#oh jervis my silly

[arcade-writing]

Tea party for two

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: Jervis Tetch x AFAB! reader

Warning: ribbon bondage, Oral - man EATS out, drool and spit kink, scent kink, he's a little weirdo, brief sex toy, March Hare! Reader, he's as giddy as he is horny, alot of whimpering, Jervis is very vocal, probably cringe dirty talk - man rhymes and speaks silly, established relationship, boss x henchmen, cheesy petnames, premature ejaculation, messy sex, creampie, mating press, a lot of praise, minor light degrading for hatter, hair pulling, table sex, abit of aftercare, they’re ridiculous your honour

I'm aware a Hare and a rabbit/bunny are very different but I don't give a shit quite frankly!

This is a non specific Hatter, it is implied he's got a gut on him and said he has curly hair but he's not detailed in description where you can't imagine your own version. He is also intended to be shorter than you but ehh again, nothing is overly defined.

Being one of the mad hatters goons wasn’t too bad. Not many people In Gotham can say they get paid to dress up for a criminal and enjoy it. Tea parties were routine at this point, always at the same time and well- you couldn’t even be so sure the clocks even worked accurately in Jervis’s underground lair. They always say to expect the unexpected but this was certainly not expected; currently you were being wheeled into the tea party on a carrier. Your arms tied to the oversized metal tray you were sitting on, your knees forced to your chest as your ankles and thighs were tied together with thick ribbon. The other goons just looked mindless as usual as the hypnotic chip in their head softly beeped. There you saw Jervis sitting in his usual chair, it was tall and wide enough to sit comfortably in. Now, you and the tray were on the table right In front of him. Displayed like a meal ready to be eaten.

“There’s other ways of inviting me to tea..” you finally spoke up, raising a brow, your foot just brushed the hatters chest. Nudging it just beneath his large bowtie.

Jervis made the other goons leave the room with a usher of his hand. Shooing them off as he tutted, having everything he wanted now you were Infront of him – perfectly presented and even tied up with a bow! Oh how marvellous! He laughed with that mischievous yet playful tone that you’ve gotten used to over time. Leaning forward as he cupped one foot with his gloved hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it.

“They say a rabbit foot is very lucky to have, wouldn’t I just be lined up for fortuitous events if I got to have a cheeky nibble on my dearest Hare?”

He pulled back to clap, giddy with his own excitement and anticipation. Giggling as he grinned so uncomfortably large, those buck teeth of his on full display. “Rabbit for dessert! They say they’re best for stews and supper but no no! But I’m sure you’ll just ooze with sweetness!”

You slightly flush, nudging his chest with your foot once again in retaliation knowing full well what this was leading to as your upper back pressed against the large and long table. You weren’t in the proper state of dress but that was because you had your own plans, until those large Tweedle henchmen came barging in. Your knees pressed together from how your tied as you could just about watch him from this position.

“oh? You’re hoping I’ll have some special filling for you to enjoy, hatter?” Your hands flex as your wrists were tied with ribbon to the handles of the large tray.

Oh such temptation in that tone of yours! It was oh so sweet and full of mischief. His grin grew wider as he licked his lips, his face so close to your knees as he hummed. Eyes darting all over you, those greedy eyes soaked up your thin fabric of your knee highs. Already drooling at just the idea, he’s been a fidgeting mess since he made those big goons grab you. And hard too, straining in his trousers already. He adjusted his big top hat to look more presentable, he was the boss after all.

“Hmm… I suppose that depends.. If I were to dig in, would I get to lick my fingers once I’m done and find all the delicious drippings and honey still on them?” He was only growing more jittery as he grew more flustered at the thought. Twitching fingers reaching for the big bow keeping your legs together as he pulled it undone.

“why don’t you try and see? I’m not a mirror, Hatter, you have to seek more than just a glance.” Even with the spontaneous and ridiculousness of it all; wishing Jervis would approach these kind of topics and desires like how most would but that wouldn’t be him. Once your legs were untied you parted them, resting your feet on his shoulders as you made sure to arch your back a little for show. “I’m sure with your attention I’ll be stickier than toffee.”

He let out an audible gasp, cheeks turning red, his eyes practically popping out of his head. A cheeky smirk flashed all over his face with that devious look in his eye. “If you insist, dear Hare.” He didn’t hesitate to move his gloved hands down and grasp your knees, pushing them more to your chest as his hands slid along your thighs. His breath became shallow and his heartbeat quickened, kissing from your ankle up to your knee. Biting at your socks the way up as he let out muffled giggles.

“Oh my! Getting a little dewy already?” He peered down at the underwear you currently had on, seeing a wet patch already formed. Just spotting an outline of something else, growing curious as his fingers danced up your thighs and to the waistband of your underwear.

