Fallout 4 Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I was fucked against rusted vehicles, bent over barrels, on all fours in the dust, and held suspended between multiple men. My moans were constant and broken, echoing across the wasteland camp. “Yes! All of you! Destroy me! Fill every hole with your survivor cum!” I begged shamelessly. “Breed me in the apocalypse! Make me your camp cumdump!” I came violently again and again, squirting into the dirt as they pumped load after load into my body. Cum covered my face, tits, back, and poured from my gaping pussy and ass in thick rivers. My belly looked swollen from the sheer volume.

A place that didn't exist on G****e Maps. I closed my eyes under the hood, trying to keep the panic from overwhelming me. Dad. Mom. The last image I had was my father staring out the window, terrified. Had the soldiers hurt them? Or had they simply erased them, just as they were about to erase me? The truck began to slow down. The gears ground loudly as the driver downshifted. I heard the hum of a heavy electric motor—a gate sliding open. "Checkpoint clear," the driver radioed. "Entering Sector Four."

I came. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot out of me, splashing against the concrete wall in front of my face. I kept stroking, kept pumping, milking every last drop. More cum spurted over my fingers, dripping down my shaft, pooling in the hollow of my navel. My thighs trembled. My whole body shook. When it was over, I opened my eyes. There was nothing. I had thrown her to the pureblood Wolf Replacements to secure my own survival in the collapse, and the yearning was eating my mind alive.

When we finally pulled up to the Evergreens, I practically bolted out of the car. "Thank you, Lucien. For the ride." "See you in the war-room tomorrow morning, Xender. 09:00. Don't be late." I didn't sleep. I spent forty-eight hours straight in the sub-level of the Evergreens, my stylus flying across the screen as I mapped out the 'Star-Fall' project. The work was my anchor. While the internet was exploding with the news of Tristan Blackmoor’s engagement to the 'Real Stormriven Heir,' I was busy building the weapons that would make their alliance irrelevant.

Starting from where I live from now on, that is this place. I looked around to see furniture laying here and there. I was to come here when Ethan was at the office and finish the designs slowly. But now, I have nothing to wait for and no one to please. It was almost sunset now. The orange tint of sky was so bright and pretty I had forgotten about the gray clouds of my life. This neighbourhood was a little away from where I lived. But I’m sure everyone around me would know that the rejected Luna had woken up from her coma and had left. And in the next few hours someone would spot me here and snitch it to the Alpha.

Manuel was quiet for a moment, "That would make sense, if Volkov walked away and Four survived, Patricia would have failed completely, she would have been exposed for nothing, but if both men died, she could claim it was a tragic confrontation, no witnesses, no one to contradict her story," "Can you get Four out?" "Working on it, but those shooters have the position locked down, If Four moves, he is dead," I watched through the binoculars as Four and Volkov talked behind cover, two enemies forced into temporary alliance, Four pulled out his phone, typed something, my phone buzzed. The message said: I love you, Tell Monte I tried.

I said. " It's over this time. Don't ever talk to me, don't ever look at me, don't think about me. I'm done." He said before walking out of the door and making sure to slam it. MILO I walked into my room and shut the door. I need a vacation before the exam begins. I sat on my bed and stared at the floor. When is all this gonna end? I've seen people lie to me, but not to my face. I've had to come out with it but, damn, today was something. My phone beeped. I saw the message from a 'girl called Bianca'.

Leave the Facility As the walls collapsed around us and explosions tore through the base, we dashed through the falling hallways. "Almost there!" Rook yelled as the VTOL appeared. The facility collapsed as we jumped on board, a brilliant explosion of energy engulfing everything below. The Fallout Smoke and quiet were all that remained of the forest as the VTOL rose higher. "Is it over?" With a quivering voice, I asked. Damien's black gaze locked with me, his face inscrutable. "For now," he said. "But she hasn't finished. We're not either.

Which meant the thing she had eaten that day was… She clamped a hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to vomit. Her entire worldview fractured. She had believed the West Ridge Base was a refuge in a ruined world. Instead, it was a demonic pit. They were turning the dead into food. More precisely, they were turning them into rations for Ark Sector Four. Ark Sectors One through Three still received standard provisions. Several workers stepped forward, divided the white paste into portions, and mixed additives into it. "Got any banana flavoring left?"

The wind was raging, as if it wanted to tear the whole world apart. I was helping with exterior wall repairs on the twelfth floor of a high-rise when I happened to glance through the window. That one glance shook my world. My wife, Bailey Hannold, who was supposed to be on duty at the hospital, was inside the apartment, wrapped tightly in the arms of her ex-boyfriend, Derek Crane. They were kissing like they couldn’t bear to let each other go. Inside, everything was heated and intimate—a contrast to the howling wind outside. My heart felt like it had been ripped open, and a cold chill flooded me.