Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I focused on the way he smelled—ozone and cedar—distinct from the sterile scent of the chamber. I pushed back against his merge, not with anger, but with a firm, loving insistence on my own existence. I am Panni, I sent through the wire, sharp and clear. And you are Jinyan. I love you because you are not me. The golden syrup of the Soul-Lock thinned. The boundaries reappeared, not as walls, but as the banks of a river. We were still connected, still writing the new world into existence, but we were breathing on our own again.

“Forget about the pack house. Lena needs to go home and relieve her ache.” I masturbate in my bedroom, thinking about my future with Antony and sure enough, a dick springs from where my clit was and I need to jerk it off before it will go flaccid, but I admire my bulge in the leggings I slip into and finally feel right in my body. “It happened…fantasizing about you grew it, sweetie,” I say to Antony. “Amina said our Alphas sent a team to bring your family here as soon as they stabilize your mom for the journey…look!”

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.

Both of them are inside me? The triple penetration—machine in my pussy, Tristan and Aeron’s real dicks in my ass—makes me see stars. The fullness is overwhelming, every thrust pushing me forward onto Zephyr’s cock. I have no idea what’s going on, my body is going through so much intensity that I feel like I’m going to pass out. “That’s right, you can take it, little whore.” Tristan spits, and I try to shake my head, but that’s also impossible.

Moni threw her pen across Damon office, almost yanking her hair out as another wave of self-hatred reached her through her best friend bond with Damon. It had been the same for the last two days, a constant flow of anger, desperation, pain and self-loathing, over and over again, interspersed with short periods of numbness, a void of nothing where he clammed up and retreated into himself, trying to hide from it all.

REAH'S POV "When she is done, drag her to my room." He said to the Beta and walked away. I couldn't believe my ears. Was I to be his maid or his Luna? What exactly was going on here? I grudgingly put on the jacket while using the remaining buttons on my shirt to cover up my chest and I picked up the torn bra on the ground, putting it inside my bag before opening the door. I stepped down from the car and turned to look at the Beta, whose expression was as cold as Alpha Xavier's. "I'm done," I told him and he nodded.

“Scars set you apart from everyone else. They don’t ruin your identity; they give you a unique identity. I will make you fall in love with everything about yourself like I do. I will kiss your scars so many times that when you see them — the first thing that comes to your mind is not the scar, but our memories they hold. I will leave my permanent marks in your mind — in your memories. So that before you say you love me, you can proudly say you love yourself more.” There was some depth in his voice, some bewitchment in his words. Nothing and no one had ever made me as impatient as he did. I slid his pants to his ankles. His words were too much for me to handle, too cruel to my heart. Stroking

Jade’s eyes narrowed, while Emma’s began to sparkle. “Go on…” Jade urged. With a sigh, I continued, “I don’t know if it’s purely physical or not—I’d say it’s a manifestation of the mate bond that he created, but that wouldn’t be true, because we almost slept together once before he marked me. But… I don’t know. He pisses me off so much sometimes, and then other times, he has this ability to turn around and be the most selfless and kind person I’ve ever met.”

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!