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part 2
a well-oiled machine | i
➛pairing: jungkook x reader ➛genre: android au, futuristic au, prostitute au, fluff, angst, smut (next part) ➛words: 14.3k ➛rating: sfw ➛warnings: none in particular in this part– some slight drunken behaviour and an android in bad shape! hints at previous abuse ➛notes: for @cinnaminsvga !! happy birthday zee!! i wuv u uwu !! <33 enjoy your roboporn u mecha slutte – I’m sorry its not completely done!! I’ll do my best to pull the rest out my ass asap!!! <3 <3 <3
Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.
→posted; 20.08.2018
→ masterlist | part ii
Through the cool blue and lilac glow that fell from the holographic signs lining the streets, the fat droplets beginning to pelt from the sky and the darkness that began to linger alongside the buildings, a form was just barely visible. Jumbled and disorganised, a mess of metal and synthetic material that had seen better days was propped against a dumpster and the brick wall behind it. Hovering vehicles sped past, women in heels and men in dress shoes strode by, all oblivious to the shape hidden just inside the alley. The droplets that had sprinkled now began to pour from the heavens in earnest, and the form began to grow soaked. Water pooled across the chipped and uneven concrete, dripping and mixing with the deep, burnt violet that trickled slowly from metallic shapes that looked vaguely like limbs, the metal torn and busted, and the flesh-like material spread across it ripped and ruined. As the remaining light of day fled the sky and the distant rumble of brontide pierced the damp air, time began to run out for the form. It had been there for days, untouched by anything but nature, and while the LED light in its eyes had managed to remain, now it had begun to flicker. It was a hopeless night, a hopeless storm growing closer, and the glow of the signs’ light reflecting across the puddles was beginning to overpower the form’s own.
He didn’t have much longer at all.
x x x x x x x x x
The Red Light District wasn’t a place you enjoyed visiting, nor one you frequented by choice. Rather, it was a necessary evil; just on the other side of the district lay a waste field, ripe with discarded technology and all the parts in the world a simple tinkerer like you could ever want. Normally, someone such as yourself seeking to pilfer the field for parts and goods would be refused entry, but you had the luck of knowing and befriending the owner. Mr Bang was a retired scientist, an inventor of sorts, who’d specialised in AI and had even mentored some of your friends in their studies before he reached an age where he decided it was time to leave the profession. It was, in a way, quite peculiar that he now owned and managed what was essentially a trash yard for discarded technology. From simple things like microwaves and hoverboards to the rare early-age android, He collected them and stored them. The only place he’d managed to find big enough for all his, well, junk had been the warehouse on the other side of the Red Light District. And so, that was where you had to go— actually, it was where you were trying to go right now, if the storm and resulting traffic decided to let up.
Your car was somewhat a relic of an older time, but still technologically advanced enough that it was allowed on the road with other vehicles. You’d grown up being taught to drive by your parents, and secretly longed to be able to drive your own car, but the laws in this day and age were quite clear. On roads that hovercraft and wheeled vehicles shared, only automatic, self-driving units were allowed. Gone were the days when you controlled the speed of your own car, the turns and brakes. It was nice not having to think about all of those things on the journey to your destination, but at the same time you found it gave you too much time to think. While it took more mental capacity, driving in itself was a mindless sort of activity. You liked that it quietened your thoughts, but supposed you’d just have to deal as always with how loud they were for now.
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a well-oiled machine | ii
✩ — pairing: jungkook x reader ✩ — genre: android au, robot au, futuristic au, prostitute au, fluff, angst, smut ✩ — words: 23.9k ✩ — rating: m ✩ — warnings: mentions of abuse and mistreatment, breif depiction of violence, crying (in varying contexts), explicit sexual content; subby jungkook, begging & whining, oral– fellatio (dick sucking!) and cunnilingus (he eats her out!), face sitting, crying during sex (its the good kind i swear), its soft & mushy– love making really, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, praise kink, unprotected sex (except he’s not human so), god i really just have to warn you its so soft and tender i nearly cried writing it fffuckkk ✩ — notes: its finally here! as promised, and I’m so sorry it took so long– happy belated bday gift completion my love, @cinnaminsvga , zee!! note: there is a read-more on this post :)
Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.
— posted; 04.02.2019
Ever since that night you’d gone out with Seokjin and your friends, something had been niggling, running along the back of your mind, but you’d been far too sober to be able to access it again. In the meantime, you were distracted by your budding friendship and the way you grew ever closer to the android in your home, as well as another matter that continued to grow more pressing with each day that passed. You didn’t want to think about it, and did your best to avoid the funk and general low mood that would accompany this time of year.
This meant distractions, and one of the things that distracted you most was Jeongguk— in particular, your endeavours to make him display the emotions you’d become so accustomed to. Surprise, curiosity… happiness, you’d witnessed almost all of them in the months now that you’d known him, and the only thing more exhilarating than witnessing them was knowing you were the cause of them, the reason his LED-rimmed eyes lit with joy and elation.
