#Gotham Mad Hatter

[one-fancy-flapjack]

Love how in Gotham Oswald & Riddler went from "random twink turns into THAT twink" between S1 and S5. MEANWHILE Jervis went from " Otter" in S3 to twink ins S5 LMAFAO

can you tell this is a very tired post because i can

[finniestoncrane]

Queen of My Heart

Gotham!Mad Hatter x Female!Reader, word count: 2k commission: jervis and his partner roleplay as the hatter and the queen of hearts commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: oral sex, dom!reader, penetration, clean-up

With a smug smirk and a gentle twirl, you shimmied around and settled back to looking at yourself. You winked at the reflection in the mirror as you straightened the plush, shimmering crown on your head. There were only a few minor adjustments to make on your costume, teasing out fabric creases, smoothing down the skirt of the dress, feathering the softer, fluffy ruffles of the underskirt to make it plumper. All of it to make sure that everything was perfect for this evening. Standing back to appreciate the look in its entirety, you smiled at how well it had all come together, even before the entire look was finished. You were definitely displaying a look of regal power, of authority as the Queen, The Queen of Hearts. The Queen of Jervis’ heart. Once you had slid your feet, clad in white, knee high stockings, into the buckled pumps, you once more approached the mirror closely and pulled a tube of lipstick from the dresser. A bright red shade, perfect for the final piece. You drew a small heart over your lips with it and filled it in, ready to stamp the shape across Jervis’ cheeks when he made his appearance.

And right on queue, he appeared in the doorway, blushing instantly as he took in the sight of you, his eyes drawing upward from your shoes to the crown, a shocked smile, mouth open in disbelief as his dreams began to come true right there in front of him.

“You’re not saying anything, Jervis. That has me worried. I know it’s not accurate to the books and is perhaps a little more inspired by the Disney movie, but this is the best it’s going to get. So, could you just say something? Or do you hate it?”

He shook his head, soft curls bouncing with the movement as he did so. You could see his knuckles whitening, the grip on the brim of his top hat, which he held bashfully in front of him, strengthening as he tried to keep his focus on you, tried not to lose his cool before they had even begun.

“No, no, my dear. I’m simply taking you in and giving you the respectful attention you deserve. Besides, I might add, you have taken my breath away.”

Sinking into your role, you did your best to maintain the noble qualities of a Queen in charge as you took a careful, slow step towards Jervis, followed by another, and another, as you crossed the floor towards him. He placed his top hat back on his head, a different one to his usual outfit. He was dressed up too, slightly different, taking on the role of the Mad Hatter from fiction, as opposed to the Mad Hatter of reality that he was. Swallowing the lump of nerves in his throat, he sank backwards into the wall as you stood before him, feeling his insides tingling, his skin prickling with heat as he flushed with desire.

“Well? Aren’t you going to kneel before your Queen? It’s not very gentlemanly of you to stand there and gawk at me, after all.”

With a thud, Jervis immediately fell to his knees before you, staring up at you with large, dark, brown eyes, pleading for more of this, your exertion of power over him.

“Yes, my Queen! My most humble apologies!”

Arching his back, his sweet, small rear in the air, he bent as low as he could, his face on the ground, cheek pressed to the cold floor. He turned, lifting his chin slightly, eyes looking up with a hopeful glint as he wondered if he’d done enough. You were more than pleased, but kept your face neutral, waiting to see what else he might offer you. And, with a slight hesitation, Jervis pressed his lips to the toe of your shoe and placed a delicate kiss to it.

When he looked back to you, he noticed the pleased smile, slightly easing into your cheeks, and knew he was onto something. Another kiss he placed on the front of your foot, one more on your ankle, further and further up as he held your legs, his palms skimming over your skin, over the intriguing texture of the socks you wore. Ruffling up the hem of your skirt and underskirt, his hands found their way to your ass, cupping at the back of your cheeks as he kissed the front of your thighs. All the while, you tried to balance yourself in midair, your body succumbing quickly to Jervis’ worship, twitching and convulsing completely when he placed one long, lingering kiss to the front of your underwear.

With his lips pressed so close to you, he could feel your heat, his nose buried into your skin inhaling the scent, the wet spot that only grew the longer he stayed there dampening his lips even through the fabric. Pulling back, he shot a glance in your direction, trying to avoid the scrutiny of your glare as you wondered silently why he had stopped when you were obviously enjoying it.

“Perhaps, dear Queen of Hearts, I could apologise properly. Make it up to you, in a way.”

Pondering only briefly, you nodded your head, carefully so as not to knock your crown askew.

“I think that would be wise, Hatter.”

With your permission, he stroked his finger down the front of your panties, hooking it under the lining and pulling them to the side, exposing your cunt to him. Jervis leaned in, slowly, his breath hot against your sensitive mound, but he found himself being pulled back by your hand, knocking his hat to the ground and tangling your fingers through his dark curls.

“But remember, dear. If you do not satisfy your Queen until she is content then it’s off with your head.”

You pulled on his hair, grip tight as you tugged him away from your body, aiming his gaze at you as you carefully spoke the next words.

“And I do not mean the one on your shoulders.”

Jervis stuttered over his response, licking his lips and swallowing the build up of saliva before he drooled over the way you stood in control above him.

“Y-yes, my queen.”

As his tongue flitted over your folds, circling your clit when his lips closed over the sensitive bud, you moaned in pleasure. The way he felt, like silk against your skin, the way his hair gently tickled you as it brushed against your bare thighs. It was good, but it wasn’t enough.

