The Pregnant (Sex) Meme

[kinking]

The Pregnant (Sex) Meme
A meme for the kink of pregnancy, impregnation, and pregnant sex, along with all related fetishes.

The Premise • Ideas • OOC The Premise Ah, the joy of pregnancy. Many people consider it a true blessing to be able to bring. For others, admittedly, it's not exactly planned. Still, once it's done, that's one etch-a-sketch that usually can't be shaken to erase. Might as well get used to that pregnant glow. But hey, look at this way: those who are with child can find themselves with a much fuller figure, larger breasts, a higher libido...that's surely worth the surprise lactation, the sore feet, and the eventual baby- Right? You may remain yourself, or you may believe yourself to be in a completely different world, such as a modern couple starting a family or a medieval lord and lady producing an heir. The timey-wimey magic also comes in handy, as the stages of pregnancy can be jumped to at random, so no two people may be the same degree of "along." Don't think that the gender roles are so rigid here as they are in the real world, though; it wouldn't be amusing that way. Biological men can get pregnant, biological women can impregnate others...just go with it. So have fun and enjoy the new kinks in your sex life! You know, some people have a pregnancy fetish... Ideas ROLES -Impregnated: Gender neutral -The "Father:" Also gender neutral SCENARIOS -Impregnation -Breeding (aka the less happy and probably less consensual version of the above) -Just found out -Working around the bumps (aka we can't have penetrative sex, but there are other ways) -It's safe now -Constant craving (aka NEED SEX NOW and also pickles) -After the storm (aka how long has it been? or LET'S TRY FOR ANOTHER) -Sex with new additions (aka do you know how hard it is to have sex with a baby around?) -My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard (aka the lactation kink) OOC ① Comment with your character, putting the usual information in the subject line. ② Also in the subject line, put whether you want your character getting knocked up or doing the knocking up. Or both. ③ Blank comments are fine, but you may want to put what setting you prefer and what kinks you want or don't want. You can also use this form: <b>Character Name:</b> Your character's name <b>Age:</b> Your characters age. <b>Yes:</b> For kinks. <b>No:</b> For kinks. <b>Personality:</b> Your character's personality. It doesn't have to be long, just a few sentences. <b>Anything Else:</b> Got anything else to add? Add it here! ④ Comment around. Have fun and be excellent. RETURN TO TOP

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Uchiha Madara | Naruto

[historicalmight]

Character Name: Uchiha Madara
Age: mid-thirties?
Yes: pregnancy (of course), heat/breeding kinks, dub-con, non-con, mild to moderate violence, older/younger, d/s dynamics, incest, a lot of things!
No: Scat, watersports, gore. I'm pretty open, feel free to try me if there's anything in particular.
Personality: Madara has a pretty twisted mind. He's manipulative, (and in that way somewhat social,) thinks himself worth more than others, and loves power and control like a purring cat loves a warm hearth rug. He's the kind of person who doesn't seem able to feel fear, and who can hurt others with a smile.
Anything Else: This guy is naturally dominant, and rather dangerous at that, but if you have a character who wants to try to tame him (fighting for dominance, dub-con, etc.), that would be awesome too! Please indicate to me (in the tag or otherwise) what kind of relationship you're aiming for, so I can roll with it easier. :D

[truelight_soulbright]

[Allowing ninjas to hunt up their own mates from rival, enemy tribes was an arcane practice, that probably shouldn't have been allowed anymore. On the other, it kept those that became insatiable in their desire from attacking their own.

It wasn't endorsed, but it wasn't forbidden either. The kunoichi that Madara had battled to the exhaustion of her jutsu and her weaponry was soon to find that out. At the least, she'd proven herself strong, for coming from such a weak clan. If Madara succeeded in impregnating her, the child would likely be strong.

If the way she struggled against his grip even in the throes of exhaustion was any indication, though, it might not be quite so easy.] Let go of me, you bastard!

[historicalmight]

[For a clan like the Uchiha, already feared for their strength and ruthlessness, military power equalled political power. Under Madara's rule the clan had enjoyed military successes, and reached new heights in the understanding and development of their own bloodline limit. But to go beyond just a band of warriors, more than just martial prowess was a must. A child would be a lever, a foot-in with another clan and their territories.

Madara's methods might be unpolished in the eyes of civilians, but it wasn't like he'd lose sleep over being called unpolished. This would get the job done fine, and surely this kunoichi's clan wouldn't have objections to an alliance as fundamental as a mixing of bloodlines.

And then there was the thrill of the hunt to consider. This wasn't the first time he experienced it, and it wouldn't be the last. It gave him a kick like nothing else, and the fact that she was still resisting him was doing nothing to get him off the pleasant thrills of adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He was pinning her down in the tall grass, her wrists in his hands. He was repeatedly trying to force a knee in between her legs to spread them, but the fight she put up was giving him certain difficulty. He chuckled at her words, squeezed her wrists tighter in his grip to underline the fact that she was helplessly caught.]

