#cw eggpreg

[lyrouxx]

🥚🍳

idk how much of this I can post without getting sniped but!! Easter meant putting some eggs in the tyrant ft. Ionel's half slayer form 🫡

Full on my bsky (warnings in post)

[kunishirou]

Based on the recent leaks, Wriothesley will not have a rerun banner (again) soon. So I'll pretend that he's on maternity leave again for the second clutch of eggs. 🙃

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I'd write these thoughts out as a fic I could post to ao3 (probably anonymously 'cus I'm shy) if I had the wherewithal to write lately, but I don't, so fuck it we ball!

Rambling Tumblr post time

Picturing Grian with a little egg baby, and he tucks it into his sweater like a marsupial's pouch to keep it warm and incubated while he's being antsy and refusing to lay around in the nest all day,,

Just holding little tiny egg to his chest, bundled up in the front of his sweater as he walks or flies around, running various errands or working on his builds.

At some point someone probably notices and offers him a baby-carrier of sorts to make sure he can't drop the egg by accident, just some extra security. To make sure it doesn't detract from the skin-to-shell contact warmth and stuff it would probably have to be daily customized, hand made especially for him

Honestly, the whole mental imagery of Grian having an egg baby is very funny to me because I have a broken sense of humor because I can imagine him just laying an egg and going "welp, guess we're doing egg now" and catching the whole rest of the server off guard by being all nonchalant about it to the point they all start questioning if he's actually taking this whole literal future baby thing seriously at all or if he's even processed it at all (which to be fair, he probably hasn't fully, beyond the bit-potential of just vibing about it and watching everyone's reactions)

I'm just imagining him being far too confident and unphased about the whole thing 'cus it's so much funnier to him to watch everyone else freak out than to be the one doing the freaking out himself (either having gotten his own freaking out out of the way early on, or eventually having it catch up with him and having his freak out about it all only once it's actually hatching time. Or maybe just genuinely getting all the stress out of the way secondhand through everyone else's reactions, idk)

Being the aroace who barely does any shipping that I am, I have no idea where this egg came from, but I the idea of it is so very funny (and generally interesting) to me

[slaps-eggs]

i kinda get ovi now.. the feeling of being filled up against your will, so full you can't move, squeezing around it hurts, etc. etc. all the way up to the back of your throat, but you can't vomit them up, they're stretching out your intestines and pushing against the rest of your organs, shifting them out of place... pressing up to your diaphragm, stopping you from taking a full breath, crushing your heart and lungs!! and when they are ready to hatch, the squirming and the crawling as it forces you open. yeah i get it.

[weiner-does-preg]

Cursed Eggs that grow more as you birth them

[contamination-zone]

Hi. Draw fresh pregnant with a furby and you or nightmare holding his belly

This ask astounds me. no thanks :-] I will not draw that :-] why would you ask a stranger that :-]

[also I don't ship freshmare !!!! god.] [I talk more under cut. erm. talk of reproduction in a biological sense?]

now. I don't think fresh has a mammalian pregnancy and frankly I'm disappointed and disheartened by the mammal vertebrae hyper focused view of the world that you would assume fresh would have a human adjacent pregnancy.

It just seems dis-interesting to force him into a human centered view of reproduction; why would you want that? why would you think I'd give a shit about that? I like fresh, I'm a monsterfucker, I will eat you alive.

Fresh reproduces and multiply asexually. If he did have sexual reproduction along with that [which could be possible], I highly doubt he'd carry them for long. I'd assume he'd probably just dump some eggs into a stream and than move on, or perhaps something like a brood parasite where he puts his young somewhere where someone Else would take care of it.

Though they'd probably be precocial so I don't really think he'd need to do that. so yeah. dump them in some body of water and than leave. like a frog.

yeah. don't ask again.

