Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

– 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)

Third-person POV Two months had passed in a haze of stolen glances and suppressed heartbeats. ​ Lirian had thrown himself into the work with a ferocity that bordered on obsession. Sample analysis, degradation mapping, Aether resonance charts, anything to drown out the constant, humiliating ache between his legs. The self-lubrication hadn’t stopped; if anything, it had worsened. Every morning, he woke slick and hard, dreams saturated with obsidian horns and violet eyes. He told himself it was environmental. Aether exposure. Anything but the truth: the prince had infected him with a want he couldn’t cure.

My muscle flex slightly at the ticklish sensation he is causing. I look up at his face and his eyes are focused on my face like he is memorizing every bit of my facial expressions. I give a shy smile and he leans over to kiss my lips. “I love you.” He says close to my ear, “I am going to claim your body as mine, slowly wash away any memories you have of your pain and fill it with only love and desire for me. You are mine, Ciara. Now and forever.” Alpha Mars’ POV

PROPOSED RESOLUTION: INTEGRATION. They weren't going to delete Lina. They were going to write her into their story. A beam of structured narrative, a plotline of immense power, lanced from the Loom and struck the Astropheles. It didn't seek to break our shields; it sought to rewrite them. I felt a foreign memory try to insert itself into my mind—a childhood I never had, a love for a man who wasn't Jeff. The ship itself flickered, its bronze hue shifting momentarily to a compliant, storybook grey.

“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.”

It was insane. Too much. Too good. Like I'd opened something dark and ravenous inside me and couldn't close it again. And the worst part? This man... he rewired me in a single night. Or maybe it happened the second I saw him. I wanted him on sight. That simple. I shook my head hard. No. Stop. 'Gaia Miller, it was one time. That's it. Over.' I gripped the sink, dropped my head, whispered it like a prayer.

[SYSTEM WARNING] [AUTHOR-PLAYER CONFLICT DETECTED] [LUCIAN SOLAIRE ACTIVATING AUTHOR PRIVILEGES] [INITIATING FORCED PLOT CORRECTION] The world lurched. Reality seemed to hiccup, and suddenly Adrian was standing somewhere else-still in the courtyard, but everything was slightly wrong. The shadows were in different places. Cassian was further away. And Lucian was smiling. "Author privileges," he explained, almost kindly. "I can adjust small things. Positions. Relationships. Memories, if I push hard enough." He looked at Adrian. "I can't erase you-you're too integrated now. But I can make things... difficult." He snapped his fingers.

Every time I think of a way to stop finding him so amazing he goes and does something new to break my heart. Especially when he clamped me to him and said in that deep husk, his sweet red pepper scent hitting my brain like a sledgehammer. “You’re a fucking nightmare you know, but I love you like a sister.” So I punched his shoulder like a child. It was either that or cry. And I really don’t cry. Ever. Thankfully I can style it out and slap on some attitude. I’m just Zena, the Fate who flutters in and out. Even these encounters with Maddox, deep down I know what they are. /We’re not going to get over Cillian by having sex with gorgeous men./

he growled, pulling me toward him. "I don’t understand! Maybe Suzanne is the one you’re talking about!" I shouted. He forced me onto the bed. "Let go of me!" I screamed. "Stop resisting. We’ve done this many times!" he growled. "I’m not Suzanne! I’m her twin! Please!" I begged. He didn’t believe me. When he forced himself into me, I felt unbearable pain. "Fuck!" he muttered in shock. "I told you... I’m not her," I whispered before everything went dark.

Rayna is very perceptive, she is going to be an amazing Luna. Now I just need to figure out how I can be an amazing Beta, with a mate who is an Alpha, living in a pack an hour away. F*ck me. My whole body feels suddenly tired as I enter my room. I am slammed up against my door the second it’s closed. With a forearm across my throat and electricity exploding to every inch of my body, I hear the sweetest sound in my life. “What the f*ck to you think you are doing, mate?”