Goth on Ham

Shameless gay smut.

[goth-on-ham]

Bloody Nuisance

Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth/Jervis Tetch Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Jervis Tetch Rating: M Tags: spanking, bondage, ust, post-canon Summary: Set shortly after 5x11. Wayne Manor has been rebuilt, and has an unwanted visitor. Alfred doesn't know what he wants, but he's bloody well not going to let him get away with breaking and entering. Read it on AO3 here.

[goth-on-ham]

Screwdriver

Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot/Edward Nygma Characters: Oswald Cobblepot Edward Nygma Rating: M Tags: spanking, hurt/comfort Summary: Ed and Oswald are in a relationship, and Oswald breaks one of Ed’s things. But it’s only a stupid screwdriver. Read it on AO3 here.

[goth-on-ham]

Hi guys. So I haven’t been on here since tumblr changed it’s policies and I can’t seem to get onto my blog anymore.  Annoying to say the least.

Anyway, I wanted to give you all a quick update. I’m alive, (mostly) well, and like you all must be, I’m really, really, really sad that Gotham is ending. I have been watching each week and it really feels like the end of an era to me. It’s been such a highlight in my life, and it came on in a time I really needed it.  I’ve always loved Batman, and this show reignited that for me. It also gave me the gift that was RLT’s Oswald Cobblepot, who I love so much. It meant so much to me to see him talk about his love for a man, gay guys who are comic book fans exist, and it’s awesome to see a character as complex and popular as Oswald love a guy. I’m thankful I have a job now and things to help distract me, but I’ll still miss Gotham a lot. I regret not being able to be a part of the fandom during this season, beyond watching on the sidelines, but sometimes real life gets in the way... I wrote a spanking oneshot about a month ago that I am going to edit and post later today. Probably just on ao3, since this blog isn’t working properly anymore. I’ll post a link when I do that. There was more I wanted to say, but I’ll leave it at this for now. I have a lot of reviews and such I need to work through and start replying to. I truly appreciate them all and it makes me happy to know people still read my filth. I want to keep writing fic for this show. I have ideas I haven’t had time to put down on paper. I will update you all about my plans regarding that too.  Until then you can find me on ao3 under goth_on_ham. I hope the episode is a fitting end to a show that has been so important to so many of us, and I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks 💜

[goth-on-ham]

Wow. I haven't logged into this account for wayyyyy too long.

But I had to come on and say hi and say I can't wait until Gotham tonight.

My life has been kind of crazy. I might update on that soon.

I'm working on a Christmas fic that I was going to post, but it ended up being late XD I'll still share it when it's done though.

Thank you to anyone who still reads my fic! Enjoy tonight!

[goth-on-ham]

I’ve got things I want to write but no time.

Adulthood has its perks, but the responsibilities suck. I wanna write Jeremiah, and Scarecrow, and more and more Oswald, and Ed, and ugh.... Everyone. This has been an update to let you all know, I’m still here loving this show.

[goth-on-ham]

My fic Can We Be Friends Again? has been translated into Russian. I am very touched. You can check it out here.

[goth-on-ham]

Heart of Clay - Final Part

Rating: M Characters: Basil Karlo (Clayface), Oswald Cobblepot, Jim Gordon, Ivy Pepper, Victor Fries. Pairing: Jim Gordon/Oswald Cobblepot, Basil Karlo/Oswald Cobblepot. Additional Tags/Warnings: Revenge, unrequited love, angst, fake relationship, emotional manipulation, masturbation. AN: Oswald said some pretty horrible things about the ‘monsters’ of Indian Hill during his election. One of them decides to take revenge, in the cruelest possible way. Set after season three. Thank you all for your supreme patience and for reading until the end.

Heart of Clay - Part Seven

Basil smiled when he saw Oswald, and he would be lying to himself if he tried to believe it was entirely fake. Although, he had become a very good liar. Recently, he had been lying more often than he had been telling the truth, so why shouldn’t he also lie to himself and pretend that he felt nothing but contempt for Oswald?

He could lie to himself and pretend that he had hated being his lover. He could lie and pretend he hadn’t found some strange beauty in how the other man had gasped and moaned in his arms, clinging to his false body, making it feel real.

“Oswald.” He said, the smile lingering on his lips, “You look great.”

That definitely wasn’t a lie.

Oswald was dressed to perfection. In smart evening wear, black, with purple lining and a pocket square that was startling white. The glass of wine he had been drinking from was half empty, the bottle emptier still, but his face showed no signs of intoxication. When he spoke, his voice was perfectly calm.