[sw33tmourningl4mb]

mmm thinking about different types of harpies… having to carry their eggs… the number you have to carry around and how long you have to carry them is different depending on what harpy ur laid up with.. i loveeee bearded vultures btw. being mated to a bearded vulture harpy who’s knocked me up. she’s built me a nest of blankets and is constantly trying to preen the feathers i don’t have bc she loves me. bearded vultures can lay up to two or three eggs btw. they also generally incubate for 55 days.

carrying this vulture harpy’s eggs that are each the weight of a baseball and feeling them growing inside me and getting heavier as they grow and stretch out my womb and tummy. my harpy lover dotes on me, kissing my neck and purring at me, her clawed hands on my heavy tummy as she peppers kisses on my neck. she is sooo excited to be a mama!!

i am soooo ridiculously horny at the thought of this ughhh i can feel my pussy throbbing at the thought of being an incubator for a pretty harpy lady

[bittersweetspicy]

PLEASE sniper + tentacles i'll bake u a cookie🙏🙏

hello hello :3 i went a bit overboard with the prompt and included some extra stuff in the ao3 link :P

minors dni, cw in alt

my style has been a bit inconsistent lately :/ still hope u like it

thank u for the request and the cookie :3

link to full

[imthedr3amer]

📖 Fic share: SPN, Sam/Dean, Explicit 🦑

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M, Other

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Rowena MacLeod, Castiel (Supernatural), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s)

Additional Tags: Tentacles, Tentacle Dick, Eggpreg, Egg Laying, Monsters, Tentacle Monsters, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Weird Biology, Spells & Enchantments, Memory Magic, Temporary Amnesia, Aphrodisiacs, Dean Winchester Has a Tentacle Kink, Sibling Incest, Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Sounding, Come Inflation, Inflation, Kissing, Bottom Dean Winchester/Top Sam Winchester, Top Sam Winchester, Bottom Dean Winchester, Somnophilia, Corruption, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Body Modification, Memory Alteration, Sex while Unaware, Impregnation, belly inflation, Testicle Inflation, Parasites, Monster Parasites, Dubious Consent, Dubious Consentacles [emphasis @imthedr3amer's because that's just poetry], Extremely Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent due to Mind Whammy, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Mating, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Minor Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Minor Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester/Original Male Character, Sam Winchester Has a Large Penis, Extendable Tongue, womb growth, There's no other words for that one but it doesn't do it justice, Breastfeeding, Nesting, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Pregnant Sex, Pregnant Dean Winchester, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Smut, Shameless Smut, Parent Dean Winchester, Parent Sam Winchester, Monster Parents, monster pregnancy, Self-Lubrication, Miscarriage, Stillborn, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-10-24 Completed: 2024-10-25 Words: 30,152

The Squirming Echo of an Apple Pie Life

by DaisukeKazamatsuri

Summary: Sam gets captured by Rowena and infected with a strange, ancient parasite. Yet she has also placed a memory spell on him, so when Dean starts to notice changes in his brother, Sam has no idea what is going on. Yet with these changes to Sam's body, Dean can't help but to get closer to Sam...and closer...and closer...and wow does Sam smell good, like apple pie....

Or: Sam gets a tentacle dick, Dean gets pregnant with eggs and monster babies, and this whole thing is just an excuse to write way too much smut.

[Don't forget to toss a kudos and a comment to the author, who is also here on Tumblr as @daisukekaza. 🫶]

[polypomefiore]

I'm sorry the only thing I am physically capable of is thinking about diasomnia all the time every day forever 🙏

Sebek praying and begging his whole childhood that he presents as an omega so (alpha) Malleus can breed him with pups and stuff him with eggs, sobbing nonstop and refusing to leave his room for a week when he presents as an alpha... Malleus finding out about it later and fucking Sebek while calling him his cute little omega <3

Or... Alpha Malleus with two dicks and omegas Silver & Sebek. He can breed both of them and give one egg to each of them 💕 (and to the misfortune of everyone involved, they will fight and argue nonstop during the dual pregnancy over who's egg will hatch first, who's egg will look more like Malleus, who's egg will be stronger, or bigger, or smarter, or... Save them 😔)

