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Hi! You can call me Scribbles! She/Her. Bisexual.

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This blog is to share the horny little thoughts and stories that pop into my brain. That doesn't mean the sweet, tender and loving side of these stories are ignored. Both NSFW and SFW ideas are welcome.

But there are boundaries I ask you to acknowledge:

No bigotry or hate of any kind. I'm here to spread some creative mindsets and stories. So, please keep the negativity outside the door.

Kink limitations for asks/commissions: No scat, incest, anything to do with minors (unless family orientated stories), mommy/daddy play, non-con themes (exception of consensual non-con play)

Yandere, and themes like it, are welcome to a degree. I'm a dark romance lover, so I can excuse some tropes.

This is going to sound very hypocritical, but no animal/bestiality themes. If it doesn't pass the Harkness Test, I refuse to write about it.

My Current Kink List:

Oviposition (this is a new one, so if you have any content related to it or you're a veteran to this kink, please discuss it with me. I am intrigued)

Breeding. But not heavy on the pregnancy side of the kink. Maybe some wordplay with it; for example: "I'll ensure you're swollen with my seed" or the like.

Size Difference. I love me a big monster that could flatten me like a pancake and call me a sweet girl. Soft bellies or the hard thighs, I don't care. I wish to be squished.

And yes, Praise kink. I like the praise, ok. Call me basic. I like being called a 'good girl' or 'sweet thing' and being told I'm doing a good job.

Giving oral. I don't know if there's a name for it, but I adore giving oral.

Ownership play (to a degree). There has to be some connection before I let you collar me and tell me to do things. But I do like the idea of a big monster calling me "theirs" or "mine".

My Current Monster Types:

Dragons/Drakes/anything with scales. Love me a scaly person.

Tentacles or creatures based around eldritch types.

Aliens are fun!

Knights! I love me a character in armor. It really does something to me.

The Ghoul (Fallout Series) He's very tasty

Asks are always welcome! Even just a hello!

Thanks for dropping by! And giving this a read until the end. I hope you enjoy my content!

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I was chatting with a friend and they use fanfiction to scratch that certain itch with smut, but other than that they don't actually read a lot of fanfiction. Which is absolutely fair, but I've always sought fanfics out like I'm going to watch an episode of a show. But with things I want to see in said episode.

I adore reading quality of life or story-heavy fanfiction. It seriously depends on my mood whether or not I seek something out that is pure smut or has smut sprinkled in.

And now, comes my question to anyone that wants to answer, what type of fanfiction do you usually go seeking? And not just fanfiction circling shows, games, movies etc but also any sort of community.

This is mostly for my own my curiosity to what type of stories people are more into reading. Because I rarely interact with fanfic communities outside of liking, commenting and reblogging stuff.

Lucy is absolutely intrigued by the super mutant. You cannot tell me that this woman, who has travelled with The Ghoul all this time, would not take something like a super mutant instride.

Miss Okydoky would find the Super Mutant much better company than The Ghoul.

"Why do they have better manners than you?" She'd ask The Ghoul one time.

She'd chat their ear off. Asking all sorts of questions about how they became a super mutant, how strong they are, their life and what other super mutants are like. The poor SM would look at you for help. Silently begging you to get this strange woman away from them.

The Ghoul I feel is distrusting but mostly indifferent about them. If they're travelling with you, then they can't be that bad. But he definitely keeps an eye on them, refuses to let Lucy be alone with the SM.

It takes a lot of convincing from Lucy and you before The Ghoul can comfortably sleep while SM is on watch.

I think he's still a gentleman at heart. The first time you undress in front of him, he's turning his back right away and makes some comment about you not being shy.

He's surprised, for sure.

It's a conversation he doesn't expect from you. When you explain that you're comfortable with it, that 'it's only skin', Cooper doesn't know how to react. Everytime you undress, he's seperating himself from you or turning his back so he doesn't stare too much. Giving you some space so you can be nude without his eyes wandering.

Overtime, he adjusts to this behavior. And yes, of course he takes a peek everyone now and then. But he's still keeping his gaze mostly respectful.

When around others, he tries to redirect their gazes. Not for any reason other than he doesn't like how some of the more perverted people look at you. He glares. He threatens. On occassion, he even uses his coat as a curtain just so you can sit comfortably but the onlookers don't gawk.

Omg, he definitely doesn't! I love Thaddeus as a character, just not enough to write personal fanfics about him. But I am more than happy to get requests about him.

Flirting:

I feel like The Ghoul would feel bad for the poor guy more than anything. This all depends on where you sit on the relationshop scale with Cooper, though.

Regardless of if you're friends or he considers you his, The Ghoul definitely has a cringe moment when Thaddeus attempts to flirt with you. If you're in a relationship with The Ghoul, I think Cooper knows there's no way Thaddeus of all people can woo you away from him. He just doesn't like people flirting with you.

But when the flattery falls flat, maybe Thaddeus stumbles over his words and doesn't complete the compliment fully, it hurts The Ghoul so much that he has to turn away from the conversation or else die of second-hand embarrassment.

He lets the first one slide because it was so bad that The Ghoul doesn't think it counts as flirting. He makes jokes about it to you when Thaddeus scurries from your presence out of sheer awkwardness from his words. Thankfully saving the poor guy the horror of knowing that The Ghoul overheard his horrible pick-up line

The second time, though, now he's stepping in. The Ghoul doesn't intercept Thaddeus in front of you. Doesn't assert some sort of dominance that's clearly visible - but when Thaddeus is alone and you're off doing something that keeps you from stopping The Ghoul from ensuring the other man knows his place - he terrifies Thaddeus into overthinking every word spoken to you from now on.

