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The various faces I make reading ANY GOOD SMUT @philiaphobist

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“Do you see this man?” I see MY man. 😭😭😭💗

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Don’t Let Go {A} 💫

Warnings: angst, death, gore, fluff (later chapters), slow burn, Jungkook x Reader, TWD!Au, zombies, cannibalism, murder.

Chapter One

The heavy pitter-patter of rain is what awoke you, eyes stinging from being closed for so long.

Your throat ached, and you rolled over to glance at your alarm clock, clicking your tongue at the time;

4:07am.

Mumbling about how stupid your brain and sleep schedule is sometimes, you creep downstairs to get a sip of water, trying your best not to wake your family.

Apparently, they were already gone, noticing how their bedroom door was cracked open, and from the little slither of room you could see, it was empty.

Sighing, you trudge down the stairs towards the kitchen, when the breeze stops you.

Your front door is wide open, and not only that, but there were footprints leading to your living room.

You watched enough horror movies to know how stupid it would be to call out into the air, alerting the intruder of your presence, so instead, you crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, attempting to arm yourself.

Instead of making it to the countertop, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, and a inhuman moan pierce your ears.

You whipped around and saw your father.

"Oh dad, thank god! You scared me! Somethings wrong, I think someone is.."

You stopped mid sentence, getting a good look at your 'father' if you could even call him that.

This wasn't your father.

And that thought was punctuated with the lunge it took towards you, mouth open wide trying to get a bite of your flesh.

You screamed and shoved away, falling back onto your butt and shuffling backwards towards the nearest walls.

It stumbled towards you, arms outstretched and hands formed into claws.

The shock faded and you crawled to your left, scrambling up and running, not paying attention to what was in front of you, you ran right out of your house and down the street, panting and out of breath.

You kept running until your house was no longer in view, or in other words, you only stopped outside of your high school.

Which, in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea if you didn't wanna shit yourself.

Literally thousands, and you meant thousands, of zombies were coming your way, from the east.

You groaned and ran into the school, more than shocked to find the first floor completely empty, but if you wanted to get out of sight, it would probably be best to go up until at least the third story.

You glanced over your shoulder, the horde already breaking through the front doors, and you wasted no time in climbing the stairs, two at a time, until you came face to face with your Econ room. And without much thought, you barged inside, looking for a way out and a hiding place.

And you saw it.

The book closet, small but enough.

You almost broke your neck, stumbling over the desks and chairs, making way too much noise for your comfort, and swinging the door open, right as the horde hit the third floor, you snuck inside, and closed it as quietly as you could, backing up into the space until your body hit something hard.

Something warm.

You almost screamed at the arm that wrapped around your waist and the hand clasped over your mouth.

You struggled and squirmed until a deep voice spoke low and clear;

'Relax, it's me. It's Jeongguk.'

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Sex with Jungkook

(During & After)

• what's a gentle? • literally no remorse • probably the type to slide in nice and slow • but then once he feels the wetness and warmth • Jesus • no fucks given anymore • hip thrusting like 'Baepsae' is playing • no fr tho • have you seen him dance? • probably fucks as intensely as he dances • and his thighs • fuck • I can see him hooking his arms under your legs and resting them on his thighs • or • this fucker could throw them over his shoulder • moans a lot • very vocal • moans are actually sexy as fuck coming from men so don't @ me thanks • groans a lot • growls • I can see him being the type to bite • hickies • no but like for days bro • pretty sure he tries to suck the skin off you • i see him biting ear lobes too • dirty talk • probably not like the first time he has sex • he'd be shy and a lost little baby • but once you show him what to do • and he knows he's doing it right • it's over • you know that thing he does • where he furrows his brows and bites his lip 

• also while your sucking him off • head holder • makeshift ponytails • literally will face fuck you • head tilted back, moaning your name • "Y/nnnnn" • daddy Jeon • I call him that for a fucking reason • I used to think Jeon Jeongguk was a bottom • nO • I was wrong • so wrong • hates when you try to keep your mouth shut • disobeying him? • 10 swats in each cheek • ass redder than your panties • loves kissing • easily another way to dominate • if he can't fuck You at the moment • guess what • you ride his thighs

• until you cum • soaking his jeans • "you've made a mess baby, clean it up. on your knees now~" • loves when you cum first • you don't really have a choice to be completely honest

