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.

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DISCLAIMER : This does not represent the personality of the real life counterparts of the characters used. I do not intend to glorify toxic behavior. I do not own BTS ( :(((((  )

PAIRING : Jungkook x Reader

Warnings : Yandere themes, mentions of hunting animals (kindly mention any others that I might’ve missed in the comments.)

Summary : As the arrival of a new stranger brings prosperity into the village for many, it brings with it dread and misery for one - you.

A/N : I don’t know how this came out to be honest. Hope you like it!

-Aani

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Gold thread weaving over the white cloth, meandering throughout the sleeves of it’s pale canvas. The fabric laid over a wide wooden table, two ends of which were broken, creating a hazard for the young woman hunched over it, holding a needle in her nimble fingers.

Tired hands smoothed away pieces of unruly hair that escaped from her poorly secured bun. These rebellious strands fell into the girl’s eyes. This was a recipe for disaster since the woman in question required absolute focus in her as a seamstress. One wrong turn of a finger and she would not only ruin weeks worth of hardwork but also break the heart of the poor woman who looked forward to wearing the piece in the upcoming village festival.

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ot7 / namjoon / seokjin / yoongi / hoseok / jimin / taehyung / jungkook.

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code red | yandere!jimin au

pairing: doctor!jimin x reader {f}

genre: yandere

warnings: heavy and dark themes, ( TW; mentions of drug abuse & addiction ) graphic language, smut, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, power abuse in medical setting, kidnapping

word count: 12.7k

summary: Your new doctor is more than determined to take care of his favorite patient…

A/N; I apologize if I did misuse any medical terminology i actually did do some research beforehand but there might be typos because it’s not edited completely yet. i had this idea for a while now but im a bit iffy about it, please let me know if you guys would like a part 2?? thank you :) ( also excuse the shitty banner but ever since i learned how to make them i cant stop lol)

The illuminated halls were headache inducing, the heavy scent of chlorine was thick in the air and the constant monitors going off signaling a room was in need of a nurse’s assistance was never stopping. It was a slow day as it usually was. The hospital was located in the most reclusive areas of the small town, tucked away where mainly locals resided in and had few outside visitors. If any at all.

Most would find the scene depressing, the hospital was in need of a few renovations as the blinding white lights flickered ever so often creating an ominous scene. The vending machines found at every corner were not the most functioning, and as for how long the snacks had gone without being switched out, the answer was debatable but it was safe to say most had expired.

Naturally, hospitals were not the most welcoming place and this one was definitely not exempt. The energy was heavy, filled with who knows how many lives had come to an end in these cold rooms.

It was unsettling, you never knew for sure if you were going to be leaving on your own two feet every time you came into one.

Or if you would be one of the unlucky ones that would have to be strolled out in a body bag, straight to a morgue.

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L’Appel Du Vide (M)

Author’s Note: This request for serial killer Taehyung was from quite a while ago (I’m talking months) from @unpretty-writer, and it’s been brewing in my mind ever since she suggested it. I was constantly jotting down ideas any time they came to mind, and about a week ago I finally had enough inspiration to sit down and write it. I’m still not fully satisfied with it, but I do have moments I’m quite proud of. I want to thank a multitude of people for helping me finish this; you know who you are. I hope you enjoy it, loves. 

I will say do pay attention to the timeline. There’s a reason for everything.

Word Count: 9,408 this is the longest piece I’ve ever written.

Warning: This contains mentions of blood and a bit of torture, amongst other elements associated with this genre. 

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Friday, 24:45pm, Present Time

Penthouse Suite, Top Floor

“Please,” barely a whisper, the word that left your lips cracked in your dry throat, difficult to get out. His fingertips slithered their way up your bare arm, small bumps forming at his delicate touch. He kissed your exposed shoulder, the heat sinking into your skin and making your heart pound against your ribcage. He nuzzled his nose up your neck, breathing you in, reveling in the scent of nothing but pure, unadulterated fear; this is what he lived for, these prolonged moments consumed by your anticipation of his next move.

Your breath hitched the moment the sharp tip of the knife danced across your skin, sliding against the back of your shoulders, Taehyung using it to push your hair to the side. His free hand which had skimmed the surface of your arm now took hold of your strands and tugged hard, exposing the nape of your neck to the now frigid air of the lavish hotel room. His mouth descended upon you, licking a sliver upwards upon your flesh, your pulse pumping beneath the tip of his tongue. Heart rate rising and breaths quickening, your eyes shut tight; the rapid rise and fall of your chest was beautiful to him, and he cherished the sight. He could feel you tremble beneath him, and when his teeth nibbled at your earlobe, he captured the shaky sigh that fell from your exquisite red-stained lips by placing his mouth upon your own in a heated kiss.

This was it. You were going to die. And you were absolutely terrified.

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raven | yandere!jungkook au

— pairing: cult leader!jungkook x reader ( f )

— genre: yandere, angst, smut

— warnings: NON-CON , S/A, triggering themes, arranged marriage ( sort of ),  obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, supernatural themes, gore and violence, blood, mentions of child sacrifice, mentions of rituals & the occult, mentions of religion, jk is just a straight up menace in this im sorry

— word count: 15k

summary : There’s an evil that lurks in your village but you’re convinced it has noting to do with the sweet baker’s son you are meant to marry.

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The shift in the air was felt instantly, like a black cloud summoning from beneath the mountains ahead. Yet the sky was clear as ever, the sun bathing you completely.

You gripped the basket in your hands tighter, not being able to shake away the dreadful feeling that came over you. There was many dangers in the forest, but there also many dangers in the village, people had grown desperate over the years.

The immense poverty had struck your home even more brutally than the other neighboring villages. It was not rare for thieves to linger behind the shadows, waiting to strike and snatch up the little food you had managed to gather.

Luckily for you, most people wouldn’t bother to steal what you were carrying. There was only a handful of berries, alongside some herbs for some tea to make for your father tonight. He had been having terrible body aches and you had little to no knowledge on remedies but an old woman had told you about certain herbs that were found far south of the forest, not too deep in but if you followed a distinct path that had been carved out and layered with stones, you would come across the desired bushes that grew various gifted plants.

The wind had picked up, growing slightly colder and your ears were alert, listening to how it rattled through the tall trees that surrounded you. The sudden sound of cawing made your head look upwards, your gaze landing on a raven that flew above your head. The cawing continued and your curious nature watched the black feathered bird fly lower, turning its wings downwards. Your eyebrows knit together as you watch it turn around, headed dangerously close to your head.

Instinctively, you duck your head and stumble to the side, afraid that the creature had somehow mistaken you for its prey.

It flies past you, obnoxiously cawing one last time before you watch it disappear behind the trees.

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