#ovi

[rbynight]

in the mood to birth half a dozen eggs. i want to feel them weighing down my stomach, sliding down against my cervix, stretching it open ever-so-slowly, so the constant contact is driving me crazy. i want to feel myself open up from the inside so they can escape. i want them to force my cunt to gape wider than it ever has as they slip further along the way, and I want to feel the pressure as the first egg crowns against my entrance. i want my labia to pull tight around the fattest part of a smooth shell and make me wonder, for just a moment, if it’s going to be able to come out at all. i want the pressure release to be so intense that i cum as i finish birthing it — and then i want to do it five more times.

[puck-heaven-now]

my old men keep winning 🫶

[thevampireladyambrosia]

Subject 013

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Slime x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition, soft yandere, harassment, people go "missing", tentacles, general mindfuckery. I wrote this in the very early hours of the morning.

You couldn't help defending the poor slime.

It had recently been brought into the lab for experiments related to their unique biology. But when you saw the way the scientists and researchers talked to it, you had them fired and took on the case yourself, despite the ever-growing caseload you already had as a head scientist. So that's what led to you watching this slime.

It was a blue gelatinous thing. It seemed unable to speak or take a humanoid appearance. You had already marked it as one of the ones that didn't possess near-human or human intelligence. It didn't seem particularly strong either, so you wondered how it survived out there. Still, you spoke softly to it, told it what you were going to do next in experiments, and just showed it basic decency.

One day you came into the lab in tears. You had been harassed by a group of men on the street. You ended up venting to the slime, strangely enough. It was a surprisingly good listener. Despite the fact it had shown no sign of any understanding, it let out a soft noise. It was oddly comforting. You never saw the men again. You wondered if they had moved to another street to taunt women.

So you continued your research. The slime wasn't the only subject you had. So you tried to divide equal attention to all cases. You have felt really paranoid lately. You couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You don't realize you had sealed your fate months ago.

Days blur into weeks. The cycle grows rather comforting. As a human there's a certain discomfort that typically comes with change. So the repetitive days are soothing. You do the same tasks, with some minor deviations, daily. You work with the same subjects. You do the same paperwork. So why couldn't you shake the growing unease?

It was a normal Monday evening when the alarms started to go off, signaling an escape. The robotic voice let you know there wasn't one, but eleven escapees. You went to run in that direction. Only to slip on… Slime? Before you can faceplant, something tentacle-like wraps around your wrist.

You turn fast. The blue slime you had been studying? It's in a human form behind you. The only difference is it has tentacle-like appendages instead of limbs.

“You possess the ability to mimic humans?” You immediately ask. You had studied this slime for months. There had been no sign of anything like this. To your shock, it actually responds.

“I possess a lot more than that.” The creature’s mouth doesn't move. It's like the voice comes from its very being. It's a rather deep voice. Almost soothing. Except your nerves are on fire, and everything is screaming at you to run or do something to help stop the subjects from escaping.

“I need to go help capture the escaped subjects.” You say. To be honest? You didn't really want to. You got this job to help the monsters. Yet, it hurts you to keep them locked up. Especially since they get captured against their will. But you also needed this job. It was the only thing that kept you alive. It paid your rent, bills, and for your food. The slime knows this.

“I don't think you actually want to do that.” It says, tightening its grip on your wrist. Before you can process, or say more, you're being pulled away. Out of sight of the cameras. Into a bathroom in the back. You don't fight or kick or anything. Even when its tentacles start to grope your tits.

“I've waited too long for this.” The slime confesses. “Far too long.” You're surprised but you don't protest, even when the slime pulls off your lab coat and melts through the fabric off your clothes. Another thing to add to the list of things you didn't know it could do.

“This is okay, yes?” It asks as it continues to grope your tits and massages your clit with tentacles. It wouldn't stop anyways. But you don't know that.

“It's okay.” You confirm. You feel so warm. So dizzy with arousal. The tentacle rubbing your clit speeds up. Your legs feel like jelly. A tentacle around your waist quickly supports you. Another tentacle penetrates you. You feel a knot tighten as you throw your head back in a moan.

“Such a pretty thing.” The slime coos. “Can you come for me?” It sounds almost condescending, yet you nod. It seems happy that you said this.

And come you do. In fact, you squirt. It's humiliating how your whole body forces out every drop of liquid. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. It feels like the Earth has stopped spinning and there's only you and the slime.

