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gothamkinkAll prompts and fills with the exception of underage prompts and fills go in this prompt post.
Remember: Warnings are not mandatory.
Each prompt must involve an actor or character from the TV series Gotham, and a kink, which does not necessarily need to be a sexual kink.
Remember: Warnings are not mandatory.
Each prompt must involve an actor or character from the TV series Gotham, and a kink, which does not necessarily need to be a sexual kink.
Harvey/Oswald desperate sex
Date: 2015-10-24 05:40 am (UTC)He is even more surprised when the penguin reluctantly admits that the burden of being the king is sometimes to much ...
Bonus
+ Spanking
+ Dirty talk (or in Harvey's case foul language)
+ Humiliation
Be creative ;)
Re: Harvey/Oswald desperate sex
Date: 2017-12-09 07:56 am (UTC)Oswald/Butch
Date: 2015-10-24 07:35 pm (UTC)Tabitha Galavan/Oswald Cobblepot femdom
Date: 2015-10-25 07:35 am (UTC)Non-con, Jim/Oswald
Date: 2015-11-14 07:50 pm (UTC)It doesn't have to be full-on non-con. They can be rescued by the GCPD just in the nick of time or Oswald's begging manages to get through to Jim.
Paternal!Oswald, Selina/OC
Date: 2015-12-05 02:35 pm (UTC)Oswald is overseeing the Iceberg Lounge as usual when he notices Selina with an older man acting as his "date." He is furious and pulls her aside, telling her that if she's desperate for money he can always find a better job for her. Selina scoffs and tells him that she's conning this man by getting to his safe via seduction. Oswald is still uncomfortable and slips her a roofie so she won't have to go all the way with him. Selina just rolls her eyes and picks his pockets for the hell of it!
Barbara Gordon has red hair. Barbara Meet/Jerome Valeska
Date: 2016-01-04 05:13 am (UTC)Oswald/fem!Jim
Date: 2016-01-23 10:17 pm (UTC)Bonus points:
- Jim is a strong and independent woman, not some damsel in distress.
- Unrequited love or half-unrequited, if Jim finally responds to Oswald's feelings.
- Also I wouldn't mind some smut, maybe male masturbation.
Oswald/Eddie, protective!Osward, BAMF!Eddie
Date: 2016-02-06 05:33 pm (UTC)Ed/Kristen, partners in crime
Date: 2016-03-14 12:21 pm (UTC)Kristen and Ed start working together as their own brand of vigilantes - Kristen finds crooks who weasel their way out of punishment using her access to GCPD records, Ed thinks of ways to take those crooks down. Ed finds a 'healthier' outlet for his feelings, Kristen gets her taste of danger, everyone's happy.
(And if it ends up escalating to dark!Kristen who is just as into murder as Ed, I wouldn't mind that in the slightest.)
Barbara/Tabitha, twisted love & rough sex
Date: 2016-03-14 12:53 pm (UTC)Fill: Wishing Hard
Date: 2016-03-15 08:46 pm (UTC)“Your brother says he can give me my dream,” Barbara teases, her hair a wild mess against the pillows, her eyes bright and sharp. “What about you, what will you promise me?”
Tabitha’s eyes narrow, her fingertips tracing over the scratches on Barbara’s inner thighs. “You already know what I can give you,” she smirks, and Barbara laughs, spreading her legs wider under Tabitha’s hands.
The mattress shifts beneath Tabitha’s weight when she leans down, and Barbara sighs into her kiss, hooking a leg around Tabitha’s waist and squirming against her.
“Why don’t you close your eyes,” Tabitha murmurs, voice low and husky, “and whisper three wishes in my ear.” She kisses Barbara again, fast and hard, teeth catching against her lower lip. “Beg me for them, and I’ll make them come true.”
Barbara grins and sucks Tabitha’s earlobe between her lips.
*
brand me
*
The crack of the whip is like a song to her, a sweet siren call. Barbara gasps, dragging air into lungs that already ache, her hands pulling at the sheets.
