#gary oldman x reader

[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.

[imthebadguyyy]

Arms

pairing : sirius black x reader

fandom : marauders/hp

synopsis : sirius realizes there's no place that feels more like home than your arms.

warnings : self depreciating thoughts, insecurity

a/n : felt like wandering into the realm of the marauders! do let me know if you want more :) inspired mildly by francesca by Hozier

sirius sat with james, while remus and peter sat across from them, both pouring liberal amounts of gravy onto their plates. james was also digging into an obnoxiously large amount of roast potatoes and chicken, barely pausing for a breath as he scarfed down the food.

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the great hall was not buzzing with the sound of students chattering as it usually did, and the sound remained at the decibel of a small hive of bees, while the professors murmured softly at the grand table, the munch of the many treats laid on the table for the christmas eve dinner.

sirius himself didn't feel that hungry, fork half heartedly poking at the beans on his plate. his eyes roamed around the hall, taking in the tiny mass of people at the other tables, and at dumbledore pulling mice out of his purple witches hat - his christmas special.

that very morning, his owl had dropped off a rather nasty howler from his darling mother, once again choosing to call him a colourful variety of insults and ending with her usual "disgrace and traitor to the black boodline" bullshit, followed by a chorus of "mixing with mudbloods and muggles" that had him clenching his fists in frustration.

then, his father orion had also decided to grace him with a scathing letter he burned the moment he received, but not before catching the words "shame to my bloodline", which once again had him sighing and rubbing the sore spot on his temples.

he had ignored it initially, focusing instead on the beautiful hand knitted scarf, golden watch and basket of sweets and treats he had received from euphemia and fleamont, with a small engraved gryffindor lion at the back of the watch.

he had also received a leather jacket from you, and homemade strawberry pies that you had made with help from the elves in the kitchen, and a set of silver rings to go with his pre existing ones.

remus had gifted him a muggle record called rumors from a band called Fleetwood Mac, that you had freaked out over and told him you'd listen to together because they were your favourite band ever and you'd be damned if he discovered your favourites on the album without you.

james himself had bought him bundles full off tricks and games from hogsmeade, and a framed picture of the marauders, along with a small replica of his own quidditch jersey because, "everyone has to know you're my number one fan pads!"

even marlene had gifted him a bunch of chocolate frogs, and mary had got him a postcard from venezuela and chocolate because her parents were visiting. lily had sent him muggle posters of his favorite bands as well.

but despite the merriment, the niggling insecurity of not being enough played on his mind the whole time, creeping like a shadow, insecurity slithering through the corridors of his mind, casting doubts where there once was light.

his mind was spiralling, as he looked at his plate, gulping as a sudden lump appeared in his throat. james was reading a letter from his mum to remus and peter, telling him about their travels in egypt, and peters mum had sent sweets for them to share at dinner.

oh how he longed for a mom who would write him sweet letters and send him sugary treats instead of venom coated words and flame bursting letters, a father who would teach him how to tie his tie properly for class, or tell him tales of his childhood.

sirius longed for a family to love and hold him always. and the closest he had to that was you and james.

as his thoughts turned to you, he was distracted by a sudden crash as the doors were flung open, as you rushed in, followed by the two friends with whom you sang as part of the hogwarts band, your red robes flaring as you rushed to find your spot beside him at the table.

with a pant, you flung yourself down, taking heaving breaths to calm your racing heart.

"well hello little miss" james said through a mouthful of peas, making you scrunch your nose in disapproval. "where were ya?" remus asked, piling on food onto your plate before it changed course.

"i was at band practice! we just lost track of time and then had to rush because we were so hungry!" you exclaimed, while your hands reached for sirius' under the table, taking his cold palm in yours, squeezing it tenderly to get the blood flow back in them, bringing it up for a quick peck to the knuckles before interlacing his fingers with yours.

sirius felt his heart physically slow down as he watched you, laughing a joke remus made, poking fun at james and messing around with peter. he watched as you cut the roasted potatoes into smaller chunks, dipping them in extra butter as you popped them into your mouth, and the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled.

he watched the way your hair fell, little strands framing your face as you brushed them off impatiently, all while leaning forward for a slice of a chocolate tart and icecream that had just appeared.

he watched as you put a slice of apple pie on his plate, topping it with a healthy dollop of cream, and passing it to him with a saccharine sweet smile and a murmur of "your favourite siri!" and he felt his heart flutter again.

what he didn't note was the crease in your eyebrow as you looked at your friend, the darl circles under his eyes, the slight stoop to his posture, the way his smile came out forced, lips pressed tight together with none of his gorgeous smile lines appearing around his eyes and lips.

he failed to note the way you drew a sharp breath when you felt the rough skin of his palms, coarse from all the times he dug his nails into the delicate skin to control the rage and hurt he felt at his family. the way your eyes softened as you looked at him, the way his lack of obnoxiously lewd jokes and quick wit made him look so vulnerable that it shattered your heart into a million pieces.

after the crackers were pulled and you had packed up a "grow your own warts" kit and many a butterbeer flavoured candy and a few white mice, he squeezed your hand again, gesturing towards the gryffindor common room, leaving the boys chatting with a few members of the ravenclaw quidditch team who had stayed back for christmas as well.

murmuring the password to the fat lady, you stumbled into the common room with sirius, who had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. you sunk into your favourite armchair, and giggled when sirius fell into you with a muffled "thump"

even though you were 'just friends', you knew him better than anyone else and he knew it as well as you did.

the cozy red armchair with its plush cushioning looked as inviting as ever as he settled into it, legs haphazardly tossed over yours. affection was a major part of your relationship with sirius, having become fast friends since the first year at hogwarts.

ever since you were joint at the hip, bonding over a shared love of music, shared comfort in silence, shared trauma and a love for leather. you were as much a part of the marauders as any of the other boys, and sirius couldn't quite point to the time when you had become such fast friends.

he buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, absorbing the lilting notes of vanilla and shea, and fiddling with the loose strands of hair at the base of your neck. you hummed softly, some melody that had been playing on your mind, hands gently running through his dark locks, nails scratching softly at his scalp.

"you okay?" you asked, noting the tenseness of his shoulder muscles, and the still present frown between his eyebrows.

a non commital shrug was the only response.

worry began to seep into your mind, surprised at how your usually bubbly bestfriend was decidedly unbubbly.

