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.
[ Her advisors, men with whom her father had entrusted his life and who had stayed loyal to him even when he lost it, told her she needs an heir. they specified nothing further.
Snow White understands their concerns. Though the deed is not far enough behind her to be legend, the fact that it was her blade alone that slew the wicked queen - so wicked that her downfall had been a heart - matters little to the surrounding kingdoms. In the eyes of men, her solitude serves as weakness and inability to govern her domain without a strong hand to guide her. At best, there will be veiled machinations to broker a marriage between her and a king's son - or an aged king himself. At the worst, she faces assassination attempts. Strife, bloodshed, open war; such is often the way of men. While she no longer runs from battle, she cannot risk the still-fragile peace of her people. Above all things, this she will not allow as queen.
So, in this trepidation, she returns to the place she once found refuge when she was half-mad with newfound freedom and men had failed her.
Yet this is not a social call with royalty. That had come earlier in lofty halls with a scant few others present. Now they are in his chambers and she doesn't wear her crown. Without it, she might favor more the girl who'd escaped hell and carried its fear with her.
Except in the eyes. ]
I wouldn't want to ask anyone else.
[ Until they, too, soften. ]
[ or choose your own adventure/set your own starter!
You don't know what you're asking. I'm not what you see. In reality, I look different, I am ..
[Somebody from bedtime stories parents tell their children at night, Loki does NOT say aloud. He was not going to have a monster bastard castaway like himself--
unless she really wanted a monster bastard like Loki. A runt. A dwarf frost giant. Hah! Why not. If she wanted one. Her problem. may as well.]
[Okay, let's say this is kind of all of them--Sakuya captures a vampire hunter and Remilia orders her to knock up the prisoner for whatever reason? I can start, just wanted to run a specific scenario by you in case you wanted to make any changes.]
[Akame is about as skilled as a purely human swordswoman can be. But that's just skill with a sword. At the best of times, when she's up against someone with more special abilities, it's an obstacle she has to get creative to overcome. And she obviously had a plan for coming at Remilia Scarlet. But nobody had warned her that the Scarlets' maid was also their best bodyguard, much less about the woman's powers. There was no fight. She just moved to draw her sword, and suddenly it was gone. A split second after that, she was falling over, wrists and ankles tied.
The blackout after that was probably just unconsciousness, considering how Akame feels as she wakes up in her cell. The aching implies she's been in this position--hands still bound behind her back--for a while, and even after she shakes her head and decides she doesn't have a concussion, she feels dizzy and weak. Scarlet must have fed off of her. In that case, she's not sure whether or not it's a good sign that she's still alive.
Answers to that might be forthcoming, at least. It's dark in here, but through the bars to her cell she can see a figure facing her that she can only assume is the maid. She grunts a little with discomfort as she tries to sit up.]
[hi there. would you be interested in Cain? if so, I'm leaning toward 2, 3, or 6. maybe 7. do you have any other preferences, or thoughts re: an assumed CR situation?]
( Definitely yes to a Cain! I havenโt caught up on Starfighter in a year or so, but I definitely enjoyed it. All those prompts sound good, though!
He could be a client, or someoneโs whoโs known her since her days as a prostitute and uses that knowledge to sort of blackmail her into certain situations? Though Iโm fine with anything, really. )
[I've only read the first couple chapters of Gangsta, so I'm not 100% confident AUing into it, but I think I get the basic setting! kind of winging it otherwise. let me know if you want anything changed!]
[In a place like this, crime is everywhere. It collects like condensation on a glass window to be wiped away, to gather again, to be wiped away. It's an inevitable place for someone to go and find their death -- and yet far better than where he was headed. An open, corrupted prison is better than a prison that's no more than a dark pit in the ground. So what if there's a leash around his throat. So what if he can hardly breathe most nights.
By the time he's found her on the street, the sun is going down in a glare of dying light. This close to winter, it's a brilliant shine on the horizon and Cain can't look straight ahead without having to squint through it. The air is bitter with the first suggestion of chill, but it won't get truly cold for at least another month. The weight of his jacket on his shoulders is a ward against it. The cigarette he's smoking has burnt itself down to a faint red glow; he drops it, grinds his heel in finality. And then she's there.
A situation like this is half opportunity, half intuition, all parts intent. It's not like he was following her home. It's not like he was planning this for a while, because he really wasn't, but as soon as he sees her the urge has unfolded in his mind like a well-worn script. It makes sense because there's anger fueling it, stick and black, worse than hot tar.
Cain moves quickly. He steps out of the crook of a corner to grab one of those slender wrists. In brutal precision, he's wrenched her forward into the darker alley space, and then driven her back against the wall. His palm closes over her mouth, until he's sure she won't scream.]
Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?
[Alex will remember him, even if it was the context of client confidentiality. He doesn't care. They haven't fucked in almost half a year, because she disappeared off the streets, but that's not really an excuse in his mind.]
