#tw eggs

[luminnara]

Omg that harpy post is wild! Do you have any other thoughts on Marko × harpie reader? Would you write about egg laying (maybe they don't have to be fertilized idk how well the boys would take to being parents but idk) or is that too weird? 🧐 If not that's Gucci, I get it.

As a monster fucking expert, I absolutely will write about egg laying lol

(I am always open for monster!reader requests)

Warnings: egg laying, pregnancy, nsfw

Marko totally thinks that all he’s gotta do is keep you fucked and happy, and that’s easy enough for him. Like. He loves that lol it’s an easy life to just get up and fuck your harpy girlfriend and then go eat some humans

And things stay that way for a while

Until you start building a new nest, full of things you’ve stolen from him, and you won’t let anybody else get near it

You actually almost bit Paul’s finger off when he tried to grab something from it

And this is a Problem for David, because he’s put up with you making a mess out of his lair LONG ENOUGH, and somebody’s gotta DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS

So he forces convinces Marko to actually ask you about it, even though Marko is totally sure nothing weird is going on

But David also knows significantly more about harpies than Marko and he’s pretty sure he knows what’s up lol

So Marko climbs on in, because of course he’s allowed in the nest, he’s your perfect mate and also the father of your (maybe) children!

“Hey, so uh…what’s the deal, babe?”

“You’re going to be the perfect father…”

“Father??”

And David just laughs at him because he got himself into this mess

but despite all the teasing at Marko’s expense, the boys are all very serious about keeping both of you safe and happy

They’re on extra high alert once you confirm that you’re expecting, and one of them (usually Marko but not always) is with you at all times

Your sex drive is OFF THE CHARTS

you’re practically dragging Marko into the nest with you every night and you don’t care if the others are around

And hey, he’s game, even if you are constantly horny and demanding lol

Marko almost passes out when you lay eggs, because 1. Harpy eggs are big??? How did that come out of you??? And 2. He loves ripping humans apart and playing with your guts, but holy shit, birth is weird

Dwayne is a good midwife tho

The eggs are really beautiful and colorful and now everybody is on even higher alert because harpy eggs are worth a lot of money

ANYBODY who wanders too close to the cliffs is getting beheaded, no questions asked

If the eggs aren’t fertilized, you’ll be a little sad, but the broodiness will pass and you’ll start feeling more normal again until you do it all over again

If they ARE, then congrats, there’s a little nest full of absolutely savage, sharp toothed little monster babies in the cave now and they love to latch onto any vampire they can find

Which is usually David unfortunately (for him lol)

David is actually a great harpy babysitter, even though he doesn’t want to admit that he’s just got a way with kids

And Marko is actually a pretty good dad, because he is VERY protective of his little flock now

#the lost boys #marko x monster!reader #marko x harpy!reader #marko x reader #lost boys marko #harpy!reader #tw pregnancy #tw eggs

[pinkplaidmoonshine]

“Easter is spent either putting things into eggs or taking things out of eggs” I say as my partner stuffs plastic eggs with candy and I shell hard boiled eggs for deviled eggs.

So many fucking eggs.

#happy easter #lol #tw eggs

[faunabel]

i made pesto eggs >:3

#i promise i'm a good cook these r just a lil ugly #still tasty #( 💭 faun thinks ) #cw food #tw eggs

[letstalktea]

🔞Thinking of Great Hawk laying eggs. Don't judge me. Just thinking of them chirping in distress as they call for you to hold them while they squat in their nest and try to push it out. How they look absolutely disheveled while it's coming out and then relieved when they're done. The would snuggle their spouse so much after they are done.🔞

#h2ho #nsft post #degrees of lewdity #great hawk the terror #dol great hawk #tw eggs

[degenerates-anonymous]

Head empty.

Thoughts only of being held down and pumped full of golfball sized eggs until my belly is large, until the being filling me is satisfied, until I pass out from how much I came.

#tw eggs #dead dove do not eat #eggpreg

[stahp-right-there-peasant]

MePhone4: I'm not that mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.

MePad: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

MePhone4: They're not.

MePad, rolling their eyes: Yes, sir, very funny.

MePhone4: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

MePad: No... what happened?

MePhone4: ...Why would you fall for this again-

#ii #inanimate insanity #incorrect quotes #incorrect inanimate insanity #ii mephone4 #ii mephone #ii mepad #mepad #mephone4 #mephone #enby they/he mepad #oop my headcanon slipped in again #the meeple siblings #some of the meeple siblings #mephone4 deserves a chance to troll his younger sibling a lil bit >:3c #tw food mention #tw eggs #siblings #they’re siblings your honor #tw siblings #source: ?

[lrwafterdark-deactivated]

I want to lay Lizard man’s eggs. That is all.

