#Gary oldman fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: mention of menstruation, swearing, mention of azkaban

Sirius peeked into the bathroom, smiling softly at me. I looked at him from my spot in the tub. He tilted his head at me, glancing at the toilet before focusing on me again. I nodded as he entered the room.

“feeling better?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Not really.” I drew my legs up to my chest. “Still feels like something is trying to crush me from the inside out.” Sirius nodded and knelt down on the floor next to the tub.

“want me to join you?” He asked, brushing some hair off my face. I nodded, wrapping my arms around my knees. Sirius nodded and got up to pull his clothes off. I watched as I propped my chin on my knees. “I see you’re enjoying the show.” He teased before stepping into the tub behind me.

“yeah.” I whispered. “Even after all these years…”

“mmm. So you say.” Sirius teased again, gently pinching my side. I turned so I could rest my head on his chest, tracing the tattoos that covered him.

“Well…if anything…these tattoos make you that much more attractive to me.” I kissed across the expanse that was covered. “Especially this one.” I traced the moon that covered his ribs. It shifted into a crescent to match the moon that was rising out the window.

“I hope moony is alright.” Sirius sighed, looking out the window as I moved to curl against him. His hand rested on my hip and I gazed up at him. “By next week it will be the full moon. He won’t be able to get the wolfsbane he needs on this assignment. It’s going to be rough.”

“I was making sure he got it after he left Hogwarts.” I said. “I can’t imagine how much worse it is after getting used to that.” I shook my head. Sirius kissed my head and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

“and how about you?” He asked. “You were getting potions from…” he nodded his head. “And now you’re not. Maybe that’s why…” my head popped up off his chest.

“Sirius! You’re a genius!” I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I’m going to contact Severus. Maybe he can get me something. Or at least give me the recipe.” I climbed out of the tub, Sirius keeping his hand on my side until I was safely out and heading towards the bedroom to send the owl.

[siriuslynettey]

Pictures of young David Thewlis and Gary Oldman that give Remus and Sirius. 🐾🍫

just imagine Gary with long black hair pls

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

If I were to write a fanfiction where Sirius Black has a four year old daughter he never knew of but that he gets to meet before the events of the Order of the Phoenix, would anyone read it?

(There’s more to the story than that but that’s basically where its starts)

[shipthecarsons]

SEASON 1 SLOW HORSES CREW 🐌🐴

[randomcreator-09]

Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

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🐧 - Hello ^^ this is a draft I had for my new obsession with David Thewlis XD. Again requests are open for ideas you want me to write about ^^ any Harry Potter actors or actresses or characters I'm open ^^. Now enjoy hehe ^^

✨No warning :3 very demure XD very short too :3

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The dimly lit room buzzed with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of cigars and expensive perfume. Freddie Mays with his impeccably tailored suit catching the subtle glint of the low lights, surveyed the room with his usual air of unassailable authority. His eyes, sharp and calculating, missed nothing. But tonight, something—someone—had managed to slip past his usual defenses.

You had been talking with a few acquaintances in the corner, your laughter a warm, melodic contrast to the cool detachment of the surroundings. Freddie had watched you from across the room, a faint frown on his lips. It was more than your beauty that drew him in; it was the way you seemed to navigate the room with effortless grace, making connections with an ease he envied.

He made his way over to you, his movements smooth and deliberate. The crowd seemed to part for him, as if the very atmosphere recognized his presence. When he reached you, he leaned in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried an edge of both command and intrigue.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone betraying a hint of vulnerability that was rare for him. There was no pretense, no forced charm—just the raw, unfiltered curiosity of a man who was used to getting what he wanted.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a blend of surprise and curiosity. "Ah, Mr. Mays, isn't it? I’ve heard quite a bit about you." you smirked as you took a sip on your exquisite rose wine.

A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, have you? I do hope it was nothing too unflattering."

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he found strangely captivating. "Depends on your perspective. But I’m sure there’s more to you than the stories suggest."

Freddie’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of something he didn’t quite recognize in his own expression. "And what would you say if I told you there’s a lot more? That there’s something I can’t quite put into words, something that goes beyond the usual game of power and control?"

There was an intensity in his gaze, a raw honesty that belied his hardened exterior. For a moment, the formidable gangster seemed almost vulnerable, and it was as if he was laying bare a part of himself he rarely showed.