"you don't seem okay babe" you stated, lifting his chin so he was looking at you.

his stormy gray eyes reflected doubt and insecurity dancing like lightning, casting shadows of uncertainty that loomed deep in his mind.

to your surprise, tears welled up in his eyes, mirroring raindrops, poignant with a tempest of emotions swirling within, creating a tumultuous scene of vulnerability and insecurity.

"oh sweetheart.." you cooed softly, shuffling so he was engulfed in your arms. you felt him bury his face deeper into your neck, clinging to you desperately as if he was worried you'd disappear into thin air.

"talk to me honey" you whispered, trying to coax him out of his hiding place.

just as he opened his mouth to speak, the door to the common room swung open and remus james and peter trooped in, followed by a few other gryffindors.

they stopped short, taking in the scene before them, their best mate in tears in the arms of the girl he loved who happened to be his best friend.

"mate are you-" james began, only to be cut off by a glare from remus.

"who don't you go up to our dorm y/n? I'll make sure no one goes up" remus said, staring at your pointedly, offering a soft smile to you when you nodded.

"i think we'll take you up on the offer, is that okay with you siri?" you asked, still softly stroking his hair.

he nodded against you, and followed you silently as you took his hand in yours and draped an arm around his torso, pressing a kiss to his temple as you led him up the winding staircase to the boys dormitory.

as soon as you were inside, you led him over to his bed, gently pushing him down so he was sitting, eyes looking unseeingly at the posters and polaroids that graced his headboard.

with worried eyes, you watched his gaze flicker back and forth, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"talk to me siri, im right here" you cooed, kneeling down in front of him, hands resting on his knees, drawing tiny circles with your pinky over the material of his robes.

"are you here with me love?" you asked, watching the black in his pupils darken as he spaced out. you watched as he jolted a little, looking at you almost alarmed, before the tears began to drip down his cheeks.

the first drop had you sprinting into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around him, kicking your shoes off as you squeezed him tight, knees resting in between his own, as he sobbed into your chest.

you'd seen him cry before, but never like this. broken sobs spilled from his salty lips, dampening the material of your robes, and small choked sounds escaped his lips, along with deep strangled breaths as he gripped your waist to keep himself grounded.

he cried for what seemed like hours while you whispered sweet reassurances to him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his hands, placing his hand on your chest to feel the steady beating of your heart.

"m' right here darling, let it all go, I've got you, i promise, I'll be right here to hold you honey" you whispered to him, rocking him back and forth like a child.

sirius gripped you even tighter, clinging to you as if you were his lifeline.

eventually, his sobs slowed,and he pulled back, eyes red and swollen and face glistening with tears. even when his hair was messy and he looked like a wreck, he looked ethereal.

"oh my beautiful boy" you said, kissing the top of his head. "tell me what you need" you said, interlacing your hands.

"you, just need you" he said, and the way his broke on the word 'you' shattered your heart into a million pieces.

"just give me one second darling, okay?" you said, walking into their bathroom and taking out a clean handkerchief from your pocket. you soaked it in some water, bringing it back to him, gently wiping his eyes and then his face with it, leaving kisses on every spot you cleaned for him, before taking a comb from his nightstand and slowly untangling the mess that his hair was.

sirius watched as you combed his hair, eyebrows furrowed in attention, and he swore his heart fell even more for you.

"d'ya think you can tell me what's wrong sugar?" you asked, biting you lip when he flashed you a smile at the nickname.

"yeah" he nodded, tugging you down so you were cuddled into his side. "oh wait!" you exclaimed, fishing some chocolate out your pocket and offering a piece.

he took it with a smile, letting it melt on his tongue as he looked at you.

you were now snuggled into his shoulder, your ankle intertwined with his as you lay across from him, hand gently holding his, as his other hand traced patterns on your hip.

"darling mother of mine sent me a howler this morning for a christmas present" he said with a dry chuckle.

"did she now?" you said, anger simmering deep in your bones. "yeah, and then sperm donator sent me a lovely letter as well" he said, chuckling a little at his own nickname for his father.

"mmhmm" you said, tracing his thumb.

"yeah, jus' caught me off guard" he mumbled

"you do know that whatever they say is not true, right?" you asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"yeah but- fuck, darling, it gets hard sometimes. sometimes I feel like I am a traitor and failure. sometimes i feel like I'm not worthy of being a human, I'm not worthy of being a friend, I'm not worthy of being loved i-" he broke off, looking at the ceiling.

"you are more than just a name, sirius. you are worthy of being loved. you are worthy of being human, and you are worthy enough to have friends who care about you" you said firmly, forcing him to look back at you.

"it just hurts me sometimes" he admitted

"i know sweetheart" you cooed again. you felt like no words you said were enough when it came to this topic.

"am i really worthy of being loved?" he asked suddenly, turning his face to look at you.

"of course" you said. the silence got louder for a moment. "siri?" you asked, voice lighter than honeycomb.

"theres something Ive been wanting to tell you" he got out in a rush. "ever since we met on the train on our way here, from the tender age of eleven, my heart silently declared its allegiance to you. each passing day has been a testament to a love that started as a whisper and has grown into a resounding echo in my soul. darling, with every sunrise and every moonlit night, my affection for you deepens, as if there's an infinite well within me, filling with the boundless affection i hold for you. you are the constant melody in the symphony of my existence, and i fall harder for you with each beat of my heart" he said, turning to look at you.

you felt tears welling in your own eyes, and it only felt right when you leaned forward, pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.

to him, you tasted of strawberries and cocoa, warm and sweet and oh so extravagant, a taste so luxurious he couldn't get enough of it.

to you, he tasted of cigarette smoke, mint and cocoa, an intoxicating taste you couldn't get enough of

his lips pressed deeper against yours, hand grasping your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him, as he poured all his love and passion out for you.

time stopped, the world slowed and your heartbeat dropped to the lowest of lows. relaxed. calm. loved.

finally, when your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, you drew away, chests heaving as you looked at each other.

a slight flush lay on his cheeks, tinges of red littering his cheekbones. you could feel a heat thrumming in your own cheeks, and your heart felt like it was racing a million miles an hour.

"i don't know how long I've waited to say that to you" he breathed out, nuzzling his nose to yours.

