#ovipositation

[wired-for-weird]

OKAY BUT YOU ASKED uuhh cw for ovi and very detailed parasitism I guess?

the thing i noticed about 99.9% of ovi content is that it puts the person getting fucked in situation that's anywhere from passive recipient to flat-out victim. which, if thats your preference, kudos to you, but personally i need something that will let me be a bit more predatory, you know?

so obviously the solution is to do convoluted biological worldbuilding!!

COMPONENT ONE: The Parasite

An immobile creature that lives embedded in the ground, disguised amongst the local plantlife. While lying in wait, it's nearly invisible, with only a stretch of small, waving fronds above the surface. Beneath the ground is the main body, a coral-like structure that houses the organs that make up its nervous and reproductive system.

The appearence of the fronds depends on where the parasite has established itself. It can look like soft curling moss, waving waterweed, leaflitter, or similar. These fronds are incredibly sensitive to vibration and chemical signatures on the air.

As a means of attracting a host, most species of this parasite will release into the air a chemical with a strong similarity to that produced by bacteria that breed in the dirt near sources of water. Those species that already live near to those sources appear never to evolve this mechanism.

COMPONENT TWO: The Host

A six-legged, lightly furred, nomadic mammal with a low-slung body. It is loosely gregarious and nomadic, following migratory paths back and forth several times across the year, grazing an area until it is depleated and the herd moves on to the next. The animals have incredibly fine-tuned senses of smell that allow them to track down water.

There is very little in the way of sexual distinction between species, with all individuals able to produce sperm and eggs, as well as carry young. Genetic diversity is maintained primarily by way of social means, with dynamics within the herd dictating which individuals are 'allowed' to breed with others.

MECHANISM ONE: The Parasite Preys On The Host

The host will be drawn to the scent produced by the stationary parasite, and investigate the fronds for the source. The fronds, regardless of their appearence, are covered in fine hairs, much like those of a stinging nettle, which on contact inject the host with a medium strength muscle relaxant.

When the host's movements become sluggish, multiple appendages will emerge from the main body of the parasite- a combination of multiple 'arms' specialised to restrain, and between two to five ovipositors, though depending on the age, size, and species of parasite, the exact number can range from just the one to as many as ten. These appendages are highly dextrous, but thin-skinned and slippery.

The parasite will restrain the host, and the ovipositors will locate the reproductive canal from the chemical information relayed by the fronds, and deposit their eggs. The eggs are spherical, with a clear mucal coating over a tough but pliable membrane. A chemical reaction within the egg causes them to glow a soft blue that is visible as they pass through the ovipositor.

The parasite will deposit a limited number of eggs over fifteen to twenty minutes, after which it will release the host, and retract back into its main body. The host will recover from the relaxent enough to return to the migratory path. Over the course of several days, the eggs will take root in the host's reproductive system, similar to an actual egg of the host species, and draw in the nutrients that would ordinarily be provided to maturing young. Some species will hatch from the eggs into a mobile, proto-frond form, penetrating the body further and absorbing nutrition directly from the blood.

The host will eventually die of malnutrition some distance from the original parasite, where the decaying individual will provide sufficient nutrients and minerals for the eggs or proto-fronds to develop into a mature parasite, establish itself in the ground, and start the cycle over.

COMPONENT THREE: The Predator

A solitary, mustelid-like species with some feline features. It is an omnivorous opportunist, though it prefers to scavenge or forage over directly hunting, since it is physically inferior to many other obligate carnivore species. It is possessed of a much greater, more adaptable intelligence than the host, though it is roughly the same size, weight, and carries a very similar chemical signature. It will follow similar paths to the host species, though it has been observed to divert and redirect apparently on whim.

Unlike the host species, the predator species exhibits clearer sexual distinction. All individuals, however, produce a blue glow in the lining of the throat, which has been observed to play a role in courtship rituals.

MECHANISM TWO: The Predator Preys On The Parasite

The predator species will actively seek out the parasite, using a combination of a highly developed sense of smell and a high degree of observational intelligence to distinguish between parasite and the envionment it mimics. It will approach and deliberately lay in the parasite's fronds. The muscle relaxent has only a moderate effect on the predator, producing a pleasant warming sensation. Younger, inexperienced predators will sometimes become distracted and simply lay still. In this case, the lack of movement will fail to trigger the emergence of the 'arms' and ovipositor. However, most usually the predator will leisurely roll and stretch, mimicing the motion of the affected host species.

The mucal mebranes of both the predator's reproductive canal and mouth produce a chemical that is very similar to that produced by the host species. However, these menbranes also produce a toxin that, when absorbed through the membrane of the ovipositor, will disrupt the signals of its nervous system. Instead of depositing a limited number of eggs and then withdrawing, the parasite will spasm and disgorge all the eggs it contains, then to be swallowed by the predator. It is hypothesised that the interior glow of the predator comes from this aspect of its diet. Successful predators have sometimes been observed gnawing on and swallowing the 'arms' of the parasite before departing.

Those eggs released into the predators reproductive canal will be allowed to attach to the uterine wall, but instead of drawing nutrients from its host, the egg will be forced to release its contents, slowly dissolving into the predator's bloodstream over the course of eight to twelve days. This caused much confusion amongst researchers before this species was observed predating on the parasite, since those visibly 'pregnant' individuals were included in predictions regarding population growth.

It is not impossible for the parasite to survive the overall process, but some species are more resiliant than others. The parasite's method of reproduction is fairly energy intensive, and a 'theft' of this kind will often leave it without the resources to fully recover. In contrast, is has been hypothesised that the nutritional density of this part of the predators diet is what allowed it to develop to the level of intelligence it has apparently reached. Research into a possible communication with the species is ongoing.

[ekdarnellbooks]

“S-should we give her our eggs?” the nice alien mutters, his voice strained as his thrusting grows erratic.

The words are fuzzy, difficult to hear as your orgasm blurs your vision. Your head lolls, gazing at the canopy above as golden light trickles through the dense leaves.

“There is no point,” the mean one grunts. “She cannot host our clutch.”

You are floating, your mind and body numb as your alien captors continue to use you for their pleasure.

“But it will feel good. I want to fill her. I want her to be ours.”

“Then she will be.”

You are moving as one, gliding through the air like a cloud, until your back meets the hard ground. Your cunt is filled with two writhing tentacles, swirling in until they can’t anymore. You’re nothing more than a babbling mess, one that’s about to be filled.

“You sound so pretty, sweet human. You take us so well, and now we will give you our clutches.”

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

When you’re first brought to the hive, the bee hybrids attempt to comfort you. They bring out the cuter, more petite and feminine males to coo and buzz, nuzzling and purring against you as they prepared you for breeding.

They were so soft and fluffy, their hands moving over your body and learning every curve it had. This was the first time they’d ever seen a human pussy, so their wings buzzed with curiosity and excitement as they experimented with your pretty, fat cunt.

When you’d moan, they chirp and coo, their antennae tickling your face in happiness as they continued those motions, some taking notes.

You were their queen and they wanted nothing more than to pleasure you perfectly!

They were all so pretty, so soft and sweet smelling… it was driving you crazy.

The first cock that sunk into your pussy took you by surprise. All of the bee hybrids surrounding you were either your height or shorter, cute fluffy, sweet things… but here they were, stretching you out as they whined in pleasure and praised you for taking them so well.

The feeling of your belly beginning to swell with eggs was… strange, almost uncomfortable. You’d never felt so full before, and once you were too full to take anymore, you were settled into bed.

There were several fuzzy hands on your round belly, soothing it. Honey was rubbed into the stretched skin and they made sure to comfort you as you got used to being their sweet little incubator.

“My queen… you look gorgeous…”

You had a few clutches of eggs before the drone bee hybrids couldn’t take it anymore. They wanted access to the queen, they loved you so much it hurt to not get to be inside that fat, pretty cunt of yours!

So you sat in bed, one of your usual mates nibbling softly on your neck as the drones swarmed the bed, worshipping your body and stretching you out more than you thought possible.

Some came so quick, they had been pumping their cocks to the image of you being fucked by the others as they waited, and edges themselves until they were able to fill your pussy with their eggs.

