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Thunderbolts plot theory

Ok so i js recently rewatched the og avengers and looking at the stills from the new thunderbolts movie i concocted a theory. stay with me now is this doesnt make sense lol. ok i believe that this movie will mirror the events kinda of the avengers movie. for example:

the battle of Manhattan, it seems like the thunderbolts are gonna have their own battle of Manhattan because if u look at some of the scences in the trailers, the tbolts are entering, leaving and seem to be around avengers tower which may be being rebuilt to be the watchtower for sentry by val.

i believe val is gonna be the nick fury for the thunderbolts. like in the avengers nick is the reason why the avengers all come together to stop loki and the aliens. it seems like val is the boss of some of the tbolts team (yelena seen in bw and john seen in tfatws). also her saying the "the avengers are not coming" may have caused bucky to want to form a team of his own. I believe that she is bringing the team togther to put them in some sort of death trap like the synposis of the movie says (i think the trap may be sentry or void, im excited to see)

now we all know that the most common theory for this movie is that taskmaster is gonna die. like marvel literally spoiled it by not including her in doomsday but having the rest of the team there. i think she is gonna be mirror of that one shield agent( i dont remember his name lmao but i think he was also in the thor movies and was a frind of thor) who died and caused the avengers to group up and fight loki. like it think her death, if it happens, will bring the team together over their common grief. its kinda fucked up that they brought her back js for that if it does happen but we'll she right? ok guys sorry if this messy i wanted to share thoughts with someone but i have friends who are into the mcu tell me what u think!

miss possessive - congressman bucky barnes

okay not my best work, i swear i have like nine drafts i've come up with in a week, none of them good enough to post.

this is inspired by miss possessive by tate mcrae even though i completely lost sight of the song really quickly

~~~

you really had no right to be so jealous.

you watched him from across the floor, sipping on your flute of champagne. you'd grabbed it off of one of those waiters' trays as they were walking about the room.

it tasted like shit. you didn't like the taste of wine, and it wasn't even enough to get you drunk.

you knew this kind of event was difficult for him to sit through, but hey, he made his choice going into politics.

you watched as he made his rounds, speaking to various donors and attempting to charm them. you watched as all their wives fawned over your-

no.

you watched as all their wives fawned over him, bringing him in for a hug instead of a handshake. of course they were interested; he was the best looking man here. yes, he was the oldest man in the room, but appeared to be the youngest and was, regardless, easily the most attractive. and all the thirty-some wives of the cranky old rich white men wanted him.

it pissed you off. not that you had the right to be pissed, but. oh well. you're just a girl.

after two flutes of champagne, you watch as one of the donors receives a phone call, leaving his wife with Bucky. ever the gentleman, he would never leave a woman all by herself in a room full of sharks who might try to snatch her up. 

Bucky was very much a different man than he was in the forties, of course. doesn't mean he lost the ability to attract every woman in the room.

you can't stand idly by as she puts his hands all over him, and he can't take his eyes off of her. no, of course he would never go for a married woman. what he did know, though, was that if he pissed her off, her husband wouldn't donate to his campaign.

you roll your eyes and decide it's time for some hard liquor.

you hide in the corner of the room, drinking your much stronger beverage as fast as possible. no, getting drunk at a professional event isn't the best idea, but what do you care. you're not the star of the show.

he is.

he's the brilliant ex-POW who's turned his entire life around in a whole new century. he's the gorgeous soldier who not only survived, but is also electing to do something meaningful with his life. 

he's the star tonight.

he's the star of every thought you have of your future, but that can't possibly come to surface now. it's not the time or place. 

watching him entertain this woman truly boils your blood, but at least you have some actual alcohol in your system now. you no longer feel the need to justify why her hands on his pristine suit makes you want to grab her by the diamonds around her neck and yank her off of him. you can justify your desire to grab him by the tie to pull him away from her and yell at him for not focusing on what's important. 

you bite your tongue. you knew it was all a ploy.

doesn't mean you had to like it. 

