#implied oviposition

[spffnity]

i be putting these guys in situations

[adeptalbless]

Xiao nesting 🐣🐣🐣

[cyanomorphlabs]

*racks another clip of hollowpoint eggs into my illegal full-auto robovipositor*

[thatvampireblog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My contribution to Day 1 ("Are you okay?") of the Ghost BC Whump Month prompts as posted by @cirrus-ghoulette!

[carelessannie]

how do you think peter and monster!Tony's first mating session went? was peter confused/scared?? was Tony just hungry for someone ;)

Ooo yes good questions!! With the ask I just answered here, I went into it briefly, but I can definitely give you a tiny bit more context in Tony’s POV when he first finds Peter!

Here’s the original piece for context!

Warnings: implied cross species smut, accidental asphyxiation, Tony’s just trying his best, Peter is dumb, possible hormonal drugging (feel good hormones)

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Finally, all of the surface vessels are in their cages, and each human has wandered back inside. It helps Tony that he rests while it’s light and works when it gets dark, but he still hates that the humans choose to populate his home during mating season.

His arms slowly unfold out of his den as he goes to inspect the surface. Dark, still and steady— just how he prefers it. He takes his time to navigate his usual path around the perimeter, cataloging each change in surfaces and letting his arms search out new contours and crevices in the rock and sand.

He’s hungry, mildly, and catches a few fish while he swims, eating them absentmindedly as he moves slowly, steadily across the floor. There’s not much new to feel— a few nests here and there, debris and chemicals from the surface vessels that he filters mindlessly. When he returns back to his den to resume his work, there’s a ripple across the surface of the water.

Tony dismisses it at first. Land animals and flying animals will often touch down on his waters. But then there’s a violent splashing in the water, the surface disturbed as a creature, a human, kicks and swims a few clicks to the west.

With nothing better to do, Tony goes to investigate. He stops underneath the frantic current, watching as all four of the human’s limbs flutter, desperate to keep afloat.

There are a few wooden beams that anchor the nearby structure down into the ground, and Tony wraps a few arms around one of them, climbing slowly to get a better look at the intruder.

He wonders if this human is injured— his swimming is lopsided, and Tony can hear labored breathing above the loud splashing and flailing of his limbs. Every so often, the human’s smaller arms will lift out of the water to grab the metal anchors on the side, leaving his bottom arms to hang freely in the water below.

Oh, the human is learning to swim.

Tony has never interacted with a human before, but he suddenly feels sorry for this one. The tiny limbs and slight muscles need development before they would be able to swim long distances, but this one looks old enough to at least know basic technique.

He huffs, pulling himself closer to where the human is resting. It probably wouldn’t be best to scare the poor thing, so he hesitantly runs the tip of his forearm against a curved, bumpy foot.

The human jumps, kicking and yelling angrily. Tony rolls his eyes— so sensitive. He peaks over the surface of the water, blinking away droplets as his eyes readjust to the humid summer air. When he can see clearly, Tony is met with wide pools of brown eyes, surprised and... horrified.

There’s a noise spilling from the human’s lips— words Tony can’t understand. He moves closer and the human flinches, but doesn’t flee. The beautiful eyes and lips draw Tony closer and he reaches out another arm, this time wrapping it around the human’s foot and holding on.

Tony. Safe.

He tries to project those words, and watches the moment they register to the human. Curiosity. He can feel curiosity through their small connection, and it makes Tony hum in pleasure. Not scared then.

And then Tony pulls. Not physically, no— he pulls emotions, drawing a few pieces of information from... the man. The human is male. He’s young, untouched, and devastatingly alone. Filled with loss and self-doubt, despite his beauty.

Peter. His name is Peter.

Tony pushes back the same emotions: male, fertile, alone. His own thoughts permeate Peter’s mind, and the boy in front of him blinks slowly, unsteadily. His pink lips turn into a hesitant smile as he murmurs a few more words, extending a hand with delicate fingers in Tony’s direction.

Oh. Okay. Tony’s arms pale in embarrassment, and he can feel his cocks take notice of the proposal. He’s suddenly aware of how bare this human is, how vulnerable and sweet he smells.

He lets his instincts take over for a moment, and a few of his arms snake out, wrapping delicately over Peter’s wrists and ankles and neck, feeling his pulse thrum and race. With a tug, he pulls Peter flush against his body, letting the smaller male feel the aroused wiggle of his cocks peaking out of the slit between his limbs.

Mate.

Peter nods in agreement and it’s all the permission Tony needs. Den, den, den, his instincts scream, and he holds his mate close, diving beneath the surface and heading back to his den. There they will be safe, there his mate can carry his clutch and take care of them.

Safe. Mate. Peter.

It isn’t until he’s halfway back to his den that he feels his mate’s pulse slow down noticeably, and Tony feels his breathing stop. He jerks to a stop and looks down into his young mate’s face, horrified to find his expression slack, eyes closed, and body unmoving— no breath, no sign of life whatsoever.

Oh seas, what happened? He uses a thin arm to snake down Peter’s throat, alarmed to find his lungs full of water. Shit. Tony has never swam so fast in his entire life, racing back towards the pier and throwing Peter’s limp body up on the wooden deck. It takes some coordination, but Tony manages to climb the metal structure, leaning over Peter to turn his head to the side, sliding his arm deep into the boy’s mouth and coaxing the water out of his lungs.