"since our shared days at eleven, my heart has been a clandestine haven for the enchantment you brought into my life. you don't know how happy you made me with this. in the quiet dance of our days, my affection for you has blossomed into a resplendent garden, and with every sunrise, I find myself immersed deeper in the captivating allure of our love. you are the symphony that resonates in my heart, and i cherish you always" you told him, pressing a kiss to the swell of his cheekbone.

sirius felt his cheeks burn a deep red, and he tilted your lips up to press a searing kiss to them again.

"i love you" he gasped against your lips, drawing you closer to him.

"i love you too" you murmured against his lips moulding your body to him.

and as sirius lay there in your arms, pressing kisses as sweer and delicate as spun sugar against every part of your body but especially your lips, he realised there was no other place that felt more like home than your arms.

you.

you were his home.

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a/n : I've missed writing so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! marauders is a new field for me but if u have any reqs/ideas please do send in asks! happy reading ☺️♥️

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[moonyandpadsaretheloml]

I love the fan cast but…

These two men just are Remus and Sirius for me.

[randomcreator-09]

Freddie Mays: A Private Club in London, 1960s

🐧 - 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.

[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)

[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.”

[celestialsister0918]

Finale someone who write for Sirius😭😍 Are Requsts open?

I would love to consider a Sirius request! 🌟 I do only write for “older” Sirius… hope that’s okay. I’m always looking for new inspiration, so let me know what you’d like to see! 😊

[primadonalover]

Sworn to Hate Eachother

Summary: River and Y/n are sworn to hate eachother, however y/n starts to question her real feelings for her rival when Lamb suggests what could be the deep-rooted problem between them.

Short Note: Those of you who know Slow Horses know the way Lamb speaks. For me personally, I'm not a fan or swearing, so I won't be adding it in my writing. Just wanted to mention this incase you slow horses fans thought I'd written Lamb inaccurately

"How could you! How ... just....JUST HOW!?"

Lamb yelled whilst he marched round the carpet of his deteriorating office, laced with the not so faint stench of cigarettes and alcohol.

"I JUST...." He spoke with an exasperated tone, running his hand through the mess that he called hair.

"Look we're sorry alight." Cartwright spoke trying to reason with the hysterical man.

"You don't need to apologies for me, I'm not a baby." Y/n rolled her eyes at the agent that stood by her.

"Well you acted like a baby on the mission didn't you." Cartwright scoffed in response.

"Are you serious right now?! You were the one who was acting like a baby!"

"It was MY mission, therefore I got the gun!"

"Your can't shoot to save your life! I should have had that gun! It's just incredible how STUPID you are!"

"THATS NOT TRUE!"

"YOU BLOODY ALMOST SHOT ME! WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU CALL THAT?!"

"IF I'M STUPID THEN YOU MUST BE-"

"THATS IT!" Lamb shouted slamming his fist against his desk grabbing the attention if the two bickering intensely.

"First of all, you screw up a mission, a mission that was quite important for our reputation I might add, my reputation to be more direct. Second of all, the only decent reason you can give for this royal screw up is that you both "don't like eachother" .What are you a pair of children?! Thirdly, you both make my life a living hell! I mean..I mean what is it? I just don't get it?!" Lamb spoke in a state of confusion as he sat down staring at the two who both looked to floor ashamed.

"I mean I just don't get it, I....wait...oh bloody hell I should have seen this before." Lamb huffed leaning back in his chair rubbing his head.

"Seen what ?" River spoke as him and y/n looked at eachother confused but still with great hate.

"It's been staring me in the face this entire time!" Lamb rambled on. "Just so obvious!"

"What's obvious?!" Y/n asked curiously.

"Well, that you fancy eachother!"

"WE WHAT!?" Y/n and River exclaimed, almost falling to the floor with shock.

"Well clearly, there seems to be alot of...tension between you both sooo maybe you too both just need to f-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" River interrupted making Lamb chuckle.

"This is ridiculous, me!? With him?! " y/n scoffed pointing at River.

"Oh excuse me but what is exactly wrong with me?" River turned his rival putting his hands to his hips.

"Oh let me see, uhhh always seeking approval from others, self centred , can't do your job properly, that hair-"

"Wait, what? My hair , what's wrong with my hair!" River exclaimed looking from Lamb to Y/n.

"I mean where to begin." Y/n laughed whilst going to touch it only to have Rive slap her hand away.

"He just assaulted me." She spoke folding her arms turning to Lamb.

"Aleight alright alright I've had enough of this, both of you just do what you want but don't come crying to me like a bunch of babies when the other annoyes you, right! Now y/n get out whilst I talk to River."

"But Lamb-"

"Look I'm in no mood to argue, just go." Lamb waved his hand at y/n.

"Fine." She spoke glaring at River who stood there smirking as she slammed the door.

"Well that seemed intense." Louisa commented to y/n as she stormed out of the office.

"Yea well what's new with Cartwright." She mumbled siting down.

"So who one this round then?"

"Not actually sure, I mean Cartwrights the one still in the office and I don't hear shouting so...."

"Yea sounds like Lambs favours him this time." Louisa commented sitting next to y/n as they both began filing and sorting through old documents that Catherine asked them to look at.

"I don't know why, he was CLEARLY in the wrong."

"I don't even know why Lamb puts you on missions together, we all know it'll end up going wrong cause of a disagreement." Shirly spoke joining in the conversation.

"I think he enjoys it." Laughed y/n "You know he basically said me and Cartwright has sexual tension, I mean can you imagine."

Louisa and Shirly just glanced at eachother smirking.

"What! Guys come on! Me and Cartwright, that's crazy." Y/n shook her head in disgust.

"Well I see the way he looks at you and I just wonder." Louisa spoke whilst shirly nodded in agreement m

"He looks at me with hate, hello ? Has everyone lost there mind!"

"Oh I don't think he looks at you with hate exactly." Shirly chuckled.

"Fine, be like that but I swear that nothings going on between me and that stupid man."

Just as y/n spoke River stepped out from Lambs office glancing at her in the process, clearly hearing that last comment.

"See." Louisa smirked

"Shut up." Y/n hissed back as River walked up to them.

"What did Lamb want?" Shirly asked him.

"Uh another mission." He grumbled in response "He also says that he wants the filling done ready for tomorrow."

"Thats ridiculous, it'll take forever." Louisa spoke stunned as the rest looked on.

"I don't really think he cares." River responded trying to be sympathetic. "Anyway I'll see you guys tomorrow." He gave a small wave to the group, to only be ignored by none other than y/n.

"He looked sad that you ignored him." Shirly teased once River had left.