Stop squirming so, pretty. There's nowhere to run.

[truelight_soulbright]

[To be reduced to a mere bargaining piece...no, worse than that, the mother of a bargaining piece...it was a hard fate for a kunoichi to accept. Even if any children that resulted from this mating would undoubtedly be stronger for mixing of bloodlines, it would only be because Madara had proved himself strong, and her weak.] Bastard. You goddamn bastard!

[Even if he'd fought her to this point, exhausted her and weakened her to the point of being able to pin her down, it was a thought that kept her struggling. Her body was tense as a whipcord beneath him, the muscles of her wrists and arms straining against his hold as she squirmed and struggled to break it.

But, especially after being so thoroughly beaten down, it was only a matter of time until her efforts started to weaken. Eventually, despite her efforts to keep her legs tightly closed, she moved the wrong way, and she felt Madara's knee move into place, trapping her still further.]

Damn it!

[historicalmight]

[Success. He felt his knee slide in between her thighs, and he pushed up.]

Shush, pretty.

[He hushed her in a low tone, eyes narrowed, but a bit of a playful smirk remained on his lips. Madara knew she was exhausted, could feel her weaken in his hold, and it was enough to make the stirring of arousal in him peak. With one knee already in place, it was easy to fit in his second, force her legs open wider, settled on top of her. Certain he could hold her anyway, he let go of one of her wrists at this point, freeing up his right hand. Undressing a woman neatly simply wasn't a practical options in these situations. Madara simply ripped her shirt open from the collar down, let long fingers trace over her stomach, travelling up.]

[truelight_soulbright]

[Pushing up brought his thigh snugly between her legs, pressed up against her pussy, covered as it still was by her pants. The sudden pressure against such a sensitive part of her, made all the more sensitive by her recent struggles, drew a shuddering gasp from the woman beneath him, her body bucking slightly in reply.

The moment of weakness, the moment of being overcome by her body, cost her dearly. She felt Madara's weight settle on top of her, firm and heavy and immovable, his knees spreading her wide.] N-No... [Her voice trembled with defeat, and the beginnings of fear.

It was a good psychological tactic, as well as a physical one - this close, he blocked out almost everything else. Her entire world was narrowed to the tall grass around her and the man on top of her. He was silhouetted against the sun, his features obscured, making him seem even more demonic and powerful than he had when he'd first overpowered her.

Fear was a fickle beast. It could propel the body to magnificent, unheard of feats of strength, but it could also weigh one down like chains, helpless. Elise found herself staring up at him, eyes wide with fear, heart racing in her chest, unable to move. That would give Madara the time he needed to tear her top open without resistance.

The body revealed beneath would be good for bearing children - a slender waist and taut stomach flared to wide hips, and ample breasts had been bound to her chest to stop them getting in the way of her work.

Elise felt his fingers on her body, moving up. His touch left goosebumps of mingled revulsion and unwelcome pleasure on her body.

Her expression hardened into one of rage, rage born of humiliation and helplessness. She brought her free arm around at his face - it would only have the force of a weak slap behind it now, but she turned her nails outward, hoping maybe to get a good shot at his eyes.] Don't touch me!

[historicalmight]

[That little gasp when he pressed against her, as well as the hint of fear in her voice, it went straight to his groin.

His hand travelled over her hip, up her side, landed in the groove of her waist. She was delicious to him, ripe. Distracted by her warm skin, he didn't notice her raising her hand in time to deflect it. He recoiled, but her nails still caught his cheek bone with a slight sting of pain. Madara turned his eyes back at hers, and without hesitation backhanded her across the cheek with considerable force.

For the sake of their future child, Madara (consciously, but also to a certain extent instinctively) did not want to harm her too much. He enjoyed this game, the fight in her egged him on, but for there to be a child at all, she needed to learn what happened when she didn't stay put for him.]

Settle down, pretty, you're only making this worse on yourself.

[His voice was practically a purr, and while he talked, his hand was already tugging to undo her pants.]

[truelight_soulbright]

[The blow snapped Elise's head to the side, turning her upper body as well with the force of it. She saw stars, she saw white, she saw blackness for a few seconds. When awareness returned, she tasted blood in her mouth.

She also felt Madara's hand, pulling down her pants. She knew that she should hit him again, if only to delay the seemingly inevitable moment, but her head hadn't entirely cleared. The world was still spinning in all directions. Elise wasn't even certain which way was up. All she was certain of was his weight, and his hands on her.]

Th-This is already hell...

[As she felt him succeed in getting her pants out of the way, felt warm air on her inner thighs, Elise tried another swipe. With her vision only just starting to clear, she missed him by a mile, and let out a cry of frustration as her nails missed hitting flesh. Defeated and still dazed, she collapsed back to the ground.]