You pushed him back, smiling at the shocked look on his face as he felt into a sitting position on the floor. Dragging your eyes down his outfit, you stopped on the obvious bulge that tented the front of his pants. As you stepped towards him, you slid your panties off, lowering yourself before standing back up when you realised Jervis was sitting still, staring dumbfounded at you.

“Well, Hatter… are you going to let loose that impressive member?”

Nodding, still unblinking, Jervis unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, letting it bounce, stiff and entirely erect, as you lowered yourself onto it. He hissed as he felt himself disappear between you folds, deep into your entrance, inch by inch. You were warm and wet, sticky against him. The way your hips rolled as you rode him had him choking on his own breath, unable to do anything but gratefully accept his fate of being used by you.

“Now don’t hold back from your Queen, Hatter. I would hope you might have the strength and prowess to sire me an heir while you’re graciously allowed the pleasure of being inside of me.”

The way you spoke, putting on an air of regality, your voice so condescending, making him feel small. All of it turned him on, lighting his blood on fire, sending heat coursing through him. He couldn’t take it any more. He knew you were in control, and he wanted it to stay that way, but his body was twitching desperately, his muscles tensing as he tried to fight the urge to take you on his own terms. The desire, the urge, to rut into you brutally and quickly was too much to take, and before he knew it, he had his hands behind your back, lowering you onto the floor and taking you by surprise with this display of dominance.

“Hatter! I don’t think you should be taking control of your Queen like this.”

Searching quickly for an excuse, he finally stuttered one out.

“B-but my Queen, I do not think you should have to do the work. Should you not be laying back and enjoying yourself? Please, allow me to pleasure you while you lounge comfortably below me. Please?”

You nodded silently, allowing Jervis to enter you with a forceful push, taking you roughly as he began pounding himself against your thighs, which he held up against his chest and over his shoulders. His pace was brutal, and the swiftness with which he moved only served to over-excite him. Before he realised it, he found himself losing control, falling apart, coming undone inside of you.

With a final grunt, his body convulsing as he dug his fingers into your hips with a tight grip, Jervis felt himself cumming in thick, white ropes, filling you up as requested, secretly hopeful that he might have been good enough to properly breed you, spilling his seed within you and leaving a part of himself behind with his Queen.

Still on top of you, he pulled his hips back, a small trail of his cum landing on your mound as he shifted slightly to your side. With an almost innocent gaze he looked to you for approval, for a compliment on his hard work and efforts. You fought the urge to praise him, to shower him in kind words, to stroke his cheek and rest your hand under his chin and kiss his sweet, soft, reddened lips. you had to be in control. You still felt like you owed him a proper experience with the Queen of Hearts.

“I’m disappointed with your lack of self-control, Hatter. You’ve gotten excited and wasted the opportunity. I hope you haven’t provided me with an heir under these circumstances. You should hang your head in shame.”

The slight smile on the corner of your lips told Jervis that you weren’t serious, that you were living up to the role you were embodying in the moment. So he kept up with the roleplay also, even though they were both finished and satisfied. With an exaggerated pout he hung his head down and muttered an almost silent, very soft, apology before you spoke again.

“And that mess you’ve made. Clean it up!”

Nodding solemnly, but heart racing with excitement at being ordered to do something so degrading, so delightfully lewd, Jervis lowered his body, sinking down the bed along your body until his head was level with your slick, plump lips. Each twitch of your body as your muscles relaxed post-orgasm saw a little more of his cum dribbling out of you. With his tongue protruding, he ran it up in one slow, stiff motion between your lips, the tip collecting his own cum from between your folds. He let it linger there, salty, warm, tinged with the flavour and scent of you, before he swallowed it.

“Don’t think you’re finished yet, there’s more inside.”

With a dutiful nod, he lowered himself again, this time laying his tongue flat on you, to ensure that your cunt was completely clean, before he dove within you, his tongue wagging inside of your entrance as he closed his lips around and sucked. Your moans were music to his ears, and he let out a soft, pleasured whimper of his own as he tasted himself once again at the back of his throat.

He pulled back, looking up at you questioningly, expectantly, as he awaited your approval.

“Not quite fit for a Queen, yet, but with practice, you’ll be an excellent Royal Assistant, dear Hatter.”

Jervis nodded, lowering his eyebrows as he smirked. He knew very well that the promise of practice meant that you had enjoyed his efforts far more than you were willing to let on. He’d done a good job for the Queen of his heart.

[benedictsamuelfan]

Day 3

I love his role as Jervis (obviously, I discovered him via this role after all)

Like

Damn

He didn't have to look THAT fine

Credit to fox I guess?

Idk who took those screen and put the filter, it was in Pinterest

[batman-dc-imagines]

Gotham! Jervis falling in love with a cop! reader please :>

A/N: Alice will never be written as related to Gotham!Jervis. Also this might have slight yandere-ish traits since Jervis is delusional af.

Left this on a small cliffhanger so if you want me to continue this let me know. Sorry for the wait.

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Relation: Situation ship (a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined) but progresses to Romantic.

You, like most of your colleagues, probably met him for the first time when he raided the GCPD searching for Alice.

You were trying to escort one of the rookie officers, who had been hit when the raid happened, to safety.

Two big men who looked like wrestlers had jumped up onto the desks a few minutes earlier and started shooting up the place, wounding some officers in the process.

You might not have noticed him at that moment but oh he noticed you.

He didn’t understand how or why but you practically stuck out like a sore thumb in his eyes. He’d have to deal with you later though.