As he stripped your bottom bare, he was nuzzling into your thighs as he pressed them to his head more. Tucking His face against your clit as he his big nose peeking over as he inhaled with a proud ‘oh ho ho ho!’. He loved that scent of yours; it’s why he always tried to get clothes of yours into his grubby hands. Wanting to smell you whenever he could.

You squeeze around his head, almost knocking off his top hat in the process as the ribbons and feathers decorating it tickled at your legs. Rolling your eyes with a smile at his giggles and noises of pride. Pushing him closer with your legs considering you were still bound at the wrists. “I just want your attention, makes me all warm.” You coo, your legs wanting to tense but each kiss just made your body melt.

“ohhh don’t you worry, my attention is already all yours, dear Hare” He chuckles as he nuzzles you more, your legs squeezing his head making him all squirmy, hips rolling against the plump of his chair. Getting that needed friction. “Warm is definitely the right description. You’re practically a cocoon of warmth with all that blood pumping, I’m sure your heart is just THUMPING!” He adjusted his hat to sit more firmly on his head and let his hands venture, sliding down to your slicken folds and finally found what brought his curiosity.

“And what’s this? Have you been hiding carrots from me?” He teases with a scolding brow, awaiting your answer as he feels the rubbery end of the toy currently stuffing your hole. Its end looks like cartoonish leafs and a stem, looking between you and the toy as he flicks the stem.

“I know how much you like games, I was hoping you’d enjoy playing with me but you ended up beating me to it.” You huff, your toes curling as he brought attention to the carrot toy. Biting on your bottom lip as you almost completely forgot it was there – your feet pushing him by the shoulders to be as close as he could as your hands clenched and unclenched.

“Aha! So you ARE hiding secrets.” He let out a giggle with a grin and a mischievous look in his eye, clapping his hands together in his glee, you really had no idea how much you were teasing him. Before he gave your thigh and smack as punishment. “Naughty! Naughty! Bad rabbit! Such a cheeky little thing!” He tutted and tsked, giving your thigh a few more smacks in quick concessions. “Planning to toy with your poor ol’ Hatter, I can only imagine the maddening game you would have played.”

He hummed to himself as he grabbed the rubber stem of the toy, twisting and pulling at the ends and bouncing it about between his fingers. Giving it a testing tug as he could see it wasn’t an easy fit. You gasped sharply at the slaps and then my breath caught in my throat as he played with the stem, tugging and twisting. Your reaction only just made his breathing more rapid, drool slipping past his trembling lips. His buck teeth caught on his lip as he chewed on it. "ohh I should take your carrot from you! Yes yes! Naughty rabbits like yourself don’t get lovely carrots.”

Squirming as your feet lightly kicked at his shoulder. Your hands grasping at the table cloth as you bit down on my lip tighter to muffle the sound that escaped you. “Then why don’t you take it then? Huh, hatter?” You breath out, eyes fluttering at just the thought as you saw just how excited he was getting – his energy rising and rising was more obvious. He never was one to stay still for long.

“why not indeed?” He asked as he finally stopped teasing the toy and grasped it properly, pulling with a bit more force then he thought he would have to. Pulling out the large carrot – much larger than he expected it to be- as his eyes widened, his jaw dropped slightly as he breathed in with a sharp intake of air. “O-oh my!” Marvelling at your cunt squeezed and fluttered as he pulled it out, listening to the sweet moans pooling out as it dragged along your walls. Your legs trembled as you arched. Delighting in the friction but already feeling that full sensation in your stomach retreat. His boner was pressing hard against his trousers, pre-cum smearing and wetting the fabric through his boxers at just the sight alone.

Once the toy came out with a loud pop he was staring at it with wide sparkling eyes. His cheeks utterly flushed and his heart pounding. “You…you are naughty, my Dear Hare…utterly and entirely naughty..” he breathed out, staring at your body as he can only imagine delightfully in his head the struggle you went through just to stash this carrot away just for him.

Panting, as you could feel how embarrassingly messy your thighs and pussy now were. Leftover lube and slick stringing out and dripping down to your ass. It rattled even you with how wet you were. Watching him through glazed eyes at his surprise as your hips wiggled, trying to pull his attention back into focus.

“Hatter…” You whimper, feeling so empty now. You just needed him to fill you up. You needed his attention.

His eyes are glued to the puffy folds between your legs, mouth agape and still stunned by the size of the toy and of your willingness to use it to such extremes just to get him in a tizzy. But more so, the way you gushed. Oh he has never thought of a day more fitting to be deemed Fractious day more than now. “Oh- dear Hare..” his voice was nothing but soft and breathy. As he swallowed against the sight.

