#cw eggs

[quarterlifekitty]

König noticing that his moth girl is getting even more lethargic somehow, eating more than usual and never leaving this cave of pillows and blankets that showed up overnight

He’s worried sick about her! Trying to press about what’s wrong but all he gets are mumbled about how her tummy aches and how she’s sleepy

Then one day.. she’s better. Just, out of the blue. He checks out the little den she’s made and finds.. a clutch of eggs

(Whether or not they’re fertilized is up to interpretation ;] )

- @murderkittyz

I LOVE THIS!!!! Lifelong dream of mine, laying a bunch of eggs.

cw: hybrids and egg laying

I imagine the timeline for this is insanely condensed because she’s a moth. So like she’s all tired and hungry for a day or two, enough for König to get worried. He’s thinking about calling the breeder that he got her from. She won’t come to bed, just huddled in her little nest. He brings her food, hand feeding her, but she sleeps almost all day.

And then the next day… she’s completely fine. Normal. Doesn’t even tell him anything. Just amusing herself as normal. He pulls some blankets off of her pile to see the neatly laid little eggs. Soft and sticky and just a little shiny. And there’s like 50 of them. He takes a picture, calls Horangi’s friend— he just wants to know if they’re… viable.

And as cute as it would be for König to have to take care of like 50 caterpillars, I think she’s too distant from a standard human genetically for them to interbreed. If she was a mammalian hybrid there might be a chance, but arthropods are just too different.

It’s a little disappointing… but it’s for the best. Because they don’t make birth control for mothgirls and he’s told she might do this like 4 times a year. That would be a lot of babies.

[esthercore]

Cw: Eggs, gn! User so mpreg if you are a guy, very self indulgant

The life as a family head can become quite frustrating, especially having to work in a high stress environment everyday, countless responsibilities weighing down on his shoulders and his own 'family' to take care of, while keeping up with the appearances and his reputation . It's used be a frustrating routine, but now Sunday had his salvation, his beloved, you.

Now everyday was exciting, as after long hours work, instead of going back to an empty cold house, he gets to be in your arms. His once empty and soulless abode, now filled with clitters of decor, and having a personality, making the mansion feel like a real home.

And recently, his staff has started noticing the way he had started to impatiently tap his feet whenever he had to stay even 1 minute overtime, or how on every break he would always on a call talking in a loving concerned voice.

Everyday Sunday rush back home, hurriedly changing his clothes, and getting himself cleaned up before entering in your shared bedroom with a big smile on the sight he was daily greeted with.

Leaning on the doorframe, just staring at the bed and just how much he cherishes to be able to see his mate, all curled up bed, arms wrapped around a big gold tinted egg, napping, nesting.

For him it's the cutest sight, sneaking in few pics of you and your egg ever so often, his little treasure.

You are the light of his world, and he likes to show his affection by actress of services, taking care of you and letting you take break from taking care of the egg, whenever he's home. Love giving you massages, knowing how much it helps your strained body and holding you in his lap while you hold the egg.

And he never forget the day he woke up, at the tiny cracking noises, being a light sleeper he was first to wake up, his calm demeanor nowhere to be found, as he hurriedly woke you up, his voice loud in excitement.

You were just half awake, when suddenly there was your egg in your arms, and a tiny feet peeking out.

.

.

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"Oh my god! The baby is coming out!!" You yelled in panic and suprise, shocked at how fast things were going, one second you were in dreamland and next you were suprised by a baby in your arms, kicking the shell of their egg, whine making the cutest noises, as your lover hold you from behind, supporting you.

It might all be too sudden but, everything was just fine. Just perfect. Just a dream of the new born Aeon....

[twistedlovelines]

🐈‍⬛ anon i love u but when u mentioned the octatrio laying unfertilized eggs i immediately knew that i would eat them like caviar . no hesitation . straight from the source .

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

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

Rambling Tumblr post time

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

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

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

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

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

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

[defiedfate]

discussed starter for @darlingblitzy

Sterilized. It was the end of his child-bearing. A fitting end, Stolas thought. Finalized with two eggs nestled in the incubator. Two chances at life. Two babes that would need him, want him, LOVE him above all else… At least until they were teenagers. If Octavia was anything to go by, there would be quote a few difficult years in their adolescence. But that was quite a ways off yet. They weren't even here yet. Their milestones not yet met to hatch. He wondered if there was a heartbeat yet-- probably too early yet.

Home for a few days by now, he had spent most of that time in bed; sore. His middle a hash of staples and stitches, he'd grimaced when he changed the bandages. Hadn't let Blitz into the bathroom, much to his chagrin. The wound from his surgery felt unbearably ugly and he didn't want the imp to see him that way. Not yet.

Give it a little more time to heal. To scar. To fade beneath a regrowth of feathers where it could be hidden more easily than a shaved and plucked laceration only just put together.

Both eggs had been born fertile, despite the second's more trialed entrance into the world. A quick look with the lamp had shown a fetal zygote within the watery contents. It would certainly grow into a healthy, happy baby. Or, at least, that's what Stolas would hope. They weren't quite out of the woods yet. There was still a chance that something could happen.