After Alice’s death, tormenting Jim, and being sent to Arkham, that's when Jervis saw you for the second time.

You had accompanied Captain Barnes at his request. Just for the extra support and to be a bodyguard basically.

Jervis is ecstatic when he sees you.

He’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat and waving at you all giddy like.

He pouts a bit when you don’t acknowledge him.

Barnes ordered you to wait outside the caged room.

After a while of integration and threatening, Barnes finally got frustrated and stormed out.

You started to follow after him before Jervis called out to you.

“Don’t leave just yet, my dear”

He leaned his body in your direction.

Though the handcuffs that were chained to the table didn’t give him much

“Without you my heart will fear, the emptiness that you'll leave behind will be a pain that's hard to find”

You mentally cringed at his words.

Rhymes to be exact.

You looked behind you to check that Captain Barnes wasn’t waiting up for you.

The hallway was empty.

You faced Jervis again, seeing now he had a giddy smile on his face.

He enjoyed observing your actions.

You showing signs of hesitation to leave right now and follow after your boss made him feel all sorts of things.

Giddy being the main one.

You open your mouth to speak but jump when Barnes’ booming voice shoots out from your radio yelling your name.

To jervis’ dismay, you quickly exit the visiting cell and speed walk down the halls.

The sound of your boots echoing til you leave the building.

Jervis pouted for the rest of the day at the fact he didn’t get to hear your voice.

He so craved to know what you sounded like.

Was it angelic like a morning dove?

Or perhaps thunderous like a lion's roar?

Whatever the matter.

He’d see you again soon.

He’ll make sure of it.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

For Hatters, how would they react to crush wearing playboy bunny suit at Halloween party?

"A Hat-Trick" Hatter Party x Reader

This is cute! Asks like this are fun because it's just these characters wanting to kiss you so bad it makes them look stupid. And I love that for you guys.

TW: Hypnosis

BTAS

Being the gentleman he is, he needs to make sure no one is harassing you for your chosen costume. By staying right next to you the entire party. This is certainly because he is a gentleman and it's not jealousy. You look lovely, by the way. He'd only really imagined you looking like this in his fantasies, pardon that he's flush.

In his nervousness, he's going to start talking about rabbits. He works with research, you know, lots of rabbits at the facility. Did you know they need special endotracheal tubes to be anesthetized? Their mouths hardly open so it's almost impossible to do them otherwise! Oh, oh and did you know rabbits can have up to twelve kits a litter and can get pregnant almost immediately after again? And that's not even to talk about the white rabbit and Alice in Wonderland-

He's going to babble until you stop him, basically. Then he's flush and apologizing. He makes a joke that perhaps he could hypnotize you and you'd just forget all that, eh? These days he's trying his best to not hypnotize his crushes, but... It is still tempting if it meant getting your attention.

It doesn't come to that as you still, for some ponderous, wondrous reason, you aren't trying to ditch him! It takes all night but eventually he'll work his way into asking you if you'd like to go for tea sometime. Finally. It only took him three months of stewing in this crush to ask you on a date.

Gotham

He didn't dress any particular way for this party. Really, he'll joke that he dressed as the magician to your rabbit. Just in case anyone thought they were going to get close to you at this little event. This will end up in a much larger and quickly-thought out plot that involves him performing party tricks with you as his "lovely assistant."

If you're not too careful, you'll be the subject of a hypnosis demonstration. He'll have you sway on an invisible tight-rope, swaying your hips to keep balance. Nothing dangerous. Even if he knows he could get you to do it flawlessly... He'd still rather not risk it. One thing he knows he can get away with however, is to tell you to kiss him. As if you're lovers meeting after a long time apart. He savors it, the feeling of your tongue on his.

When you wake up, you'll feel almost dizzy. What a good little bunny you were for him! Was it warm? How good did you feel? He asks just the right questions to try and get you flustered. At first he might even hint that something more salacious happened while you were under. Nothing that he thinks would make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe... but just enough to make your imagination run wild.

Then he asks if you want a repeat performance, just the two of you. Surely a little white rabbit such as yourself would graciously invite him to wonderland.

Arkham

Immediately taking off his jacket to cover you. No, no, just *where* is the rest of your outfit? Did it get eaten by the jabberwock on your way here? You must be freezing! Your poor little bunny tail!

Once you tell him it's intentional, he feels a rare emotion for him- embarrassment. Of course. It's not that he hadn't seen a playboy bunny before, he just never realized how delectable your legs really were- hm? What did he say? Nothing. You look wonderful.

let us be honest. He doesn't have a LOT in terms of shame, so once he's over the initial thing, he's going to want to get handsy. So many curves on display! Brushing his fingertips over your waist. If you told him no, he would stop. Yes, he would. You're special, he respects you, yes. No one likes being pawed by a cad. He is muttering this out loud.

If you encourage him at all, however, it'll be give an inch take a mile. It's an excuse he's been wanting, really. After all, he's been so fond of you already.

Such a lack of fabric, you'll really need him to make your costume next year. It can be just as showy if you'd like, he has no issue with that. But it'll give him your exact measurements for future outfits he might want to make...

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

jervis tetch my pookie princess

[knoepfl]

○~Madness in Mourning~○

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)

Reader (you)

Trigger Warnings:

Death

Grief

Mentions of violence

Anger

Masterlist

Words: 932

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The night hung heavy in the air, a thick shroud of sorrow blanketing Gotham City. Rain fell steadily, each drop echoing like a heartbeat against the pavement. Inside an old, dimly lit apartment, Jervis Tetch sat alone, surrounded by shadows. The flickering light of a lone candle cast eerie shapes on the walls, illuminating his distraught figure.