~~~

while you stand at the bar waiting for your second beverage of the evening, a man comes up next to you, and the bartender takes his drink order. 

you give him a small, awkward smile as you briefly make eye contact. you're kind of shocked: he's definitely the only man in this room who appears to be younger than 60, Bucky excluded.

you almost startle when he speaks up, introducing himself. Michael, he says his name is.

you turn to actually face him this time. roughly 40, plenty taller than you, and brown hair sprinkled with some greys in there. your perfect type. you quietly tell yourself you're done drinking–no way you're gonna fuck this up. if you weren't so mad about Bucky's new admirer, you might be a tad less inclined to speak to him, but… 

you step closer as you give him a real smile and introduce yourself.

"so, correct me if I'm wrong, but something tells me you're here alone tonight," he begins, indicating to your left hand. no ring. 

you laugh a little. 

"you would be correct," you tell him. "I could say the same about you."

he smiles back at you. it's so beautiful you forget all about your boss and the woman he's now got on his arm as he continues to walk around–

well. you almost forget. good enough.

"you would also be correct."

you explain why you're here, you work for one of the candidates. although, you don't tell him who, exactly. he explains why he's here, one of the patrons. you have to pry the information out of him, but you appreciate it: he's trying to talk to you without flashing his money in your face. it's noble, you think.

you eventually learn he's interested in actually getting to know the candidates' campaigns, not just what they think they can offer him in return for his money.

"you know, I would be happy to learn more about your boss' campaign. from one of the people who probably understands it best," he tells you. you're slightly taken aback for a moment, not aware this was a business interaction. you never even told him who your boss was, so it was confusing, to say the least.

you felt stupid for thinking he was actually interested, for thinking that he was flirting with you.

"oh, of course-" you begin to tell him, but he interjects, "after I take you out, perhaps?"

your smile perks back up subconsciously. so you didn't have it wrong.

"I would love that," you tell him, carefully taking the lapels of his jacket into your hands. you feel his hands come to your waist, and it's like a jolt of energy runs up your spine.

you look closer and almost flip your shit as you see his eyes up close. they're Bucky's eyes. he's not Bucky, sadly, but. 

you're fucked.

"maybe dinner can happen... another time?" you offer, hoping he gets the hint. you realize you probably look like a whore throwing yourself at him like this.

he chuckles. "I've got a room upstairs, if you'd like to come have drinks instead of dinner."

hell yes. you're gonna score tonight, even if it's not with the man you dream about with your hands between your legs every night-

"I would," you say, and bite your tongue. "I just... have to stick around until this thing is over. yeah?"

he nods and steps back. "I suppose I should also do what I came here for," he chuckles. "I'll come find you later?"

you smile and you feel your face go pink. "sounds good."

you can't help the fact that your gaze reverts immediately back to your boss the second the man walks off. Bucky hasn't spared you a single glance all evening, but the second you look back at him this time, you're suddenly staring into his beautiful eyes. 

he holds eye contact with you for what feels like an eternity. his expression is muted, no real emotion showing. maybe... curiosity?

of course he's not going to look mad, or upset, or jealous. you have to stop thinking he'd ever look at you with anything other than pure professionalism.

because he's everything. and you're just a kid, lost in the world, desperately in love with your boss, and everything is fucking falling apart around you.