Others lasted so long the others would get impatient, their wings buzzing with irritation as they humped pillows or your free hands.

You were carried away to be bathed and soothed once you were done. They all loved you so much, getting to mate with the queen was an honor… they knew you would eventually pick a queen to be your primary partner… but they were hoping to have most of your attention for a while longer…

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[merakiui]

タコの花嫁。

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, arranged marriage, oviposition, breeding, royalty au note - in an effort to bring peace to two warring sides, you are engaged to the sea queen’s son.

If anyone is to blame for the abysmal diplomacy between the Land and the Sea, it would be your ancestors. Pompous and foolhardy, they thought they could rule the grand seas stretching out from the harbor, beyond weather-worn docks with their rotted, seaweed-strewn planks and briny fetor. The ocean was vast, unexplored territory—a dangerous, deceptive beauty harboring life far beneath unruly waves.

And your ancestors intended to claim it.

Sailors would recount tales of fishfolk—uncanny creatures who looked more marine than the two-legged mammals of the land. They’d raise mugs, each overflowing with ale, in drunken merriment, terrifying themselves with the mysteries of the deep, dark sea.

“It ought to give ya a proper scare straight to Davy Jones himself!” they’d say, voices lowered conspiratorially. “Soon as yer candle goes out and all ya’ve got’s the moon to guide ya… You’ll hear ’em slip through the water if yer listenin’ well enough.”

“You ever go and spy one up close?”

“I’d sooner see the Devil himself and let him keelhaul me before facin’ those cursed beasts!”

“The cut of their jib ain’t so pretty. Enough to give men like us a fright and we’ve seen all sorts of somethin’.”

“Monsters, I say! Monsters!”

Festivals were held to keep these beasts at bay—to prevent them from gathering the courage to creep up onto the land. Every year, during the summer solstice, pits were hollowed on the shore and bordered with stones. Flames licked towards the sky, red-orange fingers clawing for purchase amidst the stars above. Townsfolk would sing and dance late into the eve, bellowing songs passed through the generations. Children would skip up and down the beach, torches in hand, and cry out an old chant: “Fish for you and me are meant to stay in the sea! Should you see one on land, may the Heavens strike it down with a gentle, loving hand!”

Their excitement did well to ward off the fishfolk. Sometimes the lone child would spot one in the distance, peeking out from between the rocks before diving back under in a splash.

On land, humans were safe. On land, the fishfolk couldn’t catch them.

It was different in the sea.

Ships were destroyed in terrible tempests. The waves tossed them around as if they were nothing. Many sailors would find their demise at the bottom of the ocean, torn to shreds with shattered skeletons. Viscerally brutalized, they died with secrets on their tongues—secrets of the strange fishfolk who’d drag them down, down, down to a watery grave.

On one cold February afternoon, the octopus prince was brought into the world. In shadowed fathoms, a grand celebration was held. After so much time—misfortune after misfortune—one fry survived out of the entire clutch. He was round and soft and small, colored blue from exertion and fighting through the tug of the current to reach home. The Sea Queen met him halfway and embraced him, ecstatic tears in her eyes, for a mother’s love is stronger than any political power.

“My little Azul,” she said, stroking a hand along his cheek, “how precious you are.”

No ships were sunk; no lives were lost. It was a peaceful day for both the Land and the Sea. And it would continue to be so in the future. Every year on that same February, it was made a day of peace to honor the little prince.

A day of life, not death.

It was on that same February eleven years later when you were tossed into the frigid depths like a hatchling cast out of its nest. Similarly, your birth had been a wondrous occasion. Your parents brought five boys into the world, each just as adored as the last, but they had been hoping for a daughter. It was a miracle when their fervent wishes were finally granted. You were spoiled as all daughters often are, pampered and doted on by your family and the palace staff.

Your brothers, though protective and caring, were a troublesome and rowdy bunch. Kyffin was the eldest. Two years younger was Emyr, and another two years behind him was Owin. A year younger than him were twins Morcan and Martyn. They picked on you as all immature boys often do when caught up in sibling rivalries, aiming to be the only one their parents see. To prove themselves as the best, the strongest, the wisest.

So it was with a half-cruel heart that Emyr tossed you into the waves from where he stood in the rowboat.

“Only way to learn is with exposure!” he called down to you, watching as you struggled against the push and pull of the sea. 

“C-Can’t!” you shouted back, choking on salt and flailing about. “E-Emyr, I can’t—can’t swim!”

“Don’t be silly,” Owin added with a sweet smile. “It’s how we learned. That old sod threw us right in. You’re lucky it’s us and not him. He was awfully mean with it, wasn’t he?”

“Terribly so.” Emyr watched your struggling a moment longer and clicked his tongue. He held the oar out just before you could slip under, and you clung to it with shaky hands. “Come on—let’s get you up here. You’re not gonna get it today.”

“Fin got it on his first try.”

“Fin gets everything on his first bloody try.”

Relieved, your heart pounding like a drum, you peered up at your brothers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get it…”

“Nothing to apologize for. You’ll get it one day.”

“We’ll keep trying until then. And once you do, we’ll throw you a big party.”

“Really? Will you really do that?” Your expression brightened, but your brothers’ faces darkened. They saw the shadow before you did. Saw the webbed hands reaching out, the serrated teeth glinting in a sinister smile.

And then—

Owin leaned over, his arm outstretched. So fluid was his motion that it took you by surprise. “(Name), grab on! Hurry! Before—”

The rest of his warning was muffled by the water. You hardly had any time to brace yourself when you were yanked under, your nails raking across the wood of the oar as you went with the force of the pull. Salt stung your eyes when you cracked them open, peering frantically at blurry surroundings. Teal-green specks slid silently through the shadows, mismatched eyes flicking over your form. And then there was a high, raucous sort of chittering. Like a dolphin’s cry, loud and piercing. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your palms against your ears.

It only lasted a few mere seconds, but it felt like an eternity trapped in the coils of a creature you couldn’t comprehend. One moment you were holding your breath and the next arms were hooked around your torso, and you were pulled up and into the belly of the rowboat. Your hands flew to your throat, and you coughed up seawater while Owin patted you.

“It’s fine. It’s…okay,” Emyr muttered, his voice shot through with fear. It was the most shaken he’d ever sounded.

Blood fogged in the water, staining the tip of his harpoon. He gazed down at his hand. A deep, jagged gash ran angrily from palm to wrist. He hissed and closed his fingers in a tight fist.

“We gotta get back,” Owin was saying, still rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I’ll row. You rest.”

“Not good,” Emyr said instead, shaking his head in dismay as he watched your attackers retreat.

“We’re still in our waters, right? We didn’t go past the boundary, did we?”

“Let’s hope not.”

“We didn’t, right?”

“Let’s hope—” Emyr paused, collecting his words. “Let’s hope those monsters were in the wrong.”

“Father’s gonna kill us.”

“If not us, the monsters.”

Both brothers looked towards you. Your tunic was torn, stained through with saltwater and blood. You shivered all the way to shore.

Following that mishap, an official meeting was called between the Land and the Sea. The King—your father—met the Sea Queen at the border. He stood proud on his ship, peering down at her with fire in his old eyes.

“Your Majesty.”

The Sea Queen was just as formidable as those who came before her. Her tentacles unfurled as one, and if you looked at them long enough they almost seemed to take on the shape of an obsidian-colored crinoline.

“I believe my mother and your father made the terms quite clear all those years ago,” she said, a wave lifting her to meet the King at the deck of his ship. “So then, with that in mind, there should be no reason for us to meet under these circumstances.”

Emyr and Owin stood just behind their father. You peered through their legs at the Sea Queen, silently amazed. You’d never seen anyone quite like her before. At least, not a real person. You’d seen her in storybooks, depicted as a fearsome beast with devilish features, and though there was something intimidating about her gaze and build she appeared understanding enough. Her grey skin was sleek in the morning sun, her long, silvery strands tied up and pinned with an ornate hair ornament. She looked beautiful in a magical, enigmatic way.

“I couldn’t agree more,” came the clipped response of your father. “Alas, misfortune has brought us here.” He stepped aside to allow her to behold Emyr’s bandaged hand. “Harm has befallen my son and daughter. I suppose you might have an inkling as to why they find themselves in their current state?”

