#cw oviposition

[seakicker]

you are so weird for wanting merman childe to knock you up full with his eggs. that’s literally so gross. please don’t describe in great, exact detail how big his merman dick is, the shape, if it curves, the colour, how much cum he can produce, does he even produce cum or just eggs and how big his cum and/or eggs would make you. that and knowing how he feels about knocking you up with merbabies would really, really make me upset.

afab + gn reader, oviposition, breeding, pregnancy, and monsterfucking below!

i am absurd for wanting a massive clutch of merman childe's eggs nestled safe and sound in my womb, you're right. i'd like you to consider merchilde with a prehensile cock because that just fits mermen so well in my opinion... what's better than a cock that's essentially a tentacle exploring your holes, prodding at every last sensitive spot inside of you with pinpoint precision in a way a human cock can't, and slithering through your folds just to make you squirm from the strange, slimy sensation rubbing against the most delicate part of your body?

his cock typically rests safe and sound inside of a slit on his crotch when unaroused, but when it's mating season or when he gets horny (or when you otherwise unknowingly arouse him bc boy do i love the idea of a human reader accidentally initiating some kind of merfolk mating custom), it emerges from that slit and grows nice and big in preparation to fill you with eggs. it's the same color as his tail -- i like to imagine a deep cyan -- and has a thick, thick base. that girth gradually tapers off the closer you get to the tip, which is nice and thin and small enough to trace perfectly around your clit.

see, i like the idea of childe being able to make cum and eggs so his babies are just a little batch of mini-childes with all of his genetic information-- you're just an incubator and nothing more in this sort of scenario since you're not supplying any genetic material yourself. i like the idea of humans being used as incubators... he hypothesizes that a single merman being able to supply the eggs and the sperm is some way of ensuring a successful breeding since the ocean is a little more cutthroat, unsafe, and cruel than human life is; it's easier to create offspring when it only takes one being and when mermen produce far more eggs than the amount that'll actually make it to full-term. the cum's a lot different from human cum, though... it's colder, slimier/runnier, and he makes much more of it than humans do. it's only natural when he has multiple eggs to fertilize-- humans really only have to worry about one egg at a time; twins or other sets of multiples are the exception, not the rule!

and oh, is he delighted to take advantage of how shocked holding so many babies at one time makes your body feel. he knows that human bodies are typically used to one child at a time, so when he manages to pump 10 or so eggs (a typical clutch size for his species, he explains) in you at one time? he's just delighted by how beautifully you swell and how easy it is to reduce you to a breathless, shaky mess because of the intense amount of effort it takes to carry such a heavy tummy around all day. it's unlikely that all ten make it to full term because of crowding and just general shell weakness, but it doesn't matter-- you're guaranteed to have a clutch of at least four when they're ready to lay. i like to imagine they have a soft, jellylike shell and are birthed just like that; they hatch on their own outside of the body. you're just there to keep 'em warm until they're ready to crack!

#merchilde my love #merman childe #merman tartaglia #spicy #juju bakery #cw oviposition #cw breeding #cw pregnancy #tartaglia smut #childe smut #afab reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

[crypticdesire]

you, me, and the sea are meant to be

MINORS DNI

dom amab reader x yandere!mermaid rook (around 3.5k words)

cw: rook is a little insane, yandere behavior, almost causes reader to drown, rook has an ovipositor and cloaca, ovipositioning, mention of baby trapping, face fucking, ...mmmm i think thats all....

You couldn’t decide if it was a good idea to come out here today. Wind mixed with briny mist causes your shirt to billow out away from your skin, and your pants slowly become damp from the cool wet rock you’re sitting on. Despite this you can’t help but enjoy looking out across the ocean on an overcast day, the muted grey tones of the sky and sea lulling you into a state of serenity.

Though there are some certain shades of vibrant colors you wouldn’t mind seeing. You stare intently at the water directly below you lapping gently against the low sides of the rock, a growing temptation to dip your feet into the water. It would no doubt be cold and you might get sick, but ever since you met them it was like the water was calling out to you.

Growing up on the hill above this rocky shore, you had spent plenty of time playing in the ocean, but now when the salty water met your skin it felt like you were being wrapped in some form of mystic energy. You liked to think that the sea acknowledged your presence and somehow made them aware of it too, although you were sure it was a foolish thought you should never voice to anyone else. Still, you find yourself allowing the small waves to lightly splash against your shins as you sway your feet in the murky water below you.

After a while goosebumps cover your skin, and you decide it’s probably time to accept they won’t be here today, and make the trek back up the steep rocky path that almost no one but yourself found worth the trouble to use to access a shore that seemed to be more rock than sand.

Just in time to stop you, however, something grabs your ankles causing your heart to leap out of your chest, half of a scream stuck as a lump in your throat.

Damn it. You should have gotten used to this by now, but at least your reactions aren’t as dramatic as they were before. You don’t even pull your feet out of the water as the hold on you is released, waiting for Rook’s head to pop out of the water. He was the only one out of the three that ever tried to catch you off guard like this, claiming it was a great source of amusement. And just like usual he has a coy smile on his face when he surfaces.

“Oh, mon joyau terrestre. I told you to always be prepared for the unexpected when you venture into our murky depths, non?” He casually adjusts the wet strands of his bangs before resting his elbows on the rock you sit on. His vibrant tail with a mix of purple and red scales bobs on the surface of the water, a tug of awe still pulling at you despite how many times you’ve seen it.

“It is really unexpected if you do it every time?”

“Perhaps not, and yet you still make yourself vulnerable every time” His sigh is not one of curiosity or disappointment but fondness. When you ask him about Vil and Epel, his smile remains but his eyes slightly narrow.

“My beauty isn’t enough to satiate you, mon joyau terrestre?” He rests his head on one of his hands, batting his pale lashes that still have small droplets of water on them.

“You know your company is always enough for me” You nudge his bare shoulder with your knee. “I was just wondering if I should expect someone else since you’re always the first to arrive”

“Maybe I just can’t break the cold surface of the water fast enough to feel the warm embrace of your smile” He gives you a toothy grin, a smile filled with more sharp teeth than you ever thought a mermaid would have. Rook let your curious fingers touch them once, maybe a little too eagerly, and you found them to be razor sharp just like the talons on his hands. Natural features for an omnivorous creature that lived in the depths of the ocean where they weren’t at the top of the food chain they assured you. But something was alluring about the juxtaposition between their delicate beauty and threatening features. A tingle went through you each time your skin was touched by one of Rook’s talons.

As if noticing where your attention has gone, Rook adds to his poetic words. “And scope out any threats of course”

Looking at him, it was hard to believe anything would faze him; however, from what they’ve told you their habit is to always avoid the dangers of land and its humans. Why they chose to continually interact with you is a question that goes unanswered. Migrating to your tiny corner of the world every summer maybe meant they didn’t fear a person they perhaps watched as a child stumble on the rocks and talk to any little creatures they came across. You met them as an adult a year ago, but Rook always talked like he already knew you.

“But to answer your question, the others won’t be joining us today. Vil has some matters to attend to, and Epel has been dragged along with him as punishment for going into the waters of the snatchers” You know he’s talking about the area the local fisherman frequent. “Just insists on staying in trouble I suppose” he sighs insincerely.

“I came today to give you something” he continues, taking a chain off his neck you didn’t notice before. As he pulls it out of the water you see the gold chain holds a jewel in a deep shade of purple. You aren’t familiar enough with jewels to know what it is, but it’s in a beautiful teardrop shape.

After dropping it into your hand, Rook pulls himself up so he can sit on the rock beside you. He insists on putting it on for you, your eyes intently studying his blue ones as he does. His touch lingers at your neck, talon grazing your skin as he follows the chain from your neck to your chest. You try to subtly adjust yourself to hide the fact the tingle has traveled down below your waist as well.

“I like there being something close to you that makes you think of me. Something close to your heart…” he trails off voice sounding mesmerized as the back of his hand caresses the place over your heart. He stares at the spot with yearning, almost like he wants to caress your actual heart.

You two had undeniably gotten closer this summer, this not being the first time he has visited you alone. You’ve learned that mermaids’ forms of affection, even platonic affection, centered around physical touch. But Rook’s touch had begun to feel different at some point, something more intimate about it that too easily stirred a desire in you. Unable to resist these urges, one day you two crossed the line of what could be considered platonic and never had any regrets.

You expect him to kiss you now, but any evidence of lust is gone in an instant as his expression morphs into one of pure delight, asking you to swim with him. Despite your reservations about the cold water before, it takes little convincing from Rook to coax you out of your clothes and into the water. You remind yourself that the end of summer will come and so will your time with Rook. Of course, your undergarments don’t help keep you warm at all, but Rook’s playful nature distracts you just enough so you’re not unconformable as your body adjusts to the cooler temperature.

“I love watching you swim mon joyau terrestre! The rhythmic movement of your legs is so adorable” he gushes. He dips underwater, and you feel his fingertips caress the length of your leg, from ankle to upper thigh. You tense when that touch extends to your clothed cock, that tingling sensation returning. When Rook resurfaces, however, he doesn’t acknowledge the intimate touch and instead engages you in more of his games.

After a while you give your body a reprieve, the sea calm enough to float on your back. You bask in the peaceful quiet, your ears submerged underwater and Rook idly playing with your fingers. A muffled sound tells you he’s starting to say something so you ask him to repeat it, slightly turning your head so one ear is above the water.

“Que c’est beau” he says “It’s like you were meant for the ocean. Such a shame you need air and swimming is so exhausting for you. I wish you could stay in the sea swimming with me all day” he pouts.

“Even with my pruney fingers” you joke, waggling your wrinkled fingers in front of him.

“I’ll take you pruney fingers and all” he gently presses a kiss to each fingertip. “If you could, would you go with me? Let the ocean be your home?” You smile at the thought.

“It’s certainly appealing” you reply not wanting to dwell too long on the impossible.

“I want that.” His grip tightens on your hand. “I want it so bad” Not knowing what to say, you let the quiet return, both your ears back underwater. Rook’s hold is still tight but you don’t mind. You don’t mind that is until he uses it to drag you underwater.

