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.
[They absolutely could. The question is what prompt? We could go the fluffy route where they're choosing to start a family.... I can't see Illya doing this to humiliate or control Gaby. Not really into the idea of forced breeding, unless it's some kind of "suggestion" by the government because they want Illya 2.0.
I'm into the idea of it being the "risk" factor of it, the two of them playing a kind of Russian Roulette, maybe acknowledging it during sex in a kinky kind of way. Does that work for you?]
[ definitely consensually either way, so we can work that into one of the other prompts? I’m thinking neither of them would really admit to wanting it unless it was heat of the moment so I’m into doing a combo of 1 & 2 if that works? ]
[Yep! I'm starting this in media res, so let me know if anything needs to be changed here.]
Illya thrusts Gaby up against the wall, burying himself inside of her with a moan. Something about escaping from a gunfight alive with no wounds makes a person want to reaffirm the fact that they are still living. They had barely gotten into the hotel room before they were on each other, kissing and taking off only the necessary clothing to facilitate their passion. Sometime mid-undress, one of them had come to their senses enough to realize that they didn't have a condom. It didn't actually stop either of them, both of them being so far gone that there was no turning back now. It will be a risk, but somehow that only heightens the thrill.
( Honestly this is madness, no #4, #7 or #9, this baby is either an accident, a kink session gone too far, a necessity, or going to be given away. I have a problem, please send help ... 8') )
[Tough choice...I flipped a coin and got the "escape the lannisters" option. Would you like to play out the initial flirtation, or jump into things after they have already absconded to Dorne? And would you like to start us off, or shall I?]
Oberyn had his reasons for smuggling Lady Sansa back to Dorne with him when he had left King's Landing, not the least of which was the satisfaction of taking her away from the Lannisters. But also because gotten to know her during their time together, and he'd realized that she had steel beneath her porcelain skin; a venom in her sweetness that warmed his blood and made his senses tingle. He believed that Sansa harbored a similar spark of passion, and he wished to offer her a chance to explore that part of herself.
Now that they were safe within the palace of Dorne, she would have the freedom to live and love as she chose; one she would have never had within the confines of the society into which she had been born. Here, though she may not be his wife in name, she and any children which might one day result from their love need not fear the scorn they might have faced in other parts of the world.
With every mile that grew between King's Landing and Sansa Stark, the girl seemed to become more animated. Color came back to her cheeks, she sat a little straighter, and her Tully blue eyes lit up with hope. It was like a flower being brought out into sunshine, after spending a long time in the dark. And she had Oberyn Martell to thank for everything.
Despite her status (a hostage in all but name), he had sought her out. Engaged her in conversation. Paid her compliments, and even flirted with her. Yes, he was older than her, but it felt nice to be treated decently again. With Oberyn, there was no disgust or judgement or mockery. So she let her guard down little by little.
That friendship turned into trust, which then turned into genuine feelings for the prince. Desperation on her part may have amplified them...but Sansa wasn't sure. The Martells were like the Starks: known for being honorable, loyal, and brave. Both their families had suffered at the hands of the Mad King and House Lannister.
In many ways, the two made perfect sense.
And now she was free.
It was Sansa's first night at the palace in Dorne. Friendly maids had helped her bathe and wash, then allowed her to relax in the warm water. Once cleaned she was dressed in cool gray sandsilk robes.
Where was she to go, now? Were the Lannisters already looking for her, ready to sweep her away again? I will take my own life before that happens, she thought angrily.
While Sansa had refreshed herself from their long journey, Oberyn had begun to make arrangements to ensure her continued freedom. Should anyone come looking for her, he wanted to make sure he got word before her would-be captors ever reached the palace, but he also made certain that she would be well guarded, and able to defend herself if the need arose.
To that end, he had procured a gift for her: a pair of daggers with sheaths that could be worn at the thigh or the ankle, or concealed within the belt of a woman's gown. He placed them in a beautiful wooden box, which he carried before him when he called upon her after she was bathed and dressed.
"You look like you have much on your mind, Lady Sansa. Shall I call again, some other time?"
It was a relief to see Oberyn at her door. Yes, she did have much on her mind, but solitude wasn't going to help that. So she offered him a smile and shook her head.
"There is no need for that. Please...come in." Sansa stepped away from the door, allowing him access. Without thought she clasped her hands in front of her, fingers twisting together. A nervous habit she had developed in King's Landing.