"You’ve got my attention," you said, placing your wine down, your voice steady and inviting. "What is it that you’re trying to say?"

Freddie took a breath, the weight of his next words hanging heavily in the air. "I’m not one for grand gestures or flowery words. But you’ve managed to do something no one else has. You’ve got me thinking about things I’ve long buried—things like... wanting something real."

His confession was raw and unadorned, a rare glimpse into the man behind the ruthless façade. The moment stretched between you, charged with a tension that was both electrifying and palpable.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his hand, the touch a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had sparked between you. "Well, Mr. Mays, if you’re offering something real, I’m willing to see where it leads."

A genuine smile broke across Freddie’s face, a rare and almost boyish expression that transformed his entire demeanor. "Please, call me Freddie." he said with a warm but cautious smile. "Then let’s see where it goes. After all, I’m always up for a bit of unpredictability."

As you both shared a look that promised new beginnings and uncharted territory, the world outside seemed to fade into the background. In that private club, amidst the shadows and whispers, Freddie Mays found himself on the cusp of something he had never truly expected—something that just might be worth more than all the power and control he had ever sought.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: The Dark Morning

Pairing: Detective Jim Gordon/Reader

Rating: NC17 (language, smut)

Summary: On a rainy December morning, you just can't find the strength to get up for work. Jim can get up, but it's not exactly for work.

Notes: I literally thought of this this morning. I woke up to my alarm going off at the usual time and it was raining outside and still dark. I wanted so badly to stay in the warmth of my bed and thought of this imagine.

Warnings: none

The loud, steady beeping sound that snapped you into the land of wakefulness was as cruel as ever, especially since upon opening your eyes, you realized it was still dark outside. Like, pitch dark. Unusually dark for your typical 6 am wake up call.

Had you accidently changed the time on the alarm? Picking up your head, you looked over at the clock on the dresser across the room, which much to your annoyance read 6:01 am.

Fuck.

Your head flopped back down onto your pillow, your boyfriend stirring behind you, slowly rousing from his own sleep. Groaning to yourself, you carefully slipped out of his arms, hating yourself for having the great idea to put the alarm clock on the dresser instead of right next to your bed. It had worked as far as being a gentler way of waking you up in the mornings, but it also forced you to leave the cocoon the two of you had created overnight as you padded to the clock and hit the snooze button. Shuffling back to bed, you quickly slid between the sheets and back into Jim’s arms, smiling to yourself as you managed to once again find a comfortable position.

Behind you, Jim inhaled slowly through his nose, face turning to nuzzle against your hair as he pressed more firmly against your back. You hummed your approval, subtly tilting your hips back to nudge the half-mast that was grazing your ass.

He snorted audibly, smiling into your neck and murmuring, “Morning, sweetheart.”

You moaned in response. “It’s still dark outside. The sun is broken,” you mumbled, earning a sleepy chuckle that vibrated against your skin. “Or the clock is broken, one of the two.”

He pressed a noisey kiss to the back of your shoulder, his whiskers gently scratching your skin, and rocked his hips forward, rubbing himself over the cleft of your ass. “Check my watch, it’s on the nightstand.”

Without opening your eyes, you reached out in front of you, feeling along the wood surface of the nightstand until your fingers brushed over his watch. You pulled it closer to your face and looked at the time, groaning louder this time.

6:03 am. How?

You rolled halfway onto your back, not yet ready to completely change the way Jim was holding you just yet as you opened your eyes, confirming your earlier discovery. It was in fact still night time. “How is it already time to get up? It’s still dark outside,” you complained, pulling his arm tighter around you as you settled back into place.

Then you heard it, the gentle taps on the pavement outside, the distant rolling thunder. Jim heard it too, because he nuzzled his now fully hard cock against your hind quarters and said, “Sounds like it’s raining.”

Great. Just fucking perfect. Gotham sucked in the rain. The sidewalks always had a layer of water enough to soak the bottom of your pants, and it didn’t help that most of the pedestrians were unfazed by whether or not they accidently stepped too hard on a crack in the sidewalk and splashed your entire legs with filthy rainwater. Not to mention the mud mixed in. The traffic wasn’t much better as it seemed the rain made everyone forget how to drive even more than usual.

“I hate going out in the rain,” you whined just as the alarm began to go off again, your five minutes of snoozing over.