At first, you think it’s one of his games aimed at getting you to start swimming, but his grip on your wrist is ironclad as he pulls you deeper than expected. You try to grasp his wrist with your other hand to let him know you want him to stop, but he doesn’t even look at you. You don’t know what his goal is, but the surprise dive gave you little time to fill your lungs with air, and you close your eyes struggling to hold your breath.

All of a sudden he stops and lets go of your wrist. You open your eyes again to reveal the blurry image of his face smiling back at you, the momentum of the dive causing you to bump into his chest. You point to the surface, indicating you need air, and begin to kick your legs, catching a glimpse of Rook’s smile morphing into a frown. You don’t make it very far, however, his hands grasping you again. This time, he wraps his arms around both your arms and torso, holding you close to his chest. You can feel him nuzzle his face into your neck, but your body has gone into survival mode and you struggle against him. With little control over your arms, you desperately kick your legs, feeling them make weak contact with his tail.

Panicking you forcibly bite down on his shoulder without thinking about the consequences, his surprise loosening his grip around you. You immediately push yourself away from him and try to ignore the burning sensation in your lungs as water enters them. You can’t gauge how far away you are from the surface, so you just continue swimming. Your thoughts become unclear, the pain in your chest ebbing away but hopefully, the movements of your legs haven’t slowed. If only you could reach the surface. Black spots float between you and the surface. You think you’re still swimming.

You feel slightly detached from your body, but you feel the cool sensation of air as your hand breaks through the surface. When your face surfaces you flap your arms wildly looking for something to hold on to, coughing and spluttering as you barely keep your face above water. Your limbs are growing heavier and you can feel your body giving out when a sudden force propels you out of the water. Your mind is slow to catch up, but a few moments later you feel the rough surface of a rock beneath you, your insides burning as you violently cough up water.

You feel weak. Your body. Your breathing. Your ability to think and process what happened. All weak.

Eyes closed, you try to focus on your breathing first, opening your eyes again when you have it steady. You’re only able to squint at first, your eyes stinging and sensitive to the light even with it being overcast, but you can eventually open them wider to see the blurry form of Rook sitting beside you. You expect yourself to have some kind of reaction. You still can’t think clearly, but he almost drowned you, right? Do you even let yourself think that he was trying to drown you?

If Rook sees that you’ve come to, he doesn’t acknowledge it, simply humming as he gently traces circles into your thighs with his fingertip. Your eyes drift to his shoulder, the place where you bit him already becoming a bruise.

“You-“ your voice comes out hoarse and can’t even say another word before you go into another coughing fit. It at least gets Rook to talk to you.

“That was unexpected, non?” he softly smiles. He waits patiently for you to respond.

“I could..” You take in a shallow breath. “..have died” Your voice is quiet, not holding any of the rage or fear that would be logical to feel.

“At least a dead body doesn’t need air” he giggles. Your chest becomes tight like it’s feeling with water again. You try to discern the emotion behind his eyes, but find that you’re unable to do so.

“Relax,” he squeezes your thigh affectionately. “I’m only joking. Of course, I prefer you alive. I get to enjoy you more that way. I thought about it and in the ocean, the skin of your dead body would peel away too quickly, and I’d hate to share pieces of you with bottom feeders.” His mirthful laughter can’t erase the truthful tone of his words.

“Plus, I’d miss the way your body reacts to my touch” he looks at you through his lashes, the fingertip that was formerly on your thigh now rubbing the length of your cock over your soaked underwear. You feel the slightest tingling sensation, but you’re not even sure you could get hard right now. But you also don’t ask Rook to stop.

“Are you in pain?” He questions, which is a question you have to take a moment to think about, still not feeling completely connected to your body. The worst feeling right now is the painful raw feeling inside your throat and nose from having the salt water in your body. Your limbs feel weak and heavy, but you’re sure the soreness will hit you with its full force tomorrow.

“Just a bit” you decide to answer, voice still raspy.

“Do you want me to make you feel better?” He teases the band of your underwear. The logical part of your mind, though still dull, is saying that you should get away from him as soon as you can, but could your weak body really make it up that steep hill right now? He did admit he prefers you alive, so you can’t be in danger anymore, right?

You end up nodding your head, and Rook beams at you, immediately moving to remove your underwear. You let him do all the work, of course, watching every movement of his hands as he tosses your underwear to the side and wraps them around your flaccid cock.

He lets his spit drop onto your tip, spreading it down your length as he strokes you. He kisses your tip before taking you into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure as he tries to take you fully into his mouth. He’s careful with his teeth, but you feel a gentle scrape on the underside of your dick occasionally, causing your thighs to tremble.

His tongue is warm as it roams your cock, and you can’t help but let out a moan of pleasure when he gives the same attention to your balls, sucking on them gently after he’s licked their surface. There’s the smallest tug in the pit of your stomach to let you know his ministrations are working. You even lift your hips a bit to push your cock deeper into his mouth when he takes it between his lips again. Spurred on by your actions and the potential of getting you hard, Rook pleasures you with more fervor, hands circling the base of your cock while he bobs his head taking the rest of you.

As you become more vocal, Rook becomes more sloppy, his drool coating your cock as he continues to suck you off. He whimpers when he feels your hand grasp his hair and tries to deep-throat you again. You attempt to thrust into his mouth again, but his lips leave you too soon, hand rubbing your tip again.

“Your mouth doesn’t deserve a break” you grunt using your grip on his damp hair to force him back down on your cock. You feel him moan around your cock as you bob his head up and down your length, and then you bury his face in your pubic hair as you try to hit the back of his throat. He doesn’t resist you so you continue to pull his head up a bit before roughly forcing it back down until he’s coughing and spluttering like you were earlier.

“I’m close,” you tell him when you let go of his hair.

“I want to taste you in my mouth” he pants, fondling your balls with one hand as he goes back down to swirl his tongue around your tip. He then takes your tip into his mouth sucking as he strokes your base with his hand, and it doesn’t take long for you to approach your climax, hand twisting itself back into Rook’s hair as you come into his mouth. He whines, sucking you harder, and he doesn’t take you out of his mouth until he’s sure you’re done.

“Mmm. I love the taste of you mon joyau terrestre” he looks almost delirious as he takes his thumb to push some cum that leaked out onto his bottom lip back into his mouth, eyes fluttering as he savors the taste.

“I can’t seem to control myself around you” he keens, laying down beside you, and you prop yourself up on your side so that you can watch his hands trail down his abdomen and go to the scales of his tail. His fingertips begin to gently massage his half-extended ovipositor. Adjacent to that is his slit, which you wouldn’t even know how to locate if it wasn’t for him showing you a couple of weeks ago. He let you slip your fingers into his squishy insides and explore his cloaca just as eagerly as he let you explore his teeth.

You trace your finger along the edge of the slit now, causing Rook to whimper and beg you to touch him. He whines as you dip your finger just over the edge, fingertips roaming his cloaca before teasing his entrance.

“Please” he begs again, still massaging his ovipositor and you push the tip of your finger in, watching Rook’s expression as his eyes roll backward in pleasure. You wiggle your finger in the wet warmth of his entrance just in the slightest to stretch him out a bit.

“Ah you feel perfect inside me” he praises as you continue stretching him. “I wish you could fertilize my eggs, so I know you’d have a reason to see me again. I need you to be here every migration season waiting for me” His tail squirms as you push the rest of your finger into him. He’s so wet now, that his insides make a squelching sound as you thrust two fingers into him.

The end of his tail firmly slaps the surface of the water a few times, back arching off the rock as he climaxes. You slip your fingers out of him as he quickly turns on his side and watch as he gasps in pleasure letting out a series of three eggs. After he’s done he gently caresses the eggs with his fingers, looking up at you with adoration.

“Que c’est beau” he smiles leaning forward to brush his nose against yours, and you hold your breath until he relaxes his forehead against yours. Heat rises to your cheeks at the intimate mermaid gesture he’s shown you before, that heat being one of a burning need to have more. He seems prepared for the moment when your lips meet his, tongue probing your mouth, movements much more natural to him now than the first time you kissed.

“I know you can’t fertilize these eggs,” he says sadly when you pull apart. “But you will always wait for me, non? I want you all for myself all the time, but the sea doesn’t seem to want to grant that wish." he sighs wistfully.

"The only way I leave you is if I know you’re always thinking of me. Promise you’ll never take that necklace off” his eyes shine with desperate need as he places a hand on your shoulder, talons slightly digging into your skin. You weren’t sure what your life would be like in a year, but given what happened earlier today there was only one right answer.

“I promise”

#twisted wonderland #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt #dom reader #cw oviposition #cw yandere

[gabessquishytum]

I loved the Sea witch!Dream/Merman!Hob prompt and I wanted to play around with Dream's and possessiveness.

I’m coming at this sideways, but stay with me.

When Cori left his village he knew he'd be back one day. There was something, someone, there that belonged to him.

Cori had watched Hob grow from a wiggling bundle of seaweed to an alluring, young mer, wild and free. As the orphans of their village they had gravitated together due to their shared circumstances, but soon grew to be the best of friends. No one else could understand them better than the other. No one else cared enough. No one else bothered to try. They were each others, in a way no one else could touch. And if anyone dared to try Cori would make sure they weren't alive to feel the next tide.

As Cori neared adulthood he knew he’d need to leave. He needed secure work to provide for Hob and their future family. He also needed a way to secure Hob's undying, romantic affections. He knew Hob loved him, but he didn't love Cori the same way Cori loved him. He couldn't have that. No one else was allowed to have Hob. Hob belonged to him and he knew just the being that could grant his desire.

Hob was exploring a ravine on the edge of Dream's territory when he a body slammed into him, spinning him around, leaving him dazed and pinned against the ravine wall. He could feel hands patting along his body and he struggled to lift his own, to push them away.

“Hob! Hob. You're alive.”

Words washed over him and were swept away, as if they were caught in a current.

“I knew it! They lied to me. You would never leave me that like.”

Wait. He knew that voice. It was loved and dearly missed. It was family and comfort and affection.

“What happened, Hob? You didn't wait for me.” There was hurt there, under sharp worry.

