Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Adam's POV I snuggled around the soft cushion a little more, dreading waking up; perfectly knowing that I'd have more articles and files to read. Once Lena ordered some food for us, all I can remember is thousands of red bull and energy drinks, and millions of articles, books, files, reports pilling up in the room I raised my arm to cover my eyes, trying to shade my face from the morning sun. I could feel slender fingers running through my hair pushing my bangs back. I am sure non of the guys do that, nor are they gay.

I wanted to close the distance between us and crush my mouth against his, taste the coffee on his lips while my hands roamed those hard muscles. The rush of desire hit like a punch, forcing a frustrated sigh from my lips. I raked a hand through my messy hair, cursing under my breath. “For fuck's sake.” muttered to myself. This push-pull was maddening, my cock twitching at the memory of him buried deep inside me, even as I seethed. How long could I fight this before it dragged me under again?

But now it was like all of his worse features had been amplified. Irritating. Damn it. I slammed my elbows onto the communications kiosk, burying my face in my hands. What was I going to do? Now that Cyrus was completely fixated on Mads, he was going to be on my ass about my amante de la sangre every chance he got.

– I open the door from the SUV and get out. I walk towards a corner cafe and I sit there having a bacon sandwich and some coffee as it is all I can afford. I am fuming with his reaction to us. He doesn’t like me the same way I like him. I will never be good enough for him. I am just the flavor of the month. After I finish eating I pay my bill and I walk back to NYU to find a very pissed off, Raphael, in front of the entrance of the main building. (Hi everyone, I am sorry the chapters have been a little shorter, but I was without a laptop for more than 1 week and I thought would be better smaller chapters than you guys waiting for them)

I fingered myself faster. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. My mind kept playing the same imaginary scene on a loop; The dark room. The faceless surrogate. Albert's weight pressing her as he rammed her into the mattress. But the longer I touched myself, the less faceless she became. I gave that faceless woman my face. I imagined myself to be my step daddy’s surrogate. My hungry wandering legs splayed open, my finger teasing through the opening, repeatedly slobbering up and down, circular and now Deeping it inside.

Her comments encouraged me so much, she made me learn to believe in my self. “Eros, I’ve had the worst day ever,” I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen. “Aamon, Ember’s brother, just claimed me as his mate! I know it’s another trap, just like Ryder. And to make matters worse, Aamon is friends with that asshole!” I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

I glared. "Grey! Remember he's your father!" mom snapped. "I do. I do remember... but you don't remember that I am your son, or even that I am an individual. You don't know how much it sucks to be me. Ever since Ash went into the coma, I've been nothing but his replacement. I am nothing but Ash's shadow in your eyes. I always get compared to him by every single person, but not by Kavin or Everleigh. That's the same reason why I didn't take anyone but Kavin as my beta and the same reason why I will make Everleigh my mate. Whatever happens." I said.

It will turn to become 'the day they will never forget' if being asked to write an essay or tell a story. "Fuck!" I muttered while closing my eyes as I continued to stroke myself. I'm doing this to soothe myself for the moment and as well as give myself a moment of pleasure to calm myself down a little. I pushed my head back and relaxed more while playing with my cock tips, "Ace should just get to work..." Eliam POV

I don't know…maybe I just wanted it to be real. It wasn't hard to know that the the main character was obviously a self insert on Leon's part. I wasn't disgusted or disappointed in him. Quite the opposite actuallly. I was captivated. He had a whole, depraved internal life, a landscape of desire that had nothing to do with the perfect Pastor’s son everyone else saw. And I was like that too. “I thought you'd be at school,” I finally said, my voice smooth, masking the storm in my head.

“Your system demands my fingers deep within your core, doesn't it, little vixen?” “Please.” The plea was broken, breathy, and entirely submissive. “Expose the route.” Zero hesitation remained. My spine straightened further as my secondary hand moved down, forcing a manicured finger directly into my dripping center. Slowly, I extracted the digit and buried it deeper against the tight walls. “Fuck, your territory is entirely flooded.” He advanced three paces, the phone angled sharply to capture the wet mechanics of my self-mutilation. “Introduce a secondary finger.”