Fallout Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was the only different thing that had happened to her in a long time. After closing the window and the curtains, Florence put on her pajamas and turned off the light, feeling the softness of her mattress welcome her body and embrace her like a soothing lullaby. It didn’t take much for her to fall into a deep sleep. Suddenly, she saw herself in a field full of tulips, the most stunning landscape she had ever seen. The smell of the flowers was intoxicating and she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as the man by her side wrapped her waist with one of his arms and pulled her close.

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She reached over the sheets, still warm on his side, and sighed. The Fall Festival had felt like something out of a dream. Cornstalks. Candied apples. Spontaneous dancing under string lights. And that kiss—God, that kiss. It had started out staged. But somewhere between the hand on her lower back and the way he said her name like it was a promise, it became real. Real enough that when the camera crew cheered and their photo was posted on the retreat’s social media with the caption “True Love Wins!”, Ivy felt a bolt of panic she couldn’t explain.

"You haven't slept properly in days. Your brain is frying." Elara turned her laptop towards her. "Then explain this." On the screen was a new chapter. One she hadn't written. One that hadn't existed an hour ago. Fallon read the first line aloud. "She thinks I don't see her panic. But I feed on it." She looked up slowly. "Is this supposed to be funny?" Elara whispered, "I never typed that." As if on cue, a new sentence appeared on the screen. Typed. Slowly. Letter by letter:

FELIX Honestly, I missed my opportunity of fucking Austin's ass. Now, I'm kinda feeling bad for not explaining myself to him. I grab my phone, and scroll through my videos. I noticed the videos I got from Austin's laptop. I didn't know he was one of those guys who video themselves as the stroke their dick.

The shaft was filled with precum that glistened, just waiting to be inserted into her clit. ‘’What an impressive cock.’’ Aliyah laughed, licking her lips. ‘’Little Lucas says hi.’’ Lucas laughed. ‘’More like big Lucas… ouuuu.’’ Aliyah purred. Lucas slid into her gently, pulling out a bit only to slam back into her once again but this time with force. Aliyah gripped his hair, pushing herself closer to him to get the heat she desperately wanted. ‘’You’re so beautiful, you have no idea.’’ Lucas growled.

I beat my wings against the air, driving my body higher and higher as if I could escape, even if just for a moment. LIAM I rolled over, not wanting to leave Cassi’s warmth; but I knew we needed to wake up. The night had been incredible. I smiled, remembering her soft moans and whimpers of pleasure as my tongue had explored every inch of her. She had insisted I finish inside her, her inner walls clamping down on my cock like a fist that had me finishing harder than ever. My dick had practically spasmed off my body with the intensity of my orgasm, and as my cum had forcefully spurted out of me into her I realized, belatedly, that I could be impregnating her.

I was no longer simply just another student, I was Zaine, the upcoming Alpha, with the world upon my shoulders. So, I did what I do best, and plastered a false smile upon my face, and worked upon crafting this story of our imaginary relationship with Presley. Doing what I could to make her laugh, as that sound was enough at my lowest of moments to ease my mood. And for a moment I didn't feel as bad. Having her here may make things a little better...

“I’ll untangle it myself. Just tell me.” I take in a deep breathe and let it out. “My name is not Tara Charles. It’s Mellow Fanning. There, I said it.” Christopher nods continuously as I keep talking. “My husband who happens to be Zeath Lupin played a dangerous game on me that nearly killed me if I wasn’t saved. I was pregnant for him, but crafted ways to enact vengeance on him, which is where you come in, Christopher. I used you. I—” “Shh. Come here.” Christopher embraces me and I cry into his chest. He pats my hair, comforting me. “I always knew you had a secret. I always knew you were in pain but refused to share it. I just didn’t realize it was this severe.”

Lucan’s hand trailed higher, and my pussy pulsed, like it was expecting a finger more than it cared to admit. “Was that what you told yourself yesterday when you were taking my finger and meaning for more?” “Do not remind me!” I gritted, feeling the memories as they came crashing in like my embarrassment.” Lucan chuckled. For the first time since I had ever known him. “Why? Are you running from yourself? Or are you running from the reality that you have just created?” “You are a psycho,” I groaned, my pussy dripping at every word he said while I feared I might start moaning his name again.