She frowned, but you couldn’t tell if it was out of sympathy or some other emotion. “Perhaps one of them can give reason to the wound now marring one of my subject’s sons.”

Your father glanced overboard at the snake-like merman cradled in the arms of another merman. They looked near-identical, their features unmistakable. He glanced back at Emyr, his gaze hard. “Go on then. Explain yourself.”

Emyr stepped forward. “With wholehearted respect, Your Majesty, it was out of self-defense. Your kind—they attacked us first.”

“You were in our waters!” one of the mers exclaimed, pointing a clawed finger towards Emyr. “It’s all your fault Jade got hurt!”

Owin hurried ahead, his hands gripping the taffrail. “He’s playing it up! It was a graze!”

“He could’ve died! You almost killed him!”

“That is enough,” the Sea Queen said, jutting an arm out to silence both sides. “I understand everyone is hurt here. Our feud lies in misunderstanding.” She gazed at you next. “Little one, we have yet to hear your story. Do share.”

You glanced at the guards, at Owin and Emyr, and then at father. He nodded encouragingly. “U-Um!” Shyly, you approached the Sea Queen. “My brothers were teaching me how to swim. I don’t know anything about whose water is whose. I just wanted to learn how to swim.” You met the fierce scowl of the mer holding his twin brother and quickly looked elsewhere. “He grabbed me before my brothers could pull me up.”

“Because you were trespassing. Anyone who tresspasses ought to—”

“Floyd.”

At the not-so-subtle warning in his father’s voice, he shut his mouth and snarled. His brother—Jade—was handed off to their father, who assessed his state with a frown.

“He will live, but it will take time for him to recover. My son is right. Your son could have killed him.”

“Just as your sons could have killed my sister!” Owin shouted, glaring.

Floyd stuck his tongue out, remorseless.

“It is impossible to know which side is in the wrong,” your father began, turning towards the Sea Queen. “Seeing as both have been injured, I am willing to apologize on behalf of my sons.”

“What?!” Owin’s head turned towards his father. “You’re bloody mad! Have you not seen—”

“Father,” Emyr interjected evenly. “We have nothing to apologize for. We were within our waters. We had no ill will towards the others. It was completely innocent.”

The Sea Queen hummed her contemplation. “The boundary was drawn for a reason, decided upon by those who came before us, and yet it does more harm than good. It is not for safety’s sake. It is to keep us divided—to ensure that neither side will ever know peace.”

“And you’re implying that we get rid of it?”

She nodded, quite serious. Everyone looked on in equal parts shock and disbelief. “Why do we continue to fight? It does nothing but open old wounds, rendering them incurable. Innocent lives are lost in petty squabbling. And for what?”

To that, no one could offer a smart reply.

“Therefore I propose peace. A union to welcome a new era—one in which we embrace one another as allies without animosity.”

“A union?” Your father raised a brow, suspicious but willing to listen. “I suppose it would be beneficial. My people would be free to travel the seas at their leisure.” “And mine would no longer have to live in fear of being thoughtlessly slaughtered and taken as trophies.”

“Unbelievable,” Orwin muttered.

Emyr elbowed him. “Knock it off.”

“We’ll collaborate on a contract. One that dissolves the invisible boundary that has been the cause for so much suffering. In order to attain true peace, I shall offer you my only son.” She glanced at you and then back at your father. “Your daughter shall marry him when they are of age.”

“What?! No way! Ew! Gross!” Your voice came out shrill and you shook your head in protest. “I don’t wanna marry an octopus! No, I won’t do it!”

Your father stood in front of you. “She’s my only daughter. If something were to happen—”

“Which is precisely why I bring up this engagement. Should they be betrothed, we as their parents will promise to uphold peace to give them bright futures and they will act as the first example of a human-mer alliance. Unions between humans and merfolk are unheard of, but is this not the best way to foster harmony between the Land and Sea?”

“I won’t do it! No! Don’t make me marry a gross—” Emyr gathered you in his arms, holding his uninjured hand over your mouth.

“Let the grown-ups talk.”

Owin frowned. “I still don’t agree with this…”

Your father mulled it over, his eyes glazed in thought. “Very well. We will create a contract—an official peace treaty.”

Both leaders shook hands and planned to convene at the end of the week to discuss further.

You watched the mers depart, each one slipping under the sea. Floyd was the last to go, staring at you with a mean sort of vitriol. And then he, too, dove under.

“He didn’t mean it, right?” you whispered to Emyr after your father gave the order to turn the ship around and head for land. “I won’t have to marry an octopus, right?”

Emyr could only offer a commiserate frown.

“She’s a brat,” Floyd spits. “Stupid, evil Two Legs.”

Jade chuckles and runs his fingers over the scar. “I consider it an honor.”

“Yeah, well, I think it’s messed up. She’s the reason you can’t ever swim naturally again. While she’s up there in her pretty, little tower, safe and sound, you’re still hurting.”

“It’s not as much of a hindrance as you may think. I’m not weak, mind you.”

Floyd grumbles. “Still. She’s mean.”

Azul gazes up at the palace, sighing dreamily. “She’ll be my wife someday. That’s what humans call it, yes? Husband and wife… What wonderful words.”

It’s been one year since the peace treaty. Since then, humans and merfolk have made an effort to get along. This is the second time Azul will be meeting with you. He’s nervous. The first time you went out to sea to greet him, and he’d gotten so anxious that he inked right then and there. His mother entertained you from where you sat in the boat with your personal guard. It was a mortifying experience—one that had taken him months to recover from.

Now he’s going to try to meet you in the shallows. Try is the key word here. He’s scared, all three hearts beating as one. Is it too late to reschedule?

“I can’t believe you’re actually okay with this. You that lonely?”

Azul turns to scowl at both twins, but it’s mostly directed at Floyd. “I never asked you to tag along. Leave me alone.”

Jade smiles. “And let the Queen’s little prince swim to his death?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Sure you can. But what about when Two Legs gets ya? What then?”

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Floyd rolls his eyes. “You saw what her brothers did to Jade.”

“Because you tried to kill her.”

“Because she was in our territory!”

Azul huffs and pushes him away with a tentacle. “Regardless, we’re supposed to be on good terms now. You’ll break the contract if you try anything dangerous.”

“He’s right, Floyd.”

“Ugh. Whatever.” Floyd turns away, stubborn. “This is lame. I’m not stickin’ around.”

Jade lingers long enough to observe the way Azul lights up when he spots you on the stone steps. And then he disappears beneath the water.

Barefoot, holding your dress up and out of the way, you pad across the beach.

“Why are you here? I’m busy. My brothers are taking me into town.”

The smile that had been fighting to break out on his face frosts over. “Oh. I… Um…” Azul fumbles with the conch shell he’d collected on the way here. A gift for you. He made sure to study human speech patterns in the months leading up to this meeting. He’s fully prepared! And yet you look so displeased. “F-For you! I found it…”

You stare at the shell clutched in a dark tentacle. Tentatively, you reach for it. “Why?”

“Ah. W-Well, my mother says gifts are an important part of any bond. In the sea, we give gifts to the ones we care about. To friends and family and o-other halves…”

You turn the shell over in your hands. “We’re not friends.”

“Not yet,” he tries, but you shake your head.

“You ran away from me the last time we met. That’s not very friendly.”

His face flushes blue and he opens his mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. It wasn’t on purpose.

You’re already turning on your heel. “I don’t have time for this.” You toss the shell over your shoulder. Azul watches it land in the sand, just out of his grasp.

“W-Wait! I… I want to talk to you. Please don’t go. You’re going to be my other half one day, so I’d like to—”

But you’re already dashing across the beach to get to the stairs.

Azul deflates against the rock. Tears overflow in floods. Is it because of him? Is he to blame? Why don’t you want to be his friend? Is it because of the peace treaty? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Azul doesn’t want to think negatively of you. Humans are sensitive creatures. He reads up on them in the palace library, poring over literature and textbooks in an effort to better understand you. But as the months pass and you seem to simply tolerate him for the sake of the alliance, he begins to suspect something.

