Selfish Self Insert Novels & Stories

NICHOLAS POV Sometimes in life it feels so fuckin' good to be selfish, having everything to yourself, not caring about anyone, not feeling pain of someone, just taking care of only yourself. I intended to be selfish to that little flower named Lily, but then, won't it be more fun if the other party enjoys my selfishness, I mean, I'm using her but she'll like it.

" as he said , I don't understand anything , I was like what are you talking about. "It was really hard for you ,right? it's okay to be selfish . it's okay to prior yourself first . it's okay to take their love for granted . it's okay to be yourself and live your own life " he saying a firm answer as it was the right thing to say. that's right, it's okay to be myself , because it my life from the moment I entered this body.

"So, you are calling your uncle a liar?" "I didn't say so." "But your statement contradicts his own statement." "Does it?" "Yes it does, Perer. Everything you have been saying since you stepped inside this room has been contradicting itself. Do you want to get help?" "I don't know," I said slowly. "I don't know if I can trust anyone again. I have discovered it is human nature for all of us to be selfish. We feed on selfishness as if it is our daily food. We are all addicted to selfishness. You are addicted to selfishness and can't stop acting as if you know everything about me when you don't. I am addicted to selfishness because I keep on believing I am abnormal when I am normal."

From now on, I’m going to be selfish. From now on, I choose me. From now on, I AM DONE!

Guttural moans and huffs filling the car. Easing my mouth off of him I stroke him faster. Inching him to the edge. All of his leg muscles tightening at the urge of need and just when I feel him starting to press forward I clasp both my hands around the tip of his dick firmly. Keeping him in place so he can’t release. Forcing him to suffer in missed pleasure like he did to me. Then just as he eases back down I start on him again twirling my tongue in a way that his hips approve of. Just when he’s about to let off I stop and hold him off the edge again. Wallowing in self indulgence I chuckle at him like he’s never going to get off. At least not that quick. “What the fuck baby!”

As if touching myself to the thought of Gray on camera for profit wasn't messing with my head enough, of course I also had to start touching myself to the thought of her off camera for pleasure. Knowing full-well that doing so went against my own self-interests, a few nights after the 'reveal hullabaloo,' I re-yielded to the burning temptation. While I was struggling to rub one out, so I could fall asleep faster, I once again jilled myself with my roommate in the forefront of my mind. Unlike when I was filming p**n though, this act had no practicality, no 'greater-good purpose.' This was cloak-and-dagger self-love, strictly for my personal enjoyment.

“Something we keep prodding to see how badly it hurts. Maybe we should start treating it like… a new limb. Awkward at first, but ours.” She snorted softly. “Trust you to reach for something mildly gruesome.” I felt Mirra’s distant amusement at the edge of the bond and almost smiled. “The point stands,” I said. “If this joined self is real, then ignoring it won’t make it go away. And resenting it won’t make us stronger. So maybe we start by learning what its instincts are. Where they help. Where they don’t.” “And where they conflict with our own,” Selene added. “Because there will be times when ‘we’ wants one thing and ‘I’ wants another.”

This was one of the topics everyone found fascinating and unnerving in equal measure. Professor Elliot tapped a diagram on the board, which displayed two overlapping silhouettes: one human, one wolf. “For werewolves, vampires, and werecats, the ‘other self’ is not merely a metaphor. It’s a living, breathing part of who we are. A fragment of our instincts, emotions, and subconscious.”

He clenched his fists at his sides, his shoulders tensing. "Selfish," he breathed, the word laced with bitter contempt. "That's what you are, Ophelia. Utterly, completely selfish. You'll take the help, use the resources, but God forbid you show an ounce of gratitude, or admit someone else might be competent. You'd rather take all the credit, even if it means dismissing actual progress." He shook his head slowly, a grim expression settling on his face. "Fine. If that's how you want to play it. I'm done."

I said softly. “I do not want you smaller.” He looked up. “I want all of you. The full size of you. And if the full size of you includes—” He stopped. Breathed through whatever it cost him to say the next part. “If it includes him, then I would rather have all of you with that complication than a version of you that is missing something.” He held my gaze. “That is not generosity. I want to be clear about that. It is entirely selfish. I want you whole.” Something moved through my chest that had no name.