Game Of Thrones Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His breath. My pulse climbing. My body remembered last night far too clearly. Maybe the cabinet was too small. Maybe the air was too thin. But both of us were breathing too fast. Another loud bang. I thought the monster NPC had found us. Every muscle in my body locked tight. But instead of chainsaw noise, a dramatic, overly sweet female voice floated in. “What if they find us?”

She gasps from my sudden dominant actions. Good, she should be scared right now. I push her against the wall, and I grab her neck with one of my hands. With my other hand, I push my pants down. Without using lubricant, I viciously ram my cock into her. I pump into her like a rage-crazy savage, making her scream for mercy as I choke the air out of her. I bring her neck towards me, and as I am about to cum, I sink my fangs into her neck and drain her dry. I let go of the Bampire, dropping her on the floor, not caring that I had just killed her. I pick up my pants and walk right out of the place. “You fucked up, LD,” I say to myself as I grit my teeth, and tears fall from my eyes. I remember Je

"I made you want me as much as I wanted you, even when I knew it was wrong. I know you always finger fucked yourself to bed, Yuna." "What?" I froze, the air in the room suddenly feeling thin. The level of knowledge in his voice was chilling. "Crazy, right? Because how could watching a girl half my age turn me on so much? I’d peep through your keyhole, watching you. I’d hear you touch yourself while calling out my name. A name that I made you call out by imprinting those ugly scenes into your head. I’m so crazy. I’m the craziest person I’ve ever met, Yuna. You’d never be in this pain if I didn't make you this way."

Long fingers, pale, elegant, with calluses from turning pages, not scrolling X. My eyes dart down. Oh. My. God. There’s a bulge in my pants. Not, like, a subtle one either. I’m packing, and it’s not a metaphor. “No way,” I whisper, my voice low, smooth, and definitely not mine. It’s like velvet wrapped in frost, Cillian Veyne’s voice. I’m in his body. I’m in Thorns of Desire. My fangirl heart does a backflip, but my brain’s screaming, What the actual fuck?!

"Madison and I have always been open. You're the one who's always scheming and playing dirty." "Ed—" Edward stiffened suddenly. That had been Younger Me speaking. I pressed on as if I'd lost all strength, saying, "I don't want to stay trapped in the past anymore. I don't want to stay trapped here." I didn't want to keep waking up every night from nightmares filled with a baby's cries. I definitely didn't want to keep living like some kind of criminal, prone to the curses and humiliation of anyone. I had been telling the truth when I said I really had gone back to my own room. But why had no one believed me?

James’ POV “Be a romantic fucker…be a romantic fucker…” I muttered to myself over and over as I tousled my hair and strode confidently towards Cassie where she sat under what I called “her tree.” She was flipping through pages of one of her supernatural books and I smiled to myself, yeah, this shouldn’t be so hard. “Hello,” I whispered into her ear seductively when I reached her. Her hand flew to her chest, and she whirled around with a glare, “what the hell?”

The fucker was nothing, if not anal about facts. "Ex-wife" I corrected myself. "So I am going to speak to Luke real quick, and when I come back, I am hoping you know who that may be, or I will be left with no choice but to remove your left eye next! Imagine how fucking surreal that would be... to have no ear on the right side and no eye on your left! Be hard not to get noticed in your trade looking like a reject from Game of Thrones!" I winked, stepping to the side and in front of Luke.

“So you never loved me. All of these were for the sake of your interests. Can't you see that?!” I burst into another round of laughter, falling on the couch as I relaxed my back, pleading with myself to let the news sink. But no matter how hard I tried, it was hard to let in because I didn't expect it. Not from Aegon of all people. “And the sex—” I looked at him. “The sex wasn't good to you, was it? You fucked me because you believed I would give you a child. Someone to save you from your cursed self. Can you also see that? How heartless can you be?!”

Trigger Warning Chapter 26 Sansa's POV I summoned the confidence to speak amid this painful dance, my voice shaking with a mix of dread and defiance. "Not at all, I refuse to give myself up to you. This is not the affection I seek." My remarks, however, appeared to fall on deaf ears, lost in the haze of yearning that surrounded him. He persisted, his goals plain, but my spirit fought desperately against his enticing draw.

he stammers, his closing and opening as if he’s fighting to keep himself awake and standing. I shouldn't have slept with you. If it weren't for the rut. The words echo in Soren’s head over and over again, and each time, it feels like a knife is twisting directly into his heart, but Soren forces his face to remain completely blank, and he swallows his tears, wrapping his arms around himself to shield his broken heart. Is Soren that unlovable and unwanted? "I know. I understand, Theon. You didn't have to come all the way here just to tell me that; I know what happened." He forces himself to say, his voice completely empty and his eyes dead.