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.
He grunts softly as he feels the heel of her shoes digging into the backs
of his thighs. But he doesn't care. He moves them down the hall and presses
her against the wall, kissing her as if he was making up for lost time. He
moans when her teeth drags against his lip and pulls away a little, knowing
his hardness presses against her. There's no way she couldn't feel it.
She'd never have considered it in the past—but being pinned between Steve Rogers and a hallway wall brings with it certain myriad advantages. For one, she lets her shoulders sink against the barrier and she suddenly, wonderfully, doesn't have to do much work to simply stay present. Second, there'd no mistaking the way his erection presses into her inner thigh. At the revelation, she fidgets and squirms and grinds her body that much closer.
"Ten-four." She leans in, whispering against his ear. "Unless you're prepared to take me here and now."
The smoky voice in his ear has Steve burying his face in her neck, inhaling
her perfume again. He rocks against her a few times ,grinding against her
as he lets his hands explore her sides and back. As confident as he was in
hauling her up into his arms and pressing her against the wall, his hands
are gentle, still exploring her. He presses a few open mouthed kisses along
her neck and nuzzles beneath her ear.
"As much fun as it'd be against the wall, I'd hate to ruin your nice dress."
He pulls her away and carries her into the bedroom; their bedroom.
Her legs tighten by degrees. Anchored and eager, she wraps herself around him and drapes arms over his wide, strong shoulders. Her fingers find the nape of his neck, toying with a patch of hair and offering the odd gentle tug.
Peggy leans in—nips at his ear—and says, "sod the dress."
But it makes little difference. He's whisking her bedwards. And she won't complain, kicking a heel off halfway down the hall and another just as they enter their room. Peggy rears back far enough to kiss him, tasting his mouth fully and completely.
Sod the dress. He hears it too late but the words send a shiver down his
spine anyway. He shuts the door to their room and pins her against the
door. His hands let go and bunch up the soft fabric of her dress, his need
for her running hot through his veins. Steve moans into her kiss and kisses
her back, letting her take the lead. His hands twitch and he pulls on the
fabric, barely hearing the buttons pop and the fabric rip.
Next thing he knows, he's moving and rocking against her silk, pressing her
into the door over and over again.
There's something scintillating in hearing one's own clothing rip and tear under a lover's impatience. Buttons skitter over their parquet floor and the dark blue material falls, in tatters, at Steve's feet. Once she's sobered up from all these hormones she might (might) regret the torn frock, but it's unlikely. It's far lovelier to feel him close and near and suddenly she's tugging at his shirt. And coaxing it over his head. She wants skin on skin.
Peggy's knickers match her bra: a navy so dark it might as well be black, scalloped with lace edging. Fashion and function wrapped into one. Not that the fashionable nature of her undergarments are registering, just now, as Steve grinds himself against her body. Her nails track red, eager lines over his shoulders and down his chest and Peggy hoists her body a little higher on his hips so she can dig her hand down between them and fumble with his fly.
"Something's revved your engine," she teases between kisses.
He shrugs out of his shirt easily, then pulls off the undershirt to feel
her against him.
"Ah!" he gasps out, feeling the sharp bite of her nails along his skin.
It serves to spur him on even more, almost missing her tease. At this
angle, he's able to reach between them and help her with his fly, pushing
his pants and shorts down as well. Hell, he's held a motorcycle over his
head before. Holding Peggy up against the door is no problem for him. Her
lingerie would have him drooling on most days.
"Just need you. Not letting a day go by without letting you know that I
love you." That he wants her. And the next time he sees her grey and
wrinkled, he'd be right there with her, just as grey, just as wrinkled.
He's not the only impatient creature. Peggy, grabbing onto his erection, offers a few short strokes—a testing, teasing touch to draw a few sounds past his lips. All before she relies on him (entirely) to keep her steady as she hitches her skirt up her thighs. She doesn't bother doing more than pushing her knickers aside before, eager as you like, guiding him inside.
A soft, soulful hiss. She tightens her legs around him and raises a palm to steady it on his bare chest. Once upon a time, she'd touched it so lightly—so curiously—and now she grabs a handful of pec muscle, gripping in for balance and leverage as she grinds down on him.
