Declan Stone, known for his flirty and playboy ways, has his life turned upside down when the playful, know-it-all Kai Coachman finds himself invading his life and stirring up emotions Declan never knew he had. Declan would make it known to all what he wanted. And what he wanted was Kai.

Jungkook is a fearlessly confident, sheltered king. He's young, full of youth and pride, no soul could ever touch a hair on his head - until he clashed with another strong willed soul of cold, who changed his entire world, and taught him the meaning of fear. Anger and Passion. -Love with you is a so cold A rollercoaster that doesn't get old. Our climax is dallied. Our fall is always horrendous. But, I'm not worried. 'Cause baby we're endless.- ©Angelic-THE-Goddess

CHIVALRY IS DEAD | TAEKOOK Somewhere between 'fuck you' and 'I'd fuck you.' Somewhere between 'go fuck yourself' and 'no, wait, let me do it.' GOLDENCLOSETFICS © 2018 Genre(s): enemies-to-lovers au, romcom, drama, angst, mature themes.

Two boys in the 1980s from conservative families shouldn't be falling in love, especially when being homosexual is still considered a disease. But as sinful as it is, sometimes even the most wrongful of things are worth fighting for. a taekook fanfiction. inspired by boy erased & the miseducating of cameron post HIGHEST RANKING: kookv #1

Have you ever met a rich family? The kind from the movies. You know with the enormous house and expensive cars and the extended driveway that has a fancy fountain? What about a rich boy? The kind from the big screen with the perfect hair who happens to be the owner and driver of a luxurious sports car, and a smile that makes your heart melt. Have you ever wondered if they actually have any flaws? Are they really that perfect? The life of a rich teenage boy is something most people envy, but perhaps it's not what it seems. Maybe the boy from the novels isn't perfect. Maybe the boy from the movies only shows what he's supposed to. Maybe his life is just a facade. The boy from the movies could be Will Lockwood, living the life most people dream of, surrounded by the type of people everyone just simply adores. However, the boy from the big screen may find himself living a not so perfect life when something, or someone, changes everything. Or Where rich boy Will Lockwood is the youngest of three brothers and happens to find himself in a tricky situation when he meets his oldest brother's best friend, Parker Hayes. COMPLETED #1 Gayfiction 04/02/21 #2 Boyxboy 12/10/21 #1 Gay 10/06/21

From the start Josh had never thought this could happen to him, but this is what happens when you get caught masturbating in the locker room after a tournament. I mean c'mon! Steaming muscly angry men grabbing at each other repeatedly? Wrestling will do that to you... It led him to Cris, and a blooming romance apparently. Pure smut, and drama.

"We're all addicted to something," Hoseok says, leaning closer to the expressionless male. "Mine, now, just happens to be you." In which Jung Hoseok is a raging sex addict and fucks any human he sees. Min Yoongi is a masochist, someone who gets pleasure off of humiliation and pain when in bed. Yoongi doesn't know it, but he will soon fall into deep shit with this addict. Hoseok doesn't realize that Yoongi will be more than just a one time thing. WILL HAVE MATURE TOPICS 16 + Hit 1 Million June 14, 2020

"And who in the hell are you?" "I...I'm y-your q-queen..." ... Or where, a sweet boy Louis is marked to be married off to the prince of his country from the day he was born. Too bad Prince Benjamin wasn't informed that his wife was a male. Stuck in an undesirable and utterly unhappy union, will Louis accept his fate and change the jerk prince for the better? Will King-to-be Benjamin fall for his shy and adorable fiancé? Or will he drive him away? ... Some humour, some angst and romance all around. ... Cover by the lovely @vastheavens

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.