“Cori. Missed you.” Hob blinked, slow, fought to bring the world into focus, to place his hands on Cori's chest. It felt like fighting against the weight of the deep ocean, but he managed it. Cori looked fiercer than when he left, broader in shoulder. There where ornaments braided into his hair and something dark and reflective over his eyes.

“I’m here now. Nothing will ever separate us again.” There were hands on his face, cradling him. Cori was growing closer. “I'll take care of everything.”

Lips touched his. No. That was wrong. A tongue invaded his mouth. No. Only Dream was allowed to do that. Something poured down his throat, sulphurous and bitter. No!

Grey, soft and distorting, stole the world away and Hob knew no more.

Dream feels it when the tether tying Hob to him snaps. The sharp, sweet taste of Desire’s magic sliding along his palate and, fainter, the reverberating, whispers of Despair. How dare they! Hob is his, in magic and oath and body.

Dream threw himself from his cave, gathering shadows as he went. The seas would run red with blood until Hob was once more in his arms.

And then I ran out of steam. I didn't know if I wanted Hob to be pregnant already or not. I suppose it depends on if you want to lean more into horror, like Cori forcing a miscarriage, or drama, with Dream storming the castle underprepared, but in the nick of time.

I also thought it'd be great for Dream to head immediately to Desire and Despair, thinking they were deliberately trying to provoke him, only to learn he wasn't a factor at all. The were fulfilling the wish of a obsessive and possessive merman, but they would be willing to give him the name in exchange for a small favor.

They last thing I have is a scene of Hob and Dream home once again. Hob wrapped up in Dream's tentacles, barely able to move while Dream croons mine and love and never again against Hob's skin. Hob responds with his own refrain: yours and always and forever entangled.

— 🏵

This is sooooo!!! Good!!!! I love the drama of it all!!!!!!

I'm imagining Hob being locked away in the cave where Cori takes him. He tried to fight against the magic and swim away, but Cori caught him and locked him away in a cage made from the remnants of a shipwreck. No matter how much Hob begs, Cori just hushes him and tell him to calm down - he's been brainwashed by that terrible sea witch Dream, but soon he'll remember that he really belongs to Cori. He always has and always will, and however long it takes, Cori will help him see that.

Hob only stops fighting and begging when he realises that he's carrying Dream’s clutch of eggs. Fortunately the pregnancy isn't very obvious from the outside, but Hob is terrified that Cori will crush the eggs if he finds out. Hob becomes compliant, but whenever Cori goes to sleep, Hob works on tools to try and pry open the cage.

Meanwhile Dream is trying not to throttle his siblings as they refuse to take responsibility for their actions. They claim that they just gave Cori the ability to reclaim his chosen mate, nothing more. Dream growls and thrashes against the water, nearly causing a tsunami, but he grits his teeth and agrees to give up some of his territory to the twins - IF they will reveal Hob’s location.

Once he knows where to find Cori, Dream grows so large in size he can simply reach out with a tentacle across leagues and leagues of the ocean and grab the merman who has stolen Hob away. Hob can only hear Cori's screams and shrieks of pain as the scales are stripped from his body, his eyes are removed, and he's finally slammed repeatedly against the seafloor. It's horrible. But Hob breathes a sigh of relief. His eggs will be safe, now.

And soon Dream is there with him. Prying open the cage and plucking Hob out of the cave entirely, he squeezes Hob against his body tight. He only lets up a bit when Hob yelps and tells him to be careful with the eggs! Eggs!!!

Dream practically ties Hob up in his own tentacles to keep him safe on the way home, which is surprisingly pleasant. Hob feels safe in the comfortable restraints. He nuzzles against Dream and clings on tight, knowing for sure that Dream will never let him out of his sight again - Hob is very much okay with that. He'll be a piece of treasure in Dream’s deep-sea hoarde. Particularly if their precious clutch of eggs get to grow and live safely.

All Dream has to say to that is yes. mine.

#🏵 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #merpeople #cw kidnapping #cw gore #cw mpreg #cw oviposition

[frenchfrywrites]

They put eggs in him?!

MINORS DNI

Ehe thank u for the commission @peedpanties <3 i love that i got to write abt some of my fave things in the world such as eggs and crying men and pee and levi :)

Warnings: amab gender neutral dom top reader, sub bottom Levi, levi has a vent + tentacle hemipenis, animalistic/demonic traits, piss!!, eggs!!, ovipositioning, dacryphilia

To your utter delight and surprise, Leviathan is the one to suggest the eggs.

“Stop smiling at me like that,” he scrunches his nose in mock disgust, laying on the bed in front of you, his legs spread with you seated comfortably between them. “It’s weird.”

But you can’t help it, you’re so proud of him for working up the courage to ask you to try a new kink with him. Most times it’s hard enough to remind him that it’s okay for him to indulge in the stuff you know he likes. It’s a big deal that he not only let you know about his interest in ovipositioning, but that he had prepared and researched and wanted to jump right in.

“Okay,” you hum, and don’t stop smiling at him. “Are you ready?” and here’s where the blushing begins. Levi nods, looking away, but spreading his legs wider for you. This is the Levi you’re prepared for when it comes to trying out new kinks: the cute, bashful, and sometimes nearly unbelievably shy Levi. 

You know to take it slow and easy with him, watching him carefully for any negative reaction. Luckily, because of his preparation, there won’t be the typical shuffling and maneuvering, and you’re able to simply reach for the lube next to you to generously slick up your fingers. Levi gasps softly when you run your wet fingers along his vent, spreading his lips open, so you can access his hole. 

You’re hard just from looking at him (well, the kissing and heavy petting that occurred earlier to soothe Levi’s nerves certainly helped), but your cock will go largely neglected during this. It might hurt and annoy you later, but right now you’re so consumed with Levi that you can almost forget how turned on you are. 

Your first finger slips in easily, rubbing against his already gooey insides. His hemipenis are still sealed away within his vent, and your finger brushes against the appendages every so often. Levi lets out a breathy whine when you slip in a second finger. 

The five silicone eggs that came with the ovipositor are the most beginner friendly that you could find, while still fulfilling Levi’s desire to feel full. This is your first time trying this, after all, and you wanted to make it as safe and inviting as possible for your predictably anxious lover. You figure if you can get him comfortably stretched out with three fingers, he’ll be prepared enough to take the eggs.

It’s not long at all before you’re able to slip in a third finger, and Levi melts into the bed beneath him, purring loudly. His vent has gotten more wet as you’ve loosened him up, and you can feel his cocks trying to press their way out. Your fingers dance around them, working Levi up even more with each brush against them. 

“I think you’ll be ready soon,” you tell him, flexing your fingers open and closed, making sure his vent is open for your eggs. Levi makes a little noise, a sign that he heard you, and he tightens around your fingers. 

After a moment more, you slowly slide your fingers out of him, causing Levi to whine softly. The tips of his cocks peak out of his vent, wriggling as they try to free themselves. Levi brings a hand down, pressing the heel of his palm against his hole to keep them in (he grinds against his hand a little, but you pretend not to notice). 

Picking up the ovipositor you then lube it up quickly. It’s shaped like a tentacle, which did not surprise you in the slightest.

“Good to go?” you ask, noticing that Levi is still covering his vent. 

“Yeah- yes, we just have to wait a second cause I’ll- um- cum too quick,” he practically whispers that last bit. You coo,

“Aw okay, just let me know when you’re ready,” you tell him, leaning down to kiss him. Levi moans against your lips, opening his mouth for your tongue. He makes all sorts of noises as you kiss him deeply, and you swallow them up eagerly. 

“Ah,” he huffs after finally pulling away, “‘m ready,” he tells you, looking up with those big amber eyes that make your knees weak. 

Slowly, he moves his hand, revealing his vent to you once again. You press the head of the ovipositor against his entrance, and it pops in easily. From there it’s smooth sailing, with you only pausing momentarily for Levi to adjust.

When there’s a little of the shaft left outside of him, you stop. Grabbing one of the eggs placed next to you, Levi’s eyes are wide and wild as he watches you lube it up. You smile to yourself as you watch his third eyelid blink, wetting his eye while still letting him continue to watch your every move.

“Okay,” you say, mostly to yourself, and sounding entirely too excited. Levi lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding when you push the egg into the ovipositor. You move it forward through the tentacle by squeezing a bit of the shaft. From there, Levi flexes and squeezes his vent around the ovipositor, and you’re unable to tell where the egg is until he gasps loudly.

“Oh! It’s in, it’s in,” he tells you excitedly, reaching out to touch you. You grab his hand, and he squeezes it, smiling happily and purring loudly.

“Feels good?” you ask hopefully. Levi nods,

“Yeah, um it is good, mhmm really good,” he blinks slowly, one eye and then the other- a telltale sign that he’s losing control already. Your cock throbs, knowing that even with only one egg inside, Levi is already so affected.

“Good!” you’re relieved that the experience so far is meeting his expectations, and making him feel good. “Another one?” He nods at your question,

“Yeah, please,” and with that, you’re slicking up another egg and repeating the process. Levi moans as it travels through the ovipositor, his voice cracking when it deposits into his vent. Then you push in another. It takes longer to press in this egg, and there’s a couple of times where you wonder if you should stop and give Levi a break, but he seems adamant and determined to keep going.

Levi holds onto your hand through it all, going from completely lax to a vice-like grip within a matter of seconds. 

“Ah-are you sure they’re all going to fit?” he asks breathlessly after the third egg slides into his vent, glancing over at the remaining eggs. It’s the first time that he’s shown any hesitence, and you know that means it’s time to heap on your reassurance and support. You coo,

“I think you can take two more baby,” he preens under the praise, “you’ve done so well with the first few, these next ones are going to be easy as cake,” you promise, leaning in to kiss his sweaty forehead. 

“Okay,” his voice sounds wobbly, but excited. You give him a moment to adjust to the three eggs inside of him before lubing up another.

Like you’d predicted, Levi’s able to take the remaining eggs into his vent. It takes even longer for these to deposit, and he’s gasping by the time the last one pushes inside of him. 

“Oh there we go,” you muse, rubbing his thigh gently, “they’re all in, good boy,” Levi moans weakly. You watch as his vent twitches around the ovipositor, adjusting to the weight and feel of the eggs inside of him. 

“How do you feel?” you ask curiously. 