No. Don't think that way. Everything will be fine, he told himself firmly. Nothing would happen to the babies. Nothing. Not if he had any say in fate's design. And he had more of a hand in than most with his grimoire on-hand.

The first day he got out of bed, he had been home for 3 days. Long enough to be tired of the softness of his mattress and laying on his back. So, though he was sore, he got himself up. Managed to dress himself in a robe before trailing down the staircase to the rest of the house. Gaspar met him at the bottom of the stairs, but he waved him away absently. Not necessarily the most dignified a dismissal, but his focus wasn't on imp sensitivity. He was wondering where Blitz was in the house.

"Blitz..?" he called out, wandering the halls and corridors. Arms folded in a subconscious cradle of his middle, he wasn't quite standing upright as he searched for the other.

[yanban-san]

✨eggs✨

✨You know it✨

[pearlnareff]

So eggs is one of those foods I’ve always had a love hate relationship with. I will be like “Oh yes I want eggs” take a few bites of scrambled eggs, then my brain is like “Right, I hate eggs these eggs are disgusting get them away from me.” And I know this isn’t an individual experience, that a lot of other people are this way too.  WELL I was at a brunch place and they’re like “Oh you want eggs how do you want them cooked�� and i’m like yo i’ll try something different let me have them fried instead of scrambled. Which of course was followed by “Fried how?” “Fried... how?” “Yeah like over easy, over--” “Over...?”  So i got them overmedium. AND OH MY GOD THEY WERE SO GOOD. It was an eggpiphany. I love overmedium eggs! So now that’s pretty much all I have eaten for the past.... it’s been five or six days. And I now hate eggs again. /hj

[rs-hawk]

You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[quarterlifekitty]

Moth girl getting into that state with nesting, being tired, her belly hurts and she's just acting off.

König already knows it's the time of the year when she lays eggs. But some time passed, and she still didn't get better. Still didn't come out of the pillow nest.

When he's checking up on her, her belly is round and swollen, but the eggs are not coming out..

König having to help her out. Carefully pressing down on her belly, rubbing her little pussy to stimulate her and trick into finally letting the eggs go.

(I made that up, it lives in my head rent free.)

cw: egg laying stuff, overstim

König’s heart aches when he looks down at you, squirming and sluggish all at once, the distention of your belly obvious. His precious mottechen, so uncomfortable and full.

The only struggle he experienced was internal as he pulled you from your nest of blankets and pillows, your usual pips and chirps replaced exhausted whines.

He’d been warned that this could happen. That sometimes hybrids have trouble expressing, especially if the eggs are unfertilized.

He’d gotten you into bed, your back to his stomach with your legs spread and ankles hooked over his thighs.

One of König’s massive hands is splayed over your abdomen, cupped to create a bit more pressure from his gathered fingertips as he rubs ellipses over you.

Your hands grip weakly at his forearm as he tries to stimulate you. You look up at him with barely formed tears gathering at your waterline from how long and tiring this process has been, keeping you exhausted and restless at once.

“Ich werde es besser machen, liebling, I promise,” he coos, shifting his legs to spread you a little better. It feels… a bit wrong to be touching you this way when you’re not well. Like he’s taking advantage, even though he knows it’s the least invasive way to help you. It doesn’t help that you can definitely feel him hard against your back.

His touches start feather-light on your clit, flicking and rubbing to try to spur your inner muscles into making the necessary contractions. His petting and stroking gets heavier, until your hips are twitching and your eyes clench shut with the strain as you pass the first egg in your clutch.

König lets out a breath he’d had no idea he was holding as the cream colored egg slips onto the towel beneath you. It’s a little bigger than the ones in your last clutch had been, which is probably what caused the issue, if he had to guess. His poor little siedenmotte.

The ones after the first come much easier, thank god. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing your face twisted in pain much more than he already had.

He grinds his teeth, sick with guilt when you thrash against him with what must be the last of your strength— your legs twitching as you try to free yourself from his hold, from the overstimulation. But he has to make sure you’re not holding onto anything, so he keeps you pinned, pressing down on your belly while two of his fingers find a home inside of your sore cunt. He makes you cum, finally, and heaves a sigh of relief when you don’t produce anything more.

Your eggs, which he typically finds laid in an array with almost mathematical precision, sit in a sticky pile on the towel. Not quite as many as usual, but noticeably more girthy, not as uniform either. He hoped it didn’t mean you were sick.

He puts the towel off to the side to be dealt with later, focusing on untangling your legs. He lays with you on his chest, and he starts to hum an old song he remembers from his childhood so you can feel the rumble in his chest. He doesn’t have the deepest voice, but it seems to do well enough for you, relaxing you enough to let your eyes close.

When he feels you’re recovered enough that he feels he can leave you alone to rest, he’ll dig out a flashlight from his dresser to shine through each of your eggs, just like always, just to make sure there’s nothing in them before they’re returned to you.