“Thank you, Jim.”

Perhaps a little too calm. But Basil’s mind was distracted by his own task, he did not suspect that anything was wrong. He did not think that Oswald may have discovered his secret.

“You look perfect, as always. Very dashing.”

“Oh come on.” Basil shook his head, “Don’t flatter me. I look rough as hell and you know it. That pocket square probably costs as much as my whole outfit.”

Oswald stood up from his chair and took a few steps towards him. Basil did what came naturally to him, he didn’t even need to think about it. He pressed one hand to Oswald’s cheek, leant down a little, and kissed him.

When that kiss ended, he kissed him again, and then Oswald was kissing him. Pulling him by the front of the shirt, leaning into him, kissing him until their lips hurt and they were both short of breath.

“Shall we?” He asked, eager to go upstairs, and not just because that was his plan. Impatience was clawing at the inside of his gut, not for revenge, but for sex. He wanted to tear off those expensive clothes, and forget about revenge until the next morning.

Basil noticed that Oswald’s eyes were bright. Tears had started to cling to his eyelashes. He didn’t say anything, and Basil suddenly felt like he had misunderstood everything. Like he had overlooked something.

In an instant, Oswald’s face twisted into rage, and there was a scream, and pain, sharp, stabbing pain. Over and over, in his stomach, in his chest.

He tried to speak, but he was already sinking to the ground.

He wanted to explain.

He wanted to tell Oswald what he had done and why. He even wanted to tell him he loved him, as stupid as that was. He hated him, but he loved him too.

The last sound he heard before it went black was Oswald telling him it was no use, he knew everything.

But he didn’t.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Basil tried once more to tell him the truth, but it was too late.

--

Jim woke up in a small, neatly furnished room with a splitting headache. It took him a while to remember where he was, but when he did, he grunted and tried desperately to get up. When he managed, he was forced back down with strong hands.

“Wait here. Penguin said to keep you here til he’s done with the fake.”

Victor Fries. He supposed that he had been the one who knocked him out.

Jim grimaced as he rubbed the bruise that was forming on the back of his head. “How long have I been unconscious?”

“A few hours. I offered to freeze you until he was ready, but Penguin said it wasn’t necessary.”

“Nice of him.” Jim muttered sarcastically. “I don’t suppose you could give me a bit of ice for my head, eh?”

Fries didn’t reply, and Jim was fine with that. He just wanted to speak with Oswald. He wanted to know more about what the hell had been going on with him and his double.

He waited for what seemed like hours, and then, the door opened.

“It’s done.” Oswald told Fries, and Jim had no illusions about what that meant.

He was frustrated. He had questions, and now it was all down to Oswald on whether he got any answers.

“You want me to ice him?”

“Just get him out of here.”

Fries left them alone, and Oswald took one of the two seats that were placed in the room. In a small act of defiance, Jim remained on the floor.

“I could arrest you for murder.” He said, frowning when his threat was met with Oswald scoffing.

“Murder? Of who? You? You seem quite well to me, Jim. Well, besides a bump on your head.”

Jim’s eyes narrowed.

When Oswald was acting like this, impertinent and uncooperative, it was easy to forget that he was allegedly in love with him. Perhaps he wasn’t. Perhaps his double had just managed to seduce him while being in his form.

But that still suggested that Oswald harboured, at the very least, a physical attraction for him. The idea was a little unsettling, mostly because Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It made him look back on all their previous interactions, especially a few years ago, when Oswald had just been a weaselly double agent, a snitch, a nobody… He had looked at Jim with such wide, pleading eyes then. Eager for attention. Eager for something.

Jim felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

“Oswald, I want to know what happened between you and Clayface.”

Oswald glanced over at him, then returned his gaze to something in the distance. His expression softened for a moment, then immediately grew hard. Stubborn.

Damn it.

“Oswald.”

“You can go now, Jim.”

“I’ve got a right to know. I mean, for God’s sake, he was using my face to get to you.”

Oswald let out a short, hurt sigh, and moved his face to the side so Jim could no longer see what expression fell on his birdlike features. He regretted raising his voice at him. He wasn’t doing a very good job at getting him to talk.

“Just go. I’ve had a long day, and frankly, I’ve had enough of you, and people who look like you, to last a lifetime.”

Could he have pushed more? Probably.

Would it have gotten him the answers he wanted? Probably not.

Jim did as he was told, and he left Oswald alone.

--

Oswald didn’t return to the scene of the crime until he was sure it was clean. Spotless. Like nothing had happened there.