[historicalmight]

[With her pants swiftly gotten out of the way and thrown aside, he was settling between her legs again. He chuckled at her second attempt at hitting him, grabbed her arm and pinned it down in the grass again for a moment. His hand almost immediately darted down again, however, sliding along her body to land on her hip and push her down, closer together. Grinding the now prominent bulge in his pants into her pussy, his breathing was already becoming laboured.]

Just think of the child I am about to give you and endure, treasure.

I can't resist a Madara...

[itachi_san]

[disregarding Obito's existence for the sake of awesomeness, hope you don't mind. Here, have an Itachi to um... use... for things...]

Itachi was shocked as he opened his eyes at all. He was dead... right? He was supposed to have died at Sasuke's feet, but somehow, something had gone terribly wrong.

He was alive, that much was certain, and his body was in an absolutely wretched condition. His sharingan were useless, broken to the point of total blindness. Disease had eaten away at his heart, his lungs, most of his other organs as well. He could barely breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt not to move...

It even hurt to think, but Itachi couldn't stop analyzing the situation he was in, trying to figure out how he survived... and who was responsible...

[historicalmight]

(ooc: Just so you know, I've never played Obito!Madara before, not even before we found out he wasn't the real Madara. I only ever played Madara from around the founding of Konoha, so I really don't feel qualified, fft. But... oh well. /spins you tales )

Sasuke thought that Itachi was dead. Madara knew this, as he had already been to talk to him. Surely that was the material point, he was certain Itachi must agree. Not that it particularly mattered to him whether Itachi agreed with him or not, but it probably would make things easier on him in the long run.

Now when Sasuke was all but set up to take care of Konoha with one grand, selfdestruct suicide mission, Madara, and Itachi, with his precious prodigy genes, would work together (as Madara saw it) in rebuilding a new clan. A fresh start. Itachi's disease was a problem to be sure, but with a little ingenuity and some skill, Madara would make the best of the time he could buy the boy.

For the moment, said boy was resting, patched up from the fight with his little brother. Madara was sitting next to him, waiting patiently for a sign of lucidity, while busying himself with some medical scrolls. Every now and then his eyes darted from the texts and diagrams, up at Itachi, watchful.

[itachi_san]

[ooc: My apologies. I should have read your profile first, but I just got so excited about seeing a Madara... well... *jumps in plot hole and doesn't look back*]

Indeed, it was quite some time before Itachi truly stirred. Wakefulness looked the same as sleep - a painful, and painfully empty black. But slowly, his other senses started to come together. A shaky hand brushed against bandages. Someone had treated his wounds... and they were probably still there.

His voice was scratchy. He coughed as he tried to speak.

"...w..why...?"

[historicalmight]

(ooc: lol, no worries, no worries. It's an incredibly easy mistake to make thanks to Kishi and his twists. ;; )

Madara looked up from his scroll yet again, quietly watching Itachi move his hand over his bandages. When the boy spoke, Madara put the scroll down, and got out of his seat to gently lift Itachi's eyelids one by one to check his sight.

"Don't work yourself up, nobody knows you're alive except me," he said while he worked. "How are you feeling? Can you see me?"

[itachi_san]

He didn't quite recognize the voice, but he knew it wasn't Sasuke. He was immediately grateful for that. The rest of the man's questions took a little longer to sink in.

"...I c...can't see anything." he answered. "I..."

He choked on his words as he jerked upright with a jarring coughing spell.

[historicalmight]

Madara had of course known Itachi would go all out in this fight, had guessed that his sharingan would get burned out along with him after such ridiculous, reckless behaviour, but he was still not too pleased that it had.

"You finally exhausted your mangekyou. Well, no matter."

If Madara needed Itachi to see again, he could give him new eyes. On the whole, however, it might be best if he didn't hand him such a destructive weapon before he was sure Itachi wouldn't try to be rash. Blindness didn't affect his DNA just as much as his illness didn't, and at this point that was what Madara needed him for.

"Here, drink this." Itachi should recognize the shape and size of the vials containing his normal medicine being pressed into his hand. "It will hardly do you much good at this point, but take it in the mean time. I'm working on something better for you."

[itachi_san]

Itachi's fingers wrapped around the vials and he instinctively gulped both doses down at once. Only when the coughing finally stopped and the familiar bitter taste started to fade away did he stop to question how much this man had to know...

"Who are you?" he asked, his face turning to where he last heard the rustling of clothing. "What do you want from me?"