“S’full,” he slurs, one of his hands coming to touch his belly. He sighs dreamily, “oh, ‘m gonna keep your eggs safe, I’ll-I’ll take good care of ‘em,” he babbles. You smile, suddenly very aware of your own arousal. 

“Aw, so good for me, darling,” you hum, reaching down to gently tug on the ovipositor. Levi whines, but ultimately lets you pull it from his vent. His hole gapes and you can feel your cock twitch. 

“Fuck Levi, you look so good,” you groan. Levi hiccups,

“You can’t fuh-fuck me when the eggs are inside,” he reminds you solemnly. 

“Are you gonna help me out some other way then?” you ask, grinning. Levi nods happily, mimicking your smile. It takes a moment while you shuffle around, but soon you’re laying next to him, so Levi can jerk you off comfortably. 

His hand is shaky and clumsy as he strokes you, but you’re so close already, you don’t mind much. 

“Mhmm Levi,” you moan, “love the way you look ah-all stuffed full of my eggs,” his pace stutters at your words. Levi’s eyes are glued to your cock, and he’s practically drooling. He rubs your tip, collecting the pre-cum bubbling there. 

Levi moans alongside you, rubbing his thighs together to quell the growing arousal in his gut. You want so badly to touch him, but he’d been very serious about not getting off until it was time to take the eggs out. He’d explained that one of his biggest fears about trying out the experience was accidentally letting an egg slide out of him before he was ready. 

Even though he’s not being pleasured by you, Levi seems more than content with watching and helping you get off. He licks his lips, flicking his hand up and down along your cock, faster and faster.

Your hips jerk into his fist as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Looking at the slight bulge in Levi’s stomach gets you off quicker than you’d care to admit. 

“Um, please cum,” Levi begs softly, “I wanna see it,” and you’d have to be dead to deny him. With a soft gasp, you clutch onto him, spilling over his newly bulged tummy. Levi moans alongside you, feeling how you pulse and twitch in his hand. 

When you’ve regained your breath and go soft, Levi smiles, 

“That was so hot,” he whispers, all flushed and cute. Unable to help yourself, you kiss him sweetly. When you pull back Levi looks mildly uncomfortable.

“No offense,” he starts, “but I wanna get cleaned up before it dries,” he tells you, very clearly referring to your cum. You laugh, and ease your way out of your bed, then help Levi to his feet. He’s a bit shaky, so you help him to the bathroom.

“Um, so the plan is,” Levi starts, as you grab some wipes to clean him up, “that I’m gonna keep these- your eggs in all day,” he reminds you. 

“Mhmm,” you make an affirmative sound, and Levi continues.

“I want you to be there when they have to come out again,” you look at him with a loving smile,

“Of course! I want to be there too,” you assure him. “I think,” you begin, when Levi goes quiet, “you’re going to have to help me out again after I watch you,” Levi’s jaw drops and his face goes up in flames. 

“Omg, you’re such a perv!” he cries. With a laugh you roll your eyes, because he’s so obviously calling the kettle black, but don’t say anything and instead start to tenderly clean him.

The two of you are with one another for a bit longer before parting ways. Levi heads (slowly, shakily,) to his room, and you go out, promising to return in a few hours. 

Levi thought it’d be easy to keep the eggs (your eggs, he keeps reminding himself) inside him all day long. He’s not a very active person, and he’d figured that would work in his favor. 

The walk to his room was agonizing. Though you’d been there to help, Levi was terrified of someone finding him in this state. You’d sworn that no one would be able to tell, but he felt his limp was obvious. And the way the eggs had moved inside of him was just a preview for how the day would continue.

For the first few hours, Levi’s in heaven. He can’t stop smiling to himself and running his hands over his stomach, so giddy and lovestruck over the fact that you did this to him. It’s remarkably easy to convince himself that the eggs are real, and they’re your clutch, and you chose him to carry them. It’s a fantasy he’s had a hundred times before, and is made so much more intense because he can feel the eggs inside of him.

Soon though, Levi runs into a few issues. 

He hadn’t thought about how they’d slide and rub against his hemipenis any time he shifted in his chair or got up. He hadn’t thought about how there would be a constant press and bulge against his belly, reminding him that the eggs were seated deep within him. 

He had especially not thought of how to pee with them inside. 

When Levi felt the first pang of need from his bladder, a similar pang of anxiety shot through his body. What if they fell out while he tried to pee? The fear of the eggs popping out overcame his need to relieve himself, and Levi very quickly came to the conclusion that he should hold his pee. 

Not even two hours later, Levi is squirming and pressing his legs together as he tries his best to distract himself from how badly he has to pee. He can feel the eggs pressing against his bladder, and any time they move he feels like he’ll burst. 

His palms are sweating, and he feels like every hair on his body is standing up. Every so often, shivers rock their way from the top of his skull down to the tips of his toes. And, as much as Levi would hesitate to admit it, his vent is wet from the anticipation that comes with holding. The eggs moving around inside of him are painful and arousing all at the same time and it’s making Levi lightheaded. He finds himself grinding himself against his chair, wanting so badly to get off, but knowing that he can’t do that without wetting himself. 

He looks at the clock, and there are still a couple of hours until you agreed to meet up in his room again. He doesn’t know if he can last that long. 

Forty-five minutes later, Levi leaks a bit, and he can feel the eggs shift inside of him. In this brief moment his worst fears get confirmed, if he pees, your eggs will surely be pushed out of his vent.

Scrambling for his phone, Levi dials your number with shaky hands. 

“Hi lovely, how-”

“I need you,” Levi rushes, uncaring of where you are or with whom you’re with. 

There’s a second of rustling before he hears your voice again,

“What’d you say?”

“I need you,” he whines, pressing his hand against his vent to stop more pee from leaking out. 

“What’s the matter? Are you safe?”

Levi lets out a frustrated groan,

“Yes, look I need you here so I can take your eggs out, they’re- I have to pee so bad and they’re making it worse, it hurts so bad, and I’m so crazy horny at the same time– ew why did I tell you that?” he whines, humiliation making him feel hot, hotter than he already feels. Unable to help himself he continues rambling, “like I’m probably sitting in a puddle with how wet I am– ugh– I just need you here, please, ple-”

“Okay,” you breathe into the phone, and Levi feels a tingle go down his spine at how flustered you sound, “okay, shit, I’ll be there soon baby, can you wait twenty minutes? Can you last that long?” Levi scrunches his eyes shut, knowing every second of that twenty minutes is going to be agony for him.

“Yeah, just hurry? Please?” he hates that he sounds so small, but Levi doesn’t think he’s ever been this desperate before. 

“I’ll see you soon,” you promise, and with that you hang up.

Levi feels more and more like a caged animal with each second that passes. It’s right when he considers dropping his pants and pissing on the floor, letting the eggs drop out of him, and humping the puddle that’d form on the ground to get off, when you enter his room.

“Thank fuck,” Levi feels relief pass through him at the sight of your face. 

“Sorry I made you wait,” you tease as you make your way to his desk chair and take him into your arms. 

“It’s okay,” Levi whispers, and you lay him gently into his bed, “I’m gonna pee, I have to pee, I’m sorry, I held it for so long, I’m so full,” he rambles while you strip him of his clothes. 

“It’s okay Leviachan,” you practically tear off your own clothes next, “lay back and relax baby, let me take care of you,” Levi does as he’s told and melts like butter into his bed. 

“You can let go now, baby,” you coo, pressing down on the now very obvious protrusion on his stomach. Levi keens, but it takes him a moment before a spurt of piss leaves his vent. 

“Oh there we go,” you moan as a heavy stream leaves his body, soaking you entirely. You both moan simultaneously, Levi’s eyes rolling back into his skull at the relief, and your eyes glued to the way his piss splashes against your cock. Your dick is hot and heavy already, bobbing against your abdomen as you watch Levi piss himself. It’s not long before the first egg begins to press itself out of Levi’s vent. 

“Good boy,” you moan, pressing gently against the bulge in his stomach to help him along. Levi purrs loudly at the praise, gurgling and bubbling in some nonhuman language. 

“Ungh,” he grunts when the first egg slides out of him. You take it, tossing it elsewhere,

“Feel better?” you ask, rubbing his belly soothingly. He nods dumbly, his stream dying down. You inch your hand from his stomach to his bladder, down to his vent. He’s wet from pissing in front of you and being edged for hours, making it easy to slip your fingers inside of him. With your help it’s not long before you’ve got all but one egg removed from his vent.

He's a panting, whining mess by the time he finishes. Levi’s flushed from his face down to his chest, his legs trembling, and his eyes watering. Fueled by your praise, and the pleasurable stretch from the eggs, his vent is sticky and gooey enough that you haven’t had to use lube.

Levi tells you more about it later, but in the moment you don't know about just how intense it is for him to push out the eggs. The way they stretch and rub against his gooey vent walls as they leave has him seeing stars. Not to mention the way he's grown so attached to the eggs, and the fact that they're yours; there's an emotional aspect to it that overwhelms him. He feels an abnormal sense of pride over the fact that he kept them so safe, and that you're going to have so many babies together.

There's a feeling of emptiness that sinks in with each egg that he pushes out. On one hand it's a relief, that his hemipenis have more room to wiggle around, and the pressure on his bladder being relieved is euphoric. On the other hand, Levi got very accustomed to feeling full, and he's already starting to miss it. The language that slips past his tongue tells you all of this and more, but it falls on deaf ears for now.

“Just one more darling, you’ve done so well so far,” Levi hiccups at your praise, his face scrunching as he concentrates on flexing his vent to push out the final egg. 

When the last one stretches and slides out of his vent, you cheer, and he lets out an exhausted wail. 

“Aw so good baby, so good, you did so good,” you heap on the praise. Levi looks at you with his big, wet amber eyes, his bottom lip wobbling. You worry it was too much, and that he’s overstimulated or hurt in some way. 

Before you can get a word in edgewise, Levi sobs “I feel empty,” pathetically, fat tears running down his flushed cheeks. 

“Oh sweetheart,” relief floods through your body at the fact that there’s not something terribly wrong. You brush his sweat soaked hair away from his forehead, “want me to fill you back up again?” you ask, looking at him for confirmation. Levi nods his head,

“Please?”