After • back to being the sweetest little baby • face kisses and cuddles for days • "I wasn't too rough was I Jagiya?" • 'I love you' s for hours • you lay on top of him and his hands rest on your lower back • traces invisible patterns on your skin. • overall • he'd a big ball of fluff afterwards • probably looks and your hickies and smirks • won't let you cover them up • sleep for a few hours • he wakes up hard? • oh okay • Round 2 bro

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Twenty Seven {A}

Jeongguk x Reader

Warnings: Angst, character death, blood, blood mentions, mystery, thriller, horror, graphic descriptions of violence, murder, assault, gang!au, druglord!jungkook, mafia!au.

Part 3 of ?

Part Four???

Jeongguk's POV

He couldn't hear anything.

He couldn't feel anything.

All his vision picked up was the flatlining of the monitor, the nurses and doctors working over your body, and the pounding of his own heart.

What if he had really lost you?

Jungkook sniffed lightly, and stood up.

Giving orders for them to call if there's a change in anything, Jungkook takes off, destination pointedly to his warehouse.

~

Pulling into his bunker garage, he enters and immediately goes to his research room, searching  'Twenty Seven' and the significance of it.

'Twenty-Seven Poems From The Flowers of Evil'.

Jungkook tilted his head and clicked the link.

His heart stuttered at what he saw.

'Twenty-Seven is a number that cults used in the 18th century to hunt and tease their victims. They used rhymes and poems to leave clues about their next victims or, if they chose to kidnap them, they left the number carved into their bodies, usually in the undersides of the arms, legs, and occasionally in the victims hip area. The 27's or 'The Veintisiete's" were orginated in Mexico and based off demonic folktale.'

*hm hm hm hm*

His phone vibrated.

Jungkook swiped a hand down his face and closed all the tabs, picking up his phone and putting it to his ear.

"Hello?"

'Mr.Jeon? Hi, this is Hopewell Rehabilitation Center. We're calling about your wife, Jeon Y/n ? We have some news..'

Jungkook's breath stuttered in his lungs, heart clenching in anticipation.

'We resuscitated her, she's alive and she's okay. The breathing tube malfunctioned so we had to remove it, she's breathing on her own now, But there's someone her to visit her.'

"Who?"

'He said his name is Mr. Nijunana?'

Nijunana?

Jungkook stood up abruptly, eyes going wide.

Twenty Seven in Japanese.

"Whatever you do, do NOT let him near Y/n. He's dangerous. I'll be there soon. I want top security all around her room and inside, stay with her. I'm on my way. And..If any hair on her head is out of place, I swear to god, it'll be hell to pay."

To be continued...

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Twenty Seven {A}

Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut (???), fluff (in later chapters)

Warnings: Angst, character death, blood, blood mentions, graphic descriptions of violence, murder, assault, gang!au, druglord!jungkook, mafia!au.

Part 1 of ?

Part Two HERE

Sighing loudly to himself, Jungkook shoved his keys into his door, only to find it was unlocked.

Y/n probably forgot, he scowled.

Groaning, and pushing the door open, he steps into the quiet penthouse, locking the heavy door behind him, and stepping into the kitchen, only to find his plate, covered in plastic and a note sitting on top.

The note read:

Baby, I know you're coming home late, and I know how tired you'll be. So, I made your favorite Korean dish! I'll be sleep by the time your reading this, so in case you didn't know, you're my everything. I'm so sorry, and don't forget how much I love you! ~Y/n.

His brows furrowed at "I'm so sorry", but he didn't think too much about it, and instead opted to just sit down and enjoy the amazing dinner you made him.

While he ate, he scrolled through his missed calls and messages, and he had twenty seven missed calls from you.

Twenty seven?

He swore loudly at the time the calls were apart from.

You called him literally every minute, and this was only an hour ago.

He stood up abruptly, making the chair he was sitting in fall back with a loud thud.

He rushed towards the back of the apartment, keeping his ears and eyes open, hand resting on his gun.

Once he reached the closed bedroom door, he grabbed the handle and quietly pushed the door open, sighing in relief when he saw no one else in the room.

But the bathroom light was on, and he couldn't hear you moving around.

He stepped into the room, towards the bathroom and pushed that door open too, and almost instantly he became nauseous.