Her grip is sure and has Steve leaking all over her fingers in anticipation
of more. More moans fall from his lips and he easily keeps her up and
against the door with an arm around her waist.
"P-Peggy!" he gasps out when he's lined up and is guided within her wet,
hot depths.
Steve buries his face in her neck and moans, going at a slow pace; inch by
inch he sinks into her until he's fully seated within her. He pants harshly
and gives a breathless chuckle when he feels her hand squeezing at his
chest. He rocks gently when he's fully within her, testing to see if she
would be ready for him to move more.
Her name on his lips has a tendency to drive her wild. It prickles at what's left of her patience and erodes it away by attrition. Her fingers knot and twist and tangle in the hair at the back of his head and she loses herself a little in this effortless means of fucking him. Not a foot on the ground and only him to anchor her—only him to pin her in place, thrusting inside with such a maddeningly slow, responsible pace.
The serum did a lot for Steve Rogers. It made him bigger, stronger, and brimming over with stamina. But it didn't change the thoughtful man beneath—or the way he proceeds with equal parts enthusiasm and loving caution. Peggy's grip on his body suggests she might want him to hurry up, but she'll be grateful later when his caution lets the whole event last longer.
"Go on," she pleads, "fuck me."
Her voice curls around the curse. Bringing it to happy, loving life.
He groans, the sound filling up the hole room and his hips buck, thrusting
into her. Steve holds an arm around her waist and brace himself with his
free hand against the door. He pulls back enough to watch her face as he
starts a rhythm.
He knows what she's asking for and hell, he wants it too. Steve tightens
his hold around her waist and thrusts into her again, harder this time,
pushing her against the door. He draws out at the same maddening slow pace
that he had first entered her with then slams into her. None of it requires
any more effort than picking up a book. But looking into Peggy's eyes,
seeing this gorgeous woman in his arms and feeling her wet heat around him
has his hips lose rhythm here and there, bucking and thrusting into her.
It's a treat to experience it all practically perched on him—at the whim of gravity and the strength in his arms. Peggy's eyes are half-lidded, heavy with pleasure, as he pins her between him and the door. Her hands roam his spine, his back. Tugging and tracing sweet, loving lines.
—But it all gives way to something primal when he slams inside. Tenderness gives way to appetite and heedless, happy desire. Her voice lifts above his, ragged and whimpering. A chorus of yes, yes, yes as she wraps her legs tighter around his body and ruts back against his thrusts. Her hips roll, again and again, to meet his.
And she chases a kiss only to drag her lips along his jaw and whisper in his ear.
He reaches between them, something that Natasha so helpfully had informed
him when she swore that he was a one and done sort of man, and seeks out
the nerves that would make this feel even more pleasurable. His thrusts go
deeper, harder, and his fingers brush against her clit, rubbing hard in
time with his thrusts. He wants to see her reach that pleasure within her.
Steve leans and kisses along her collarbone and up to her neck, sucking
bruises that she'll no doubt need to cover up tomorrow when they go into
the office.
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He grunts softly as he feels the heel of her shoes digging into the backs of his thighs. But he doesn't care. He moves them down the hall and presses her against the wall, kissing her as if he was making up for lost time. He moans when her teeth drags against his lip and pulls away a little, knowing his hardness presses against her. There's no way she couldn't feel it.
"Bedroom?"
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"Ten-four." She leans in, whispering against his ear. "Unless you're prepared to take me here and now."
Peggy sounds impatient.
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The smoky voice in his ear has Steve burying his face in her neck, inhaling her perfume again. He rocks against her a few times ,grinding against her as he lets his hands explore her sides and back. As confident as he was in hauling her up into his arms and pressing her against the wall, his hands are gentle, still exploring her. He presses a few open mouthed kisses along her neck and nuzzles beneath her ear.
"As much fun as it'd be against the wall, I'd hate to ruin your nice dress."
He pulls her away and carries her into the bedroom; their bedroom.
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Peggy leans in—nips at his ear—and says, "sod the dress."
But it makes little difference. He's whisking her bedwards. And she won't complain, kicking a heel off halfway down the hall and another just as they enter their room. Peggy rears back far enough to kiss him, tasting his mouth fully and completely.