Nariko Lunae | OC | M/F

[gunslingerqueen]

Character Name: Your character's name
Age: 19, (can go up or down, depending on the scenario.)
Yes: Everything on the meme list is great! Fluffy relationships or unhealthy ones would be good (only together for the child? Brought together by the oncoming baby - that sort of thing.).
No: No death, gore, or bathroom stuff.
Personality: Confident, affectionate, and cheerful, Nariko is the girl that wants to save everyone, too willing to give up her own freedom for the sake of others. On the other hand, she can be possessive, jealous, and quick to anger, though she's easily placated for the most part. Her dream is to be married and/or have kids, but her subconscious attraction to terrible relationships gets in the way of a fairy tale ending.
Anything Else: She's gonna be the knocked up one, definitely. PM with any questions or if you'd like to plot out something complicated.

Emily A. Jones| Axis Powers Nyotalia| F/M, F/Futa| Either Parent

[changedbywar]

Character Name: She mostly goes by Emily to anyone that isn't a nation. She prefers it sometimes with other nations.
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties.
Yes: Impregnation, breeding, lactation. Pretty much anything as far as the scenarios go.
No: Nothing that belongs in a toilet, no bloodplay or gore.
Personality: Emily is not just a stereotypical American woman, she is the stereotype! Blunt, sexually open, and stronger than most men twice her size. She's also emotional, affectionate, and generous. Even though she comes off as carefree and childish, she has a strong sense of responsibility, which can be overbearing to even her closest friends.

[i_can_smell_you]

Zexion wasn't even sure how this was feasible. Did it have to do with the multiple worlds he went to and being affected to their environment or was it something about his partner?

Either way it had been a couple months now and it had become clear that Zexion had become pregnant. Though Emily being as thick as she was at times he decided he had to tell her right out. He had a feeling she might just be assuming his large belly was from getting fat.

After getting her alone he spoke with a clear blush on his face, "Emily, I don't know how this is technically feasible but I am pregnant and you are the only person I have had sex with."

[changedbywar]

Emily, for her part, had been expecting something totally different when Zex had cornered her after work. He had been fun, and even though he was easy to bowl over, he was still fun. Even with his belly getting rounder, it didn't change how attractive he was to her. He probably had even noticed how she had started to dote on him even worse than before. Even becoming her favorite boy to spend time with.

Some glow she couldn't quite describe was making it so hard for her to give him privacy. She knew she was driving him nuts, and she was going crazy trying to find an explanation for her urges and control herself.

Though now, with him standing here, her hands on his hips and him telling her these things...it made sense and even then it still didn't!

"...I don't think there's a precedent." She says, rather calm, though her wide eyed stare betrays how shocked she is. "But...I believe you, Zex. And that explains why I've been so concerned with you lately."

[i_can_smell_you]

"I don't know of any precedent either but I wouldn't of told you this if I wasn't absolutely sure." Zexion was of a scientific mind so giving misinformation was just one of those things he wouldn't do to someone he cared about.

Still there were more pressing concerns, "What do you want to do from here?" It was her call whether she stayed with him or not after all. He was hoping her increased attention to him meant she wanted to stay with him more.

This was not only because of how he felt about her but also because he felt it might be safer and less embarrassing if he stayed with her versus staying in the castle.

[changedbywar]

She laughs, pulling him close and brushing his hair out of his face so she can press their foreheads together. "It's your body, babe. Though I think at your size, you can't get rid of...hmm... Of course you'd carry so I can't tell...we'll call it the baby for now." She holds him close, smiling. "But...if you want to, I'll help you out however I can. My personal check allows for some of the best, most discreet care. And I'll cook you all the best food, hell, I'll even spring for organic and enriched stuff!"

Why, yes, she is going to stay. God help what ever constitutes your soul, Zex.

[i_can_smell_you]

Well that answered his question. For a moment Zexion just stands there a bit stunned. Of course he knew Emily was a good person but it was rare for him to be around someone quite as caring and giving as her. Despite how comfortable they got for them to get into a sexual relationship it still baffled him at times.

Eventually centering his thoughts he smiled and said, "That's great to hear. I think the most important thing for me to do is to stay with you. The castle can be rather hectic and not quite the ideal situation for carrying a baby. If that would be alright."

[changedbywar]

She has the biggest smile on her face and sways a little at his request...well sways them both actually. For someone who didn't actively want a kid, she found herself taking it well. After all, she finally got to have Zexion around more often...though she would have to stick to one house...Oh well! Details she can live with and figure out.

"Mm. I think I can handle it. Though I gotta warn you, some nations instinctively now when someone is pregnant. As far as I know, I'm the only one attracted to it, but you might still get bothered by them when they come over. I can afford you a lot of privacy...just not always from my family and friends."

[i_can_smell_you]

"That I can handle. None of the nations you associate with are any worse than those at the castle. My main concern was being in a better environment for carrying."

He gave a small smile, "I have a feeling I will have a lot less stress by staying with you." Zexion hadn't noticed it before but he had a certain growing fondness for Emily and a want to be near her.