Tony, after years of having barely any signs of being an omega apart from mild heats and a mild scent, started to act as if he had a pup and began to produce milk. He was told it was due to the constant presence of a pup he's apparently claimed as his. To say he was confused was an understatement. (Or Five Times Peter Was A Puppy and The One Time He Wasn't) NOW IN A MULTICHAPTERED FORMAT! [NOT STARKER, NEVER STARKER] (Notes: What are their Secondary Genders? Well... Omegas: Tony(Apple Blossom/Jasmine/Ginger Root), Natasha Alphas: Pepper(Firewood/Pumpkin/Cinnamon), Bucky, Steve(Omega→Alpha, Apples/Cinnamon/Burnt Sugar), Bruce, Wanda, Shuri Betas: Happy, Clint, Rhodey(Shortbread Cookies/Americano/Ginger Root), Stephen, Pietro, T'challa Loki and Thor fall outside this. They're not from Midgard! Vision also falls outside this, he's a robot-AI-thing.)

He was born for war. She was built to heal. But when his mouth finds comfort in her breast, the line between hunger and need begins to blur. A mafia king, bleeding and broken. A doctor with a body that won't stop giving. Love was never supposed to feel like this-desperate, raw, and addictive.

☆COMPLETED☆ (under revision) 18+ !!!!! You, Ghost, and König are assigned to the same living quarters. With only two beds, they all agree that you will take turns sleeping in either bed each night. Two possessive, sexually frustrated, violent military war machines with too much free time on their hands, what could possibly go wrong? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Gracyn was excited to start her new life in Washington D.C. at SHIELD. But her life would soon be changed when she met someone new. Mature story!

Completed Currently #2! for #steverogerssmut Dark Steve Rogers Toxic relationship Warnings ⚠️ swearing, jealousy, Toxic, Dark, Dark content, violence, and smut eventually. 18+ "I can't do this anymore. All we do is fight." I say as I try to get up from the bed. But his strong hand stops me as he pushes me back into it. "That's not all we do." Steve says to me with a smirk as he pulls my panties down with his teeth. Brooke Ryan was brought into the Avengers compound by Clint Barton 4 years ago. Everyone welcomed her with open arms except for one, Steve Rogers. But one night, he walked into her room and found himself going in every night ever since. But never in the day since he wasn't into relationships. He just wanted her for one night. But how many is the question? This story will not follow the movie storylines or timeline. The snap will be mentioned. Maybe idk I'm making it up as I go. This is my first Steve rogers fanfic. I will try my best to make it at least interesting, lol. I don't own any of the mcu characters mentioned in this story except just for mine Brooke Ryan.

Framed by those sheep's in wolf clothing's, called family. She meets a man she liked, but with no resin to stay in this city she has no friends in she leaves to grow stronger if only to find answers. His little rabbit walked right into his den but he had to let her go so she could grow tasty for him to eat. .......... This story is original and copyright. Pls don't steal a writer's hard work. PS love and support

For over a thousand years, the Sea God has ruled the endless oceans, his power feared by mortals and worshipped by kings. His storms shape empires, his tides decide the fate of nations. Yet beneath his immortal strength lies a single, unfulfilled desire-an heir. He has crowned countless Sea Queens, each one chosen for her beauty, her magic, her divine blood. And each one has failed him. The sea remains silent, barren, and his throne grows colder with every passing century. Until one night, against every law of nature and every curse of the gods, a fragile human girl carries his child. She is everything he despises-mortal, weak, fleeting. He has drowned cities for less than a whisper of human defiance. And yet, inside her grows the one thing he has longed for more than power, more than eternity itself. Now, torn between hatred and desire, vengeance and hope, the Sea God must choose: Will he destroy the girl who embodies everything he loathes... Or protect the fragile spark of life that could finally break his eternal loneliness? A tale of forbidden love, divine wrath, and the one bond strong enough to shake the heavens-the bond between father and child.

Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small. When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she searches for a place to stay, falling no where else but in a house with two men. Dominant, best friends, and beautiful, River and Larson are the kind of men who don't take no for an answer, and when they want something... they get it. With already having all the trauma and pain in her life, it's probably best if she stays away... The only question is if they'll let her. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 "you were brought to us for a reason, angel. I'd be damned if i let you get away that easily." "you're beautiful, sunshine. Like a delicate pink rose." 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Ongoing!

Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

Book One in the Stag Belt Series Survival demands submission. Instinct demands more. Revina thought landing her first field mission days after graduation was a dream come true-until she learned the catch. She's been sent to the untamed planet of Veythra, a place of dangerous nomadic clans and uncharted lands. The reason she was chosen? Rhyos. Her best friend. Her protector. A half-human, half-Veythrian hybrid who has never set foot on his father's homeland. But the moment they land, everything changes. It's the sacred breeding season. The clans are restless. The males are on edge. And Rhyos-the one person she's always trusted-is changing. His instincts are awakening, his control slipping. Worse, the price of protection among the clans is her participation in their sacred rite. His claim is the only thing standing between her and the others. Because the warriors see her as a prize. A foreign beauty. A fertile offering. And if Rhyos doesn't stake his claim? They will.