[ By now, Alex knew better than to be out on the streets when the sun was setting, but she had a few errands to run while Nicholas and Worick were out. Worick had told her that he was running out of Pall Malls moments before he rushed out the door with Nicholas in tow, gripping his katana. She wanted them to come home to a warm meal with the seasons changing because she knew they would most likely be tired when they returned. Quite possibly even injured.
Ergastulum is not a good place, and Alex is proof of this statement - a former prostitute and a drug addict, the latter, not exactly her choice. But with Barry now dead she had been liberated, given a roof over her head and a new life that ultimately would be her downfall eventually. She should have known better than to meddle in other peopleโs affairs, too. Again she was not given a choice, thrown into something bigger than an ignorant ex-prostitute could ever bear.
She's hurriedly making her way back to Benriya on a race against dying sunlight when Cain captures her. Her surprise gives away to immediate fear once her back is against the wall. Not many of her prior clients remembered her - she was hardly ever viewed as a person when it came down to paying for sex, but she knew Cain. He always came back after a while, and this time she identified with his words alone that he hardly had any plans of leaving. Though her time spent with her new coworkers gives her some courage, and despite the hand over her mouth she beats closed fists at his shoulders. She's changed.
The Alex he once knew would have just taken it; gone limp and would have begged for forgiveness for being tardy all this time. She's hardly any stronger, though, she is well aware that her fists were just bouncing off his body. She has to try. She wants to scream but it felt like she had just swallowed lead. ]
[He's never been an ordinary client, content to pay for a quick fuck and walk away, satisfied with a one-sided transaction of bodily lust. Since the start, he had fixated on Alex as more than an outlet of warm, soft skin to be used for self-pleasure. The fixation bordered a line of obsession, to a point where he wanted to know where she was, what she was doing, who she was fucking. Cain could disappear for weeks at a time, but he was always back, and he always went to her.
It's not his fault. Of all the shitty criminals in this hellhole of a place, Alex was one of the few things he ever looked forward to at the end of another pointless day. It's not his fault she's so pretty, that she bends so easily under his hands, that she lets him do what he wants. She offered a strange, twisted source of comfort in a bleak world, even if it came down to an exchange of money in the end. He hadn't cared.
Now, though, the fight she exercises is a pleasant surprise. A smirk breaks across his lips, darkly amused.]
Why? I just wanna know where you've been, Alex. Haven't seen you in months.
[Those fists are weak against his chest. He likes seeing her this fiery, even if it needles at a possessive corner of his mind. Who inspired that in her? Why hadn't it been him?]
We should catch up. [Looming close, he delivers a deceptively chaste kiss to her bow-shaped lips.] C'mon. My place isn't far from here.
[ It had probably been her fault for being so lenient to him, and all clients before him - Alex is the most favored out of Barry's whores for because of sincerity; her kindness to them, even after they would beat her afterward, or even when they were less than gentle. She would always smile and hold back her tears until they left, say "thank you" for their service. Alex stopped fighting their advances a long time ago when she knew all that would result in another beating. She knew quite easily with his strength alone that Cain could do more than bruise her.
She also knew by now with all his visiting, that he only wanted her.
He was another reason why Alex dared not to be caught alone out and about after a particular time. Even daylight was not entirely safe, and it hardly mattered if the woman wasn't a prostitute. She had a hole and most men, Tagged and human alike were more than willing to objectify her for base desires in a dark alley somewhere.
Ergastulum is not a safe place. Not for women, children or even the Tagged that roamed this literal hell on Earth. No one was guaranteed a tomorrow, and that thought alone made a thrill of fear roll down her spine. Cain was not only obsessed, but Alex was well aware of his avarice. Most clients had a favorite girl they liked to come back to - someone that met specific fetishes or obscenities - but Cain had very little than utter possessiveness. She could read it evidently in his eyes, that hungry look that made her skin crawl. ]
Cain...
[ "Please stop." Is what she wanted to say, but his lips against her own in a tenderness that surprises her makes her head grow muddled. Confused and bewildered, Alex can only shake her head slowly, her temples pounding in a growing migraine. ]
... I'm not one of Barry's girls anymore, Cain. I have to go.
[Gentleness is dangerous. Kindness is like a fly's trap, honey in the nest of Ergastulum. Of course it draws in vermin. Cain's always known that other men like Alex as much as he does, and that's not something he can change, no matter how often he puts his hands on her body in an effort to erase all the other touches once laid there.
She's not Barry's girl anymore.]
Heard about that. Someone finally killed him? Bastard had it coming.
[His intensity cools to something more controlled, more manageable. A siren's lull before a storm. Cain's like that - he burns so hot so fast, and his moods are unpredictable, crashing against the walls of a volatile temperament. He doesn't grab her again, at least not by the wrist, not with the strength he'd first used to drag her into the dark and narrow alley. He's not just some asshole looking for anyone to bend over against a wall. He's looking for Alex.