“I got it this time,” Jim whispered to you, kissing the corner of your jaw before he got up, a cold slap hitting the backs of your bare legs and the parts of your ass that weren’t covered by your underwear.

Grunting softly, you held the comforter tighter against you, trying to stay sleepy so that you could easily drift off again when the beeping stopped. A moment later, a large, warm hand slid over the curve of your hip, stroking around to cup your ass.

“Let’s play a game,” Jim whispered in your ear as he got back under the covers with you. He didn’t let you ask before he added, “Let’s see if I can make you come before the alarm goes off again.”

A lazy laugh bubbled in your throat, eyes still closed as you parted your legs for him, hooking one over his.

“Eager little Detective First Grade, aren’t you?” he teased as his hand moved to cover your vulva, touching you over your panties. Pressing down on your slit, he groaned under his breath. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re already so wet for me.”

You hummed, rocking your hips as one hand reached behind you to pull him closer by the hip. “Jim,” you whimpered, humping against his hand as his fingers slipped under the seat of your panties. His knuckles dragged against your wet folds, sending tickles in either direction and making your muscles clench, searching for something to clamp down on.

“I have half a mind to stay in bed with you all day, Detective,” he mumbled, his middle finger slowly tracing your opening, eliciting a shiver from you as your muscles tried to draw the digit in.

“Please,” you whined, arching yourself back to present yourself to him, suddenly incredibly aware of how empty you are.

“Please what, baby?” His finger slowly slid up to your clit, circling leisurely while he sucked on the pulse point on your neck.

“I need you inside me, Jim,” you answered in a shiver.

Jim groaned against your ear, the hairs of his mustache tickling below your earlobe. Hastily, he pulled away and began to fumble behind you, you presumed to take himself out, but before you could turn to look, his fingers were back. Roughly shoving your panties to one side, he grazed his tip over your hole, which clenched in response.

Another whine pulled from your chest as your hips tried to follow his movements. “You’re not gonna make it before the alarm goes off again,” you said, trying to entice him to fill you up.

His mustache twitched slightly, grazing over your jaw. “Nicely played, Detective.”

Biting your bottom lip, you lowered your shoulders slightly in invitation, wiggling back on him. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally pushed into you, your muscles clamping down on him as he sank inch by inch into your hot channel. A long, low groan vibrated in your throat when his hips pressed against your ass, giving you some time to adjust to him. Lowering his upper body, he laid down and assumed the spooning position again, chest against your back, arm wrapping around you while he dropped a kiss on your shoulder.

“I can’t think of anything better than being inside you first thing in the morning,” he whispered, leaving another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response, your walls hugging his shaft as you smiled at his sweet words. Jim always knew what to say to make you feel like the only woman in the entire city of Gotham.

Outside, the rain raged on, darkening the sky enough to trick you that it was still the middle of the night. That Jim could take his time bringing you to the brink and back again before finally letting your release wash over you. That the two of you could worship each other for at least a few more hours before the work day would demand your attention.

Rolling back against him, you met his lazy thrusts halfway. From this angle, you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, his slow and shallow thrusts, rocking you gently back and forth. Reaching back with one hand, you slid your fingers through his thick, bed-tousled hair, tilting your head into the pillow to accommodate his kisses along the side of your neck.

“Jim,” you whimpered.

His hand moved to massage your breast, twisting and pulling your tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The new stimuli pulled a gasp from you as you arched your back, your breaths coming in heavy pants. He tilted his hips just slightly, and it didn’t take much more effort on his part to find your g spot. With each slow drag over the tender sponge, shivers ran through your body, the most delicious tickles building deep inside you and reaching all the way up to your head.

Close. You were so close.

The vibration of his low grunts against your skin and his fingers still toying with your nipples like a man who had done so his entire life elevated your pleasure. You had only been with him a year, and in that time he’d gotten to know your body inside and out. The only thing left for him to do was say, “There’s my good girl.”

The praise was more than enough to drag another final moan from deep in your belly, your pussy fluttering in delight around him as your release surged through your body. You were barely conscious of anything outside of being so full, and his name ripping from your throat like desperate prayers. Your body trembled in his arms, eyes rolling back in your head.

Jim growled against your ear, arms tightening around you as his own orgasm burst from him, your name leaving his lips as though doing so would bind you together for the rest of your lives. His lips and hands were everywhere then, wanting and needing to consume you in every way he could.