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Sod the dress. He hears it too late but the words send a shiver down his spine anyway. He shuts the door to their room and pins her against the door. His hands let go and bunch up the soft fabric of her dress, his need for her running hot through his veins. Steve moans into her kiss and kisses her back, letting her take the lead. His hands twitch and he pulls on the fabric, barely hearing the buttons pop and the fabric rip.
Next thing he knows, he's moving and rocking against her silk, pressing her into the door over and over again.
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Peggy's knickers match her bra: a navy so dark it might as well be black, scalloped with lace edging. Fashion and function wrapped into one. Not that the fashionable nature of her undergarments are registering, just now, as Steve grinds himself against her body. Her nails track red, eager lines over his shoulders and down his chest and Peggy hoists her body a little higher on his hips so she can dig her hand down between them and fumble with his fly.
"Something's revved your engine," she teases between kisses.
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He shrugs out of his shirt easily, then pulls off the undershirt to feel her against him.
"Ah!" he gasps out, feeling the sharp bite of her nails along his skin.
It serves to spur him on even more, almost missing her tease. At this angle, he's able to reach between them and help her with his fly, pushing his pants and shorts down as well. Hell, he's held a motorcycle over his head before. Holding Peggy up against the door is no problem for him. Her lingerie would have him drooling on most days.
"Just need you. Not letting a day go by without letting you know that I love you." That he wants her. And the next time he sees her grey and wrinkled, he'd be right there with her, just as grey, just as wrinkled.
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A soft, soulful hiss. She tightens her legs around him and raises a palm to steady it on his bare chest. Once upon a time, she'd touched it so lightly—so curiously—and now she grabs a handful of pec muscle, gripping in for balance and leverage as she grinds down on him.
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Her grip is sure and has Steve leaking all over her fingers in anticipation of more. More moans fall from his lips and he easily keeps her up and against the door with an arm around her waist.
"P-Peggy!" he gasps out when he's lined up and is guided within her wet, hot depths.
Steve buries his face in her neck and moans, going at a slow pace; inch by inch he sinks into her until he's fully seated within her. He pants harshly and gives a breathless chuckle when he feels her hand squeezing at his chest. He rocks gently when he's fully within her, testing to see if she would be ready for him to move more.
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The serum did a lot for Steve Rogers. It made him bigger, stronger, and brimming over with stamina. But it didn't change the thoughtful man beneath—or the way he proceeds with equal parts enthusiasm and loving caution. Peggy's grip on his body suggests she might want him to hurry up, but she'll be grateful later when his caution lets the whole event last longer.
"Go on," she pleads, "fuck me."
Her voice curls around the curse. Bringing it to happy, loving life.
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He groans, the sound filling up the hole room and his hips buck, thrusting into her. Steve holds an arm around her waist and brace himself with his free hand against the door. He pulls back enough to watch her face as he starts a rhythm.
He knows what she's asking for and hell, he wants it too. Steve tightens his hold around her waist and thrusts into her again, harder this time, pushing her against the door. He draws out at the same maddening slow pace that he had first entered her with then slams into her. None of it requires any more effort than picking up a book. But looking into Peggy's eyes, seeing this gorgeous woman in his arms and feeling her wet heat around him has his hips lose rhythm here and there, bucking and thrusting into her.
"Peggy..." he moans deeply.
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—But it all gives way to something primal when he slams inside. Tenderness gives way to appetite and heedless, happy desire. Her voice lifts above his, ragged and whimpering. A chorus of yes, yes, yes as she wraps her legs tighter around his body and ruts back against his thrusts. Her hips roll, again and again, to meet his.
And she chases a kiss only to drag her lips along his jaw and whisper in his ear.
"God, I love you."
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"I love you too! Peggy!"
He reaches between them, something that Natasha so helpfully had informed him when she swore that he was a one and done sort of man, and seeks out the nerves that would make this feel even more pleasurable. His thrusts go deeper, harder, and his fingers brush against her clit, rubbing hard in time with his thrusts. He wants to see her reach that pleasure within her. Steve leans and kisses along her collarbone and up to her neck, sucking bruises that she'll no doubt need to cover up tomorrow when they go into the office.