Reader Insert Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Like, this morning. Before first period. Apparently it was mutual, no big drama, but still—Leon. He’s single.” I felt my stomach do something complicated—a swoop, then a drop, then a weird twisting knot that I couldn’t name. This was it. This was the opening I’d been waiting for. Months of pining, months of writing fanfiction I’d never show anyone, months of those stupid “lessons” with Aaron— Aaron. “Leon?” Rose squeezed my arm. “You went somewhere.” “Sorry. I—that’s great. That’s really great.” “You don’t sound like it’s great. You sound like someone told you your dog died.”

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

Unbuttoning her blouse, I unclasp her bra and bring her nipples to my mouth, pulling and sucking hard. “Ash,” she moans out my name in a breathless whisper and wiggles her hips as she pulls her skirt down. My mind goes back to Liam’s face, smiling and happy - before I could even think, I buried myself deep in Fallon. “Ash, wait-” she starts again, but I shut her up with a kiss and flip her onto her stomach. I wrap one hand around her throat and the other around her waist before pounding into her. Why was I feeling so fucking angry? Who Liam’s friends are and who he hangs out with shouldn’t matter to me. It’s not like I’m supposed to be his only friend, right? He was only helping me out with

She liked being held by her daddy because he was tall, so she could see far when she rode on his shoulders. ... Blair carried Lemon upstairs. In the study, Kade stood up when he saw Blair walk in. “Master Blair, this must be Ms. Lemon. She’s very cute. She looks just like Mrs. Fowler.” Blair smiled and nodded. “Her name is Leena Muller, but we call her Lemon.” Kade was surprised. “Leena Muller? Leena Muller-Fowler?” “No, Lemon took my wife’s last name.” Kade was confused. “Isn’t the madam’s last name Jefferson?”

Scarlett's POV Suddenly, the rustling of paper caught my attention. I turned around just in time to see Liam holding the draft I had left on my desk. My stomach instantly twisted into knots. "Put that down," I said quickly, stepping forward. But Liam didn’t listen. Instead, his dark eyes skimmed over the words, and to my horror, he started reading aloud. "Fiona is the female protagonist. She has been in love with the male lead for the past four years..."

Les: “And I just imagined you as a soft, plumpy, juicy rabbit. This has inspired a new nickname for you, Bunny. #tasty #youredoomedforsure” Me: “I hate you.” Les: “I hate you, too.” He said with a kiss-love emoji. Sighing, I went downstairs carrying my bouquet of flowers. Getting to the kitchen I found the maid and told her to help me put the stems in a vase. Afterward, I settled to have breakfast and got another text from Les. Les: “You can use my office computer for your job search or anything else. I also left my credit card in one of the drawers. Buy yourself a new laptop and gadgets and also buy yourself a new wardrobe. Pin is 1535. #nolimit”

It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."

Lucien replied, his palms fisting in his pockets. Liam nodded. "Something like, her love for Caramel macchiato and a light drizzle of something sweet, example honey?" Lucien smirked. "She doesn't like sweets" "Of course, that's because you don't like it" Liam said, his voice now tightening. Lucien looked at him. "Now you're even lying to feed your fantasies" Lucien couldn't help but mock. "I hope that's what I'm doing. But, it's not" Liam said. The elevator doors slid open. "Stop hanging around her Lucien. Stop reminding her of the mistake she once made in her life. That's torture". He walked out of the elevator.

Ayumi was never just a reader. Sure, that’s how it started—late nights spent devouring smuts like secrets meant only for her. She had a taste for twisted dynamics, beautiful filth, and writing that left bruises. That’s how she found Laxon. He wasn’t just a writer, he was a spellcaster. His stories felt like hands, undressing and claiming her between the lines. She commented. He replied. One thing led to another: private Docs, voice calls, shared moans. She became his muse.

Cramle’s son was about as bright as a moonless night—wasting Myla on him was out of the question. Lucan said, “We’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?” His frustration was evident as he dug his nails into the wooden table. Meanwhile, Levi, with a nonchalant tone, casually remarked, “Honestly, I don’t see anything special about that child.” His words ignited a storm in the room, and the others quickly followed suit, expressing their outrage. Feeling the burden of his position, Alphonse pinched the space between his eyebrows and heaved a weary sigh.