Star Wars Self Insert Fanfic Novels & Stories

Maybe if I could just have a moment to calm myself down, I might be able to give him the opportunity to explain. Just when I’m about to talk myself down from doing anything stupid, Korra pushes the images to the forefront of my mind. Star with her eyes rolled into the back of her head while my mate, the man who is supposed to love and cherish me, fucks her brains out. Seeing what’s mine thrust into someone else, his hands on hips that aren’t mine, and the unapologetic look in his eyes as our gaze locked. And just like that, I’m back to wondering why I’m even trying to stop myself from doing what I want. Am I really petty enough to do something as low as sleep with another man?

It's just a fairy tale. “Why are you fighting this Sera?” Star was agitated, I ignored her. Refusing to let the memories of Stan come back but Star had caught that thought of course. “You shouldn’t try and hide things from me, we are one of the same.” I sighed inwardly, allowing her to reach those memories. Of the time I was certain he was the one, my soul mate. Of the pain, the embarrassment of my body being used. “A man has needs Sera”

It was hard to believe that was the same man who had once promised to love me forever. As I struggled to my feet, my right ankle throbbed with real pain. However, Caleb's deepening frown told me he thought I was faking it. I let out a bitter laugh. I said, "You know why I'm here. Should I read your chat history with her out loud for everyone to hear? "And Sheena, are you so desperate for a man that you must go after my husband? You're even calling him Daddy—how disgusting can you get?"

"Aw, Tiger. You really can't keep yourself off me, huh?" The heat in my face rose higher in temperature, and I wrenched myself off of his chest. He chuckled, his perfect white teeth on full display, and the amusement evident as it gleamed in his eyes, and leaned back in his seat and stretched languidly, letting his legs stretch out. "My, my, Star Wars," he said, grinning. "You look like you've just got back from the Sahara dessert." I shot him a flustered glare, and he put his hands up in mock defense, but his grin was still ghosting his lips. "Hey, I'm just the messenger."

I press the tip of the pen to the first page. I write: I wish I had a cock. A real one. Thick. Hard. Mine. And I wish I had a more dominating aura, so strong that no one could ever make me feel small again. And I wish I could put Kira Rhee in her place. Make her fall for me. Make her beg for me. Make her want me to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name. I stare at the words. Then I laughed, i have lost my damn mind.

“I don’t want you to see me as your Alpha—I never wanted that. I wanted a friend, but unknowingly I’d placed you in a position that that was all you could ever see me as.” “You know that’s not true. I care for you,” “Only because that is part of your job description. You were never allowed a choice,” “You know, I’ve never felt the need to punch you in the face as badly as I do now,” he said in exasperation, “I care because I see you as family. And when Darth made me see all he was doing to you—using my face, I wanted to end my own life, but if I did that… then I won’t be of help to anyone.”

he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, fighting back tears. "But a part of me will live on in every star, every planet, every living being. It's the ultimate expression of what it means to be a Star Walker." For a moment, the battle around us seemed to fade away as we three stood in a bubble of stillness. I could see the struggle on their faces - the desire to protect me warring with their respect for my choice, their love for me clashing with the needs of the many.

Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world. But my brother? He cared about nothing but work. No romance, no distractions. It didn’t matter what tricks Nancy used—he rejected her every single time. So in the original ending, she never completed the mission. She was forced to stay in this world and live out her “happy” life here. “Sigh…” That was the twentieth time I had sighed today. Nancy never slept, day or night. Something about her body being engineered differently. But I was her roommate, which meant I was the one suffering for it.

Stella POV: Here I am, talking and laughing with my sisters even though Iam the adopted one. Everything seems better now. I forgot my past but Iam trying to have a good life here with a whole big family. I finished dinner and went inside my room in a peaceful mind. My mind is empty without memories but Iam feeling stress-free. That’s the only benefit I have. I locked my room and my mind went on to that weird boy who is telling me I love him and he instantly shape-shifted to some mechanical thing. He’s a weirdo.