"OK enough, this is not a high school rom com, let's get it together people." Y/n stated strictly, trying to focus on the files though her mind kept going back to River, always River.

3 hours later

"Uh this is torture, even Lambs left." Shirly huffed putting her hands in head.

"Yea I was meant to be meeting up with some family tonight." Sighed Louisa still working through files

"And I had a party, we've all got problem." Shirly grumbled from her buried head.

After a minuet of thinking y/n spoke up .

"Look you both have plans for night and I don't have nothing better to do, so why don't you guys head out and I'll try and do my best with these files."

"Y/n you don't have to do that." Said Louisa

"Yea coudnt Catherine deal with it tomorrow." Spoke shirly.

"Oh no she's been of sick today, I don't want to have a bunch of work for her tomorrow. Honestly guys it's fine you go."

"Well only if your sure?"

"Louisa I'll be fine."

"Thanks bye!" Shirly exclaimed jumping up ,grabbing her coat and running out to the door.

"Well she woke up quickly." Y/n laughed as Louisa collected her stuff ready to head out.

"Hey y/n, thanks again." She called before heading out the door.

"Right then." Y/n said to herself as she looked at the remaining stack of papers. "Let's get this done."

As time went by y/n manged to work her way the the piles of papers, one file at a time. Though she coudnt help but think about what Lamb and the others had said and implied. Why did they all think she and River liked eachother, everything he did irritated her and probably the other way around aswell, but still, maybe there was something there? No she thought to herself, your being stupid y/n.

Suddenly whilst she was lost in the landscape of her own daydreaming a huge bang came from downstairs makeing her jump out of her chair.

"Wait what time is it." She mumbled looking at the clock , maybe it was Louise and she forgot something?

3 in the morning! That's not louisa. The worry continued as crashing noises continued and the sound of a person walking up the stairs became clearer. Not knowing what to do and not being equipped with any weapon she quickly grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey from Lambs office and hid behind the door.

She couldn't help but shake as the steps came closer and closer. Soon the door that she hid behind opened and figure that seemed to limp appeared.

Not knowing exactly how to handle the current situation y/n did what she usually did best . Throw a blind fit of rage.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!" She screamed jumping out from her hiding place, going to hit the stranger with the bottle.

"What the hell!" A familiar voice retaliated in shock.

"River?!' Y/n exclaimed confused, dropping the bottle. "Is that you?!"

"Yes it's me! Why's it so dark !,# why are you even still here?!"

"Well I thought you were a some thug so I turned of the lights to hide and I'm still going through the files, what are you doing here!?" She spoke going to find the lights switch.

"Doesn't matter." He grumbled turning away from her as the light turned on.

"What's wrong." Y/n spoke with suspicion as she watches him from behind. "Your limping."

"Just leave it."

"Uh no, you can barely stand on your leg and-"

"I hurt it."

"Hurt it? Hurt it how?" She carried on pushing

"Does it really matter y/n." River spoke, not angrily, no attitude infact y/n sensed a tone of tiredness and exhaustion in his voice.

"You gonna turn around to face me then." She crossed her arms determined to find out what was exactly going on with him.

For a moment he didn't do anything, just sighed.

Y/n walked up and gently put a hand to his shoulder.

"Please Cartwright, I know there's something wrong."

"Fine." He huffed tuning to face her.

"Oh my gosh cartwright!" Y/n exclaimed at the sight of him, face all beaten and bruised, cloths partially ripped and covered in blood.

"Happy?" He muttered, clearly in pain.

"What happened!?" She still coudnt get over the state he was in.

"I..." He began and looked down, tears began to form in his eyes. "I can't get into all this now, it's to much, everything just hurts." He tried his best to pull himself together but wasn't a success as soon the tears ran down his bloodied face uncontrollable.

Y/n had no clue what to do. She had never seen river cry, upset or even vulnerable, not like this.

"Do you have anyone who can take care of you, family maybe?" She asked softly still not sure what to exactly do.

He just shook his head "I dont want to cause my grandad any upset and um, there's no one else. That's why I came here, there's first aid kits and it's safe ."

"Oh right." Y/n repleid and the two just stood there.

"You can just carry on working if you want. I'll take care of myself." River stated and went to go and find a first aid kit , hobbling about the room, wincing every now and then.

"For goodness sake Cartwirght sit down." Y/n chuckled seeing the man trying to reach for the first aid kit on a high self.

"What-"

"Just sit down, I'll get that."

Once she got the kit and river was sat down as comfortably in the chair as he could y/n places the kit on the desk and began to seacgr through it for everything that was needed.

"I can do -"

"Cartwright I did nurses training, so can you put your pride aside and let me just help you, it looks like it just trust to move." She spoke sternly to which he nodded in response.

Sitting on the desk opposite him she began to gently rub the blood from his face.

"Thank you y/n." He spoke looking up to her as she took care of a cut on the side of his head.

"Thats ok" She smiled down at him and continued to work. "So was this to do with the mission Lamb sent you on?"

"Yea." River responded "I had to retrieve something from the park but I uh had a run in with Duffy ." He tried to brush it of.

"Wait Duffy did this to you!?"

"Yes this is all his fine work."

"I can't...I can't believe he did this to you."

"Well he does hate me." He chuckled in response as y/n got up to get him some water.

"I hate you but I'd never do this to you." She responded sadly. "I hate seeing you like this River."

"Wow." He laughed slightly taking the glass from her and watched as she sat opposite him.

"What?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you call me by my first name before."

"Don't worry I'll get back to cartwright. " She chuckled awkwardly realising what she had done aswell.

"Oh.....it's just I preferred it when you called me River." He spoke avoiding eye contact with her.

"You do?" She asked with a slight smile with river responding with a polite nod.

"Well then ......River, how are you feeling now."

"Just terrific." He chuckled

"Seriously River, you've had some very nasty injuries, I'm surprised you don't have concusion."

"Maybe I do!"

"Well then maybe we should test that.." the pair chuckled and y/n helped River stand on his feet , carefully holding onto him. She coudnt help but blush as they stood so close together. Maybe Lamb was right? No stop thinking that ! Y/n thought pushing his words aside.

"Can you stand ok?" She asked as he clucthed onto her arm,keeping her close to him. There faces close, only parted by height.

"I think I can." River spoke almost in a whisper a line of nervs laced in his voice. Y/n was sure she caught his eyes dart from hers to her lips then bach but she to her eyes. No. Lamb couldn't be right.