It’s a stripe of fire across her skin when it lands, and she cries out, arching back into the burn. Her thighs and ass are already the prettiest pink from the flogger, but nothing compares to the bite of the whip.
Tabitha gives her only the one lash, but it’s enough. The welt is already forming, right under Barbara’s ass, the skin rising and flooding with colour in a perfect line.
She’ll feel it tomorrow every time she moves, every time her robe brushes the back of her thighs.
It hurts, fuck, it hurts so much, and Barbara loves it.
“You look good with my marks on you,” Tabitha tells her, fingernails digging into the flesh right below the welt.
Barbara presses her hands against the mattress, pushes her ass up and peers over her shoulder, eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously. “I always look good,” she preens, and Tabitha laughs and smacks her palm down against Barbara’s ass, another mark blooming on her skin.
*
destroy me
*
Tabitha’s hands are tight around Barbara’s throat, her eyes dark as she watches Barbara’s lips move soundlessly.
It’s like drowning on dry land, like being crushed and embraced at once, and Barbara’s heartbeat is pounding in her ears, pounding between her legs. She tries to press her thighs together, but Tabitha is kneeling between them, and Barbara wants that mouth against her pussy, but she also doesn’t want Tabitha to let go.
She can feel her eyes rolling up, black creeping in around the edges of her vision. But then the pressure eases, and Barbara’s pulled back from the edge, air rushing into her lungs.
She moans, shoving a hand down to touch herself, but Tabitha slaps it away.
“You’re not ready yet,” Tabitha says, and Barbara giggles in reply, but those hands are squeezing at her throat again and all that comes out is a weak and wheezing rasp.
*
complete me
*
She feels like a rag doll, sprawled across the bed. There’s still heat burning across the back of Barbara’s thighs, the welt from the whip throbbing with her pulse, and her throat is dry and sore, but the pleasure overwhelms it all.
Tabitha’s fingers push into her slow, all four, thumb pressed against her palm, and Barbara tosses her head and imagines how she looks, beautiful and open and so ready for it.
She whines when the widest part of Tabitha’s hand spreads her, feeling her cunt trying to clench down, trying to pull Tabitha in. And then she’s there, her whole hand pushing deep, and Barbara’s cheeks are wet, from tears, from sweat, from the drag of Tabitha’s tongue.
She’s trembling, so full up, and Tabitha smiles down at her, teeth bared.
“I love you, baby,” Barbara promises, and Tabitha grins like a predator and fucks her hand in deeper still, making all Barbara’s wishes come true.
Barbara/Leslie, danger kink
Date: 2016-03-14 02:35 pm (UTC)Eddie/Jerome/Oswald, threesome
Date: 2016-03-15 05:43 am (UTC)Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma
Date: 2016-04-13 02:28 am (UTC)Kinks:
affectionate alpha
Consent! (As a rape victim it is important for me to know this is consenting and for ed not to be forced at any point ever)
Cuddles
Sex
Praising
Turn offs:
Rape
Dubcon
Noncon
Blood play
Knife play
Bondage (I don't mind collars)
Bathroom stuff(shower sex won't freak me out though)
Victor Fries/Oswald Cobblepot
Date: 2016-06-09 04:11 pm (UTC)FILL: For a limited time (1/???)
Date: 2017-12-09 03:16 am (UTC)Oswald almost drops his brandy, but manages to only spill a bit over his knuckles. Victor stands in the doorway of his office, still snowy-haired and glacier-eyed, but decidedly lacking the usual blue tinge to his skin. Skin which is very exposed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.
"Temporarily. It's not perfect, but it insulates the cells of my body like a thermos, preventing my core temperature from rising to deadly levels."
He gives the kingpin a sly smile.
"Even when engaging in... rigorous physical activity."