"Your brother...does he know I'm here?" She sounded anxious, and a little hesitant. Doran Martell had the power to send her away. If he chose to do so...well, Sansa would not blame him for putting the safety of Dorne above one Northern girl he didn't even know. "I would hate to be the cause of any discord amongst your family."
Seeing her obvious uncertainty, Oberyn set his gift aside and reached out to take her hands in his and draw her closer if she would permit it.
"I thought it better to make him aware of your presence than to keep you locked away in secret," he told her, "Though he had his reservations, he agrees that you deserve whatever freedom we can offer you. I did not bring you here to make you my prisoner, after all. We will simply need to take precautions."
He smiled, and raised her knuckles to his lips. "And what better way to protect you than to remain by your side at all hours of the day...and of the night?"
Sansa hesitated for just a moment before allowing him to take her hands. Though she had never explicitly spoken of the way she had been regularly and publicly beaten by the Kingsguard at Joffrey's command, it was still obvious she had been mistreated. Not to mention the gossip among lords, ladies, and servants alike.
It was a relief to hear that Doran not only knew, but had given his consent for her to stay. She returned his smile, the gratitude she felt shining in her eyes. And when he kissed her knuckles color rose to her cheeks.
"I always feel safest when you're near," she confessed, voice soft. Sansa then stepped forward to pull Oberyn into a proper embrace. "...Will you stay with me tonight?" She sounded both hopeful and a little shy.
It angered Oberyn to think what abuse she must have suffered at the hands of those who were meant to protect and care for her, though he did not allow anything but tenderness to show toward Sansa. She had seen enough anger and violence already, and he could sense her shyness when it came to physical contact, but admired her courage to not only accept the comfort and affection so obviously craved, but to voice her desires aloud.
"It would be my pleasure," he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair as he embraced her. "And I promise, nothing more will happen between us that you do not wish to happen."
That made Sansa smile. “I know,” she said. “I trust you completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
What she didn’t voice was the fact that he was the only one she trusted. Her parents were both dead. So were Bran, Rickon, and Robb. Arya had been lost the day her father had been imprisoned, and was presumed dead. Her half-brother Jon was still alive, but he had taken the black. Once a man joined the Night’s Watch, there was no going back. They were not permitted families and could not participate in politics. Even if they had had a close relationship, he wouldn’t be able to help her.
Sansa was the last true Stark. It was an incredibly lonely feeling. Thoughts of avenging her family and reclaiming Winterfell flitted through her mind. She couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, that she had to try everything in her power to make things right. She was just one girl...but she could be brave. Could be strong. She had survived Joffrey and the Lannisters, hadn’t she?
For now, though, she pushed those thoughts away. Right now she was desperate for affection, for kindness. For Oberyn. She pulled away slightly, so she could gaze into his eyes...and so that he could see the desire beginning to kindle in her own. Then, with a smile, she kissed his cheek. “You are my hero, Oberyn,” she murmured. “The gods answered my prayers, and sent you to me.” Sansa then kissed him gently on the lips, body pressed close to his own, craving his warmth.
Oberyn smiled back at her, his passion stirring at the sight of her growing confidence and resolve. When her lips met his, he returned her kiss with tenderness at first, cradling her cheek in one hand while the other rested at the small of her back to hold her close. "Well," he murmured, lips parting from hers only for a moment, "Who am I to argue with the gods?"
And he kissed her again, this time with passion; his tongue beseeching entrance at the seam of her soft lips. He wanted her to know without a doubt that her desire would not go unrequited.
Sansa leaned into his touch, grateful for the tender start to this night. One hand rested on his shoulder while the other pressed against his heart, feeling that strong, reassuring rhythm. His reply made her smile, though only for a second.
Oberyn kisses her again, this time much more passionately. Her lips parted for him, eager to taste him. At the same time Sansa began to truly relax against him. Though her time in King’s Landing had left her scarred in many ways, she was determined to overcome it. To not let that trauma get in the way of what she felt for Oberyn.
This was a fresh start, a chance at a happy life. It may not have been conventional or what she had always dreamed of, but Sansa was certain that she could be more than content here in Dorne. Safe, and cared for...perhaps even loved.
As Sansa relaxed, and their kisses deepened, Oberyn allowed himself to caress her more freely; running his fingers through her hair and down the curve of her spine. His movements were slow, and gentle, as if he meant to soothe away whatever nervousness she might feel. Giving her a chance to grow accustomed to his touch, while at the same time teasing her with the promise of more.