Hopefully you’d be back to your usual self tomorrow. He isn’t sure how much more of this his heart can take.

[lilybug-02]

Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!

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Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')

[mistercrowbar]

Various modern AU sketches based on @satanicspinosaurus' WIP fic feat Bubbles the argus monitor

[zizsmthg]

"You did so well Chay..."

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

Sometimes I forget that not everyone knows about roly poly babies and stuff

Like most people probably don't know that roly polies are born itsy bitsy and pure white, then have their first molt (wait do people even know that roly polies molt-) 24 hours later and get a little black spot on their back

Most people probably don't know that female roly polies lay 20-50 tiny golden eggs into a see-through pouch on their underside and you can see the little eggs in their if she rolls over, and that once they hatch the pouch looks white instead of gold because you can see the tiny white babies

Most people also probably don't know how to tell a male and female role poly apart for that matter...

But then I had to go and get hyperfixated on roly polies four years ago, so now I'm just stuck with this knowledge forever

(bonus fun fact: roly polies are crustaceans and have gills, they need a damp environment or they dry out but they also still drown when submerged so really they're just a little bit cringefail. I love this fact about them way too much)

[defiedfate]

discussed starter for @darlingblitzy

Stolas was still in bed when Blitz arrived, greeted at the door by the butler, Gaspar. Unlike with Asmodeus, he hadn't tried to get up this time. Instead remaining propped up against the pillows and smiling gently in Blitzo's direction when he stepped into the room. The egg was in a bjorn, wrapped around him. Swaddled like an infant so that it would remain warm outside of the incubator in the corner.

"You came..!" There's some relief in the way he said it. Like he didn't entirely believe he would come. A kernal of doubt festering in the corners of his mind.

This wasn't a typical situation, after all. Wasn't their usual meeting and, after the few days they'd both had, there was some level of eggshells being walked on-- so to speak.

Adjusting himself in the bed to sit up a little straighter, Stolas motioned for Blitz to join him. Patting the place beside him gently.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 A Warm Body

Oviposition CW: egg laying Monster!Reader based on an Anon❤️ from a while ago, yandere!human, reader with male and female reproductive organs

Growling in frustration, (Reader's) long claws carved into the concrete flooring of the room they were kept prisoner.

Their swollen body ached with how full they were, going mad with how desperate they were for release. As soon as they emerged from the Earth to reproduce, a human shot them with enough tranquilizers to put down a herd of elephants, which is why (Reader) now found themselves in what was essentially a concrete box, locked in by a large steel vault. (Reader) cried out in need, craving release.

The metal door spun obnoxiously, multiple mechanisms whirring as it unlocked and squealed open. The man who shot (Reader) quickly entered, shutting the door closed again behind him. There were so many things he wanted to say, an entire romantic monologue planned for the creature he had spent his entire life obsessing over, researching and hunting despite no one else believing in (Reader's) existence. But before he could open his mouth, (Reader) had him by the leg, dragging him down beneath them.

(Reader) ignored the man's happy squeaks, ripping his clothes off to find a suitable hole. His face glowed with heat, blushing as he pitifully attempted to cover up his body. But his small, human body was no match for (Reader's), effortlessly holding the man up by his hips, unfazed by his weak flailing. With his ass presented to (Reader) they couldn't help groaning, nearly bursting just from the thought of being able to mate.

They pushed the man onto their large depositor, screaming in pleasure at how snuggly he fit on them. (Reader) slid him against them, animalistic grunts bouncing off the concrete walls as they mercilessly fucked him.

His smile and incoherent babbling was cute, but (Reader) didn't really care. It didn't matter that it felt good for their abductor, that he was in complete and utter bliss. Nor did they appreciate his erect penis twitching with his building climax, about ready to cum without touching it. The only thing that mattered was coating the insides of his ass with their protective slime, forming a type of pocket to protect their eggs from his bodily functions.

Squelching sounds filled the air as he slapped into (Reader's) pelvis wetly, creating strings of fluids stretching between their bodies. (Reader) could feel that they had pumped enough nesting liquid into him, with how round he was already becoming.

The man erratically spasmed as the first egg entered his asshole, hitting his prostate on the way in. Cum hit the concrete with the next egg, off-white droplets landing pathetically by (Reader's) feet and dripping onto his own face from the doubled over position.

But (Reader) wasn't done. Eggs continued pumping into his body, brushing past the overstimulated man's sensitive spot, bringing him to tears as his post ejaculated body was overwhelmed, fucking deep into his aching hole.

He couldn't stand or run away, his legs weak from his orgasm and his body tired from the sudden bloating from his unnatural impregnation. (Reader) carefully pulled out after finishing, satisfied from laying their first brood. The man wasn't a bad host for their offspring, still smiling through his drool and tears. His full body was cradled against (Reader's) protectively, feeling content with the new life laid inside of him.

(Reader) may have only needed a warm body, but they didn't mind using this one for the rest of their mating needs ❤️

[weiner-does-preg]

Cursed Eggs that grow more as you birth them