His eyes looked back at the toy in his hand, but at the sound of you whimpering his focus was refocused to your wiggling hips. With haste he grabbed the largest teapot he had and shoved the carrot in it. Practically Jumping into action, Not wasting a beat he began to nuzzle your thighs and kiss around your fluttering cunt. His nose was practically smothered by your soft pussy as he huffed and puffed under his breath. His mouth opened as he began to lick away at the wetness you left behind as he moaned. His gloved hands gripping tightly at your thighs as he let out an approving groan at the mess. At your taste, always so sweet.

Your legs tighten at his head again, your hands thumping against the table as you just wanted to grab him and pull on his thick curly locks of his. He was acting like he was starved and it made your head spin. You loved it. Gasping and whining as you strained in your restraints. “Oh that’s it- my pretty Shortcake..” your breathing is thick in your throat and heavy as it escapes you. Looking down to watch him as you can just see his eyes rolling and twitching.

Your sweet mess on his face was like the perfect desert, the smell and taste driving him into a delirious state. His breath became shallow as he continued, his eyes rolling back as they fluttered. His nostrils flaring in and out as he took in your smell, it made him feel drunk. Your scent was intoxicating. His tongue taking it's time to trace around your sticky hole. Savouring every moment. He continued to suck and lick with no end.

“oh….as juicy as an apple, a ripe delicious fruit you are!” Jervis praised between slurps he let out a moan, he sounded so desperate and needy. Bucking and rolling against his chair more. “yum..yuuuumm my Hare..so sweet..so very delicious.” he hummed the song of the tea party against you. “just perfect to eat!”

You wanted to roll your eyes, to huff and complain at his nonsense but you couldn’t deny he was doing perfect. Your hands tugged on the restraints and you finally felt the ribbon loosen against the handles, yanking your arms forward and the bow came undone as your hands grabbed the back his head, intertwining into the thick heap that was his curly hair. Hatter’s eyes widened In surprise as you broke free from your bounds, his mouth opening to scold you but you beat him to it.

“Poor Hatter… you’re ravenous… someone’s been needing his desert, hasn’t he?” You coo once more, scrunching a fist fall of his hair just beneath the rim on his big top hat.

Hatter turned to putty as you pulled at his curly locks, gasping with a breathless giggle. Your fingers ran deep into his hair, his breathing was frantic as he moaned and whimpered with your hands being so greedy.

Nodding feverishly at your words. “oh yes! I’m famished! I am but a starving man and like the wolves I hunger for tasty rabbits.”

And it was true, he was ravenous, every cell in his body was hungry and wanting more. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His lips glued to the sticky mess that was your sex, sucking on your throbbing clit as he hummed, suckling on you like you were the finest meal he’s ever had. Moaning as he let his nose nudge and nuzzle against the pearl as his tongue slid between your folds and to your entrance.

With great reluctance, he pulled back from you as a string of saliva connected his tongue to you as he panted. His hands pried from your thighs as he began to eagerly tug off the silk gloves finger by finger. “But to truly enjoy my meal, the gloves must come off!” He declared, growing impatient as he just yanked his other glove off his hand and dived back in.

Your hands tighten In his hair as you see him discard his pretty gloves so eagerly. His hand reached between your legs to hold open your dripping cunt as he prodded his tongue inside. Keeping his face as pressed to you as humanly possible as he fucked you with his wiggling tongue. Needing to taste you inside and out. To feel you clench and flutter. To savour each dewy drop you produced just for him. Keening under all his attention as you let out a whine. One hand raising to keep his precious hat on his head as he enjoyed himself vigorously. Knowing he’d go into a moody state if his top hat was knocked off his head no matter his enjoyment. Your thighs trembling against either side of his head as you nod, unable to as words felt impossible. Feeling his tongue deep in you, hungrily lapping and fucking you.

Jervis’s eyes sparkled to see you put care into making sure his hat didn’t fall off. He had you well trained, a marvellous Hare! But then again with a good bunny like you, you would know better not to ruin his hat. Jervis’s grubby hand feel along your thigh as he uses his free hand to hold on to your hips. His other hand using his bare fingers to keep you spread open for him. Spitting directly onto your dewy spot as he giggled, chewing on his bottom lip. Sucking in what was left of his spit as he smeared it into you with his fingers. Watching it string and connect his fingers to your sex.

“Messy bunny…oh you sticky little treat.”

You gasp at the feel of his spit, leaning up as you yank on his hair and tug his head back. “filthy Hatter!” You scold, even if it did make your face warm and your body shudder. Your breathing heavy as you make his big eyes stare up at yours. Brows scrunched up to keep some display of authority. “you’re a dirty little man, aren’t you? Just spitting on your desert, no manners.”