Alpha Lilia getting his omega son pregnant... During the early pregnancy, anyone who doesn't know them who finds out will think that Lilia was the omega who got bred by his kind beta Silver 😭 but Silver is so so so happy to have his dad's kid. He'll accidentally call Lilia papa instead of father without realizing it... He refuses to leave his side unless it's to train with Sebek (who continues training with Silver every day until he actually beats Silver and knocks him down...... Sebek is not allowed to spar with him again until the pup is born 😔)

Orrrr or omega Lilia who's heats are so few and far between in his old age, he didn't even think he could get pregnant, and let his kids fuck him indiscriminately to get all their aggressive teenage hormones out. Now somehow he's pregnant and none of them can tell at all who did it 😭

Formal get-togethers with the Draconias and other (mostly fae) royalty around the world... Maleficia whoring her omega grandson out to guarantee an heir... He's put into a heat and muzzled and chained down and crying and soooooooo cute while he's passed between alphas and betas. He's stuffed full of cum and eggs of all different kinds by morning 💕 (think of this especially if it's dehorned Malleus... Magically too weak to fight back, and ordered to grin and bear it through his punishment ❤️)

Silver pregnant with a kid, or impregnating someone else with a kid, either way is going to be hoping the entire time that his child is born looking more like the other parent. Considering how strong papa dawn's genes were in Silver, I think he is inevitably going to add another carbon copy of himself to the family tree 😭 and born with blonde hair too........ He will still love them no matter what they look like ❤️

(Knight of Dawn was impregnated by Leia. This is true and canon. Toboso Yana told me herself)

don’t worry i feel u and ur so valid….i love all the different flavors of these hcs they’re so yummy agh. i feel like a kid in a candy store and i don’t know what to get first. the benefit of being flexible with dynamics (besides epel sorry dude) is i can enjoy all of these <33 and ur right leia did impregnate KOD i was there >:3c

lemon below

my personal fav dia omegaverse dynamic is lilia letting his kids fuck him..thinking there’d be no consequences…ur mind omggg and not knowing who’s it is??? delicious augh. i’ve also been thinking abt lilia knocking up silver too a bit lately…

ALSO bottom malleus. wrapping his tail around his top’s waist to pull them deeper insider him. i think abt that a lot too

[nando161mando]

EGG PRICEZ ⬆️ RETRIEMENT FUNDZ ⬇️BUT HEY AT LEAST SOMEONE GONNA LOOK AT MY GENITALZ 2 GO PIZZ IN THE BATHROOM🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

[need-lanxichen-railed-right-neow]

I need lan xichen full of eggs. NOW.

[diejager]

more eldritch:konig X his darling mermaid, please & thank you

Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.2

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, breeding kink, protective König, hunting, oviposition, tentacles, eggpreg, stomach bulge, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, possessive behaviour, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.6k

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You hadn’t seen the sun in a while, neither had you gone hunting, nor seen your parents. You missed the freedom you had, swimming and racing the others mers your age through the coral reefs, that mundane, but fun activity you did once in a while when everyone gathered at the same spot.   

“Please, König, I just want to lay in the sun!”

“Nein, the outside world is dangerous, Schatz, ” his tone seemed apologetic, eyes cast down, avoiding your tearful eyes that gleamed beautifully from the bioluminescent plants, “I cannot.”

That was what he always told you, his words repeated on themselves, overlapping in your mind without holding much intent of substance to it. Why would it when all he told you was no? His excuses were getting old, they rarely changed over the few months he kept you in his cave, the little haven you grew to love now became a prison, a pretty cage to keep you locked away from the world you were born into. They always had an aspect in common: danger. He would say that it was too dangerous for you, that there were horrors living around his cave and wandering too closely to the edge you found him, the precipice of light and darkness that he stalked you from. If it wasn’t that, he’d push strongly that you could be taken away from him, caught and eaten by another Eldritch Horror that didn’t have the same obsession and favorability for pretty things like you. 

He slowly approached you, arms reaching out towards you to embrace you, his fingers finding the softness of your hips. Kneading the line between your skin and scales, thumb smoothing over your opalescent scales, the smooth surface of it that helped you swim as swiftly as you could. You were a quick, little mouse, able to outrun him if you put enough effort and intention in it to escape his limbs. You shuddered against him, looping your arms around him for comfort that he never kept from you, often reminding you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you —except give you back your freedom.  