"Shall I let go so you can stand on your own then." She went to pulll away from him only for River to hold her tighter to him , staring down at her with a longing in his eyes.

"River I -" Before she could finish she felt his beaten and bruised hand gently cup her cheek , lifting her head slightly so that they were gazing into eachothers eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispeed closely to her lips gently rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"Yes." She spoke nervously.

"You don't actually think I'm stupid do you?" He asked sounding embarrassed. Y/n coudnt help but chuckle with how concerned he seemed about it.

"No River of course I don't, I was just angry."

"Oh that's good then." He smiled nervously inching closer.

"And you know." Y/n smirked looking up at him , you have pretty great hair aswell."

"Oh really?"

"Yea I do." She smiled, gently running her fingers through the golden hair, causing his cheeks to flush as she did so.

Suddenly and without thinking through anything y/n leant up on her tip toes and gently placed a soft and delicate kiss to Rivers lips.

She could feel the man's shock depsite how they'd been obviously moving closer and closer to eachother by the minute.

However River swiflty got over the initial suprise of y/ns bold move and leaned into the kiss, softy but not lacking in any passion as he moved his lips against hers.

Soon his hands trailed down to her waist trying to pull her as close to him as possible.

As the kiss became more intense with River backing y/n up against the desk, the realisation suddenly struck her overwhelmingly.

"Wait River wait." She mumbled against his lips beginning to pull away as he lightly bit down on her bottom lip.

"What..whats wrong, did I do something worng. " He whispered nervously afraid he'd messed up.

"No you didn't but-"

"Well let's carry on then." He chuckled going in for another kiss only to be gently pushed back again.

"River we can't." She spoke looking down.

"But why? You kissed me !"

"I know I did."

"You seemed like you very much enjoyed kissing me!"

"River I know-"

"You said you liked my hair!"

"I do!"

"Then what's the problem!?" He began raising his voice.

"Lamb." She mumbled

"What do you mean?"

"If we happen , then he'd be right!"

"Wait, just wait a minute , you clearly like me and I REALLY like you ...alot! We'd be great together, you know we'd be great together but your just to proud to admit that Lamb was right!"

"River he'd never let it go, we'd get comments everyday! By everyone, not just Lamb!"

"Oh so our relationship would be an inconvenience to you! Or maybe an embarrassment!"

"We're not even in a relationship Cartwright!"

"Yea youve got one thing right." He scoffed and began for the door. "And don't call me River again!" He yelled slamming the door on his way out.

"FINE BY ME! ITS A STUPID NAME ANYWAY!" Y/n screamed back tears in her eyes. "I MEAN OBVIOUSLY YOUR MUM NEVER CARED ABOUT YOU, TO GIVE HER SON A STUPID NAME LIKE THAT!"

Y/n thought she heard him stop on the steps, was he coming back up. Maybe she took it to far. No wait, he's leaving.

She liked him, she knew she liked him alot, but once again they ended up in a fight.

Well that was it now, there was no coming back from what was said.

Hope you all enjoyed thus darlings!

Shall I consider a Part 2😏💕?

[misterloneliness]

This is the first time I am writing such a story, so I ask you to leave a review about the work, it will help me in the future.

Also, I am not a native English speaker and this is the first time I upload to this application, please forgive me for mistakes.

Have fun reading.)

Amy's laugh

The rays of the sun touched the girl's face, causing her to frown and open her eyes. She looked around and, not finding her lover, went in search of him.

After going downstairs, the girl noticed a man on the couch.

"How strange," she thought.

The man was fast asleep, suspecting nothing. Approaching the sofa, she carefully sat down on its edge so as not to wake her lover. For several minutes she watched the sleeping man, not understanding why he was sleeping here and not next to her in bed. Still half asleep, she lay down next to him, carefully hiding her head on his chest. She lay there, enjoying his calm breathing, her fingers lightly sliding over his chest, leaving invisible patterns. The girl moved her head to her lover's shoulder and stared intently at his face, delving into every detail, while her fingers continued to create their patterns on his body, rising and falling. She studied his serene expression carefully until a gentle smile flashed across his face, followed by a pleasant sigh. The girl smiled and took her hand away. The man didn't like it very much.

- So you're not sleeping! She smiled slyly.

- As you can see. The man smiled back. - And you could have returned the hand.

The girl laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her hand, which caused her lover to look at her with displeasure.

- Why did you sleep here? She asked with a serious expression on her face.

- Well, yesterday you said that I was bothering you, so I left.

- Well, you went to bed, and I had to repeat the script. I asked: "Am I bothering you?" And when he received an affirmative answer, he left.

The girl sat down on the sofa.

-I'm sorry, Gary, I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I... I...- she repeated, almost crying.

- Hey, honey. What are you?

The man sat down next to his beloved.

-I'm sorry, - she whispered, hiding her face in her hands.

- Honey, it's not your fault. It's all good. The man comforted her, stroking her hands.

-No! I always ruin everything!

- What? Don't talk nonsense!

The girl looked at Gary.

- Amy, honey, calm down, nothing terrible happened. It's not your fault! Do you understand me?! The man smiled tenderly, trying to comfort his beloved.

- Yes....

- That's nice.

The man hugged the girl tightly and pushed her back onto the sofa with him.

- And now to sleep.

- You just woke up. The girl smiled, patting the strands of Gary's hair that had fallen on her face.

- Yes, but I slept alone, and now I want to be with you.

-As you wish, Mr. Oldman.- Amy grinned, resting her head on her lover's chest.

Gary gently pulled his beloved to him, placing his hands on her waist. The man plunged into her curls and inhaled the sweet fragrance with pleasure.

- Honey.- the man decided to break the silence.

- Yes?

- Can I ask you a few questions? If you don't want to, you don't have to answer.

- What kind of questions are these?

- So you agree?

- Yes.

- Why don't you love yourself so much?

The girl was shocked, she did not expect such a question. But gathering her courage, she replied:

- No one has ever loved me.... No matter what I didn't like, everyone hated me. I was raised only by my father, he always said that I was stupid, because I did not meet his expectations. And I didn't have anyone else. Most likely because of this.- it was hard for the girl to say that.

Gary held her even tighter.

- I love you!

-I know, honey.

- Why do you cover your mouth with your hand when you laugh? Is it also because of my father?