It was then that you realized that you hadn’t heard the alarm, because it hadn’t gone off. But it had certainly been longer than the usual five minute snooze interval. Setting that aside for the time being, you hummed with a smile, snuggling back against Jim and gripping his cock with your muscles to prolong both your pleasures. The aftershocks were soft, but full-bodied, dancing in the form of shivers up and down your skin, leaving goosbumps in their wake.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He had said the words so many times before, but each time was like the first. And everytime he said them, you could feel them so much more than hear them.

“I love you, too, Jim.”

Pressed against each other from head to toe, you lay still, as if doing so could pause time itself. It was another moment before you spoke again, folding one leg behind his to keep him where he was.

“Was that really less than five minutes?”

“I’m honestly not sure. I didn’t snooze it, I shut it off,” he answered, lifting his upper body enough to look at the clock. Laying back down with a sigh, he hugged you back against him. “Six fifteen.”

You groaned, earning a chuckle from Jim. He planted a kiss on your neck and nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear.

“I can make breakfast,” he whispered, making you smile.

“That would mean you getting up, and I definitely don’t want that,” you answered. “You mentioned staying in bed all day?”

“You mean play hooky?” he asked.

You didn’t actually expect him to agree. Jim Gordon was the most dedicated and straight-laced detective you knew. He wasn’t the type to skip a day of work just for the hell of it. So you were suprised when after a moment, he reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand.

“What should we say? Flu?” he asked, opening up his contacts. “It’s the season.”

You shifted to look back at him. “Wait, really? You’d skip work with me?” There was a sheepish smirk on his lips as he found the right contact in his phone. You couldn’t help but tease him some more. “Jim Gordon.”

He snorted. “I could use some time away from the precinct to work on the case against Carmine Falcone anyway,” he answered. “And maybe I need the help of one of my best detectives.”

“Sounds good, Sarge,” you replied, fully satisfied with his response. “But before we get started and after we’ve had breakfast, I think I’d like for us to lick every inch of each other’s bodies.”

He looked at you, phone held up to his ear and he nodded once. “That can be arranged.”

[lovetgr76]

[babydolldreamss]

I'm in the process of writing a Stansfield x Fem Reader OC fanfic on AO3! I will be updating it soon, please check it out if you're interested💕

[celestialsister0918]

Can someone write me some Jackie Flannery?? 👀 🙏

[arti-kuli-san]

charlie oldman is young sirius talk your bullshit to the wall

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing

I rubbed my forehead as I took another sip from my cup, draining it in one go. The noise of another cup being put down made me look up. Jim stood there with a case file under one arm, cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face.

“late night? Or early morning?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my head as he moved to sit next to me. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed his hand, tilting it to catch a look at his watch.

“Both I think.” I said, letting go of his hand. Jim chuckled and leaned over to flip through the file in front of me. “Maybe I should head to bed.” I said, rubbing my face before leaning into Jim.

“want me to join you?” He asked, pulling back to look at me. I shrugged. “Yeah I’ll come with. I can read a file in bed. It’s fine.”

“you’re commissioner. You can do what you want.” I yawned as I stood up. Jim took my hand as he walked with me back to our bedroom. I climbed into bed and he waited until I was comfortable before climbing in next to me. I moved over to lay on his chest while jim wrapped his arm around me, file laying open on his lap.

“I’ll wake you in a couple hours.” I groaned as I turned my head into his chest to block out the light. “You need to eat. I’ll make you something. Don’t worry about it.” I nodded and let myself drift off. When I woke up later, my face was turned into a pillow and Jim was walking in with a tray of food. “Afternoon sleepy head.” He teased, setting down the tray and leaning in to kiss me.

“thought you said it would only be a couple hours.” I grumbled, brushing the hair out of my face as I looked over the tray. Jim smiled as he brought it closer. “You didn’t need to make this much food.”

“thought you deserved it.” Jim shrugged. “After pulling an all nighter like you did.” I nodded as I started to eat. “That file? What’s it on?” I swallowed my mouth full and smiled at him.

“case study. Thought I’d take a look at some of the older cold cases.” Jim nodded. “It’s some of the older joker murders.”

“I thought we solved all of those.” Jim’s said as he stole a piece of toast off the tray.

