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.
[Even in the midst of embarrassment, Alice manages to look a little surprised. Baby kittens and baby birds...? She doesn't have much time to ponder the strange analogy before he mentions the train, then she nods a little solemnly. She knew she had cut this somewhat short but it had taken her a while to first come to the solution she had and then work up the nerve to voice it.
She probably shouldn't be so shy about looking at him, all things considered. It's a thoroughly new situation though and after she recalls her own state through the muddle of strange analogies and fading time, she takes a slight breath in before she moves again.
Alice speaks as she lays hold of his shoulder again and moves to shift back into his lap. It's a thoroughly different sensation when it's skin against skin. She understands he is a big fellow in terms of stature but it's amazing how much that difference is emphasized when she ends up more or less straddling his lap without so much as cloth to separate them.]
Right. We should still have time though. They won't try to wake us before daylight unless there's an emergency and--
[Her words fall short there. She had been nudging herself forward some, trying to let her knees find his hips or the edge of the bed. She's been doing her best as well to talk evenly beyond the heat in her face and the way her chest wants to brush against his when she shifts. And then she nudges her hips forward enough to catch an important bit between the two of them. They're stomach to... well, sort of stomach by now and for a moment Alice just stops.
Then she blinks up at Randel with rounded eyes before she thoughtlessly murmurs in something between amazement and slight awe:]
[Nervously swallowing the ball that was forming in his throat, Randel tried to keep his gaze trained on her face even as she inched closer-- even with his hands held by her sides to offer support should she ask for it. The smoothness of her skin against his was as distracting as the knowledge that the soft curves of her bare breasts were a bare motion away.
He took a breath, planning to say something he hoped was reassuring--
--and choked.]
A-aah-- [He stammered, struggling to form words while his face absolutely burned in embarrassment.]
--I didn't mean to be.
[It was bad enough that the nurse in the hospital simply couldn't accept that-- bad enough that the only woman he had ever had this close previously was her, and in far less intimate circumstances.]
...It's okay if it's too much, [Randel added shyly, tearing his eyes from her face to her breasts, to the fall of her short hair just above her shoulders, to her hands that still seemed determined to make something work.]
We can find another way--
[Then, thinking of all of those broken urinals in the hospital--]
[He stammers after her words and Alice can't help but breathe out a light, relieved sigh.]
I should have known you would be worried.
[He's been hovering near her sides with his hands and now she slips her own down to take hold of his wrists. She plants both of them against her sides, resting her own hands over his for a moment.]
Sometimes good things have to hurt a little. So relax, alright? And if it doesn't work out tonight then... we'll try again. [Her voice is firm if soft in tone on the next few words.] Next time.
[The gentleness of her words and the firm, supportive touch of her hands was enough for him to relax some and, taking a deep, shuddering breath that betrayed his own anxieties about potentially messing up something that should be so special for the both of them, he briskly nodded in affirmation of her words.]
That's right. Next time-- there will be next time.
[And, settling his hands down lower on her hips, he leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder. There would definitly be a next time, he assured himself. Alice had always proven herself to be stronger than his greatest fears, and the light of the fire in her heart was inspiring.]
...I can follow your lead, [He offered, knowing full well that they couldn't rush if they wanted this to be as painless for everyone as possible. They couldn't fight nature....but, they could make it easier.]
[Follow her lead. ... Usually that would be the perfect thing to hear on the battlefield. Unfortunately this was a bedroom -- or a train compartment at least -- and Alice hadn't practiced this near as well as her swordplay. She had only really gotten past the rumor of men's nerves working differently and been set straight by Solice during their last visit. Along with a few choice anecdotes that left her stumbling out of her sister's home that evening.
It didn't seem right somehow. Maybe her lead in the grander scheme of things but the working up to that point? She thinks on the problem a moment, then leans forward to press another kiss against his jawline, just below his ear. She keeps her voice soft next to his ear as she speaks.]
I don't really know a lot about this but I think it's best if you go with what you feel like doing.
[Her hands move to settle against his chest. The rhythm of his heart ghosts in a tandem beat with hers and she hums out a faint breath against his ear as her fingertips inevitably trip along the line of one of the scars against his right side.]
You know, the first thing you do when you begin learning a new weapon is you learn the feel of it.
[Leave it to Alice to talk weaponry in bed. Still, it is breathed out first against his ear and then against his neck as her mouth moves. And that does a whole lot for the meaning of the words, even if Alice herself hasn't thought of them in quite that way.]
The weight, the grip... you learn to move with it too.
[... Is this dirty talk? Maybe? Her tone doesn't make it sound all that bad and neither do the way her fingers keep slipping down his sides. She doesn't have the impatient boldness of his obsessive nurse, not yet at least.]
[Whether it was dirty talk or not, the familiarity of such words was enough to bolster his confidence-- for it was an analogy he understood, one that any soldier could understand. Turning his head to press his lips against her neck, moving up toward her jaw, he took comfort in that strange analogy and did start exploring in ways that simply felt right.]
