The Gamer Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I pray for forgiveness as I go to tip the shot back. Aiden growls low in his chest and yanks the shot from my hand. Throughout the night Cera, Tianna and Aiden run interferrence when it comes to the alcohol. I'm talking to a clubwhore about a potienial job at 318 when Gunner walks up. He pulls me in a hug. "You look different. You have glow you didn't have before." "I'm part Fae asshat." "It's not that. Something is different." I shrug my shoulders. Gunner takes my hands lifting my arms and looks me over.

Gama mocked and used one of his hands to grab Emily's chin. “Tell me, was that enough? Isn't it pathetic that you are now faced with what you craved for centuries and couldn't have it? Wasn't it cruel to split to fight for someone who could be killed in an unfortunate situation when you could have me. I would have gone to any length to be with you and protect you, and I still would. What is so special about a destined one anyway? I feel you and Nimalaya are nothing but selfish. She could settle with chances, even having her memories removed to find someone when you have me. Just so you could satisfy the ego of having someone only meant for you?” The glow in Gama's eyes intensified.

How was all this possible? "Why would you want to do all that with someone like me? I write computer code for a living, well did. I worked in an office, I have a kitten now so I'm well on my way to being a cat-lady, and I'm broke. The only thing that I have that's special is my custom gaming mouse. Why would you want to do any of that? I know you're a dream, but I don't even know how I've dreamed up something so intense."

“I’m not taking it back, Lexi. I love you. I want you, Lexi.” “You are scaring me. Why are you reacting like that? I’m sure no one will want a female with a son. So it should be easy...” “I’m not an Alpha or a Beta. I’m just a Gamma.” I tried to say it clearly, despite my tears. “A Gamma has no right to enter the Claiming Arena.”

I was touching his biceps throughout our hot scene and it was the best… When I reached my climax, there was nothing but guilt on my system. It is so uncomfortable for me to say that I enjoyed this with Gunner when the truth is, I was fantasizing over another man while I was doing this to him. It is a big insult to him and I wanted to slap myself for doing this to him! “Thank you so much for the night, gorgeous,” Gunner mumbled under his hard breath. His camera is now off as well as mine. “Thank you too…” My timid voice said, it is not because I am shy but because I was so embarrassed with myself.

They painted me as a selfish, power-hungry girl who wanted to become a luna to restore my father’s lost glory. The old woman who saw me as a threat, In Lady Seraphina’s eyes, I was no longer just Kaida. I was the daughter of Ethan, the former Alpha who had fallen from grace. My father’s story was one of tragedy and sacrifice, but Lady Seraphina twisted it into a narrative of weakness and failure.

Lucifer was watching me with pure pain in his eyes, like he was the one breaking instead of me. I looked at both of them — my mates — and something inside me finally snapped. “I’m not your wife anymore,” I said, voice shaking but getting stronger. “I’m Marilyn Paltan now. And I belong to the Gammas.” Yapper’s face changed instantly. The gentle look disappeared. His horns seemed to grow longer as anger took over. “You dare reject me again?” he roared. The whole realm shook. The stone under our feet cracked louder. He grabbed my throat with one hand, not tight enough to choke me but enough to warn me.

Seeing that her number was identical to mine, I thought it was some kind of prank. But when she reeled off my most shameful secrets, and even knew the passwords to the family's money laundering accounts, I had no choice but to believe. She swore that if Lorenzo took my gun, the family would collapse that very night. So, when Lorenzo called asking for the gun, I refused him flat out. Enraged, Lorenzo stormed into the underground duel with his old Glock, the one with the worn-out firing pin. The gun jammed. He was beaten into a vegetative state.

I'd been following his stories, and yes I knew he was the writer. Not only because of the link which he'd quickly deleted, but not before I clicked it. But also because the username he'd used was something we'd made up together the day we both talked about opening anonymous Stan accounts for our favourite celebrities from the show Game Of Thrones. Just one link, and now I knew about his main character’s obsession with Damian, the hotel room thing which could definitely be a fictional addition, but was too well written to be otherwise. I don't know…maybe I just wanted it to be real.

Tell me how bad you want it. I forced a third finger in, the stretch sharper now, the burn turning into a deep ache. I spread them slowly, feeling myself open up. My cock dripped steadily, my balls heavy and tight. I typed with one hand, the other still buried inside me. DomCraver: Please, Sir. I need your cock in me. Fuck me hard, fill me up and own this ass. But all of a sudden, the dots that showed that he was online disappeared, then appeared, then disappeared again, no reply followed.