Breeding

[kinking]

Breeding.

It's just like nature intended. яυℓєѕ Comment with your character, preferences, and the like. You'll probably want to include just what you're comfortable with, because this meme will have some out-there choices. Also, feel free to assume any amount of aphrodisiacs as needed. There's a proper option for that, but you can combine it with any others for ease of play. Speaking of, you'll most likely want to mention if you're cool with assumed CR and AUs. WITH THAT SAID. Reply to others. RNG. You know the drill. ρяσмρтѕ Societal: The culture you grew up in forces you to breed in order to keep society going. Understandable, isn't it? There may be freedom to choose who you'd like to be with, as long as you get it done, or your partner Station: As a royal or equally important person, you have an obligation to produce an heir. Heat: Going through cycles is normal for your kind, yet this is the first time you've actually had the urge to full-on procreate. Aphrodisiac: You're so pushed full of juice you can't think straight, but you do know there's one thing you want to do. Drugged: As in the above, you're out of it - this time, even more so. What you want to do isn't an issue. Confined: More like the breeding stable concept, where characters are imprisoned and forced to mate through that way. Feral: You've been driven to the edge, like an animal in rut. You have no other instincts but to fuck, fuck, fuck. Last of Your Kind: The two of you must reestablish your race, no matter what. Last of Your Gender: You're valuable because of your ability to give or carry life, and you're the only one. Has to Be You: You're the one destined to bring about one special offspring, for good or for ill. Garner Sympathy: Remember that moment in Catching Fire where Peeta tells everyone Katniss is pregnant? Being pregnant or appearing to be so would be quite advantageous to you two right now. Moving Too Fast: You're attracted to each other, and maybe there's a little something more, but all of that's put on high octane when you're thrown into the fire and have to perform. Better Me than Anyone Else: Whether your love is platonic or romantic, you figure it's better that it's you they're mating with instead of someone who'd be cruel or cold to them. Hate You: The person you despise more than anyone else...is the one you have to breed with? Some would call that a cosmic joke. What Won't Kill Them: If you breed with them, you'll hurt them, but if you don't, both of you will die. Pressured: Everyone around you is telling you that you need a baby, that your relationship isn't complete without one. One-Sided: They'll love you if you give them something that's a part of you. Humiliation: In your eyes, seeing them parenting/carrying your child is an ultimate blow to their ego. Modification (aka the MPREG option): You can't carry a child, at least not without some "fixing." Sudden: Quick! Something's burst through your door and is making you mate under fear of death. You'd better hope there's someone suitable nearby... Marriage: In order for others to consider the marriage consummated, you need proof. Mechanical: Robotics and machines will help in the process, making breeding much more efficient. Scientific: Men and women in white coats are the order of the day, and they have a vested interest in seeing you breed...or how you respond to the threat of breeding. Create an Army: You're particularly strong or talented, and important people want your offspring to mold to their desires. Never See: Any child the two of you birth will be taken away as soon as it comes into this world. What's the point? Cross-Bred: You two are not of the same species, but there are people or forces who would love to see what would come from your union. Unusual Pregnancy: Did you expect it would be a normal human pregnancy? If one of you isn't human, that would be impossible! Nine months may be far too long of a gestation period, and you can't exactly feel something like, say, eggs kicking. Love 'Em and Leave 'Em: In this world, breeding is like an assembly line. You just do your duty and move on. Mates for Life: ...in contrast to the above, when you breed in this world, you're bound together for the rest of your days. The Deed is Done: They're already good and pregnant, but you are required to continually mark your claim. Tragic Ends: Did you really believe that you'd survive if you went through with breeding? Your performance and hesitation was noted, as was your rebellious spirit. You're less of an asset and more of a liability, so your life is forfeit. Happy End: Actually, it all worked out for you! You were lonely before or constantly in danger, and now, you're safe and have a companion - and maybe even a family! WILDCARD

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Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

[summerorange]

((Definitely looking for consensual and dub-con scenarios.

Regarding prompts: No on 25, 28 and 31; Ask Me First regarding 14, 17, 18, and 24. Open to everything else; let's mix things up!))

Alistair Theirin | Dragon Age | OTA

[ex_elfblooded446]

Kiriko Shijima - Kamen Rider Drive - Open to Anyone

[drivesshotgun]

((Definitely looking for consensual and dub-con scenarios.

Regarding prompts: No on 25, 28 and 31; Ask Me First regarding 14, 17, 18, and 24. Open to everything else; let's mix things up!))

