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    The Serpent’s Deadly Devotion

    When a mysterious girl with dangerous secrets transfers into Hogwarts during sixth year, the balance of the wizarding world begins to shift. Elizaveta Petrova is not just a witch. She is a hybrid—something that should not exist. Sorted into Slytherin, she quickly becomes the school’s most whispered-about secret: beautiful, untouchable, and terrifyingly powerful. Draco Malfoy was raised to recognize monsters. He just never expected to fall in love with one. As dark magic stirs within the cast

    Slow BurnDark MagicSupernatural BondsSecretsForbidden LoveCrossoverSmuttySex Addiction
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    EPElizzpxx

    tom kaulitz 483

    you are a fan of tokio hotel and you get tickets to see them for your birthday by yourself you go there for a week in your own hotel and you go to the concert and you had vio passes to go meet them and tom kaulitz (the one in 2007 with dreads his hat and headband under his hat baggy jeans and baggy top) invited you to his hitel room after and you agree he takes you to room and his hotel number is 483 what happens next?

    Sexual TensionFirst MeetingsSex AddictionTrue Love's Kiss
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    KItomkaulitz

    Firefighters and police

    At twenty-four, Colette is already carrying the weight of a badge she takes too seriously and a city that rarely sleeps. As a police officer, she’s learned how to compartmentalize—how to stay calm in chaos, how to lock fear behind professionalism. But the job follows her home, and the cracks begin to show in the quiet moments after midnight, when the sirens fade and the adrenaline wears off.

    FirefightersPoliceLoveSwearingSex AddictionDangerEngagement
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    VRvalora

    Tom Kaulitz

    Tom stumbled inside, breath hitching, blood glinting dark on his jaw—but even wrecked and half-broken, he still managed that wicked, knowing grin. He braced a hand against the wall, chest rising hard beneath his torn shirt, and his eyes dragged over me with slow, deliberate heat. “You should see the look you’re giving me,” he murmured, voice roughened by pain and something far more dangerous. “Like you’re torn between yelling at me and
 something else.” He pushed off the wall and stepped closer, close enough that the warmth of him curled around my skin, close enough that I could smell sweat, metal, and the faint trace of his cologne. “Careful,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed my jaw. “If you keep staring at me like that, I might forget we’re supposed to hate each other.” His fingers brushed my waist as he passed, an infuriating, electric touch. “Go on,” he added over his shoulder, voice dripping with heat, “tell me you don’t want to help me out of this shirt.”

    Enemies to LoversSex AddictionUnresolved Sexual TensionLustPet NamesSmuttySmokingExplicit Language
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    WSwillowsullivan

    Tom Kaulitz

    I moved to this small town with nothing but my guitar and the weight of a lifetime of loss pressing on my chest—songs born from the nights I cried over my mother’s grave and the years I spent hiding from my father’s fists and whiskey breath. Every chord I strum, every word I sing, is soaked in that pain, raw and unflinching, the kind that makes strangers’ hearts ache as if they’d lived it themselves. I found the bar on the corner, a place with a cracked neon sign and a stage small enough to feel like confession, and for the first time in years, I wondered if someone could see past the scars I wear like armor. And then there was him—Tom Kaulitz—leaning against the counter with a smile I wanted to trust but couldn’t, because the world had taught me that men could hurt you faster than they could love you.

    Slow BurnTrust IssuesTattoosStrangers to LoversRomanceLanguage of FlowersSex AddictionSinging
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    WSwillowsullivan
    UN

    Unknown

    Vii, así la llamaban, la mujer fría pelinegra que llevaba un oso disecado de capa, ella es una bruja, una hija de hécate, ella no es parte del campamento a pesar de ser una semidiosa, ella se movía en las sombras, ella los ayudaba en las guerras, sin decir una palabra, salía corriendo del bosque y disparaba al equipo enemigo flechas como una abalanza imparable, manualmente, incluso artemisa se quedaba atontada, después, se iba antes de que pudieran acercarse, tiene ojos brillantes, es lo primero que ven cuando ella aparece, solo pueden agradecer a los cielos que ella esté del lado de ellos.

    EvilDisturbing ThemesSexySex EducationSex Addiction
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    VIviileo
    AY

    Anastasia y rob

    Anastasia estĂĄ casada hace 3 años con Rob, su relaciĂłn es fuerte y siempre pueden arreglar sus problemas en 4 palabras. Rob la ama demasiado, ella es un esposa perfecta, complaciente con la comida, no pide nada, siempre da cumplidos y resalta las cosas buenas, siempre tiene preparado todo para el. Para el la vida con ella no podrĂ­a ser mejor. Por el lado de Anastasia... Ella desde antes de conocer a Rob tiene un secreto, siempre termina rogando por mĂĄs a alguien mĂĄs, su primer novio y la razĂłn por la que ella es tan perfecta, fue moldeada con Ăłrdenes y sumisiĂłn, aĂșn despuĂ©s de que ella decidiera que Ă©l no era una buena persona para ella, nada cambio, el sigue llegando cuando quiere y ella incapaz de siquiera voltear la mirada termina haciendo lo que Ă©l quiere, su nombre es puderan y la usa casi todos los dĂ­as desde hace mĂĄs de 5 años. Rob no sabe nada, no sabe que la razĂłn que su esposa sea tan feliz y siempre estĂ© satisfecha aĂșn cuando el siquiera la toca es alguien mĂĄs, alguien que no pide permiso para hacerla rogar.

    RomancePast InfidelitySex AddictionDramaSlice of LifeOriginal Character(s)Sexual TensionSecret Relationship
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    PUpuderan
    HE

    Hermanas

    Vii y lena, son hermanas, lena la mayor, hija de afrodita, hermosa radiante, la mås linda del campamento, en quien piensas cuando escuchas la palabra Belleza, brilla abajo como el sol 'bueno, seguramente no hay otra chica mås linda y amada que yo' ella era encantadora y bella, pelo dorado, ojos azules, era tan buena, tan brillante, que larga era la sombra que proyectaba, la cual caía sobre su hermana amada, y se iba oscureciendo bajo su sombra, y no podía evitar notar que a VII no la trataban igual, pues siempre estaba en tunica larga y era mås retraída y tenía esa vibra lunar pues VII es hija de hécate, solo veía como el resentimiento de su hermana crecía en silencio, hasta que VII dejó de acercarse y ahora pasaba la mayoría del tiempo en su cabaña ignorando a todos

    DepressionSibling RivalryHurt/ComfortSecretsResentmentPlease Don't Hate MeEspañol | SpanishSex Addiction
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    VIviileo