Artificially Inclined - Pt 1

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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In Bloom (m)

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Warning: Graphic wolf!Jungkook smut

Word Count: 11,589

Sequels: Lake of Fire pt 1 pt 2

You rush over to Jungkook’s place as soon as you get off work. The sun has almost completely dipped below the horizon at this point, and only a few crimson rays bleed through the inky black of the night. Your heart flies up to lodge in your throat as you bang on the door, but luckily, only a few seconds pass before he answers.

“___?” Jungkook mutters your name in astonishment when he opens the door to find you on his doorstep, “What are you doing here?”

“I heard that you were in trouble!” You pant, trying to catch your breath, “I rushed over as quickly as I could. Am I too late?”

Jungkook’s brow creases, “Who told you about this?”

“The other members of the pack,” you explain, “They said it was a wolf thing and I shouldn’t be too worried… But that you’d be out for three whole days? How could I not be worried?”

Jungkook sighs and steps aside in the doorway, “You might as well come in… You’re letting the cold air in.”

Confused you step inside and close the door behind you, “Jungkook, you look perfectly fine though. What exactly is going on?”

“The members were right,” he explains as he leads you down the hall to the bedroom, “It is nothing to worry about. It’s just a natural wolf thing that happens every year… But while you’re here, you might as well make yourself useful and help chain me up.”

You freeze in the doorway to his bedroom, startled by the impressive network of steel chains and cuffs piled on the bed, “Chain you up…? Jungkook are you sick? Is there something wrong with your transformation? What’s happening?”

“No, it’s nothing,” he interrupts your panicking, “I’m just going into heat soon.”

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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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church goer!jeon jungkook x pastor’s kid!reader romance + smut + fluff + angst? warnings: jungkook is a good boy + a bunch of god talk and church stuff + blasphemy probably + not for the faint hearted !! ig

➔ jungkook had his whole life planned out. he had been the model child for all of his life. now, there was a new pastor in town, and never did jungkook expect for the biggest temptation to come in a dress and all smiles.

a/n: i started posting this in my ao3 a whileee back, but considering im back, i’ll post it here too. this is also very self indulgent

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Cold (J-Hope, You) Scenario

Inspired by the song: Back to December by Taylor Swift

“Hi.” That was the only word I could muster the moment I saw him. After months of not seeing each other nor getting in touch through calls or text, all I came up with was a single “hi” when I knew I should’ve said more. I stood there on the balcony, away from the crowded room of my best friend’s house which has been turned into a celebrity pad. Musicians, singers, and producers were everywhere, celebrating Mina’s first award. Being the good friend that I am, I had to be there to support her. Even though I barely got any sleep from last night and barely had any rest since I had a packed schedule of recording and producing with two artists that morning which went on throughout the whole afternoon. A loud yell followed by laughters sounded from inside and I figured more guests have arrived. It was late in the afternoon and I watched the sky turn from orange to light pink…to a dark shade of violet. Bringing the cup to my lips, I drank whatever’s left of my Coke. I needed all the sugar to keep me awake. “Y/N?” Licking my lips, I turned at the sound of my name then felt my heart stop when I saw who it was. He was wearing a gray sweater over a white collared shirt; paired up with black knee length shorts and white sneaks. His hair color has changed to its natural state and has grown longer since the last time I’ve seen him. Jung Hoseok, my mind processed and a thousand words were tied up with that name; each of them pushing at each other, fighting to be said first. “Hi…” I croaked instead, losing my voice all of a sudden as I watched him go out of the balcony to stand beside me by the rail. I thought of how pathetic I was, not even having the courage to say his name. “What are you doing out here?” He asked as he took a sip from his cup. I gave him a small smile before turning towards to the side to grip the rail, forcing my racing heart to calm down. “It was a little too crowded for me.” “That’s a funny excuse for someone who goes to concerts, award shows, and music festivals for a living.” He snickered and I sighed, not wanting to turn to him and see the smile I was sure was plastered on his beautiful face. “I’ve been making a lot of lame excuses lately.” I murmured and the air suddenly grew still. I sneaked a glance at him and saw that he was staring out at the city, a hand in his left pocket. “Yeah?” He muttered and I paused, wanting to say yes but too embarrassed to admit it. For the truth was, everything had gone downhill the moment it became over between us. And as the awkwardness threatened to seep through our conversation, I knew for sure that nothing has ever been right the day I pushed Jung Hoseok out of my life.

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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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