You stood in the doorway, hesitant to intrude on the somber scene. Jervis was a whirlwind of emotions, and tonight, those emotions had culminated into an abyss of despair. His sister, Alice, was gone, and he was left to grapple with the loss, consumed by grief and anger.

“Jervis?” you called softly, stepping into the room. Your heart ached at the sight of him, his normally vibrant demeanor dulled by the weight of tragedy. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and haunted.

“Why did this have to happen?” he whispered, his voice trembling. “She didn’t deserve this. None of it makes sense.”

You moved closer, your heart breaking for him. “I know it hurts. I’m so sorry, Jervis. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I’m here for you.”

He let out a broken laugh, a sound devoid of joy. “Here? What good is that? I couldn’t save her… I couldn’t protect her.” His hands clenched into fists, and he looked away, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over.

“No one could have predicted this, Jervis,” you said gently, kneeling beside him. “You loved her fiercely. That counts for something.”

“She was my sister!” he spat, his voice rising, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “And now I’m left with nothing but madness and rage! I should have done more!”

“Jervis, please—” you started, but he interrupted, his emotions spiraling.

“Once she was here, now she’s a ghost! Gone from this world, lost in the host. Madness consumes, it’s not what I planned, A game of cards played with a devilish hand!”

His voice transformed, a manic rhythm overtaking him as he began to rhyme. You watched, heart aching, as the Mad Hatter emerged from the shadows of Jervis’ grief.

“Why did they take her, oh, why did they dare? I’ll weave a tale, of madness to share! Gordon, you fiend! You’ve taken my joy, Now I’m but a shadow, a broken, lost boy!”

“Jervis!” you called, your heart racing. “You don’t have to do this alone! I’m right here!”

He paused, the intensity of his rhymes shifting as he looked at you, torn between the madness and the man you loved. “But I’m not the same, dear love, can’t you see? This madness consumes all the parts of me!”

“Then let it consume you. Let it out,” you urged gently, moving closer to him. “I accept you as you are, Jervis. I love you—the Mad Hatter and all. I don’t want you to fight it. I’m here to hold you while you embrace the chaos.”

He stared at you, confusion and hurt battling in his eyes. “You… you accept this madness? Even when it drives me to rage?”

“Of course,” you replied, your voice steady. “It’s part of who you are. Your pain is part of your story, and I want to be part of that story, too. Don’t push me away.”

As he absorbed your words, his features softened, but the madness still flickered beneath the surface. “Alice was my light, and now she’s gone! How can I find my way in this dark, twisted game?”

He began to rhyme again, but this time, it felt less frantic, as if he were allowing you in rather than shutting you out.

“A lost little hatter, a mind in disarray, Searching for the pieces, while shadows hold sway. Madness is my dance, my song in the night, But with you beside me, maybe there’s still light.”

You smiled through your tears, your heart swelling with love and determination. “Then let’s wander through Wonderland, through both madness and mirth, We’ll find the white rabbit, and make our own worth. We’ll tiptoe through tea parties, where time has no place, And dance with the mad, in this strange, twisted space.”

Jervis blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “You can rhyme as well? Oh, what a delight! To share in this madness, to dance in the night!”

“I’m just a girl who wants to weave a dream, To help you find light, even in the dark’s gleam. For in every riddle, and each game we play, We’ll honor dear Alice in our own special way.”

He let out a shaky laugh, a mix of pain and relief. “You’re truly mad, you know that?”

“And you love me for it,” you replied, grinning. “So embrace it, Jervis. Let the madness flow through you, but don’t let it drown you. We’ll navigate this twisted path hand in hand.”

The storm outside began to soften, the rain falling in a gentle rhythm, much like the heartbeat between you two. Jervis leaned into you, his head resting against yours, the rhyme fading into the background as he accepted your presence.

“Thank you for staying, even in my madness,” he murmured. “I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised, holding him close. “We’ll face whatever comes next together.”

And as the night deepened, you both sat in silence, clinging to each other amidst the remnants of sorrow. In that shared embrace, you found a flicker of hope—one that would guide you through the darkness, reminding you both that love could still exist, even in the face of tragedy.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! This story explores the complexities of grief, anger, and acceptance in a relationship. If you enjoyed this, I’d love to hear your thoughts or feedback!

[railroad-spike]

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[callsigncrash]

I’m gonna be 100%, this is who I think of when I think of Gotham Jervis

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘NWA, [kinkpril day 2 - bukkake]

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane (J-Squad)

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; foursome with the j-squad !!!

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. Day 2 of gotham tv kinkpril! How this works is each day I follow the prompt list; and pick gotham characters who I personally think would resonate with said kink. SMUT!!! PURE PORN. BUKKAKE! FOURSOME!! Poly relationship!!! For those who don’t know, bukkake is just getting your face came on by multiple men. Hard kinks. Warning for spit, overstimulation, pseudo-degradation, and cum. lots of it.

♫ “She just wanna fuck crazy, She just wanna fuck till she can't move no more. / We should make her pay for this.” NWA by Miguel

The whole room smells like sex. You feel filthy, you feel free. Strange how the three men in front of you could bring themselves to share you. You don’t mind a bit.