So Cain sets a hand on her shoulder and steers her back toward the street. The sky has darkened to a cool blue, details blended into shadow. There aren't many streetlights here. Not enough to illuminate the avenue.]
You've got at least an hour for me. Right? [As he leads them, his palm slides off her shoulder and loops around her waist, arm rigid as a steel bar as he holds her up against his side. Tucked in close.] I told you, I wanted to see you. I'm not going to pay for it, unless you want me to.
[If only his voice wasn't so low, if only there wasn't that sinister suggestion in everything. If only he wasn't holding her waist so tight his bicep is flexed and hard against the soft slope of her back.]
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thor | mcu | m/f
arthur curry | dceu | m/f
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p. parker | mcu | m/f
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota
[ Her advisors, men with whom her father had entrusted his life and who had stayed loyal to him even when he lost it, told her she needs an heir. they specified nothing further.
Snow White understands their concerns. Though the deed is not far enough behind her to be legend, the fact that it was her blade alone that slew the wicked queen - so wicked that her downfall had been a heart - matters little to the surrounding kingdoms. In the eyes of men, her solitude serves as weakness and inability to govern her domain without a strong hand to guide her. At best, there will be veiled machinations to broker a marriage between her and a king's son - or an aged king himself. At the worst, she faces assassination attempts. Strife, bloodshed, open war; such is often the way of men. While she no longer runs from battle, she cannot risk the still-fragile peace of her people. Above all things, this she will not allow as queen.
So, in this trepidation, she returns to the place she once found refuge when she was half-mad with newfound freedom and men had failed her.
Yet this is not a social call with royalty. That had come earlier in lofty halls with a scant few others present. Now they are in his chambers and she doesn't wear her crown. Without it, she might favor more the girl who'd escaped hell and carried its fear with her.
Except in the eyes. ]
I wouldn't want to ask anyone else.
[ Until they, too, soften. ]
Re: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ( snow white and the huntsman ) ota
[Somebody from bedtime stories parents tell their children at night, Loki does NOT say aloud. He was not going to have a monster bastard castaway like himself--
unless she really wanted a monster bastard like Loki. A runt. A dwarf frost giant. Hah! Why not. If she wanted one. Her problem. may as well.]
belle โ beauty and the beast (2017) โ f/m
shuri | mcu
milo | pompeii | m/f
Nickov // Original Character // M/M
Rey || Star Wars || F/M
Greed | FMA | ota
Kyouka Jirou | My Hero Academia | F/F
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The blackout after that was probably just unconsciousness, considering how Akame feels as she wakes up in her cell. The aching implies she's been in this position--hands still bound behind her back--for a while, and even after she shakes her head and decides she doesn't have a concussion, she feels dizzy and weak. Scarlet must have fed off of her. In that case, she's not sure whether or not it's a good sign that she's still alive.
Answers to that might be forthcoming, at least. It's dark in here, but through the bars to her cell she can see a figure facing her that she can only assume is the maid. She grunts a little with discomfort as she tries to sit up.]
...how?
Gaige | Borderlands | ota
Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias | f/m
Lenalee Lee | D. Gray-man | f/m
Alex Benedetto | GANGSTA | OTA 21+
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He could be a client, or someoneโs whoโs known her since her days as a prostitute and uses that knowledge to sort of blackmail her into certain situations? Though Iโm fine with anything, really. )
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[In a place like this, crime is everywhere. It collects like condensation on a glass window to be wiped away, to gather again, to be wiped away. It's an inevitable place for someone to go and find their death -- and yet far better than where he was headed. An open, corrupted prison is better than a prison that's no more than a dark pit in the ground. So what if there's a leash around his throat. So what if he can hardly breathe most nights.
By the time he's found her on the street, the sun is going down in a glare of dying light. This close to winter, it's a brilliant shine on the horizon and Cain can't look straight ahead without having to squint through it. The air is bitter with the first suggestion of chill, but it won't get truly cold for at least another month. The weight of his jacket on his shoulders is a ward against it. The cigarette he's smoking has burnt itself down to a faint red glow; he drops it, grinds his heel in finality. And then she's there.
A situation like this is half opportunity, half intuition, all parts intent. It's not like he was following her home. It's not like he was planning this for a while, because he really wasn't, but as soon as he sees her the urge has unfolded in his mind like a well-worn script. It makes sense because there's anger fueling it, stick and black, worse than hot tar.
Cain moves quickly. He steps out of the crook of a corner to grab one of those slender wrists. In brutal precision, he's wrenched her forward into the darker alley space, and then driven her back against the wall. His palm closes over her mouth, until he's sure she won't scream.]
Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?