I...haven't handled a new weapon for a long time,
[He confessed in a husky tone that was barely above a whisper, breath hitching in surprise when she gently brushed her fingertips over his scarred body. Curious himself, he gently traced his fingers up over the firm muscles of her stomach before cupping his hands around her breasts, admiring the delicate softnesss that intermingled with her strength, finding comfort in gentle cadence of her heartbeat that seemed to echo his.
Hesitantly, he ran with his curiosity and gently brushed his scarred thumbs over the soft buds of her nipples, wondering what such an act would do.]
I'd prefer not to learn a new one again, [He added softly, before gently kissing her jawline.]
[The way she asks mostly sounds like she's probing his feelings just a little or seeking a compliment in that flushed way of hers. Her stomach flutters as his fingers trace muscles, inadvertently tensing before his hands come to cup her breasts.
Goosebumps run over her skin with the brush of his thumbs, a soft quiver accompanying the sheepish tone of her voice.]
O-of course it is, that's not really... a question.
[Her voice trails off a little. Her nipples harden after a few soft brushes of his rough thumbs and she admits softly:]
It is much nicer.
[Sword fanatic she could be, even Alice could admit that maybe Sophice was onto something with the enthusiasm she showed about grilling Alice. She had insisted for Alice's sake that she needs to fall in love or at least know what loving someone felt like. And whether she could categorize this as the same thing or different she wasn't sure but...
It felt good and more than simply on a physical level. She couldn't deny the excitement of it, the soft thrill in her stomach as his hands warmed her breasts and a new warmth blossoming as his lips pressed against her jawline.]
Edited (DON'T RUN AWAY FROM ME, WORDS. I NEED YOU.) 2016-10-15 20:59 (UTC)
[The tender sweetness of her voice sounded like a song he never dreamed he would hear. A murderer-- a monster-- he never felt that he deserved to know such nice things in his life. But the way her body seemed to tremble in his hands and the way her voice sent chills down his spine was reassuring to him.
After all. He was still human. They both were.]
Thank you, Alice.
[His voice was soft against her ear, and he kissed her gently once more before drawing away to look at her flushed face. Randel could feel the heat in her body, could feel it steadily building within him, and he found himself suddenly bashful despite their nakedness together.]
You....you really are beautiful.
[A gleam of admiration lit his eyes as he spoke, blushing himself now. He had seen her in ballgowns multiple times-- had even seen her duel in one-- and had found her presence awe inspiring every time.
It still was, but her openness and honesty was what made her truly beautiful.]
[One would think there would have to be a cap on how shy two people could be with one another. And yet there he is, bashful as a school boy even as he kisses her and sits with her thoroughly nude in his lap.
And there she is too, the weight of his kiss still lingering on her lips and the compliment just deepening her flush. Her arms twitch a little, then move to twine around her own waist carefully.]
That's...
[Nice? Touching? She's so poor with compliments but his always manage to strike her far harder than they would coming from anyone else. Lionel was very adept at dropping sweet words but his never had half the warmth of Randel's own.
She averts her eyes a moment, trying to settle her mind on just what she wants to say here. And then she just ends up sighing out, though not necessarily in a distressing way.]
You're far too soft of a person.
[Again she's struck by how that probably sounds, one of her hands coming to wave as if trying to scatter any misunderstanding.]
What I mean is... well. You really do know how to say the right thing at the right time, don't you. You've really got my heart pounding right now.
[That's it right there. He somehow always managed to give her heart a little shocking leap in the way no other person had before him. And despite her bashfulness she now seems pleased about it.]
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I'm so sorry. I had to. This is all my fault.
She probably shouldn't be so shy about looking at him, all things considered. It's a thoroughly new situation though and after she recalls her own state through the muddle of strange analogies and fading time, she takes a slight breath in before she moves again.
Alice speaks as she lays hold of his shoulder again and moves to shift back into his lap. It's a thoroughly different sensation when it's skin against skin. She understands he is a big fellow in terms of stature but it's amazing how much that difference is emphasized when she ends up more or less straddling his lap without so much as cloth to separate them.]
Right. We should still have time though. They won't try to wake us before daylight unless there's an emergency and--
[Her words fall short there. She had been nudging herself forward some, trying to let her knees find his hips or the edge of the bed. She's been doing her best as well to talk evenly beyond the heat in her face and the way her chest wants to brush against his when she shifts. And then she nudges her hips forward enough to catch an important bit between the two of them. They're stomach to... well, sort of stomach by now and for a moment Alice just stops.
Then she blinks up at Randel with rounded eyes before she thoughtlessly murmurs in something between amazement and slight awe:]
You really are a big guy.
/screeches -- but it's okay, since it's *canon*
He took a breath, planning to say something he hoped was reassuring--
--and choked.]
A-aah-- [He stammered, struggling to form words while his face absolutely burned in embarrassment.]
--I didn't mean to be.
[It was bad enough that the nurse in the hospital simply couldn't accept that-- bad enough that the only woman he had ever had this close previously was her, and in far less intimate circumstances.]