You’re spread-eagle on a bed in someones mansion. You’re unsure who owns it exactly- but you are sure Jervis hypnotized some poor sap. Any other day you might’ve playfully scolded him, but not today. From the moment you entered the house, Jerome has been licking and kissing your body like a madman. Hard to pay attention when your lover has no perception of personal space.

Jerome ranted to you, mindlessly, all last night and throughout today. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, which earned him a glare from Jonathan. You’d been curious as to why the redhead was more talkative than usual, but everything clicked when you were roughly shoved on the bed by Jonathan. They wanted to try something new.

And they’d done just that.

“J-Jerome, please.” You’re muffled voice whispers, choking on dick. The pause in you sucking has Jonathan growling, delivering a sharp slap to your chest. You blink away tears as he forces himself deeper.

“Anything for you, doll.” Jerome teases, and theres a sarcastic edge to his voice. He’s laughing at you. His hips wildly buck into your slit, sloppy movements sending wet squelches echoing from the room. The bed is bouncing as his nails dig into your thighs.

At Jerome’s remark, Jervis gives a small giggle, seemingly just as high on this as you are. You continue to wet your lips around Jonathan’s cock, spit bubbling around him. Jervis is pressing his member into the small of your back, fingertips circling your clit while Jerome fucks himself into you. You feel your eyes glaze over.

“Eyes on me.” Jonathan tugs harshly your hair, possessivley taking your attention away from Jervis’s movements. You try your best to see through your tears of overstimulation, exhaling through your nose. You look up towards him, and he lets out a grunt of approval from under his mask. Jervis looks less than pleased, eyes narrowing at the gesture. His patience is thinning, and his circles on your pussy turn rougher. You let out a yelp.

You can tell Jonathan’s getting close from the way his hold on your hair tightens painfully. It only enhances the pleasure. You moan around him when Jerome hits a particularly sweet spot, and you feel Jonathan’s hips sputtering into your mouth.

Jonathan pulls himself out of your mouth with a slippery pop, and his dick twitches as he spills his seed all over your face. The thin coat of cum covers your eyes, mouth, and cheeks, and you wince. You breathe wildly underneath him. You instinctively go to wipe the cum away from your eyes, but feel you feel your wrists pinned down.

Partially blinded, you squint, realizing the feeling of Jerome’s cock is not filling you up anymore. You attempt to look around, finding your hands being held to the mattress by Jervis and Jonathan to keep you firmly in place.

Jerome hovers above you, smiling as he unleashes his own load on your face, laughing through his orgasm. Once again, your face is painted in cream, and you’re whimpering loudly. The sound only makes Jerome laugh and cum harder it seems.

“See? I told ya you could take it!” Jerome’s voice is all you hear, and all you can do is choke and moan loudly. Jervis’s fingers are still working impossibly fast on your clit, and your back arches into him.

“All yours.” Jonathan nods to Jervis, responding nonchalantly. Jervis offers a begrudgingly polite smile. Jerome nods his head wildly, effectively in his happy place through maddening orgasmic bliss.

“Thank you, Gentlemen.” Jervis cocks his head, hand movements stopping. You take the time to catch your breath, which is ripped away from you as you feel Jervis’s heavy cock slide into you in one wet fluid motion. You can’t help but scream at the feeling of being re-stretched, heat filling you.

Through the tears and cum, you can make out Jervis grinning, the figures of Jonathan and Jerome disappearing behind you. For a moment you think they’ve left, until you feel Jerome kitten-lick a swipe of his and Jonathan’s own load off your face. Jerome’s hands roam over you wildly, tweaking your nipples to illicit another loud yelp from you. He cackles.

Jonathan takes Jervis’s previous place, uncut fingernails scratching up and down your ribcage, before swiftly rubbing at your soft nub of flesh. The pleasure is just too much for you, feeling three sets of hands claim you as their own. You taste Jerome and Jonathan’s cum as it drips into your swollen lips.

Jervis’s hand comes under your chin, delicatley moving your face to look at him. His thrusts are sharp in contrast, slapping into you at an animalistic pace. He drawls under his breath; smiling.

“Tight, isn’t she?”

Jerome hums in agreement, coming up from his spot on your neck to spit in your mouth. You’re forced to swallow. Jerome’s grin doesn’t waver as he responds, “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Jonathan doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s giving a crooked smile under the mask. He presses a slap to the fat of your thigh, watching it jiggle underneath his palm.

Between Jerome’s tongue on your neck and nipples, Jonathan’s hand smacking and flicking against your cunny, and Jervis’s fast pace pounding into your pussy, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten in anticipation.

Beside yourself, you match Jervis’s movements, trying desperately to fuck for any friction you can get. Your hips lift into him, chasing your own orgasm.

The moment of bliss finally comes when Jerome’s hand comes to squeeze around your neck, playful gesture sending you over the edge. You find yourself cumming around nothing, Jervis’s cock already in position. Pussy twitching only around Jonathan’s cold fingers, Jervis’s thick ropes of cum land on your face, groaning as he does so. You feel the hot creamy liquid drip down your forehead into the contours of your cheeks.

You refrain from opening your eyes, not letting the cum sting even more. But you hear Jerome’s voice right in your ear.

“Good aim.” He praises Jervis, and you can picture his small grin in response.

“I’ll go get a towel. Stay.” Jonathan’s blunt tone calls, weight shifting on the bed. You feel Jerome cuddle up into your breasts, and Jervis trace small circles on your wrist, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You feel your fucked out mouth form into a dazed smile of your own. You love your boys.