You sobbed, a heart-wrenching cry slipping out of your pout, your glossy lips pulled down while pearly tears floated upwards, the density of your tears weighing less than the heaviness in his cave, a closed-off ocean of horror he painted over with enthusiasm and comfort. He whispered sweet words to you, smaller tentacles slipping under his hood to cradle your face. They acted as individual fingers, holding your face as if they were hands holding your chin up, curling under your jaw and eyes with the smooth side of his limbs, keeping the suckers away from your pretty face. He touched you so gently, careful to never break your skin or dirty the angelic image he had of you in his sickened mind. He wrapped himself around you, his thicker limbs latching onto you with the intention of never letting go, curling and looping around one another. The messy bundles kept you stuck to him as you whined, crying out the frustration and sadness you felt throughout your situation.

“Hush, don’t cry, mein kleiner Schatzi,” he wiped away your tears, and collected them between the suckers of his arms, watching them gleam with an opalescent shine, much like those of black mollusc shells. They were a spectacle, a beautiful thing coming from his precious mate, “We can go out when it is safe, ja?”

You nodded your little head, closing your eyes and nuzzling against his broad chest, the softness of his scarred skin that easily moulded to fit your shape. It was strange how easily he changed to fit your liking, to answer to your whims despite your protest or your reluctance. You couldn’t hate him, you simply couldn’t after all the things he did for you and how well he cared for you. Perhaps you’d fallen for him, falling so deeply in this hole of unwilling darkness and strange affection —your naivety working against your betterment and with his mind, dark and wretched. Despite your wails and frustrations towards König, he was all you had, all you had known for the past months, so you sought comfort and safety from him, unknowingly falling into his plan. 

You let him lead you away from the open entrance, down the wide gate of his - your - room to lay you down, unable to move from the confines of his many arms and the warmth he provided. König was warm, he’d always burned hot compared to the cold waters of the abyss, the swirling vacuum of freezing water that seemed to have no end and the surface that stayed cool despite bathing under the sun for half the day. You thrived on warmth, soaking it up to keep your metabolism going, to be able to function without crashing or slowing down, you needed it and you depended on König to keep you warm. 

He pressed down on you, his broad figure looming over your smaller and fragile one, casting a dark shadow with his sole presence. He brushed your hair away, the tip of his tentacle tickling your ear as he murmured temptation, his wide palms leaving your hips to trail down the curve of your navel, teasing the dilated hole of your core, blinking and oozing out slick. He pressed a finger in, listening to you mewl and squirm in his tight hold, your tail twisting and turning before ultimately bucking into his palm when he slid a second one in. He watched your pretty lips part in a gasp, eyes rolling back in pleasure, your lashes fluttering so prettily for him. You felt him everywhere, he was inside of you and all around you, his many arms working as extensions of his presence, teasing you with his little suckers, pulling and biting at you. 

“Let me ease your mind,” his mask rose over his nose, tentacles parting like curtains to kiss you. It was all teeth and aggression, his kiss turning into a sign of possession, marking you with his taste and scent. He didn’t have any lips, or lips similar to yours, they were flat, hidden by a moustache of tentacles, thinner and shorter than his other ones, “Help you relax.” 

They easily slipped into your mouth as he pumped you, fingers curling into the softer part of your cunt. You mewled, rutting back, walls clamping down on his fingers, their thick and rough textures doing you in with the flick of your swollen nub once he coached it out of its protective sheath. He slipped the straps of your bra down your shoulder, letting the cup sag enough to show your pretty nipples, perky and glistening, tempting him to kiss and bite at them. In his rush, he snapped your bra from the middle by the girth of his tentacles, curling around your tits to knead and play with your little nubs, covering them with a sucker and he pulled, the ride closing around it and pulled. You clamped down on him, your slick sticking to his hand as you burst, eyes rolled back so far that all you could see was the white. König admired you, his eyes gleaming with glee at your climax, helping you ride it out with slow pumps of his fingers. He watched your pupils dilate, steadily coming down from your high with laboured breathing.

