#Yes I am watching the sub cause I heard the dub sucks (as it is with most animes tbf)

[retro-memo]

My friend: recommends me an anime called Link Click

Me when I watch it and see the way Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang interact: No, I can't ship the main characters already, it's only been about two episodes. Just because the one has light hair (prefers that questions aren't asked) and dark hair (who questions a lot) doesn't mean they're like Aziraphale and Crowley, don't queerbait yourself-

'Whenever I pass to you, that represents my trust in you'

'How precious would it be to be trusted partners for life?'

Yeah, I broke at that :)

Also, the episode 3 to 5 arc broke me and left me crying on the floor.

(THEN THE BEGINNING OF EPISODE 6 BASICALLY GOING LIKE 'AND THEY AREN'T TALKING')

[gilverrwrites]

As Above

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Reader

All you'd wanted were directions to the nearest bathroom, yet somehow you ended up here, on your knees, for one of Gotham's most infamous crime bosses.

Notice: You're currently reading the Fem/AFAB Version.

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Rating: 18+

Words: 2.1K

Content: Dub-con, swearing, alcohol consumption/drunk reader, Hybristophilia, dom Ozzie/sub reader, finger sucking, blowjob, dirty talking, (allusions to) slut shaming, cum shot, cum eating.

Please remember: You do not need to prove yourself to anyone.

The sound of your heels clacking against the metal grate stairs is drowned out by the constant and loud thump of music. You’ve been pacing around the upper levels of the club for minutes now, alone amongst a sea of strangers and no closer to finding relief. You should have been more assertive with your friends, should have made one of them come with you, but they were having so much fun, and you didn’t want to be a bother. So now you were lost and still bursting for a piss.

Distressed and eager to find a way out of your predicament, you decide to ask the next person you see for directions, no excuses. Close your eyes, deep breaths, steady, confident. You’re stricken by the sight of the first person you glimpse. He’s older than you would have thought, stout, with thinning hair and a distinct face. Not at all the clientele you’d come to expect from The Iceberg. But still, something about him was captivating. In fact, you’d been so enraptured that he’d almost entirely passed you by.

“Um, wait! Excuse me.” You shout, trying to be heard over the drum and bass as you take long strides to catch up with him. He walks slowly, and with a limp, so you’re by his side in seconds. “Hello?”

He turns his head to face you as he continues walking. His eyes slowly drape across your body, seemingly appraising everything you have to offer. When his eyes finally land on yours, he stops. Deeming you worthy of his time. “Yes dear, can I help you.”

Despite his posture and unbefitting appearance, he bleeds an air of confidence and importance that simultaneously makes you nervous and aroused. “I am so sorry to bother you, but do you know where the bathrooms are? Please?”

“I do, I do.” His checks you out again, nodding to himself as he does. Eyes wander up and down your body; every inch of skin he examines feels hot and tingly, on top of your already intense need to go. Apparently happy with his second examination, like you’ve passed his test, he continues, “Follow me, I’ll take you to them.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much.” You’re practically buzzing now, calmed by knowing you’ve found a resolution; you follow, purposefully remaining a pace behind him so as not to lose sight of him or appear rude by overtaking him. “I’ve been searching for ages. You have no idea how grateful I am for your help.”

“That so?” He responds. You’re sure it’s rhetorical, but you nod anyway. He seems amused, making no effort to hide the pull of his lips as he leads you up another flight of stairs and along yet another industrial-style balcony. “Other than your current predicament, are you enjoying the club?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. The atmosphere here is great, and the music is always amazing. Drinks are a fucking fortune, though, honestly! It’s a good thing my friends and I always pre-game cause I’d have to get a second job to be able to afford more than 3 drinks here.” You’re not sure why you’re rambling so much, but your saviour in purple pinstriped armour seems to enjoy it, letting out a loud belly laugh as you complain.

“A pretty thing like you, surely they’re lining up round the block to buy you a drink.” There was nothing smooth about his voice, but the words flattered you nonetheless.

Unsure how to respond, you resolve to try and change the subject. “What about you? Do you like it here?”

“You could say that.” The answer is cryptic, and you watch him curiously, waiting for him to proceed until you reach the end of the walkway.

You’re standing together outside a red wooden door, a sign read ‘staff only’. All your drunken mind could puzzle together at that moment was: not toilet.

“Ummm.” You look to him for clarification, and he silences you with a raised hand; wait. Then he pulls out a key, unlocks the door and makes his way inside, holding the door for you to follow.

“Bathroom is behind that door.” He points, and you waste no time scurrying over to it, giving him a brief and likely comedic bow as you go.