[fangirl--writes]

J Squad Starbucks Headcanons☕

Collecting dusts in my drafts. So now I set it free.

Jerome Valeska

There is a line???

“Cuseee’ Squad comin’ THROUGH-”

Not anymore- Cutsies to the front.

Pink Drinks or Refreshers + Lemonade

Java chip Frappachino  

EXTRA whip.

CAFFFFEEEINNNNNEE

He’s banned from ordering espresso ask Jonathan 

Aesthetic drinks

DESPISES  Black Coffee 😖  tastes like sadness v bitter.

Always orders cake pops  3 minimum. 

God help them if they’re out.

Jervis Tetch/MadHatter:

Second to order

Steamed Tea

Chamomile

Earl

Grey

Adores cold coffee

There’s so much syrup is it even coffee anymore..

Cookies or scones are toss ups tho’ 

Always warmed up. 

Is someone rude about the hold up? He fixes that quick.

ALWAYS POLITE

 Johnathon/Scarecrow: 

Last to order.

Group Apologist.

White Chocolate Mochas

Flat Whites

Cappuccinos.

Sometimes Black coffee 3 sugar and cream are minimum.

Also 3 Trenta ice waters… please.

He knows his other crew members don’t Hydrate rather Dyedrate

Sympathetic to the baristas for Jerome’s antics 

Tips SO WELL.

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Day 4

We don't have enough pictures of this man off cameras.

Is he shy or something?

They look so cool all together x)

[finniestoncrane]

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter] if possible made in Gotham style

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

I think by now you know my tastes lol, will get something extra

gotham!mad hatter x gn!reader, word count: 400 content (warnings): hate/angry sex, rough sex orders open here! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: it was hard to shoe-horn one bed in here, i got distracted! 💚

Perhaps it was the constant battle for space, the way your bodies bashed into each other, had to fit around the other’s shape, the curves, in order to fit properly in the tight space you shared, the almost childish tug-of-war over the blanket. It was the easiest thing to blame for the heated scenario you now found yourself in. Teeth bared, lips crashing together in a messy, aggressive kiss. What better way to share the bed than one that you could at least enjoy in a physical sense.

But Jervis was striving to take even that from you, with the rough and discourteous manner, against his polite nature, in which he rutted himself into you. Flesh against flesh, harsh slaps of his abdomen against you as he bucked wildly.

What had previously been a tense and taut relationship, working partners, somehow rivals, was pushed into a strange realm where you took pleasure in each other’s body, but took no pleasure from the act itself. The dichotomy highlighted by Jervis’ desperation to hold you close to his body, his soft, long hair matted to his brow with sweat, clothes and hat discarded on the floor in a pile of silk and tweed, against the way he was so rough, careless with you. Brutal in his passions.

Completely unaware, or choosing to ignore, the sharp dents in his skin where your fingernails dug in, he continued to pound his length within you, growling, spit frothing behind his gnashing teeth with every movement. You were weak for him like this, something you might not have been willing to admit, but which was written on your face, etched into the sharp breaths you took as he filled your soaked cunt. In an attempt to at least pretend that you weren’t thoroughly enjoying being taken by him, giving in to him, letting him ‘win’, you turned your face and buried it into the pillow.

Grabbing roughly, slender fingers against your cheeks, he turned your face back to him, his dark, almost black, eyes boring into your soul. You took him in, soft locks, sharp jaw, slightly dishevelled goatee glistening with his own sweat and the saliva from his hungry kisses.

“Don’t. Do. That.”

He leaned in, his lips crossing over the shell of your ear as he whispered, an implied threat in the tone.

“I want to hear you.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Hi. Let's get a little filthy. Let's say BTAS, Gotham, and Arkham Hatter have used their hypnosis to put an 'orgasm block' into their S/O's subconscious; they can't cum unless he says their trigger word. Having their S/O at their mercy this way, just how would each hatter lord that power over them, and what will it take for them to finally give their dearest Alice that sweet release?

"Mercy, grant me reprieve" Hatter Party

Only a little?

Tw: NSFW 🔞, hypnotism/hypnotic state, mind control, orgasm block, creampie, dry humping, light spanking, light degradation

BTAS

When he first asked, he was actually rather nervous to- His first crush being under his mind control ended exceedingly poorly, you know. Then again, he didn't exactly ask her before doing all of that. He'd never just take who you are away... but he would take away your ability to cum. It's a middle ground that he can easily be talked into and will respect the boundaries of!

Two sessions with his mind control bands is all it takes. Sessions where he tickles your subconscious and woos it to bend to his very will. It's this pleasant fog where he can suggest anything he wants. Your magic word is Wonderland.

He's almost giddy at the control. Over the course of a day or two, he'll play this out: Getting you close, having you do tasks together, lazily getting you close again. It's awkward and messy but he'll eventually get you to a point where you almost can't stand it. Poor, poor thing. It must hurt to need him that badly. Cooing sweet kisses to your neck as you whine and writhe.

Genuinely, he's kind of a pushover for getting the control back. If he's in a particular mood, he might make you work harder for it, but let's be honest. Unless you're particularly defiant or trying to make that ache last longer, you're probably being sweet on him. Which is, coincidentally, 99% of what it takes. That and a soft "please?"

"Dearest Alice. Of course I'll take you to Wonderland." And he helps put your arms around his shoulders as he holds your body against him. How you shake and moan in ecstasy! How you say his name! Such light and genuine pleasure! You might feel the hardness of his length against you.