#mighty med #lizard man mm #lizard man mighty med #sexy stuff #tw birth #tw eggs

[chaoticace2005]

#giving people dead rats is an obligation if you work for Alastor #Valentino no goodbye #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #charlie morningstar #sir pentious #valentino hazbin hotel #egg boiz #egg bois #cherri bomb #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #niffty #alastor hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alignment charts #hazbin hotel alignment chart #hazbin hotel alastor #tw: valentino

[hayden-christensen]

#HIS SIGNATURE MOVE

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005) Obi-Wan Kenobi - Part V (2022) Ahsoka - Part Five: Shadow Warrior (2023)

#swedit #star wars #kenobiedit #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series #kenobi show #anakin skywalker #anakinskywalkeredit #starwarsblr #flashing tw #*mine #*2022 #*gifs #[parallels] #20k #WE ALSO GOT MY FAVOURITE MOVE?!???? #was that interview an easter egg LMAO ASLDKFJHAS

[metamatronic]

I may or may not have just lurked through a good portion of your Michael Afton tag and I’m curious-

Did the VR gang ever find out the truth about Iggy? If so- How’d that go?

No, they still don’t know. In fact, the web of lies has expanded.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #eggs benedict #mike schmidt #william afton #purple guy #art #doodles #digital art #tw: smoking

[diejager]

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

Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.2

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[paper-ketch]

Cucurucho versus — Tilin (and JuanaFlippa)

Oh, no, Cucurucho. You didn't sent them to hell. You just help them bring hell to you.

upcoming parts/comics/arts relating to this series can be found in '#cucurucho versus' tag!

ALSO! There is a 1-day poll on who do you want to see first (Tump or Bobby) in the next comic under the 'keep reading' (because i don't have the energy to work on both of them at the same time T_T)

Go vote!

+ this is what the code translates to btw lmao

#cucurucho versus #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp huevos #qsmp tilin #qsmp tilín #tilin the egg #qsmp juanaflippa #juanaflippa #q!tilin #q!tilín #q!juanaflippa #qsmp cucurucho #tw gun #tw gun use #tw decapitated head #tw weapon #qsmp comic #tw eye contact

[lotuslate]

decomposition!

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #yiling laozu #wei ying #lan zhan #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jessbye #egg #tw/ gore #GUYS haha lol #just me doing normal things again #i think this is ? vent art of some sorts #but anyways yeah this was fun

[letstalktea]

no... no, i want to hear more. tell me more about the ovi. i dont go there but just your darling winged creature fluttering its wings and cawing and cooing and shuddering as it pushes the eggs out,,,

you have to reassure them that you will be there,,, cradle their precious eggs as they warble, exhausted but proud,,, it is what a good birb lover deserves,

You should play dol, Elsey Except don't because none of us are okay. lol

But Great Hawk is a wonderful birb who just wants their pretty spouse to be with them the entire time. Look! They had eggs! Spouse will be a good spouse and cuddle the very tired Great Hawk. Such a good harpy spouse. Pet their feathers and kiss them all better after they're holding their egg and happily cooing over it. They will have to make sure to get the best food now! For spouse and chick! Although that egg may not be fertilized, but let the birb he happy.

I wonder if they get embarrassed by spouse watching them or if they show off because they are so proud of themselves...

#elsecrytt #spill the tea: ask #tw eggs

[ramons-elevator]

I think the worst thing about an egg’s death will always be the parent/ caregiver’s reaction to it.

Like Chayanne and Tallulah’s nightmare where Phil was begging and try to coach Chayanne to help get him up only to lay there and desperately apologize to Chayanne as he died

Or Ramon’s nightmare with literally everyone on the server (Max, Leo, Foolish, Quackity, Bad) all running to Ramon, trying to save him. Foolish saying “Did we fail?” when he saw Ramon’s death message. Max trying his best to explain to Quackity that Ramon was safe in his house-he was safe-and that the code shouldnt have killed him. Or Bad staying an hour after, opening Ramon’s door over and over again.

Or Bobby’s death where Roier was telling Bobby over and over again that they shouldnt do the dungeon. Only to lay there and bleeding out, helpless because they were thousands of blocks away. Roier had to lay there and watch his son die, only to die soon after.

Or Juanaflippa’s death when Roier had to yell at Mariana to leave the ship because they were going to die. Mariana sobbing and screaming out for Juanaflippa as Roier drove away.

Or Dapper’s deaths, the satellite dish and the mansion. Bad screaming and running into the mansion even though he couldnt fightr anything just to possibly get Dapper up. Only for them to dig a hole in the ground in the middle of the night with no armor and wait. The satellite dish death with no hope of escaping. Cellbit asking if Bad is okay while Bad gets Dapper’s body. Slowly realizing that this was meant to happen.

Now today with Empanada’s death. Bagi screaming and crying while everyone froze. A mother’s grief unmatched to anything else as she tried to kill any worker in her path. Bagi telling Pac and Fit that she wants to go back to purgatory just so she can kill the eye workers.

I hope we never have to experience any more parent’s grief because it hurts the most

#qsmp #child death #tw child death #cw child death #i hope i tagged all the tags for the death #qsmp ramon #qsmp ramón #qsmp empanada #qsmp bobby #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp dapper #qsmp eggs

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My friends and I hatched from eggs. We were dragons. Mama dragon gave us a live human for meal.

#dream #text #friend #egg #dragon #cannibalism tw #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue