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« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! - A Chance To Relive Modern Life - Book Description There are moments in life when the sky seems too far away to touch, when the distance between who you are and who you wanted to become stretches out like an endless winter night. Akio Hukitaske understood this distance all too well. At thirty-two, he had become a ghost haunting his own existence, a game designer lost in Tokyo's luminous sprawl, where neon signs painted false promises across rain-slicked streets and convenience store lights hummed their lonely lullabies until dawn. The deadlines came and went like seasons he'd stopped noticing. Hollowness had carved hollows into his heart that he'd learned to ignore, the way you ignore a distant ache that never quite fades. Somewhere along the way, between the caffeine crashes and the blue glow of countless computer screens, he had misplaced something precious: the dream of a kid who once believed he could heal the world's pain, one prescription at a time. That child wanted to become a pharmacist. That kid believed in hope. But dreams, like distant stars, grow dimmer when you stop looking up. Then came that night—the kind of night where snow falls silently over the city, blanketing everything in a strange, suspended peace. Drunk and stumbling through an alley beneath that endless winter sky, Akio encountered something impossible: a stranger with eyes too calm, too knowing. Before understanding could catch up with fear, there was the cold stab of a needle against his neck, and then, Darkness. When Akio opened his eyes again, the world had shifted on its axis. His hands were smaller. His room wore the familiar-unfamiliar face of a childhood he'd left behind. The mirror reflected a truth that shouldn't exist: the face of a fourteen-year-old kid staring back with thirty-two years of exhaustion behind his eyes. A mad scientist's experiment. An impossible regression. A second chance wrapped in the bewildering gift of youth restored. Now Akio must walk again through the halls that once witnessed his slow surrender, armed only with the weight of everything he's learned and lost. Every classroom whispers with ghosts of choices unmade. Every friendship carries the shadow of knowledge he shouldn't possess—the adult grief of an adult trapped in a body too young to hold it all. The pressure of expectations, the cruelty of adolescence, the suffocating routine of a society built on exhaustion—it's all here, waiting to break him again. But this time, something is different. Among the ordinary chaos of teenage life, Akio finds himself surrounded by people who refuse to let him disappear. Together, they become the constellation that guides him back toward something he'd forgotten existed—not the erasure of past wounds, but the courage to carry them forward. The understanding that healing isn't about becoming someone new; it's about learning to forgive the person you were. Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! is a story about the quiet weight of regret and the trembling possibility of redemption. It exists in the spaces between realism and surrealism, where modern life's crushing despair collides with the impossible second chance Akio holds onto. And sometimes, if you're given a chance to try again, that's enough to make the sky feel within reach once more. RATED: MA15+

Daniel brown your typical otaku 59 year old nobody was walking home from the grocery store but unexpectedly dies from tripping over a stone and landing in a pile of shit, how will this affect his life for the better or worst. (Daniel's POV) "I hate life." Said daniel with a tired sigh. ----------------------------------------- WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

Kyoren Hisacage is a boy, never accepted, now got a chance to go in the MHA, got prisoned in the prison maze for 12 years. Got out and got a place, got hunted down. . .this is a story of how a 24 year old guy became the world's most deadliest villan.

Sumire never expected to wake up in the Marvel universe… as a beautiful girl. One look in the mirror, one thought of Thanos’ snap, and she already wanted out. Survival goal? Stay low, don’t get caught, live peacefully. Too bad she awakened the Villainess Simulation System. By causing chaos and harvesting negative emotions, she can summon powerful female avatars like Makima, Rize, Android 18, Annie, and more… though some choices feel a bit suspicious. As Sumire gets closer to these cold, domineering, and dangerously charming women, her original dream of being a macho man starts to crumble. Somewhere along the way… she starts enjoying it. Now fully embracing her role, she becomes a walking disaster among heroes and villains alike, summoning avatars, unlocking abilities, and wreaking havoc across the Marvel universe. Tony: She blew up my armor and sold it as scrap?! Thor: Why can that mage lift Mjolnir so easily?! Nick Fury: Even Hydra got infiltrated?! Thanos: Don’t look at me. I’m Miss Makima’s dog. And as everything spirals out of control, Sumire can only blink innocently: "I swear… I didn’t mean to break the world."

