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.
[She laughs softly, an easy grin that curls across her mouth. It's part of it, admittedly. Because he is charming, that warmth to his eyes, even if she enjoys teasing him. He's a good part of what keeps her here, if she's honest.]
Mm, Archery looks good on you, what can I say?
[She half teases, with a slight smirk on her mouth as fingertips feathered against his skin. She notices the hint of color, even in the low light, but she doesn't comment on it, just smiles a little brighter. She shakes his head at his question.]
Nothing that will stick. Mostly nicks and scrapes.
[Admittedly, what she considered nicks and scrapes weren't always as minor as she made them sound. She's always a little reckless with her body, and there are a few cuts that could use tending, but she heals fast, so she's prone to brushing them off.]
[He knew the Natasha Romanoff definition of nicks and scrapes as he was just as bad as her at passing off something major as nothing just to remain out of medical which caused him to turn to her with a knowing look.]
If I have to sit here without a top on so you can check mine, the favor's gotta be returned.
[She laughs softly, the sound of it a little low as she looks up at him.]
You just want to watch.
[She's teasing, her voice playful, but her fingers obligingly slip from his skin, even if they linger against his side for a moment before pulling away. Her hands go to the zipper of her bodysuit, watching him as she slowly drags it down to the waist. Black fabric revealing that stripe of pale skin down the centerline of her body.
She watches him, her greens looking into his darker eyes, a coy smile curving her mouth as she peels it off her arms until she's naked to the waist. But she does it slow- graceful instead of utilitarian- putting on a bit of a show. There's a slight flush to her skin, her pink nipples pulled into hard peaks.
But there's that sound: wet and sticky, like blood adhering the fabric to her body.]
[Of course he'd seen her strip before, he was always her back up during missions and that included the seductive ones too but this time was different, this was just for him as there was more meaning to what Natasha was doing than if this was just a normal mission.
Clint's eyes trailed down from her face to follow the zipper as it was pulled down to her navel, the slow appearance of her gorgeous skin made his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he shifted a bit in his chair, the adrenaline in his body was quickly turning into something else.]
[Her voice low, an almost seductive hum, but this wasn't a mission, and there was no one to perform for. Just Clint and just that bodysuit pulled down around her waist as she leaned into his gaze. It means more with him, but she can't bring herself to stop, either. Adrenaline that twists into heat inside of her, and there's always been that chemistry between them, and now it's hard to resist.
She's aware of his eyes on her, of how his breath catches, how he shifts in that chair. She walks toward him, doesn't stop until her legs brush slightly against his. Fingertips brushing against his shoulders as she stands before him.]
Never wanted to run the risk of being slapped or worse, stabbed.
[His confession was truthful as he lent forward on the chair, needing to be closer to thee beautiful woman standing before him. Clint's callous hands moved to rest on her slim hips, his thumbs stroking the redhead's soft skin as he parted his legs for her to step even closer.
He had dreams about this very moment with different outcomes each time, he just hoped that this wasn't his mind playing tricks on him and he wasn't concussed somewhere else in the room instead.]
[She can't help the wry smile, the slow shake of her head at his admission. It's hard not to be amused, even if she can understand it. His legs part and she shifts so that she's standing as close as she possibly can. His hands resting on her hips, thumbs stroking against the skin, and she shivers softly at the feeling.
And then she kisses him. Soft, just the touch of her mouth to his, but not pushing, not deepening it, but there's still an edge to it. There's a whisper of want, need, that desire that she's trying to keep from getting out of control. She pulls back just a few inches, fingers cupping against his jaw.]
Since you were so polite.
[Faintly teasing, but she can't quite resist kissing him again, a low murmur pressed against his mouth.]
[His hands slid higher as she bent down to kiss him, Clint's thumbs coming to rest just under Tasha's pert breasts as he kissed her back but with passion, desire and need on his part as he was only a human man and she was absolutely stunning which placed the archer under her spell.]
[She murmured into the kiss, the feel of his hands sliding against her skin so that his thumbs rested under her breasts, his fingers pressed against her sides. He kisses her back, and she can feel his passion, his need, and it just pushes her own that might higher. One hand reaching up, curling into his hair to pull him a little closer, eyelashes fluttering as she gasped against his mouth, her other hand curling tight against his shoulder. She found him just as irresistible.]
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Mm, Archery looks good on you, what can I say?
[She half teases, with a slight smirk on her mouth as fingertips feathered against his skin. She notices the hint of color, even in the low light, but she doesn't comment on it, just smiles a little brighter. She shakes his head at his question.]
Nothing that will stick. Mostly nicks and scrapes.
[Admittedly, what she considered nicks and scrapes weren't always as minor as she made them sound. She's always a little reckless with her body, and there are a few cuts that could use tending, but she heals fast, so she's prone to brushing them off.]
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[He knew the Natasha Romanoff definition of nicks and scrapes as he was just as bad as her at passing off something major as nothing just to remain out of medical which caused him to turn to her with a knowing look.]
If I have to sit here without a top on so you can check mine, the favor's gotta be returned.
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You just want to watch.
[She's teasing, her voice playful, but her fingers obligingly slip from his skin, even if they linger against his side for a moment before pulling away. Her hands go to the zipper of her bodysuit, watching him as she slowly drags it down to the waist. Black fabric revealing that stripe of pale skin down the centerline of her body.
She watches him, her greens looking into his darker eyes, a coy smile curving her mouth as she peels it off her arms until she's naked to the waist. But she does it slow- graceful instead of utilitarian- putting on a bit of a show. There's a slight flush to her skin, her pink nipples pulled into hard peaks.
But there's that sound: wet and sticky, like blood adhering the fabric to her body.]
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[Of course he'd seen her strip before, he was always her back up during missions and that included the seductive ones too but this time was different, this was just for him as there was more meaning to what Natasha was doing than if this was just a normal mission.
Clint's eyes trailed down from her face to follow the zipper as it was pulled down to her navel, the slow appearance of her gorgeous skin made his breathing hitch ever so slightly as he shifted a bit in his chair, the adrenaline in his body was quickly turning into something else.]
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[Her voice low, an almost seductive hum, but this wasn't a mission, and there was no one to perform for. Just Clint and just that bodysuit pulled down around her waist as she leaned into his gaze. It means more with him, but she can't bring herself to stop, either. Adrenaline that twists into heat inside of her, and there's always been that chemistry between them, and now it's hard to resist.
She's aware of his eyes on her, of how his breath catches, how he shifts in that chair. She walks toward him, doesn't stop until her legs brush slightly against his. Fingertips brushing against his shoulders as she stands before him.]
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[His confession was truthful as he lent forward on the chair, needing to be closer to thee beautiful woman standing before him. Clint's callous hands moved to rest on her slim hips, his thumbs stroking the redhead's soft skin as he parted his legs for her to step even closer.
He had dreams about this very moment with different outcomes each time, he just hoped that this wasn't his mind playing tricks on him and he wasn't concussed somewhere else in the room instead.]
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And then she kisses him. Soft, just the touch of her mouth to his, but not pushing, not deepening it, but there's still an edge to it. There's a whisper of want, need, that desire that she's trying to keep from getting out of control. She pulls back just a few inches, fingers cupping against his jaw.]
Since you were so polite.
[Faintly teasing, but she can't quite resist kissing him again, a low murmur pressed against his mouth.]
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