Basically this is a meme where my muses will be the ones pregnant, with a range of relationships. This meme is not ship-specific and can include platonic and friendship relations!
This meme list came about because I wanted ask meme list for myself to get my muses pregnant and also have a whole variety of reactions and relationships.
Also there are trigger warnings for potential things like rape, abusive relationships and controlling relationships, as well as abortion, stillbirth and infanticide.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re pregnant.”
“Woah, you look fat- wait. You’re pregnant?!”
“How many months are you?”
“So… is it a boy or a girl?”
“It’s a girl/boy? Oh, how wonderful~”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”
“Pregnant again? You’re such a slut.”
“Do you not realise what birth control is?”
“You’re pregnant? Disgusting.”
“If you’re pregnant, it better be my child.”
“What a slut, you’re pregnant again.”
“You’re pregnant? How wonderful~”
“You’re pregnant? Ugh. Disgusting.”
“You’ll never get rid of me now, this child will make us bonded forever~”
“This child will bring us closer together~”
“I’m so happy~ We’ve created something beautiful.”
“Are you claiming this to just trap me?”
“Are you serious? Why aren’t you happy about this?”
“You’re pregnant. Finally. Now you won’t leave me.”
“Twins?! Are you freaking kidding me?”
“Twins? Oh, my god. Two cute babies at the same time!”
“Twins? Oh, you poor, poor soul.”
“Oh, my lord. Triplets?!”
“Uh-oh, triplets? Triple threat right there.”
“You can have more than one baby at a time?”
“You’re pregnant with twins from your first time?”
“Wait, how many babies did you say you were having?”
“You should go on that Octomom show.”
“This is so great~ Your love has given us two/three babies.”
“Slut, you have that many babies in there?”
“You have that many babies in there?!”
“I’m so proud of you, you’re so fertile~”
“I didn’t think my seed was that fertile, but here we go.”
“How are we going to cope with twins/triplets?!”
“Of course, a whore like you just had to have twins.”
Wait, two/three babies at once? That’s possible?”
“I’m not ready for a baby, sorry… ”
“I can’t do this, I never wanted to have a kid with you… ”
“You’re having an abortion?”
“You will be having an abortion!”
“You’re not having an abortion? Why not, it’s not like we can care for a child.”
“Look at our parents -muse name-. We are gonna be shit parents like them!”
“We’re… my parents were terrible and I don’t think I should be a parent.”
“Just give it up for adoption.”
“Don’t give the child up, we can love it.”
“Don’t give the baby up, it’s the thread tying us together.”
“We cannot care for a kid. As soon as it’s born, you will give it up for adoption.”
“You’re just a whore, don’t try and trap me with a stinking brat.”
“Get rid of the brat, or I will.”
“Get rid of it! I don’t want any bastards in my house.”
“What do you think you’re doing, keeping it? I told you to get rid.”
“Don’t you dare even think about abortion. That child is mine and I decide what you do with it. Got that?”
“Aren’t you happy? Why do you want to get rid of our child?”
“Why are you happy about this? I don’t want that parasite.”
“I will be a good father, I swear to you.”
“I will protect you, and our baby.”
“I’m going to be a father? Wow~”
“We’re gonna have a baby~”
“I will make sure to give them, and you, all the love you desire.”
“I’m gonna be an aunt/uncle!”
“I wanna be the godmother/godfather!”
“Ooo, name them after me!”
“What names have you thought of?”
“As the aunt/uncle/grandmother/grandfather of this kid, I will spoil them if I want to.”
“Aren’t you happy, dearest? You’re having my baby.”
“Aren’t you happy? We’re going to have a bond through this child.”
“I’m so proud of you. You have given me the perfect reason to keep you nearby.”
“You’re the best~ Even though you were unsure, you gave me what I wanted, as always.”
“See? Your pregnancy is a sign- we belong together, no matter how much you protest~”
“I’m going to be a father~ I’m so excited, for us.”
“Our family just keeps getting bigger~ Everyone will be so excited.”
“Our parents are going to be so happy~ They’ll love their grandkid so much, I just know it!”
“Our little one is going to be so excited to be a big brother/sister~”
“Do you even know who the father is?”