Oswald's heart skips a beat. His face heats up. They'd been "together" for a while now, as much as two people can be when as little as a kiss ends up in a scene out of A Christmas Story. They had talked about, flirted, threatened and promised what they would do when Victor found a cure. They had done so on the phone, Victor in his deep-frozen lab/bedroom, Oswald sprawled on his own bed, both pleasuring themselves to their fantasies and the sounds of each other's voices. They'd even traded racy photos and videos, now and then.
Now, it's real.
"Hey. You okay?"
A chilly hand cupping the side of his face breaks Oswald out of his trance. He flinches away with a nervous laugh.
"Yes. Yes, I'm-- your hands are still cold. Is that normal?"
Victor smiles again and teasingly traces his fingertips down the back of Oswald's neck. A heavy shiver rolls down his spine in response, causing him to arch and press against Fries' bare body.
"I guess I'm still thawing. Maybe you can help me with that?"
Victor places his hands on the edge of the desk behind Oswald, on either side of him. Caging him in like a bird. The smaller man clutches his glass like it holds the last shreds of his sanity, wide-eyed and still considering running up until the exact moment that Victor's lips meet his. For all his intimidating size and strength, his touch is nothing but gentle. Hesitant, even. And as Oswald allows himself to relax and open up, the arms around him feel less restricting and more protective. Safe. He perches on the desk and spreads his legs when urged to allow Victor to move in even closer, taking one hand off the desk to rest it at the small of the kingpin's back, instead.
God. The wait was worth it. It was so, so worth it, just for this moment alone, to say nothing of the rest of the evening to come. Victor's body slowly warms with his touch-- which itself grows more heated as Oswald finally gives up on his drink and lets it shatter on the floor, opting instead to clutch at his lover's broad shoulders or pull at his hair. He's so caught up just in kissing him, tasting him (maybe he should be worried about the faint tinge of antifreeze, but he can't summon the clarity to give a shit right now), practically drowning in the pressing of lips and sliding tongues, he barely even registers the intensity of his arousal until Victor roughly pulls their hips together. He inhales sharply and looks down, between their bodies. The outline of Fries' erection is clearly defined in his simple pants. Oswald's eyes widen again.
"O-oh, my..."
Victor chuckles, scooping both hands under the kingpin's ass and lifting him up off his desk. Oswald lets out a very undignified squawk and tightly wraps his legs around his waist, unintentionally grinding their members together even harder. Victor kisses his flushed cheeks and tips him a wink.
"Don't worry, Penguin. We'll go as slow as you need."
Oswald nods, biting his lip as his butt is squeezed a little harder.
"But no matter what, this ass is mine tonight."
"Oh, god, please--"
"Let's go somewhere a little more comfortable first."
Bullock/Gordon Dealing with Death
Date: 2017-03-07 03:02 am (UTC)Harvey Bullock deals with Jim Gordon's sudden, tragic death.
Make it angsty!
Fill: Bullock/Gordon Dealing with Death
Date: 2017-08-06 12:11 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/9382553/chapters/26400897
Victor Zsasz/Jim Gordon, Virus Jim
Date: 2017-07-14 07:36 pm (UTC)Platonic or sexual/romantic, preferably the latter ones. Please no rape. Thanks
Zsasz/Oswald, bloodlust and rough sex
Date: 2017-12-08 07:13 am (UTC)Victor gets extremely horny whenever Oswald gets murdery. Maybe he's just stabbed somebody and is covered in their blood, and Victor can't take it anymore and just fucks him over a table, the bar, Oswald's desk, whatever. Just as long as it's rough, animalistic, and consensual.
Nygma/Oswald, Legion!Ed
Date: 2017-12-17 08:14 pm (UTC)So what if The Riddler is actually a parasite personality in Ed's mind like The Shadow King is in Legion. He found fertile ground in Ed's mind and took control when Ed was furious at Oswald for his betrayal and for killing Isabella.
But now time has passed and after being put on ice, The Riddler's hold on Ed has weakened and Ed is desperately trying to regain control of himself.
And then enter Oswald, who finds out about Ed's struggle in the worst possible way, caught between The Riddler who wants him dead and Ed who wants to get what's left of his mind back.