He'll hold you until you're stable. Tell you it's alright- that you don't have to service him at all if you really don't want. You must be tired. If you did take care of him, however, he certainly wouldn't complain...

Gotham

The "meanest" of all of them. When he first asks, you should know you're fucked in multiple senses of the word. Every Hatter has a need/want for control, but Gotham... it's a different level. He's had so much taken from him even after he started getting controlling, that this sort of play strokes a lot of that itch.

He gets such a thrill whispering that little key word into the recesses of your brain. Hypnosis hazy, you repeat his commands back to him. That you'll reach the highest precipice- up, up- and stop just before the climax. Hanging on your tip-toes at the edge of release. Jabberwock is the word.

Oh, he's going to have this game going for at least a week if not longer. Cancel all his appointments. You're going to be in something slinky and pleasing to his eyes. All the better to grope you in, love. He likes sitting in a chair and asking you to crawl to him, eyes begging for purchase. He'll get you going and begging and wanting- Only to tell you no. That he doesn't quite feel as though you've earned it, yet!

And don't get cross, no, no. He'll make it last longer, then. At least, that's what he tells you. It's so fun to dangle that carrot. To hear you plead no! Not longer! Please! It's like having a fantasy figure in distress and he's the villain who holds your life in the balance. He gets almost drunk on that power.

When he finally makes up his mind, when you've been pushed to your limits, he'll tell you to get in your shared bed. You'll feel the tickle of his beard as he takes off your bottoms with his teeth. Licks and laps between your legs before taking out his cock and fucking you fully-clothed. Watching you beneath him, exposed while he's barely breaking a sweat...

It doesn't last long, he starts getting messy and losing that composure. Between thrusts he sighs, "Beware the... Beware the- oh god... The Jabberwock!" As you clench around him, he groans and finishes inside. Watches you shudder with his fullness. As he pulls out, he sighs in relief seeing his cum slip out of you.

He'll gently pat your stomach, "You did so well, pet. I'm so... so proud of you." Then it's time for a cuddle before you both clean up.

Arkham

Delicious, delicious. Oh, if only he could lick that feeling off his fingers like cake frosting. He likely came up with the idea as a passing fancy, but then he saw how excited you became at the prospect. Well. You aren't twisting his arm!

You've been under his hypnosis so many times you don't even need a chip for what he's planning. So pliable, Alice. He doesn't have to wonder what other things you'd do for him in this state. His lips to your jaw then your cheek as he reaches for that sweet spot between your legs. How good you'll feel, but that you can't finish. Not without him. Not without... a "tea party."

Wicked creature. You want him so badly? Show him. Here, on his leg. Take off your clothes. Rut against him like the naughty thing you are. He wants to feel how wet you are through his pants on his thigh. Maybe if you go a little faster- oh no, slower! A delighted giggle.

He'll nibble on your earlobe and groan that he needs to teach you how to behave. Like this, you're a proper trouble maker, tempting him to do awful, awful things to you. You'll feel the sting of his hand across your ass. Beg for it. Tell him how wicked and filthy. That the only way to save you is by his hand.

If you do that, he'll kiss you, and ask you, "Would you like to come to my tea party?" His hands come down on your hips as you finish on his pants, a nasty little grin on his face. He purrs, holding your face in his hands, "Look at the mess you've made. I know you must be quite tuckered, Alice, quite exhausted indeed! Clean it up, use your tongue as aid."

Don't worry about him. He ah... finished a little earlier. The whole thing was very exciting, all the friction and rutting- It does things to a man, you know! And how could he not with his darling Alice begging him and wanting it so? Both of you can take a shower and then a nice, long bath.

[gothamslostboy]

Asking for Jervis w/ male reader one bed troupe. I think it would be funny if he got all shy and blushy, and they woke up closer than they remember in the morning... Gay as shit for that man

A/N: I too am gay as shit for Jervis and love the one bed troupe. I know I said it’d be out tomorrow but I finished it early and don’t see the point in waiting to post.

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

He couldn’t believe this. It was HIS house. The mail was addressed to Jervis Tetch and still Jerome managed to convince him to share a room with one of the others. They all had to lay low for a bit, causing mass mayhem and killing people tended to make Jim Gordon the GCPD look for you, and Jervis’s house was the only one they didn’t know about.

Only problem: it is a 3 bedroom house, not 4. The other two rooms had twin beds and Jerome argued it would be easier to share his king sized bed then try to squeeze together on a twin. No he was rushing to tidy up his room while you three finished arguing about who got their own rooms.

Gosh he hoped Jerome won the argument, he really didn’t want to share a bed with a sadist who smells of sweat. Johnathan would be fine, the first thing he did once they arrived at the house was shower, and he didn’t seem like the type to kick or move in his sleep. If Y/N lost, oh my, there’s a possibility Y/N would be sleeping in his room tonight. Jervis’s pace quickened as he cleaned, mind & heart racing at the mere thought.

Y/N was the man who made him feel as though he was Alice, stumbling through wonderland lost and confused, still in awe of everyone and everything around. Before you, life was gray, dull, everything menial and slightly aggravating to do. The first day you were introduced to Jervis, standing next to Jerome & Johnathan, arm extended for a handshake, he began to see dull shades. Oh! As soon as your palms connected, it was almost breath taking how quickly grays turned blue, red, green, and ever other color under the Sun or Moon. Y/N was the perfect guy for Jervis, but he didn’t know if he could handle laying next to you, inhaling your perfect scent for hours. His heart might burst, and Jervis didn’t want to get your perfect skin dirty or risk waking you.

