bottom hakyeon fanfic

Natsuhiko transmigrates to the Pokemon world. But through the memories of his past self, he already understands that this world is but not the utopian one in his impression but a place where humans fall prey to evil Pokémon, and there is no absolute friendship, but treachery and conniving abound. "Boss, that kid ran over here..." "It's him."

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon and its rights belong to its respective owner. Note that I am just copying a story that i read and i want you to read it too........ Sorry 1-200 is trash,, it was the first time I wrote this novel

This is a slow-burn and dark Pokémon fanfic. There is no system, no overpowered protagonist, and no sudden cheats. If that’s not your thing, feel free to skip. The MC is broke, almost as much as me lol. Barely scraping by, struggling for every Poké Dollar, and forced to make hard choices just to survive. The story shares similar vibes with Pokémon Hunter and Pokémon: Master of Tactics etc. This is a TL, raw Pokemon Poor 宠物小精灵之贫民 Author: 南篱流失

"Transmigration." Ah, such an interesting concept. Many dream about being reborn in a world filled with heroes and villains. But not me... Thrown into a world where Gods walk among mortals, I will do everything in my power to survive. Stealing, robbing, killing, manipulating? I will do them all. I will be the one to survive until the end. Heros, Villains, Eternals, Deviants, Gods, Demons... SCREW THEM ALL!!! This is my story and I will make sure that everyone gets that right! I am Marcellus, a mutant who started from the bottom. [Pat reon.com/Greedyfrog] [Disclaimer: Other than my MC and the OCs, I do not own anything used in this fanfiction.]

futa on male warning. heavy futa

In the world of Valdiras—a world where wars between humans and demons raged for hundreds of years, a world where the strong dominate the weak, a world governed by the arts of combat and ruled by magic—after hundreds of years of war, the demons vanished and a period of peace descended upon humanity. With the demons’ disappearance, humanity witnessed the birth of a generation of prodigies, particularly from the four great families. The children of these families were dubbed the “Golden Generation” due to their extraordinary talent in magic and the art of dueling. Among the Golden Generation, Kyle Al-Thalor stood out as the greatest talent in history and was recognized as the leader of the Golden Generation. But the peace did not last long. In his first year at the academy, the demons reappeared and attacked them during the mid-year exam. Their goal in that attack was to kill Kyle, but he fought back and prevented his own death—though at a price: his mana channels were shattered, and he lost his ability to use magic and practice the . Kyle Al-Thalor, who was once at the pinnacle of talent, has now fallen to the bottom. Follow Kyle as he climbs back up from the bottom to reclaim his place at the top. ‎

WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING TWO CHAPTERS HAVE A KINK I TRIED TO INCLUDE BUT HATED IT SO THEY WERE LATER REMOVED : vomit. An addict who worked throughout his life to chase pleasures that were too costly to let him out of poverty dies and wakes again in Flea Bottom as a normal man. He looks around at the filth of flea bottom and remembers the only gifts the gods have given him are to be disease free and a coin pouch that is bound to him for life. THIS IS PURELY FETISH CONTENT MUD, Dirt, Shit(Only mentioned once and that is it) 1 chapter ahead for free below. 1 Chapter will always be ahead go to the discord in pinned post https://[email protected]/swattywriter You will have to go through a link from scribble hub as the page is 18+

Alright, listen up, you goddamn degenerate! If you wanna read, then fucking read! And don't you dare forget to drop a goddamn review and some power stones, you stingy son of a bitch! What, are you afraid your fingers will cramp up from all that clicking, you lazy fuck? It ain't like you're trying to evolve a Magikarp into a Gyarados with just a single candy, is it? So stop being a goddamn Slowpoke and get to it! And see ya, you holy-ass!!

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.