A smile lit up his face, your voice scolding him made it all the more better. His tongue sliding out of his mouth as he let it trace along your wetness, his eyes wide as he looked into yours. Oh how one part of him wanted to put you in your place for scolding him, telling him how he should enjoy you but another whined at your light jabs at his character. Unable to decide, drunk on the taste of you as he licked his lips.

“No manners? No no! I have manners, my sweet, yes – your hatter has all his table manners but…oh you make me feel as if I am topsy-turvy! I am spun in the head!” He shook his head but he couldn’t deny this was pushing at his restraint. He needed more of you. “But I am a starving man and I am in need of more than just a succulent meal, I need warmth and a cosy place to tuck myself into.”

The hatter hastily undid his trousers and shimmered them down as he pulled himself out of his chair and up onto the table, crawling over you as he pulled your legs to your chest, his shoes letting out a squeak against the wooden table as the cloth rode up in his pursuit.

“JERVIS-!” You yelp with surprise, the teapots and cups rattling at the sudden movements. His chest pressing to yours as he nestled himself right where he needed to be, right between those pretty legs as his hands grasped at the edge of the table to keep himself steady. Your legs were hooked under his arms and dangling in the air. Staring up at him with eyes as wide as his as your breathing hitched. Heart racing faster than ever as your hands kept a tight grasp on his hair and down to his shoulders for stability. The weight of him was a welcomed change, feeling his stomach press against yours, feeling its roundness through his waistcoat.

His face was just mere inches from yours, his eyes glued on yours as you breathed. Your warm breath being the only thing he could feel with every exhalation, you could almost feel his heart beating against you. Your arms holding on to him for dear life was just the icing on the cake, a tasty cherry to top it all off.

“oh my, oh my, I’m not too heavy am I? A little hapless Hare like you, you’re not struggling with little ol’ Hatter, are you?” He teased, as he nestled into you, sinking his cock into your warm heat as he gripped the table tighter. His knees slightly bending to keep himself balanced, but more so it was then buckling at just first contact.

He sank in slowly as he stretched you out with the girth of him, as thick as the rest of him but just as short, as he let out giggles. Chewing on his lip to muffle them as he nodded. You gasp, clinging onto him as your legs kick out slightly. Letting out a strained and wobbly ‘ooooh…’ as he pressed into you. Staring down at you he spoke up once more, though strained in his words.

“mmph! Oh-oh h-haha! Hatter has fallen into his very own rabbit hole! I think Hatter will never escape! Ah-!” His hips met yours as he pressed more of his weight onto you, bottoming out completely with delight. He really has been training you well.

Scoffing at his words as your nose pressed against his, your hands gripping at his shoulders. Feeling the ribbon draped off the edge of his hat caress your cheek, returning his intense stare. “I don’t think this rabbit wants you to-“ you finally responded, able to gather the words that threatened to lose themselves on the tip of your tongue. You never wanted him to stop whenever you two got intimate, he made your head spin and your body react in ways you never did with others.

His mouth split Into a smile as he nodded, your hands on him were a delicious pleasure, his hands clawing at the table cloth. He started to pump, keeping pace with his words, his hips moving downwards to meet you. Balls smacking against your ass. “Oh…is that so?” He let out a soft moan as he felt a nice little jolt go through his body that made a little hum escape his throat as his eyes rolled slightly as a spark went through his body. Oh you were so perfect.

“mmm that’s it darling! Good Hare! Good bunny! Good good! Yes! Oh yes!”

You were clenching into him so tightly – why would he ever want to escape when your perfect sex was hugging him? Wrapping his cock In the warmest embrace he could ever withstand. Wanting him as desperately as he wants you. Panting as that familiar warm knot in his gut already formed. Your heat was too much- he whimpered. His eyes widening with a cry of protest as he thrusted into you.

Suddenly, cumming before he could even fully grasp. He couldn’t help but stutter out his breath, a bloom of shame appeared in the heat of his cheeks, trying to maintain appearance. He knew this may happen but this was not what he wanted. Not the first he’s been a quick shooter but with you? He was a man who liked to impress and this was certainly not a moment his own excitement getting the best of him was desired.

“I- you snug rabbit-“ he hissed, that pride of his burning at his own action. He was a brilliant man! The mad hatter! He was-! He…oh he was humiliated. You mouth part, my eyes locked downwards as you watch him falter. Feeling the hot seed shoot and paint your walls, not expecting it at all.

“Oh hatter…” You whine, your hands pulling him closer as you nuzzle your nose to his. “oh my shortcake..my hatter.” You coo, searching his eyes as one hand goes to his cheek, spotting the shame in his red cheeks and now wavering gaze.