“You look so pretty like this,” he smiled under his hood, his eyes creasing in the low light. They roved over your face, over your hooded eyes and your parted mouth, down the slope of your neck and the swell of your breasts, and ending at your cunt, your labia closed around two digits, slick and throbbing. “You drive me crazy, Schatz.”

He was panting, his body riled up with how much his many limbs were swaying, latching onto you and hungrily climbing over you. He mumbled incoherent words, his pretty blues turning a bright red, a bloody crimson that made you feel apprehensive, fear and anxiety spiking in your mind despite the pleasurable buzz. You peered down when you felt something nudge your finger-filled cunt, looking at a particular-looking tentacle. It was harder and slick, the tip cylindrical-like with a long shaft and covered in veins, much like the ones on his arm, bulging and throbbing. You were oblivious to its use, confused about the different shape, but once it moved, the leaky head enthusiastically dipping into you, you panicked. 

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, the engorged head of his arm pushing into you, guided by a hand, pumping himself to spread the slick and pre that gathered around his cock. You keened, head thrown back when he bottomed out, the veiny girth of his cock throbbing inside of you. His cock rocked into you, pulling out until his tip lingered, and your labia stretched around his thick rod before he rammed in so suddenly. It rocked you as a whole, your smaller figure jerked back with every hard thrust, your cervix feeling the brutality of his strength and devotion. You screamed, writhing in his restrictive hold, cunt battered by a hard, leaky cock with a flared tip, bulbous and smooth. 

“Scheiße, you’re tight,” he groaned out through gritted teeth, feeling your walls stretch as wide as you could to welcome him despite his size and girth, your pussy becoming wet and sloppy with the amount of slick you produced. You pulsed around him, still sensitive from your last orgasm, clit and nipples swollen and twitching under his tentacles. He could feel everything, jolts sent down his arms followed by a euphoric sensation that ran through his mind, leaving him pussydrunk, mumbling out praises, “Du fühlst dich so gut an. Scheiße – so süß, so nass.”

You felt like you would burst, ploughed open by König’s cock arm, warm wall milking and sucking him deeper, coaxing him to fill you up with him. Your lover’s pace grew frantic, snapping harshly and deeply as if to leave a lasting presence in your innermost part, to mould your pussy into the shape of his cock and his alone, rendering you impossible to be pleasured by the sheer size difference between him and others of his kind. With a few precisely, but sloppy thrusts, he had you gushing around him, back arching - as much as you could with his strong grip - pussy clamping down on him as he fucked you into the soft algae-covered surface. You blacked out, euphoria filling your hazy mind, slick dripping down the sides of your tail and your nerves were set alight with blinding fires, burning through you so strongly. 

König swore lowly, his chest rumbling against yours, his cock throbbed and his arm stuttered, pace growing unsteady as the whole length of his arm pulsed with a load of cum. He gave one last thrust, roughly slamming into your gummy cervix, before a rush of cum shot out of his tip, flooding your womb with hot, white cum. It clung to the wall of your womb like glue, coating your cunt in the same adhesive and warm substance. He groaned, nuzzling his face in your bared neck, falling victim to his wandering mouth, biting and lapping at your shoulder and throat. His whole body shook, laboured breaths kissing your sensitive skin as something travelled through the length of his shaft, small bumps varying in size, from small pearls to big grapes, steadily moving towards the flared head of his cock. 

You sobbed when the first egg struggled against the entrance of your womb, breaking through the firmness of your soft entrance. It pained you, the forced pop into your virginal womb that wasn’t made to take in, but push out. Your cries were shushed by König, his reassuring words mixed with his heavy breathing that did little to dampen the pain he put you through. The first egg dropped into your womb, sticking to the walls, and another quickly joined it, plopping down beside it, weighing heavily by every egg, adding to the heaviness inside of you. 