You pull away from his body to blindly feel for the lube that’s somewhere around his bed, watching intently as Levi’s tentacle cocks squirm out of his vent now that the eggs are gone. They add to the sticky, wet shine that coats Levi’s thighs, vent, and belly as they search for something to grind against.

It’s an incredibly difficult task, but somehow you manage to coat your cock with the lube while letting your other hand rub and stroke his hemipenis.

“Ooh!” Levi’s sobs are interrupted when he feels your hand touching him, his head knocks back against one of his pillows at the intensity of the sensations. You’re reminded that the eggs rubbing and moving against his cocks have been subtly edging him for hours. 

“Oh Levi, baby,” you coo, but your sympathy falls on deaf ears as Levi’s crying starts up again– this time from pleasure, not pain. 

“Please,” Levi begs, his voice cracking. He’s not asking for anything in particular, but you know what he wants. 

Gently, you rub your cock against his puffy, sensitive vent. Levi keens, nearly hyperventilating. You take a hold of one of his sweaty hands, “need you to take a deep breath for me, darling,” you stress as you rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb. Levi sobs, frustrated that he’s so close to getting what he wants, and yet you’re making him wait for it. He then closes his eyes, and takes a couple of deep, shaky breaths. 

It’s only once he’s calmed down a bit that you slide your cock inside of him. Levi lets out a long, drawn out moan when he’s once again filled up, his sobs slowly subsiding. 

“Thanks,” he hums softly, so quiet you nearly can’t hear him at all. You smile, continuing to press yourself into him until your hips are flush against his clammy ones. Levi looks at you dreamily, utterly sedated from having your cock inside of him. 

You let out a groan when you’re balls deep; he’s so hot and sticky inside, clenching around you like he’s trying to suck you in further. You’re not sure that you’re going to last long, but Levi isn’t any better off. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, Levi starts pissing as soon as you thrust your hips. He must have not gotten all of it out with his first release you think as you both moan simultaneously. The second stream of pee leaving his bladder makes the two of you more wet and sticky than ever before. You’re unable to hold back the erratic, quick thrusts of your hips as you watch him let go for a second time.

Levi’s cocks are thrashing around excitedly, and you bring a hand down to soothe them. He lets out a choked moan when you touch them, his vent twitching and squeezing around you. He’s going to cum soon, and you know you’ll follow right after. 

His stream dies down eventually– with a few quick, short spurts leaving his vent before he’s finally done– and then all it takes is a couple more perfectly timed, perfectly angled thrusts for him to cum all over you. His hemipenis throb as cum shoots from their tips onto his stomach and chest. Levi arches his back, his mouth dropping open in a silent scream. 

“Gonna cum,” you sigh, so quietly you think Levi might have missed it entirely. But his eyes snap open, looking at you intently, 

“Inside, cum inside, fuh-fill me, please,” he begs, wrapping his shaky, sticky legs around your waist. 

His begging pulls you over quickly, and you cut him off with a deep moan of his name on your lips. You make sure to press yourself flush against him, pushing your cock as far inside of him as you can manage as you cum, satiating Levi’s need to be filled up. 

Fucking him through your orgasm, you only stop when Levi sobs and hiccups. You pull out and try your best to lay next to him within his small bed, ignoring his nasally whine when you leave him empty again.

“Wow,” Levi breathes after a moment, his voice hoarse and strained from how noisy he got.

“Good, huh?” you tease, pulling his limp body into your arms. Levi purrs softly and snuggles into you, noddling his head.

“Well yeah,” he huffs, “I’m the one who suggested it, so uhh obviously it was gonna be good lol!” he snickers. You laugh along with him, still so pleased with how much more confident and comfortable he’s gotten in your relationship. 

“Next time I want to try more eggs,” he tells you, and you’re surprised he’s already thinking about a next time. 

“We can talk more about “next time,” in a bit,” you suggest, honestly excited for what other ideas he may have, “right now though, I think we should focus on getting cleaned up.” The pee surrounding the two of you has gone cold, and you would much rather be submerged in the welcoming warmth of a nice bath right now.

Levi snorts and nods his head, “yeah, I’m literally so sticky and gross right now,” he peels his thighs apart, revealing how your cum is currently leaking from his vent and mutters, “yuck.”

It takes a bit to get him there, but soon you have Levi in the bath, leaning against you. There’s a comfortable quiet between the two of you, but it doesn’t last long, as Levi soon begins to ramble about his big plans for the next time that you breed him full of your eggs.

#title is a pun on 'they put bugs in him' #cw oviposition #p/iss #cw dacryphilia #sub levi #spice

[toasteaa]

I do not need more eggs. I should not be adding more eggs to the clutches I already have. However.

The shop I get them from is having a sale and they're customizable which means I could...I could, you know...

#toast talks #cw oviposition #listen to me. I know I already have pretty sparkly eggs. but I want pretty sparkly eggs in a specific color combo. #a very specific color combo. I will not take judgement for this decision I NEED them

[nocturn-warrior]

Infect me with your love, fill me with your poison

Feyd Rautha x Reader

Rating: smut

Warnings: Oviposition, Breeding, pregnancy, mentions of infertility, mentions of lactation, artificial insemination

Summary: after unsuccessful tries to conceive an heir, Feyd decides to breed you in another way.

Read it here

TUMBLR IS NOT SHOWING MY FIC IN THE TAGS 😭

#feyd x reader #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha x oc #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha imagine #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy

[seakicker]

M-Morax in his half dragon form wrapping around you in your nest bc he wants to protect his lil fertility goddess who's pregnant with his eggies ><

Whining when you feel your eggs drop ready to be pushed out 💕

YES YES FUCK YES YOU SEE THE VISION i am so grateful…

ohh he’d be so gentle and loving with you. he gathers the finest quilts and pillows in preparation for the process because he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible as you bear his children… happily wrapping his large tail around you for support so you have something to cling to while you’re laying the eggs he so lovingly put in you a few months prior. he’ll stroke your belly with one hand while petting your hair with the other, whispering loving praises into your ear for being such a darling mother and being so strong for him. god. so good

#FFUFCKKKKK I LOVE THIS #spicy #cw egg laying #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy #morax smut #zhongli smut

[zazter-den]

Just thinking of reader being roped into diving shallow water for pearl oysters with her rambunctious friend Mina in a restricted beach.

Minding their business trying to find shellfish for a little extra cash- and ending up with a bellyful of a different kind of pearl, courtesy of mer!kiri in heat instead.

At least the local siren conservation program is willing to pay you well, but you really should've listened to their 'No Swimming' sign.

#zaz drabbles #minors dni #KiriMina x Reader #cw dubcon #cw oviposition #cw breeding #cw teratophilia

[servantserah]

I've already asked about Eden, now it's time for Toni. Did the FrAsh know that he could hatch from an egg or not?

There's some oviposition and implied mosterfucking talk below, please skip if this isn't your cup of tea!

Not really. Especially not in the way it eventually happened.

Ash knew they could, under certain circumstances, sometimes grow eggs in their snake form but didn't think humans could fertilize them. They certainly didn't expect the fertilized eggs to be carried over to their humanoid form and that they would go unnoticed for so long. You can imagine FrAsh's faces when they saw a small clutch of eggs instead of a baby during the ultrasound lmao

They didn't even know if any of the eggs were fertilized until they were out, so they didn't want to risk getting rid of them. And once Toni's egg (the only fertilized one) was out, they had no idea how long it would incubate and what he would look like (human/snake/something entirely else).

#serahtalks #goodgardenerau #ggau #cw oviposition #cw monsterfucking

[gabessquishytum]

Oh my, the mermaid au ask got my brain rolling again. But it's for Dark Dream. I can't decide whether I want Hob to be the man or merman that gets captured by Dream or what. ARGHHHH THE POSSIBILITIESSS

Okay one au at a time, let's say Dream is a powerful eldritch siren that spots Hob fishing one day and falls in love with the human. Dream isn't human, so no human morals, law of the jungle applies, and to Dream as long as he subdues/kidnaps Hob and mates him, Hob is his forever. It's laughably easy for Dream to lure Hob into the waters with his singing, it's not cheating to him at all, he's winning Hob over fair and square.

The way I'm picturing Dream is that he's huge merman, cause of his long life and science and cause I said so. So once Hob is in his cove or lair, he's not getting out again cause Dream is there to pin him down or hypnotize him. At least the sex is mindblowingly good, though bizarre, Hob doesn't think he'll ever get used to being bred full of eggs.

Big mermaid Dream?? BIG MERMAID DREAM!!!

He's huge, powerful, beautiful. And he takes what he wants.

He wraps his pale arms around Hob as he pulls him deep below the surface. His lair is so deep, it's almost pitch dark. Bioluminscent plankton light up the cove enough for Hob to see the thing that has taken him. Dream is all pale flesh and black scales, shining and deadly sharp. His teeth are as big as Hob’s forearm and his eyes are massive in the darkness.

Hob doesn't know if it's the song that makes him want to spread his legs for this creature, but he does it. He allows himself to be taken again and again while his merman lover sings to him in the most beautiful of voices. He holds Hob tightly, feeds him raw fish when he grows hungry, and fucks him hard and deep with the massive cock that hides in a slit above his tail.

The eggs glow, when they sit in Hob’s belly. He lights up the cavern as he carries his mate's seed, floating in a nest of seaweed which also keeps him bound in place. Dream wraps his tail around Hob to keep him warm and safe, guarding him jealously against other creatures and the ocean itself.

And although Hob cries sometimes, the sea quickly washes his tears away. He listens to his mate's song just one more time and gradually, gradually forgets why he was crying at all...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw mpreg #cw oviposition #cw monsterfucking

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 13: Ovipositioning + scent

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom top amab gn naga reader, trans sub bottom Malleus Draconia, double penetration, monsterfucking, ovipositioning, scent kink, hypno, brief tickling, brief armpit stuff, animalistic, breeding kink, squirting

Terms used for Malleus: cunt, pussy, hole, entrance, tits, clit, t-cock

“Malleusss,” the fae stops in his tracks at the sound of your voice. 

