bottom guzma nsfw 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."

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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

[Story is my actual experience in parallel universe. Real-life similarities are pure bullshit!] ITs Mature Story with NFSW .... beware Same style story as American Horor story roy Transported from 2025 to early-2000s Los Angeles with nothing but his future smartphone, Lawson discovers the mysterious "Payday" app—a gamified platform that assigns high-stakes criminal gigs, from disrupting robberies to orchestrating daring heists. Success earns him cash, gadgets, and powerful "Trump Cards" granting superhuman abilities: flawless driving (Pilot), MacGyver-level engineering from scrap (Gearhead), hypnotic persuasion (Joker), peak physical stamina (Ironman), and more. Thrust into the gritty underworld, Lawson joins legendary street racers like Dominic Toretto, executes sophisticated bank jobs, infiltrates the powerful Bonanno Mafia family amid brutal internal power struggles, and outmaneuvers corrupt LAPD officers and FBI agents. Balancing alliances, betrayals, and relentless pursuits, he rises from lone operator to key player in the criminal hierarchy—all while navigating passionate, explicit relationships with captivating women including the seductive bar owner Svafa, innocent yet fiery Blake Gaines, ambitious news anchor Megyn Kelly, and others. A thrilling blend of explosive action, clever heists, high-speed chases, Mafia intrigue, and steamy romance, this story follows Lawson's ascent in a dangerous era where one wrong move means death—or prison. Inspired by: Fast & Furious seriesHarem, System LitRPG...

"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.]

It’s raw, explicit, and brutally satisfying. In the City of Angels, Ronan builds his empire with blood money, shattered glass slippers, and the screams of his enemies. He fucks the women, ruins the villains, and turns every fairy tale into his personal harem playground. Power. Sex. Revenge. Zero apologies. For mature readers who like their fairy tales dark, their heroes ruthless, and their nights very, very dirty.

futa on male warning. heavy futa

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)