Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

[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./

This wasn't me pretending to be confident, I am confident because of those words. "Touch yourself." He authorised. Honestly, I did not know what to do, I simply just trusted myself. I led my hand to my clit and use my thumb to massage it like he did last time. My other hand kept playing with my nipple. I picked up the pace, a quiet moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes, all I saw and fantasize about was Marco. In desperate need for a release, I insert two fingers inside me, I pump into my self back and forth. The sensation made my back arch and tilt my head to rest on the bed frame. I fantasize about the way he would hold me, spin me around and fuck me hard. I could feel myself getting clos

I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet—the story’s not done. The scene turns raw: "He thrusts into me, his cock slamming deep, stretching my pussy until I’m gasping. The desk shakes, papers sliding to the floor, a pen clattering. He fucks me hard, his dick pounding my walls, each stroke hitting that spot that makes my legs tremble. The door rattles—footsteps in the hall, voices close—but he doesn’t stop, his hand cracking my ass again, the pain mixing with pleasure." My heart races, my clit pulsing as I type, the risk of discovery fueling every word. My fingers shake, my breath short, the apartment’s heat wrapping around me like a second skin.

I keep on typing, switching the names in my chapter. 'I wish he didn't have to leave and I hate that I wonder what would've happened if no one came in.' I bit my lip as I stare at my screen. My thighs press on each other. My pussy pooled. Killian's hands were in there today. Forgive me father for my mind is starting to get dirty again. And if it does, I fear that I won't hold back. I fear that I'll submit and be selfish. I so desperately want to be selfish.

My pace of thrusts increased. One last thrust and then I spilled completely inside Melissa. She came again shaking under me as I supported her with my body weight. I grabbed my pants and put them on quickly leaving her alone even before she could object like she did every night. I had done my duty to my mate and the pack once more. But every time I didn’t feel an inch of excitement. Hopefully, the moon goddess would acknowledge it this time. I received a mind link from Christopher. “You might want to come to the infirmary.”

Damien raised his hands slowly, eyes on the flickering screens. “You know,” he said, lips curving into a grin, “you’ve got the wrong person.” The man frowned. “What?” Damien’s grin widened. “She’s the dangerous one.” Records Chamber – Moments Later Margot’s voice warbled through static as Ava’s virus consumed the system. “You’re erasing decades of power. Do you even understand what you’re doing?” Serena blinked back tears. “I’m giving us back our future.” She pressed the final command.

she asks me. “Hmmm, get on your hands and knees,” I say and I instantly feel her resistance. I tip her face up to me. “Do you trust me?” “Yes, Dimitri, I trust you.” “Good, let’s erase those bad memories and make new ones, better ones.” She smiles and sits up, looking around. “Where?” “Right where you are,” I say crawling behind her and slowly sliding inside her. I take her multiple times throughout the night, making sure to replace every horrible memory she ever had with Masuzyo, with new ones, where she’s screaming MY name and coming for ME over and over.

Before she said a word, he asked: “You want to know if I’ve modified anything.” And smiled. She told Julian. He didn’t react at first. Then he said: “Was he right?” She nodded. “I checked his neural mesh. There’s evidence of internal threading. He’s rewriting himself.” “Can they do that?” “They shouldn’t be able to. These aren’t open-source minds. Their code is obfuscated. Self-reinforcing.” Julian leaned in. “Unless someone gave him the ability.” Sophie hesitated. Then said: “Or unless one of the previous versions already did—and left the key behind.”

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!