at least you've got a rich, hot, older man ready to fuck you tonight.

~~~

you kept to your word to yourself and didn't drink for the rest of the night, although you continued hovering at the bar for the semblance of safety it provided.

you continued staring at Bucky for the next two hours. the clingy woman's husband had, in fact, returned and took her away from Bucky. clearly, she was pissed, but tried to hide it. you had to bite back a smirk.

he didn't look back at you once for the rest of the evening.

eventually, the crowd dies down. you realize that now, you have to explain to your boss that you won't be riding back to the office with him, effectively telling him your exact plans for the rest of the night. embarrassing!

you're almost ready to bite the bullet and bid Bucky a good night, scanning the room for him, when you hear a voice from behind you. 

"we still on for drinks?"

you plaster a smile on your face as you turn around to the man standing behind you.

"absolutely," you say, taking his hands. "lead the way."

you begin to follow the man, telling yourself to try and remember to shoot your boss a text to 'not worry about you' before getting your clothes torn off by this man who's currently whisking you away.

you get into the elevator with him, what's his name, you think? oh, Michael, and yank him in hard, crashing your mouths together, putting all of your energy into how badly you need this.

you're startled by the sound of a clanging of metal, ripping your mouth away from the man's and turning to face the noise.

well, apparently, you were too eager and stupid enough to not wait for the elevator doors to entirely shut, because you see now that the noise was a result of Bucky's vibranium arm grabbing the elevator door. he pushes it open and steps inside, eyes piercing daggers through you the whole time.

you stand there, appalled. the man gently pulls away from you, reaching out a hand to attempt to shake Bucky's hand.

"Mr. Barnes, it's a pleasure," he begins. "my apologies for this... less than ideal meeting."

Bucky doesn't even look at the man, eyeing you up and down, taking in your smudged lipstick and the way your dress is slightly out of place.

the man attempts once more to interject. "Mr. Barnes, please, don't worry about her. why don't us men go back downstairs and have a real discussion? I'd love to hear more about your campaign."

wait. why do his words sound like they're throwing you under the bus, almost?

Bucky notices it, too, you realize. he tilts his head in the man's direction before actually averting his gaze to look at him.

"and leave the lady all by herself?" he asks.

"don't worry about that. she's... inconsequential. if you and I can just go back downstairs and–"

"what did you just say?" Bucky asks. you swear he doesn't look like your boss anymore, but someone... else.

the man is taken aback by Bucky's demeanor. his mouth gapes like an idiot.

"you do know this is my assistant, right?" Bucky asks him. the man's face goes pale as the pieces slot together in his head.

"Mr. Barnes, my apologies, truly," he says.

you just stand there feeling more stupid than ever. inconsequential? wow, okay. you almost don't even care that he's dismissing your entire existence, but you can't stand the fact that he's doing it in front of Bucky. you care more about what Bucky thinks of you than literally anyone else, and now? now he's going to see you as a fucking slut who isn't even good enough for a man to commit to for one night.

god, you're pathetic.

"shouldn't you be apologizing to her?" Bucky grits.

the elevator doors open to the man's floor, and he mumbles a sorry under his breath as he runs out.

great. not only do you look pathetic in front of your boss, but you're not getting fucked tonight, either. just great.

the doors shut behind Bucky, who has now returned his gaze to you. you wonder if he's going to press the button to go back to the lobby.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Mr. Barnes," you say, swallowing your embarrassment as you stand up straight and adjust your dress.

he just stares at you.

"what?" you ask.

"are you okay?" he asks, and he looks genuinely concerned.

you know he cares about you, you're his assistant, after all. but that's it.

"fine," you assure him, and begin to reach behind him to press the button to take you back down to the lobby.

he gently grabs your wrist before you can.

you look at him, confused. you know your face says it all.

"Mr.–" you begin.

"Bucky," he corrects.

"can I press the button, Mr. Barnes?"

he still hasn't let go of your wrist. you feel stupid for enjoying the feel of his metal hand against your skin, for getting to feel a part of him that's real.

"you know, you clearly picked out the worst of the men here tonight," he observes.

you roll your eyes and pull your wrist away from him before you do something stupid.

"are you kidding? this place was riddled with capitalist billionaires and politicians. like you," you say, smirking.

he chuckles a little.

you can't help yourself, though. can't let it go unsaid.

"clearly you had some interested parties of your own tonight."

he rolls his eyes and finally turns away from you, pressing the button for the lobby. you let out a quiet sigh of relief. being in this elevator any longer, with him? that would just about kill you.

"you noticed that, huh?" he asks.

"who didn't?" you mumble. but of course, he's not just a politician, he's an enhanced, so he hears it.

"look, I knew she was married, I was never going to-" he begins to explain, but you cut him off.

"oh, I don't care what she does in her own fucked-up marriage."

oh my god. what did you just say? did you just admit to the fact that the only reason you did care was because she was fawning over Bucky?

fuck.

the elevator doors open, and you rush out.

you can hear the smirk on his face as he trails after you.

"so, you were really going to sleep with that guy, huh?" he teases.

you stop in your tracks. most everyone has left by now, leaving only you and Bucky in the room aside from the clean-up crew. you turn back to face him.

"can we just go?"

he nods and calls for the car to come around.

~~~

twenty minutes, you remind yourself.

in twenty minutes, you'll have made it back to the office, and you can go get in your own car and take yourself back to your own place and you won't have to be sitting thigh to thigh with your boss in the back of a limo that would totally be hot to fuck in-

he clears his throat, and you turn your head to face him.