It’s made apparent the next time he sees you, where you walk right past the beach to catch up with your brothers. He hides behind the rocks, two blue eyes following your figure until you’re out of sight.

Floyd was right. You are a brat.

And yet he can’t hate you.

On the eve of your eighteenth birthday, Azul meets you in the shallows.

Nowadays you send letters, preferring strained long distance over the personal intimacy of face-to-face relations. These exchanges are purely diplomatic. But now that he’s asked to meet with you, a rare occurrence, you’ve deigned to greet him in person. It’s the least you can do after he’s gone through the trouble to travel here. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him that he’s almost unrecognizable. You remember the round, baby-faced octo-mer from your childhood. The one who lounges against the rocks is leaner now—his features defined, jawline as sharp as his eyes. They cut through the gloom to find you.

“You wished to see me?” You’re in your nightwear, a silky gown with an even softer robe. A cool breeze blows across the beach, and you wrap your arms around yourself for extra warmth. “Azul?”

He hesitates, his gaze trailing up your legs. You’ve also changed a lot in the time you’ve been apart. You’ve grown taller, filling out in places he didn’t know humans could fill. What he’d give to hold you… His mother says he needs to be patient. Fickle thing that you are, you’re the reason he’s spent six years trying to appease you through letters—to win you over and be anything more than that “annoying octopus” you’re doomed to marry. Perhaps it would have been easier to act just as you do if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been elated at the premise of having someone to love. When his mother broached the idea in the days following her meeting with the Land King, he’d stared at her with wide, excited eyes.

“There’s a human girl who wants to be my friend?” he asked, to which his mother smiled and nodded.

More than a friend, actually, but then all he was focused on was finally getting to experience the one thing he’d never known or had: friendship.

Sighing, he foregoes formality and holds out a necklace. It dangles from the tip of his tentacle. Strung on a dainty, silver strand, pearls wink back at you under the moonlight. Azul averts his eyes, his cheeks a pleasant periwinkle.

“Happy birthday…”

“Oh.” You move in closer, taking the necklace from him. His tentacle pursues you, twining delicately around your wrist. “Um… What is it? Do you need—whoa!”

Azul tugs you closer. The sea laps at your ankles. Beneath a tapestry of stars, you meet his azure stare. His features are set with a determination you’ve never seen before.

“I want to start over.”

“Start over?”

“I’d like to be on friendly terms with you. We’re so cold. Distant…” Azul frowns, seeming unsure of what to say or do next. The tentacle laced around your wrist like a bracelet tightens its hold. “We’re to be wed one day. I want to make this work.”

You blink at him. He thinks he may have gotten through to you, having finally broken through layers of stone and ice, but then your nose scrunches and odium shimmers in your gaze.

“That’s impossible. I’m a human. How am I supposed to live with an octopus?” You shake him off with a huff. “I’m not sure what our parents think this will accomplish. I don’t want to be a pawn to be moved around for the sake of peace. I’m my own person.”

Azul’s expression sours. His lip curls up into a sneer. “Well, I don’t find it very enjoyable either. You’re not the only victim in this scenario.”

You exhale an exhausted breath. “Azul, I appreciate the gift, but it doesn’t mean anything if you’re only giving it to me to curry favor.”

I wasn’t, he thinks, but he doesn’t say that. Admitting it would be a weakness. Admitting it would mean coming to terms with an unrequited opinion.

“At least one of us is making a conscious effort.”

“At least one of us isn’t trying so hard. It’s pathetic.”

“You’re not obligated to accept my goodwill.” He smiles, smug. “Yet you do every time. I’d wager you enjoy my materialistic affections.”

“As if.” Despite this, you hold the necklace out of his reach when a tentacle flexes towards it. “It’s mine now.”

“So you are fond of my ‘pathetic’ ways!”

“I’m not!”

You jerk away with a vicious scowl, but your foot catches in the sand and you quickly find yourself tipping backwards. If not for the tentacles that coil around your waist to steady you, you would have fallen on your rear. Your chest heaves with adrenaline. Stunned, you stare at Azul.

“You…caught me,” you breathe, lips parted in awe.

“Did you think I’d let you fall?” He cocks his head at you, grinning playfully. “Why, I’d never! Unless it’s me you’re falling for, in which case I gladly welcome the—”

“You’re such a pest.” Untangling yourself from his grasp, which he allows without scrimmage, you step away from the water’s edge. He watches you secure the pearls around your neck, and his hearts stumble in his chest when you point an accusatory finger at him. “Don’t delude yourself with foolish nonsense. I have no interest in you.”

With an indignant harrumph, you start towards the palace.

“May we meet here tomorrow?” Azul calls out after you, testing his luck with what little chance he has.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Good. Keep waiting, dummy!” You break into a sprint, hurrying off into the shadows.

Azul smiles at the empty beach. Whether or not you like him, it doesn’t matter. You’re to be his one day. You’ve always been, ever since he was eleven.

He’ll wait, even if you won’t show.

Ostensibly, twenty-one years wise, you’re getting married today.

Your gown is just as exquisite as your hair and makeup. Pearls cling to your throat and arms—classic wedding attire for merfolk. A thin veil shields the scheme in your stare.

This was an inevitability, but you’re determined to fight it until the end. No matter how quickly time seems to pass, you’ll do everything you can to stall and slow it.

Gripping a sharpened dagger in a resolute fist, you drag it through the long, sprawling train of your gown.

“As if I’d marry an octopus,” you grumble, cutting fine fabric until you’re permitted smoother movement. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you scowl. “I’m no one’s bride.”

By the time the maids arrive to check on you, you’ve already stolen out the window.

The rowboat sways on choppy water. You’ve watched your brothers do this enough times to have the technique engraved in your memory. Your arms strain with the oars, every muscle screaming in protest, but you fight through the pain. The palace looks smaller and smaller with every passing minute. Eventually, you’re so far out that the land is but a mere speck.

It’s going well. You’re escaping towards a better future—a future without the octopus prince.

You glance towards the horizon. Your boat undulates with the waves.

You’ll miss your brothers, your maids, your personal guard…

Water slops over the edge. You yelp, startled. Have the seas always been so rough?

Despite everything, you’ll miss your father.

Just as you think this, your boat rocks to the side. You grab onto the edge to steady yourself, but it’s already too late. It tips over and you go with it, careening into the sea with a noisy splash. Twin shadows cut seamlessly through the murky water. You catch sight of a yellow eye before you propel yourself towards the sky, coughing and heaving once you break the surface. You grab onto the overturned rowboat, your dagger clutched in one hand.

You search the surface for them, eyes flicking to and fro in a frantic panic.

Somewhere… Anywhere… Where are you?

And then you find them, peering at you from the other side of the boat.

“Go on then,” you spit, glaring. “Kill me.”

Floyd bares his teeth at you. “This time I ain’t gonna leave a scar.”

“You know we mustn’t. That’s not why we’re here.” Jade smiles at you, but there’s something in his eyes that unnerves you. “Your Highness, you should know it’s poor manners to leave the groom on his special day.”

Floyd circles you restlessly. “S’not fair we gotta be nice when you’re so mean.”

“I’m not going to marry him.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice in that matter.”

“What’d Azul ever do to you?”

You attempt to answer that before realizing the truth. Nothing. He’s done absolutely nothing but be kind and understanding and patient. And I took that, chewed it up, and spat in his face.

“If you used that brain of yours, you wouldn’t have thrown yourself to the sharks. We can’t get to you on land.” “But it’s fair game in the sea,” Floyd finishes, every syllable dripping with pride. “Stupid Two Legs.”

“I’m inclined to agree. You’re not the brightest human. A pity.”

“My brother should’ve gutted you when he had the chance. Maybe then—”

You see the whites of Floyd’s eyes when he strikes, launching himself at you with a clawed hand, sharp, pointed teeth aiming for your jugular.

This is it. You’re dead.

…or not.

The searing pain never comes, nor does the impending laceration. You cling to the boat and watch dark tentacles rise from the depths to close around Floyd, ensnaring him in a firm hold. He thrashes, snapping his jaws like a deranged beast.

