Marvel Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Vanilla grinned. "Oh my God. I thought you knew," she said shyly. "I like it too, our whole family likes it," Nick said earnestly. "Thank you," Vanilla said, the girl bit her lower lip. Damn! Nick cursed the way Vanilla bit her lower lip. The girl was very beautiful, adorable, and sensual. He wanted to drag Vanilla into his arms and kiss her until she was weak. Last night because he was with Vanilla for too long he became very excited and could no longer think clearly, he called one of the women to fulfill his desires while fantasizing about imagining Vanilla under his control. Nick cleared his throat.

“Visitor’s room is down the other hall, Hartwell.” The use of my last name, my father’s name, in that tone, felt like a deliberate provocation. Marvel’s jaw tightened. Buzzcut chuckled. “She was just telling us how she doesn’t support any team, Cap. Neutral party.” I saw the misunderstanding solidify in Marvel’s eyes. He thought I’d been chatting with them. With Ray Collins. “I was waiting for you,” I said to Marvel, emphasizing the last word. But the damage was done. The pride of a losing player, the presence of a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfriend caught in the middle of it all created a perfect, toxic cocktail.

Everything that I do to them cannot be right. “Don’t act cowardly when you know you know you’re not a coward. Even though you killed four wolves in one hand, don’t think of yourself as a strong woman. You’re nothing compared to the alpha,” Marvel said. He growled at me, scaring that shit hell out of me. “Why are you messing with me? I am just a nobody.”

I smile as I make my way to the bathroom to shower. My mind begins to wander while I am in the shower. Then an obnoxious thought moves to the forefront of my mind. What happens if my mate is a Lycan? I wonder. No, it can’t be. I am to be mated to an alpha. I try and convince myself. But Lycan also has Alphas as well. My thoughts take over, and I rush to get out of the shower. I dress, find a notepad quickly, and begin writing down things I know about my new self.