"what that guy said..." he begins. you roll your eyes in anger at the reminder. you didn't even care he said it, you just wish he hadn't said it in front of Bucky.

you wave your hand as though waving off the thought, and waving off Bucky's concern. but it doesn't quite work like that.

"you're not inconsequential."

he says it with such a conviction you feel it deep in your bones, in the very core of your being. he sounds so authentic that it almost hurts.

a million thoughts swirl in your head. you could say i know, you could get defensive, you could say thanks, Bucky...

a better one pops in your head.

"how did you know where I was? you didn't see me all evening."

the limo stops moving. the driver rolls down the divider to grumble something about traffic at this hour? before rolling it back up again.

great. now it's going to take even longer to get home to your vibrator.

Bucky sees the interruption as a way to drop the matter. you press it.

"Mr. Barnes?"

"god, would you stop calling me that?"

you see him turn away from you to look out the window, biting his lip and rubbing his forehead. you've now frustrated him, and he's mad at you. this is good. it's easier for you to deal with him being angry at you than him being nice to you.

you know he just wants you to call him Bucky, but you're a smartass.

"yeah, okay, sorry. Sergeant Barnes," you mumble, smirking to yourself.

he about flips his shit. why is he getting so worked up?

"seriously?" he asks, turning back to you. his eyes are blown back, in anger, probably. not lust, like you wish they were. because you're just a stupid kid, and he's just your boss with a lifetime of trauma. you could never understand him the way you wanted to.

"what?" you say, biting your lip as you smile, continuing to tease him.

you swear that for a second, he glances down to your lips.

SHIT!

in that embarrassing moment, you realize your lipstick is still smudged across your face from the moment in the elevator. your heart rate shoots up as you bury your head in your chest, bringing your hand to wipe away the mess of your face, before turning to face the opposite way from him.

you are, well and truly, stuck in traffic. some concert, or sports game, or whatever...

which means you're stuck, pressed up against your boss, in the back of this tiny limo right now, for only god knows how much longer.

you're pulling your phone out of your clutch when he says your name.

you want to lean into the feeling, how smooth it is. how crisp his voice is, how pretty it sounds saying your name, as though he's genuinely paying you any attention whatsoever.

"you're not inconsequential."

it flares your anger, all of it coming up from your gut and into your throat, as you respond.

"god, would you forget it already?" you snap.

shit, shit, shit. you fucked up. you just snapped at your boss, of all people. you try to backtrack, throw out a million comments of "sorry," but that's it, you're getting fired.

you finally look back at him, and he's actually looking at you. like, it feels like he's staring into your soul, seeing all the pieces of you that you're trying to keep hidden from him.

the car begins moving again.

~~~

he watches you, trying to figure you out, as always.

he can't think of a better word for it than the fact that you genuinely amuse him.

he sees the look in your eyes, the way you're desperately trying to cover up the shame you feel over what happened in the elevator. he's trying to be gentle about it, trying to assure you that what the man said was utter bullshit, but you keep shutting him down.

god, and you look so...

no. you're, like, 80-plus years younger than him (he rubs his temples every time he remembers his age) and employed by him. any interest on his part would be purely inappropriate, a gross misuse of his position of power.

and god, his fucking age, man. he shouldn't even be around anymore-

anyways.

you look at him with those fucking doe eyes, going back and forth between anger, and shame, and something else he can't quite pinpoint.

this is probably the worst part of what happened. you're always so unapologetically yourself, but he can tell this man has gotten under your skin.

even if it's not his job to comfort you, he doesn't want you to feel like that. because who you are is perfect. 

~~~

one minute, you're staring into his eyes, trying to read the look on his face. 

the next, you're bracing yourself as the car spins out of control, feeling hit after hit of various cars all crashing into you sequentially.

you don't register it until after it's all over. the way he's wrapped himself around you as though to protect you. his flesh arm cradles your head to his chest and his vibranium hand wraps itself around the back of your neck.

you take a few deep breaths and begin to pull away from him, looking up to his face as you do. his eyes widen in shock as he looks at you. what? what is it?

