Selfish Self-insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You know what’s wrong with you? It’s because you like to blame yourself for everything happening around you. You enjoy being the savior and heroine too much and want to save everyone. Well, take this, hybrid, you are not invincible. You get killed! And if you’re dead, what happens to me then? Aren’t you a little selfish for me of saving humanity? I want my mate, not someone willing to risk her life for others.” “You didn’t just say that.” Flooded with adrenaline, I growled at him. My hands formed into fists on my sides, my nose flaring at my mate, who accused me of being selfish. My heart pumped so fast, and my skin started burning. I felt my body vibrate, and my fangs tickled my gums.

Finley's sounded legit—until you hit the copy-paste vibes. Timothy's? Three thousand words. A thousand of them pure filler. Only Henry's made me sit there awhile. [I always thought I was a good person. Then I met Blair. She made me see who I really am—selfish, fake, cruel. I don't know how to fix it. I don't even know how to face her. But I know I have to change. Not for her. For myself.] I set the paper down and rubbed my eyes. This Henry really is...

Everything. Whenever I’m with Ahbaya. I forget about everything and she’s the only thing that I could see. Like I have a tunneled vision and she’s all I see at the end of my destination. Or I wish she could be. Every time she’s with me, I’m on cloud nine. A different kind of high, and it’s hard to come down back to the ground. Because of her the selfish part of me emerged. A part of me I didn’t realize was there. Sometimes… I’m even scared of myself. Like I was losing my own self image and was being replaced by the image of someone that she would like.

I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet—the story’s not done. The scene turns raw: "He thrusts into me, his cock slamming deep, stretching my pussy until I’m gasping. The desk shakes, papers sliding to the floor, a pen clattering. He fucks me hard, his dick pounding my walls, each stroke hitting that spot that makes my legs tremble. The door rattles—footsteps in the hall, voices close—but he doesn’t stop, his hand cracking my ass again, the pain mixing with pleasure." My heart races, my clit pulsing as I type, the risk of discovery fueling every word. My fingers shake, my breath short, the apartment’s heat wrapping around me like a second skin.

It will turn to become 'the day they will never forget' if being asked to write an essay or tell a story. "Fuck!" I muttered while closing my eyes as I continued to stroke myself. I'm doing this to soothe myself for the moment and as well as give myself a moment of pleasure to calm myself down a little. I pushed my head back and relaxed more while playing with my cock tips, "Ace should just get to work..." Eliam POV

hahaha. Me: you! (Fuming) 😠 that's why I don't like you. Armaan: sweetheart, the feeling is mutual. 😜 *Exchanging glares* 😡😡 Me: go to hell. No one's getting another chapter. (Huffs) I need to start working on my other story too for MY fans. 😑 Armaan: such a selfish girl. Tsk tsk. My poor Ayesha. She had to stick with someone soo selfish. 😒

she began slowly, deliberately, letting each word land,” I think you don't know how selfish you are. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper. “ s.. selfish?” She let out a soft, cruel laugh, shaking her head. “Yes. You think about yourself constantly. Your desires, your lust, your… little thrill of being wanted. You don’t stop to think about the people around you, about the consequences. You flit between your Alpha, his daughter, this… Ky girl. And yet, you think you’re untouchable. That no one ever suffers because of you. That everyone is just obsessed with you.”

I can’t help being a sharp shard of hurt piercing right though my heart. “You’re such a selfish egotistic idiot. No one told you to sacrifice anything! You don’t get to decide what I want for myself. You’re my happy ending, okay, so nothing else matters… I’m going to stay and fight for that, so shut up and let me help you get out of here.”

Yup, inner self-destruct mode for sure! “You wanted me back here … I’m back! Now you get to go sail off into the sunset, patting yourself on the back for the sterling job of delivering me home. Go! Go back to New York and Natasha. I don’t need you here, I don’t need you anymore, and I never will. I’m fine by myself, I can handle my own shit from now on without you running interference.” My voice raised, heart beating fast as anger floors me internally, my head seems set on poking the bear with a big stick. I have obviously internally decided that if I can’t have his support then I want his reaction, and even though mature Sophie is screaming at me how stupid this is, childish Sophie is eggin

I miss Damian but that shouldn’t stop me from moving on, he messed the whole relationship up and I shouldn’t have to be the one to suffer for it. Walking out, I fell on my bed naked and it’s been a while but the urge to touch myself came gushing. I placed my hand on my pussy and it was moist. Inserting a finger into it, I let out a moan of pleasure as I repeated the insertion. Rubbing my pussy in a circular motion, another slight moan slipped out of my mouth and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Just when I was about to keep finger fucking myself, my door knob turned and Alesha’s voice followed. “Hazel.”