Fallout Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

After everything we've been through? Why the fuck is Cross having sex with someone else? I looked back at them, taking in the sight again, seeing Cross' erect cock disappearing into the girl he was fucking over and over again. His hands moving up to cup and squeeze her breasts. I felt tears pricking at the side of my eyes but I held it, long enough to regret the decision I made to find Cross. In the next moment, I ran out, evading every security and their checkpoint as I made my way out of his house.

Bond amplified pleasure, waves crashing. "Fuck, Sierra," Rhaedon groaned, hips snapping. Isaak kissed me fierce, tongue claiming. I came hard, walls pulsing, milking them. They followed, cum flooding hot, marking deep. We collapsed, tangled. The realm crowned in flame, happily ever after, bonds eternal. *** The End!!! Finallyyyy guys. Now I can focus on the new book 🌚

I don’t know the consequences but I had to do this. “I, Thalia Carnell, renounce the lunar pack and tag myself as rogue” A slight pain shot through my nerves but I had known better. I stepped out of the border, I could hear a loud growl indicating the alpha had come to know of my leaving our pack. I sprayed some smell maskers and ran again.

Jacob said. “Eren is amazing. In a short time, he has conquered two women, hehehe..." said Zoya who already looked a little drunk from drinking too much alcohol. "I want to go back to the future soon..." Jacob said as he lay on the hotel bed. “Who do you miss in the future? You don't have a girlfriend or family waiting for you," Zoya asked curiously.

she finally managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse with desire. Cross slid another finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, but gradually building in speed and intensity. Marceline's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and need. "Ahhh... ouch... ahhhh," she cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was so close, her body teetering on the edge of orgasm, but just as she was about to fall over that precipice, Cross pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and aching.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

The threads that bound them seemed to tighten, and with each passing moment, the complexities of their existence deepened. As they left the hidden sanctuary, the air was filled with a quiet tension—a sense that the path ahead held both enchantment and uncertainty. Chloe and Jonas, bound by fate, faced the dawn of a new chapter in their extraordinary journey, where the threads of romance and suspense wove together in a tapestry that defied the ordinary and embraced the extraordinary.

* --- **The Aftermath** I wake in the wasteland, the sky whole, the crimson star gone. Ravel sleeps nearby, her face gaunt. The survivors are silent, their eyes clear. But the static is quiet. *Gone.* Nessa's voice lingers in the wind: **"You're welcome."** --- **The Horizon** At dusk, a new star ignites-emerald, silent, watching. Ravel stirs, her hand finding mine. "What now?" I stare at the fresh scar on my palm-a spiral-and-thorns, glowing gold. **"We keep fighting."**

Let’s make make a solid proof plan , let us gather food , clothes – we will take our horses one night and flee. It is up to me to help her. I run to my squatters and I start making our amazing escape. We will run away and never look back… We will be free – just her and I. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I jolt when I hear the door behind me slam shut. Instantly feeling the walls closing in on me , I try to head for the balcony where I can feel some form of freedom. However , my plan is harshly ruined when I feel a bunch of my hair being grabbed.