Reader Insert Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests. A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, probably waiting for me to recognize the last name. I smirked internally, happy that the name didn't ring any bells. Leah one, Cassandra zero. I eyed the hand, but took it anyway, wanting to scope out the enemy. "I'm Leah Garcia." "Oh, so you're the writer," she said, like it was a bad thing. She might've as well said, 'oh so you're the low-life'.

His brows immediately furrowed, but then it was replaced by a playful smirk. "There's no going back now, baby." I gulped. Oh my God. This is it. Leon held my right leg and placed it on his shoulder to have fuller access to my hole. He even looked at me before I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pearl. "Mmmmmf!" I tried my best not to make any noise. "I love you so much, Moonleigh..." he whispered, then without asking permission, he slowly inserted his manhood inside me.

he said, in his very serious voice, which made it funnier. “You are too slow, Grandpa!” Lily screamed, absolutely delighted, sliding in her socks around the corner and disappearing into the hallway. My father looked over at me with this expression that was trying to be dignified and failing completely, and I pressed my lips together so I would not laugh at him. “She is very fast,” “She gets it from Nicholas,” I pointed out. My mother was in the kitchen with our son, Leo, sitting on the counter beside her while she showed him how to stir something in a bowl, and Leo was doing what Leo always did, which was participating enthusiastically and making the surrounding area messier than it needed t

She scraped her chair closer. “Whether it is in fact that, or the work of someone's imagination, I'm not sure. But it contains a small section about the matter of such interest to the Nyland family—one-fanged vampires.” He thumbed slowly through the pages, stopping about halfway through. “Ahhh, here it is.” He looked up at Leesa. “I don't expect you read Italian?” Leesa shook her head. “No, just English.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Nothing brightens my day more than my mate on my lap. She turns, running her nose over my neck then sinking her teeth into my artery, taking some blood for our son. Okay, I lied. I fucking love my mate sinking her teeth into me. That brightens my day more than anything. ‘I wouldn’t call what I feel pressed against my thigh ‘brightening’ your day,’ Leana says in my mind as she drinks from me. I sink my fangs into her, loving the sound of her desperate moan as I do.

"Well, it's not my problem. He's with me, and that's how it's going to stay." Frustration bubbled within me, but I took a breath, trying to keep my cool. "Fine, Veronica. But I won't give up without a fight." Veronica's eyes flashed with anger as she towered over me, her hand clenched around the dagger's hilt. "You think you can just come back here and take over?" she hissed. "I'm the rightful Luna, and you're nothing but a usurper!" My heart pounded in my chest, but I refused to show any sign of fear. "I don't want to take over," I said, my voice calm and even. "I just want to help."

Vodka and lemon swirled on my tongue, blending into a cocktail of sharp sin and sweet fire. I swept through her cheek, to her chin, down to her neck, sucking and licking with every nip. Her pulse jittered beneath my teeth, her soft flesh lapping my tongue like fine butter— F**k! I wanted more. Rose rivalled cedarwood, beauty taming beast, and light clashing with darkness, all in a tangled web of lust. She reached for my belt, unfastening the shackles, then it clicked— lemon. “I'll take it from my back, before I eat lemon. I hate that fruit. It slaps worse than Abuela.”

Leon applied a small amount of semen to my face with his thumb, then he pinched my chin and asked me to suck the semen from his thumb. My mouth savored the fishy smell of his semen and the peculiar taste of male hormones, and I imagined that I was enveloped in this warm, wet mucus that was invading every inch of my body and every pore. "Emily, I always don't want enough of you!" Leon said in a low voice, "When I think that I will be separated from you again, I hate to keep asking you until dawn!" " "Then let me be!" I opened my eyes and looked at him, and I held his still hard penis in my hands, "Let it fill my body!" "

James interjected, appearing at his side, "we've thoroughly searched for the girl you described, but found no trace." Liam smirked and gestured towards the PDA in response. "Oh." "Yeah." "She's the Luna of Crimson, for fuck's sake." "Yeah." "And you still desire her?" "Yeah." "Oh, shit, Liam!" "Yeah." "Come on, that's like poking a sleeping tiger or tugging the tail of a lion," Liam chuckled. "Does he really look like a tiger? More like a puppy." James sighed and massaged his temples. "It's not worth it."