You're snapped back to reality when the first egg presses against your cervix. It hurts when it forces it open and pops in. You go to scream but the slime stops you, cooing and shushing. Another pops in. Then another.

By the time you're released you're heavily distended with eggs and cum. The slime soothes you and helps you fix your clothes. You are then whisked away from the lab.

Now that the slime has you, it intends to keep you forever.

[lonewolflink]

happy birthday to the greatest goal scorer of all time :)

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[nottodayjustin]

March 28th 2025 best hockey tweet of the day

[lil-bastard]

Ovi on McDavid's suspension. Via Sportsnet

"Sucks for him . Good for us."

[all-that-glitters-is-goldfish]

[sportstrendnews]

Ovechkin nets a hat trick! 🔥 Now just 13 goals from Gretzky's record. The chase continues! 🏒 #Ovi #NHL #Hockey #Gretzky Read Article

[puck-heaven-now]

[capsfriendly]

google update your quick facts challenge

[lonewolflink]

happy 8/19 day to everyone :) :) :)

[nottodayjustin]

April 6th 2025 best hockey tweet(s) of the day

[peachplums]

"My daughter is fine!" Your son wants to be pumped full of eggs against his will

[honey-beezs]

Love the idea of a body adjusting to being stuffed with eggs as if it's a normal pregnancy

Like yeah, the back pain is to be expected with this big egg-filled bump in the way. Weird that my chest is suddenly feeling sore too tho

[thevampireladyambrosia]

Under Her Spell

Pairing: Fem!Siren x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition / eggpreg, fear.

It's a violently stormy day. Rain pours down, harshly hitting your skin. You make your way towards the ocean, ignoring how dangerous this is. You could have swore you saw something. A creature of some sort. It appeared to be stuck in a net. So where was it now?

You scan the beach again. Over there! A mess of tail and fishing net. You make your way towards it. The cold wind cuts through your thin clothes. You should have grabbed a jacket. The rain and wind combination chilled you to your bones.

As you got closer, you could make out the thing more clearly. It had the upper half of a female human and the lower of a fish. A mermaid?

You were practically beside it when you realized your mistake. This was no mermaid. It was a fish type siren. You had heard tales of their danger. The bird sirens, the other type, had wiped out a whole ship recently. They were feared and not to be messed with.

But you were already here. She stared at you with surprisingly defeated eyes. You began to work to untangle her. She looked briefly surprised. She didn't fight you.

"I'm going to get you free," you assured her. You didn't know why, but you wanted to comfort her. After all, she was trapped in a net and vulnerable, even if she was dangerous.

You end up using a pocket knife to slice the cord constraining her. You had brought one just in case. You were grateful you did. You helped her to the water and let her swim away. You thought that was the end of it. You were wrong.

A few days later you walked the beach. The sun was setting, casting the sky in a brilliant orangish pink. You were wearing your bathing suit, intending to go night swimming. That's when you heard it.

In the distance came a beautiful voice. It was sweeter than spun sugar. You didn't process entering the water until you were already halfway to the voice.

As you drew closer you recognized the face of the creature that drew you out into the ocean. The siren you had saved. She sat upon a rock. As you approached She jumped off and swam out to meet you. When close enough, she drew you into her arms.

Her lips pressed against yours. They were soft and smooth. You melted into the kiss, the haze of the song fading away from your mind.

You panicked as she yanked you underwater. Surely you would drown, after all you couldn't breathe underwater. You held your breath desperately.

Until you couldn't hold it any longer. You inhaled deeply, expecting to feel the burn of salt water in your lungs. Except… you could breathe. It was different from breathing air, but just as simple. The siren simply giggled at you. You found yourself laughing, too.

Her lips pressed against yours again, this time more hungrily. You replied with equal passion. Slowly you were undressed. Almost like she was unwrapping a present she wanted to treasure forever. The song started again. You felt your mind turn hazy.

You felt something press against your slit, teasing the entrance. The song grew impossibly sweeter. The siren's ovipositioner sinks in without much resistance.

The next few minutes were pure bliss. You could have swore you had the best orgasms of your life. Eventually the siren pulled you closer, holding your body tight against hers.

The next sensations were odd but highly pleasurable. It's as if the base of her shaft expanded. Then, a small gelatinous object forced its way past your cervix and plopped into your fertile womb. This repeated until your stomach was heavily distended with the eggs.

You wake up the next morning on the beach next to your house. Your bathing suit was messily on. You would be walking again tonight, that's for sure.