revy and rock pregnant fanfic

Without a simulator, without a system, I'm the cheat. I've learned one thing from my short life: The more content you are, the less you gain! (What are you trying to say?!) So, I'm going to be a pervert! ...But, maybe being less perverted is fine. Ishikawa Hayabusa, dressed in a white suit, glanced back at the four girls behind him, dressed in pure white wedding dresses, who were looking at him with either resignation or anticipation.

Aoki Kei was 20 years old when his steady, ordinary life suddenly came to an end—only for him to awaken in Japan, reborn as his 17-year-old self. This time, he swore things would be different. All he wanted was to study hard, get into Tokyo University, and secure a stable future. Even if it meant starting from the bottom in an orphanage, he was prepared to push himself to the limit, to climb as high as he possibly could. An ordinary path. A safe path. A life without brilliance, but without regret. That was enough… or so he thought. But then, in the middle of his quiet student life in Tokyo, he met them—the girls who would throw his carefully constructed plans into disarray. If he had no choice, he would live as a realist. But if he did… If he truly had a choice, Aoki Kei didn’t want to remain the ever-sober bystander. A story of youth, encounters, and the choices that can reshape a life. (A crossover fanfiction featuring Oregairu, Bocchi the Rock!, Saekano, and Love, Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions!.)

Popadanets v anime Naruto v Roka Li

As long as he plays music with girls, he can exchange for rewards. Easy-to-handle Gotou Hitori; Shimokitazawa’s guardian angel Ijichi Nijika; The lovable slacker Yamada Ryou; The pure airheaded Hirasawa Yui; The shy black-haired beauty Akiyama Mio... The atmosphere of a music anime is just too great! The girls are simple, their personalities are kind... Everything is so easy and warm. At first, Bai Qiu thought so too… Takamatsu Tomori: “Will you form a band with me for the rest of our lives?” Nagasaki Soyo: “Before, my head was full of myself. Now it’s full of you.” Toyokawa Shoko: “And your head? It’s full of everyone else, isn’t it?” Shiina Riki: “It’s not like I’m doing this for you. I’m doing it because…”

Deep within his memories, Jing Chen vaguely remembers a promise— A promise made to someone who seemed like his sister, someone incredibly important to him. He had promised her… That in a world free of darkness and corruption, He would find his other half— To live an ordinary, warm, and gentle life, To have children, And to finally attain true longevity. Yet confession after confession was met with rejection. Disheartened and weary, Jing Chen eventually said farewell to his senior sister Ganyu. He traveled alone—across Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan, and finally arrived in Snezhnaya, where fate led him to Columbina, who, to his surprise, confessed her love to him first… As time passed, the Third Seat of the Fatui Harbingers would also become the only one to hold a dual-star position. (Tags: Pursuing Husband After Divorce, Love Rivalry, No NTR, No Tragedy, Genshin Impact × Star Rail × Jingliu)

*Visionary World* (Give a stone for an extra chapter! after chapter 45 only 5 chapters will drop a week before bonuses) A Tale of Eyebrows, Speed, and Utterly Disrespecting the Laws of Physics Rock Lee was already fast. Like, really fast. But what if he came back from the dead with god-tier elemental powers, an eternal flaming Dōjutsu, and enough speed to personally bully the sound barrier? That’s exactly what happens when the Stormborn Fist awakens. Now, the Chūnin Exams are no longer about strategy or skill—they’re about survival. The moment Lee steps onto the battlefield, the trees start combusting, the air gets ionized, and every Genin in the arena collectively realizes: “Oh no. We are NOT ready for this.” Sasuke? Sweating. Neji? Byakugan is short-circuiting. Gaara? Experiencing his first existential crisis. Orochimaru? Suddenly VERY interested in adoption. With Raijin Enka (a Kekkei Tōta so overpowered it makes Uchiha look like background characters), Ashen Dragon Step (which makes teleportation look slow), and an attitude of “I am speed”, Lee isn’t here to prove himself—he’s here to prove physics wrong. Can the Chūnin Exam proctors even contain him? Will Gaara survive the most one-sided beatdown in ninja history? And most importantly— Will Lee’s eyebrows remain intact despite being literally on fire? Find out in Rock Lee’s Reincarnation: The Stormborn Fist! A story about speed, storms, and sending opponents into early retirement.

Alan Folker was reincarnated in the vast Marvel universe but when he woke up there was an attractive figure on his bed which was the goddess of death Hela exiled in Midgard. "Honey, I think I'm pregnant..." WTF? Luckily the system arrived, as long as I play Aizen cosplay I can have little by little it's power. 'It's reassuring, at least I have the chance to protect myself.' Alan sighed as he sat down on the bed. But Hela's face remained neutral: "I have the impression that you are hiding something from me... You suddenly became close to the neighbor some time ago..." Alan's expression becomes exespered after all how dare he deceive the goddess of death? "Wait darling, that's not what you think. I'm just Peter's teacher. There's nothing between me and Aunt May!" PS: This scene was slightly modified in the novel... *** The next world is that of naruto... From chapter 53 with more ecchi. Transmigrated into Naruto after Losing your memories. Fortunately, Kushina took Alan as her godson... And the Icha Icha Paradise system was activated. Assigning him intimate missions which must be accomplished within the allotted time. If you want more content: patreon.com/theError_0

Electric and bass guitars, drums, a synthesizer, and a burning desire to create music—a band of reckless teenagers is ready to rock this world! The law means nothing to them, bans won't stop them, and any attempt to block their path will only make them laugh. And just to make sure they leave absolutely no stone unturned, every single one of them has unlocked their Aura, wields tricked-out weapons, and carries a student ID from the most prestigious Huntsman academy. Put your hands up, friends! Soon, Beacon and its inhabitants will learn what true rock 'n' roll sounds like! Translation of the fanfic by Negit. Posted with the author's permission.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"