"Spread your legs for a lollipop." #5 in FANFICTION✓ © sujinniie 2019-2020 ✓

A story of seven incubi who haunt your new dorm...

》i can taste her lipstick 《 (extended one shot) (completed)

"you like that don't you slut" "yes" or in which jungkook gets fucked by Mr.kim infront of the classroom. boy o boy.

the text messages between a girl who doesn't care for labels and a boy who is labeled worldwide as the hottest male alive and it all started from a simple wrong number situation READ AT YOUR OWN RISK LOL

Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.

"You are the only guy I've ever liked, and will ever like." Includes: - succ - drugs - angsty moments - gayness || completed

He pressed me against the wall his hands holding my wrists. All I could hear was his raspy breathing in my ear. "Open your eyes angel, this world is cold and a fragile thing like you is what it loves the most" Jimin whispered letting me go. Leaving me alone in the dark night. I watched as he left not turning once to see if I was still alive. He was the broken boy. Like shards of sharp glass impaling me. deeper, until I was nothing but a pool of my own blood. Choi Yuri is like any other normal girl. She's smart. She's pretty. She's got a handsome boyfriend. She's a girl with no flaws. No dirty secrets to hide. She is what Park Jimin considers an angel. She was the opposite of Park Jimin. A boy who was damaged. A boy who was abandoned before he could walk. Death was an everyday casualty to him. Hate was normal. Cruel and cold were his only golden traits. They only share one thing in common, music. What happens when the two meet? Can Choi Yuri fix the broken boy before she shatters?

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]