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.
[Cassian sat outside the closed door, staring at his clasped hands.
He wasn't even supposed to be alive. He wasn't supposed to outlive all those others. This new world that was dawning… By rights, he had no place in it. What he'd done to help it happen should have cast him out.
But Jyn. Jyn was glad he was alive. Don't think about what he didn't deserve. She deserved everything, he wanted her to have everything good in the universe. If she counted him as one of them, if there was anything in him to give her, …good.
This, though…
They'd both been orphaned. For her especially: more times over than most even had parents. They shared the same understanding of the universe. How could they trust it enough to… Accepting love was already willing insanity, denial of the inevitable, for two far more intimate with loss…
But it's not just about you. Not his judgment on himself. Not any of it.
[Jyn still couldn't quite wrap her head around it.
At first, she just assumed that the fatigue she felt was due to exhaustion catching up with her. She had managed years on the run subsisting on adrenaline and very little actual rest, so maybe … this was just her body's way of telling her that it was time to slow down for a little while.
Once the intermittent sickness began, however, she began to suspect that the cause was something else entirely. Still, when their suspicions were confirmed, it was a shock.
The universe worked in funny ways, it seemed, and had funny timing. Jyn wondered sometimes if this little gift was somehow supposed to make up for all the loss she and Cassian had faced.
Some days, it felt almost like the dream of someday having a family that had died long ago was resurrecting itself. Some, she felt hopeful. But some, she lost herself in the worry that she didn't know the first thing about being a mother, that it wasn't fair to try to raise a baby in the universe that they currently occupied, that Cassian was only staying out of some feeling of obligation because this …
Wasn't what either one of them had really ever anticipated for themselves.
Today felt a little like one of those walking-on-broken-glass days, not that she had any idea why. She stepped out from the 'fresher, face clammy from the cold water she'd splashed on it, still green around the metaphorical gills.
Jyn tried to smile reassuringly, but felt as though she failed miserably.]
[He looked up when the door opened, and was standing by the time she stepped out.]
Everything okay? Can I get you anything?
[She'd gone into the 'fresher 'cause she hadn't felt entirely well. And he…
He knew some of her fears. They were inevitable. He had some same ones, himself. He hated having her pick up on his fears, but he had promised (himself as well as her) that he would never, never lie to her again. That, as far as he was concerned, included hiding from her.
So he let her see it when he was afraid. Even though it killed him when he saw it reflected back at him in her eyes, and wasn't sure how she was interpreting his fear. If she thought… what did she think…?
Yet he could hardly bring himself to say it aloud. He had once and hated to repeat it. They knew it already so well, it was foolish to keep saying… and felt like challenging, daring the universe to make it so…
(Even though it doesn't care, it doesn't hear, you know this, not even to be vengeful…)
His terror that, because of his involvement, somehow, this would go horribly wrong; and the child would die; and Jyn could die.
He tried not to, tried not to lose her to the fear of losing her… but dammit he did. He feared losing her so much it hurt. And while he believed in her, trusted her, to know how to protect herself from almost everything… this was something entirely… else. For both of them.]
[Jyn wished that she and Cassian were comfortable enough to do the normal things that couples were supposed to do when expecting a baby. Like ... discussing names. Or pondering which parent the infant would take after more.
Instead, everything still felt clinical and a little unreal. Jyn was doing plenty of research, could use logic to tell herself that being sick like this was perfectly normal because her body was adapting and changing to accommodate the tiny life they had created.
She knew to trust her instincts, that she would know if something was wrong. And for the moment - physically speaking - nothing was.
Jyn shook her head gently and reached for Cassian's hand to hold. Despite the fear they shared that somehow, this was all going to go wrong, it still gave her great comfort to share contact. To know that whatever happened, she wasn't alone.]
I'm fine - [She started, offering a gentle squeeze of his fingers, reassuring.] Do you think you could see if there's any soup left over from last night's dinner? The broth with the dumplings? I think I could hold some of that down ...
[Jyn felt an immense gratitude that Cassian was opening himself up to her and exposing his fears and worries. That, too, made her feel not so alone in her own. Still, she wished that she could somehow reassure him that all the horrible things he was imagining weren't going to come to pass, that the universe wasn't conspiring to give them this precious little gift only to punish him by taking it (and her) away.
She just ... didn't know how. Couldn't find the words. Feared that there was no real, tangible way to prove it.
Jyn cleared her nearly closed throat, offering another quick squeeze.]
I think you and I should talk.