“You’re doing so well,” he brushed away your tears, his thumb gently cradling your cheek, groaning and grunting at the rising eggs and his flared tip unravelling to latch onto your whole cervix, “Just a few more, ja? I am almost done.”

His “a few more” were more so dozens than anything, stuffing you until you bloated slightly. You were exhausted, limbs as heavy as your stomach did, eyes fluttering through your hazy sight, dancing on the edge of sleep and consciousness. Perhaps if you closed your eyes, falling asleep in this moment, you’d wake up from this as if it were a nasty dream, finding yourself in your little cave near the surface of the ocean. Perhaps this was all but a nightmare made up by your anxious and paranoid mind from all the stories you’ve heard from your parents and the elders. You were tired after all, sleeping wouldn’t be so bad to regain all the energy you wasted, and you hoped - that if this was your reality - that König would take care of you for doing this to you, for enrapturing you with all his madness and devotion.

You still missed the sun, the warm rays when you laid beneath it, just over a rock, but it was a far memory, further than you were willing to confess. You’d already grown used to his overbearing presence, his lingering eyes and wandering limbs, keeping one wrapped around your waists, your wrist or on your back, you’d gotten used to ignoring him and his dark eyes, bleeding into your world like the blood that stained the waters when he caught a live fish to feed you. 

He fit you in his schedule, a routine he practised on a daily basis without a fault. You would wake up with a wail, coming all over his tentacle at least twice before he left you alone for the morning. He would go hunting after making sure that you were comfortable on your little perch, returning an hour or two afterwards with enough food for the whole day and a few shiny trinkets to try to appease your sorrowful heart. They were pretty, shimmering and glinting under the bioluminescent light, similar to the pretty pearls and seashells you would collect. Despite his intentions, it only reminded you of a life long gone, one that you unknowingly and willingly gave up when you took his hand that fateful day, condemning you to a life of darkness and solitude. 

Then he’d spend the day with you, caring for your round stomach, rubbing soothing circles on your aching body, gently working the kinks and knots out of you. He provided for you, feeding you, soothing your pains, courting you with gifts and loved you with the entirety of his sickened heart. Your every need was taken care of, your hunger fulfilled, be it shark meat (a rarity for your kind of mermaid), squid or tuna, and your excitement satisfied with his cock, fingers, tentacles or mouth, eager to stuff you full despite your womb being grossly swollen with his progeny. He was fiercely protective, letting you out once in your month-long gestation, giving you the freedom to wander close to the ridge with a long arm wrapped around your waist. He never let you wander too far from him and never without a piece of him attached to you, clinging onto you as if you two were a singular entity —you probably were at this point, his thoughts and words echoing in your mind against your reluctance to accept him. 

“Mein kleiner Schatzi,” he called, laying his head on your shoulder, his hood hanging over you. He forced you on his lap, snuggling up to you as he curled - loomed - over you while he shamelessly let his hands rove over your swollen stomach, feeling the grooves and bumps of his eggs, “You are very round. One more month and we will have little Satansbraten.” [Mischievous child]

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[sea-lanterns]

CW: Monsterfucking, Arachne! Arlecchino, oviposition, eggpreg, bondage, aphrodisiac(?)

Imagine Arachne! Arlecchino entrapping you to her web and tying your wrists together so you can’t move away. Her webbing is sticky yet very slick at the same time. There appears to be some kind of aphrodisiac substance coating it as it makes your body grow hotter the longer it latches to your skin, and Arle has the clever idea to slot one of the strings in between the folds of your cunt to get you ready.

The sensation of the string sliding in and out of you has you bucking your hips and causing her web to vibrate. The pathetic look of you struggling against her web triggers her predatory instinct, and it isn’t long before Arlecchino pounces on you and cages you under her body. Her fangs jut out from under her lips and she can’t resist biting your shoulder to inject a little more “venom” into your blood, which is really just more powerful aphrodisiac that gets your blood pumping on pheromones.

