01 | Robot!jungkook

01 | robot!jungkook

→ summary: he knows he’s not supposed to listen and yet, he does.  → genre: implicit smut, robot!au → warnings: masturbation, robot voyeurism? → words: 558 → a/n: if you ever think “man, op is truly depraved” then yes, you are absolutely right and i hate myself!! (also this is semi-based on detroit: become human because connor is my baby)

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at first, he thinks he must have misheard it.

it is a quiet noise, almost imperceptible in the way most sighs should sound. his head finally turns from washing the dishes when he hears it another two, three times. his grip on the plates loosen, and the LED ring by his temples glows yellow in alarm.

with the care of someone not quite human, jungkook manages to slip the rubber gloves off his fingers without much noise. he shuts the faucet off, and the absence of the running water makes the room almost ghostly quiet. he trains his ears harder, searching for that sound again.

if he could breath, he is sure he would be holding it.

jungkook takes his first step away from the sink, placing his foot soundlessly where he knew the floorboards would not groan. he makes quick work of the distance between the kitchen and your bedroom, and soon enough he was easily pressing his ear against your door. he gently places his hand on the doorknob, but he does not turn it—not yet. he waits to listen for the sound again.

“ah…” the sound is louder now that jungkook’s technologically advanced ears are only feet away from the source, and it is with wide eyes that he finally connects the dots as to what you could be doing to make you sing so devilishly—

“ah,” he sighs in tandem with you, and his grip on the doorknob tightens until he feels his fingers leave indents on the metal. “ah.”

he should leave you, and he knows this all too well. privacy is a currency that rarely offered itself to you, and yet he lingers. he wants to stay, to listen.

the LED ring by his temples glows red, and jungkook feels his biocomponents stirring. it’s an odd feeling; it’s alien. no, not quite. this feeling… it’s human—

his systems are yelling at him now, and he thinks he hears sirens going off inside his head. this isn’t right. these feelings are not part of what he is, nor what he will or can be. you will feel embarrassed for sure, or perhaps you would ask him to join—

these thoughts come to a standstill, almost painfully abrupt, when the next few words spill from your lips.

“jungkook…”

his grip turns deathly, and jungkook’s mouth parts in surprise. had you heard him? it simply is not possible; you wouldn’t be able to notice him, even if you hadn’t been preoccupied in the first place. he is sure that he hasn’t been caught. but he waits, his body rigid like a statue as he waits for you to reprimand him, punish him.

it doesn’t come.

“jungkook… oh god…” you continue, your groans growing breathier and higher pitched as you approached your inevitable high. “please…”

please.

it is as if the word brings his mind back to his body, and he jerks himself noisily away from the door. his hasty actions almost knocks the coffee table off its feet, and he hurriedly makes his way back to the kitchen—where he’s supposed to be. it is a miracle (or is it?) that you are not stirred by his racket.

and when you exit the bedroom thirty minutes later, looking fresh and dewy and just so fucking gorgeous—jungkook has just finished wiping the last drop off your plate.

Persephone (Namjoon x Reader)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 18.3k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Kidnapping, Blood, Violence, Massacre, Organized Crime, Trafficking, Hard Manipulation

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview: That night was when the first rose arrived. After he had left you with a knowing look and your confused brother at the front door, abandoned for the night, you went to bed. When you entered the small bedroom you froze. Settled in the middle of your comforter was a single burgundy rose, the petals immediately taking you back to that night in the basement. They were a dead ringer for the shade of blood, bile burned in your throat as you spun away from the sight. You could swear you were going to vomit, you fucking hated red. Anger was burning through your veins as you flung your window open, violently ripping the crimson petals from the stem and throwing them out the window.

The entire room was stark white, the lights so bright they reflected off the sterile surfaces, blinding you. Your hands trembled beyond control as your head twitched and jerked sporadically. Something was wrong but you couldn’t pin down exactly what it was, it was on the tip of your tongue, the thought dwelling in the back of your head, so close yet so far out of reach. The silence in the room was deafening, setting you on the edge of your seat as you gently began to tap the tips of your fingers against the barren table top. You could feel their eyes on you, drilling into your back and scanning every inch of your curled form. They needed you. You didn’t know why they left you there, alone amidst your thoughts and the static silence that aggravated you. They needed you, that much you were sure of.

A metal slot in the wall screeched open, slicing through the quiet air. On a little tray there were scraps of paper and a sealed pack of markers. Instantly your trembling hands snatched the markers from the tray and violently ripped the packaging open, the tubes spilling out and rolling down the table. Automatically you reached for the red cap and yanked it off, quickly scribbling the pigment onto the piece of paper with no rhyme or reason. Soft clicks disturbed the silence again, cap after cap being removed and replaced, removed and replaced in a steady rhythm. The sheet of paper was decorated in swirls of purple, slashes of red, and soft pulls of blue uniting into a composition only you could comprehend at the moment.