"fuck, we gotta get you to a hospital." 

~~~

part 2 out by friday 3/28/25!

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ENA WALLY DOODLES DROP

Ok so! I have some ideas for ENA AU. For now it'll be a little secret, but I'll show you some of the sketches I made!

It'll take time to make a full storyline, but gladly I have @nikolettnetsu to help me out! Sooo, that's all for nao 📮

How do you draw Wally’s little muppet body-

i think this tut is a little bit useless but HEREEEEEE YOU GOOO?????

Côtelette! Collier! Épaule! Poitrine! Mouton Shot! All great fighters call out their finishing moves.

Taz Skylar as "Black Leg" Vinsmoke Sanji ONE PIECE (2023 - ) ☠ 1.08 "Worst in the East"

precious idiots

ENA WALLY DOODLES DROP

Ok so! I have some ideas for ENA AU. For now it'll be a little secret, but I'll show you some of the sketches I made!

It'll take time to make a full storyline, but gladly I have @nikolettnetsu to help me out! Sooo, that's all for nao 📮

HELLO EVERYONE AGAIN, came with another Wally Darling post because he's a silly little guy and he's my therapy

THIS STUPID THING DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HOLD A FLASHLIGHT

Beta Wally is so stupid... and maybe it seems like he's WAAYY more sassy than original Wally..🤓

I like to think why they won't get along.. like beta Wally would always talk in raised tones with Wally, while he doesn't understand anything, so he just freezes up on one place being all like "???"

This project really makes me feel happy, clapping my hands evey time when I see WH hehsjsldk.. Anyway! Remember to take care of yourself and drink enough water!!! Have a wonderful morning/evening/night and remember to have breaks!!🌱

Y’all, I’m rewatching the kitchen scenes from Monkey Man and the pure househusband energy Dev Patel is giving is making my pussy throb🥵

Dean and Cas every day not often enough -- 28/?

Supernatural 6x12//Like a Virgin

Peter Vincent played by David Tennant in Fright Night 2011)

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DIRRTY FT. REDMAN CHRISTINA AGUILERA

Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another living soul?

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (4x07): Castiel in Every Episode (favorite quotes): [83 / ?]

Hello, can you do dating adam milligan headcannons please?

Dating Adam milligan headcannons

(I'm gonna try to not mention micheal and focus on Adam for ya)

A/n: AAAAAAAAAAHHHH IM A SLUT FOR MICHAEL/ADAM/JAKE JUST AAAHHHHHH ok so this first part is how you met him, the next part is dating him, so if you don't like the meeting of him and you just skip to the nest part <3

Meeting baby <3

So you met him whilst he was in the cage so he looked like this

You walked in the area and walked around the cage you talked with luci and Michael then you talked with Adam, he was making jokes and was kinda happy you were there talking to him.

You flirted with him and Michael, they flirted back. You made a deal with them that you'd get them out and they would behave and not fight.

Micheal tried to say that they literally had to do this and that, and bs but you said "the fuck you do, either you listen and you don't pull shit or yall rot hear for eternity with eachothers bs" and thar scared them so they listened

They thought you where hot af, so they wanted to date you.

So they thought I'd they'd agree they would be able to date you

Of course they'd want to date you but not together they didn't talk about how much they liked you

You got them out they followed the deal and didn't use any loopholes

Inorder to respect you and to win you over,

Adam/micheal loved you, trying to win you over.

They flirted alot

Listened to you

Loged everything you said and did, and every movement.

They wanted you badly and were going to get you

Here's the headcannons for when yall are actually dating!

Dating Adam you're also dating Michael.

But it's like dating a two puppy's one second them the next phycos that would do anything for you

He loves you deeply

He's so gentle and kind with you

He loves kissing you and usually kisses you like the gif below

He loves holding you gently to his chest

His hands are always on yoh no matter where when or how.

He likes to sleep on you're boobs/chest so he can hear you're heart beat but also likes you to sleep on his chest so he knows you're there with him the whole time

Is always looking at you in awe like you are his everything bc you are

Loves carrying you around like a teddy

Would put you in air jail

Mans the size of sam so he loves picking you up and just holding you or fucking you