She doesn’t experience love. She establishes the guidelines. She also never wears a single mask. Marrie Rose Alverez is an estranged heiress who refuses to belong to anyone; she is wealthy, careless, and untouchable. She uses power as a strategy, desire as a weapon, and love as a vulnerability she vowed never to exploit. Then Evan Knight comes into her life. He challenges Marrie instead of pursuing her because he is cold, collected, and dangerously perceptive. What starts out as a conflict over secrets and scandals develops into a high-stakes struggle for dominance that neither of them is prepared to lose. As adversaries get closer and masks start to come off, Marrie has to confront the reality: Is she really free, or is her disguise keeping her bound?

[Warning!!! Adult Content!!! R18!!!] All his life Damian has endured abandonment but his fiancé's betrayal with a senior associate was the last straw that broke the camels back. Shattered, Damian ended his life with a bullet to the head. [Rejoice, you have been chosen to become one of the seven potential successors of the demon lord!] [Good Luck. You will need it] Instead of death, Damian is given a second chance at life but as one of the seven princes of hell. The Introduction of the system into his life turned it into something adventurous. Tasked with sleeping with virgins, seducing the righteous and spreading immorality to the entire realm, Damian is exposed to a world he never knew existed. "But wait, you mean I also inherited a three wives as well?" "What do you mean they are the jealous types and I'm not allowed to get married?" --- Daily Release: 4 chapters minimum and 5 maximum Discord: https://discord.gg/MkFeQnjuu2

Arjun was an ordinary nobody—until a prophecy from another dimension claimed him as an Avatar. Now, he is the only thing standing between our world and Tormaan, a demonic Asura warlord fueled by the corrupt essence of supreme dark matter AKA anti-god element. From the shadows of the cosmos, the immortal "Dark Sage" Shukracharya pulls the strings, seeking to plunge both the earthly realm and the celestial heavens into eternal night. To save humanity, Arjun must cast aside his mortality and ascend. He isn't just fighting a war; he’s claiming a throne he never wanted. The era of the humans is over. The era of the God-King begins.

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri

A devoted comic reader, Lin Xiaoyu had always believed she understood the story she loved. The hero would rise. The villain would fall. Justice would be served. At least—that’s how it was supposed to end. But when the villain survives the final battle, her frustration turns into something deeper… something unsettled. And then— She wakes up inside the very story she once read. Not as a bystander. Not as the hero. But as the villain she hated the most. Now trapped in a world she thought she understood, Xiaoyu quickly realizes something is wrong. The story isn’t unfolding the way it should. The “truth” she believed begins to crack. And the villain she once despised… may not be what he seemed. As hidden memories surface and the lines between right and wrong blur, one terrifying reality emerges: This story was never meant to have a happy ending. And the hero she once trusted— May be the one leading it toward destruction. To survive, Xiaoyu must do the impossible: Rewrite a story that was never meant to be changed… Uncover the truth that was deliberately hidden… And decide whether the villain deserves to fall— Or to save a world that was doomed from the very beginning.

The ordinary world is not what it seems. Many strange events unfold in the background but go unnoticed by the masses or are covered up. A supernatural world exists along with the natural world which can only be seen by those called Balancers. Spirits and Evil Spirits exist along with Balancers who possess unique powers to see and fight them. Among the many ordinary humans, a girl undergoes a lot of suffering and experiences a prophetic vision. It grants her knowledge of the hidden world and of some future events. The girl loses almost everything she has and then takes the steps needed to become a Balance Breaker. Her past identity has to be abandoned for the sake of survival so she renamed herself Ash. Ash gains the powers of a Skin-Walker and begins living in such a world taking on the appearances of others, experiencing their lives and living under the mask of another person.