In true night-out fashion, you’d failed to realise just how drunk you were until you were isolated with nothing but the dim bathroom light and the cold feel of your ass on the toilet seat. At that moment, you promise yourself that you’ll graciously thank your host, find your friends, and head home. You hold onto the thought as you wash your hands and attempt to clean up your smudged makeup with damp fingertips.

You hadn’t taken the time to look at the main room as you beelined for the toilet earlier. As you exit the bathroom, you’re suddenly taken by the luxury of it. Everything appears furnished in either solid oak or soft velvets and leathers. The music from downstairs is barely audible, just the low thrum of the bass seeping through. Your mystery man is seated on the furthest side of the room, looking out at the crowd below through a floor-to-ceiling window that spans the entire wall.

“Oh, wow!” You cross the room until you’re close enough to press your fingers to the cold glass, enamoured by the view. “This is incredible. How have I never noticed this before?”

“You won’t have.” He taps the back of a ringed finger against the window. “It’s one-way.”

“Ooooh.” The crowd below is illuminated by the ever-changing lights, arms and legs move and entwine as they dance to the beat, but when you look over to your host, you can’t find it in yourself to look away from him again. “So… you like, work here?”

He laughs again, exposing a smattering of gold teeth and making his belly jiggle. Any thoughts of leaving have long since passed. “You could say that. I’m Oz.”

Oz… Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin. You've been complaining about booze prices to The Penguin. He doesn’t work here; he owns here. You realise where you recognise him from. The news, the papers. You’ve seen his name and face associated with several stories, most of them unsavoury. In that moment, you wish the ground would open and swallow you whole.

When he extends a hand, you take it. Barely able to look him in the eye, you focus your attention on his thick, decorated fingers as you introduce yourself.

“I- um- I’m sorry about…” you trail off as he pulls you toward him, until you’re standing between his open legs. He presses the back of your hand to his lip, his kiss is warm against your skin.

“For what?” He’s watching you, closely, enjoying your sheepishness. You can tell by the glint in his eyes.

“For complaining… About the drinks.”

Strong fingers smooth over your exposed thigh, tickling your skin and igniting a heat in your veins.

“Don’t worry about it, Love. I value the honesty.” The cold of his jewellery bites at your heated skin, his hand cups high and hard around the back of your thigh and pulls you closer still. His face is now adjacent to your sternum as he glides his hand up your dress. “Will you tell me something else?”

“Anything.” Your reply is immediate and needy. It surprises you, but instead of pulling away in shame, your drunken body leans in, nestling the lower half of Oz’s face against your cleavage and gently holding him there with your free hand. His dark hair feels soft and fine between your fingertips.

“Do you often let men you’ve just met feel you up like this?” His voice is muffled by your body.

“No.” The way he says it should make you feel ashamed; instead, you feel yourself growing wetter. The shame of being so obedient, so open to being touched and played with by a known crime boss, is a primary cause for your arousal. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Your legs seem tired. Perhaps you should rest them.” A bold finger runs along your clothed slit, and your body shudders in response. “Get on your knees.”

He offers you both his hands and you take them, using him as support as you lower yourself to the ground. When your knees hit the soft carpet, you instantly feel relief, no longer having to support your full weight on your precariously high heels.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Oz coos, and you nod bashfully back at him until he cups your face with both hands. Using his thumb, he directs your head backwards, chin up. You wonder how you must look to him, on your knees, lids heavy, limp and compliant from booze and arousal.

Florals and musk assault your senses when he presses his lips to yours. Strong fingers press against the hollows for your cheeks, and you open your mouth without resistance, expecting a tongue. Instead, you’re greeted by more fingers. You moan at the realisation, eagerly allowing him to press the pads of his fore and middle finger along your tongue in long, languid strokes, inching further back with each stroke until he stimulates your gag reflex, causing your throat to tighten around his fingers.

He hums to himself, evaluating you once again until he praises, “Impressive.”

“Thank you.” Your words come out slurred, and drool slips down your chin as you attempt to speak around his digits.

“Think you’re ready for the real thing?” Unclear if it’s a question to you or a statement to himself, you nod anyway, rocking forward on your knees to present your willingness.

He smirks as he pushes his fingers deeper into your throat once more, making the muscles contract again, and causing the ache between the legs to grow.  When he retracts his fingers, a feeble moan slips from your lips.

“Such a good plaything.” He makes quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock is fully erect, and you lick your lips in anticipation. “Go on then, get your lips around that.”