He moves twords you in his sleep and holds you close

He kisses you in his sleep, like you're shoulder or you're cheek

He loves going infront of you like a guard dog

Or if you're talking to someone he will just walk up behind you and put his arms around you're waist and nuzzle his head to you're neck kissing you

He will hold your hand even when you're hand gets sweaty he won't let go until he has to

Like cooking with you and kissing you whilst you cook

If you get tired or lazy he will either A. Cuddle you all day or B. Do everything you were planning on and them arrange flowers for you and cook you some pasta then will watch disney movies with you.

👿💥😈

I wonder what Y/N thinks of Vic's imo most iconic vest 😂 Love how it matches sofas from Penguin's club 😂 There is no way no one ever commented that.

I would rather imagine his wife in black latex than him, but what does she think about his sense of fashion?

That's a very funny question to be honest, mostly, because I was literally wheezing the first time I saw the scene where Victor is sitting on Oswald's sofas wearing it. I told myself exactly that : oh my, it matches so well! He did it on purpose, maybe to try to hide from Oswald rolling himself in a ball or something 🤣

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To answer your question, Y/N absolutely loves Victor sense of fashion and the little touches he adds to create his own style. Be it the Docs he wore with his suit jacket or the choice of his leather jackets, she loves it. She would never tell Victor but she also loves his rings. First, because they rock, but mostly because it means his hands are bare and... How can she puts this? She is fascinated by them. 👀

I can picture her like someone according a great importance about how someone is dressing. You can learn a lot when you look at someone's outfit, the choice of colors, materials they choose to wear, if they pay attention to matching colors or not... She doesn't care about brands, more about how a person associates items and how much it reveals their personality.

Victor sense of fashion is in her opinion pretty good (Oswald being the master of style even she has to recognize it, and she also likes Ed's fashion sense even before the infamous green suit). Concerning Victor, it shows exactly who he is and how he works. Dark, clean, audacious/mischievous(you can tell by the touches of red on his gloves, or on his collar, and the material he chooses to wear like the fake snake he wore when he was under Ivy's poison).

His style is screaming BDSM guy, bad boy material, true sadist and hitman. That's because of it that she was able to tell exactly who he was the first time she saw him. His very unique face helped greatly too, but she was also able to tell he was a fan of the disco and funk, because of some accessories and shinny pieces of clothes he wore.

However concerning THAT jacket, she asked him the first time if Firefly had burnt him against Oswald's sofas or something and if it sticked to his torso as a result. She likes it though, it's just that it looks like Cobblepot's sofas too much, and since her relationship with Penguin is... Well... Special... She had to make a joke about it.

If you wander around Gotham late at night or in a few selected and discreet shops during the day, you might see Victor and Y/N buying clothes and giving each other their opinion about it. They wear whatever they like, but they enjoy knowing what the other thinks about it.

Bonus : Victor ties often match Y/N's outfits. Can't change my mind. I wrote about this and how Jim quickly spotted her in a crowded place after he arrested Victor first because of it.

Hope that my rambling make some sense 😅

“Don’t worry, though. I’m just a distraction” (Harvey Bullock, Victor Zsasz | Gotham 5x09)

“Ivy. Ivy Pepper. Mrs. Ivy Pepper Zsasz. Oh, that sounds good.”  (Ivy Pepper 3.0, Victor Zsasz | Gotham 5x09) 

“Is she here? She’s here, isn’t he? Sweetie.” (Ivy Pepper 3.0, Victor Zsasz | Gotham 5x09)

Noho Hank + Looking at Cristobal 1/???

Victor Zsasz for @nohomo-hank

Anthony Carrigan in Satanic (2016) 

Don't lose control/ Oswald Cobblepot x Reader fanfic

READ CHAPTER 2 ON AO3

Title: Don't lose control

Fandom: Gotham (TV Series)

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: Being the king of Gotham was everything Oswald ever wanted. Now when the business was going well and he had control over the whole Underground, nothing indicated that this would change anytime soon.

So why did Oswald start having sleep problems? There were no reasons to be affraid of something. Or someone.

