Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Max's POV ‘What are you fucking doing? This is everything we’ve ever wanted, and you’re fucking it up!’ Medus yells at me again, and my head pounds from his constant onslaught. I need a drink. My insides feel like they’re writhing, and I can’t do this. The constant pull towards Zahra, my mate, is getting more uncomfortable the longer I’m away from her, and we haven’t even marked each other yet. But how can I? All I’ve ever wanted was a mate. Someone to love me for me. Someone who was mine. Someone who would be my family.

*Cough* "Help. Someone help." She yelled to everyone in the room. I heard foot steps and someone using their magic on me. We didn't let anyone in so they were really using their magic on me. And Sasha really wanted to make me love her. Zavier just planted the seed in her head. After a few minutes I opened up my eyes and Mazaya grabbed me and hugged me. "Fucked." I gritted out. "Omg I'm so sorry." She said. She grabbed my face and started to look at it like that's where the injury was.

That night, back home, he crossed out Fantasy #4 with a slow, satisfied stroke. Then looked at me. “Its your turn next” And I smiled happily. He read the Fantasy #5 I had written. I want angry sex. Because I’m jealous as fuck. Pin me down. Fuck the insecurity out of me.Make it hurt so good I can’t think about anyone.

That when he bumps in Kazimir and his little brother, from there I could feel Maiden making progress and that when they discover abandoned land and created their own pack for people like them, they consider themselves loners. If Maiden can overcome that I know he could do the same with the mate bond. I need to figure out what to do, I could feel Maiden moving around I need to get back. I made it to the room in a second I looked over to see that he was moving around. I re-enter his body and push him back to the surface I laid deep into the mind. I feel tired, I keep forgetting how draining it can go in and out of the human body. That a story for another day I close my eyes and let sleep take

"You called." But she hadn't. Not this time. Had she? Tears slipped down her cheeks as she sat up. What was happening to her? She padded softly to her desk, sitting before the glowing screen again. Pages opened on their own. Chapters she hadn't written she hadn't written were forming by his hands not hers. And deep in her bones, she knew the truth: She was no longer writing him. He was writing himself. And she was simply the vessel. MAREK'S WORLD.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

“Marco. Look at me.” He certainly does. His eyes remain his brown fearful twenty-four years old burdened by a city that never figured out how to release). “You aren’t a door " I tell him. "You are my brother.. I refuse to let the city use you to reach her.” A faint fragmented smile crosses his face. “It happened already Elena. The moment I inserted the patch, in the cathedral. I simply… wasn’t aware that the cost was myself.” Alexander’s hand lands on my shoulder, grounding.

"That 'power' you developed out of thin air? That wasn't a gift. That was a localized system crash. You were leaking 'main character' energy so fast it manifested as a physical explosion. It wasn't supposed to be part of the magic system, but you forced it into existence by sheer refusal to play by the rules. You turned my gritty romance into a broken superhero movie." I stared at the images, watching myself move through scenes I barely remembered. Watching the world glitch and stutter around me like a broken video game. "Then send me back," I pleaded, my anger fading into a desperate, hollow ache. "If I'm a corruption, delete me. Send me home. I'll never talk about your books again. I'll de

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

Time skip: Next night Our parents had gone to bed early. I was supposed to be studying, but my phone kept lighting up with messages from SecretHeat. IronPulse had messaged first. IronPulse: *You left the door unlocked?. Heatlena: yes Iron pulse: Did you touch yourself thinking about him?* I bit my lip and typed back with shaky thumbs. HeatLena: *Yes. I came hard imagining him walking in and pinning me on the bed and taking me hard*