“Let go of me, Azul! Lemme at her! She’s a bitch! I’ll kill her!”

“There will be none of that.” Azul tuts. “I don’t intend to marry a corpse.”

Jade swims over to you. “My feelings aren’t hurt in the slightest, Your Highness. If it weren’t for your status and connection to Azul, I’d have disemboweled you ages ago. Quite a relief for you, yes?”

You swallow your horror, allowing him to detach you from the boat so that Azul can turn it over. A tentacle curls around your waist, lifts you from the water, and places you back in the boat. You stare at your hands. They’re trembling. You can hardly hold the dagger properly.

It takes some convincing and a lukewarm apology from you, but Floyd promises to be good. He doesn’t do anything as you’re pulled back to shore, but he does stare at you for the duration of the trip, his eyes tracking your every movement. You press yourself into the belly of the boat, defeated and riddled with anxiety.

Your father isn’t pleased. When you see his enraged expression, the debate dies on your tongue. “You are to marry the prince,” he seethes, pulling you aside, “or else you jeopardize the peace of our kingdom.”

You’re washed and fitted in a new dress. Guards are stationed at all possible routes to prevent another escape.

When you walk down the beach to meet Azul in the shallows, your veil shields the sadness in your stare.

The ceremony carries on without incident. Floyd watches from the water, lurking like Death. You speak rehearsed vows in robotic monotone, mindlessly floating through the rigmarole like it’s second nature. Azul smiles at you through it all, sweetly smitten.

It’s a nightmare lived in real time.

Humans and mers alike congratulate you, cheering for this momentous occasion. Your tongue is numb by the end of it all. You’ve expressed faux gratitude so many times that it hurts to even force the words. And now, as night descends and the party kicks into full swing, you’re left reflecting on the day.

Freedom feels so far away. You’ll never know it again, will you?

Azul guides you away from the crowd. Firelight grows dim with the distance. Eventually, you find yourself taking refuge in a tiny inlet cut into the beach. A rocky outcrop hides you from the moon’s spotlight.

“I’m not upset,” Azul murmurs, curling a tentacle up your leg. “But Floyd is.”

“His brother’s the one who hurt me all those years ago.”

“That was before the union.”

“I’m not letting it go.”

“Perhaps not now, but you will. One day.”

You don’t believe him.

“Our people are at peace. Aren’t you pleased, my love?”

You shove him away, gathering heaps of your dress to walk in calf-deep water. “I’m not your love.”

“Legally, you are.”

“That means nothing to me. Absolutely nothing.”

Azul sighs. “Even now, after everything, you’re still trying to flee.”

“For good reason. I don’t want to be tied down.”

Azul inches closer. Another tentacle wraps slyly around your ankle.

“You’re so beautiful. I feel like the luckiest mer in the sea. To be able to call you my own… My beautiful bride.” He pulls you closer. You resist weakly. “Now that we’re alone I can finally tell you the very thing I’ve thought of ceaselessly for years.”

A tentacle slides up your leg, straying closer to your inner thigh. You flinch away.

“Azul, wait. I don’t want—”

“I love you.”

You squirm in his hold, attempting to thwart the tentacles that grab at your every limb. You trip over yourself in the process. This time Azul doesn’t catch you. Water laps at your dress, soaking through at once. He’s radiant beneath the moon. Dreading his touch, you scoot as far from him as you can get in the water, hoping to reach land. Azul seizes your wrist and pulls you into his arms. You fight him with more force.

“No… No, let go of me! Release me!”

“Why should I? You’re mine now. Is it not customary for a married couple to consummate their new bond? We do something similar in the sea.” A tentacle brushes your veil back so that he can look upon your pretty face. “I’d take you to a quiet space in the seagrass, lay you down in the sand, and then—”

“I don’t want that! No!” You lash out, swinging blindly. A tentacle shoots out to stop your arm before it can smack him. “Azul, please—”

“I was patient. I waited and waited in hopes that you might warm up to me. I cherished you in silence. I learned your language. Your customs. Your habits. I wrote to you. Traveled to meet you. And yet you look at me as if I’m a monster…”

It’s not the devastated look in his eyes or the edge in his voice that scares you. It’s the startling gentleness with which he handles you. Tentacles loop around your body, exploring beneath your gown. You wriggle in discomfort, yelping when suckers brush against the frilly garter secured around your thigh. Azul hums and holds you up in his tentacles, using two to spread your legs so that he may slide it from your leg.

“I wasn’t forceful. I courted you kindly. You accepted all of my gifts. You wore them proudly and I thought—I knew you would love me, too. You were mine from the moment our parents signed that agreement. And if you leave me, you’ll break a political promise and then our kingdoms will go to war and I’ll be sure to collect the heads of your family first. Each one of them, and you will watch as I bring ruin to the kingdom you love so fondly.”

“N-No… Please stop. Please.”

“I’ve waited ten years for you.” A tentacle hooks around your panties. You thrash again, shaking your head at him. He remains unconvinced, watching with gleeful eyes as your nudity is revealed to him. “And aren’t you an angel? Oh, you’re so pretty…”

Like your hopes, your panties are cast aside.

The tip of a tentacle prods curiously at your pussy. Your breath hitches.

“W-Wait! You… You can’t.” His eyes find yours, and you swallow the rising sob. “T-That can’t go inside… It won’t fit. It won’t—”

Azul smiles. “Of course it will. The human body is capable of marvelous feats.”

Even though it’s pointless, you struggle. “I can’t! Please… Azul, I’m scared. Please don’t do this…”

A lone tentacle slides into your hand. Thoughtless, you hold tight.

“My love, there’s no need to cry. I’m not going to hurt you.” He brings you closer, kissing your tears away. “I’m here for you. I’ve always been here, even when you didn’t seem to need me.”

You hiccup, your chest heaving. It’s not lonely for long, for he pulls your dress down your shoulders. Your breasts spill free and are quickly cradled in cold hands. Azul watches your expression with an intense focus while he rolls your nipples between his fingers. You grit your teeth, refusing to respond. But then the tentacle between your legs finds your clit and a sucker affixes to it, suctioning slowly. You gasp and throw your head back, bolts of pleasure racing up your spine. It happens in a white-hot flash. You slacken in his grasp.

Azul laughs, astonished. “Did you cum? Already?”

“Nooo,” you whine, closing your hand around the tentacle once more. Another one strokes your cheek. “You’ve had your fun. Now let go of me…”

“What a silly demand.”

He tugs on your nipples. You groan, lashes fluttering. “Ooh… Stop. No, stop it… Don’t touch there. Not—haa… Not there!”

“You’re so sensitive.” He drags the underside of a tentacle along your cunt and shivers. “And so wet… Is this your season? Do humans experience such a thing?”

You’ve no idea what he’s referring to, but before you can dwell on it he leans down to take your perky bud in his mouth. Your free hand grabs at his hair, pinning him to your chest. His tongue laves across it, warm and wet. You shouldn’t enjoy it so much, and yet you can’t stop yourself from crying out.

He hums against your skin, beaming like a devil. You can’t hate him. He’s your husband. He’s yours. You shouldn’t hate him.

You’re falling apart in his tentacles, grinding down to chase the bliss provided by the underside of the appendage clinging to your pussy. The sinful squelch of skin on skin fills the quiet inlet. The scent of sex and salt intermingles. It’s wrong and it’s right. It’s instinct, carnal and corrupt. Azul groans against your breast, your teat between his teeth.

“Az—ooh!” You tug on his hair, insatiable. Your brain is fogging over with lust. You don’t want to lose yourself in this madness. You can’t. “N-No more… No more.” 

But he’s not listening. He pinches your other nipple between his fingers, and that’s all it takes for you to unravel.

In the aftermath, the tapered tip of a thicker tentacle squirms between your thighs. Mindlessly, you spread your legs and lift your hips for him. It presses in shallowly, a jarring experience.

“Not inside—don’t! You can’t!”

Azul pulls away from you, his expression scrunched in woozy ecstasy. “Why not?” he mumbles, smiling stupidly. “You’re my bride. It’s only fair…”

Before you can bicker, he kisses you. His tongue pursues yours in a sloppy tango. You lick into his mouth, desperate and dazed. Lost in a sea of salacity, shipwrecked on an island of forgotten inhibitions.

