Fallout Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Okay. It started one humid summer night at that place I was sent to because of my previous misdeminor you all know about. Anyway, I was walking around minding my own business when all of a sudden this big scary alpha crashes into me from behind and starts rambling about wanting to be alone with me," I take a breath and make sure to look at everyone in the jury, "Now, Franco is saying that I 'was all over him for days, seducing him' but I have the whole camp as a witness and they know that I adore my Fated Alpha, Elliot Thorne, and I was only being nice to Franco because we all thought he was in love with me and I didn't want to make him feel bad. "

he rumbles, strengthening his thrusts so his monster of a cock hits my deepest of places. Shit, it feels good, so much better than I could even imagine. How was it that one person could make me feel like I was fading into oblivion like him? Was it because we were practically strangers? Was it because we could be caught at any second since we were in a car? Or was there something else between us? Something so much deeper than mere emotion? “More,” Ciaran growls, snapping me out of my head. “Scream my name, little mate.”

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

After reading that paragraph, Hazel lips curled into a sneer, but her eyes were cold. Between the lines of Ashley's words was an attitude of magnanimity, but it also tacitly admitted the truth of the news two days ago - that Hazel pushed Ashley!. At the Hospital. Ashley sat by the bed, scrolling through her phone. She had logged into her QQ account and joined the official fan support group for her. As she read the messages from the fans, she felt happier and happier. She couldn't believe that after she posted that on the internet, her fans actually went to HAB to cause trouble for Hazel. Hazel must be so angry by now, right?

In spite of myself, I feel my stomach twist and my pulse spike. “What happened to you?” How do I fathom the words to explain that my fuckass ex now has me on a tight leash? “I fell.” He arches a brow. “You…fell.” I nod, casting a glance at Lucas. He takes a small step closer. “I fell, seriously. I went on a run and—” Cassian wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him, knocking the oxygen from my lungs. My body stiffens, unable to process this warmth.

If Anthropic wanted attention, they were going to get it. But not the kind they expected. Alex turned and walked back to the living room. Opened her laptop again. Pulled up a blank document. And started typing. If they were going to tell Catherine's story Alex was going to make sure it was the right one.

I kept going, edging myself stupid, the dildo stretching me wide with every thrust until my legs shook and my toes curled, but I pulled back just before I could cum, whimpering like a denied whore. I knew deep down it was likely we’d never actually meet, but fuck, that made it hotter, the fantasy of him watching me fall apart like this. Energized and still dripping down my thighs, I checked my notifications, scrolling fast, and there it was: the announcement for that masked dark romance author meet-up happening the same in 30 minutes right in the city. R. Kane confirmed to appear. My pussy clenched hard around nothing just reading it. “Holy shit, what am I doing!” I muttered to myself, a wil

"Two weeks they've been fighting. And in those two weeks, we've been living together, out in the open. He told me I give him a kind of passion he's never felt. His girlfriend only knows how to chase money. She's nothing like the woman he used to love." The comment section was already going off. "She's about to get married and you're the side piece bragging about it?" "Shameless." "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, just make the scumbag dump her. Stop ruining a good woman's life." A low hum filled my head. The past came rushing back all at once. A mentor at work. Two weeks of silence. A fiancée abandoned in the rain on their anniversary. Every detail lined up with me and Ryan.

Forbidden. She drove home through the dying rain, her injured foot aching but her mind on fire. In her small apartment, she kicked off her shoes, lay on the bed, and slid her hand into her soaked panties. She rubbed her swollen clit slowly, imagining those intense eyes watching her over the black mask. Her phone buzzed again. **Dr. Kane:** Are you touching yourself right now thinking about Daddy’s hands? Tola moaned out loud. She took a deep breath and typed honestly.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.