It’s fat and heavy on your tongue, filling your tastebuds with stale saltiness. You work your way up and down his length, tightly sucking the tip and hollowing your cheeks at the base. Any time he lets out a deep moan of his own you’re overcome with pride, growing high on getting him off. You want to hear it again and again.

Eventually, you pull back to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to nurse your aching jaw, but you must take too long for Oz’s liking, his fingers spread at the back of your head, locking on and leading you back onto his waiting cock. His hand remains in its place, directing you up and down, deeper and deeper. You ignore the growing tightness in your throat and the prick of tears forming in the corners of your eyes, fixating on the way your clit throbs every time he lets out a grunt or groan.

“Oh yeah. Keep sucking, just like that.” He huffs each word between hitched breaths, his hands shaking against your head. He’s close, you can tell. You latch your hands around the heels of your shoes, squeezing tight as Oz grips tighter to your head and picks up pace.

How easily he’s turned you into his willing cocksleeve, slack jawed and drooling as he used your mouth to get off.  And you’d been the one to approach him.

The tip of his cock hits hard and painfully at the back of your mouth as he jerks your face back and forth. Wetness seeps through your underwear, your pussy desperate for stimulation.  He hadn’t told you not to touch yourself. As the thought crosses your mind, Oz yanks you back into reality, literally tugging your head back.

You pant for breath, breathing in sweet, sweet air as you watch on. Oz's free hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping once, twice, and then he’s cumming. Thick, hot, white ropes of cum splatter over your face, your lids close instinctively, preventing it from spraying into your eye. Beads drip into your mouth, assaulting your tongue with its saltiness.

“Lucky me.” Your eyes dart open again at the sound of his voice. He’s leaning forward in his seat, smiling at you as he begins to stroke a finger along your face, scooping up stray pools of his cum, and scooping them into your still-open mouth. “Found myself a sexy little birdie, an I wasn’t even looking. Swallow.”

On command you gulp it all down, grinning from ear to ear when he smiles approvingly at you, showing you those sexy gold teeth again. You remain on your knees as he leans back in his chair, reaches into the breast pocket of his blazer, and retrieves a cigar.

“Now.” He taps your nose lightly with his index finger before lighting up. “Go make yourself presentable, and then we’ll go get you an overpriced drink.” 

[yoonxiskitten]

Teach Me

Jungkook x You

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Noona Kink, Dub/Sub, Slight Spanking & Dirty talk, Orall

I was in my apartment with the BTS. They had all missed me and we decided to have a movie night at my place. We, for some odd reason were watching 50 shades darker. Well me and Jungkook were. The others fell asleep. As the first 18+ scene came on I peeked over at Jungkook to see him hiding behind his hands, peeking between his fingers every now and then.

"Jungkook-sshi. You dont have to cover your face. You are of age now. I spoke, removing his hands. He cloaed his eyes tightly.

"Noona, Im not comfortable around girls, what makes you think I can watch when they are doing...that." he spoke. I giggled.

"You're not uncomfortable around me." I spoke in a matter or fact tone. He scoffed.

"You're not a girl, you are-" my eyes widened at his statement.

"Yah! I am a girl. Do you need a reminder? Are you hanging out with me too much?" I spoke, a wide grin on my face. He laughed and nodded.

"No, I mean- actually yes. Yes we do." He spoke. I giggled and focused on the movie.

"You'll regret that Kookie." I spoke. He smiled.

"Okay." He spoke.

_The Next Morning_

I woke up on the floor with Jungkook's sweater on. How? Beats me. I looked around to see nothing but a note from Jin.

'Went to take the kiddos to the boardwalk. You and JK looked tired so we didnt bother. Join us whenever.'

I sighed and made my way to the bathroom in need of a hot shower to wake me up. I stripped and jumped in the shower freezing myself first before gettimg the right temperature. After I was washed up, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my body and walked into my room. I grabbes a matching panty and bra set and put it on. I grabbed some lotion and lotioned my body before looking for an outfit. I grabbed a cute floral shirt and put it on my dresser. Just then the door opened and in walked Jungkook with Jin's note.

"Hey Noona, are we gonna-" we froze as we made eye contact with one another. I opened my mouth and closed it stupidly like a fish would. His eyes trailed down my body slowly, taking in every exposed inch. Once he made his way back to my eyes, his head dropped in shame. I smiled at him. Not ashamed or embarrassed that he had seen me half naked. Its no different than a bikini right?

"Oh-Im sorry. I- uhm. Sorry." He stuttered. I giggled and walked closer to him.

"Atleast you are reminded that I am in fact, a girl." i joked. He smiled a little.