A week had passed, but as his life moved quickly, Basil (he knew that was his real name now) almost seemed like a lifetime ago.

Looking back on it, he couldn't believe he had been so stupid.

Of course Jim, the real Jim, would never have loved him.

Basil might have been a convincing lover, but he had been a terrible actor.

Oswald couldn't help but wonder if it had all been fake. If, for a moment, Basil had felt something other than hatred for him. If he had actually wanted to forget his plans for revenge and continue loving him as Jim Gordon.

No.

It was easier to think that he hadn’t.

He had come after Oswald for his crimes against the Indian Hill monsters. That was all.

He had used love as a weapon against Oswald. He had tried to soften his heart and mould it into something he could manipulate, then break.

“Oh. I, uh. I didn't expect to see you down here.”

Oswald was brought out of his contemplations by Ivy, and he gave her a look that would have made most people wither. But Ivy wasn't ‘most people’.

“How you feeling? It’s like you’ve been avoiding everyone since Clayface-”

“Ivy.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Ivy paused for a moment, but then she persisted. “I’m sorry by the way, I thought he really liked you-”

“Well he didn't.” He snapped, and this time Ivy did wither.

This was who he really was.

Oswald Cobblepot. The Penguin. Cold and ruthless and bad to the bone.

He didn't have friends, he had associates.

He didn't have lovers, he had himself.

He swore on Basil’s memory that he would never let himself be taken advantage of again. He would honour his doomed pursuit for revenge by being every bit the cruel crime lord that he had thought he was, and more.

And he would try to forget how wonderful it had felt when he had believed that Jim Gordon was in love with him.

[goth-on-ham]

I’m so excited (and nervous)

[deathbyotpin123]

Soooo, I may have… went into the Jim/Edward tag on ao3… And… There may or may not have been some spanking fics over there… Maybe…

(Also, kind of thinking… If this trend of mine to post nsfw art continues, maybe I should open another blog just for that)

[deathby-nygmobblepot]

Cover | Page 1

Nygmobblepot NSFW Comic

Plot: What plot? (AKA Porn Without Plot.)

Cover + 14 pages, selective color. Updates on Mondays and Thursdays. (For real this time. It’s shorter so you’ll live with some downtime.)

This comic contains: BDSM, toys, whipping, spanking, orgasm delay/denial, rimming, creampie, Dom!Oswald, Sub!Edward, random dominatrix OC that shows up for 2 panels, that purple tie you all seemed to love so much, red buttocks, and special guest star: Oswald’s sleeve garters.

WARNING: I know most of you are probably not into this type of content. So, if you don’t want to see this, blacklist #lovemehardercomic as that’s the tag for the comic I will be using here. 

I blame those couple of people who revealed comic Riddler’s interest in BDSM to me. I’m not tagging you, you know who you are.

[goth-on-ham]

Relevant to my interests.

[justgotham]

Gotham Renewal & Thanks:

To the fans and followers:

Thank you for reblogging and getting the word out about wanting a Season 5.

Thank you for using Twitter and making your voice heard, and using the hashtags suggested.

Thank you for the time and enthusiasm shared for this show to the cast, crew and even Fox in your tweets and reblogs.

Thank you for your hard work, dedication, patience and for being a fan of Gotham. Enjoy this moment, you have earned it. Celebrate another season of Gotham and let your joy be heard in tweets to Fox, DC Comics, and WarnerBrothers TV.

But above all, thank the cast and crew for their hard work and effort in the show that they produce that you along with so many others, enjoy so much. Let them know that the fans were rooting for the show and them.

Thank you, and here’s to Season 5!

[justgotham]

Gotham Will Return for a Fifth and Final Season

Fox sure kept fans waiting, but the network announced on Sunday evening that Gotham will in fact return for a fifth and final season.

The DC series, which focuses on several iconic Batman characters, has slipping in the ratings over the years but always maintained an extremely passionate fanbase, many of which enjoy the series through delayed viewing. The series stars Ben McKenzie as Det. Gordon, David Mazouz as a young Bruce Wayne and Robin Lord Taylor as The Penguin.

This season has also seen Cameron Monaghan return as an early prototype of The Joker, who will be a critical figure in pushing Bruce towards embracing his Dark Knight destiny.

