It's just like nature intended.
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- 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.
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- 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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bakerstreet2016-12-19 11:07 pm
mettaton ( undertale ) m/m
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When the stable was opened, he thought he was finally being let go, but instead he heard someone else being thrown in. Mettaton moved from his position, rising tall and looking to see just who it was that joined him. In the dim light he made out a naked human, one who looked to be gorgeous at that (then again, all humans were beautiful to him, but this one more so).
"Why hello there, darling. You look positively amazing," he said, stepping even closer. He only grew more wet at the sight of his cock, hoping he'd been given to him to take the edge off. Mettaton would certainly head down that road regardless.
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"Mmm... mate? So you know what's going on here? I just got dropped here in this dump. All I know is I'm horny. Having your cock inside me sounds like the best thing right now..." he trailed off, lightly squeezing Luke's cock as he stroked him more, "... And you can call me Mettaton, darling."
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Once they were off, he hiked the latex down, the material making a squeaking noise as it rubbed against the metal. He stepped out of them and put the boots back on, not wanting to stand on the stable floor without shoes. Robot or not, he wanted to get dirty in certain ways. He was a diva, after all.
Having taken off the latex exposed more metal, but also what was underneath: his pussy. It was slick, showing he could definitely get wet, and Mettaton eagerly hiked a leg up, spreading himself open.
"It's all yours, darling! You can be as rough as you like. I won't break."
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"Haa... you got that right, sweetheart. It doesn't get better than this," he said, moaning and squeezing around him. The inside of his pussy felt just like a human's, modeled after one, too. It was wet and soft inside, as well as warm. It was very pliable, though, stretchable beyond that of a human's capacity. It'd make for an interesting fuck. He wanted more, though. "Fuck me hard! I need it!"
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"Yes! Fuck, yes darling! Pound into me!" he yelled, as enthusiastic as possible. Mettaton reached down to rub at his clit, which only served to make his pussy tighter for Luke. His chest heaved and he pushed back, begging for more.
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He felt him swell and he gasped, wondering just why he was feeling what he was feeling, but sure as hell not complaining. Bigger was better, and he only clenched more. His walls began pulsating as he neared his climax, Mettaton groaning hard. "Darling... I'm gonna come...!"
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He was caught completely off-guard by Luke penetrating his cervix - the pounding against it was painful, but he loved it. Actually breaking past it made him make a strangled noise, a groan of pain mixed with pure bliss as his eyes rolled back. He came hard, pussy drenched with his cum. He ended up squirting clear fluid, his walls constricting rhythmically, tensing up around Luke's massive cock.
Mettaton's head was thrown back, hips jerking randomly, walls still clenching, as if milking Luke for all he had. He slowly settled down, some of his cum seeping out of his hole, dribbling down Luke's thick cock.
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He was passionate, still hungry, thirst still not quenched just yet. Mettaton parted his lips so Luke could slip his tongue inside. He roamed over Luke's sculpted body, admiring the muscles and fine definition. He took Luke's hands and guided them to his ass, allowing him to feel how plush it felt - strange, given how the rest of him was metallic. Then again, his pussy was soft, too, as was the inside of his mouth.
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It's when he looked around the room, if it could be called that, that he realized this wasn't a run-of-the-mill situation. This wasn't waking up at someone's house after a wild party. This was something fucked up. One, it looked like a damn stable (which was what it was, not that he could really piece it together); two, there was another person with him. Another man, a quick glance told him. What the fuck was this? Were they being held captive? What for? What happened?
Three came in the form of what sounded like moans of pain. Metta was keen and knew right away what those sounds were. The follow-up of skin smacking against skin and the noise echoed throughout the big room they were in was evident. People were fucking. It was like some bizarre dream he'd walked into.
His head was fuzzy. Trying to remember only made it hurt, making him groan in frustration. He got up, not too concerned with his state of undress at the moment (even though he would've like to have his binder), and moved to the cell door. He tried looking out of it, rattling the door itself.
"Just what do you think you're doing?! Do you have any idea who I am?!" he hollered, only just getting started. He had managed to make his voice louder than the surrounding noise, which stopped some people momentarily. They went right back to what they were doing, not caring that Metta was putting up a fuss. It almost seemed... typical.
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He picked himself up with a groan, taking in his surroundings; it was definitely a stable. And those were definitely the sounds of feverish sex all around him.
And he definitely wasn't alone.
"... 'ey. 'Scuse me." He spoke up, trying to be heard over his companion's shouting.
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Great.
He turned, one hand still holding on a cell bar.
"Yeah? I'm busy trying to get us out of here," he explained. It certainly wasn't doing them any good, and it wasn't going to, but he was at least going to try. He had to do something. He tried his best not to look down, though it was becoming increasingly difficult not to do that. Damn curiosity...
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"I'll let you get right back to that, but first, lemme ask you somethin'. Where the hell are we?" His tone was even, calm-- lightly annoyed, at most.
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At this point, he couldn't resist. He decided to look down, inspecting what Jesse had on display. The man was handsome, there was no denying that. He could easily forget about this whole place and flirt with him. He was in the right frame of mind to still care about his freedom, however. He looked away quickly, shifting his stance.
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He sighed, picking himself up; out of habit, his hand went to adjust his hat. He then realized that they hadn't even left him that much.
"... damn." He sighed, going over to the door to look down the hall himself. He couldn't see much, but he could make out a row of other cells, as well as a few recognizable devices-- mostly those used on barnyards. And, given the sounds they could hear all too clearly around them... well, Jesse was beginning to put together exactly what sort of place they were in. Though, what he and his current companion were doing there, he wasn't entirely sure. Perhaps they were subject to some kind of experiment.