"Uhm Noona, can you maybe put on some clothes?" he asked. I scoffed playfully and walked to find my jeans.

"Aw. My shy Jungkookie, scared of me being half naked around him." His head lifted up as I reached for my jeans that somehow got on the shelf that I cant reach.

"Ani. Im not scared of you being half naked in front of me." he said. I jumped for my jeans still not being able to reach them. I then felt his presence behind me and he grabbed my jeans handing them to me. I smiled at him.

"Im scared of what I might do to you with you being half naked." I looked at his face as it held all seriousness. I walked past him to my shirt.

"You wouldnt know what to do with me." I exclaimed. He nodded.

"You're right."

"I know."

"Thats why you should teach me." I froze and turned around, scanning his face for any type of joking around.

"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.

"You could teach me. Teach me how to have sex. What to do and how to do it." He spoke. I laughed.

"Jungkook are you insane? You do hear yourself right?" I asked. He nodded.

"I hear myself. Noona, you don't understand how hard it is for me to see the hyungs bring girls or stay out with them. I wish I could." He spoke. I shrugged.

"So why dont you? I asked.

"I dont know how and I dont want to embarrass myself. But if you could teach me it wouldnt be so uncomfortable. I know you." He spoke. This was one of the hardest decisions Ive ever had to make. I mean I love him and all the other boys so much and would do just about anything for them.

"Kookie. You know that I love you and would do just about anything for you but dont you think you may be asking me for just a little too much?" I spoke. He nodded, stepped closer and looked down to me, and I looked up to him.

"I know. I just- There are middle schoolers with more experience than me. You don't have go to sleep with me today. We can even ease up to it. I just want you to teach me. Please?" He asked. I looked up at him as he pulled me closer. I was a little jungshook if you know what I mean.

"We'll both enjoy it." He said. I bit my lip in temptation. Oh if he wasnt so cute...

"Okay." I spoke. He let me go and let out a breath it seems he was holding.

"Okay." He spoke. I smiled.

"Do you need to mentally prepare yourself or-?" I asked. He sighed and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Im fine." he spoke. I smiled.

"Kiss me." I spoke. His eyes widened and he nodded. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed my body against his. He slowly leaned down to kiss me. Our lips moved slowly against each other. I stuck my tongue out and swiped it against his bottom lip. He slowly opened his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside of his. Our tongues danced together, fighting to pin one another down. He rested his hand on my hips squeezing every once and a while. I rested my hands on his thighs and slowly moved them up. He seemed to sigh in pleasure in my mouth. I smiled and kissed him harder. To be honest, this is the first time being a dom and I was enjoying it. I ran my hands over his crotch area and he whimpered into our ongoing kiss. I pulled away from him and lifted his shirt over his head. He looked at me as I worked on his drawstring.

"I shouldn't be the only one in my underwear Kookie." I spoke, teasingly. He bit his lip and kicked off his sweats. Once I ridded him of his clothing I pushed him back. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. I kissed him passionately and he returned the kiss. His hands clenched into fist at his sides, restraining himself from touching me. I slowly begin making my way down his jaw, kissing his neck. Once I found his sweet spot he groaned deeply.

"Noona. Can I touch you? Please let me touch you." He spoke. I smiled against his neck.

"Touch me anywhere you'd like. For now, Im yours." I whispered. Thats all I had to say. His hand immediately fell to my ass as he molded and played with it. I sighed in bliss, my ass being a hot spot for me. He shuddered at me breathing on his neck.

"Aaahh Y/N. I-" I gasped as he flipped us over putting himself on top in between my legs.

"I wanna try something." He spoke. I smiled and raised an eyebrow, which he caught.

"Just guide me." He spoke and kissed me softly before slowly making his way down to my chest. He dipped his tongue between the valley of my breast causing goosebumps to arise on my skin. He reached around and unclipped my bra, taking it off of me. He stared at my breast a small blush tinting his cheeks. He leaned down, attacking my hardened nipples he twisted and played with the other. I moaned and took my bottom lip into my mouth. His hand trailed down my body and played with the hem of my underwear. He looked up at me.Lee

"Can I?" He asked. I nodded. He hesitated as he stuck his hand inside of my underwear. He slowly ran a finger up and down my slit.

"Wow. You're so warm and...wet." My body shuddered as he slowly began to pump his fingers inside of me. He leaned down and began to kiss my neck. His lips ghosted over my sweet spot and I let out a whimper. I could feel him chuckle a little in my neck. Before I could ask him whats so funny, he added another finger and curled them hitting my spot. I gasped loudly.

