Star Wars Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ethan was laughing with me and hovered above me, his hair falling on my forehead as he wiped the tears from my eyes. "J-Jedi? Where did you find this?" I snickered, cupping his throbbing dick in my hand, and it twitched under my touch. Ethan took a sharp breath, his cheeks flushing. "Well, I know you love Star Wars and I was scrolling through Tumblr and found this." He chuckled when he remembered something. "I bought them and thought it would be a great idea to, um, try it?" His face, neck, and ears were red as he smiled sheepishly, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and cupped his jaw, kissing him.

He’d seen me completely. Then he sighed, his hand still lingering near my ankle. “I’m glad you finally forgave me, Sienna.” My heart cracked. A realization dawned that I already slipped into a fantasy that wasn't meant for me. I forced a shaky exhale, too scared to open my mouth, terrified my own voice would betray me. I really had become her. Her perfect replacement. Her perfect double. My fingers dug into the couch, nails biting into the fabric, the only way to keep myself grounded.

He wanted me to hug and kiss him. I covered my face with my hands and wept. "Don't be... afraid of me... Lisa..." He said in his signature hoarse voice. His ears flicked and he shifted into Alpha Lucas again. The wound on his forearm was still pretty bad. Beta Lucian and the that scarface Gamma Kylo showed up at the entrance of the tent. I wrapped myself in the sheet in a panic and curled up into a ball behind Alpha Lucas. "Alpha, what happened?" Kylo frowned and asked.

Sophia’s POV The drone’s red lights pinned us to the lake’s muddy shore, its hum a menacing pulse as my brother—Ethan, long thought dead—stood before me, his gun raised, his eyes cold with a truth that shattered my heart. His words, “You shouldn’t have trusted the stars,” cut deeper than the rain stinging my skin, a betrayal that echoed the Syndicate’s relentless pursuit. The journal and three drives in my hands held my father’s cipher—my memories of Orion’s stars, the key that had exposed the Syndicate’s empire, now crumbling under the virus’s broadcast. Liam clung to me, his blood soaking my hospital gown, his breath shallow but his love a fire that burned through my fear. His kisses in hi

he said. I surrender. I have no match, and if I say one more word, I might end up into a person with disability. After fixing everything, I freshened up the mood and go back to focusing on how we should handle the life that’s not ours. “We have to immerse ourselves with our new character now. Embrace it like it’s our own. I’ll put you into situations and you have to respond to it as Kylo, not Wagner. Okay?” I said. “Bring it on.”

“No. Nope. Not doing this. Not masturbating to the thought of four emotionally unavailable disasters who treat me like a limited-edition chew toy. I have self-respect.” Blue snorted so hard the pillows caught fire. I sat up, glaring at her. “You’re literally no help.” She yawned, showing off rows of brand-new fangs that could probably bite through steel, then rolled over and started snoring. Traitor. I fell back again, arm over my eyes. Tomorrow I was going to prove I didn’t need them, tomorrow I was going to walk into that forest and come out with something’s head on a pike. Tonight?

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

*Lana POV* It feels like my mind is moving about a million miles a minute. With Maddox here, and dad home safe, it’s time to focus on the things that need fixing. The problem is the list seems to be never ending. With three alphas in my dungeon, Jariah and his strange situation with his sister, and then there is the committee and Allen. Holy shit, it’s like being buried alive. Maybe it’s all a strange initiation from fate. Or maybe it’s just life and what it means to be an alpha. If that’s the case, it’s much more frustrating than I ever thought it would be.

Stephen raised an eyebrow, as if reading her mind. "...You’re full of yourself," Stellar twitched at the corner of her mouth. "Mr. Ward, narcissism is a disease. You should really get that checked." After spending so much time with him, she’d finally built up a bit of resistance—his teasing didn’t get to her as easily anymore. Stephen didn’t let up. "If you really want to look, I don’t mind..." "I’m starving. Let’s eat." Stellar cut him off mid-sentence and walked straight to the table to start her dinner.

It was in the way he looked away when I stared too hard, the way he laughed awkwardly whenever I touched him intimately, be it rubbing his smooth chest of nibbing his soft ear. I noticed quickly that was his weak point as he always groaned weakly and blushed hard everytime I did it. He had so much self control it was cute. But I needed him to let go, to claim me, to make me his forever. "Are you alright?" Star asked from where she leaned against a washing machine. I glaced up at her, taking my eyes off the ironing board. "I should be asking you that Star." She sucked in her jaw after reading my words and kept her eyes staring into a distance.