As he stroked her hair aside, his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, bathing her skin with soft, sensual kisses. "Sweet Sansa...tell me how you feel."
Sansa hummed with happiness as his hands roamed over her body, which was just beginning to awaken. The kiss had her feeling lightheated, as if she were floating. When his lips moved from her mouth to the exposed skin on her neck, she let out a breathy sigh...almost a moan.
"I...I feel like I am in a dream," she said, voice soft and low. "Warm and happy...so very happy..."
Her hands ran down his chest, feeling the hard muscle. A prince, a warrior, a lover...and her true knight. "Tell me what you feel, too."
[ ooc: is this their first time, or no? I'm happy either way! ]
"Good," Oberyn murmured, "Nothing pleases me more than to see you happy." He let out a rumble of encouragement as he felt her begin exploring his physique, his chest swelling with pride and pleasure. She had been so scared and shy when he first met her, and in just a short time away from her captors, her confidence and sensuality was already beginning to blossom.
"I feel proud," he told her, "I know the courage it has taken you to come this far; to take your freedom into your own hands as you have done. I cannot help but to be aroused by the woman that you are becoming." He smiled as he looked up at her, cupping her backside in his palms. "You are stronger, and more beautiful than you know."
[ooc: I was thinking it might be, but knowing Oberyn, he's probably encouraged her to explore the bases, so to speak? I guess it depends what you think she'd have been comfortable with prior to now!]
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I'm into the idea of it being the "risk" factor of it, the two of them playing a kind of Russian Roulette, maybe acknowledging it during sex in a kinky kind of way. Does that work for you?]
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Illya thrusts Gaby up against the wall, burying himself inside of her with a moan. Something about escaping from a gunfight alive with no wounds makes a person want to reaffirm the fact that they are still living. They had barely gotten into the hotel room before they were on each other, kissing and taking off only the necessary clothing to facilitate their passion. Sometime mid-undress, one of them had come to their senses enough to realize that they didn't have a condom. It didn't actually stop either of them, both of them being so far gone that there was no turning back now. It will be a risk, but somehow that only heightens the thrill.
dana scully | txf
Shinonome Kon | Amatsuki
Ivar | Vikings
Valkyrie • MCU • OTA
( Honestly this is madness, no #4, #7 or #9, this baby is either an accident, a kink session gone too far, a necessity, or going to be given away. I have a problem, please send help ... 8') )
dana polk | the cabin in the woods
diana | wonder woman (2017) | f/m
mananan | heaven & hell roman company | ota
raphael ⇋ tmnt 2003 ⇌ m/f
mono ( h&h roman company )
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias | f/m
Sansa Stark | ASOIAF | f/m
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Oberyn had his reasons for smuggling Lady Sansa back to Dorne with him when he had left King's Landing, not the least of which was the satisfaction of taking her away from the Lannisters. But also because gotten to know her during their time together, and he'd realized that she had steel beneath her porcelain skin; a venom in her sweetness that warmed his blood and made his senses tingle. He believed that Sansa harbored a similar spark of passion, and he wished to offer her a chance to explore that part of herself.
Now that they were safe within the palace of Dorne, she would have the freedom to live and love as she chose; one she would have never had within the confines of the society into which she had been born. Here, though she may not be his wife in name, she and any children which might one day result from their love need not fear the scorn they might have faced in other parts of the world.
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Despite her status (a hostage in all but name), he had sought her out. Engaged her in conversation. Paid her compliments, and even flirted with her. Yes, he was older than her, but it felt nice to be treated decently again. With Oberyn, there was no disgust or judgement or mockery. So she let her guard down little by little.
That friendship turned into trust, which then turned into genuine feelings for the prince. Desperation on her part may have amplified them...but Sansa wasn't sure. The Martells were like the Starks: known for being honorable, loyal, and brave. Both their families had suffered at the hands of the Mad King and House Lannister.
In many ways, the two made perfect sense.
And now she was free.
It was Sansa's first night at the palace in Dorne. Friendly maids had helped her bathe and wash, then allowed her to relax in the warm water. Once cleaned she was dressed in cool gray sandsilk robes.
Where was she to go, now? Were the Lannisters already looking for her, ready to sweep her away again? I will take my own life before that happens, she thought angrily.