-No, when I was a child, a boy told me that I had a terrible laugh and an ugly smile. Well, since then I've been covering my mouth with my hand. The girl replied sadly.

- You have the best laugh on the planet, Princess!- the man said tenderly, looking at his beloved.

- I don't think that's true.

- So you don't believe me? -Gary grinned playfully.

- Nope.

- All right. I'll prove it to you now, and I'll check something out at the same time.

- Wha...

Before the girl could finish, the man squeezed her sides, which made her tense up. But that didn't stop Gary, he continued to run his fingertips along her sides with careful and gentle movements. The girl diligently endured, but at some point the man's hands were in her armpits. A laugh escaped the girl's lips, she quickly pressed her hand to her mouth.

- Stop it..

- No. Until you tell me that you have the best laugh and the most beautiful smile.

- But it's not like that!

The man did not answer, only tightened his grip on his beloved's sides.

She couldn't take it anymore and laughed.

-Stop it!- the girl screamed.

- You know what you need to say, princess - a wide smile appeared on the man's face, he sincerely enjoyed the process and, of course, the sweet laughter of his princess. His fingers quickly ran along the sides of the girl.

-Hahahahahahahahahahahahah

Amy's shoulders were shaking with laughter.

-You have such a sweet laugh- Gary teased.

- No!

- That's how it is. Okay.

Oldman sat on the girl's legs just below the knees. Then he squeezed her hips.

-HAHAHAHAHHA

The girl tried to remove the man's hands, but it's not so easy to do when you're being tickled.

- A weak point? The man chuckled. His fingers methodically pressed on the girl's hips, causing the martyr to laugh loudly.

Although it was hard to call her that. Yes, you're right. She liked it, she had never experienced this before.

Gary has always been gentle, and now especially, he did not want to hurt his beloved. The man decided that it was time to switch and the next place was the girl's flat stomach. Gary slipped his hands under the girl's T-shirt, although in fact it was his T-shirt, which she "borrowed" and no longer returns like the weather. But he wasn't mad at all, he liked it when she put on his clothes.

Well, he slipped his hands under her T-shirt and gently pressed on her beloved's stomach. The reaction did not take long to wait, at the same moment loud laughter pierced the room.

- HHAAHHAHAHAHA

- Is this also a weak point? Or are you that sensitive, dove?

-HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

The girl could not answer anything, laughter would not allow.

Oldman gently tickled his beloved's stomach, enjoying her laughter.

Then the man decided to switch to the sensitive armpits of his beloved. He put his hands in her armpits, but the girl held his arms to his sides. It certainly didn't save her, but it slightly reduced the tickling. Then Gary grabbed Amy's wrist and lifted them over her head. He held her wrists with his right hand and tickled the princess's armpits with his left.

-HHHAHAHAHAHAHHHH

The girl was twitching her arms, trying to free herself, but it was all in vain, Gary was much stronger than her.

- How sensitive you are, dove. I like it so much," the man continued to tease.

-GARIHHAAHAZ

- Yes, honey?

- HAHAHAHAHA

- Should I switch to another place? Oldman smiled.

- NOHHAHAHAHA

- What are you saying? Yes?

The man put his hands on the girl's knees and squeezed them. This caused an even more violent reaction.

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHAHAHAHAH

- Are your knees ticklish too? How sweet, baby. Gary smiled gently.

The girl blushed even more, and tears welled up in her eyes. The man noticed this and decided that he had overdone it, so he stopped at the same second. The girl let out a sigh of relief, but the intermittent laughter was still leaping from her lips.

- Are you okay?

- Yes, blushing, the girl replied, wiping away tears.

- Are you sure? It seemed to me that I had overdone it- Gary was looking at his beloved with concern. - I'm sorry, baby...

- It's okay, honey.

Gary gently pulled his beloved to him and kissed her on the forehead.

- Wait...

- What?

-You never asked me to stop.Did you like it? Oldman asked hopefully.

-N.... no, not at all...

-Don't lie to me, Princess.

- I'm not cheating!

- Hey, no need to be ashamed of it, it's very sweet.

The girl blushed and looked away.

- Mmm so, did you like it?

- Yes,- the girl admitted, blushing even more.

- I tried - the man smiled proudly.

- You fool! -Amy laughed.

- So what?

- Who has the most beautiful laugh?

— I don't know.

- How stubborn you are, pigeon.

The man grabbed the girl by the waist and laid her belly on his lap. Then he grabbed her sides.

- AHAHAH

- I love your laugh, baby.

- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now the girl did not try to get out, she just lay there and enjoyed the process.

Gary gently tickled his beloved. He decided to go lower and clung to the girl's hips again.

- HAHHAAAHA NOTHAHAHAH

- Huh, you're so cute.

After tormenting her for a few minutes, he decided to go even lower and tickled her popliteal cavities. The man did not expect such a revision.

-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE THE BEST LAUGH AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE!!! HAHAHAHAHA GRABHIHAHAHAT

Gary immediately stopped and looked at his beloved in surprise, but at the same time there was a wide smile on his face.

- So that's your weak spot!

The girl was still trying to catch her breath.

- Please don't do this anymore..

- Sorry, baby . Was it too much?

- Yes...

-But you told the truth! The man smiled proudly.

-Huh

The girl got up from the man's lap and sat down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. And Gary, in turn, put his head on the head of his beloved.

-I love you- Amy whispered.

Oldman looked at her in surprise. She hadn't said that before.

- I should have said this a long time ago, but for some reason I was afraid.... Thank you, Gary, you've done a lot for me.

- I love you too, baby. And you don't have to be afraid of me. Okay? I want you to be happy.

-And I'm very grateful to you for that, honey.

- Come with me. The man got up from the couch and held out his hand to Amy.

The girl put her hand in his and got up from her seat. Oldman led her into the hallway. They went to the closet with a mirror, then the man put his hands on the shoulders of his beloved and put her in front of the mirror.

- What do you see?

- Well, yourself - the girl shrugged her shoulders.

- And I see a very beautiful girl with soft hair, gentle eyes, a beautiful smile, a slender figure, suitable height. The best girl, the most caring, the sweetest, the perfect one! Baby, I want to say that you are beautiful, that I love you the way you are. You don't need to change your appearance, much less lose weight. You're perfect! You need to love yourself.

The girl listened to her beloved man with her eyes on the floor, because she did not want him to see her tears.

- Dear?

Oldman lifted Amy's face by the chin and looked into her eyes.

