Part 3 of the Dark Kids Series 18+ ✅ Completed Y/n is a college freshmen working part time at a rundown store. Lee Minho is the fuck boy and bully who constantly harasses her. However, This is not your average smutty bad boy love affair. And I bet you thought I'd covered every dark topic and burnt off all the toxicity there is to conjure. Minho is much more dangerous than you think.. And you walked into something you can't go back from. You can run from the Devil... but you can not runaway from a God. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • #3 in Calamity • #1 in Boygroup • #9 in kpopfanfic • #2 in kpopgroups • #18 in LeeKnow |There is no order to the Dark Kid Series. Start at any Part| WARNING!: This story may or may not include a lot of sexual activity, mentions of death, and other very bad even controversial topics. You are highly advised to step away if triggered easily. **Please note I just own the story. Not to mention, it is only made for the fun for my readers and I!

"Goodnight Meddows" I thought that'd be the last time I saw Roger Taylor, boy was I wrong. Evie is a fashion student who by chance attends a queen concert. Everything changes for her as she becomes close with queen. Roger takes a shine to her, but will a man from her past ruin everything? *Smut warning* Cover by @Deppheadunion

You and Steven Adler met in eighth grade, back when you two were just 14 years old. Ever since then, you've always spent time with each other, being happy, messing around, and being the immature, but adorable duo you guys always were. It's 1986, when this beautiful story starts out. Steven was invited to be in a band called Guns N' Roses. However, he didn't wanna be in it, without you. You know how to play bass, so he decided, with maybe enough persuasion, and good use of that cute smile of his, he could get you in as an extra bassist. And surprise! He got you in! To celebrate, you two decide to have a sleepover at your place. Read on, and fall in love.

Just a book filled with Vance Hopper x Reader stories :)

I have a problem. Maybe we all have a problem. Liking murderers and psychopaths. Pretty privilege at its finest. Edit: I don't want to do Jason from Friday 13th. I had genuine criticisms of the first film and couldn't bring myself to watch the rest. It would be unfair to you for me to try to write about Jason whilst not having seen the films and personally not liking him. Warning: contains slight sexual language, depictions of violent and graphic scenes, swearing and slight drug use. May trigger people with extreme paranoia or anxiety. All POVs are from the perspective of a genderfluid, unnamed and unknown character. There is no description of them. Feel free to self insert. There is no smut. I take a long fucking time to update because I can't be arsed. But I have many chapters that are like almost done that will someday be published. I just have the attention span of a goldfish and can't focus on writing unless I really really want to.

Dove has only spent a week moving into her new town when she finds herself running into, quite literally, the only boy in school who is more of an asshole than she is. Her hopes of keeping up her normalcy go down the drain when an arrow lands in her yard that same afternoon, and she finds herself entering into Kevin Khatchadourian's deadly little game. It leads to far more banter and memorable moments than either of them expected, but with great amusement comes greater loss, and Dove didn't expect the boy she cared about to also be the most dangerous one she'd ever met. But of course, even the devil can be a bit lovely, don't you think? - I figured. He was a teenage boy, of course he just wanted to mess with me. "I was bored, and you ran into me. I figured miss stuck-up could do with a little annoyance in her life," I huffed, glaring at him, "You ran into me! And I di-" He caught me off with laughter, pointing at me slightly with his bow, "See? You're doing it again. You do a little huff when you're mad, it's dumb." I opened my mouth to yell at him, but instead I closed it. I mentally counted backwards from ten, and sighed softly. "Alright, since you're bored I guess you won't mind me leaving, dumbass." I moved to go past him, our shoulders touching when he grabbed my wrist, tugging me back so I was facing him. We were so close to each other I had to look up to face him, my eyes widened, "What are you-" "I told you I was bored, didn't I, sweetheart?" He looked down at me, the grin that remained on his lips kept me still when the rest of me was told to run. Still, he leaned down, my body relaxing as I closed my eyes. I let myself fall into the trap, if only for a few seconds, as our lips brushed against one another. And then my phone rang. (Yes this is a Kevin Khatchadourian Fan Fic, no you don't need to read the whole book to understand or watch the movie but if you'd like to, you're free to do so!)

Buncha imagines of The king, and the cutie.