“It’s my baby? There’s no way… !”
“It’s my baby? Great~ You can never leave me now.”
“You whore! You got pregnant from an affair?!”
“You… got pregnant? And it’s not mine?”
“You cheated on me… there’s no way it could be my child.”
“It’s okay. I know it wasn’t your fault that you were knocked up by that no-mark.”
“It’s not mine? How could you do this to me?!”
“The baby is not mine? Who else could the father even be?”
“Please don’t lie to me… is it mine?”
“Tell the truth for once! There’s no way I can be that child’s father…”
“I don’t care… I will be the father no matter what.”
“It’s okay, I promise. Even if we don’t share blood, I will care for the little one as if they were my own.”
“Is -insert name here- the father? Tell me the truth, please.”
“Be honest with me, who’s the dad?”
“I know that brat’s dad is -insert muse name here-, so don’t even try to deny it.”
“You cheating whore… why would you have someone else’s kid and not mine?”
“Um, sorry to be blunt, but… I think you’re leaking a little.”
“Hey, cow-tits. You’re leaking a lil’ right there.”
“Ah… dearest, you… you’re kinda… Y’know… -points at breasts- ”
“Don’t resist, dear, but your nipples are so sensitive, I just can’t help it~”
“Stop crying, your boobs can’t ache that much when I touch them.”
“Ahh~ Your boobs are so nice and round, I just want to touch them all day.”
“Can I have a taste of your milk? Please?”
“It’s not weird! Just let me taste your milk.”
“How can you eat that? I know cravings are weird, but damn… ”
“Woah. I can’t believe you are eating that.”
“You know you’re never gonna lose that baby weight if you eat all that.”
“You want to eat that? Okay~”
“You want to eat that? Hold on, then, let me go make it.”
“You are disgusting and there is no way I’m letting you eat that when you’re having my child.”
“Are you okay? I heard you throwing up… ”
“Aww, are you sick again? Poor mama.”
“Here, it’s okay, let me hold back your hair.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just rest today if you’re feeling unwell.”
“You want some peppermint/ginger tea?”
“Woah there, friend, just calm yourself.”
“Damn, you’re moodswings are horrific.”
“Why do you have to get emotional at everything?!”
“You forgot again? Jeez, your baby brain is such a drag.”
“You forgot again? Oh, no, don’t worry. Baby brain must be so annoying for you.”
“Why are you yelling at me? I’m not the one with baby brain and forgot everything.”
“You want me to rub your back/ankles/belly?”
“Stop trying to push me away. Let me touch your tummy.”
“This cannot be happening! You’re way too young.”
“Babies having babies? What is the world coming to?”
“You’re pregnant? But I still imagine you as the little one who cried at -insert film name here-!”
“Um, aren’t you a little old/young for having kids?”
“Being pregnant at your age will throw up all kinds of problems.”
“Dear, you should rest more, for the baby’s sake.”
“Put that glass down! You’re pregnant.”
“Put that out! Smoking is bad for the child!”
“Please, try to eat a little healthier, for your baby’s sake.”
“Darling, I know cravings are hell, but you can’t eat that.”
“Pickles are not a good breakfast.”
“But, if you have another baby, what will happen to me?”
“What if I’m not good enough?”
“What if our child is born unwell?”
“What happens if our baby… y’know… isn’t born living?”
“No, no, don’t stress yourself. Think of the baby!”
“Please, just try and think of the baby.”
“Dearest, stop trying to do things to hurt the child.”
“I’ve taken all the dangerous objects out of the house, so you can’t try to hurt yourself or the baby again.”
“Why are you doing this?! It is our child, stop being selfish!”
“If you try and hurt yourself or our baby again, I’ll have to tie you up.”
“Don’t you dare try to harm our child.”
“If you’ve lost our child because of your stupidity, I am going to be very angry.”
“We should go to this class together.”
“Oh my god, you’re pregnant too?”
“What if we have our babies at the same time?”
“Our babies could be like besties!”
“What if our babies become best friends? Wouldn’t that be so adorable?”
“Aw, your tummy is so big now.”