- Honey..

Gary hugged Amy tightly.

-There's no need to cry, Princess.

- I love you, Gary.

- I love you more!

- Haha - the girl laughed through her tears.

He hugged Amy even tighter. The girl giggled softly into her lover's shoulder.

- Mmmmm? Huh, you're so cute. Oldman repeated, lightly tickling the girl's side.

- Haahaha well, don't.

- All right, pigeon.

Now, having learned the weakness of his beloved, Gary often used it if, for example, she was sad. Amelia did not mind, on the contrary, the gentle touches of a loved one drove the girl crazy and made her choke with laughter. It became a part of their lives and they loved it.

[allexthakatt]

Everyone wants young Sirius Black. That's fine or whateva but SIRIUS BLACK FROM GOLDEN TRIO ERA?!! I want an x reader of THIS mf

Get that BOY away from me I want the MAN 😩🤤

[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.

[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💕

[willows-lane]

mount everest ain't got shit on me

[randomcreator-09]

Chapter 09 OUT! ^^

⚠️Contains 18+⚠️

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: The Dark Day

Rating: NC17 (language and smut)

Summary: You and Gordon try to make breakfast, but get distracted. It's fine.

Notes: This is part two (but technically part three?) to The Dark Morning and The Dark Night.

Warnings: language, explicit oral sex

Making breakfast together was always a game of who could distract who first, one that both of you played rather well. You would divide the prep work, each of you working at opposite ends of the kitchen counter, and whichever of you could distract the other long enough to finish their portion first would get to kick back while the loser cooked and later, cleaned up the mess.

This morning was no different. After falling back asleep for a few more hours, you got up a little after twelve o’clock and decided to have breakfast despite the lunch hour. You were stirring ingredients for pancake batter into a bowl while Jim was cutting onions, breaking and whisking eggs, and grating cheese for omelets. From the corner of your eye, his head turned toward you, and you couldn’t help the smirk that began to form on your lips.

“It’s completely unfair,” he said, looking back to make two more cuts on the onion and setting the knife down. “Just so you know.”

Your smirk widened. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me in my underwear before.”

You had decided, much to his chagrin as well to his delight, to cook breakfast in the very clothes you slept in — a white, ribbed tank top and black boy shorts. He was also wearing his pajamas, which while being much more modest than yours were just as effective at distracting you. Something about seeing Sergeant James Gordon, who was usually immaculate in his suit and tie, in comfortable flannel pajama pants and a soft t-shirt just made your mouth water. Add to that the way his hair was just messy enough to be sexy rather than funny, and you swore that you being in your underwear was merely you evening the playing field.

“True, but that doesn’t mean it has any less impact,” he replied, leaning back to get a look at how the boyshorts only covered about two-thirds of your ass. “Christ, and you look so good in them.”

He came up behind you and put his hands on either side of your hips, his finger slipping under your tank top, and his head resting on your shoulder.

“Why do you look so good?” he whispered, taking your earlobe between his teeth and kissing along your jaw. He pulled you back against him and slowly pulled your hair to one side, placing it in front of the opposite shoulder.

“You know there’s only so much of a cushion you have before I catch up to you,” you warned breathlessly, leaning back against him.

He ignored your counsel, instead dropping a kiss on the back of your neck.

“What gives you the right to look so good so early in the day?” he purred against your ear, kissing a path down the side of your neck.

You hummed, hands stopping mid-stir as your eyes fell shut. “You’re cheating,” you said in a shiver.

His answer vibrated against your pulsepoint. “You started it.”

One of his hands slipped lower, his finger sliding under the waistband of your panties, earning a gasp from you. Tipping your hips back, you brushed his bulge with your ass, smiling when he grunted against your skin. There was movement in his pants that you felt, a light brush against your ass that alerted you to the fact that he was becoming just as turned on as you were.

“How long do you think this stuff can stay out without going bad?”

“I think the FDA recommends no more than two hours at room temperature,” you answered, turning in his arms and closing the space between you. Pressing your lips against his, you pushed him away from the counter, your fingers immediately finding his soft hair.

His glasses skimmed your forehead as he pulled them off, pausing at the corner of the counter to set them down before he let you push him against the wall. His hands cradled your face as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue gently tracing the seam of your lips. As your tongues tenderly wrestled in your mouth, the two of you rolled along the wall, turning the corner into the hallway as you tugged at his shirt, bringing it up and over his head while he led you back toward the bedroom.

When your lips met again, he had caught your bottom lip between his, sucking softly as the two of you stumbled down the hall. His deft fingers slipped under your tank top, pulling it off you before he left it on the floor just outside the kitchen. Holding you against one side of the hallway, Jim dipped and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply.

“Fuck!”

He hummed, biting down on the peak in the mouth. “We could do that,” he purred, kissing his way back up to your lips. “But I believe you said something about licking every inch of each other, didn’t you?”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” you replied with a smirk, rolling sideways so that he was pressed against the wall instead. Giving him one last kiss, you started a path down from his neck to his chest, biting one of his nipples as you sank to your knees.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry,” you said with a playful smile.

“No, you’re not,” he replied, smirking down at you. His head fell back against the wall, groan rumbling in his throat as you mouthed him over his flannel pajama pants.

Following the outline of his thick bulge, you curled your fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. You licked your lips at the sight of his cock bobbing in front of you and wrapped a hand around him, lifting it to pull his balls into your mouth one at a time. Jim groaned, his hips arching toward you as one hand threaded fingers in your hair. With the flat of your tongue, you lavved from his sac all the way up the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft until you reached the tip. You pulled his foreskin back and took the glistening head between your lips, shifting your eyes up to his face as you sucked softly.

The moment his eyes met yours, his cock gave a lurch, nearly slipping from your mouth. A gasp caught in his throat when you started to sink down his shaft, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you were relaxing your throat and letting him slip down.

“Oh God, Y/N,” he groaned, his fingers tightly curling around your hair.

Swallowing around him, you hummed and brought your free hand up to massage his balls while you slowly pulled back up, prolonging the anticipation of a proper blowjob for as long as possible. His jaw clenched, the hand in your hair tugging every few seconds, as though he was trying to keep himself from using his grip to move your head over him. Smiling around him as you reached his head, your tongue circled the v beneath his tip, earning another grunt. You swallowed the precum that oozed from his opening and began to bob over his hips. Your other hand stroked his base, smearing the saliva that your mouth left behind.

