Reader Insert Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

Each touch, every shared breath, and the warmth of our closeness created a profound sense of unity. Liam leans down. He holds my right leg, raising it to his shoulder. I feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier as his face descends between my legs. He blows me, shooting little shocks into me. I close my eyes momentarily, resigning myself to continue with this deep and demanding desire that has not yet been satisfied. His tongue slides between my legs, while his hands hold my thighs apart. - Liam... – I whisper. My sharp intake of air is followed by a groan. This is all I can control. My words are lost, and the mind is clouded with the smooth glide and adept skill of his tongue.

I better distract my eyes and mind by seeing other fun things besides whipping and strangling people. I got out of the car and thanked the warrior. Then I stepped into the building, which had two floors up and three floors down. I passed by warriors who entered and exited the building. They bowed to me, and I nodded at them. I received the laptop from Gamma Elijah. He grinned at me. “Read it. You prefer reading to listening, don’t you? Besides, it’s break time.” Gamma Elijah continued to arrange the papers on his desk. “Okay. Thank you.”

"That you were at my place? I suggested with a shrug. I loved Leah but she was making a mistake her. Her attraction to Damon was blinding her. Luke was a good guy. She was probably mistaking the intense attraction she had for Damon as a bond. Maybe I was experiencing the same thing. But damn, Damon had a very great pull. I thought I was immune to it but it turned out to be a lie. I wasn't immune in anyway. But Leah had a mate. She was in love with him. Whatever she had for Damon was definitely infatuation and very unhealthy. I couldn't sit back and watch my friend ruin her relationship over a random transfer guy who had a magnetic pull. Leah gave me a stern look. I didn't give her a response

"She is my fated Mate, a gift from the Moon Goddess. Of course I love her. I don't want to hurt her, which is why she can't find out about this. I also need a poised, perfect Luna to keep the pack stable." He paused, his tone turning cruel and playful. "But a man needs a little fun on the side. And besides her, you're my favorite. Isn't that enough?" "Really? Oh, Alpha, you're so bad…" Seraphina giggled, pressing her lips to his. Kaelen shoved her roughly against a tree, and they fell into a tangle of limbs. The thick stench of lust, mixed with musk and cheap perfume, drifted toward me on the night air.

The words poured out of his mind, and into the computer. I was right there, just a few inches away, my eyes intensely fixed on his thick throbbing, semen filled cock. My ass was throbbing and I wanted to beg him to fuck my ass with that thick cock of his. I wanted to be fucked harder than the cheerleader. Leon wrote for a few more minutes, examining the contents on these screen before he clicked the publish button. The chapter was uploaded instantly and he turned away from the computer when he heard a loud ding. He turned and spotted the red notification appear at the top of his inbox. Usually readers would often send messages, eager to know when the next chapter would drop and whatnot. Norm

He was already reaching for the lemon, but he hadn't moved back yet, and Bella was very aware that Devon was three feet away and paying close attention to whatever he was supposedly reading on his phone. "Yes," she said. "Lemon." Liam cut the lemon with one clean motion and squeezed it directly into the pan, and the smell that came off it was immediate and sharp and good. He tasted it himself, right from the spoon, watching her while he did. "Better?" she asked. "Much," he said. He was not talking about the sauce and they both knew it and neither of them said anything about it. Ethan called her over at the counter twenty minutes later.

Lucien whispered as his thumb slipped into Elena’s mouth. At that moment, the strange tremor made Lucien feel as if he were losing his mind. His breathing was heavy and hot, and his thing down there stiffened and hardened as if waiting to enter its nest. ... Author: Hello, you guys, is there anyone reading this book? Please let me know by leaving a comment, please 😭 Do you like this book? Or is there any suggestion you want to give me? Please let me know. 🥺 Anyway, I'm not an English native, so please bear with me if some phrases may be a bit too awkward or stiff.

"I could walk out right now. You’d never find me. And in a few years, when you’ve stopped checking every shadow, I’d send you a postcard from wherever I’ve rebuilt." Fennigan’s claws punched through his own palms, black blood welling between his fingers. The scent of it—thick with grief and fury—should have choked the room. Damon inhaled deeply instead, savoring it like a vintage. "But that’s the tragedy, isn’t it?" he mused. "You’d never stop looking. You’d tear the world apart. And I’d let you." His thumb pressed harder against Leela’s cheekbone, the skin blanching white under his touch. "Because it’s fun."

And I hate that it feels like a glimpse into something I’ll never want but can’t fully escape. --- When the last balloon droops and Leo’s passed out with frosting on his chin, Damon stands near the door, coat in hand. The air feels quieter without Leo’s laughter filling it. “He had a good day,” Damon says softly. “He had a good cake,” I correct. “Don’t flatter yourself.” That earns the faintest hint of a smile. “You don’t let me, do you?” “No,” I say simply. “You’re not used to hearing no, are you?”