“I am not so easily..explosive..” Jervis tried to explain as he tried to pull away from you. Which you hastily made sure he was securely pressed to you, the both of you moaning as his cock twitched inside you. He was in a frenzy of emotions. Your touch was so stimulating, your words sent jolts down his spine as his mind raced. His eyes were glued to your lips, almost wanting to kiss them. But strangely between you two, it felt too sacred. It was expected of two people who have such an affair.

“Did I squeeze too tight? You just make me so excited, I can’t help it, just like you can’t help that little burst, now could you?” You mumble quietly, trying to make sure he doesn't feel embarrassed. If anything, you found it flattering. You loved when he cummed and this was no different.

“oh…dear me…” the heat in his cheeks grew, and his breath quickened as you nuzzled him. Your voice was so sweet and smooth. A shiver went from his shoulders all the way down to his knees when you nuzzled your nose against his. Your comforting hand stroking his face made his lip curl up into a wobbly smile. “oh you are not mad at your Hatter, I couldn’t help it, when you squeeze and squeeze I go pop!”

“oh no, I’m not mad at all, I want…more of that-“ oh how you wanted him to just be blunt but he was a fickle man. Whenever your mouth was too dirty he’d rattle on about manners and how one Should talk to a man of his class so you do your best to reassure him. “-filling of yours, Jervis.”

Spotting his gaze flickering to your lips and you lean forward, kissing the top of his big nose as you shift my hips. Giving them a small wiggle as your feet press into his back to push his body more into yours, feeling him bottom out once again with a shudder.

“I think it would only be fair, wouldn’t you?” You give his hot cheek another caress as you smile at him. Abit strained with your own growing embarrassment. “I know you can do it, you’re the hatter and he can do impossible things, can’t he?" Doing your best to sound as encouraging as you could. You knew if he couldn’t handle it he’d say, no matter if you stroked his ego. He knew his limits.

The man's eyes were locked on yours as they met. Your words of encouragement spur him on, pushing him to go forth. A whimper escaped his lips as you shifted your hips and pushed up against him. The feeling was so incredible, your fluttering heat coaxing a few more strings of cum to ooze out.

“You-you’re so naughty and persistent…oh…oh-…oh damn it-! Just like your delicious quim you can’t go five seconds without wanting more…how is that fair? How can your Hatter ever compete with such a hungry and needy bunny like you?” He pouted, leaning over to kiss your nose back. Leaving another kiss on the edge of your lips as he trembled at the mere act. The tender kiss he couldn’t dare himself to steal.

Jervis started to pump into you once again, but this time slower. Easing himself in and out as the drag of the ridges of your walls and the veins of his cock rubbed so agonisingly deliciously together. His lips were trembling as he began to breathe heavily again. His brows pinched as he felt that confidence warm his chest as he tried to not focus on the twitch of overstimulation just on the edge of sensation. Threatening to make his brain putty.

“But- I am capable of doing many things…”

“I know you are, you’re just so brilliant like that.” You grin, mewling at the feeling of his thrusts. Tilting my head away just enough so your lips couldn’t touch, teasing him. Knowing even when he was balls deep he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you on the lips. It was cute in a way. Charming even.

Gripping onto him tighter than before as you nod. Relishing in his stamina still able to keep him going. “big capable Hatter, huh? I think it’s plenty… fair…you have someone that can’t get enough of you…”

Talking felt easier with the slow pace, words coming out between heavy puffs of air. Your head pressing more against the table, your legs squeezing just under his armpits. There was a numb pain in your back, the cold of the metal tray beneath you but your blood was rushing too fast to truly feel it. Too focus on the feel of him.

The warmth you gave him with your compliments caused him to melt further into you, your words making him smile more. But when you shifted, he frowned a bit, your tease was very naughty. Using his timidness (shocking he could still be) against him. He pouted his lips and made a low noise in the back of his throat as he pushed even more into you. Biting your cheek with a nip as retaliation making you let out a small yelp of surprise.

“But it's been…hard to not keep you filled with cream, turn you into…my little éclair-'' Jervis whined, your heat causing more shivers down his spine as his pace grew more steady. Confident. He grinned, squeezing his eyes shut as his jaw was clenched. Your walls still hugging him like your life depended on it. How very naughty you were!

“oh god- oh god your too tight-!” He whimpered out with a small cry. His hands almost ripping the table cloth as the table trembled and rocked from his movements.

“Your éclair-?” You gasp out, your brain was mush as your legs gripped and lightly kicked at his back. Your eager hands lifted up to reach his, grasping them tightly as your eyes fluttered. “you want that?” You tease more, testing how he’ll react, not the first time he’s said something like that to you but in the silly ways he spoke his filthy desires you couldn’t help but encourage him. Perhaps you were as whipped for him as cream.