Man is the spirit of all things, and gu are the refined fragments of the Great Dao. The ambition which blooms with the spring's morning breeze withers at the call of autumn's night. The accumulation of five hundred years - triumphs and failures - will be naught but ash with dawn's first light. The rising of the sun bathes the mountains in golden flame, but 'tis sunset upon the demon's time. The demonic overlord, Fang Yuan, is cornered by his enemies after word gets out that he refined the Spring Autumn Cicada - a gu worm rumored to be capable of having a chance at sending one back in time but demands a terrifying price in return - the user's entire existence! With no hope of escape, in desperation, Fang Yuan uses the Spring Autumn Cicada which miraculously lives up to its name and sends him back in time. And now, he's back in Gu Yue Village as a fifteen-year-old ready to use his knowledge of the future to conquer the world... but there's something wrong. Something is quite different this time around. What's with this new notification that keeps popping up in his view? It calls itself 'The Goody Two-Shoes System.' It also starts giving him quests to complete. "Help Fang Zheng gain his confidence back!" - get a Green Copper Relic Gu! "Help your friends refine their gu worms!" - have your aptitude raised by 2%! All of these rewards and quests before him, why are they trying to convert this demonic overlord to the path of righteousness? And aren't some of these quests kind of... sus? Why does marrying Bai Ning Bing give him an immortal gu? Whatever, anything for benefits! This is a fanfiction based on Gu Zhen Re's work 'Reverend Insanity' known in Chinese as 蛊真人 or 'Gu Taoist Master'. I don't own the rights to the original work. 'Gu' in the context of this story are mystical insects that have various powers and are the basis of the world's cultivation system.

Story Brief: The Fate of the Shadow Genre: Russian Dark Romance / Psychological Thriller Themes: Mafia Underworld, Power Dynamics, Forbidden Obsession, Secret Missions. Characters: Alia (The Strategist Warrior) & Viktor (The Ruthless Enforcer). ⚠️ Age Advisory (21+) This story is strictly intended for readers aged 21 and above. It contains mature themes, intense emotional conflict, and dark psychological elements. Please read responsibly and at your own discretion. Copyright Notice © 2025–2028, Ninel Nastasya Anna Orinska. All rights reserved. The Fate of the Shadow is an original work by Ninel Nastasya Anna. No part of this story may be reproduced, copied, translated, distributed, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission from the author. Story Overview The Fate of the Shadow Alia is a brave and intelligent woman carrying deep secrets hidden within her family and true identity. Her search for truth leads her into dangerous missions and a world shrouded in shadows. Along the way, she encounters Viktor a mysterious man shaped by a dark, violent past. Together, they navigate a brutal underworld where loyalty is tested, love becomes a weapon, and survival comes at the highest price. Genres & Themes Dark Romance & Psychological Thriller Mafia & Criminal Underworld Dual Lives & Secret Missions Intense Chemistry & Power Struggles Character Profiles Alia (The Operative) Skills: Highly trained in Taekwondo, Krav Maga, Jiu-Jitsu, and advanced hand-to-hand combat. Expertise: Sniper rifle precision, cyber espionage, drone operation, and strategic psychological warfare. Viktor (The Enforcer) Skills: Master of close-quarter combat, tactical strategy, and intelligence operations. Expertise: High-stakes manipulation, intimidation tactics, surveillance, and commanding the criminal underworld with an iron grip.

On that night when everything went up in flames, he made a decision. It was a choice. Nobody really knows what happened during the fire that happened ten years ago. Not the family that hid the truth. Not the girl who lived through it and certainly not the brother who claimed her. But he remembers the fire. He recalls the scream. He recalls her. Someone who looked just like her. Now he is back. Not as the boy everyone blamed before— but as something worse. Time seems to change when he's around. Death seems to follow him. The curse that runs through his blood has only gotten stronger. People call him a monster. He does not disagree. Because the moment he sees her again standing next to his brother wearing his name Something unbelievable happens. His curse reacts; his memories don’t match. And the past they buried. is no longer dead. Because he didn’t just make a mistake that night. He broke something. Something that was never meant to be touched.

