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❝ Give You a Baby ❞

[ give you a baby ]

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.

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"Oh Leanne, Gregor is home!" Gregor laughed as he came in the door after a hard day of work as a mercenary to support his loving and pregnant wife. It was hard to imagine the songstress princess with a rounded belly and bearing his child, but there she was, the radiant mother to be. The only question was to how her mood might be, which was part of the reason for Gregor's laughter as he came in the door. Sometimes she could be incredibly affectionate, and sometimes she could be crying and sobbing, and sometimes she was ready to throw dishes at his head and make him duck for cover... Hormones could be quite the thing for a wife who was several months into her pregnancy.

"How's the wee one?" He smiled warmly, trying his best to be ready for any situation that may come by greeting her with a positive outlook. The worst was probably when she sent him on wild goose chases to get strange combinations of food for cravings. Part of him suspected that Cheese and Cashew butter and strawberries does not actually go well together, but he was not really a master chef.

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[Either he's carrying or your character is. No butt babies though, Nickov will be intersex if he's the mother.]

Edited 2017-12-31 21:30 (UTC)

( m/f only for the physical act of impregnation. conditionally f/f if one of the parties is already pregnant in some surrogacy scenario. not interested in 12, but talk to me about more dub/noncon scenarios. )

[M/F or M/M, ota. I'll pretty much give anything a chance with the exception that Clarus never bottoms, so he will not be having anyone's babies.]

[is there any way we can fudge/au a 'continuing the line' thing here?]

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[Would love to mother some babies for my castmates especially, but I'm open to others as well!]

[ i don't care how you do it, just fuck me up. ]

[ why am i here someone help. ]

[ There can't be that many beings in the universe. Space seems so wide, so lonely. Maybe we are really alone. Long nights alone on Ego's planet had nurtured many such a thought in Mantis' mind as a hatchling. Ego said - and Ego's word, of course, was law - that there were planets beyond the stars she could see, all teeming with life, crying out to become one with him. She'd never questioned him, not openly, no matter how she felt after years of seeing nothing but his face and her own two hands. Even after meeting the Guardians and, with their help, rescuing herself from her former master's despotism, she had a hard time wrapping her head around being truly present with others.

Today, she'd been forced to process two closely related facts:
1. There were, at least, enough beings at home in this galaxy to fill a giant stadium with frothing, exuberant fans ready for bloodsport, and
2. A race of aliens was immune to her empathic abilities, leaving her powerless against her captors and relegated to their whims. Currently, their whims included: her being both the prize and the honoree of the furious tournament raging before her, her being "the mitochondrial eve of a new era," and her being less content with the way her day was going than she was when she woke up this morning. In a debatable order.

Gamora, in the kindest way the green woman could muster, had occasionally accused Mantis of being a doormat (though, these days, Mantis would probably be considered a doormat who could bunch up under someone's feet and throw them through a glass door if they threatened its companions), but she could only take so much. And seeing her newest ally be forced to deal finishing blow after finishing blow in a gladiatorial showdown was far too much. ]

Him! [ With a lurch towards the huge, wolflike creature to her side that appeared to be the leader of this pack of superstitious, violent bunch, Mantis cried out and pointed wildly at the person in the center of the ring. ] Him - he is the one I choose!

[ ooc: This starter is vaguely set up like a certain movie that came out recently. You might have heard of it. Here, the winner of a series of interplanetary games earns the honor of impregnating the celestial madonna figure; only, oops, somehow the folks in charge have mistakenly pegged poor Mantis as that role.

(Mantis, who also might have been harboring a Mantis-flavored little crush on her new friend, might not mind as much as one would think, again because human mores =/= alien customs.)

Any and all MCUs, no matter the team, origin, or species, are welcome. Crossovers can come, too. If this scenario's not to your tastes, I can also whip up something else along the lines of the prompt of your choosing. ]

Harry paced around the bedroom nervously. He knew this had to happen eventually. He was the last of his line, the last Potter, there had to be an heir to carry on the magic. The dilemma that plagued and stirred the butterflies in his stomach was that he didn't have the best childhood. It was far from ideal, riddled with pain and death. He had a curse, literally, on his head his whole life. Would that fear and angst pass on to his offspring?

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt and took a deep, slow, cleansing breath and waited...

((ooc: open to anything and anyone. M/F or M/M))

On the other side of the door, Anne Walker placed with her hand upon the knob and turned it slowly. The life-mage could sense Harry's anxiety, his elevated heartrate and body temperature even before she stepped into the room, and it gave her pause. She was so used to people being nervous and suspicious of her--having been forced to work for death eaters for a time--that she had to stop and remind herself it wasn't her that Harry was afraid of, but the uncertainty of the future. The gravity of what they were expected to do.

For how better for a life mage to prove her loyalty than to ensure the continuation of the Chosen One's lineage?

She stepped inside, and quickly shut the door behind her. Stalling would only prolong the agony of suspense for both of them. "You look as anxious as I feel," she said shyly, "Do you want to talk about it?"