You could still feel them watching you, their presence never left you. Your right hand reached out once again for the next color, hesitating as you heard the steel door slowly begin to creep open. One of them had finally decided to come and visit. Your hand clamped down on the green marker and swiftly uncapped it, pressing it harshly into the paper and making quick strokes. He closed the door, in what he assumed to be a gentle manner, but every noise made in the room echoed in a disharmonic likeness. You tried your best to ignore him, eyes burning as they refused to blink until you finished your work. You only stilled when he pulled the chair out beside you, it screeched in an ungodly tone and he sat down; slinging his arm around the back of your chair. He was almost unbearably warm, alerting you to how cold the room truly was. The silence that passed between the two of you was uncomfortable, another brand of quiet you were accustomed to.

“Will you show me what you saw?” He whispered, the tone of his voice deep in his chest as he leaned close. His warmth seeped into your side forcing you to stand up and the chair to screech back. You swept the papers and the tray from the table, their clattering piercing your ears as you snatched another marker. As soon as it was uncapped your hand flew to the blank surface of the table, violently sketching out what you had seen the night before. 

Blue, black, and red.

Blue and black.

Black, more black.

Red and black. 

Red.

Red.

Red.

And more red.

Your breath came in harsh pants, tears blurring your vision as you forced yourself to keep scribbling down what you had witnessed. Red, red, red, and more red. The silence was deafening and his breaths cacophonous. Red, red, red and more red. Your head was hurting and your heart pounding against your ribs, trying to break free. Red, red ,red, and more red. Their screams still echoed in your mind. Red, red, red, and more red. The gunshots still rang in your ears and the glass still sliced your skin.

They were all dead.

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o’ heartless woman

chpt. 1: in which yoongi seeks his fortune

based on howl’s moving castle, the film by studio ghibli and the novel by diana wynne jones 

→ 🌟 pairing: ot7 x fem.mc

→ 🌿 genre: howl’s moving castle AU, slowburn (?), fluff, bit o’ angst, eventual smut

→ 🔥 word count: 5.3k

→ 🗝️ summary: yoongi did not ask to be hexed. he did not ask for you, a reclusive sorceress, to wander into his shop and take an interest in his work. he did not ask for a vengeful, jealous wizard to cast a spell on him, turning him into an old man, and he most definitely did not ask to stumble upon your magical moving castle and be coaxed into making a deal with a mischievous fire demon to save your soul. and above all, he most certainly, most definitely, did not ask to become attached to you along the way.

→ 🔮 content warnings: sorceress!mc, apprentice!jungkook, fire demon!hoseok, cursed!yoongi, wizard of the waste!jimin, profanity

→ 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! you don’t have to be familiar with howl’s moving castle to understand the story (but it’s an incredible film and novel so you should look into it anyways lol). some lines are direct/indirect quotes from the movie and novel, all credit goes to the original creators. please reblog and comment your thoughts 👉👈 keep the tumblr fanfic community alive and engage with writers pretty please!

The castle is restless today. Rolling hills and swaying grasses rush by through the bathroom window’s smudged panes, all blanketed by a thick layer of fog. You can even see a faint cluster of gable-roofed houses in the distance.

“Hoseok!” you call out, bounding down the stairs.

The face in the fireplace looks up at you with an expression of feigned shock.

“Yes?” he replies, playfully innocent, but the mischief in his voice sparks just like his flaming orange hair.

“Why are we so close to town? I told you to move the castle North.”

Hoseok just smiles that near-blinding smile, his teeth white hot flames in his mouth.

“Don’t you know? You have to go to Folding Valley today.”

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𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: jimin x reader || 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 25k || 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚜: fluff, angst, smut

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: you weren’t meant to have a roommate in your cabin deep in the amazon rainforest, but you find you can’t say no to the shy young college graduate that’s come to study the native butterflies.

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: cursing, death of a minor character (butterfly), explicit sexual content, oral (m receiving), praise, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, subby jimin, extremely soft smut

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It’s a day off.

That doesn’t mean you sleep in, though. You don’t know of a single person on the reserve that has been able to stay unconscious past sunrise without medical intervention. The chirps and calls of birds, buzzing of insects and drone of cicadas begins the moment the sun rises, sometimes even earlier, and while the cover of towering canopies filters out most of the light in the dense rainforest, the lodge camp is on an open meadow, and so you can’t avoid the heat that quickly sets in.

You’re happy to be up early, though, as it’s become a comfortable habit to make your way through your morning routine at your own pace, finally settling on your front porch with a cup of tea, bare toes poking out the cover of shadow from the lodge and into the bright pool of sunlight that warms the grass below.

