Pokemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

‎Kai’s POV ‎ ‎'Did my kitten just slip into subspace from spanking alone?' He doesn’t even know what it is. He must be so confused right now. ‎ ‎I felt his body loosen up around the sixteenth strike. That must have been the moment his mind turned off and he let himself get lost in the feeling — completely surrendering to me, as I felt him whimper and push his ass back on my palm while grinding on my thighs, desperately chasing his release.

then spooned a large spoonful of pasta. "Hmmm .... yeeah." I muttered with a mouth full of food. "You owe me. You owe me ..." I looked at him, he spooned the pasta into his mouth, I imitated his movement ... still watching and waiting for the next sentence. "A mind blowing sex ... That overcomes Christian Gray's fantasy madness." Hearing that I almost spat all my mouth. Is he crazy? I am crazy? Or has the world gone mad? What did he say earlier? Chris ... Christian Gray? A male fictional character with crazy sex fantasies?

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Marvelon's story has come to an end. I had so much fun with this story. It has blossomed so much since it started. The first draft was way less complicated than this final piece. The original version was a love story about Aqualia and Marvelon. However, as I wrote, the panster in me came alive. New characters joined the story and the old characters played new parts. Their lives were molded differently. Gosh, most of them probably hate me for all the tribulations I have put them through.

Honestly, I want to make him die so the story will end once and for all and I can go on writing an R18 novel, yet I always end up getting some bizarre ideas to continue this bizarre story. He then strokes her beautiful back layered in the red dress of hers gently. Wait, why the writing style is like the one in the R18 novel?! She then helps him get up. “Fight then, hun. If that’s what you want.” She holds both of his hands tightly. ”But promise me to stay alive, okay?” She smiles at him. “Your Highness,” Pukan said. Alfi averts his gaze to Pukan and says, ”What is it?”

This story is about a first date gone extremely wrong. By the way, this story is all FICTION! None of the characters or situations that happened are based on real people or real events. Everything came up from my head. I only took inspiration from learning a lot of sexual abuse and reading stories from women and men. So don't think that The Pink Devil is based on a real life individual, because that's not the case. Who is this story for?

I always look forward to his special kind of wicked. Patreous is coming over more and more. I enjoy his company. He's inquisitive and has no preconceived ideas about witches. He thinks of me as bear and he's mostly correct. I've had this second form so long I've forgotten I have a choice. Tyboll doesn't know that yet, but he will when I think he can handle it. I like his grumpy bear form, so keeping this bit of information to myself doesn't hurt him. Mostly, I miss my mate during the day. He comes up with excuses to be away and I know they are excuses. Well, until he's hungry or needs sex. The man is ravenous for both. But not during the day.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”