Sarkan | Uprooted | OTA

[smok]

Davy Jones ♆ OC ♆ OTA

[dweomer]

( Info. )

Clint Barton ♐ Marvel Comics ♐ OTA

[snapcrackshot]

Avery Garrett | OC | OTA

[saetta]

( Info. )

Moses Sandor | Tales of Legendia | M/M

[outlawrain]

[OTA!]

Dick Grayson | DCnU | OTA

[tsuchigumo]

( Pre-Convergence for canonmates; no Midnighters, please. )

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - Open to Anyone

[lunchleader]

((Definitely looking for consensual and dub-con scenarios. Especially open to mpreg/alternate forms of breeding.

Regarding prompts: No on 25, 28 and 31; Ask Me First regarding 14, 17, 18, and 24. Open to everything else; let's mix things up!))

Peter Parker | Amazing Spiderman | OTA

[spideyguy]

[punybanner]

[Hey hey hey :D Interested in something with Bruce? Let me know if you have any preferences!]

[spideyguy]

[Sure, I'd love to! No real preferences, I'm down for pretty much whatever~ ]

[punybanner]

[Awesome! Maybe we could do an ABO type thing, maybe where Peter is the omega going into heat [maybe one of his first?] and alpha!Bruce helps him out, with either intended or unintended consequences?]

makoto majima ( ikebukuro west gate park ) ota

[kusai]

[ kink list here, and i'm willing to do m-preg for this one if ever. makoto having female genitals in some magick-y sort of way is also possible if you'd like!

all species and cross-media/canon is awesome. make him come inside you to oblivion or do the opposite--it's all good here! ]

Potemkin | Guilty Gear

[dreadnaughtfist]

[Into mpreg with Potemkin, for any of the prompts.]

Izumo Kamiki | Blue Exorcist | F/M

[lackoftrust]

[Consensual, dub-con and non-con are all fine. PM with any questions.]

[cuethemasong]

[Would you be interested in 23 mixed with 4?]

[lackoftrust]

[Goodness knows white lab coats are her favorite things in this world. I'm totally up for that, it sounds like a nice combination!]

Brock Rumlow | MCU

[infligere]

[All prompts okay. Civil War spoilers okay.]

[mavros_shahrizai]

[Haven't seen Civil War yet. Mavros here is from a fantasy France AU but I'm just gonna make this into a general dystopia AU. Dub-con and non-con assumed.]

The war hadn't gone well for the D'Angelines. When it was over, most of them had been captured and enslaved. Breeding stock, for as pretty as they were. Or pleasure slaves.

Mavros supposed he'd been lucky, as far as things went. He hadn't been touched yet, though the threat of that was ever present. He was being saved for someone, either through rank, money, or just because they were lucky or clever enough to net a D'Angeline slave.

Lovely and dark-haired, with deep blue eyes that sparkled with impish rebellion even now, Mavros was pushed into the little reception room where he would meet his new owner. His hands had been chained in front of him, and he'd been stripped and bathed--they'd been unpleasantly thorough about that. Habitually, he scanned the room for exits or weapons, and found none that he could use.

[infligere]

[Sorry for the delay... on vacation :3 I'll keep spoilers to myself, not that they apply here at all.]

War made victims and victims made for good fodder. There was plenty to go around for those willing to take it, though he personally found it distasteful to be peddling human flesh like it was going out of style. There were certain markets that thrived in war, and some of the real pretty ones were at least nice to look at when he was forced to attend the parties. War heroes had to do that; killing made people fear and appreciate him, though he always preferred the grit of the dirt under his boots compared to the well waxed floors.

Of course, being a soldier made him, at times, a pawns for the whims of the leaders who also gave him orders on who to fall. Apparently he was to breed, to pass his bloodline on in hopes of producing another vicious little mite like him. They had someone special for him, a real fighter whose rebellious spirit was thriving; they thought he would only be interested if he had to fight for it.

Well, they were right, which made him curious as he was shown to the quarters reserved for him and the little slave. Breeding bitch or something like that... probably high quality; he didn't care because he didn't plan on being around long enough to do more than was ordered, maybe shed a little blood while he was at it. So he was a little rough on his toys; they survived.

Rumlow stepped in through the 'master's' entrance at the back of the room, having passed through ornate hallways and back passages to arrive here. He too looked around the room for weapons and exits before he allowed his eyes to lazily draw over the whelp that was apparently his for a good time. He clucked his tongue almost disapprovingly.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I've seen more hips on a chicken," he remarked and snapped the door shut, flipping the lock. "While I don't care about your name, I assume you have one. Give it to me or I'll make up something unpleasant for you." He prowled closer, looking the whelp over.