“You look so fabulous today, you’re glowing, like some earthy fertility god/ess~”
“Thanks for helping me out at the maternity section. You’re so fashionable, even when you’re pregnant~”
“Hey, I found out my baby is a boy/girl. Do you want the babygrows I bought?”
“Aw man, I found out my child will be a girl/boy. Do you want these blankets/toys I bought?”
“Hey, share some of that with me?”
“Pregnancy buddies? Good idea~”
“Let’s compare stretchmarks~”
“Oh my god, that happens to you too? I thought I was the only one!”
“I am so glad you understand what I’m going through.”
“Your boobs are so huge.”
“Your boobs are quite nice, but I bet bras are so expensive for you right now.”
“Stop squirming, I just want to feel your boobs/tummy.”
“Are you ticklish? Just let me touch~”
“You felt them kicking? Can… can I feel?”
“You felt them kicking?! Gross… ”
“You can feel them moving? That’s so weird.”
“You can feel them moving? That’s so cool~”
“Your belly is so round!”
“Ah, how cute~ Your boobs/belly are so sensitive now, huh?”
“Oh wow, you’re like a goddess of motherhood.”
“Haha, you look like a whale.”
“You’re bearing life, you look beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, all round with my child/ren~”
“You don’t look like a whale, or a pig. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
“They like the sound of my voice?”
“Wait, they react to the sound of my voice? For real?”
“You must be due any day.”
“Due any moment now, huh?”
“I can’t wait to finally see him/her/them~”
“Can I touch your belly?”
“Oh, dear. You do realise it’s going to hurt when you go into labour.”
“Did you pee yourself? What? Your waters are breaking?”
“Your waters broke? Oh, my god.”
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“You’re going into labour? Shit! What do I do?!”
“You’re going into labour. Right, just come here and lay down, it’ll be fine.”
“Fuck! Ow… I think you just broke my hand… ”
“Dear, could… could you loosen your grip a little… ”
“I didn’t think you could scream that loud… ”
“I think my ears are bleeding… ”
“I’m sorry, okay! Please stop cursing me out for knocking you up… ”
“Please stop yelling at me… I’m sorry for making you go through this.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re doing so well~”
“Oh, jeez. What do I do?! I’m not a midwife!”
“Right, just calm down, okay? It’ll only hurt for a bit.”
“Look on the bright side, at least after this you’ll get to meet your child.”
“Don’t worry~ I can help you, just relax.”
“What do you mean the baby’s coming now?”
“The baby is coming now?! It’s too early… ”
“Finally. They sure took their time deciding to be born, huh?”
“Oh, god. Stay with me, don’t pass out!”
“It’s okay. Just breathe… and push.”
“Keep going! You’re almost done.”
“Oh, gross… I should have stayed in the waiting room… ”
“You’re doing so well~ Just a few more pushes.”
“Breathe. It’s going to be okay, the child will be okay.”
“Just take deep breathes… it’s gonna be okay.”
“Ahh, our baby is coming~”
“Oh my god, he/she is so cute!”
“H-hey… stay awake, please. Your child needs you.”
“Are you alright? The baby’s here.”
“Our child is here, love.”
“I’m so proud of you, you delivered our child.”
“Here, you need to give him/her the first milk.”
“You should rest, it’s over now. Our baby is here, they’re safe.”
“Good girl/boy, our child is so cute.”
“Ew, why is it so… pink?”
“Oh. My. God. Look at his/her little toes.”
“She/he has some lungs on her/him.”
“Are babies supposed to be that pink?”
“Babies are actually… kinda ugly, aren’t they?”
“He/She kinda looks like a little alien… ”
“Do all babies look like this when they’re just born?”
“Oh god, oh god, no… what’s happening?”
“D-don’t panic, but… the baby’s not doing so well.”
“Don’t look, it’ll be okay. He/She will be okay, I swear.”
“I’m so sorry, love… he/she didn’t make it.”
“It’s all your fault. You didn’t care for our baby and now they’re gone.”
“He/She is dead. How can this happen?”
“Shhh, shh. It wasn’t your fault.”
“These things just happen. I don’t blame you.”
“It’s not your fault, please don’t blame yourself… ”
“This was all your fault. You didn’t take good enough care and now our child is dead.”
