Mass Effect Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I fingered myself faster. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. My mind kept playing the same imaginary scene on a loop; The dark room. The faceless surrogate. Albert's weight pressing her as he rammed her into the mattress. But the longer I touched myself, the less faceless she became. I gave that faceless woman my face. I imagined myself to be my step daddy’s surrogate. My hungry wandering legs splayed open, my finger teasing through the opening, repeatedly slobbering up and down, circular and now Deeping it inside.

The way she’d made a monster out of the system and then argued with it. Jax snorted out a sound that was half laugh, half… something else. “You okay?” his sister asked without looking up. “Yeah,” he said, eyes tracking the lines. “Just… found some weird fanfic.” He read all the way to the end of the first chapter without meaning to. When he reached the comment box, his thumb hovered. Whoever this **InkAndAshes** was, they got it. How terror wasn’t just jump scares. How it was humiliation. Powerlessness. The feeling that the story had been written without your input and you were just being dragged along for the ride.

Then his mouth comes to latch onto mine once more, coaxing another pleading moan from me before he starts to glide in and out of me. Slow at first but then his movements become hungry, desperate as I cling and whimper under him. The feel of him, the heat, the low grunts brushing against my ear as he moved in and out of me was intoxicating. I cling to Ashton, my nails biting into his shoulder as he thrusts into me deeper. My back arches, my breasts pressing to his bare chest as I flutter out a moan. "Oh A- "Winter," Axel moans in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell just as I freeze when I realize that who was inside me wasn't my best friend, Ashton but his twin brother Axel.

I yelped, residual stinging at my hips. Lazarus bent at the waist, his teeth piercing into the flesh of my ass. “Fucking hell.” He stood, tracing the swelling mark. “Fucking divine. You have no idea what this feels like, branding you so everyone knows you are mine.” “So, you are just going to mutilate my flesh for your own selfish desire?” I snapped impatiently. I can hear the unclasping of his belt and grating of the zipper. Sliding two fingers between my folds, relishing in the dampness seeping onto them. “Precisely.” He stated definitively, inserting them.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

I felt myself getting pale , I just lost my complete energy due to the bloody marking done , a minute before . I hated myself to mark that bloody bitch as mine . But I had no option beside that . I tried to contact with fire but I couldn’t even feel him inside myself making me more hollow . I went towards couch and laid down and instantly every thing in front of mine was blacked out . Hey guys ... I would really love to know your reviews on the book . Please do comment 😊😊

I sighed in relief. I heard the door to my room open. Two older women walked into the bathroom, looking at me in pity. I wouldn't say I liked that gaze, but I said nothing. "Mate…mate…mate," Ayla chanted repeatedly in my head, sending me images of Magnus's colossal body. I moaned, wanting nothing more than to mate with him. Ayla suddenly took control of my body, pushing me to the back of my mind but still conscious of what was happening.

Morrow smiled. “Then she becomes me.” BACK TO SOLENE She walked through the safehouse one last time, staring at the world Rafael had built walls, scars, weapons, men like Lucien, girls like Beta, monsters like Morrow. She pulled down a photograph from the wall. One of her and Lucien. Old. Grainy. The night before her first official mission. She dropped it on the table. Lit a match. And whispered: “This time, I write the ending.” Flames curled up the edge of the picture.

“Or I can break your beta link right now and let you fuck your way through the rut without me dragging you along.” Kiyan stared at me, mouth agape. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” “I hate my life.” He cursed under his breath but started stuffing scrolls into his bag. The rune pulsed once–hot, painful, agonizing. And in the back of my mind, Sius whispered: Mate. I shoved him down deep. We had a realm to invade. And if the answers there didn’t kill me, the rut just might.

I feel it physically, my jaw splitting with the force of it, somewhere far from here, I hear beeping from monitors. I'm fourteen, and he's twelve making promises our older selves might regret, but it doesn't matter he's mine, and I'm his till the moon falls from the sky. “It has to be now, Kie,” his breath frost between us, “ Before they come, make us forget.”grabbing his hands between mine, I blow air from my mouth into them. I just presented as an Alpha 3 months ago, when I saw him and knew he was mine since he hasn't presented.