He can’t even see you yet; you’re deep in the cave, and he's just at the mouth, but you can already sense he’s there. He gets over his shock fairly easily when he remembers your sense of smell is significantly better than his.

Malleus goes deeper into the cave he frequents so often these days, smiling softly at the sight of you. 

You’re all coiled up, your snake tail wrapped under you several times to support your human upper body, surrounded by a nest of blankets and lanterns. Malleus’ cheeks heat when he catches sight of some of his clothes in your nest.

“I don’t know if you sshould be here right now,” you mumble, knowing he’ll hear you even while across the room. Malleus frowns, stepping closer,

“Why not?” your tongue flickers out as your eyes graze across his body. The way that you look at him sends a shiver from the crown of Malleus’ head down his body.

“It’s time for me to mate,” you explain bluntly. 

Malleus knows what that means, and it makes his pussy embarrassingly wet embarrassingly fast.

“I want to help,” he confesses breathlessly. You give him a toothy grin as a response, showing off your fangs- which are much larger than his. 

“You’ll take my eggs, Malleus?” you ask, slowly uncoiling your tail. Malleus, whose mouth has gone dry, nods. “C’mere then, small thing,” you beckon him towards you, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Malleus strips himself swiftly, then nearly trips on his way to you. At least he doesn’t embarrass himself by squeaking when your tail circles around him tightly and lifts him up (like what happened the first time you did it). 

Your tail wraps around his midsection, so his arms and chest are exposed, as well as his legs and pussy. You hoist him up effortlessly so that you’re face to face. Malleus reaches out, needing a kiss from you. Of course, you indulge him, kissing him as your hands roam around his body. 

Malleus moans when your split tongue enters his mouth. He wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. The two of you kiss for a while, only pulling away when you both become breathless. 

“You smell sso fucking good,” you groan, licking his neck. Malleus lets out a small giggle at the ticklish feeling. You pull away, your eyes wide, “Oh Malleus your laugh is sso cute!” you’re pulled out of your horny headspace for long enough to exclaim. He blushes, squirming in your hold. 

“Sweet, helpful, cute laugh, smell good,” you tighten your hold on him just a bit, “the perfect mate,” you coo. Malleus pulls you in for another kiss, enjoying the praise but needing things to get going because his pussy already feels like it’s dripping by now.

“Please,” he murmurs against your lips, licking your fangs. You pull away, flicking your tongue against his lips before asking,

“Please, what?” 

“Please, breed me,” you groan again, one of your hands drifting from his chest to between his legs. 

“Before we start,” you rub his clit gently, “when the time comes for me to deposit my eggs, I’m going to have to… hypnotize you,” you’re hesitant with your explanation. Malleus feels himself clench around nothing at your words, excitement coursing through him. “Isss that okay? Becausse I can put you down and-”

He nods his head wildly, “it’s okay, it’s okay, please,” he whines, enthusiastically giving his consent. You grin, finally slipping your fingers inside of him.

Malleus lets out a soft moan, already fluttering around you, needing more. As you prep him you flick your tongue around his body, catching his scent wherever you can. You lick around his neck, his chest- catching the sweat that drips between his perky tits-, nudging your head under his arms and in his armpits. By the time you have four fingers scissoring inside of him you’ve flicked your tongue along nearly every part of his exposed skin.

“Are you ready, small thing?” 

“Yes,” Malleus nearly wails. You kiss his head and base of his horns (causing his breath to hitch) as you pull your fingers from him. He whines quietly at the loss. You reach around your nest quickly, and pull out lube.

You move him around, closing any distance between the two of you as you press his pussy to your cloaca. Malleus tries to grind against you and his clit catches against one of your hemipenises as they come out. You douse your cocks with the lube before pressing them against his entrance. 

It takes a bit of effort, but you’ve done this before (and back in his dorm Malleus stretches himself regularly so he’s able to take both your penises), so sooner than later you have both your dicks pressed inside of him. 

His breathing has gotten beyond labored at this point- in fact Malleus is nearly panting. You’ve subconsciously been tightening your tail around him as your cocks are engulfed in his wet, hot cunt.

“Fuck, Malleusss,” you groan, pressing yourself against his body as much as you can. Malleus clings to you fluttering around your lengths as he adjusts to the intrusion. 

“You may move,” he tells you after a second, unprepared for the way that you jerk your hips out of him and snap them back roughly. Your primal urges have taken a hold of you and Malleus can only hold on for the ride as you fuck him hard and deep. He’s thankful you have the mind to jerk off his t-cock, getting him off with you. 

“Feel sso good, hah, sssmell sso good, my- ungh- my perfect mate,” you praise. Malleus lets out a muted whimper, "gonna ssstuff your womb full of my eggs," you promise, and the hand that's not rubbing at his clit goes to feel at his stomach. 

"Please," is all Malleus can moan weakly. Though he’s not yet near his own mating season, he’s as desperate to feel your eggs inside of him as he would be were he in heat.

You kiss him once, “I’m gonna bite you,” you tell him, grazing your fangs along his lips, “you’re gonna feel sso relaxed ah-and sssleepy, sso it doesn’t hurt,” Malleus nods eagerly. “It’ss gonna wear off, hah, but ‘m gonna keep my mate sssafe,” you murmur, your pace erratic now. Malleus thinks you might be talking more to yourself right now than you are to him, but he nods along anyways.

You move your head down to bite at his neck, and Malleus can feel you inject some kind of venom into his body. While you lick and suck at the section you bit, he feels woozy and dizzy, and then like he’s on cloud nine. For the first time in a very long time he feels utterly at ease. His body goes lax, and he stares at you with lidded eyes as the hypnotizing effects of your venom take full effect.

“Good, good mate,” you moan, feeling so close to climax. Malleus hums softly, acknowledging that he can hear you, but responding takes too much effort for him right now.

He cums first, squirting as he lets out a gurgled, guttural moan. You fuck him through it, and cum soon after, pushing the first of many eggs into Malleus’ now relaxed hole. 

Holding him close to your body you press three eggs in without a hitch. But by the time the fourth egg pushes its way into his pussy, Malleus lets out a slurred, pained whimper. 

“Shhh,” you coo softly, running your hands through his long sweat drenched hair. “Doing sso good mate, taking my eggs so well,” you praise. Malleus’ head lolls into your touch, making your heart flutter. 

With you praising and petting him you get the next couple in easily. Around the time that the eighth egg works its way into his womb, the effects from your venom start to wear off. Malleus lets out a pained groan, clinging to you tight and clenching around your cocks. You maneuver your tail around so you can touch his swollen belly. 

“You’re doing so good baby,” you tell him as you move around some of the eggs by pushing on his belly, “just a couple more, I know you can do it.” He doesn’t answer, but you feel his hole flutter around your dicks as you push in the ninth one. 

In the end you deposit a good 15 eggs into him. Malleus is sweating, starving, and exhausted by the end. You gently lift him off your hemipenis and set him down carefully in your nest, covering him with fuzzy, cozy blankets. Your dicks retreat back into your cloaca, and you lean down to kiss his forehead. 

“I’ll go get you a washcloth and some food and water,” you go to move, but Malleus weakly reaching out to you stops you. 

“Would you please stay with me for a little while first?” he asks so sweetly that there’s not a chance in hell that you would ever say no. 

You snuggle up next to him, gently wrapping your tail around the two of you as you pull him close to your body.

#i did so much research on snake sex for this #spice #kinktober/2022 #sub malleus #sub twst #cw monsterfucking #cw oviposition #cw scent kink #cw hypno #cw tickling #cw breeding kink

[melon-cream-enmu]

Dragon Enmu laying his small clutch of eggs in you (maybe just two, it's his first time having a mate, despite his age) and being overprotective the entirety of the incubation period. Circling you wherever you go, insisting you just stay put in the cave. Blowing hot air on your tummy when pain starts up, careful not to burn you. A dragons body is warm enough for proper incubation, but your human one may not be. He expects your body to reject them soon, he's impressed you've been able to keep them this long, but you won't be able to full term. And when your body does birth them, he'll warm them in your place until it's time for them to hatch. Warming them with you by his side.

#cream talks #cream writes #toasted sugar cream #toasted for dragon/monster #cream afab #cream slayer #oviposition my love #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy

[onestepbackwards]

Warning: It's those two horny ass alpha hybrids aegean, Breeding kink, mention of being infertile

Ingo and Emmet can tell when you've touched yourself by your scent alone, and not to mention the cute blush on your face.

Nomater how desport, broken or needy you sound, to them you will always have the voice of an angel and they cant help but join you in your chores of moans whimpers.

The twins are naturally protective towards their mate and there smal form only increases there instinct of keeping you safe, but there peak of there protective urges kikes in when it's mating season. Ingo and Emmet are different types of pokemon so their heat cycles aren't in the same months. Emmet starts somewhere in either spring or summer while Ingo's heat begins in fall. In this time they can become quite dangerous, despite being brothers the one in heat will fight off the other one though not out of malice, they are only acting on their impulses. Besides they wouldn't want anything to happen to their mate or their future kin if you were to be already full with them, they can't help but smile with pride knowing what they have accomplished with you.

Now I know that there are gonna be people who are infertile, but may I mention that Ingo and Emmet are part pokemon and from what I know they all lay eggs so… If you're into that then I won't judge.