...It's okay if it's too much, [Randel added shyly, tearing his eyes from her face to her breasts, to the fall of her short hair just above her shoulders, to her hands that still seemed determined to make something work.]
We can find another way--
[Then, thinking of all of those broken urinals in the hospital--]
I don't want to hurt you.
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I should have known you would be worried.
[He's been hovering near her sides with his hands and now she slips her own down to take hold of his wrists. She plants both of them against her sides, resting her own hands over his for a moment.]
Sometimes good things have to hurt a little. So relax, alright? And if it doesn't work out tonight then... we'll try again. [Her voice is firm if soft in tone on the next few words.] Next time.
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That's right. Next time-- there will be next time.
[And, settling his hands down lower on her hips, he leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder. There would definitly be a next time, he assured himself. Alice had always proven herself to be stronger than his greatest fears, and the light of the fire in her heart was inspiring.]
...I can follow your lead, [He offered, knowing full well that they couldn't rush if they wanted this to be as painless for everyone as possible. They couldn't fight nature....but, they could make it easier.]
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It didn't seem right somehow. Maybe her lead in the grander scheme of things but the working up to that point? She thinks on the problem a moment, then leans forward to press another kiss against his jawline, just below his ear. She keeps her voice soft next to his ear as she speaks.]
I don't really know a lot about this but I think it's best if you go with what you feel like doing.
[Her hands move to settle against his chest. The rhythm of his heart ghosts in a tandem beat with hers and she hums out a faint breath against his ear as her fingertips inevitably trip along the line of one of the scars against his right side.]
You know, the first thing you do when you begin learning a new weapon is you learn the feel of it.
[Leave it to Alice to talk weaponry in bed. Still, it is breathed out first against his ear and then against his neck as her mouth moves. And that does a whole lot for the meaning of the words, even if Alice herself hasn't thought of them in quite that way.]
The weight, the grip... you learn to move with it too.
[... Is this dirty talk? Maybe? Her tone doesn't make it sound all that bad and neither do the way her fingers keep slipping down his sides. She doesn't have the impatient boldness of his obsessive nurse, not yet at least.]
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I...haven't handled a new weapon for a long time,
[He confessed in a husky tone that was barely above a whisper, breath hitching in surprise when she gently brushed her fingertips over his scarred body. Curious himself, he gently traced his fingers up over the firm muscles of her stomach before cupping his hands around her breasts, admiring the delicate softnesss that intermingled with her strength, finding comfort in gentle cadence of her heartbeat that seemed to echo his.
Hesitantly, he ran with his curiosity and gently brushed his scarred thumbs over the soft buds of her nipples, wondering what such an act would do.]
I'd prefer not to learn a new one again, [He added softly, before gently kissing her jawline.]
And...this is much nicer.
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[The way she asks mostly sounds like she's probing his feelings just a little or seeking a compliment in that flushed way of hers. Her stomach flutters as his fingers trace muscles, inadvertently tensing before his hands come to cup her breasts.
Goosebumps run over her skin with the brush of his thumbs, a soft quiver accompanying the sheepish tone of her voice.]
O-of course it is, that's not really... a question.
[Her voice trails off a little. Her nipples harden after a few soft brushes of his rough thumbs and she admits softly:]
It is much nicer.
[Sword fanatic she could be, even Alice could admit that maybe Sophice was onto something with the enthusiasm she showed about grilling Alice. She had insisted for Alice's sake that she needs to fall in love or at least know what loving someone felt like. And whether she could categorize this as the same thing or different she wasn't sure but...
It felt good and more than simply on a physical level. She couldn't deny the excitement of it, the soft thrill in her stomach as his hands warmed her breasts and a new warmth blossoming as his lips pressed against her jawline.]
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After all. He was still human. They both were.]
Thank you, Alice.
[His voice was soft against her ear, and he kissed her gently once more before drawing away to look at her flushed face. Randel could feel the heat in her body, could feel it steadily building within him, and he found himself suddenly bashful despite their nakedness together.]
You....you really are beautiful.
[A gleam of admiration lit his eyes as he spoke, blushing himself now. He had seen her in ballgowns multiple times-- had even seen her duel in one-- and had found her presence awe inspiring every time.
It still was, but her openness and honesty was what made her truly beautiful.]
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And there she is too, the weight of his kiss still lingering on her lips and the compliment just deepening her flush. Her arms twitch a little, then move to twine around her own waist carefully.]
That's...
[Nice? Touching? She's so poor with compliments but his always manage to strike her far harder than they would coming from anyone else. Lionel was very adept at dropping sweet words but his never had half the warmth of Randel's own.
She averts her eyes a moment, trying to settle her mind on just what she wants to say here. And then she just ends up sighing out, though not necessarily in a distressing way.]
You're far too soft of a person.
[Again she's struck by how that probably sounds, one of her hands coming to wave as if trying to scatter any misunderstanding.]
What I mean is... well. You really do know how to say the right thing at the right time, don't you. You've really got my heart pounding right now.
[That's it right there. He somehow always managed to give her heart a little shocking leap in the way no other person had before him. And despite her bashfulness she now seems pleased about it.]