"... yeah, I'm beginnin' to doubt they're gonna let us outta here, even if they did hear you over all that noise out there."
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Metta uncrossed his arms to put his hands on his hips. Diva Mode was fast approaching (honestly, it had already arrived a long time ago). He pursed his lips.
"So, what do we do? Just sit here until someone comes by? Ugh. I'd rather do what everyone else is doing. At least that's not boring," he grumbled.
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The stranger was certainly attractive enough; though McCree couldn't easily get a read on gender, their body was appealing, soft curves and thick hips. Jesse had done his best to be a gentleman, but he couldn't resist the occasional glance over their body, given it was utterly bare before him.
"What's your name, stranger?"
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He stopped in front of Jesse, tongue in cheek for a moment. He grinned.
"Metta. And yours, gorgeous?" he asked, looking him up and down without holding back this time. Metta's gaze went from his face down to his cock, quite pleased with what he was seeing.
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"Jesse. 'Course, most people know me by my last name-- McCree." He closed a bit more of the distance between them, his voice warmer, darker. "Pleasure makin' your acquaintance, Metta."
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Metta eventually continued, "I'm a man. That's all you really have to know."
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"Alrighty then. Anything special I should keep in mind, then? Given what we're here for and all..."
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"Mmn... I like it rough," he murmured, steadily increasing the pace of his strokes, "what about you, big guy?"
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"Yeah?" His voice was warmer, looser, an undercurrent of heat swelling just beneath it. "Heh heh, good."
McCree's prosthetic hand came up, catching Metta's chin to tip it to face him; he smiled at him, though it was a much darker expression than before, his breathing warmer, deeper already.
"... well, if I'm honest... I'm not too picky. Long as my partner's havin' fun..."
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"A people-pleaser, huh? Cute. I like that. Well, I'd be having a lot more fun if you touched me more..." he trailed off, slowing down his stroking. He stopped only to dip down and fondle his balls, gentle and delicate with how he played with them.
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"Well, in that case..."
The hand at Metta's ass shifted, moved around to the front to breeze, instead, lightly over his pussy; the slickness already growing there made Jesse smile, pressing a fingertip against that wet entrance teasingly.
"Huh. Looks like you're already gettin' pretty worked up, there, aren't ya?"
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He asked for it, and he sure delivered. Metta's breathing hitched, chest heaving as Jesse's fingertip teased his pussy. It was almost embarrassing just how wet he was already, having not needed much coaxing. He swallowed dryly, chuckling and shifting his tactic. He grabbed Jesse's ass this time, using both hands to get a good feel, making sure each palm had a good handful. He eyed him, as if challenging him.
"All thanks to you, hot stuff. I already want you inside of me," he admitted, voice husky.
Ling Yao | FMA:B | m/monster
Bonus for drugs/aphrodisiacs involved regardless of prompt.]
Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: The Ascension | M/F
Yukina Suzumori | Demons' Bond | OTA
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i hope this is good! i’m a bit cabonblind but i tried to immerse everything! ♡
he was to be used; bred like livestock despite his apparent young age. they fed him, kept him strong enough to keep standing, trained him in under a week to be surprisingly malleable. every other day a woman in a hooded dark cloak would check his vital signs, and be startled every time by how strong the young boy was even still. he still had a fire in his eyes; but with his arms shackled and his body exposed (he still kept his black bull’s robe and headband, thank god for small favors) he looked much like a slave than an aspiring magic knight and hopeful magic emperor.
he was told he was to be here for some time, and the inner circle had been watching him ever since he passed his initiation. they spoke of one day making an army from his seed, milking him dry for every drop until he was utterly spent. then and only then would they release asta, but not until he produced the demonic hybrids they wanted.
demonic? he inquires, and they only laugh in return. they had found and even captured a girl suitable for their ambitious needsーa demon girl. asta immediately knew they had to be wrong, demons were usually men, and were extremely aggressive. how could there be a girl demon?
but they had their ways.
with his wrists shackled above him, he sat huddled into the corner of his cell, glowering at the cell doors expectantly. they chose me because of my power, or the lack of it. he thinks, huffing low.
i need to get the fuck outta here! )
you did just fine! thank you so much. c:
The shackles on her wrists kept a clanking tempo with her footsteps and the occasional prod from behind. She impulsively tests the bindings again, though she knew what the answer would be. It had taken them so many times to find just the right type of metal that she couldn't break and in those first months she had made it harder with her fighting. As they experimented with bindings, they experimented with drugs as well. The woman in the dark hood checked her vitals as well as employing syringes and somewhere they had struck a balance. Yukina couldn't summon up her true form but she wasn't entirely weak. Why they had let her keep any strength at all was beyond her.
Today seemed to be a unique occasion though. She had been led from her cell after the typical morning visit and injections by a man with a bit of a softer touch than some of the guards. They had diverted into an area she hadn't seen before and she did her best to scan her surroundings through the slight perpetual haze she always found herself in now. They stopped before a reinforced door only momentarily before it was opened and Yukina herself prodded through. The guard took the cloak that had been draped around her, leaving the demon with little but her waistlength hair as cover.
Her bare feet shifted on the floor and it took her a moment of awkward confusion to note the figure huddled in the corner, glowering at the door she and the guard had just come through. Had her head been bowed so much to not notice him straight away?]
davy jones ♆ original character ♆ ota