Ohoohohfohohoh 🔞18+🔞

God, just imagine how both get excited if they find out you have touched yourself. Your scent and arousal is everywhere in your room, and covering your hands. Expect them to nearly fight over the hand you used to rub against their glands. They both agreed a long time ago, if they ever shared a mate, they wouldn’t take it personally how the other acted during a mating season, and would try to reign in their instincts to fight the other. After each other’s first mating cycle with you though, they knew they wouldn’t be as possessive about it, and could probably join in. But until mating marks where done during a first cycle, they would instinctively be at each other’s throats during the duration of the season. So, a compromise and promise was made to leave the other be. It becomes a little bit harder to follow those promises when they have an actual mate they share. The first time one of them goes into mating season, it’s with Ingo. They both had gone over their seasons with you, and explained how it would work, and if you wanted to go through their mating cycle with them, or leave. You decided to agree, and stay for it. So one day when it’s Emmet’s turn to hunt, when he returns, he’s nearly shocked at what he finds. The smell of his brother is intense in the air, and his face scrunches up. It was that time of the season, he should have expected this. However, he pauses in his tracks when he smells you. Your scent is practically dripping through out the air the closer he gets to their home, and he can hear you both getting louder with each step. Internally, he can already feel his instincts gnawing at the teeth to take you away, and fight off the other hybrid, even if that other is his brother. He fights the feeling, they had made this agreement, and you had also consented to it. He just didn’t realize how difficult this would be. ‘He’s in there with our mate! Pumping them full of kits! That should be us! Us! They should be full of our children!’ All sorts of loud, intrusive thoughts filled his mind, and he could feel the wild side of him desperately fighting to run in and assert itself. Emmet reached up, and bit into his hand so hard it bled. The pain helped his mind clear, ever so slightly. You had wanted this. He would have his chance in a few months to pump you full. With a sigh, he dropped the food outside your shared home, and walked towards a small cave nearby on their territory. One twin always stayed in the small second home while the other rode out their season. He couldn’t help but feel bitter about it though as he reached into his pants to deal with his hardening cock, your cries and mewls almost inviting him back. Why did Ingo’s mating season have to come first >:( And ohohohhohooho Ingo and Emmet filling you with eggs?? Imagine how deep they would go, and how full you would feel... When one of them gives you their clutch, you slightly swell from the eggs and cum they fill you with.. And if they are alphas?? You practically look a few months pregnant just from one of them filling you to the brim. Be prepared to be on bedrest immediately. You are carrying their precious cargo! Whoever laid the eggs in you will probably be the one to take care of providing, while the other twin steps back to take care of you at home. Since they see each other as a family unit, they actually don’t fight each other over this, and let instinct take over. Their instincts fully trust the other twin, who will no doubt also be a father to whoever’s clutch you are currently carrying. If you happen to be carrying both their eggs at the same time, or had sex with both at the same time, not knowing if you only have one’s kids or both, expect two protective fathers at your beck and call. However, surprisingly, they manage to avoid fighting. They take turns who provides for the week, and who stays home to take care of you during the day. This keeps their instincts happy, and you are comfortable. They are super protective of you too, and its increased tenfold if their seed takes, or if you carry their eggs. You will always have at least 1 twin by your side at all times. They will cook for you, clean for you, entertain you, anything you want. Just be wary about asking for space. They will leave you be, but they will need to be by your side again in a few hours, non negotiable. Not only would instincts not let them, but they have to be near you in case of any emergencies. They were already wonderful househusbands, but now just expect to be spoiled 24/7.

#submas #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon #pokemon x reader #hybrid!submas #hybrid!ingo #hybrid!emmet #cw oviposition #spicy stuff🔥 #nsft #smut #pokemon smut #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submission #zed.talks #zed.writes #anon #ask

[toasteaa]

It's egg day and I haven't made a single pussy egg post. My bad y'all -

#toast talks #this one goes out to all my ovi bitches. I hope your egg hunts were wild this year 😌 #cw oviposition #cause I know some of yall just saw this and went 'BITCH HUH????' #Don't worry about it. I'll make a post about knots and breeding later -

[seakicker]

brainrot about naga reader its v incoherent...

wwhat do u think of a pretty little naga reader... soft and small and nesting in her soft bed of stolen blankets when in heat.... then wake up to see big naga hunter childe standing in front of her, groping and petting her tail and tummy, trying to take her home to take care of her because he knows its mating season but getting sad when he remembers he cant give her eggs... but if he remembers correctly,, he has a friend whos a dragon hybrid...

ANON (GRABS YOU) (YANKS YOU IN CLOSE) (KISSES YOU) i have NOT been able to stop thinking about this ask since i got it holy shit. monstergirl reader is always a major bonus!

fem reader, reader is a snakegirl/lamia/naga (however you’d like to call her), zhongli has two cocks, exhibitionism (childe watches it all happen and eventually joins in), threesome, breeding, oviposition, heat/rut, and pregnancy below! also some references to some dark undercurrents like poaching, the illegal pet trade, and murder. i might have made this story a little darker than you intended, so i did my best to keep it to a minimum! but will happily elaborate on childe and zhongli here if asked

also crossposted to ao3 after some cleanup and editing to make it more consistent with the style of my ao3 works, as i tend to be a little more casual here (ie using first person and no capitalization)

i’m thinking about a reader whose heat maybe came earlier than expected or just otherwise failed to get a mate before mating season began, and now she’s left to suffer all alone and unbearably horny in her den in a hollow cave… the only comfort you’re provided comes from the blankets and pillows piled below you, but it does absolutely nothing to calm the hot spell raging through your body. lamias don’t sweat either since they’re cold-blooded and don’t self-regulate their body temperature, so you have no way of calming yourself down whatsoever— just a poor, whiny little lamia reader bemoaning the fact that she doesn’t have a mate to give her the comfort she so desperately needs… the only thing that would calm you down now is a lover breeding you full of his eggs as any good little mate should be receptive to receiving.

you’re so desperate you’re crying and whimpering as you try as hard as you can to take the edge off your heat by masturbating, but it’s pointless— it’s not pleasure you need, it’s breeding. lamias aren’t like humans in the sense that having sex purely for pleasure rather than procreating is a common concept— while there are surely lamia and naga couples who have sex for pleasure, especially ones who are already mates for life, that doesn’t mean it takes priority over true breeding the way it might for human couples, so to speak. your lamia instincts demand that you attempt to breed every single mating season, and the fact that you don’t have a mate this time seems to be hitting you especially hard. you've been at it for hours, hurriedly rubbing at the outer lips of your cunt and spreading them open for your other hand rather than to entice a partner into breeding you silly, and yet it's all proving to be a downright fruitless endeavor in your quest to satiate your heat.

you don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep in the midst of your exhaustion— being kept up for a consecutive thirty hours or so by your raging heat will lead to such an outcome— until the soft, loving touch of a foreign hand rubbing against your long, scaled tail wakes you. were it literally any other time of the year except for mating season, you’d already be twisting yourself into a defensive position, ready to pounce on the foreign intruder for encroaching upon your den, but that’s the last thing on your mind right now.

what you’d really like from this visitor rather than his immediate departure are his eggs in your belly, but you can barely muster up the energy to even ask. all you can manage is a tilt of your head as you gaze up at your visitor, your bare chest falling with each shaky, heavy breath you draw. modesty is irrelevant to you, as horny and needy as you are now; if anything, you hope it arouses him into giving you exactly what you need.

“hey, it’s alright,” a cheery, masculine voice whispers, soothing you with soft movements that don’t trigger any of your danger alarms. “i won’t hurt you— i’m not so evil as to kill someone this helpless. the fight is what makes a hunt fun, y’know?”

ah. a naga— or perhaps just a general exotic beast— hunter. exactly what a lamia at her most vulnerable needs; not only that, but he's a human, meaning he won’t be able to meet your needs. though there have been many, many stories of humans being impregnated by monsters, the inverse is a rarity considering the relative weakness of humans as breeders... as far as beastfolk are concerned, humans make better incubators or hosts than breeders. additionally, in creatures that don't have live births such as lamias and mermaids, impregnation from a human lover is generally outright impossible.

despite his outright proclamation that he’s generally someone who kills your kind, you still can’t quite find it in you to feel afraid or territorial— were you in a more clear state of mind, you’d probably feel somewhat embarrassed by the fact that the only thing running through your mind is breed me breed me breed me breed me breed me as your new visitor continues to talk. you know that he can't breed you, but it doesn't matter— your mind is too far gone to be rational.

“besides, mating season brings its own kind of fun for hunters,” he adds with a grin, licking his lips and tracing his hand up the softer scales of the frontside of your tail to make his way to your more human bits. he rubs a palm over your belly, pressing against the space where your woefully empty womb rests. “if only i could solve your problem for good, right? i know someone who could help you, though, if you wanna come with me.”

agreeing to let a stranger—and a hunter at that— take you from the safety of your den and into the uncertainty of his home is something only a dumb, desperate, pliant, needy, and hormone-drunk lamia in heat would do… which is exactly why you’re agreeing to this stranger’s offer because the promise of getting bred stuck in your mind far more intensely than any hint of danger might have.

he’s exceptionally gentle with you despite the aura of danger a hunter innately carries with him— he doesn’t sling you over his shoulder like a sack of flour as he carries you into his home, instead he wraps one of your blankets around your shoulders (for modesty’s sake, one would assume, though you heatedly wonder if it’s his way of comforting you with a familiar object as he brings you into an unfamiliar environment) and gently carries you all the way to his home. aren’t you and your yards and yards of tail heavy?

then you figure he’s used to this. he’s used to hauling lamias away from their dens to either fuck them or kill them or fuck them then kill them, because that’s what hunters do… but that’s none of your concern right now. all you can focus on is the excitement of being able to be filled with eggs, assuming this stranger’s offer was a promise rather than a trap.

it's difficult to dwell on possibilities or any apparent danger when the only thing your mind can seem to focus on is your biological instinct to be a mother.

“you’re beautiful,” he purrs, eyeing your emerald scales with the same greed and scrutiny as a jeweler admiring his stones. “xiangsheng’s going to love you. such a lovely little lamia… you’d fetch me a pretty penny if i were in the market of selling exotic pets; you’re surely lovely enough to be one! i’m sure he’ll be excited to be with someone more similar to him than a human is.”

a naga male?

“please, i…” you gasp, clawing at your blanket to uncover your breasts, the sensation of even a shred of fabric on your body proving to be claustrophobic. “i need it, i need him, i…”

“so desperate,” he hums, gently lying you down against his bed once he’s managed to get you up the stairs. “oh, you’re just my type. really, it’s almost cruel that celestia didn’t make me a naga so i could breed you myself… i’ll be sure to have plenty of fun with you once xiangsheng’s done giving you what you need.”

the man offers you a wink and turns to leave the room as you settle back into his bed, clutching his pillows with your clawed fingers as you pant and writhe against the covers. even just the smell of a human male is driving you downright mad— he smells of the forests you're familiar with: earthy, rich, and strong. archons, if you don’t get bred right this very second…

“childe, you know i have no interest in your… hobbies,” another voice admonishes from just past the doorway, finally assigning a name to the man who rescued (or perhaps doomed) you. “i was unaware that this is what you were planning when you first invited me over.”