Feeling that familiar knot in your stomach as your fingers interlocked. Your own orgasm approaches with each electrifying friction. Feeling his stomach just graze against your clit, the fabric of his waistcoat making you keen.

The feel of your hands grasping his and interlocking with them was like a new set of handcuffs keeping him in place. And how could he ever dream of escaping the wonderland that was you? He couldn't. He wouldn't.

“H-haha…ha ha…oh-oh yes-! I- I want you to be my little éclair. A creamy, delicious one.” He hummed, licking your cheek with one long slow drag of his tongue, tasting your skin. Just able to taste the layer of salt forming on It as his cock twitched. The faster his hips moved the more overstimulation bit at his nerves but you were far too delicious to give up. But he knew his limit was approaching. “I want to fill you till you’re overflowing…and I’ll eat you up-“

Licking his damp lips as he pressed his nose to your cheek as he groaned. Overstimulation began to sting at his pulsing nerves as tears started to form into his eyes, his second orgasm rushing towards the finish line with you.

Just another hard few thrusts and the feel of his body just flicking your bud made that knot slap. “Hatter-!” You let out a squeal, your heels completely digging into his back as your eyes squeezed shut. Toes curling as your own release crashed over you. Your hands gripping his so tight as you chew on your bottom lip, trying to stop from being too loud but your attempt was futile. The loud clattering of the table and the teapots just barely drowning the sounds out.

His eyes shot open at the sudden release of yours. His grip tightened on your hands as he moaned into your cheek, tears falling down his cheek as he slammed into you. Completely filling you.

“oh god- squeezing-! Oh dear god- oooo-ooo-“ his voice faltered as your moans took its place, his body shook uncontrollably, his mind was in oblivion as he emptied himself into you. Painting your walls again, drooling as his mouth hung open. So caught up in it all he didn’t even realise his precious top hat fell off his head!

Feeling his body slump, your hands reached up to his head and cradled it. Easing him down as he jerked and trembled. Feeling sticky wet from his drool against your skin. Your legs falling down and resting on the back of his knees as both of your bodies gave out. His knees knocking against the table with a thud. Cooing as you nuzzled against him. Your hands smoothed and toyed with his curly hair, grounding the both of you as you caught a glimpse of his fucked out expression.

“oh Jervis.” You whisper, giving his cheek a kiss as you tried to ride out the high with him. Your bodies clumsily rub against each other. Feeling the pitter patter of his tears fall down onto your cheek. Immediately consoling him with kisses under and around his eyes.

The man's body was limp, the heat he felt coursing through him left him exhausted, his lips were curled into a small smile as you nuzzled him. Your cooing voice was like a dove's melody to his ears. He was still drooling slightly, he was like a puddle of melted chocolate on your lap, utterly ruined. Liquid in your hands, defenceless and blissed. You were definitely the best sweet he had ever had. His eyelids slowly opened back up, his eyes were tired and his throat was hoarse, his cheeks were still wet with your kisses. He was too exhausted and overwhelmed to speak any words. Only able to make a few slurred giggles and whines. You had completely wrecked him, just as he hoped you would when he got those goons to bring you to him, to present you so prettily with a bow.

“sweet Jervis…my shortcake.” The high left you in a daze but the adrenaline was dying down. Letting out a small noise of discomfort, the consequences of the continuous smack of your bodies made your tailbone hit the large tray you were resting on. In your shared bliss you completely forgot you were still set up like a delicious meal and now your back was feeling sore. Trying to nudge his heavy weight off you, though it was soothing to have. Grounding your dizzy mind.

“I need to move-“

But he didn’t want to move, his legs were jelly and every bump of your bodies together made that overstimulation strike him. Whimpering as his brain screamed for him to move but his body pleaded to stay in your wet heat. He tried to roll over for your own benefit but he miscalculated how far you two were to the side.

Letting out a yelp, never more thankful the flooring of his tearoom was padded as his back smacked against the floor as he fell off the table. Bringing you with him, yelping with him, as the table rattled loudly, the tray under you went clattering down on the floor. His cock falling out of your heat only adds to the jolt. His blissful high ruined as he was forcibly snapped out of it. Blinking as his cheeks were as bright as they could be now before he started to laugh. Unable to restrain himself as laughter poured out.

His laughter cut through the second of silence that came after the crash. Blinking in surprise as you finally noticed the puddle of tea on the table and the floor from all the moving on the table in your vigorous play. Your brain needing a few seconds to catch up to the sudden fall as you looked down at him; The lingering afterglow coating your mind as you listen to his sudden burst of laughter. It caught you off guard. A surprised chuckle escaped you before I started laughing too. Joining him as you both grew amused by the ridiculousness of it all.