So for a mixture of reasons, like the sake of keeping your mind off other things and simultaneously endeavouring to make Jeongguk happy, you’d dipped from your store on an impromptu shopping trip. You didn’t know his “birth” date, and neither did he— his memories were slowly beginning to repair and trickling back in, but for the most part he remained somewhat amnesiac— but you’d decided that he needed one. And, considering this time of year held no particular good memories for you, why not make new ones?
It was for this reason you’d made Jeongguk draw a date out of a hat at random (a controlled activity, of course— they were all dates for the next month that began in a few days) and had made a quick escape from your house without him a few times over the week. He wasn’t really clued in about exactly what you were doing, but you knew he could tell you were up to something. While you were absent from the shop, he dutifully took it upon himself to manage the business for however long you were gone. He had a charisma about him that drew people in, and you’d actually found that ever since you’d let him man the counter and help you with the shop your business had grown and the amount of customers had increased a startling amount. Admittedly, a fair amount of the new customers were female, but you weren’t about to bite the hand feeding you or look the gift horse in the mouth. Customers were customers and when your livelihood and almost entire income came from your business, you weren’t about to start being picky.
“y/n!” his cheerful tone was what greeted you as you stepped back into the welcome air and warmth of your shop. It was late in the evening, and you tapped the door so that the electronic sign flicked from open to closed before facing the android.
Jeongguk was a sight to see always, but especially when he wore the clothes he had personally picked out on one of your occasional shopping trips— every item had personality and quirk, from the rips in his jeans to the worn belt that helped tuck his loose button-up in and accentuate his slim waist. Honestly, as far as androids, who were manufactured in the image of perfection, went, you didn’t think you’d seen any more attractive, more appealing than Jeongguk. It really made you wonder, what had he been created, been used for, before all of this? The fluttering of his lashes as he turned to you sometimes, the low dip of his voice when he stood close to your side and watched you work, the warmth beneath his synthetic skin as you huddled together beneath a blanket on the couch… the little things in his make made him more human than you’d thought possible.
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Tinder 2.0 (m)
Based on a series of asks I received last week here, here and here
I hate you guys for ruining my mind :’)
Warning: graphic Jungkook smut and a ridiculous fuck or die theme
Word Count: 10,050
“Miss ___, you will be in room 23,” the chirpy receptionist informs you once she scans your ID, “Your partner is already waiting for you in there.”
You bow deeply at her, “Thank you so much. Is there anything I have to sign?”
“Nope! I already have all of your consent forms and you can provide your payment afterwards. It depends on how many sessions you and your partner opt for.”
“Oh, I see. That’s fine.”
“It says in our system that you are a returning customer, but I am legally obligated to inform you that we will do our best to keep your privacy, but if anything dangerous is to occur to you during the session, we have tracers in your bloodstream monitoring your heart rate, blood pressure, and arousal levels. If you are physically attacked in anyway that results in external or internal damage of any form, we will have our staff check on you immediately. Do you agree to these conditions?”
You wince at the thought of anyone walking in on you in the middle of sex, but you have no choice. You nod, “Yes, of course.”
“Great!” Her mouth breaks into a wide smile, “There are various different lubes in the bathroom. Feel free to use them as you please!”
You flush at her statement, “Thank you.”
“Enjoy your session!” The receptionist pauses for a second, glancing around the room, then her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “By the way, I heard that your partner is rated 9.8.”
Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline, “9.8?!” you repeat in utter astonishment. You’ve never heard of anyone rated above a 8 before, let alone 9.8. “What? Are you serious? But that means he’s entirely out of my league! Are you sure this is okay?”
She simply grins at you, “The system doesn’t lie. Have fun, miss.”
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I read this during the editing process and god damn was it good! Ahh my heart ached so much for the reader and especially Yoongi but the ending got me the most😩 good work baby💖💕💌
𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 || MYG
⟿𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Yoongi x f Reader feat, Jin (and Jungkook-kinda?)
⟿𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: 18+ M, Heavy Angst, Smut, Futuristic!au , Oneshot
⟿𝒲o𝓇𝒹 𝒞o𝓊𝓃𝓉: 21.6k
⟿𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: An unforeseen turn of events leaves the life of the man you love in your hands. Approached with a scientific procedure that can save him, you accept the terms, not expecting the ramifications of your decision.
⟿𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Smut, angst, mentions of major accident, HEAVY pining, rough kissing, biting, rutting, hot and heavy make out sessions, protected and unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, oral (male/female receiving), rough sex, tearing of clothes, mentions of fainting, heartbreak, mentions of physical trauma, brain trauma, mentions of memory loss, anxiety, mentions of surgery, complete paralysis, mentions of cancer, secondary character death, panic attacks, mentions of side effects, LOTS OF CRYING.sorry
˜”*°•This fic contains pretty heavy angst so please read the warnings accordingly and prepare your hearts. Header by @googikoo (thank you baby!) Also, I’m not a medical professional, so please don’t come at me for my mistakes lol. I tried my best to research accurately. Enjoy!•°*”˜
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