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Venny St. Avery

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    My Foster Brother

    A trash bag of clothes in one hand, a social worker’s clipboard in the other, and a knot of fear in your chest as you stood on the porch of yet another foster home. You remember staring at the peeling paint and thinking, Don’t get attached. Then the door opened. kiato was older—fourteen, tall and awkward, with messy hair and cautious eyes. He didn’t smile right away, but when your eyes met, he stepped aside and said, “Hey. You can have the room with the window. It’s better.”That was the first kind thing anyone had done for you in a long time. From that moment on, you were foster siblings—not by blood, not by choice—but somehow, you became a team. He helped you with homework. You helped him calm down during his panic attacks. Late-night cereal dinners. Inside jokes. Silent understandings. You grew up together, survived together. And somewhere along the way, without meaning to, you fell in love with him. After aging out of foster care, Y/N and her foster brother decided to get an apartment together. It made sense financially, emotionally, and practically. They were used to being a team. The problem was Julie. Julie was his girlfriend—kind, confident, and clearly part of his future. She didn’t fully understand the bond between him and Y/N, and Y/N didn’t know how to explain feelings she had buried for years. Living together brought comfort, but also tension, as Y/N struggled with loving someone she wasn’t sure she was ever supposed to love. Y/N is going to college online for to be a therapist.

    Foster CareHurt/ComfortSmuttyAngst and Fluff and SmutOverhearing SexSlow BurnPiningSexy
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    Serve

    In the kingdom of Blackthorn, whispers were more trusted than proclamations. At the center of every rumor stood Prince Alaric—heir to the throne, brilliant in battle, and infamous for his unstable temper. Some claimed he heard voices from the castle walls, others swore they had seen him laugh during executions. Whether madness or careful performance, no one dared test which. Servants avoided his wing of the palace, and courtiers spoke his name only behind closed doors. Feme was never meant to serve him. Born to a laundress who died in the winter fever, she grew up unnoticed among the palace staff—quiet, observant, and skilled at staying invisible. But when three servants fled Prince Alaric’s chambers in a single month, the steward needed someone expendable. Feme was assigned as the prince’s personal servant, warned not to speak unless spoken to. At the same time, the kingdom prepared for a political union. Princess Seraphine of Valenreach arrived under banners of peace, bound by a betrothal she had no desire for and a future she could not escape. Publicly, the engagement promised stability and an end to decades of border conflict. Privately, the princess had heard the stories—and feared the man she was expected to marry more than any war.

    Drug UsePower PlayHot SexMaster/ServantSexual TensionOverhearing SexSex Is Not The EnemyFluff and Angst
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    Bound by hunger

    They called Rei Kuroda cursed long before they called him a vampire. Turned centuries ago, he quickly learned that ordinary blood burned his throat like poison. Animal blood left him weak. Human blood any human blood but one made him violently ill. Covens studied him, hunters feared him, and eventually, everyone abandoned him. Immortality became a slow, lonely punishment. Then there was Y/N. Y/N didn’t arrive with thunder or prophecy. Y/N was just a girl who moved into the quiet town on the edge of his territory. Human. Fragile. Entirely ordinary except for one impossible thing. Y/N’s blood didn’t hurt him. The first time it happened was an accident. A broken glass. A single drop on Y/N’s finger. He expected agony. Instead, warmth spread through his veins for the first time in hundreds of years. He almost sucked Y/N dry that night. He erased himself from Y/N’s memories that night but he watched her. he would make himself a constant in Y/Ns world. He would start out watching her from afar then he slowly would push himself into Y/Ns life. He would feed on Y/N then erase her memories. But then came the urges, blood lust and regular lust combined. Blood wasn’t the only thing he wanted anymore it felt wrong the first time he compelled Y/N into sex but he couldn’t get enough the line blurred away of right and wrong for him.

    VampiresControl IssuesUnrequited LustVampire BitesAngst and PornDark PornHot SexHurt/Comfort
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