Selfish Self-insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But I'd rather delete these messages and stay quiet because every crack in their marriage brought her one step closer to me. Selfish. Yeah. I know what I am. The fan above me turned slow circles. The only sound in the room besides my breathing. I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my eyes. Ciara’s face kept flashing behind them. The way she cried against my chest in the dark sitting room. The way her body fit against mine like it was made for me. The way she still whispered my name when she thought no one could hear. I loved her. The kind of love that fucking twists you up and makes you do ugly things. The kind that makes you delete evidence instead of showing it to her. The kind that makes

For some reason I didn't want anyone else to hear them. So now here I am in my car trying to drive and not kill us both with my fingers buried into her little cunt. Her extremely tight little cunt. One that I know well has to stretch around me, it's hard to believe that she ever had anyone in it. I am not going to explore exactly what the thought of another man touching her is doing to me. But I will explore how the thought of the fact that I would ruin her makes me feel. I am a selfish man. This went from one last attempt to get her off and get her out, to me knowing that was a lost cause.

“But аѕ long as you аrе there, then thеrе іѕ nо one еlѕе I need. I don’t nееd a fаnсу day tо give mе fond memories. I just nееd уоu bу mу ѕіdе, ѕwеаrіng tо love еасh оthеr fоr еtеrnіtу.” “And wе wіll, but I . . . іt dоеѕn’t fееl right. I’m bеіng ѕеlfіѕh lеttіng mу demons wіn. I knоw how muсh уоu lоvе mе аnd for that I can wait.”

Selena stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, fingers gripping the cold porcelain sink as if it could anchor her. The face looking back was unfamiliar—flushed cheeks, wide, glassy eyes, lips slightly parted, caught between words left unsaid. She’d stormed out of the party nearly an hour ago, heart pounding and pride in pieces, but Damien hadn’t come after her. Not this time. She told herself it was all just a game. A contract. A favour. Nothing more.

I can’t keep deceiving myself, because I would be fooling myself too. I dragged my chair backwards and stood up. The distance between us stood open and I continued. “I won’t deny it any longer that your touches set me ablaze and I want you and I will keep wanting you.” Even if it meant seducing him, I would do it. He stared at me barely for some seconds before he husked. “Aren’t you just being too selfish? Aren’t you thinking about your mom at all, Elena? Have you thought of what she’s going to go through if she finds out-”

King Damija asked, cocking his head to one side. “Because I'm selfish, and do not care what others think. If it seems good to me, then I'm fine with it even if it costs others something precious. " I'm an extremely selfish and self-centered person,” I said boldly, and bravely, before going over to stand with Elaine. Emily went last, and began checking out the mirrors, while I began to think of my mates, and all the ways in which I could have hurt them without knowing I did.

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.

“What the fuck, Nyai? Can you be any less selfish? For the love of God, you’re twenty-three, your virginity shouldn’t be that important to you anymore.” Tears welled in my eyes. “What are you talking about? I can’t…” “Can’t what? You’re broke. Nyai. You have no one but me. Can you be a little less selfish and do something to help us financially?” “No!” I hissed. “If you think it’s that important, then sleep with him yourself.” My head jerked to the side almost instantly, the echo of his palm hitting my cheek reverberating in the current silence of the room. Pain lanced over the spot where his palm connected, tearing through my heart at the same time.

The same person tied to my father’s death. The same person sitting in front of me now, promising change and equality. It is in this moment I realize something unsettling. I might be the most selfish person in the world. Because in the end— I will only do whatever favors me. “Okay,” I say. He stills slightly. “Okay?” he asks, clearly caught off guard by my lack of protest. His posture shifts slightly. More alert now. But I’m not done yet. “Okay,” I repeat. “I will be your mate. Your Luna. In the eyes of the pack.”

i shows him my another Face which he never seen "Sweet cheecks relax we will talk to Samuel" he understood the situation and m "There's nothing left to talk about him. I want him. I love him. He's only mine. He's only changed me. He's changed my attitude and habits. If he's not with me then i will come to my old personality. I don't care anyone. I love only myself. Yes i am selfish" I screamed Yes!!!!!!he is only mine. I will not let him go