Not because of a smell or anything, but what he saw.

There you were, in the bathtub, multiple stab wounds and beaten up.

Not just beaten up, fucking abused.

Your right eye was swollen to a slit, nose bleeding and possibly broken, leg twisted at a sickening angle, hair matted with blood, lips busted, cheeks taking on a faint shade of purple and black, and your head HAD to be fractured from the blood pouring from it.

His stomach hurt.

Not just hurt, but twisted, everything twisted.

He felt a slight pang of fear, and leaped over to the tub, dragging you out of it and into his arms, brushing your hair out your face, careful of your injuries.

You wheezed at him, body hurting at the sudden movements, and Jungkook almost dropped you out of fear.

Jungkook: "Baby," He choked out, "What the f-fuck? Who d-did this to you?"

You coughed and whined, throat to raw from the screaming of earlier to actually speak to him, you weren't even sure how you haven't passed out yet, let alone die.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing his brother, Namjoon.

The phone rang three times before it was answered, and Namjoon cursed Kook out for the better half of a minute, before he heard Jungkook's sobbing.

Namjoon: "Kook? What's wrong?"

"HYUNG! H-HYUNG" he cried, "Y/n! It's Y/n! Help me PLEASE!"

Namjoon sat up in his bed, awaking Yoongi who was sleeping on the couch.

Namjoon: "What? What's wrong with bunny? What happened?! Jungkook answer me!"

Jungkook couldn't hear anything, because downstairs there was a faint crash, and glass shattering and he looked down at you.

Holding the receiver close to his mouth, he murmured out "Hyung, get here. They aren't done with her." And hung up.

Not sure if Namjoon actually heard him, he shrugged it off and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom closet and up to the connected attic.

When he tried to leave, you whined softly and grabbed his arm, begging silently.

"Kook please, they'll kill you.", you said, barely above a whisper.

He looked down at you, adoration swimming in his dark, cold orbs at you.

Even mutilated and beaten, you were beautiful to him.

"I won't die tonight, Y/n. Those fucks are going to regret ever touching you, princess. I just need you to do one thing for me; Stay Awake."

You stared at him, and Jungkook kissed your forehead, and you nodded, licking your cracked and bloody lips.

"You better fucking come back to me."

He kissed you, hard and passionate.

"I will. I fucking swear to you, babygirl, I'll come back."

And with that he left, quickly but quietly.

You don't know how long you stayed up there, cold and fading in and out, but you heard seven faint pops, and silence.

Your eyes squeezed shut, and Jungkook was back, pulling you into his embrace.

You coughed up blood, and he brushed your hair softly, singing into your ear.

"Just hold on, a little longer for me baby."

You murmured, "I'm so tired, Kookie."

And then everything stopped as the blackness inhaled your existence, and you were gone into oblivion.

Jungkook held you close until Bangtan came and got you both.

Jin, being the medical expert said you should've been dead a long time ago, but instead you fought.

He told Jungkook that the amount stab wounds should've been fatal, and when Jungkook asked how many it was, his blood ran ice cold.

Twenty Seven.

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You Belong To Me {M}

Warnings: angst, smut, graphic smut descriptions, graphic language, Jungkook being a complete asshole, dom!sub undertones, rude language, crude jokes, oral (both), light bondage, dirty talk, swearing, this is SENSITIVE content.

You can find part two HERE.

You curled up on the couch, deciding against going to the BTS concert.

Recently, you butted heads with Jungkook, and didn't really feel like being in his presence.

For a fuck buddy, he was pretty cold and distant besides when he was buried into you.

For example, your birthday was last week right?

Right.

And where was your bestfriend/fuckbuddy?

Or you know, at IU's house, getting drunk, and partying.

You? 

Oh at home of course waiting for him.

So not only did he completely forget about you in general, he came home pissed at you for not answering his calls or text messages.

Some nerve, right?

Right.

Could you really blame him though?

You two were only fuck buddies.

Nothing more, Nothing less.

But, oh how you wanted it to be more.

Jungkook wouldn't even give you the time of day. He showed no compassion towards you.

The only time he was even remotely romantic was in bed, and maybe not even then.

So you've decided something.

Might as well break this shit off before it gets to serious.

Flashback:

You were dozing off on the couch completely forgetting about having to talk to Jungkook, when you heard the door to your apartment open. You paid no attention. knowing well who it was and what they wanted.

