Enigmas are nothing more than a legend-Alphas who surpass Alphas, beings of absolute dominance. In ancient times, they were kings, warlords, and gods. But their power was too great, so they were erased from history, reduced to myths. Pooh was never supposed to exist. To survive, he has spent his life suppressing his true nature, acting as an ordinary Alpha. Hiding. But something changes when he meets Pavel, a strong, proud Alpha with a fire in his eyes that refuses to be tamed. Pavel doesn't understand it at first. Pooh doesn't act like an Alpha trying to compete for dominance. No-Pooh's presence is suffocating. Absolute. Inevitable. Something deep inside Pavel warns him that he isn't dealing with an Alpha. And that terrifies him.

My rendition of PitBabe. Credit to the original author. ( ・_・)ノ This story contains mpreg.

Angst With Happy Ending 🎀 He could handle a lot of things-pain, pressure, expectations. But not this. Not Charlie pretending like he didn't exist. Babe slammed his fork down. "What the fuck is your problem?" His voice was sharp now, cutting through the conversation. Charlie didn't even flinch. Didn't react. Like Babe wasn't even speaking. and Something inside him snapped.

Assassin Babe's mission was simple: infiltrate Mafia boss Charlie's mansion and end his reign. But when Charlie catches him, the game changes-Babe must fight for freedom or surrender and become Charlie's captive. Confident but betrayed by his own family, Babe finds himself trapped in a web of secrets, desire, and deadly power plays. As misunderstandings and unspoken truths drive them apart, fate forces them back together, blurring the line between vengeance and love. Can Babe uncover the truth and reclaim his life, or will he remain bound by betrayal? ⚠️Warning⚠️ Non-consensual content 🔞 Explicit content 🔞 Grafic language 🔞 ⚠️This fanfic may contain scenes of non-consensual sexual activities in the first few chapters. Reader discretion advised⚠️ ⚠️Lastly this fanfic is purely meant for entertainment purposes only and I do not support or promote this type of behavior in real life⚠️

Babe es un joven estudiante de la facultad de arquitectura, el más hermoso de entre todos sus compañeros. Su belleza le ha otorgado muchos privilegios: nuevas amistades, conquistas y sobre todo, popularidad. Pero Babe no buscaba nada de eso, y aunque sonara difícil de creer, él solo quería que alguien lo amara de verdad. Entonces una mañana de invierno, Charlie apareció. ~~~ Historia ficticia. (20 capítulos + extra) BL FANS M&A

No debí jugar con "El imaginario del doctor Parnasuss" #comoseescapadeundemonio? #llamenadios ╭────➣⁀➷ ׂׂૢ │❝ Resumen adentro ❞ ╰───────────────➢ೃ Si no sabes qué es "El imaginario del doctor Parnasuss", te falta cultura. Busca la película :D

Quiero morder tus orejas #1 [Charlie-Dane] [Pooh-Pavel] by Marcy Jacks Esta es una adaptación sin fines de lucro. Todos los créditos a sus respectivos escritores y traductores.

Uhm. Hola. Mi nombre es Pavel Promphaophan. Realmente no sé cómo decirte esto. Pero tengo a tus hijos conmigo, y estaba pensando en que tal vez te gustaría tenerlos de regreso. Así que, seh.... llámame. ► Comedia 🎭 ► M-preg 🫄🏻 • Historia original de Kambria Rain • Adaptación • PoohPavel 🐶😺 • Mención de otros Shipps

There was a time when they had everything-passion, devotion, and an unspoken promise that they were unbreakable. But love, no matter how intense, was never immune to destruction. Somewhere along the way, they lost each other. It wasn't sudden. It wasn't one single moment that shattered them. It was the slow unraveling-the quiet resentments, the miscommunications, the betrayals they were too stubborn to fix. And when the final blow landed, it was devastating. Words were thrown like weapons, wounds were left open, and one of them walked away. But fate had a way of forcing people back together. Of making them face what they thought was long gone. Of testing whether what was lost could ever be found again. Now, standing on opposite sides of something neither of them could name, they were no longer the same people they used to be. Time had changed them. Pain had shaped them. But the pull between them-the one that had always existed-was still there, waiting. The question wasn't whether they could find their way back. It was whether they wanted to.