His giggling became more genuine, and his eyes finally cleared up as he glanced at the tea mess on the floor. If it weren’t the honeyed glaze coating his brain and the absolute enjoyment of you he’d be sent into a tizzy. He took a big breath before sighing, his laughter turning into dying out chuckles.

“Oh dear, this is why we shouldn’t partake in such acts of debauchery. It's simply not good for our health.”

Your hands slid along his chest, letting out a little whine as you can feel the consequences. The pain shooting up from your tailbone up and the emptiness without his dick stuffing you beautifully. The feeling of his cum dribbling down your thighs and getting on his stomach. Adding to the mess around you two. Nosing his red cheek as I shook my head, a few giggles slipping out.

“perhaps not having it on the table will be for the best”

“Tables will be off limits…until I make some adjustments.” Jervis muses with a grin before a small, disappointed frown washed over his face the consequences of your wildness began to take its toll on you.

His hands went to your back as he saw the little aches of you and it made him frown more. Rubbing your back in tiny little circles with his fingers. He was a responsible person after all. Even after such activities, he shouldn’t have been so greedy with you.

“Oh My dear Hare, are you alright? Are you feeling pain?” His eyebrows wrinkled together in worry.

You nodded, sighing as you sank against him, the mess can be handled after. “My tailbone hurts, must have banged it on the tray dish I was on.” You admit, utterly caught up in the bliss of it all, of him, to even notice but now with adrenaline running out of my system you could feel it. Cuddling close to him as you stroke his cheek.

Oh that displeased him greatly.

“oh bad- bad hatter.” He tuts, shaking his head as he scolds himself. Bad, bad bad.” As he says that each time he makes your hand slap his tear stained cheek, not too harshly but it left a small sting. You wanted to protest, not wanting him to slap himself but he was already moving on. Cuddling you up to him as he forced himself to sit up.

“Luckily I have all the ailments to your issues right here-“ Jervis reaches up for his hat, his marvellous top hat, but it finally struck him! it has fallen off! His eyes wide and a sharp panicked gasp left him.

“my hat! Oh! My hat! Where-? When-?!” His head whipped side to side to see if it landed with you two on the floor. His fingers tapped and searched the very top of his head as if the hat would somehow be found in his curls. “thief-! Theft! Oh I bet it was that blasted cat-!”

The man rants as he scrambles around, but still reluctant to move far from you, checking under the table cloth to find his hat. He needed his hat, it had everything – his hard work and love poured into it. He kept things tucked into the band on the inside. His precious gadget was attached to his hat. How could he ever face batman- his goons- the world without his hat!?

Knowing he was a sensitive man about his hat, you look around with him. Spotting his hat still on the table as you wobbled up, reaching over to and grabbed It. Another wince leaving you as you stretched out your back. Hastily, you placed it firmly back on his head. Making sure all the ribbons and accessories were placed on it were still tidy and didn’t get tea split on it.

“Oh there, there, see it’s like it was never gone.” You sooth, kissing both of his cheeks as you dust off some powdered sugar from the top of it. Keeping your face close to his as you did your best to give a reassuring smile. “No cat, it just fell off.”

Jervis exhaled in relief, his breathing steady again as he watched you reach over and grab his beloved hat. Your touch, sweet and gentle as you place it on Jervis’s head again. It’s as if he breathed better once it hit his head, he seemed less frantic with you there supporting him and his hat back in place. Jervis was still shaking a little, his heart pounding in his throat. You truly were a blessing in his miserable life. He knew you were different from the day he met you, when he stopped hypnotising you and you still obeyed him so happily. You were perfect. So utterly Perfect.

“Oh – my- thank you, oh- god..thank you..”

Now his hat was back, he whipped back to his usual demeanour. Smiling, kissing your nose before he pulls out a ibuprofen packet from the side of his hat, hidden behind some feathers as he lets out a ‘ta da!’.

“Now let’s get you feeling better…I think after all that I need to have another taste of my bunny to calm me down.” He giggled, a mischievous look growing back on his face, his hand stroking along your aching back as he grinned so wide.

[creaman]

Hello! Just want to say that I absolutely adore your designs for Jon, Edward, and Jervis! They're so detailed and extra. I love them sm. Up in the top two favorite designs. My favorite is definitely Jervis. Which is funny, because in just about every version he's my least favorite of the three. His design is just so fun and goofy and him. It's amazing. They all are.

Anyways that's it. Byeeee<33

Oh? Do you now? Well I’m glad you think so because now you’re getting

Design Notes — Riddler | Scarecrow | Hatter

I drafted up some rogue designs last year, actually. They’ve mostly evolved from those. Content warning for horrific old art.