(I made this even later worrying too much time had passed already, but can't resist, if wanted<3)
[…of course, maybe being scared shitless was 'normal'. Neither of them had feared their own death in years. (In a lifetime.) The fear was of losing one another. And, now, in a whole new way, losing someone they didn't even know yet.
He was reaching back almost before she did. Their hands folded together, fingers intertwining, so instantly and instinctively, every time. He gave them an extra squeeze before nodding and starting to let go again, to go look for the soup. Even the briefest handhold was always welcome. They might never stop needing the anchor, the reminder, of each other for the rest of their lives. (It wasn't distrust of one another. It was distrust of reality. They'd stand together against it every time they could.)
But then her fingers tightened again before he could leave; he was turning again to her, also almost before her physical cue for it. I think you and I should talk. He didn't waste time looking confused or fearful or anything at all. He just nodded and sat again, eyes fixed on hers, unwavering, unblinking, seeking and offering.
He didn't try to preempt or ask. He just waited and gave. All of himself, in every dimension of this strange universe, was there, fixed on—offering it all to her. For whatever came next.]
[They had both learned painful lessons early in life - had seen with their own eyes how unpredictable the universe could be. What was there to be scared of when it was just a fact that death was an inevitability? Jyn wasn't scared for herself - but she was terrified at the prospect of losing Cassian.
And now, there was this new little life - still developing - to think about. She had never before cared about staying on the straight and narrow, but now ... Jyn worried about stepping even one toe out of line, whether or not each and every decision she made and action she took would mean consequences their unborn child would face.
It was exhausting, living so much in her head. And it wasn't fair to Cassian to keep those fears to herself rather than share them and try to work through them together or - just offer each other the reassurance that they were all going to be okay as long as they continued facing all challenges together.
Jyn was grateful for the comfort of the squeeze (a silent reminder that he was there as steadfastly as he'd ever been and always would be) but all the moreso when instead of allowing him to go and retrieve some soup, if any was available, Cassian just stayed, instead. It was probably best to get this out of the way, and truth be told with her stomach as unpredictable as it currently was, the soup could wait.
For a moment, all was quiet as she sat next to him, shoulders and thighs touching, so desperate to maintain contact in any way that she was, just trying to gather her thoughts together.
Because - this wasn't that should be taken with a grain of salt. This was something meaningful, something important.
Jyn searched Cassian's expression for another long moment, certain that if she didn't say this now, she never would. And ... what was the point of any of this if they felt they couldn't be totally honest with each other?
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I'm totally up for some combination of 1, 6, 9 and however they inspire.]
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Hmm, lessee…
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[Cassian sat outside the closed door, staring at his clasped hands.
He wasn't even supposed to be alive. He wasn't supposed to outlive all those others. This new world that was dawning… By rights, he had no place in it. What he'd done to help it happen should have cast him out.
But Jyn. Jyn was glad he was alive. Don't think about what he didn't deserve. She deserved everything, he wanted her to have everything good in the universe. If she counted him as one of them, if there was anything in him to give her, …good.
This, though…
They'd both been orphaned. For her especially: more times over than most even had parents. They shared the same understanding of the universe. How could they trust it enough to… Accepting love was already willing insanity, denial of the inevitable, for two far more intimate with loss…
But it's not just about you. Not his judgment on himself. Not any of it.
So. Wait and see. Learn from, with, her. Wait.]
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At first, she just assumed that the fatigue she felt was due to exhaustion catching up with her. She had managed years on the run subsisting on adrenaline and very little actual rest, so maybe … this was just her body's way of telling her that it was time to slow down for a little while.
Once the intermittent sickness began, however, she began to suspect that the cause was something else entirely. Still, when their suspicions were confirmed, it was a shock.
The universe worked in funny ways, it seemed, and had funny timing. Jyn wondered sometimes if this little gift was somehow supposed to make up for all the loss she and Cassian had faced.
Some days, it felt almost like the dream of someday having a family that had died long ago was resurrecting itself. Some, she felt hopeful. But some, she lost herself in the worry that she didn't know the first thing about being a mother, that it wasn't fair to try to raise a baby in the universe that they currently occupied, that Cassian was only staying out of some feeling of obligation because this …
Wasn't what either one of them had really ever anticipated for themselves.
Today felt a little like one of those walking-on-broken-glass days, not that she had any idea why. She stepped out from the 'fresher, face clammy from the cold water she'd splashed on it, still green around the metaphorical gills.