The only thing you loved more than the taste of Jim Gordon were the sounds he made while you tasted him. Deep, soft, throaty sounds that let you know just how delirious it made him when you were on your knees, worshiping his cock as though it was the last thing you would do on this earth. And coupled with the noises your mouth made as it slid up and down on his shaft, it was enough to make you come without him even needing to touch you.

It wasn’t long before his hips began to rock, his fingers once again tightening in your hair, and this time he didn’t hesitate to use his grip to guide your movements. His moans came closer together as he neared his orgasm, prompting you to double your efforts for a few more thrusts.

“I’m gonna come!” he moaned.

Inhaling deeply through your nose, you took him all the way down your throat again, swallowing around him.

A harsh growl ripped from his throat as his release burst from the tip of his cock, shooting down your throat while you swallowed around him. You cast your eyes up to his face as you pulled up, keeping the suction as you slid back to his head and swallowed the last of him before you let him pop free of your lips. His forehead was shiny with sweat and his chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. Taking him between your lips again, you sucked the head of his cock gently, drawing out his orgasm and humming anytime an aftershock made him flex in your mouth. Pressing one last kiss on the underside of his head, you stood up and smiled at him like the cat that ate the canary.

His eyes slowly opened a moment later, head tilting down to kiss you full on the mouth as he stepped out of his pants, and picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him as he carried you into your bedroom and carefully laid you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor in front of you, pulling down your panties and moving to settle between your thighs. With a smirk flashed up at you, he dipped his head and licked you with the flat of his tongue, sending a flurry of tickles from your center to your nipples.

You arched your back, eyes closing as you used your heel against the back of his shoulder as leverage to pull him closer. His tongue narrowed to a soft point as he began to draw indistinct patterns over your labia, sending more gentle bolts of electricity through your sex. A sharp gasp passed through your lips as he suckled your labia, his tongue gliding between them a few times before it dipped closer to your entrance.

“Jim,” you whimpered in a shudder as he traced your opening.

Pressing his face closer, he dipped his tongue inside you, getting a proper taste of your pussy. Needing more, your legs moved to plant your feet on the bed, widening your knees as you rolled your hips against him. Of everyone you had ever been with, Jim was the only one who made you feel worshiped when he used his mouth on you, leaving open-mouthed kisses over every inch of your sex, sucking every bit he could, and seeming to enjoy every minute of it. You had realized as much when one night, he had taken it upon himself to spend two hours straight playing with you with only his lips and tongue. Needless to say it had been the best two hours of your life.

“You taste so good,” he purred, finally moving up to tickle your clit with his mustache before he flicked his tongue over it. After a moment, he pulled the bud between his lips and suckled, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you down against him. One of his hands left a few moments before his finger pressed against your opening, slowly sinking until he was buried deep inside you. Beginning a slow in and out pace, his free hand slid up your stomach until he reached your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between two fingers.

You moaned deeply, body squirming beneath his touch, arching your back and rocking your hips alternately. One leg draped over his shoulder again, your heel pulling him against you as he added a second finger and switched breasts. You gasped when he nipped gently on your clit and fisted the comforter beneath you, chasing the orgasm you could feel brewing just beneath the surface. The hand on your breasts slid down to press on your lower belly while the fingers inside you curled, reaching the spongy tissue on your upper wall.

“Fuck! Jim, right there! Don’t stop!” you cried, arching your back again as the tingles between your legs reached a fever pitch. Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to get closer to him as the coil inside you tightened even more. You were right… there…

A moan caught in your throat, your mouth open in a silent cry as your muscles gripped his long fingers and your orgasm spread through you like a warm glow. You held your breath, hoping that doing so would make it last just a little longer and your hips bucked wildly against his lips and tongue. Toes curling and flexing, your body slowly settled into tremors as your moans gradually softened into deep, long sighs.

Pulling out his fingers, he flattened his tongue again and licked your seam, dropping kisses and licks on your skin as he leisurely made his way up your body. His belly grazed against your pussy, sending another flurry of tingles through you as his lips pressed against yours. His half-hard cock was pressed against the underside of your ass with just enough pressure to let you know he was there.

Kisses lowering to your neck, he held you close, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper, “You look so beautiful when you lose control like that.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders, you held him close as you came down from your orgasm. His mustache scratched lightly against your neck as he kissed the column of your throat.

“You are really good at eating pussy, Jim Gordon,” you said, biting your bottom lip when he chuckled against your skin.

“Think we’ve got time for a shower?” he asked, grazing your cheek with his nose affectionately.

Nodding with a smile, you lifted your head to capture his lips once more, humming contently. Rolling off of you, he pulled you up off the bed, the two of you making your way into the bathroom, where he turned on the water.

He followed you into the shower and the two of you took turns wetting your hair, when you turned to him, a smirk still firmly planted on your face as you said, “Looks like I win this time, Gordon.”

He knitted his brows. “I would call that a draw.”

You shook your head. “No way, you stopped working first, fair is fair.”

He rolled his eyes. “How about a compromise?”

You arched a brow in interest. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll cook, you clean up.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal.” Reaching for the shampoo, you began to wash your hair before you washed Jim’s. “And then maybe later we can snuggle up and watch a movie?”

“Probably much later,” he answered, rinsing his hair after you’d rinsed yours. “I fully intend to ravage you again after we eat. And again, and again, and then maybe one last time. Then you can clean up the kitchen.”

You grinned, closing the space between you to kiss his lips. “Yes, sir, Sergeant Gordon.”

[celestialsister0918]

Got the promo photos together for my new Sirius piece last night and have about 3k words down. This one’s in response to the request for an Older Sirius x (adult) goddaughter reader with fluff, cuddles, and angst. I’m super excited how it’s coming together and can’t wait to share it with you all!

🦁 🐺 🥃 🚬 🏍️ ❤️🐱 💍 🎈 💐 🧁 💝

Why? he nagged himself. Why do you fucking care?

But every cell in his body knew the answer to that. It was only his higher faculties, his sense of decorum, his obligation to his dear friends— your parents— that kept up this internal war between beast and gentleman. The rest of him knew that the sweet, soft nuzzle of your head on his chest and the smooth feeling of your tattooed thigh beneath his hand made his life worth living. The possibility of someone else experiencing it instead, until death did you part, made Sirius Black want to commit the offense for which he’d languished twelve years in prison…