"Oh God Jungkook! Right there!" I moaned out. He sped up amd continued to finger my G-spot. My mouth dropped open as mixtures of pants and moans escaped my mouth. My eyes screwed as tight as they could be as I felt the sensation slowly building up. Jungkook lowered himself so that he was face to face with my area. I grabbed his hand to stop him but he had already dove in. He slowly flicked his tongue on my clit repeatedly.

"Oh my- shit Jungkook!" I moaned, louder than I should have. I came as my body twitched a little due to the aftermath. Jungkook crawled towards me and kissed me as I tried to catch my breath.

"Did I do good Noona?" He asked. I nodded and kissed him slowly.

"Thay was amazing Kookie." He smiled brightly and kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to lay on top of me.

"Noona. Im ready." He spoke aginst my lips. He looked nervous and excited all in one. I smiled and flipped us over, pulling my painties down. He pulled his boxers down and his member sprung forward. I stared at it in shock. It was probably one of the biggest dicks i have ever seen in my life. Wow. The maknae was really golden. He must have felt self conscious because he cleared his throat snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I-I wow." I spoke and grabbed his member. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes as I began to move my hand up and down on him. After a bit of precum was visible, I slowly licked his member from base to tip. Jungkook groaned so deep an sexy that I grew even more wet. I then took as much of him in my mouth as I could. Lets be honest, a dick as big as his was impossible to fit all in. I bobbed my head up and down as Kookie struggled to hold in his whimpers and moans. He was breathing loudly. He sat up on his elbows and watched me. I looked at him through lidded eyes and sucked him a bit harder.

"Fuck." He growled and bucked his hips up. I moaned over his dick as he continued to curse. I stopped and ran my hand over my work.

"How does it feel to be blowed for the first time?" I asked. He sighed and leaned back.

"Please. Im so ready. I need it Noona. Please." He begged. I smiled at him. I love it when he begs. I crawled up his body straddling him but before I could sit on it, he flipped us over... again. He looked in my eyes and silently asked if this was okay. I nodded. He looked up at me and breathed in before slowly pushing inside of me. I held his biceps and gasped as he let out an extremely deep groan. The feeling of his member stretching my walls taking me by surprise. Once he was fully inside of me I wrapped my arms around him, restricting him from moving any farther.

"Always make sure your partner is okay. You don't want to cause them any pain." I spoke. He buried his face into my neck and let out a shaky sigh.

"Are- are you in pain?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. I'm o- aaahhhh!" Jungkook began to pound into me. Almost relentlessly. I moaned out in pleasure as he groaned with every thrust. He lifted his body off of mine and put all his weight in his hands. I looked down between us, seeing us being connected as one and moaned.

"Jungkook-ah~." I moaned. He leaned down to kiss me a he continued to thrust.

"You feel so good baby. So tight." He spoke. Those words alone almost bringing me to my realease. I pushed him back and he backed away quickly.

"Lie down. Im gonna ride." I spoke. He quickly lied down. I straddled him and lowered myself down on his member. He sighed loudly as I moaned out in pleasure. I began to slowly move up and down on him. His hands held on tightly to my hips. I moved at an enjoyable pace for us both.

"Faster." He spoke. I obliged and began to move faster. His hands went down to my ass and smacked it lightly causing shivers to run down my back.

"Smack my ass again." I spoke. He groaned and smacked it again. I whimpered and the feeling of my high approaching made an appearance again.

"Oh God kookie! You're so big!" I moaned. His eyes flashed with last before he sat up, meeting my eyes with his. He began to buck his hips up to mine.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop!" I moaned. He moaned and attached his mouth onto one of my nipples.

"You take me so well baby girl. You take it all." He moaned. Shocked to hear those words out of his mouth once again my stomach approached my high and it was not going away.

"Shit Kookie! Just like that! I'm gonna cum! Aaaahh!" I moaned loudly. He bucked his hips quicker.

"Me too. Fuck. Noona." He groaned loudly. I kissed him as I clenched around him, whimpering into his mouth as I came, my body convulsing. He thrust started to get sloppier, his breathing uneven. He held me tighter as his orgasm took over. He called out my name as he thrusted a few more times, riding out his orgasm. Luckily I'm on the pill.

"That was amazing." He spoke, out of breath. I smiled and pecked his lips once before laying down, kookie following my actions.

"How do you feel Kookie?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Like a man. Thank you." He said. I nodded.

"Anything for you." He seemed to quirk up at the thought.

"Anything?" He asked. I nodded. He smirked and climbed on top of my body.

"Round 2?"