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To that end, he had procured a gift for her: a pair of daggers with sheaths that could be worn at the thigh or the ankle, or concealed within the belt of a woman's gown. He placed them in a beautiful wooden box, which he carried before him when he called upon her after she was bathed and dressed.
"You look like you have much on your mind, Lady Sansa. Shall I call again, some other time?"
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"There is no need for that. Please...come in." Sansa stepped away from the door, allowing him access. Without thought she clasped her hands in front of her, fingers twisting together. A nervous habit she had developed in King's Landing.
"Your brother...does he know I'm here?" She sounded anxious, and a little hesitant. Doran Martell had the power to send her away. If he chose to do so...well, Sansa would not blame him for putting the safety of Dorne above one Northern girl he didn't even know. "I would hate to be the cause of any discord amongst your family."
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"I thought it better to make him aware of your presence than to keep you locked away in secret," he told her, "Though he had his reservations, he agrees that you deserve whatever freedom we can offer you. I did not bring you here to make you my prisoner, after all. We will simply need to take precautions."
He smiled, and raised her knuckles to his lips. "And what better way to protect you than to remain by your side at all hours of the day...and of the night?"
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It was a relief to hear that Doran not only knew, but had given his consent for her to stay. She returned his smile, the gratitude she felt shining in her eyes. And when he kissed her knuckles color rose to her cheeks.
"I always feel safest when you're near," she confessed, voice soft. Sansa then stepped forward to pull Oberyn into a proper embrace. "...Will you stay with me tonight?" She sounded both hopeful and a little shy.
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"It would be my pleasure," he murmured, pressing his lips to her hair as he embraced her. "And I promise, nothing more will happen between us that you do not wish to happen."
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What she didn’t voice was the fact that he was the only one she trusted. Her parents were both dead. So were Bran, Rickon, and Robb. Arya had been lost the day her father had been imprisoned, and was presumed dead. Her half-brother Jon was still alive, but he had taken the black. Once a man joined the Night’s Watch, there was no going back. They were not permitted families and could not participate in politics. Even if they had had a close relationship, he wouldn’t be able to help her.
Sansa was the last true Stark. It was an incredibly lonely feeling. Thoughts of avenging her family and reclaiming Winterfell flitted through her mind. She couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, that she had to try everything in her power to make things right. She was just one girl...but she could be brave. Could be strong. She had survived Joffrey and the Lannisters, hadn’t she?
For now, though, she pushed those thoughts away. Right now she was desperate for affection, for kindness. For Oberyn. She pulled away slightly, so she could gaze into his eyes...and so that he could see the desire beginning to kindle in her own. Then, with a smile, she kissed his cheek. “You are my hero, Oberyn,” she murmured. “The gods answered my prayers, and sent you to me.” Sansa then kissed him gently on the lips, body pressed close to his own, craving his warmth.
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And he kissed her again, this time with passion; his tongue beseeching entrance at the seam of her soft lips. He wanted her to know without a doubt that her desire would not go unrequited.
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Oberyn kisses her again, this time much more passionately. Her lips parted for him, eager to taste him. At the same time Sansa began to truly relax against him. Though her time in King’s Landing had left her scarred in many ways, she was determined to overcome it. To not let that trauma get in the way of what she felt for Oberyn.
This was a fresh start, a chance at a happy life. It may not have been conventional or what she had always dreamed of, but Sansa was certain that she could be more than content here in Dorne. Safe, and cared for...perhaps even loved.
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As he stroked her hair aside, his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, bathing her skin with soft, sensual kisses. "Sweet Sansa...tell me how you feel."
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"I...I feel like I am in a dream," she said, voice soft and low. "Warm and happy...so very happy..."
Her hands ran down his chest, feeling the hard muscle. A prince, a warrior, a lover...and her true knight. "Tell me what you feel, too."
[ ooc: is this their first time, or no? I'm happy either way! ]
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"I feel proud," he told her, "I know the courage it has taken you to come this far; to take your freedom into your own hands as you have done. I cannot help but to be aroused by the woman that you are becoming." He smiled as he looked up at her, cupping her backside in his palms. "You are stronger, and more beautiful than you know."
[ooc: I was thinking it might be, but knowing Oberyn, he's probably encouraged her to explore the bases, so to speak? I guess it depends what you think she'd have been comfortable with prior to now!]
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