Fallout Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

“Peanut butter chocolate chip. Baked with love and possibly spite.” He reached for one, took a bite, and groaned. “Okay, yeah. You’re allowed to stay.” “Thought so.” I pulled my hoodie tighter around me. “I mean, the vibe’s good up here. Cold, but good. Very main-character energy.” Colby leaned back beside me. “Don’t let it go to your head.” “Oh, too late. I’m already writing the memoir. Rain: The Saga of Sarcasm and Emotional Rescue.” “Subtitle: How I Bullied My Friends Into Self-Awareness.”

That night, back home, he crossed out Fantasy #4 with a slow, satisfied stroke. Then looked at me. “Its your turn next” And I smiled happily. He read the Fantasy #5 I had written. I want angry sex. Because I’m jealous as fuck. Pin me down. Fuck the insecurity out of me.Make it hurt so good I can’t think about anyone.

I head to the shower and decide I need to check in with my sister , Fal , still doesn't seem like herself . I take one last look at my sleeping mate , write her a small note explaining where I was and to link me when she is up . ‘ Fallon ‘ I link my sister as I make my way towards her room . ‘ Yeah ?’ she answers right away . Even her voice sounds tired . ‘ Where are you Fal ? Was coming to have a catch up .’ I smile as I catch her scent as I approach her room . ‘ I am in mine . Lex is here .’ I don't answer as I chap and walk into her room .

I stroked the length of my shaft till I was fully erect, turned to face the full-length mirror at the back of the bathroom, posed in front of it and snapped a pic. I sent it to Fiona with the caption: This is how bad I want you. Fiona: Oh, god. Now I want you even more. Me: Tell me why. Fiona: Cuz now I’m thinking about what it feels like to have all of that inside me. That was the kind of thing I wanted to hear. I started taking care of myself while I wrote her back with my other hand. Me: Keep going baby. You’re gonna make me come. Fiona: I want you inside me so bad it hurts.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

**** *** A/N// I was going to abort this mission when it got too hard to write, but I forced myself through it☹️ Something steamy for you guys after so much blood, anticipation and sadness❤️😩💦

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.