I can't stop thinking of monster BF with a knot and ovipositer
The moment his knot swells, he starts laying eggs
Your Egg-laying Boyfriend (monster x gender neutral reader)
You and your monster boyfriend finally act on months of tension. His body has a surprise for you... When his knot swells, he begins laying eggs.
TW: NSFW, fully consensual, knotting, ovi (egg-laying), breeding, size kink, P in V, dirty talk, praise, creampie/egg filling, gender-neutral reader.
Helloooo, anon! WELL. Who doesn't want a giant soft monster with a knot, ovi, AND eggs? Yes pleaseeee. This one's for you!
P.S. Hydrate after reading. This is steamyyyy
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Tonight, you're done dancing.
Tonight, you're finally having sex with your monster boyfriend.
He stands by the window, his broad back to you, his tail twitching. Moonlight catches the ridges along his spine, the velvety curve of his ears, the soft fur that dusts his shoulders. He is gorgeous, your impossible, beautiful, hungry monster.
"You're staring," he says, his voice low and husky.
"You're worth staring at."
He turns. His eyes glow red in the dark, pupils blown wide. His huge clawed hands curl and uncurl at his sides.
He's nervous, you realize. My monster boyfriend is nervous.
"I want you," you say.
"I've wanted you for months." He takes a step toward you, then stops, his tail lashing. "But if we do this... if I take you... my body will do things. Things we haven't talked about."
"I know about the knot."
His throat bobs. "There's more."
You rise from the leather couch, close the distance between you. He smells even stronger up close; earth and musk. You press your palm flat against his chest, feel his heart hammering beneath the fur.
"Then show me," you whisper.
He exhales. "Fuck."
His mouth finds yours.
Not gentle.
Not tentative.
He devours you, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. His tongue sweeps past your lips, and you taste him back. Whimpering into the kiss, he swallows the sound, pulls you tighter against him.
"Bed," he growls against your mouth. "Now. Or I'm taking you against this wall and I won't be gentle."
"Who said I wanted gentle?"
He snarls and he lifts you and you end up on the bed.
The furs are soft under your back, and he's above you, his massive frame blocking out the lamplight. He pulls at your clothes with clumsy hands, ripping fabric when buttons prove too difficult. You don't care, you just want to be pressed skin to skin with him.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, tracing the curve of your hip with one claw. "So fucking beautiful."
"Less talking. More naked."
He laughs and it transforms his face. Makes him look younger. Softer. You reach up and cup his jaw, your thumb stroking the ridge of bone beneath his eye.
"I want this," you say. "I want you. All of you. Whatever your body does."
His eyes close. When they open again, he has a feral look on him.
"On your hands and knees," he commands. "I need to see you."
You roll onto your stomach, push up onto your elbows and knees, and you feel his gaze on you. The mattress dips as he moves behind you. His hands slide up your thighs, parting them, and he groans.
"Wet already," he breathes. "All this for me?"
"All this for you, baby."
His mouth finds the back of your neck, his tongue tracing the curve of your spine. He kisses down your back, between your shoulder blades, and lower, until his breath ghosts over your entrance. You shiver, your fingers clenching in the furs.
"Please," you gasp. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need."
His tongue slides into you, and you cry out as he feasts, his tongue plunging deep, curling, tasting every inch of you. Wet, slurping sound echo and you rock back against his face, chasing the pressure, the heat, the relentless way he's taking you apart.
"There," you sob when his nose bumps against your clit. "There, oh fuck, right there—"
He doubles his efforts, his claws gripping your hips, holding you steady as his tongue works you higher and higher. Your thighs tremble. Your spine arches. The pleasure builds behind your ribs, and just as you're about to shatter—
He pulls away.
"No," you whine, glancing back at him with blurry eyes.
He's grinning, his lips slick with you. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
"Then put it in me, you absolute—"
He lines himself up, and you forget how to speak. The stretch when he pushes inside makes your breath catch, makes your fingers claw at the furs. So damn big.
"Breathe," he murmurs, his hands smoothing up your sides. "Breathe, sweetheart. I've got you."
You force air into your lungs, and as you relax, he sinks deeper. Inch by inch. The fullness steals your thoughts, reduces you to sensation. He is so deep you can feel him in your throat.
"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You're so tight. So perfect. I'm not going to last."
"Don't need you to last. Need you to move."
He does.
Draws back until only the head remains, then presses forward again. The rhythm builds. Each stroke hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your moans tangle with his grunts, and the bed creaks.
"You're close," he says. "I can feel you fluttering."
"Then make me."
He snaps his hips harder, faster, and you lose the ability to form words. Pleasure winds tighter, a coil in your belly, and you chase it mindlessly, meeting each thrust with a push of your own. His hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, and that's it—that's the final push.
You come with a scream, your body convulsing around him, and he follows you over the edge with a roar.
But he doesn't stop.
He swells.
You feel it. The knot. It widens, stretching your entrance, locking him inside you. The pressure is intense and you whimper as it seats itself fully.
"Shh," he soothes, kissing your shoulder. "Almost there. Just breathe."
"It's so big—"
"You can take it. You're taking it so well."
The knot squelches into place, and for a moment, everything stills. His chest heaves against your back. Your heart pounds in your ears. And then—
Something moves inside you. Lengthens, penetrates so deep you sob and shatter with little climaxes, thrashing in vain under his powerful body.
"What—" you gasp.
"Eggs," he pants. "My cock... my ovipositor... it's laying them. Inside you. I know it sounds insane, I should have told you before, but I couldn't—I didn't... know how to say—"
"Eggs?"
"Yes."
The first one pushes through. It's small, smooth and you feel it travel up your channel, guided by the contractions of your body, until it settles deep, pressed against the wall of your womb. The sensation is pleasure-pain. Every nerve in your body lights up.
"More," you hear yourself say.
"What?"
"More. Give me more."
He groans, and the second egg follows. This one is larger. It stretches you wider, pushes deeper, and you keen at the feeling. Your body clenches around it, milking it further inside, and he buries his face in your neck, shaking.
"You're taking them," he whispers, awed. "You're taking all of me."
The third egg comes faster, and the fourth, and you lose count. Each one fills you a more, stretches you wider, pushes you closer to the edge of pleasure. Your belly feels full—not just full, but packed, heavy with the eggs he's given you.
"One more," he gasps. "Last one, sweetheart. The biggest."
You whimper and brace yourself.
This egg is different. It's larger than the others, and when it pushes through, you feel every millimeter, every contour, every second of its journey. Your body burns and sings, pleasure and pressure twisting together until you can't tell them apart. And when it finally settles, nestled among its siblings—
You come again.
Your vision whites out. Your whole body seizes, clenching around the knot, around the eggs, around him, and you cry until your voice gives out. He follows you, flooding the spaces between the eggs.
After, you don't know how long you lie there.
The knot eventually softens, and he slips free, but the eggs remain. You can feel them when you shift, when you breathe, when you press a hand to your swollen belly. They're there. A part of him, inside you. He pulls you against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, his tail curling over your hip.
"That was..." you start, lick your dry lips.
"Insane?"
"Incredible."
He laughs. "You're not freaked out?"
You turn your head, kiss the underside of his jaw. "I told you. I want all of you. Even the weird parts. Especially the weird parts."
His arms tighten. "I love you."
"I love you too, my egg-laying boyfriend."