[punybanner]

[I went for a more angsty plot, hope that's okay! Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted to go with Alpha/Omega stuff or something else, so I kept it vague for now.]

When he'd been contacted about a private meeting to discuss SHIELD business, Bruce had been a little surprised - but only a little. It wasn't like they hadn't had similar meetings before, after all; he was a valuable asset and a dangerous liability, both of which required a relatively frequent check-up schedule. As much as Bruce chafed under it he understood why it had to happen. He was technically a fugitive, after all; it was only because of SHIELD's pull with the government that he was walking around freely.

The meeting was a sham. He realized it too late; the guards were always there, just in case, and the scientists and administrative staff were familiar to him. But when they'd jabbed him in the neck and pumped him full of tranquilizers it became clear that this wasn't SHIELD. Just before he blacked out he could hear words drifting through the air, words he'd seen written but never experienced verbally:

"Hail Hydra."

When he awoke he was in a dark, windowless room, likely underground, with the sounds of dripping pipes echoing off the walls. He felt groggy from the tranquilizers, but ignored it and did his best to stand. A quick survey of the room revealed that it was small, damp, and contained little more than a bed and a sink. The bed was larger than seemed appropriate, though, as if it was built for two people rather than one.

Ignoring the panic rising in his throat, Bruce mustered his courage and was about to call out - but at that moment the door to the room opened, revealing a face he would soon come to fear with all his being.

gdi i tl;dr again ._.

[infligere]

[Yeah, we can go with the alpha/omega dynamics. That tends to make life easier, though I doubt gamma radiation exposure is going to be doing anyone favours when it comes to producing any viable ._.;;;]

It hadn't been easy, apparently. The whole fact that they had to not only devise a drug that worked long enough on Banner to drop the guy without it also involving dropping massive amounts of concrete on the guy to keep him down was not the most impossible part, though it was a close thing. As far as he had been told, the hard part was keeping Banner in one place without Hulking out and destroying them all. Thunderbolt Ross had had an idea, but it was dropped since Banner hadn't been dropped in the first place long enough to apply the theory.

This was a test of sorts, trying out not only the drugs (which worked better than expected for only a shorter time than hoped), but it was also the first attempt to confine. Banner worked like an angrier, more metabolic super-soldier, which meant that the drug cocktails to suppress that jolly green giant were at such levels that the scientists applying the specialized collar and wrist shackles had to wear three layers of impermeable gloves just to make certain they didn't just kick the bucket. The corded material was made of some alien shit that was flexible but rigid, but it had to be applied tight enough for overall skin contact so the drugs could have a constant effect on Banner's systems.

There was a theory that the only real way to stop the unstoppable was a bond bite. It sounded like a tragedy waiting to happen, but Rumlow had managed to draw short straw out of the alphas hand picked with the merit, the value and the cockroach-like survival nature to possibly not get crushed to death in an attempt to achieve all these wonderful theories.

Someone was bound to lose a hand or worse. Still, orders were orders, and he personally found Banner fascinating. A guy can turn into a literal giant green rage monster, was hunted by the United States government as property, but who happened to have the rare and unfortunate classification as 'omega'. It was almost laughable, and yet, no one in the world had achieved a bond, not even all the old gang and love interests.

HYDRA liked collecting weapons of mass destruction. Rumlow liked taming them. Banner wouldn't be his first rodeo, but it would be one of the most dangerous. If the collar and drugs didn't hold well... he was going to be a smear on the wall. Whatever, he'd been living that fine line for too many years to let it stop him now.

Brock Rumlow nodded at the guard to open the locks and swing the door open, clad in little more than black training fatigues and a tight fitting shirt, though all of his associations with HYDRA or SHIELD had been removed. He wore a belt around his waist but the buckle hung open, so that he jingled when he walked, casual and careless and yet, his scent preceded him. He swaggered into the room and stared at Banner, the corner of his lip rising in a confident smirk. The smell in this room was positively strange; he hadn't been around any male omegas before. Their scent was different, more musky but just as alluring.

"Morning, sunshine," he said, his voice rough with confidence. "Hospitality in this dump sucks, but if you break it, you buy it." It was an old bomb shelter deep in the ground; he hoped it survived. "Nice digs.. they fit well?"

Bucky Barnes << MCU

[missionreport]

[pre or post civil war okay. no pregnancy]