“the Arthur fleck ones.” I said, covering my mouth while I ate. “The original joker.” Jim rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Yeah I know. It also takes me across the Wayne murders and i thought i was seeing something there. Maybe some way to tie them to him and actually make them stick this time.” I shrugged while Jim looked impressed with me. “I’ll have to look again but I’m thinking now that I’ve slept and ate, maybe there wasn’t really something there at all.”

“well if anyone can find it, it’s you.” Jim assured me. “I’d be happy to help if you need it.” I nodded as we continued to eat. “Any other plans for the rest of the day?”

“depends. What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I might be able to be persuaded to put the file on hold.” Jim leaned over and kissed me deeply, one hand on my cheek.

“I can think of a few things.” He said, pulling back slightly as I trailed after him.

“you drive a hard bargain commissioner.” I teased him. “But I think I’m in agreement.” Pulling him back with me as I laid back, I kissed him just as deeply.

[siriuslynettey]

Two Boys, One Scarf

Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily sat outside while large fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. Professor Mosswood, their herbology teacher had finished his lesson early and thought it would be a great idea for the kids to get some fresh air for the rest of the class period. The only problem was the freezing cold weather conditions.

“Of course that asshole made us sit out here while he went to the warmth of the indoors.” James remarked, rubbing his gloved hands together and rocking back and forth. He had already given Lily, who was sitting next to him, his jacket.

“Get up and move around Prongs! You have to get your blood flowing!!” Sirius exclaimed as he spun around, periodically making snowballs and throwing them at unsuspecting victims.

“I would if I could feel my fucking toes.” James grumbled back.

Remus stood next to the bench that James, Lily, and Peter sat on, chuckling at Sirius and James’ exchange.

“Remus, what time is it?” Lily asked, also rubbing her hands together.

“Nine forty-five.” Remus replied, being the only friend who always wore a watch, he was always the designated time keeper.

“Ugh, we still have fifteen minutes and my nose is so cold.” Lily cried, her ruby red nose corroborating her statement.

“Like I said, we have to get the blood pumping,” Sirius said, throwing one last snowball in the air. “I’m going on a walk, who's coming with?”

Remus walked towards Sirius, not even giving a verbal reply. Both him and Sirius knew he was coming no matter what. James and Lily both shook their heads, almost as fast as their bodies were shaking.

“Peter?” Sirius asked.

“Too cold.” Peter simply replied.

Sirius and Remus walked through the exterior hallways. Both walking in comfortable silence, watching the snow fall from the sky.

“Don’t tell any of the others, but I’m fucking feezing” Sirius blurted out, causing Remus to burst out into laughter.

“I figured, making snowballs with your bare hands probably didn’t help.” They both stopped and huddled in a corner of the walkway. The small space caused them to be in close proximity, Remus slightly towered over Sirius. “So much for ‘not needing’ your scarf and gloves.” Before they had walked outside, Sirius had assured the others he wouldn’t be needing his winter garments, Remus however, was covered head to toe with his thick wool coat and Gryffindor scarf and gloves.

“Here.” Remus unraveled his scarf and placed it on Sirius, hoping to warm him up a little.

“And now you don’t have one.” Sirius scoffed. He unwrapped the long scarf and wrapped it around the both of their necks, causing their already close proximity to become closer.

They both laughed at the now ineffectiveness of the scarf, but neither of them said anything. Using his height difference to his advantage, Remus rested his head on Sirius', both of them continuing to watch the large snowflakes fall.

“My hands are going to fall off.” Sirius whispered, trying to trudge through the pain. “Here, feel.” He pulled back and placed his hands on Remus’ face

“Ugh, Pads!” Remus exclaimed, quickly pulling away from him. Their scarf falling to the ground and getting fully dusted in snow. “Nice job.” Remus chuckled and took off his gloves, throwing them at Sirius.

“Next time I promise I’ll bring gloves.” Sirius promised, now beginning to feel bad for Remus.

“Yeah, you better.” If it were anybody else, that statement would have been very passive aggressive, but for Sirius, he couldn’t help but laugh.

[shipthecarsons]

[randomcreator-09]

Chapter 09 OUT! ^^

⚠️Contains 18+⚠️

[sinsiriuslyemo]

It's snowing outside. Like, a lot. That means I'm officially in hybernation mode, working on a vacation with Jim