The tentacle pushes through rings of tight, slick muscle. Tears spring to your eyes. It feels weird and foreign, so unlike your fingers. He holds you close, minding his strength and pace. It fills you slowly, reaching places you’ve never been able to feel. The lust numbs your senses and gives way to something animalistic—a base desire you’ve suppressed. Azul rocks the appendage deeper until it’s pushed up against the entrance to your womb, squeezed snugly in your warm walls.

“I-It’s in…” you mumble once he’s broken the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. “It’s really…inside me…”

Azul kisses your cheek and pets you with a tentacle. “We were made for each other.”

Surely not, you think, but it feels so when he draws back and thrusts in. Maybe he’s right.

He fucks you gently, savoring every single sound you make. He tells you he loves you, whispers it over and over like it’s prayer. You nod dumbly, grabbing at his hand to hold it. The both of you are gasping in unison, chasing cloud nine. In just a few more deep strokes, his tip bullying its way to your womb, he finally finds his end. A thin substance fills you up in plentiful amounts. Distantly, you think it’s water until he drags your hips further down. Your mouth drops open in a strangled scream as something round and gelatinous passes through. It settles in your womb, and you know right away that it shouldn’t be there.

You panic. “W-Wait… Wha—Zul… Stop… No, I don’t want—”

“It’s all right,” he breathes, his mouth on your shoulder. He soothes you with soft shushes and even softer kisses. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

You dig your nails into the tentacle curled in your palm just as a second orb squeezes through. He groans, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Finally…” He pants, a wobbly smile stretching on his delirious countenance. “Finally, my love, my dear—oh, my beloved bride!”

He cradles you like a mother would a newborn. You lie there as he fills you, your voice hoarse from babbling and bewailing. These things—little orbs of jelly—are stuffed into your womb, and by the time you surpass twenty you lose count and blank out, trembling through yet another orgasm. You’re not sure how many more he has left or how many more you can possibly fit. It feels too good to think about that.

“Bigger. They’ll get bigger. You’ll look so pretty—round and full and soft.”

Dizzy, you glance at the bloated dome that is your belly. Your gown strains over it, an impressively deceptive size that you almost mistake for pregnancy. That’s when it clicks. Eggs. These are eggs.

“I’ll make sure they survive. All of them—as many as I possibly can. I’ll stay by your side. I’ll keep you content. I’ll fill you with love—so much love—an abundance of it, and you’ll never know emptiness again,” he rambles, resting a tentacle over your distended middle.

It’s not just a senseless sweet nothing. It’s a promise.

[frightwrite]

NSFW Dragon Drabble

Female Reader x Male Monster

CW: Mention of Pregnancy, Breeding, Mention of Oviposition

Your entire living situation was flipped the second you were offered up as a sacrifice to the great dragon. A way for your small farming village to hope for better crops to grow during that dry season. It was a desperate effort that resulted in you being chosen due to being one of the poorer individuals in the village. No direct family resided with you, you didn’t own any land to cultivate one and the only contribution you had to the village was the small bits of forage you tried selling for money to maintain your tiny homestead. You were easily offered up.

You honestly don’t regret the entire ordeal for a second. It earned you a dragon mate, one who treated you like his most prized treasure. He provides you with a life of luxury and his adoration, literally worshiping the ground you walk on. You are treated to gifts daily, and despite you constantly telling him he didn’t have to spoil you this much he does so anyways. He gifts you jewels or trinkets from his hoard that he thinks are flawless enough to present to you. He provides you with the delicious foods that are usually offerings to him. To the point where you’d beg him to stop giving you so much to eat before you burst from all the large meals he provided. He still made a point to keep doing it, wanting nothing more than to worship his mate.

No one in the land would come near you or harm you as long as your dragon husband was around. He was known for wiping villages off of the map and he wouldn’t hesitate to do so again if you were put into harm's way. Despite how intimidating he looked with his large stature, many scales, sharp claws, and teeth that could easily cut through flesh and bone, your mate was a very loving individual. He was gentle with you, making a point to bring up your size difference every now and then. Whether it be innocent or during your more intimate moments.

You struggled with your size difference, usually having sex with him in a medium sized form he was able to shapeshift into. He still managed to stuff you full of his cocks. He possessed a hemipenis that he would sometimes stuff both your holes with if he prepped you enough and you were feeling up for it. He is very attentive when he beds you. Spending a lot of his time using his forked tongue to lick at your clit and slurp at your needy pussy. 

He makes sure you’ve cum on his tongue at least once before he’s stuffing your cunt with one of his dicks. He would slowly fuck into you with one, before losing himself to the way your walls would tighten around him. He’d bully his second cock into you, filling you up and pounding into you with the need to breed you with his hatchlings. You could feel him pressing up into your cervix and he would beam with pride at the cock drunk expression on your face. His claws would grip you tightly, causing marks to be scratched onto your plump flesh.

By the time you both are finally sated, your hole would be oozing with his cum. Your womb full of his eggs that you were certain will hatch soon enough. Especially with the way he couldn’t keep his claws off of his pretty wife.  

[More Monsters]

[ekdarnellbooks]

Your alien captors fill you with their tentacles, your mind and body numb as your eyelids flutter shut.

Liquid spurts into you, and then something bulbous, passing through your entrance and into your womb.

You cry out, your body wanting to reject the foreign sensation inside you as another egg squeezes into you. You reach for their tentacles, needing them out, but one wraps around your neck, bliss returning in an instant.

A wave of heat washes over you as another egg passes into you. It is overwhelming, but you are safe, you are cared for, you will survive.

“Not too many. I do not wish to harm her.”

You let out a low moan, matching the moans of the aliens hovering over you. The fullness of the tentacles and the clutch of eggs stimulates you from the inside and you feel your body tensing, ready for release once more.

“Look how beautiful she is, her belly full with our brood.”

“So beautiful. The perfect human slut to fill and fuck.”

[bunnis-monsters]

Some of the bee hybrid hive is a lil dumb… but that’s okay, they’re so cute and fluffy and ready to please you so it makes up for the fact they get really confused and afraid when you start vacuuming up the pollen they track into your room.

It’s a loud noise, and they watch in shock as the pollen disappears! Where did it go!?

They might try to fight their reflections and have accidentally stung themselves in the process of trying to fight it.

But god it’s hard to laugh when those same fluffy, cute hybrids are pushing you into a mating press and cooing about how cute you’ll look with your belly heavy and swollen with their eggs.

Dumb boys… cute fluffy bee hybrids…

[merakiui]

sea king azul and captive human darling, and he's stuffed you full of eggs and kept you locked away in a little underwater cave with an air pocket. it's furnished with the softest of seaweeds and other sea plants (your bed) and he brings you all sorts of things to keep you happy and pampered. the tweels guard you, so there's no chance of trying to escape even when azul isn't around. not that you would make it to the surface in time when you're so far below.

as the fry grow, so does azul's affections for you. and when it comes time for you to lay the clutch, he's so nervous and excited and scared and eager and !!!!!!! >_< azul cradling you in his arms, petting your head fondly and kissing your tears away, whispering soothing things to you. a tentacle massages your belly, pressing down gently to help with the process. maybe there's one stuffed inside your ass for extra help. it's a big clutch, but he knows you can do it. it would be much easier if you were a mer... he's sorry about that; next time he'll do it after he's turned you into a mer like him. :D

being so hungry and sleepy in the aftermath, exhausted far past your limits. you can hardly keep your eyes open as azul urges you to eat and drink. the eggs are cradled in a protective bubble. he'll take good care of them. you can rest now. you've done such a good job. you could fight him, but praise is the softest, sweetest thing on his lips. you can't muster the anger. half-conscious, you drag him towards you for a quick kiss before he can depart.

azul whose face is so blue it's nearly purple. he's flustered and shocked, caught completely off guard. this is the first time you've willingly kissed him... oh, he's so overjoyed. so in love. so very grateful that you're his and he's yours! and now you'll have a family together! he couldn't have asked for a happier life.

