The Gamer Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

====== Sandra: Slowly I walked into the room that the male the goddess fated to me led me into, I know they called him, Grayson, and he just introduced himself to me, as the gamma of Forest Moon Pack. Not like the gamma is not handsome it's just that, I was nursing feelings for the warrior that I saw a few months ago at my pack that came in search of Jena's cousin, and seeing him here again gave me goosebumps and I love the way he called out my name.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

My middle clenched painfully as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer like my life depended on it. God, what was this feeling? It was exhilarating. Was this even real? I barely had enough to think when his thick finger pushed into my opening and I shrieked a moan. “Ariana!” I heard my name, but I was too engrossed getting used to this wicked beautiful man's finger that I ignored it. “Ariana, you're squirting on my fucking bed!” This time I heard the sharp scream of a female, and my eyes flew open, sweat clamming my forehead as I looked up to find Mr. Ferrari gone.

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

God, just how much I hate whatever this is. Greek, I need the money more than I need sex and bonding. Can you manage? Do whatever you decide. Just gonna miss my mate. Greek sighed. I hissed at him. Boy, I'm tough. Don't you dare play soft for a mate. I warned. I selected a photograph that stood out and posted it online behind a fake male page. I knew my target audience—the girls all crazy about the handsome biker and hockey king. Bla, bla, blah… shit.

It was the exact look I'd never been able to resist in the past—the reason I'd given in over and over again. But after their repeated betrayal, that same expression now made my skin crawl. I shook Nova off without the slightest hesitation. She staggered and fell right into Luke's arms. I couldn't be bothered to spare them another glance. I turned and walked straight into my private game room, put on my full-body haptic suit, and ordered, "Adrian, open the horror game to the public. Now." This equipment had been custom-made for me by the company. It was completely different from the simple headset setup Nova had given me in the game room at home.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. 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.

It was her that he wanted. I let myself cry that night when I got home, feeling stupid forever thinking that maybe he did want me after all. But since that night, I hadn’t allowed myself to cry over it again. I was stronger than that; I was training to be a fucking Gamma warrior, and I had offers left and right to join Elite forces. I am a warrior, and no man will ever define me. Still, that doesn’t stop me from being distracted and lost in my own mind. “Clearly,” Lukas said, his eyes narrowed. “Do you want to talk about it?”

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

My name was Germaine Shaw. I'd just graduated from college, and my plain résumé made my job-seeking journey challenging. I'd lost the only job I'd managed to get after the internship ended because I'd turned down my superior's attempts to harass me sexually. The difficulties faced in my job search got me down. I stayed at home all day, demotivated and depressed. One day, while doom-scrolling, a new game caught my eye. "This is a romance game where you have all the freedom you need. Meet your destined half in the virtual world—set yourself free and release your pent-up desires!"