Fallout Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

and "Finding Myself After Scandal." I flipped to a random page in the middle and started reading. Karen's writing was manipulative and self serving. She painted herself as a victim who fell in love with a man trapped in a loveless marriage. She described Damian as charming and unhappy. She described me as cold and distant. She made the affair sound romantic instead of destructive.

I spat at them, before turning on my heel and storming out of the restroom. * ** On my way home, I reached for my phone and texted to Eros, my online friend. She was one of my best fans, she was always among the first 5 people to comment on every Chapter I posted. Her comments encouraged me so much, she made me learn to believe in my self.

I guess knowing that the world is going to end can put a damper on anyone’s dreams. I look up from my book when the door opens. Fallon walks in looking sexy in his tight skinny jeans, black tank top, and long, leather duster. His abdomen and firm thighs ripple with his movements, and his hair is cut short. Frowning, I rise from my perch and slide my fingers through his hair. “You cut it.” He sifts his fingers through the short locks and nods.

Me: having fun baby? Rose: yes! By the way Soph met a cute guy, don’t tell Colt lol Me: did you just call someone cute Rose:….. Rose: you’re still cuter! Me: I better be or I’ll have to show you later who’s cuter Me: ;) Rose: gotta go! Love you Me: love you too baby I put down my phone and look at all these dumbasses around me. I sure hope that going back to school isn’t a mistake. Joel’s POV

The knot kept every drop inside, sealing them together while he continued to grind, forcing her through aftershocks that left her sobbing with pleasure. I can’t type anymore. My hand leaves the keyboard to grip the edge of the desk. I fuck myself hard with three fingers, thumb flying over my clit. The fantasy and reality bleed together—me on the page, me here, filled and rutted and owned. “Oh god…” The words slip out, voice husky and unfamiliar. My thighs tremble. The pressure builds, higher, tighter, until it snaps.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Real security came only from what one built themselves. This time, no one could take what was mine. From now on, I'd live for myself alone. —The End

and now the thought of going back there filled my heart with so much pain that I saw dots. "Miss?" The driver's worried voice called again, and I was forced to make a decision. " Take me to Rossi Heights. " I whispered, my dry voice seemingly mocking me for my poor choice. My Rossi Height apartment was my eighteenth birthday gift from my parents, and while going there seemed like a masochistic choice, while it seemed like I was actively going to seek comfort in the place that reminded me of why I was hurting, my decision was set in stone. I wanted to be alone, to grieve, in the best way possible, and when done, I would have no reason to think about Marco, Chloe, and their betrayal.

I raised my shiny finger up and dipped it into my mouth, leaking it hungrily. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes closed. I fell into the soft bed, pulled the duvet over me, and parted my thighs slowly. My fingers drifted up, and I slammed one into my hole. My pussy clenched around it perfectly as I moved in and out in a slow, punishing pace—my nails hitting my core. Fuck! I squeezed my eyes closed, increased my pace—fucking myself to the memory of him. The way he climbed down that staircase with his eyes fixed on me like he knew just how much he would unravel me.

And now Seth had stepped back into my world, whether either of us wanted it or not. One thing was certain: the shattered pieces between us weren’t staying buried. Not anymore. ...... Please check out my W*****d and A****n for more amazing works. W*****d @creesey1234 and A****n @author Cree Say. I'm note active there and the stories are more wonderful in each book.