(you'll later learn to mourn the feeling of emptiness, and azul is more than willing to fill you up again. as much and as many times as you want. <3)

[toxycodone]

Oh my godddd. Laios would be so good at helping someone lay eggs 😭 he’d be so encouraging and his voice is so comforting. I’m getting like. Soft horny over this

"It's okay...I got you."

Laios's voice is oddly calm despite the situation at hand, but much appreciated. Another sharp pain tears through your abdomen, causing you to yelp, burying your face into the tallman's shoulder. His presence behind you keeps you grounded in reality. You're more than thankful he's here with you. You're unsure you could do this without assistance.

Laios frowns when he hears your sounds of discomfort. A gentle kiss is placed to your temple, before his large hands start to press against your stomach. He's feeling for the buldge lodged in there, searching with care for where the egg may lie inside you. When he finally starts to prod against the outline, the blonde smiles.

"Found it." He hums. His warm breath fans against your skin. You try to focus on that feeling, along with the callouses on his hands, to distract yourself from the pain. He starts to massage the area, coaxing the egg from within you. The feeling makes you grit your teeth--but you do feel it start to move.

"Good, good. You're doing great." Laios encourages you, a soft smile on his face. He raises your hips, then spreads your legs out further. One hand trails down your thigh, now massaging the fat of that area as he trails closer and closer to your groin.

"Laios..." You choke. The tears that threaten to spill from your eyes make it hard to see due to your rapid blinking keeping them at bay. "What are you...?"

"Shh, it's okay." He kisses your cheek now. You can feel the egg pressing through the canal of your slit. A little more pushing will do the trick, but from the object's size, you know it won't be easy. The beginning was barely the worst part.

The blonde uses one hand to rub the upper part of your groin as the other dives between your folds. He gathers a little lubrication, then uses his fingers to rub circles into your clit. The sensation makes you jump. All the blood rushing in between your legs has seemed to make you hypersensive--which explains why this birthing process has been so hellish.

"That feels better, right? Just a little more and you'll be done." The callouses on his fingerpad add the most delicious sense of texture as he continues to pleasure you. The pain is still there, but it steadily becomes a more bearable ache as you continue to get more aroused. You lean back against Laios, now trying to relax as you let out a soft moan.

"That's it. Just like that. You're doing fantastic." His voice is husky, lips lingering against your skin with each word. "You look so beautiful like this..." Laios lets out a shaky moan as he feels the egg move a bit, but he's quick to not let himself get lost in his own arousal. You need him right now.

"You're almost there. I'll keep making you feel good, so just relax." Another wave of pain is depressed by him stroking the underside of your clit, trying to pay attention to the sensitive nub poking from under the hood. "You can do that for me, yeah?"

Your legs are wobbly, body hot from a mix of lustful fever and what you can only think of as birthing hormones, but you manage to steady yourself. You breathe in through your nose, then let your breath harshly blow past your lips.

"Yeah. I-I can--" You're cut off by another cramp. Laios quickly picks up his pace to aid in it subsiding.

"You're so good for me. I'm gonna make sure you don't regret this."

[scientistservant]

My redesign of Sir Pentious. He’s mine now.

He’s a sorcerer/illusionist instead of an inventor. He can use magic, including hypnosis, as well as store things in his hat.

Penny’s stripes and eyes, including the ones on his inner hood, glow in the dark. His amount of eyes have also been greatly reduced, because holy shit, I pity the animators. The eyes on each side of his hood are false ones, merely patterns.

Haven’t designed them yet but his eggies are still around! I love the idea that he lays them himself, because oviposition is rad, and Sinners being unable to have offspring while Lucifer and Lilith were able to have Charlie is incredibly stupid and makes no sense. So Pen has been given egg-laying privileges.

And a new name. I just have to think of one. It’s 5 am and I’m going to bed.

[amielot]

Caviar! LINK

a continuation of sorts from this post.

specifically inspired by the subtleness of the sea by @moorishflower

part of the wine dark sea series

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

On the topic of oviposition, have you considered: a drider who needs to find a safe, warm place to lay their eggs

How could I have missed Driders?????

Forgive me if the first bit isn't a typical oviposition theme but it popped in my head and now I need to vent it!

But a Drider female who needs to lay her eggs in a safe place, but she cannot find a secluded area to her liking.

You offer to harbor her eggs for her. Since you're around her den a lot and don't go far, you could keep her eggs close. And your warm body would be a great asset to the eggs growth and development.

Plus, she wouldn't have to lay the delicate sack against the hard stone walls. Or worry her webbing would fail if she's away for too long.

She's unsure at first. Not because she doesn't trust you but because she has never placed her eggs on a living organism before.

But after some discussion, she agrees and it's a rather messy endeavor. Lots of webbing and thick, bulbous sacks that rest against your chest and stomach as you lay on your back. Allowing her to lay her eggs against your skin.

There's something intimate about this situation. You rub your hands along her lower abdomen, soothing her and massaging her as she carefully places each sack against you.

Once her eggs are laid, she delicately wraps web and silk around you. Securing the sacks to your body.

She assures you that her brood won't eat you when they hatch. She promises to remove them when the incubation period gets close.

She's worried her brood might be too heavy for you. But you shoo her worries away gently as you wobble around with the new weight.

Your back would definitely start aching after a few days, but the eggs are safe and your Drider partner is absolutely thrilled about this new prospect of egg-laying.

A little NSFW version below with a Male Drider:

Your Drider lover needs to breed. A different sort of breeding than your usual intimate activities, you found out.

He's sweet when he explains about the ache in his arachnid abdomen and the build up of eggs he needs to deposit. And speaking about such a topic starts to rile him up.

He grows incredibly needy.

You agree to bear his eggs. And he lays you on a bed of silk, mounting you differently than he usually does.

Instead of his humanoid cock from the front of the body, be begins to grind a pointed tip against your center from the end of his spider half.

It's hard at first. But with more friction and the encouraging warmth from your body, his second length begins to slide from its hardened sheath.

You've never seen this part of him before. It's thick and flexible, but finds your waiting core easily. Your head rolls back as your penetrated in one smooth stroke. And your lover hisses above you. His many legs twitching as a blinding pleasure overtakes him.

You feel a cool substance slide between your legs from him and very quickly, your body falls into a relaxed state. The bliss and pleasure remains as your partner fucks slowly into you. Thrusting until you feel him so deep inside you it feels like he's pressing against your womb.

You watch as his abdomen swells and tightens, then something round begins to slide down the length that connected the two of you.

Your mouth falls open as your walls are stretched and the burn of the intrusion is soothed by whatever aphrodisiac like secretion pours from his cock.

The egg sack settles heavily in your core and you groan as a second follows.

Your Drider lover purrs sweet words to you as you open your legs more for him. Welcoming his eggs as he continues to pound into you. A loving, but brutal, rhythm so his eggs are left as deep within you as you can take.

Your Drider lover only stops when he feels you can take no more. And he slides out of you slowly. Kissing his way down your body until his fangs trace over your inner thighs.

When his tongue licks over your core, you feel his eggs roll inside you as you squirm under the harsh stimulation.

"You look so beautiful swollen with my brood, my love." He says. Pressing more kisses along your rounded abdomen.

[gothghostiie]

dare i say.. hyrbid!poly 141 x reader x oviposition?? hear me out on this.. maybe... only if your comfortable!

rrrrr yesyesyes.

going with something non descriptive for what hybrid they are, since im not sure what you'd prefer!!

cw: poly!141, ovipostion, belly bulge

you had no idea ot would get like this when you joined their little polycule!! you knew they were hybrids, and given their species you know they lay eggs - but you didn't expect to be their little incubator:((

passed around between them, belly slowly sweelling from them pumping their eggs into you again and again, hole sore at this point :( theyre making out, groping each other to be able to keep going to get all of their eggs into you - they're already so excited for when they're ready to hatch, seeing you all swollen with their eggs, knowing you'll have to lay them eventually:((

[bunnis-monsters]

Do Queens from different hives interact and share tips for mating?

Also, pregnant sex please, imagine being so full of eggs a big strong bee hybrid holds you by your armpits to alleviate the weight while below you another pretty bee lifts your hips and slides you up and down their cocks.