[goth-on-ham]

😭  I am very happy

[goth-on-ham]

Full body high, I’m never coming down

Rating: M Characters: Barbara Kean, Jim Gordon, Tabitha Galavan, Renee Montoya, Ra’s al Ghul Pairing: Barbara Kean/various Additional Tags/Warnings: Trans Barbara, dysphoria, transphobia, dubious consent, chasers, bisexuality, hurt/comfort, character study. AN: Barbara’s journey, charted through her sexual experiences. There have been highs and lows, but at long last, she is a Queen. The title is from the song Black Me Out by Against Me! (I did my best to research for this, looking into transgender women’s accounts about their sexual experiences with men and women and how this changed throughout their transition and how this interacted their gender identity. I don’t claim to be an expert on this topic, but I hope that some people out there get something out of this nonetheless.)

Full body high, I’m never coming down

Barbara had been afraid to tell Jim.

He was the first man she had been with since her surgery. There had been others before, but none before she was being consistently read as a woman, with no one questioning what was or wasn’t between her legs.

The men before had been a different sort from Jim. Uncouth and certainly ungentlemanly. The kind who grabbed first and asked her name later. They would act like Mr Macho in front of their friends and quickly drop her hand if they were spotted together in public, but then they would beg to be fucked by her when they were alone in a hotel room. After her insecure teenage years, when she would put up with a lot more bullshit in a vain attempt to gain their affection, she eventually learned not to indulge them.

She remembered one guy in particular. Handsome, rough around the edges, and definitely hiding something. He had really wanted her to bend him over, and when she had insisted that wouldn’t happen, he had pleaded to at least be allowed to suck her off.

When she refused, he had stormed out of the room in a huff.

The next day, when she had seen him in a college lecture, he had been snickering with his friends and calling her a faggot.

The only good thing that had came from dealing with guys like that was a thick skin.

Girls were easier.

Sure, some had reservations when she showed up on a date, looking a little different from her overly flattering, carefully angled profile picture, but most took it in their stride.

They were also more careful. They didn’t just go straight for her junk. They kissed and caressed more easily, with less fear of being branded a freak by association.

Until Jim, she went through a five year period of only going out with women. Renee was her longest lasting partner, and while intimacy had been a stumbling block for her to begin with, she cared for Barbara enough to adjust. For the first time for as long as she could remember, Barbara felt like she was loved.

Renee was a lesbian, and the fact that she wanted her made pre-operative Barbara’s heart soar.

When they broke up, Barbara was hurt, but one thing she did know was that it had nothing to do with her transition. Renee told her that, and Barbara could always tell when she was lying. She wasn’t lying then.

That helped. Not a lot. But a little.

Then came Jim.

Jim was straight.

Before she told him, she chewed on her bottom lip until it hurt.

Straight men were the worst.

They were the ones she read about most on the news, having beaten or even killed some trans woman for daring to exist or worse, wanting to be loved.

She didn’t think Jim would hurt her, but she liked him. She really did. That made it more difficult.

She wished that she didn’t have to tell him.

She didn’t want to ruin things.

But it would be worse if she didn’t, because it would come out later. He’d meet her parents and they’d slip up, call her by the wrong name, or leave out an old photograph. They were good at doing that.

She knew that they had never really accepted her.

Eventually she had given up trying. The only thing she was grateful for regarding her parents was their wealth. On a purely practical level, it had made things easier for her. Their money paid for therapy and hormones and surgery. They weren’t happy about that, but they didn’t stop her either. They knew that if they tried to, she would have used the money they gave her for rent and food and school on her medical expenses anyway.

Barbara wasn’t used to acceptance. Renee had, some of her college friends had, and some of her girlfriends had. But she still didn’t expect it. Even from someone she loved.

When she finally got the words out to Jim, he paused, his hand over hers tightened a little, but then went loose, gentle. His eyes didn’t glaze over and become hard, like she’d feared. Instead, they were soft, kind.

He said that he loved her, and that was that. When she pressed him, he shook his head a little, admitted that he hadn’t seen it coming, that it was a shock, and he’d probably have questions later, but for now… He still wanted to be with her.

Maybe it was easier for him because she had already had her operation, had already been living full time as a woman for years by the time they met… But honestly, in that moment, Barbara didn’t care.

Barbara wanted to be loved, and Jim was the first man to date her that had seen her as the woman she was, and not some sexual experiment for his own gratification.

Barbara kissed him, practically dragging him over the table for the kiss, and that night they had sex for the first time.

Jim was still a man though, so after some kissing and grinding, his hands went straight to between her legs, but this time… There was a warm opening between them, eager for attention, whereas her penis had almost always struggled to maintain any sort of hardness.