Jyn tried to smile reassuringly, but felt as though she failed miserably.]
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Everything okay? Can I get you anything?
[She'd gone into the 'fresher 'cause she hadn't felt entirely well. And he…
He knew some of her fears. They were inevitable. He had some same ones, himself. He hated having her pick up on his fears, but he had promised (himself as well as her) that he would never, never lie to her again. That, as far as he was concerned, included hiding from her.
So he let her see it when he was afraid. Even though it killed him when he saw it reflected back at him in her eyes, and wasn't sure how she was interpreting his fear. If she thought… what did she think…?
Yet he could hardly bring himself to say it aloud. He had once and hated to repeat it. They knew it already so well, it was foolish to keep saying… and felt like challenging, daring the universe to make it so…
(Even though it doesn't care, it doesn't hear, you know this, not even to be vengeful…)
His terror that, because of his involvement, somehow, this would go horribly wrong; and the child would die; and Jyn could die.
He tried not to, tried not to lose her to the fear of losing her… but dammit he did. He feared losing her so much it hurt. And while he believed in her, trusted her, to know how to protect herself from almost everything… this was something entirely… else. For both of them.]
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Instead, everything still felt clinical and a little unreal. Jyn was doing plenty of research, could use logic to tell herself that being sick like this was perfectly normal because her body was adapting and changing to accommodate the tiny life they had created.
She knew to trust her instincts, that she would know if something was wrong. And for the moment - physically speaking - nothing was.
Jyn shook her head gently and reached for Cassian's hand to hold. Despite the fear they shared that somehow, this was all going to go wrong, it still gave her great comfort to share contact. To know that whatever happened, she wasn't alone.]
I'm fine - [She started, offering a gentle squeeze of his fingers, reassuring.] Do you think you could see if there's any soup left over from last night's dinner? The broth with the dumplings? I think I could hold some of that down ...
[Jyn felt an immense gratitude that Cassian was opening himself up to her and exposing his fears and worries. That, too, made her feel not so alone in her own. Still, she wished that she could somehow reassure him that all the horrible things he was imagining weren't going to come to pass, that the universe wasn't conspiring to give them this precious little gift only to punish him by taking it (and her) away.
She just ... didn't know how. Couldn't find the words. Feared that there was no real, tangible way to prove it.
Jyn cleared her nearly closed throat, offering another quick squeeze.]
I think you and I should talk.
(I made this even later worrying too much time had passed already, but can't resist, if wanted<3)
He was reaching back almost before she did. Their hands folded together, fingers intertwining, so instantly and instinctively, every time. He gave them an extra squeeze before nodding and starting to let go again, to go look for the soup. Even the briefest handhold was always welcome. They might never stop needing the anchor, the reminder, of each other for the rest of their lives. (It wasn't distrust of one another. It was distrust of reality. They'd stand together against it every time they could.)
But then her fingers tightened again before he could leave; he was turning again to her, also almost before her physical cue for it. I think you and I should talk. He didn't waste time looking confused or fearful or anything at all. He just nodded and sat again, eyes fixed on hers, unwavering, unblinking, seeking and offering.
He didn't try to preempt or ask. He just waited and gave. All of himself, in every dimension of this strange universe, was there, fixed on—offering it all to her. For whatever came next.]
no such thing as too late with me <3
And now, there was this new little life - still developing - to think about. She had never before cared about staying on the straight and narrow, but now ... Jyn worried about stepping even one toe out of line, whether or not each and every decision she made and action she took would mean consequences their unborn child would face.
It was exhausting, living so much in her head. And it wasn't fair to Cassian to keep those fears to herself rather than share them and try to work through them together or - just offer each other the reassurance that they were all going to be okay as long as they continued facing all challenges together.
Jyn was grateful for the comfort of the squeeze (a silent reminder that he was there as steadfastly as he'd ever been and always would be) but all the moreso when instead of allowing him to go and retrieve some soup, if any was available, Cassian just stayed, instead. It was probably best to get this out of the way, and truth be told with her stomach as unpredictable as it currently was, the soup could wait.
For a moment, all was quiet as she sat next to him, shoulders and thighs touching, so desperate to maintain contact in any way that she was, just trying to gather her thoughts together.
Because - this wasn't that should be taken with a grain of salt. This was something meaningful, something important.
Jyn searched Cassian's expression for another long moment, certain that if she didn't say this now, she never would. And ... what was the point of any of this if they felt they couldn't be totally honest with each other?
A breath, and then - ]
I don't want to raise a child here.