I’d say no, they usually really dislike each other. You are probably the only queen willing to be kind, the others view you as a potential rival and target for assassination. The only reason the other queen: haven’t killed you yet is because your hive is very strong and some of your sons have joined their hives to diversify their numbers.

Now onto the smut!

The bee hybrids absolutely love pregnant sex. Seeing you waddle down the halls and play with the children while you’re barely able to move gets them going. It’s not long before they’re taking you into a spare room, one lifting you up and the other pushing their fat cock into that pretty cunt of yours.

Your belly is already distended and heavy with eggs, but they hold you up anyways, finding pleasure in taking turns pushing your womb to its limits.

Your tits spurt warm milk as your pussy takes the final egg, and you’re finally filled to the brink. They lick up your milk happily, giving your clit some gently rubs to make you clench around their eggs!

By the time they’re done, you’re so heavy you can’t walk anymore, and they have to carry you back to your room… a little guilty that they’ve stuffed you a bit too full. They’ll snuggle you and give you tons of kisses and fluffy hugs to make you feel better though!

The urge to fill you with more eggs is always on every bee hybrid’s mind, even when you’re so stuffed full of eggs that you’re barely able to get around.

How are they supposed to control themselves when their queen is so cute and plump, so breedable? It’s a mystery on why this hasn’t happened yet.

Of course, the two are reprimanded for mating with you and skipping ahead in the line(each bee gets their turn to mate with you in your quarters) but it’s hard to blame them.

You don’t really mind either, now you get pampered and spoiled even more!

[merakiui]

I just can't keep the thought of wrapping my legs around a mer-eel waist⬆️↗️➡️↘️⬇️↙️⬅️↖️↕️↔️↪️⤴️⤵️🔃🔄

Like just think about it, with their prehensile dicks and everything 🛐🛐🛐 Or maybe even... a Naga Jamil waist🤌🤌🤌🤸‍♀️🛌👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️👩‍🦽👩‍🦽‍➡️

Ngl the stealth sex would be going wild with that yk🤠🤠🤲🤝👐🙏🫦

AAAAA OMG…….. being an eel mer as well,,,, it’s like that one meme of that person who found two snails (or maybe it was two insects??) wrapped around each other and they found out that those snails were actually mating. T_T that same concept but with you and Floyd or Jade. Being wrapped around him and an unknowing diver finds the two of you curled up close and thinks it’s just the mer eel version of innocent cuddling. Really, it’s just him fucking you full of eggs. :)

Or with a naga Jamil… the way he could have you coiled in his tail, warming both of his cocks, while you take every egg he gives you… all while any onlookers are oblivious to what’s actually happening.

The same with Azul!!!! Maybe it looks like an octopus who’s caught his prey, but the reality is that he’s just fucking you hehe. Aaaa maybe this same concept with Azul and the human he’s grown infatuated with. Everyone on the beach just thinks the octo-mer is being overly curious, but they don’t know the tentacles are inching closer and closer to the space between your thighs, crawling beneath your swimsuit. >:)

[toxycodone]

ship. trans (ftm) kabru x reader

cw. nsfw + oviposition + monster/beastkin!reader

an. very very self indulgent for me and my followers. basically, kabru’s pretty and you gotta fill him with eggs. it’s only right.

It’s not often Kabru finds himself in situations like this. Or ever. Yet. Here he is, all due to his inability to say no.

And well, he can’t just blame it on that. The situation at hand is a byproduct of his own curiosity as well. Deep in the back of his mind, this is something Kabru’s been secretly curious about as well.

Breeding season is never easy. And it’s especially more difficult when you have such a handsome lover like Kabru around.

Your body’s been on overdrive. You could tell by your newfound appetite along with the growing desire building for Kabru. You need him. More than what he’s already given you, though. That’s not enough.

Just looking at him would have your mind on fire. His pretty, blues eyes…lithe body…even the sheen on his plump lips would be enough to make you shake off thoughts of pinning him to the table and fucking his brains out.

It got worse when the two of you would retire to his quarters at night. Sex didn’t even need to be on the table. When Kabru would take off his shirt, exposing his smooth tummy…

You’d wonder what it’d look like filled with your eggs. Kabru’s skinny enough that you’re sure you’d be able to see the distension in his abdomen after you pumped him full. He’d be such a good carrier, maybe a little broody—you shake your head. It’s enough Kabru’s conquered his fear of monster kind and has decided to enter a romantic relationship with you. You couldn’t ask him for this. Not now.

Kabru notices your discomfort. It’s written on your face the way you seem to be holding back around him. Disengaging with him sexually. He asks about it. And after a little discussion…he seems curious—maybe morbidly so. But it’s his responsibility as your boyfriend? Mate? Whatever? To help you, right? And it’s not like this can go anywhere unless you choose to fertilize them, so…

The length of your ovipositor rests against Kabru’s thigh. His chest rises and falls with a quick rhythm as you start to cover it with his slick.

“Is it going to hurt…?” He asks. There’s apprehension in his tone, but in the back of your mind you know he isn’t going to back out. His hard on makes that clear.

“Just a little.” You answer honestly. “There’s secretions that’ll…open you up. Keep you comfortable. But it’ll take a moment for that to kick in.”

Your body isn’t meant to breed with a humans. But you know it’ll affect Kabru’s similarly to a mate of your kind. It’ll feel odd at first, but pleasurable. You have a feeling he’ll come to enjoy it more than anticipated.

You line yourself up with Kabru’s entrance, then gently push in. This in itself isn’t a new experience. Kabru’s walls eagerly open for your length as they usually do. His head falls back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering as he does so. You place a kiss to his neck, continuing to pump in and out of the man before you. Kabru’s breathing picks up as his light moans fill the air.

You relish in his warmth around your length. It feels good, no, great. The familiar way his walls flutter around you and clench when you hit a certain spots makes you shudder…but something more primal than achieving orgasm drives you. After ensuring Kabru’s had enough time to stretch out, you let your length bottom out inside Kabru fully. You use one hand to gently stroke his cock, making Kabru’s thighs twitch as more wetness starts to leak from his slit.

He cracks open an eye. He’s so gorgeous, you have to resist the butterflies that flutter in your stomach.

“You’re stopping?”

You huff, lifting Kabru’s hips to better angle to fuck him deeper. Your length presses against his cervix—knocking the entrance to his womb. Kabru hisses, and you shush him with a kiss. As you said, the secretions from earlier have his body loosening up. An egg passes down your ovipositor, prying Kabru open for you.

He cries out. It’s in discomfort at first, but it quickly turns into pleasure. You can tell by the way his eyes roll back that your own biology is ensuring the upmost pleasure for your mate. His body shakes with orgasm after orgasm as you continue to fill him. Each one you talk him through it, cooing words of encouragement and praise of how well he’s taking you. How perfect he is for letting you impregnate him.

Kabru takes the eggs surprisingly well. Each one that fills his warm hole has him gasping and groaning in pleasure. It’s the same for you too. Not only is it pleasurable to have him clenching you and milking your length, but there’s a biological need taken care of by filling your mate with your eggs. You’ve staked your claim on his womb.

“M’ full…” Kabru mutters. His words are slurred—likely a mix from the pleasure and effects of the chemicals from your body.

You take a look at his abdomen. It’s slightly distended. Kabru’s human anatomy likely can’t make room for any more eggs, at least not in his womb.

“Can’t take anymore?” You tease, kissing his temple now. “I think you can stomach just a few more.”

He growls. You comment about him being broody already, which doesn’t earn you any favors.

Kabru tsks, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“Just pull out. I gotta…”

He seems…very embarrassed. Which is odd, considering the situation at hand has progressed past the need for that. You shrug and oblige.

Kabru parts his thighs. His hole twitches annd ass flexes as he tries to push something out. His puffy lips part to let out one egg, and then another. You’d feel bad if it weren’t for the lewd moans he’s making—along with the pride you feel for wearing out his human body.

“I guess I did fill you up, hm?” You kiss his skin as Kabru’s face falls in relief.

“I’m just glad it’s over…” Kabru says. Drowsiness lies thick in his tone. “I’m exhausted…”

“Who said it was over?”