The Gamer Self Insert Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

I sat on the table, opening my legs wide in order to reveal my juicy pussy. “I don't think this game is quite necessary,” he told me, struggling with the way he stared right at me. “Why?” I asked him silently while biting my lower lip, squeezing my breasts to attract him. He was definitely falling for me again just the usual. “I just don't think it's quite necessary for us to go through the game.” “You want to touch yourself so bad, I know it.”

Because once the game is over, once the pieces are all on the board, he is going to find out that the king he thought he was playing with is actually the queen, and she has been waiting for the perfect moment to take him down. I lie back on the pillows, looking at the ceiling, my mind already working, already calculating, already planning. I am not the man I was. I am not the man he created. I am something else entirely. I am a ghost in his machine, a glitch in his perfect plan, a shadow in his perfect world.

"Yes My Lady" This game wasn't going to last long thought Graham, however the thought of being exposed concentrated his mind on the task in hand (so to speak). He gripped his shaft and started slowly wanking it. "Six My Lady" The thrill in him was increasing worryingly quickly as he saw Lady touching herself through her clothing, no fair he thought she was a stunning looking woman and so his type, Short and chesty, yum he thought, if only the roles were reversed.

"Don't say that you can't be. You are choosing to defy the bond. You are choosing to torture yourself." The frustration in his voice brings the tears back to my eyes. They sit and gather and threaten to fall, but I fight to keep my face still. After nights of terrible sleep, I don't have the energy to give a snarky remark or play the game, as I call it. My mind is torn into so many pieces, so many plans that I can't remember which version of myself I am supposed to be. Game master. Perfect Luna. Prisoner ready to escape. Girl desperate for love, or girl terrified of love.

I shot my head back to beg him to leave me be today, but he was already gone. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to steady my heart and growing wetness. I can't lose control, not today. I heard girls giggling close by and I wanted to cry. I just wanted a dark corner to sit in and let all my tears out until I was someone else. Someone stronger, more confident, someone that loved themselves. "She actually thinks our Alpha likes her. She is so stupid." "She's pathetic. Blake likes to play with her and she falls for it every time."

Coming down from the bed, he arranged her head in the pillows and covered her with the duvet, he didn't know what had taken over him to almost have sex with her, he ran his hand through his hair. After he dressed up, he took a pillow from the bed, throwing it onto the sofa; he couldn't sleep on the bed with her, he might lose control of himself again. ****** Heyy, it's your author Geni. Please note that everything written here is nothing but fiction. Please vote as you read, comment your thoughts, and don't forget to leave a review, I am very open to constructive criticism. I'm on all socials as @genika3na. Love you guys sooo much ❣️

--- I fixed my knitted long-sleeve turtleneck for the hundredth time while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I have been doing this for more than ten minutes now, and yet I still haven't stopped. And it's not because I was not comfortable with my outfit or that I don't like it. It was more because I couldn't stay still with the butt plug inside my hole. Yes, I had a butt plug in my asshole. Who put it? Of course, it's none other than the man that had just fucked me—Gunner.

The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Christina. I’m not a transgender man, but I thought it would be fun to put a transgender hitman inside the game and model him after myself.” The gunman’s throat went dry for a minute when he saw Amy was trying to leave the room. He went back to rambling, hoping that his talking woul

* “Author, please don't make them Jealous okay! Just... Let me handle this. My lovely lil players, I so totally think you’re the prettiest flower in the garden. Gabi is just a conquest my love, nothing more so please don’t hate me, she’s just a Game, a mere Game, just some stuck up bish who's such a damn perfectionist” *Theo!!!* *Gosh! It seems that I would have to resort to sealing those curtains as soon as they are down so these characters would stop popping out. Till next chapter. Peace!* "You know you can't do that" *Just try me...*

His other fingers played with my nub. His fingers pressed my clit as he inserted his full length into me. I cried out as my body vibrated. He gently thrust once again, kissing my shoulder and pulling me tightly in his arms. My fingers mashed his fingers on my clit as an electrifying wave hit me. Sweet and unexplainable, causing me to grind faster. This was my first time having a cock in me, but Gamma Liam was perfect at making me enjoy every feel of it. He knew how best to handle my body.