To bad, I'm not in the fucking mood.

Jungkook: "Y/nnnn." he whispered, so close to your ear that you could smell his breath.

Y/n: "Jungkook, I'm not in the fucking mood." you hiss, mushing his face away from you.

He huffs, and grabs your wrists, yanking you up.

Jungkook: "Are you still stuck on that shit from last week. Get over it. It's not like your my first priority anyways. Why would I be so worried about your birthday if we aren't even together?" He growls, lashing out at me.

I snatch my arms from his hold, and shove him.

He barely moved. *Jfc*

Y/n: :"Why the fuck are you in my house then?! All you want is my body, right?! Well sucks, because it's not for you anymore. I don't belong to you and you don't belong to me. So get the fuck out, and delete my fucking number... NOW!" I screamed, pointing at my front door.

He rolled his eyes and stormed off, calling out one last thing before he slammed my front door.

Jungkook: "It's not like your the best pussy out here. I'll find someone else, like always."

And then he was gone.

*End of flashback*

It's been almost two months since that encounter with Jungkook.

You still see him around of course, but i's only because of how close you are with the rest of BTS.

You barely even pay attention to him now.

Your over it.

******

Recently, you've been on this dating app (Not Tinder bro LMAOO) and some guy had messaged you, and you decided to give him a chance.

It's been maybe two weeks since you've starting talking to him, and BTS was eager to meet him, so why not.

Y/n: "I'm so excited for you to meet them. Their like my second family, and are the closest friends I have. You'll love them." You smiled intertwining your hands in his while walking to the dorms.

He nodded and spoke back to you, but you barely caught it because Taehyung was running full speed ahead at both of you, and as soon as he reached the two of you, he scooped you up in his arms and swung you around laughing.

Taehyung: "Y/nnnnnn!!!! I miss you!!!" he yelled, then showed his cute box smile and giggled at you.

******

*At the dinner table*

Namjoon: "So, Y/n how long have you and Luhan (Sorry Kayla :** ) been together?" he asked, smiling at you two.

Y/n: "Two weeks.." And you could barely finish before you heard a unentertained snort from down the length of the table.

Jungkook.

Jungkook: "Such a long time. Luhan would you be interested in knowing, I used to fu-"

Namjoon: "Jungkook, quiet!" he snapped.

Luhan: "No it's quite alright" he glanced at me "Finish."

I silently begged Jungkook not to do this.

Not now.

He smirked and inhaled.

Jungkook: "Did you know that your precious little Y/n used to be a total slut for me." he grinned widely, staring at Luhan.

Luhan snapped his head towards me and back to Jungkook, contemplating.

Luhan: "Your lying." he spoke, unconvinced.

Jungkook chuckled darkly.

Jungkook: "Lying? Oh no. I've fucked her many times. On the bus, in the subway, on the kitchen table, fingered her in a restaurant, actually in the seat next to you, and I've had her suck my dick in a public restroom. Her body yearned for me. I doubt it'll ever do the same for you. Hell, she probably still gets wet at the sound of my voice." He smirked

Luhan stands up and glares at me.

Luhan: "Whore." And then he turns, and leaves.

Y/n: "Luhan! Luhan, please!" I called after him.

All of BTS was shocked at the Maknae and what he'd just done.

I was thinking of what to do, when I heard Jungkook outright laugh.

I whipped my head to him and lost it.

Y/n: "What the fuck is the matter with you?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, YOU ASSHOLE?!" I shouted, not caring who heard me.

Jin: "Y/n, please calm down." he spoke softly.

The entire restaurant was looking at our table.

Jungkook: "Because.. I felt like it." He said harshly.

Then he pulled something out his pocket and threw it at me.

My thong from the first time we had sex.

Everyone started laughing.

He smirked.

Everyone's laughing faded into the background as what Jungkook said fell into your brain, then into your heart.

You stood up and tears finally fell.

Y/n: Goodbye, Jungkook." you whispered, sobbing lightly.

You walked home.

You couldn't bear to see his face ever again.

Why did he always do this?

Why did he have to ruin your life?

Why..?

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you're so cute!!!! why is peter pan always flying??? he never lands!!! ~ 🌻☕️🐝

Thank you so much omg this is so swEEt! and i have no id-

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