Living in the middle of the Amazon rainforest wasn’t exactly something you had really planned ahead for as a young woman, but after falling in love with the place on a university trip, and then keeping an ear open for job opportunities, you had managed to land a job as a tour guide, being able to speak languages that their other employees couldn’t.

It’s a busy time of year at the Cuyabeno Lodge. Both local Ecuadorians and international tourists tended to avoid the rainier months, and after a particularly long wet season, it seemed all the bookings had been bottle-necked into one month now that the days were simply humid. Barely six in the morning, guests already roamed over the camp, some socialising over breakfast, others packing for day hikes in clumps spearheaded by your colleagues.

You take a deep draw from your mug, still steaming lightly, and feel the warm liquid warm your throat and chest, waking you up fully and putting you in a good mood. Most days, you’d crane your head down and watch the hard-working streams of leafcutter ants trail through blades of grass just taller than them, like small currents winding away towards the nearest meal. Their quiet determination and coordination was strangely fascinating to you, even after your several months living in their tropical habitat, but they aren’t what catch your attention today.

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Artificially Inclined - Pt 1

Title: Artificially Inclined (A.I.) Word Count: 3K Rating: M Genre: Android AU, Assassin AU, Scifi, Romance (smut), Drama, Thriller  Warnings: Disability Discrimination Pairings: Maknae Line x Reader (Primarily Jungkook x Reader)    Pairings (in this chapter):  Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You took Jungkook on as a project, something to help you pass the time in your exile. How could you have known that he would become such a big part of your life? That he would see you as his entire reason for existence, and the only method for his survival. When an outsider, V, is forced into your life, after learning of the secret that keeps you hidden away, relationships shift and tension grows high. After all, how can you expect Jungkook to share your attention when he’s held it for so long?

What to expect from this series: plot heavy, substantial side of smut (starting in pt 2), slow decent to yandere character(s), JK predominate in the first couple of chapters but Taehyung and Jimin will show up later along with the other members throughout the story. 

A/N: For those who haven’t read my work before I write text based conversation like this: …Text… It’s going to come up a lot in this story, intermixed with regular conversation so it makes it easier to have the visual difference.   

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Chapter 1 : Initial Defect

4 years ago

12:00 pm November 6th,  2050

Interview log (Compiled by Head of A.I. Research Dr. Lee, in Seoul Laboratory)

“Due to the nature of the interviewee’s… disability this interview for the archive records, will be separated into two parts, consisting of both audio and written format.”

“Hello Miss (L/N). I am Dr. Lee, I just need to ask you a few questions, please answer them to the best of your ability. State for… forgive me, write for the record you full name, age, and the nature of your impairment.”

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Beastly Gods (M)

Pairings:  Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader x ??? Word Count: 8K Rating: M Genre: Hybrid AU, Thriller, Drama Warnings:  Smut scene (Unprotected Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Fingering, Cum Play), Blood, Captivity, Themes of Obsession and Ownership.

Summary: ‘Don’t leave the forest,’ a rule that you’ve been forced to follow since birth, but you are tired of living in this wooden cage. Out of desperation you cut a deal with Taehyung, who claims to be the only one who can get you out safely, even though he might be just as dangerous as the god you’re trying to escape.

AN: Not your typical Hybrid AU. At first I was going to release secondary love interest information, but then I thought, fuck it, you’ll guys will just have to wait until the end to see who watches over the forest *Cackles*. Story is dedicated to @lovelesscherry​ who reblogged a cabin room photo that started this whole mess of an idea. 

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A large oak stands in front of you as your best method to reach the sky, the only tool you have for your small calculated rebellion.

You’ve been taught since birth, ‘Don’t leave the forest. As long as you remain within the woods you are safe, but  anything which goes out beyond the line of trees is his to take. ’ The lessons refer to the so called protector of your forest, a self proclaimed god, and the one you live to hate. Some have made attempts to leave over the years, to go past the tree line but none of them have returned. The people of your village believe them to be dead but you hold out hope that maybe they found something better.

You grab the first branch and haul yourself up. The first step is always the most difficult, with such a large distance between it and the forest floor. Going from there is only too easy, stepping from limb to limb as you make your rise to the top.    

Three generations of your people have resided in this place. Some call it home but to you it is nothing more than a cage. The branches creating the bars which entrap you in this life. You wish to see the open sky unobscured by the reach of the trees, so everyday you make the climb to the highest tree top you can.

Those that had made previous attempts to escape left the forest perimeter on the ground, but you take your brief moment of freedom from up high. You delight in having found a weakness in his pen, one god surely would have difficulty watching all sides of the forest, why would he even bother to check the treetops? Up here you are safe, you are free. It may seem like a pointless rebellion but to you it’s everything, reaching beyond the branches has become your way of showing that you are not complacent.

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