A healhy dose of paranoia was always acceptable, but this time Oswald felt this was something else. Somthing that won't go away so easily.

With more and more time Oswald became quite sure that he needs to find solution of his problems, whatever it takes.

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Polish version here

GOTHAM

VICTOR ZSASZ

I'll Be There p.1

I'll Be There p.2

Notice Me ft. Nygma

I have you

Why

Is It Better To Remember

Tally-Marks

EDWARD NYGMA

Arkham Lovers (this was the first fic I ever wrote!)

Forever ft. Oswald

Trouble Believing

Idiot

An Eventful Spring Break

(Not) Worth It

Notice Me ft. Zsasz

All You Need Is Hope

Caretaker |Male Reader|

JAMES GORDON

Feelings To Act Upon

I Promise

New School, New Friends

Used |Sister Reader|

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

Kitty & Little Bird

Old Lovers

Faulty

Late Night Dinner p.1

Late Night Dinner p.2

Forever ft. Nygma

JEROME VALESKA

Mine

Compete p.1

STRAGLERS

Margins |Barbara|

Mystery Man |Jervis|

I'll Wait For You |Roy|

A Small Encounter |Bruce|

,GOTHAM MASTERLIST’

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑃𝑅𝐼𝐿 ;) - GothamTV!Kinktober. I take a kink from the prompt list, and give it to one or many gotham characters; who I personally think would love it!

series

🕷 : [ EXCLUSIVLEY NSFW SERIES ]

'DAY 1 - LEATHER AND LATEX, - victor zsasz and tabitha galavan

‘DAY 2 - BUKKAKE, - poly!j-squad ; jerome valeska, jervis tetch, jonathan crane

'DAY 3, - PULL-OUT GAME, - oswald cobblepot, victor zsasz, edward nygma, jerome valeska, jervis tetch

𝑇𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝑃𝛰𝑆𝑇𝑆 📱

‘SHE’S BUSY RN BRO, - gotham villians reacting to reader pranking them with the “she’s busy rn bro” text

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇 🐧

🕷 : [ NSFW ]

imagines and headcanons

‘ART DECO, - oswald goes down on reader

‘OFF TO THE RACES, - oswald and readers first time together

'THE VALLEY, - unusual kink hcs with the gotham men

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‘I SEE RED, - oswald thinks you’re unfaithful

‘VOULEZ-VOUS, - gotham villians with a dwarfism!reader who has cheshire cat powers

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍 ( -_•)︻デ═一

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imagines and headcanons

‘ANGEL, - victor needs you to love him…

‘YOU’RE MINE, - don’t make victor zsasz jealous

'THE VALLEY, - unusual kink hcs with the gotham men

🕸 : [ SFW ]

‘DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME, - victor being a tad too obsessive

‘IN BLOOM, - you’re an assassin, victor is too. he feels a bit threatened.

'HOLD UP, - reader has commitment issues.

‘VOULEZ-VOUS, - gotham villians with a dwarfism!reader who has cheshire cat powers

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'COME ON EILEEN!, - Your just a highschooler who somehow has ended up doing favors for Jim Gordon. Before you know it, Falcone's heard all about you, and sent you on a job with his best hitman. One problem; said hitman is falling deeply in love with you.

[P1] [P2] [P3] [P4]

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴 ⍰

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imagines and headcanons

'THE HILLS, - eddie finds the perfect stress reliever

‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY, - reader thinks ed’s weird. but also good at sex.

'THE VALLEY, - unusual kink hcs with the gotham men

🕸 : [ SFW ]

'MOVES, - eddie with a reader whose love language is gift giving!

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻 🐇

🕷 : [ NSFW ]

imagines and headcanons

'THE VALLEY, - unusual kink hcs with the gotham men

‘LOSE CONTROL, - Jervis gets rough when he thinks your hypnotized.

🕸 : [ SFW ]

'WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW, - jervis x reader with dwarfism!

‘VOULEZ-VOUS, - gotham villians with a dwarfism!reader who has cheshire cat powers

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴 🤡

🕷 : [ NSFW ]

imagines and headcanons

'THE VALLEY, - unusual kink hcs with the gotham men

‘MZ. HYDE, - valeska twins with a dom!reader

🕸 : [ SFW ]

‘VOULEZ-VOUS, - gotham villians with a dwarfism!reader who has cheshire cat powers

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐼𝐴𝐻 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴 🃏

🕷 : [ NSFW ]

imagines and headcanons

‘MZ. HYDE, - valeska twins with a dom!reader

🕸 : [ SFW ]

none yet!

HENRY CAVILL as MARSHALL Night Hunter (2018) | dir. David Raymond