MCYTER ONE SHOTS (M)

The Egg (eggboyhalo) (smut)

Ship: BadBoyHalo and like, the Egg/whatever demon or creature or something caused the egg? I guess? Also just kinda him? Idk
Prompts/Kinks/TWs:
OH BOY THIS ONE IS WEIRD
like this is so fucking cursed
i'm warning you right now, this so so fucking cursed
i made a joke on my announcements board like, haha, what if someone made an ovipositaion fic with bbh and the egg since he loves it so much, jkjk, unless? and you people waNTED IT
if you dunno what ovipositaion is basically uh
human incubator
Yep, he fucks an egg. kinda.
gets fucked by something that forces him to carry it's eggs?
i dunno that much about this kink and i don't really understand but the point is it's cursed as fuCK OKAY. a lot of times it goes along with tentacles so that's implied but i tried to focus on the egg part. also memory loss and he doesn't know how it happened exactly just that it was really fucking hot and he liked it. he thinks. obsession, as well, because, egg.
also sorry for the long intro-

He didn't know when exactly it had started.

The idea must have popped into his head one day and just couldn't go away. It was like, he could feel them being made inside of him. Eggs.

He knew it was ridiculous and absolutely crazy, but the thought kept creeping into his mind no matter how much he tried to ignore it. It was almost like an obsession.

It had to be some sort of psychotic hypochondria, right? Just his mind tricking him. But he kept... feeling things.

Right after, there was this... expansion in the back of his throat, followed by the production of this thick, kind of cum flavoured saliva. A psychic smack against his ass, making him clench up tightly.

At the time, he'd just chalked it up to him being inexperienced, figuring it was normal, and forgot about it for a while, almost as quickly as he got used to that taste in his mouth. Much like the memory of the event itself, it only came back for a second before fleeting again.

He'd become strangely elated, like a warm blanket had wrapped around his consciousness, more than usual, to the point people had even noticed and pointed it out. But he was just happy, nothing could possibly be wrong with that, right?

Then came the first real signs.

The heat he'd been feeling in his chest spread upwards to his lips, the saliva keeping them constantly moist for a day or two, while the warmth in his ass seems to solidify, making it feel like he's sitting in a nice and comfy lap even when standing.
This is when the thoughts start to invade his everyday routine.

He can tell something is off, probably. Everytime he'd swallow it, he'd have these intense, heated memories of something wonderful going down his throat, over and over again, making him salivate even more.

After no less than a day, the saliva seeps back down into the back of his throat quickly, settling in. Maybe it was some sort of weird sinus problem? But then, why could he feel that warmth pressing up against his walls, growing inside him little by little?

He should go see someone. A healer, he thought. But, he somehow didn't want to. The feeling of these eggs- or whatever they were- he didn't want to go away. It felt... good. Great, even. Everytime he felt those things move within him, brush against his walls and prostate if he moved just right, leaving him practically panting all the time.

Every time he tried, he just couldn't seem to bring himself to do it as they twitched a bit inside him, filling him with memories of being filled. Of being absolutely fucked out of his mind from both ends, especially on the rare occasion he was very determined to sort this out and they both moved at the same time.