[Alex will remember him, even if it was the context of client confidentiality. He doesn't care. They haven't fucked in almost half a year, because she disappeared off the streets, but that's not really an excuse in his mind.]
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[ By now, Alex knew better than to be out on the streets when the sun was setting, but she had a few errands to run while Nicholas and Worick were out. Worick had told her that he was running out of Pall Malls moments before he rushed out the door with Nicholas in tow, gripping his katana. She wanted them to come home to a warm meal with the seasons changing because she knew they would most likely be tired when they returned. Quite possibly even injured.
Ergastulum is not a good place, and Alex is proof of this statement - a former prostitute and a drug addict, the latter, not exactly her choice. But with Barry now dead she had been liberated, given a roof over her head and a new life that ultimately would be her downfall eventually. She should have known better than to meddle in other peopleโs affairs, too. Again she was not given a choice, thrown into something bigger than an ignorant ex-prostitute could ever bear.
She's hurriedly making her way back to Benriya on a race against dying sunlight when Cain captures her. Her surprise gives away to immediate fear once her back is against the wall. Not many of her prior clients remembered her - she was hardly ever viewed as a person when it came down to paying for sex, but she knew Cain. He always came back after a while, and this time she identified with his words alone that he hardly had any plans of leaving. Though her time spent with her new coworkers gives her some courage, and despite the hand over her mouth she beats closed fists at his shoulders. She's changed.
The Alex he once knew would have just taken it; gone limp and would have begged for forgiveness for being tardy all this time. She's hardly any stronger, though, she is well aware that her fists were just bouncing off his body. She has to try. She wants to scream but it felt like she had just swallowed lead. ]
... let go.
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It's not his fault. Of all the shitty criminals in this hellhole of a place, Alex was one of the few things he ever looked forward to at the end of another pointless day. It's not his fault she's so pretty, that she bends so easily under his hands, that she lets him do what he wants. She offered a strange, twisted source of comfort in a bleak world, even if it came down to an exchange of money in the end. He hadn't cared.
Now, though, the fight she exercises is a pleasant surprise. A smirk breaks across his lips, darkly amused.]
Why? I just wanna know where you've been, Alex. Haven't seen you in months.
[Those fists are weak against his chest. He likes seeing her this fiery, even if it needles at a possessive corner of his mind. Who inspired that in her? Why hadn't it been him?]
We should catch up. [Looming close, he delivers a deceptively chaste kiss to her bow-shaped lips.] C'mon. My place isn't far from here.
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She also knew by now with all his visiting, that he only wanted her.
He was another reason why Alex dared not to be caught alone out and about after a particular time. Even daylight was not entirely safe, and it hardly mattered if the woman wasn't a prostitute. She had a hole and most men, Tagged and human alike were more than willing to objectify her for base desires in a dark alley somewhere.
Ergastulum is not a safe place. Not for women, children or even the Tagged that roamed this literal hell on Earth. No one was guaranteed a tomorrow, and that thought alone made a thrill of fear roll down her spine. Cain was not only obsessed, but Alex was well aware of his avarice. Most clients had a favorite girl they liked to come back to - someone that met specific fetishes or obscenities - but Cain had very little than utter possessiveness. She could read it evidently in his eyes, that hungry look that made her skin crawl. ]
Cain...
[ "Please stop." Is what she wanted to say, but his lips against her own in a tenderness that surprises her makes her head grow muddled. Confused and bewildered, Alex can only shake her head slowly, her temples pounding in a growing migraine. ]
... I'm not one of Barry's girls anymore, Cain. I have to go.
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She's not Barry's girl anymore.]
Heard about that. Someone finally killed him? Bastard had it coming.
[His intensity cools to something more controlled, more manageable. A siren's lull before a storm. Cain's like that - he burns so hot so fast, and his moods are unpredictable, crashing against the walls of a volatile temperament. He doesn't grab her again, at least not by the wrist, not with the strength he'd first used to drag her into the dark and narrow alley. He's not just some asshole looking for anyone to bend over against a wall. He's looking for Alex.
So Cain sets a hand on her shoulder and steers her back toward the street. The sky has darkened to a cool blue, details blended into shadow. There aren't many streetlights here. Not enough to illuminate the avenue.]
You've got at least an hour for me. Right? [As he leads them, his palm slides off her shoulder and loops around her waist, arm rigid as a steel bar as he holds her up against his side. Tucked in close.] I told you, I wanted to see you. I'm not going to pay for it, unless you want me to.
[If only his voice wasn't so low, if only there wasn't that sinister suggestion in everything. If only he wasn't holding her waist so tight his bicep is flexed and hard against the soft slope of her back.]
Loki Odinson | MCU | OTA
Stephanie Rogers/Captain America | MCU | f/m
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Danaerys | GoT | f/m
Haley Moore | Supernatural OC
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Mystique | X-Men Movies (Original Trilogy)
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M