It was the best sex she had had since Renee, and the best that she had until Tabitha.

Tabitha was another story altogether.

She was rough and straightforward, and Barbara had never been with a woman like her. Back when she had been a ‘good girl’, she never would have dared.

Tabitha wasn’t fazed when she told her, even though she had already slept with her by that point. Barbara had meant to get it out in the open before then, but things had moved so quickly.

When Tabitha got rough with her, it was different to when the men in her past had. She wouldn’t demand things of Barbara that Barbara didn’t want to do. She wouldn’t storm off in a huff if there was something she wanted to do that made her uncomfortable.

She also didn’t mind if Barbara slept around, but when Barbara was with a man, and that man disrespected her, Tabitha was always there to put him in his place.

If they assumed she still had a cock, and pushed needily at Barbara to fuck them, Tabitha would take them by the arm and pull them aside, and say that she would be more than happy to oblige them with one of her strap ons. They would wither then, and shake their head all pitifully, and Barbara would shoo them away and take Tabitha to bed instead.

Then she died.

Ra’s brought her back.

He knew everything about her, before she even said a thing. It scared her.

He didn’t seem to flinch at anything in her past. Whether it was blood, past lovers, transition, or boundless ambition. For a man over two-thousand years old, he understood her surprisingly well. Part of her knew he was using her, but she told herself that she was using him too.

He wasn’t her one true love, but in the end, he gave her an army. He brought Tabitha back to her.

So it wasn’t all bad.

It had been a long and bumpy road to get to where she was.

But at long last, she was approaching something close to happiness.

She was no longer the ‘good girl’ she had aspired to be, back when the world had seen her as nothing more than a slightly nervous, slightly chubby, and overly eager to please adolescent boy.

She was more than that.

She was the Queen of Gotham.

[goth-on-ham]

I haven’t been that active this year in the Gotham fandom, and it is something that depresses me a bit. I love the show, and when it is airing, it is the highlight of my week. I work in a job that I don’t like very much and it stops me from writing as much as I want to, but posting less doesn’t mean my love for the show has died down. If anything, it has only gotten stronger because it’s a positive thing in my stressful grown up life! I know that might sound dramatic, but it’s true. So I truly hope that it gets renewed and if we find out its fate tomorrow, it is good news. If it is bad news, I hope we can all band together and petition for Gotham to find a new home, because I don’t want this story to end yet. 💜

[daydreamingpastmidnight]

Sign the Petition

Fox: Renew Gotham for season 5

Pleaseeee help

[millicentcordelia]

This petition is less than 175 names short of 2500, which is the goal!

[justgotham]

Helping Gotham to Season 5

Gotham’s time for renewal announcements is due sometime in May. There have been mixed reportings of whether Gotham will get a fifth season or not from the cast and crew, so no definite conclusion can be drawn from those sources.

It may all come down to ratings/fan support for the final episodes of this season. Here is what you can do to help:

You can make your voice heard, using Twitter. Twitter is often used to track interest in a show, especially while said show is airing. It’s the best platform for getting the message across as it’s the easiest to track for television shows by use of hashtags.

Please consider including @-ing the following accounts when you tweet, and possibly using these hashtags:

#RenewGothamSeason5, #GothamSeason5 or #RenewGotham

Fox (@foxtv)

DC Comics (@DCComics)

Warner Brothers Television (@warnerbrostv)

Main Gotham Twitter (@Gotham)

Places to watch Gotham that will count towards showing continued fan interest in the show/the hope for a Season 5 of Gotham (U.S. only):

https://www.fox.com/gotham

https://www.hulu.com/gotham

If you do not live in the U.S., you can still tweet at any of the accounts and use the hashtags to express your enjoyment of the show.

Your message in your tweets: Be positive, be focused, be succinct and mention how much you are enjoying what Fox and Gotham are providing for you. Mention characters, plot lines, specifics show that you are earnestly watching and enjoying. And if you have time and space, mention how much you’d love to see more after Season 4 concludes. @sunlitroom​​ has written out a lengthier post about how to use Twitter, including # of hashtags to use, and content of the tweets. It’s a helpful read if you aren’t sure what to include.

Please consider these as the final episodes of Season 4 air.

Your efforts may help inform a choice that will be made soon as more fans indicate and send out their support for the show in its continuation.

[goth-on-ham]

Current wip:

The end of Heart of Clay (and the next chapters for all my ongoing fic but this one takes priority for now) A Barbara project A Jerome and Jeremiah fic I wish I had more time to dedicate to these 😭