“but xiangsheng,” childe protests playfully, bringing the other man back into the room to greet you. “you couldn’t let a poor little lamia go so lonely, could you? lamias and dragons are friends, right?”

not a naga male, but a dragon male? though lamias and dragons—both being reptilian beasts—certainly have their similarities, there's no doubt in any lamia's mind that dragons are much stronger, wiser, and more well-respected than other reptilian beastfolk. dragons are touted as the destroyers of villages and entire armies, bringers of ruin and destruction, keepers of knowledge and treasures, and guardians of nations and nature, and the most representation lamias get in fantasy tales comes in the form of seductive temptresses preying on innocent, unassuming travelers. to receive the honor of carrying a dragon's clutch... the natural order of things spurs you to sit up a little straighter and whimper at the scent of his innate reptilian pheromones, gasping and pleading once more for what you need.

“please!” you cry, gripping at the pillows behind you. you don’t miss the way ‘xiangsheng’s’ pupils dilate in response to your body and your pheromones— he certainly seems to be a man more than capable of keeping his emotions in check, yet nothing is stronger than the forces of reptilian biology and instincts. he doesn’t appear to be in his own rut— does he already have a mate? does dragon mating season occur at a different time of year than other reptilian beasts’ mating seasons do? do you not arouse him past the scent of your pheromones?

"he brought me all this way here... so i could..." you manage between heavy pants, one of your hands wandering down to trace the outer lips of your cunt. it sits just above where your reptilian scales end and meet human skin at your hips, flushed and wet like a human's might be when aroused, yet yours is so discreet when unaroused that it’s practically unnoticeable; the bloodflow as a result of arousal is what makes it noticeable and enticing to mates.

the man known to you only as xiangsheng casts childe a suspicious and disapproving glance as if he knows something you don't— childe only raises his eyebrows and smirks in response.

“this wouldn’t be your first time with one of my sweet little prey, right? you don’t need to act all dignified,” childe laughs, patting him on the back and gazing over at you again. “look at her. she’s soaked. i’ve never caught a lamia more willing and desperate. help out one of your own kind, will you?”

“serpents and dragonfolk aren’t as similar as you seem to believe they are, childe.”

“you both have scales. you both have claws. any supposed difference past that is nothing more than humans having different eye colors,” childe dismisses him with an indifferent wave of his hand. “besides. you can give her what she needs; i can’t. she wants to be a mommy, xian— no, zhongli. help her out and i’ll make it worth your time, alright?”

childe pulls a coin out of his pocket and flicks it into the air with his thumb, an act that catches the other man’s attention momentarily. "and why, may i ask," zhongli asks, turning back to face you as you lie helpless and quivering against childe's bed. "are you so insistent upon aiding this woman if your hobbies typically involve... capture and execution?"

childe only grins at him again, humming a light tune as he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. he runs a hand up the sleek, shimmery scales of your tail, whistling in approval at the texture and luster of them. "because she's a beauty, that's why. and i like to help the needy, you know? such a sweet, desperate little thing can't be left to her own devices for the rest of mating season... that'd be cruelty!"

zhongli signs with resignation and joins the two of you on the bed, taking care to avoid sitting on your tail as he makes himself comfortable. he meets your hazy gaze again, his molten amber eyes burning with very apparent desire as he joins childe in sliding a hand up the smooth expanse of your tail.

"you are lovely," he nods in agreement, prompting a delighted hum from childe.

"i told you so," childe adds, grinning at you. "i told you he'd adore you. xiangsheng has a real eye for beauty, you know... he's accurately appraised more gemstones and jewelry than every last jeweler in liyue put together."

"their intentions lie with creating a profit, not appreciating the beauty of each gemstone for what it is," zhongli says matter-of-factly and almost somewhat proudly. "much like you, childe."

"right, me," childe feigns offense by placing a hand over his chest, "but let's save the insults for later, alright? i'm worried our sweet girl will just burst if you keep her waiting even a second longer for what she really needs. isn't that right, dear?"

you nod frantically, parting the puffy lips of your cunt with two of your fingers to helplessly show off how soaked you are. you've been soaked since the moment you first caught whiff of both childe's scent and, more effectively, zhongli's draconic pheromones.

"getting drenched just like a human girl," childe laughs, reaching over to tease at what he assumes is your clit— he's always surprised by just how similar lamia reproductive anatomy is to human reproductive anatomy on the outside; all the differences seem to be internal. his fingers rub and prod at your clit in ways that make you cry out and wiggle against the bed, the tip of your tail twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing. "what a doll. a prize catch, if you ask me."

zhongli removes his gloves and cufflinks and sets them aside, his jacket and belt joining soon after. childe seems to be following suit despite the fact that he won't be breeding you— he sheds his outer coat and belt, shamelessly groping at his growing bulge as zhongli takes to teasing your cunt instead.

"have you ever been with a dragon mate before?" he asks you simply, running his fingers down the slick inner lips of your cunt and collecting your wetness on his thumb. you shake your head, too worked up to attempt forming words, your tail gently wrapping around his thigh in a display of serpentine affection.

"then i'll be gentle," zhongli replies, kneeling over the apex of your tail where scale meets skin and freeing his cock— no, cocks— from the confines of his underwear. two cocks... naga males tend to have two as well, and the downright delicious sight of them makes you salivate. "dragons can be a little more... vicious than naga lovers are."

it's familiar, that much is for sure. his cocks stand tall, proud, and flared; the flares and ridges are more dramatic than naga males' are, and you're genuinely twitching with anticipation as he gently guides his cocks towards your sopping cunt.

"yeah, be gentle with her," childe warns. "don't want to hurt her when she'll fetch me a..." he trails off, clearing his throat and groping roughly at your exposed tits instead. "when she's being so good for us, i mean."

zhongli nods in response, and you're breathing so heavily an unexpecting onlooker may assume you to be hyperventilating as he eases both of his cocks into you at once. while the stretch is by no means comfortable or easy, it's at least something you've experienced before in past mating seasons with your naga lovers— though zhongli is far, far thicker than any of them ever were.

"feels good?" childe murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you whimper and clench around zhongli's cocks. "so cute, look at you... you wanted this so badly, huh? poor little thing, almost went an entire mating season without someone to help you feel good and give you what you want... what do you have to say to xiangsheng for being so nice to you?"

you lift your head off the pillow so you can get a better look at zhongli as he begins to hammer away at your cunt, his cocks effortlessly spreading you open and filling you up all at once. "thank you," you wheeze out amidst your moans, squirming helplessly when childe pinches both of your nipples.

zhongli's hands grip at your waist as he fucks you as quickly as he can, low grunts and groans leaving him on each thrust. he looks just like any mate should as he pounds you— assertive, commanding, domineering, and brutal. jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes lidded as he downright uses you, you've never been more satisfied in your entire life. your future naga lovers will never, ever be able to hold a candle to a dragon lover ever again.

"then show your gratitude by bearing my children," zhongli groans, losing himself to his own reptilian instincts as his mind becomes clouded with nothing but the idea of breeding a pliant, submissive, and wanting mate. childe grins down at you as he slips his cock past your pretty lips, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he begins to slap his hips against your mouth.

"and watch those teeth of yours," childe teases, lovingly pinching your cheek. "fuck, you're good... that tongue..."

you gasp around childe's cock as you feel the push of zhongli’s first egg into your body— you whine as you can feel one of his cocks expanding to accommodate the egg as it passes into your womb, settling nicely into you.

this is what you've been wanting all this time. this is what you've been needing and craving ever since your heat first began. this is what you were made for, what you're best for, what you're only good at— and knowing that you were able to catch the eye of a dragon only adds to your belief that this is truly what you were made for.

childe reaches a hand down to lovingly rest against your belly as zhongli continues to pump you full, your belly rounding out further and further with each egg that pushes into your womb. the sensation makes you moan out with ecstasy each and every time, your body finally, finally calming down now that you're finally, finally being bred nice and full.

"that's it," childe murmurs, spilling his load into your mouth, enjoying the way you cough and gag on his cock as you do your best to swallow as much of his seed as possible. "good, good girl. you're almost done; zhongli's just got a few more, right?"

you shyly reach down to cup your swollen belly as zhongli pushes his last egg into you, and he's stuffed you so full that you're somewhat amazed your body was able to make room for just one more. archons, it's heavy... though your exhaustion is partially at fault as well, your tummy feels so heavy and full like this that you couldn't even lift yourself up off the bed if you tried. you can only gaze proudly at your tummy as zhongli pulls himself out of you, leaving a slick trail of cum along the way that drips from your hole and down onto the sheets.

"you did so well," childe chirps, giving your belly a loving pat. "get some rest, okay? i'll wait to have a go at you until after you've gotten some well-deserved sleep."

you nod dumbly and oblige, allowing your heavy eyelids to fall as you drift off into a comfortable, happy slumber, body and mind satiated and heat effectively quelled by zhongli's efforts. what you feared would be your most barren mating season to date has become your most successful in only a matter of a couple of hours— getting two lovers in one day who are so, so very gentle with you?

you just can't wait for the next season... will childe and zhongli keep you until then?

you sure hope so.

"fifty-fifty works for you again, right?" childe asks zhongli, glancing over at your sleeping form as he redresses himself.

"you know better than to discuss business in front of the product," zhongli replies firmly, fixing his tie and cufflinks dutifully.

childe moves to gently pluck one of your scales from your tail, holding it up to the light of the bedside oil lamp to watch how the keratin reflects the light. "don't worry about that," childe smiles. "she's out like a light. a good girl... we should keep her around for another season before we get rid of her. i'd feel bad about losing a product this nice too quickly."

perhaps you'll get your wish to be with them for one more year granted.

#this is SO big brain #cw oviposition #cw pregnancy #cw breeding #cw monsterfucking #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x reader #monstergirl reader #juju bakery #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #fem reader #faves #lamia reader

[kakodaimones]

...do angels lay eggs? He doesn't know, he hasn't had to stick around for that part.

#{adam; ic}「long way to the top」 #{dash comm}「that’s good television!」 #cw oviposition