Thaddeus absolutely thinks he's about to be shot. When Cooper makes it clear you're with him, Thaddeus expects a bullet between the eyes. The Ghoul plays it off like he's going too. Maybe pulls the pistol from his holster, makes the hammer click back, tapping the barrel against Thaddeus' forehead as he drawls on about the other ghoul keeping his distance from you from now on.

And Thaddeus can do nothing but braces against The Ghoul's dark glare. Nod when The Ghoul whispers a threat through words that could be mistaken as a cautionary tale for life in the Wasteland.

And when The Ghoul walks away and heads over to you, sliding the gun back into his belt, Thaddeus has to sit down for a second or else faint.

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The Maid vs The Guard John Hancock x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Themes: Jealousy, chem-use, smoking, fallout universe, no use of y/n, reader insert

Words: 1.9k

You had to be honest with yourself, there was no reason to be jealous of the new maid. They were sweet and hard-working. Irritatingly nice to talk too and they didn't give you a single reason to suspect they were up to something malicious. They brought you water on the hot days. Made sure you had snacks smuggled into your pockets so you had something to eat while on duty. They were, in all accounts, a decent person.

But here you were. Seething in your stool in The Third Rail while the maid rushed about completing her afternoon chores for Charlie. She smiled at every customer and chatted idly with those who she knew but still buzzed around the bar like a whirlwind of incredible work ethic.

Until Hancock entered the bar, that is. He strolled through the doors as he often did; all carefree confidence and light-hearted jokes. Going straight to the bar to order something to start relaxing after a hard day of being mayor - which prompted the new maid to hurry over and greet him.

Did I give the main love interest an eye color?

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Insectoid Monster x F/AFAB Reader - Toy play & Ovipostior themes - MDNI

An Insectoid Monster who doesn't understand that you're also unable to lay eggs but keeps begging for a brood from you.

There's a language barrier between the two of you that stops you from understanding what they want at first. They've become more affectionate, rubbing up against you more insistantly and when it comes to sex, they demand to be on top.

They grind down against your pussy with their strange ribbed-rimmed slit until you have to tap-out because they get you so overstimulated.

They cling to you. Wanting you in their nest more and more. Seemingly determined to fuck you senseless every hour of the day.

In the back of your mind, you consider this some sort of rut. Maybe a heat. But you don't know very much about their species. So you try to help. You stimulate them and let them use you however they want. Showering them with just as much attention as they give you.

But nothing seems to be working.

In truth, they just don't understand why your ovipositor isn't emerging. Do you think they're an inadequate brood-carrier? But they've shown you they can fit many eggs inside them by using your largest dildo to stretch themselves so prettily for you before. And when you use the strap on them, they do their best to take as much of you as possible for as long as possible. Why aren't you laying your eggs inside them?

You work it out somehow. And trying to explain to them that you don't lay eggs is a near impossible task. Not where your levels of communication are currently, at least.

So, you compromise. You have a toy made that deposits silicone eggs. It's large and thick, exactly the shape that the Insectoid enjoys the most. And the eggs are heavy. Big enough to sit in your palm. You then make the toy and the eggs colorful, as bright as you can get and make the dildo look different to those in your collection.

The Insectoid clicks their mandibles together excitedly at the sight of it. And not long after you've tugged them towards you, they're forcing you on your back and mounting you.

You already have one of the eggs imbedded in the knot at the base of the strap. The hollow tunnel is leaking heavily with sweet smelling lube and the Insectoid chirps happily when it starts to dribble out of their otherworldly slit.

They grind down on you. Their hips slapping heavily against the knot that stubbornly refuses to slip into their warm walls. They work themselves over it. Rolling their hips, rutting against it until the whole bed shakes with their movements and even run their hands over the toy until the honey scented lube pours out of the tip. Pooling around your hips to better wetten the rounded base.

You almost start to think you had the eggs made too big, the knot too rounded by their mass, but then it pops smoothly between their walls and the Insectoid hums, almost in a daze, before beginning to bounce on the toy.

The egg shifts in the knot. Pulled up the toy by your partner's thrusting and you see the excitement in their eyes double. They quicken their movements. Working the egg through the shaft until you feel the weight of it leave your strap and enter the Insectoid. They ensure the tip is buried deep in their pussy and their frantic thrusting turns into something more gentle as the egg slips free of the toy's flared head.

You've never seen them so happy. Their antenna shiver over their heads and their dragon-fly like wings tremble, making a sound like rustling leaves in a gale-force wind.

You manage to slip another egg into the toy without them noticing. The mess of your combined juices and the lube was making this a much more chaotic endeavor than you anticipated.

The egg almost flew out of your hand when you tried to push it into the toy.

But your Insectoid/Alien lover croons and chirps in a way you've never heard before. They're so excited to finally bear your brood that you don't even care about the mess.

They work another egg into their womb. You can feel it settle against the first and you have to add another or else suffer the pitifully sad expression from your lover again.

They fit five before you have to tap-out. Your clit has been ravaged from the start by the toy and the Insectoid's lower feelers had been insistant on filling your hole so you weren't left out of feeling full.

The Insectoid doesn't let you leave the nest for a long time after that. You leave kisses along their body. Making sure to give extra attention to the rounded belly that now protrudes from their mid-section.

You'll later need to explain to them that these eggs won't hatch into anything. But for now, you let the Insectoid rest. Letting them bathe in this blissful comfort of having your eggs.