bottom crowley 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.]

London, England, 20th century. An isekai victim suddenly finds himself isekai'd into the body of a recently deceased young aristocrat. Realizing that he now has a house, a car, and no parents to worry about... essentially a legendary starting start pack, Roy couldn’t help but grin. With such a wealthy background, even if he did nothing at all, he could still live comfortably in this world. An old aristocrat!! With such starting pack, how could he possibly lose? “I’m seriously high right now!!” But just as he pressed his fingers against his temple, a familiar sharp-tongued male voice came from the gem resting on the table: “Roy, you bastard, how long are you going to keep skipping class? Do you really want me, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, to drag you back myself?!” “Huh? Did you just say… Kaynet-… what?” “…Tch. Well, now I’m fucked up.”

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

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?