After the room was basically spotless, Jervis stayed pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. What would he do if you were to sleep in his bed? Could you notice how he grinned like the Cheshire Cat next to him? Is it possible you’d return his feelings? Or would you be disgusted? Jervis never had the courage to as about your love life, if he discovered that his perfect partner was spoken for he’d have to hypnotize you into his arms, but he wanted you there willingly. Perhaps you weren’t interested in men at all? What would Jervis do then? He’d never force you to be a sexuality not belonging to you, but it’d hurt to much to live. Here goes his mind again, falling down the rabbit hole due to Y/N.

Ah ha! Jervis know what he’ll do, yes, he has the perfect solution, he’ll give up his room for you to share with Johnathan! Y/N L/N and Johnathan Crane are known by every “villain” in Gotham as completely platonic friends, best friends who do most everything together and have for years. Even before becoming rouges, the pair had been inseparable. He knows nothing will happen between you two, and you’d have to agree because then neither would be unfamiliar with sharing with the other. Yes, this will work nicely! Jervis strides over to his bedroom door, turning the doorknob and taking a few steps before bumping into something, or, as he discovered looking down, someone.

You let out a small woah as you fell, landing on your butt and peering up at Jervis, the annoyed glare disappeared from your features and a small twist in the corners of your lips taking over. Geez roomie, not even in bed yet and I’m falling for ya. Heat rose to Jervis’s cheeks as he leaned down to help you up, muttering apologizes before a slight rigidity shot through him.

Roomie? You had called him Roomie, which meant that indeed, Y/N and him will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, so close together. Wait- what else had you said? Jervis cleared his throat and turns himself back toward the room, hoping his face will return to its normal color before he must face you again. Ah, I’m assuming you lost the, what did Johnathan call it, “Battle of Sleep Conditions”? Yeah, turns out always picking rock is a horrible strategy. You shrug your shoulders as you follow Jervis, eyes darting around his room as you stop in the doorway, blissfully unaware of how panicked the man you’re conversing with is. A comfortable silence stretches over the room, well, comfortable for you. The quick gleams of your pupils and the subtle head nods are too inconspicuous for him to see as he scrambles to determine if your reaction is negative or positive. Instead of asking, his fingers intertwine themselves with they stringy ends of his throw blanket. Nice room Tetch, your place looks way better then whatever hell scape Jerome’s house is. Seriously, how’d he even come up with some of that stuff? Your words and small laugh let his shoulders fall and mouth exhale a small sound mimicking yours, white teeth coming into view. I’m not sure Y/N, perhaps the same way he comes up with all the horrors he’s created. Anyhow, thank you for the compliment, I’ve had to do quite a bit of redecorating since the old owners moved out. He sent you a slight exaggerated wink, feeling much better watching you gracefully travel about his room, fingers tracing faintly over the designs and engravings cluttering his possessions.

I supposed so, hey, is there a bathroom in this part of the house? I still have gunpowder on me and the one Johnathan used is waaayyy back there. You put down an old hat stand on his dresser to point left, the direction you had stumbled into him from. Of course, Jervis guides you to the side of the room he was on, this door here is to the master bathroom. Do you need anything? There should be all the necessary toiletries already. He pulls the door open and flips the light switch as he moves to give you a pathway in. Actually yes, if you don’t mind. GCPD got into the lab before I had a chance to grab my go bag, do you mind if I borrow so pajamas? I’m alright in this if not. A sheepish smile graces Jervis’s favorite face, and he finds it hard to speak over the deafening thump of his heart. Y/N, you can absolutely borrow something to sleep in, sorry the guards I got for you weren’t suitable for protecting your workspace. What would you like: silk, cotton, I have many different kinds to choose from. He scans the drawer of pajamas looking for a pair you’d like.

Don’t worry about it, guards lasted long enough for me to leave and that’s what matters. I’ll be good with just a T-shirt and boxers if that’s good with you Tetch, thanks a million! Once again tonight, Jervis finds himself hiding a blush for you as he hands over the clothing. Lovely Y/N will be sleeping in his bed, in his clothes, next to him! Hearing the water turn on, Jervis changes his own clothes and lays down, staring at the ceiling. While he ponders how the bed will be shared, his eyelids grow heavy. Despite trying to fight it, he succumbs to slumber before you can return, the days events catching up to him. After you finished your shower, you had quietly slipped under the covers on the opposite side, purposely leaving space between you and your secret crush to keep him comfortable.

Waking up the next morning, Jervis relished in the quiet. Seems he was the first to wake. He moved to stretch, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar weight causing him to freeze. Instead of a blanket, he found himself wrapped in Y/N’s grasp, head tucked under the other man’s chin. The panic and shock started to subside, though his embarrassment stayed. How had this happened? He fell asleep on one side of the bed yet here he is, cuddling on the other with a very much still asleep and unaware Y/N. Did he move over? Was he pulled over during the course of the night? Jervis remained as still as possible while he looked for clues to answer his many questions, but apparently not still enough.

You had stirred, pulling his back even closer to your chest & tightening the grip you had on his waist. Your pillows sucked, you’re too comfortable, go back to sleep Jervis. He heard your mumbled words and decided that maybe that was a good idea, so he began to get comfortable. He struggled for a bit before turning to face you, curling into your chest and letting a content sigh slip out, not seeming to notice the chuckle bouncing through you. With one last good morning , Jervis let himself drift off once more. More then happy to let his future self deal with the situation when he awakens.