Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

If this was what he needed, I would be the one to give it to him. I reached between us and gripped his shaft. I stroked his smooth length. He growled, and with that growl, I pulled aside my pants and placed the tip against my sex. He shook, a frenzy working through him. He brought an arm to his mouth and drove his fangs into it. The lines on his face were deep with worry. It broke my heart. I did the one thing I knew could help. I placed his arm to my mouth and I drank. The bitterness of self-loathing choked me. I pulled more, wanting those emotions to leave.

"So we’ve already lost her?" "Not lost," Simon said, turning toward him. "But suppressed. Deeply. This wasn’t hypnosis or a single implanted trigger. They installed a structural rewrite, a complete psychological repatterning with built-in redundancies and reinforcements. It’s not one suggestion on a loop, it’s a whole system. Self-sustaining. Self-correcting. And it’s made to look like her, sound like her, even move like her. But the emotional reflexes, the instincts that should be hers, they’ve been overwritten."

The door slammed behind me. I stood there, breathing hard, heart thudding in my ears. Kieran met me halfway down the corridor. “What did she say?” “She wants to merge.” Tyra stepped out from the shadows. “Merge? Like—become one with you?” “No. Like consume me.” “She’s rewriting old code,” Malek called out from the next room. “She’s playing with signature overlays. If she gets inside your system again…” “She won’t,” I said. But my voice cracked.

Forbidden. She drove home through the dying rain, her injured foot aching but her mind on fire. In her small apartment, she kicked off her shoes, lay on the bed, and slid her hand into her soaked panties. She rubbed her swollen clit slowly, imagining those intense eyes watching her over the black mask. Her phone buzzed again. **Dr. Kane:** Are you touching yourself right now thinking about Daddy’s hands? Tola moaned out loud. She took a deep breath and typed honestly.

"Now, Elena... are you going to be my blade? Or do I have to remind you why your father surrendered his name to me?" Outside, the muffled sounds of secondary containment teams began to ring out, but inside the Faraday cage, we shared the same air. I looked at the needle, then up at the man who had stolen my past and was currently rewriting my future. I didn't blink. The silver threads were beginning to lace into my pupils, turning the world into a landscape of heat and intent. "I'm not your tool, Damian," I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into his warmth.

I shot my head back to beg him to leave me be today, but he was already gone. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to steady my heart and growing wetness. I can't lose control, not today. I heard girls giggling close by and I wanted to cry. I just wanted a dark corner to sit in and let all my tears out until I was someone else. Someone stronger, more confident, someone that loved themselves. "She actually thinks our Alpha likes her. She is so stupid." "She's pathetic. Blake likes to play with her and she falls for it every time."

Suddenly a picture of Petris came in to my mind as my lips curled up into a smile that is when i slapped myself hard across the face. What the Fuck am i doing? She isn't my mate. But why do i feel a pull towards. her as if i know her. But if we were mates than wouldn't i have known? A part of me wishes.....well actually every part of me wishes for her to be my mate but she isn't and i need to get that shit inside my head. Shrugging of all the thoughts i closed my eyes and went to sleep. End Of POV .................. *The next night*

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

No matter how I feel, I’m able to write and feel better about my life, as if I’m disappearing into someone else’s life. But I’m not. In that moment, I realise that I’m reading about my life. For the past few weeks, in the blur of writing I’ve been failing to remember, I’ve actually been writing this entire time about myself. This is why I felt compelled to look at this. I’m the main character, and the love interest, has every resemblance to Thought. A coldness settles across my skin, as I realise what this means. The two characters are mates. Remember, always read between the lines.

While I, Luna of the Crescent Pack, lay alone on this cold hospital bed, ignored. After two days of observation and confirmation that everything was fine, I was discharged. Once outside the clinic, I hailed a car to the airport. On the way, I took out the magical scroll and pressed my fingerprint onto it. The weight of our mate bond lifted from my soul, dissipating completely, leaving me lighter than I had ever felt. Finally, I opened my phone and drafted my last message to Felix. Jean: [Alpha, I know I have always been the small, replaceable, easily forgotten shadow behind you. But now, it's different. Perhaps the world still revolves around you… but I no longer will.]