quickie and she grinned. Lydia loved the fact that Pietro still seemed to be so attracted to her in spite of her growing midsection, which sometimes had her looking in the mirror and feeling proud...and other times looking in the mirror and wanting to cry at her perfect figure being ruined. "I feel like someone might have noticed, sweetie," she said gently, "but it's the thought that counts." She gave Pietro another little kiss as he moved his hands over the bump where their baby was growing.
"Long," she admitted. It got lonely in the apartment without him and when Lydia felt particularly lonely, it was a lot more difficult to concentrate on her studies than she would like to admit, sometimes, especially to herself. "But not bad. I just finished it as you were walking in the door, though, yeah."
One of her hands moved to the side of his face and she smiled gently up at him. "What do you think you want for dinner tonight? How hungry are you?"
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Liling 'Lily' Yang | World of Darkness OC | M/F
Steph Rogers - 63!Captain America - OTA
[She is pacing back and forth and almost wants to pause. Steph didn't think this all the way through. The woman that wanted the picket fence went down in the ice, that much was true. But still. There was a part of her that wanted something like this. She shakes her head]
You know what? I don't know why I asked. I can probably just go do this on my own.
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[Tonraq raises an eyebrow at Steph's request. It's certainly - unusual, he'll give it that.]
-but I haven't even given you a proper response yet.
[And he's not the most scientifically literate guy, but as far as he knows she'd have an exceptionally difficult time without at least someone as a donor.]
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[She looks at him. The clinic promised the utmost amount of privacy and secrecy. Steph had almost signed in with her mother's maiden name. But she figured that her name was common enough that it could be any Stephanie Rogers.]
What's your answer, then?
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I'll do it. -but I'd like to be able to visit them, if that's agreeable to you.
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You'll do it?
[She's surprised at that.]
Yeah, of course you can visit them.
[She wasn't expecting him to say yes. Steph looks relieved at that but nervous as well.]
So, how are we going to do this?
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[He's just saying.]
What positions do you usually favor?
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Positions?
[She's not familiar with that. Oh. oh. He was ready to do it the old fashioned way. With--Steph clears her throat.]
No, we should just...move this somewhere private, maybe?
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[He stands and nods to her in deference.]
I'll follow your lead.
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[Steph motions for him to follow her into her sparse bedroom. She hasn't spent a lot of time there, which is shown in how neat everything still was. She's not nervous. She's not.]
So uh...
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[Her first instinct was to throw the man and nail him down with a solid right hook for kissing her like that. But then she remembered what she had asked him to come here for. He had come highly recommended and Steph lets herself ease into the kiss, kissing him back tentatively. It hadn't been her first kiss since 1945 but it certainly was her first passionate kiss since then.]
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How are you feeling?
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[When he pulls away, Steph opens her eyes]
Nervous.
[But she's not going to pull away. She's not going to run away from this.]
I uh...well I didn't do this. I haven't done this. Yet.
[War was kind of going on.]
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[He decides to play it safe, leaning in close for another kiss.]
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[She meets his kiss and kisses back, pulling him closer. When they break for air, she asks]
This is your first time?
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[He leaves it at that as he kisses her again, gently pulling her towards the bed.]
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[Steph kisses him back and follows his lead onto the bed. She's getting used to his presence and knows that she needs to relax a little more in order for her to enjoy it and for her body to take what he had to offer.]
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Here.
[He's stripping out of his top, his hands remarkably calm as he unbuttons it and tosses it to the side before he goes to work on Steph's top. His physique can best be described as something akin to a solid wall of muscle - he's about as big and defined as a man his size can get naturally.]
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[She nudges his hands out of the way before reaching for the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it up and off. Steph looks up at him a little bashfully before reaches for the front clasp to her bra and pressing the button to release. She reaches, not able to help herself, and touches the wall of raw muscle before her.]
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[It's that smirk that pulls her out of her fascination and Steph is ready to kick him out for it]
Seems like you like what you're feeling up.
lydia martin ♥ teen wolf ♥ ota
eta: character is 18 in canon, but can be aged up if necessary.)
♥
Arriving home after a day of training, Pietro called out for the mother of his child as he entered the home. His shoes were wearing thin from his speed and he made a mental note to ask for new ones, but for now he kicked them off and headed towards the kitchen.
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...that's not how it is. But it's still good. She still has the glow she always imagined. She's still thin and pretty with the exception of the fact that her breasts are growing and her baby bump with it. Interestingly enough, she actually really loves her new shape. It makes her feel more feminine and even though she's gaining weight, it seems to settle in all the right places. Things aren't unfolding they way she always pictured they would...but Lydia's happy, anyway.
She's taken to independent study through online courses just to keep her mind fresh. She might never have a chance to earn herself the doctorate, but she can still get herself a Bachelor's if she keeps working at it, plunking away with what classes she can manage when she has the time. So she's in their bedroom with the door open, her laptop on a little pillow-slash-tray, her back propped up with pillows as she's reading the lecture for the day's assignment when she hears Pietro call out for her.
"In the bedroom," she calls back, re-reading the last sentence and then making a highlight on her Word document of notes before saving her changes and pushing the laptop closed. Her hand moves off the computer and gets to her feet, a hand resting over her protruding stomach as she makes her way out of the room and through their modest condo until she finds him in the kitchen. "Don't eat too much, I'm making dinner in an hour," she warns before approaching him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was your day?"
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Pietro returns the kiss, "Went by too slow." Which was a normal comment and complaint from him. "I just wanted to come back and see you- which, ah- I supposed I could have slipped away for a quickie- no one would've noticed." Which wouldn't have been completely true- someone would have noticed, but he could have done it.
"How was yours?" His hands easily slid over her expanding torso, feeling for his child, silently hoping he was quick like his father. "Did you do your class?"
no subject
"Long," she admitted. It got lonely in the apartment without him and when Lydia felt particularly lonely, it was a lot more difficult to concentrate on her studies than she would like to admit, sometimes, especially to herself. "But not bad. I just finished it as you were walking in the door, though, yeah."
One of her hands moved to the side of his face and she smiled gently up at him. "What do you think you want for dinner tonight? How hungry are you?"
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