Victor von Doom long ago accepted the inevitability of his fate: his damaged soul, his cursed brilliance, and the silent decay of time. However, one night when the storms over Latveria subside, an unexpected visitor arrives with a grim warning: Doom's next decision will not preserve his legacy, but will doom his nation. /// Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic, please note that its main objective is to create explicit content while remaining true to the characters' personalities, especially Doctor Doom, whose complexity, intelligence, and pride make him one of the most fascinating creations in the Marvel universe. If you don't like sexual content, you are under no obligation to read it. You are free to decide. English is not my native language, so please excuse any mistakes you may find; I'm still learning and working hard to improve. I don't know the DC universe as well as I do the Marvel universe, but I'm trying to portray each character with respect and consistency. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading it soon, and I would love to read your opinions or comments. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this initial note!

« MATURE CONTENT » One learns the hard way how wrong this line actually is: 'Brains over brawn.' It all started when Viktor Redwood slaughtered ten thousand soldiers, outwitted the legendary Emperor Leo and his five mythical-class heroines, and put a bullet through his head in front of those heroines—all achieved using sheer intelligence. But even with all that, he lost everything, got too lazy to even care about anything, and was cornered by absolute strength—all while his corrupted incubus race slowly awakened within him, warping his body with demonic features he could barely hide—leading him to decide to at least kill those heroines alongside himself in a boom. Only for him to regress back into his fat, powerless, and cursed body, starting again. This time, with the knowledge that his dormant bloodline will manifest again, transforming him piece by piece. The bad thing about all this? Now he's been thrown back to his worst day—the trial where his fiancée Elena—the one who put a blade to his heart just a moment ago—framed him. But even that didn't stop him from becoming the villain who made heroes bleed and heroines breed. Unlike last time, when he had thwarted her plans, this time he chose to exile himself to prepare an army of his children and wives. Viktor's got the 100x Ability Rebate System: enter powerful women, steal their abilities, multiply them by 100, and return them in bundles when they become mothers with a ratio of 100% to wives and 50% to children. And with a corrupted bloodline that changes his human self to Incubus as he use system—he will get to have a new identity as Householder Incubus. However, this time, the issue is a small twist—where, even with such an overpowered skill, he has been thrown into a wasteland with his loyal mid-thirties nanny, Helena. Will a weak baron with a cursed bloodline slowly transforming his body be able to create his own army and become the Emperor? « What to Expect: => Lots of Lemons (Babies aren't going to pop from the sky, right?) => Fatherhood Journey (A young man to a father of an army of babies, funny x100) => Transformation from Lust to Responsibilities (Responsible Lust, TADA!) => Kingdom Building + Cute, smart children running the kingdom while parents are on vacation. (Vacation to add more babies to the collection to run the kingdom) => Children Handling Kingdoms (Rest assured, babies will be smart and proficient in all subjects you all failed.) => Teaching Lessons to Heroines Who Dared to Touch the MC (Not forgiveness but punishment by giving heroines' brothers and sisters.)

Reborn in the Harry Potter universe, Tyler Blake starts off as a quiet nobody… until he steps into Hogwarts and begins stirring chaos. From robbing Gringotts to shaking the Ministry, from freeing Gellert Grindelwald to toying with Voldemort, Tyler flips the entire wizarding world upside down. He doesn’t want to be a Dark Lord… but somehow, the title keeps chasing him. When a “obscurus” starts rewriting everything, what kind of storm will follow?

Aegon's soul from another world merged with Acnologia, the Black Dragon King of Fairy Tail, giving him knowledge of future events. He was invincible from the start and wiped out the dragon race four hundred years ago, ending the war between humans and dragons. Acnologia: "Dragons, I'll show you who truly is the chosen one of this era!" ---------------------- Advanced chapters at p@treon

Nille is the great-grandson of Amparo Pilar Fajardo and Takeshi Tsukuyomi, born from a rare union of Filipino and Japanese lineage that carries remnants of ancient, supernatural inheritance. Within his blood lies the echo of ancestral spirits and the dormant legacy tied to Tsukuyomi, the moon god, a force that has long since faded from the world yet continues to persist within his existence. He is not an ordinary human, but a convergence of forgotten powers shaped by two distant mythological roots. These inheritances do not manifest freely, they awaken gradually through conflict, pressure, and survival, drawing attention from forces that recognize what he may become. In a world where myth and reality still bleed into one another, Nille stands at the threshold of something far greater than himself. His journey is not only survival, but the slow awakening of a lineage that refuses to disappear.

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)