It isn’t long before Arlecchino slides her long, thick ovipositor out of her abdomen, relishing on the thought of you pregnant with her eggs. She gives it a few rubs, guiding it to your dripping entrance and sliding it in with ease. Due to the amount of aphrodisiac in you, you’re wetter than ever which allows Arle to pump her ovipositor deep into your walls, a small bulge showing on your tummy from how large she was.

After a few minutes of deep thrusts, Arle finds herself about to burst. She feels the eggs get ready to slide out, holding you tightly against her as she deposits a few clusters of eggs into your needy womb. At the sight of you creaming over her length from how many eggs she was putting inside you, Arle finds herself cumming too. The extra cum allowed the eggs to nestle in with ease, latching into your womb and staying there until you’re ready to deliver Arlecchino’s spiderlings 🩷

[spirit-lanterns]

I imagine the reason Jade is a highly valuable hybrid is because her venom is a type of aphrodisiac. Researchers never discovered this as her venom always kills her prey, until one day when she used a miniscule amount of venom on the reader. They thought reader would die but we're surprised to find out she was just hot and bothered. Cue Jade snatching reader from them for some mating time.

CW: Brief mentions of eggpreg/oviposition, aphrodisiac usage

OOOOO imagine your coworkers screaming when Jade “accidentally” nicks you with her fangs, thinking that you’ll die only to find out that the only symptoms you were having….was horny.

“(Reader) are you okay?! (Reader)! Tell us if you’re feeling lightheaded, please stay with us!”

“…I must bear her clutch this instant.”

“What?!”

And Jade smirks, slithering down from her tree to wrap you in her coils. That was her cue and now she had you right where she wanted, kissing your bite mark in front of all your assistants. “I’m afraid the only antidote to this venom requires three isolated hours in my chamber. I can make your beloved Vet feel better in no time.”

“Are you sure Jade, do you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course, I know exactly what my mate needs…” her tongue flicks out excitedly as she carries you to her room. It’s only when you weakly wobble out of Jade’s room several hours later, that you seek out your notepad to jot down your notes.

“Jade….venom….small dose….aphrodisiac….” The writing is janky and incoherent, but it’s all you can manage before you collapse on the floor, still very much in ecstasy thanks to your mate. Jade peeks out from her room and smiles at how disheveled you appear, slithering over and dragging you back to her nest. You tried so hard to write down your findings like the devoted researcher you are, but she needs to take care of you first while you get used to the feeling of her eggs inside you 🩷

[t0ypupevergreen]

CW: Monsterfucking, parasites, eggpreg, dubcon, transmasc reader, tdick/dick/hole/womb, size difference, does this count as a threesome?

A small alien parasite that attaches itself to your tdick, keeping you on edge for hours, days, until you're shaking and sobbing. You don't even try to fight back when the massive alien that the parasite just so happens to have a symbiotic relationship with finds you and takes you as its broodmare. It's hand can wrap around your waist and lift you with no effort. Fighting would've been futile.

You're begging long before it's even lined its cock up with your hole. Begging for relief. Begging to be bred. You think the parasite did more than just suckle on your dick for hours. It altered something in you. Did it secrete some sort of aphrodisiac? Or perhaps it changed something in your mind. Making you feel pleasure when you should be afraid.

The alien thrusts its cock into you and your mind goes blank as you are overwhelmed with your first orgasm since the parasite attached itself to you. Its cock is massive, you don't know how it hasn't ripped you in half.

It lifts you up and down its cock like you're nothing more than a cocksleeve. Bringing you down harder and harder, not letting you catch your breath. Between the parasite on your tdick and the monster battering its way into your womb, you cum again. And again. And again. until you don't know where one orgasm stops and another one begins.

This goes on for what feels like hours until finally, the alien roars, thrusting deep, deep inside your womb. Eggs the size of baseballs flow through its shaft and start depositing into your womb one by one. You can't keep track of how many there are, but by the time it stops, you look like you're full term with twins.

With a couple more hard thrusts, the alien fills you with semen. Fertilizing the eggs and rounding out your belly even more. The parasite stops suckling, but doesn't detach. The alien keeps you held onto its cock as it carries you away to its home. You're going to make the perfect broodmare.