Tony breathes a sigh of relief when his small mate coughs, expelling water and bile across the wooden deck as his body contracts in heaving breaths. He looks so lost, so tiny, and Tony lays one of his own hands across the boy’s back, sending waves of calm and peace to comfort him.

He gets a dopey smile in response and a few more muttered words, soft, content affection returning to him in a soothing wave. Good, he didn’t hurt his fragile mate.

It takes awhile for Peter to stand back up, but Tony stays nearby the whole time, watching and waiting. With wobbly steps, Peter makes his way back towards the land structure, covering his lower half with a piece of fabric as he goes.

Peter turns back once before he disappears up the hill. His face splits wide in a sweet smile, and he waves his hand back and forth, whispering a few words.

Tony has no idea what they mean, but he knows he hasn’t seen the last of his tiny, human mate.

[agent-nemesis]

Bought these at Forbidden Planet today. I guess it's the kylux equivalent of buying a cucumber and lube at the supermarket.

[raefill]

Oooooh erejean please :D Or Ererijean, whatever strike's your muse's fancy. Prefer space-themed if possible.

200 Follower Celebration!

Space themed ereri!!! Warnings for implied oviposition. Also, cough, i forgot the erejean part when I started writing. Woops. This is kind of short bc I ended up really liking the AU and wanted to write something multichap. But I hope you like it.

“Amazing!” Eren shouts, pressing his face up against the glass. Levi cringes at the condensation left by his breath as he turns to look at him. “Guys, get over here!”

“I can see the view from where I’m stood, E.T.” Jean snarks half heartedly. Levi can’t blame him for the lack of enthusiasm, they’re all distracted by how beautiful the earth looks from the Solar Ferry.

“It’s even more beautiful than in the photos.” Eren mumbles dreamily, Levi takes his hand, squeezing it to subtly share the sentiment. Although he can’t quite seem to focus on the view, is busy trying not to smile at the sight of Eren’s translucent scales imitating the colours of the earth beautifully. They look better on Eren’s cheeks and temples than on the planet anyway.

“You’re so fucking sappy.” Jean teases from where he’s crept up on them.

“Huh?”

“Shut up, Kirstein.” Levi snipes, glowering before Jean can give him away.

“What?” Eren prompts again.

“Are you looking forward to seeing your new ID?” Levi changes the subject quickly.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” Eren squawks. “They’re going to scan my chip and the screen will say Eren Jaeger, E.T. Titan, Citizen of Earth! Not Mars! Earth! Earth, Levi!”

“I get it.” Levi says, pained, as Eren grabs his shoulders and shakes him.

“Nice save.” Jean mutters distractedly as Mikasa walks over with vitamin pouches. “Thanks, babe.” He says with a dazed smile when she hands one over.

“Fucking sap.” Levi echoes quietly, snickering as Jean’s face turns red.

“Are you guys ready? We’re entering the atmosphere soon. We should head back.” Mikasa interrupts Jean’s floundering.

“I don’t want to stop looking at the view.” Eren pouts quietly.

“I know you’re excited but won’t it be more exciting to touch instead of just look?” Levi asks, watching Eren light up again.

“Alright let’s go.” Jean grumbles.

“Welcome to Survey Corps Residence Tower. My name is Erwin Smith 004.5 and I am your designated concierge.” The voice is deep, sending a shiver through Levi as Eren pushes buttons on Erwin’s control panel by the front door. “If you have any questions or tasks for me, please let me know. If I can improve your experience in any way, or am in any way dissatisfying, please select the settings menu.”

“Will you stop messing with that thing?” Levi grouses.

“He’s not a thing! He’s an AI. Right Erwin?”

“That is correct.” Erwin’s voice emits from the speaker. Levi, opens another box, pulling out his prized possession, Hange.

“So we have two annoying AIs now. Brilliant.” Levi sniffs in distaste as he dusts off the slim, round vacuuming robot and hits the on button.

“Good morning, Levi.” Hange’s androgynous voice is a small comfort in this tidal wave of change. He lets out a quiet sigh. “Is this your new Earth home?”

“Yep, this is it, Shitty Glasses.” Levi sets them down carefully, trying once more to rub off the terrible glasses drawn on their surface in permanent marker before they start spinning wildly and whizzing around the apartment.

“Amazing!” Hange’s voice registers every now and again. They’ve obviously been spending too much time with Eren.

“Levi, stop packing I want to go explore.” Eren says as he pokes his head around the archway separating the kitchen and dining room.

“I want to get this finished first. It’ll stress me out if I come back to this mess.”

“Mmm. Good point. Wouldn’t want you stressed.” Eren drawls as he saunters over, draping himself over Levi’s back and wrapping long arms around his waist.

“Not now.” Levi says as he tries to pull their mismatch plates out of the box in front of him.

“But Levi~” Eren sing songs, grinding his hips against Levi’s ass. “I’m producing eggs.” He whispers, sultry right into his ear, one of his two tongues laving at Levi’s earlobe. The plates shatter at their feet. “Aren’t you going to clean that up?” Eren suggests slyly.

“It can wait.”