The McGriddler — Ah, a grown man with the strength of a baby! I’ve actually had this… horrendous peacock concept in my brain since 2022, back when my Riddler design was a dirty blonde/brunette. I hated him. He had the costume, but not the flair. Not to mention the generic facial structure.

Luckily, New Riddler is now an ostentatiously dressed vain attention whore! Highly fashionable, extensive wardrobe (def designing more outfits for him) and a possible mid-life crisis arc where he just wears a bathrobe and wifebeater for a month straight.

And listen, I’m not much of a writer, but there are notes on his personality.

Not great ones, though.

And rather than his ambiguous forensics/science job, he now works in I.T. Or rather, worked in I.T. (fired for patronising tech support customers)

For Jon — He’s always had black eyes with orange ringed pupils (initially blue) from the fear toxins. Drafted him up in high school because I was coping.

I’ve always intended to give him multiple costume designs. With narrative purposes. He redesigns himself. Ofc he couldn’t be satisfied with one thing, no, he has winter, summer, Witch Doctor, stealth etc. costumes on the way.

The initial design was trying to do too much — Patches, stitches, belt straps, arm warmers, utility belts, boots. Clutter. (Does NOT help that I can hardly decipher my old sketches.)

So, we just remove the overtly slutty components from the main design—

—And put them in a seperate campier Scarecrow design that I use as a Halloween-sona.

Silly Crazy Zonka Wonka — I think I was looking at pics of the Depp Hatter for the old design, which. May explain some things.

Acute observation! They look nothing alike. So I’ve kept absolutely nothing from the initial design except for the choppy wavy hairstyle.

Completely different colour scheme. Subbed out the TF2 Ghastly Gibus for the Towering Pillar of Hats. (Because ofc The Hatter would have something from the funny Hat FPS, no?) Shorter. Feebler. Every sickness on the planet. Congratulations! Mercury poisoning.

The initial concept for the redesign was to have a sort of reversible coat with his Arkham outfit on one side, and Rogue outfit on the other. You can see I just opted for him to wear a combination of both.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

So apparently the ideas never stop!!

OHNO! The villainous 5 have been hit with Poison Ivy's love pheromones! And now they're super affectionate, lovey dovey and all that! When in public (being actual public, In front of their gangs, other villains, the batman/robins, and other big crime bosses they act cold, stoic, their usual persona) they are now like love a sick puppy, first love teenager, sappy giggling mess towards their s/o, and they don't know what to do. Who gets sees our love sick villains, and how do our heart eyed evil doers react to seeing the loves of their lives?😍😍😍 Who's giggling like a teenage girl?🥰🥰🥰 Writing their s/O's name with their last name?😚😚😚 Who is staring with their head in their hand while sighing with a goofy grin? 🥴🥴🥴Who has the picture with his marks all over it?😘😘😘 And all those sappy rom com scenarios lol. Have fun with this one, I think I have a part two in mind afterwards 😂😂😂😂

Ominous Heart Eyes

Ivy always does meddle in the most questionable ways.

Scarecrow: His mind was wandering as he twirled his pen through his fingers as he sat at his desk. You thought he was just giddy about his fear toxin. That wasn't the case. He wanted to be angry about Ivy but was too distracted by the thoughts of you. "Oh, (Y/N) Crane." He paused before his eyes gleamed. "Oh, I love the sound of that." You slow blinked before slowly turning to his henchmen. "...take him to arkham. Something is wrong." This wasn't the Jonathan Crane you knew... and it was freaking you out.

The Riddler: His head was in his hand with heart eyes. "Hi, sweetheart." He smiled at you adoringly. "Uh...hi?" You eyed him. "You're so pretty in that outfit today. You know you're always so beautiful, right?" You blinked a few times. Instinct told you to be polite and thank him, but you were so caught off guard that something else came out entirely. "...are you Clayface?" He chuckled. "You're so silly. Of course not." You paused. "You're not messing with me?" "Why would i do that?" He asked, leaning forward like he was actually interested in what you had to say...for once. You spoke up. "I've never been more terrified of you in my life."

Two-Face: Both seemed...hyper. "Uh...what are we doing?" You asked hesitantly. "As you're told." Harv' said and called. "Helen! Let me see your ring for a second!" Helen, the poor woman, approached. "Let (Y/N) try your ring on." She took it off, and he took Sarah's hand and tried to put the ring on. It was very close to a fit. "What size is this? What ring size are you?" Harvey asked. "L." Helen replied. "Why am I wearing Helen's ring?" You asked. "For a ring size." Harvey said. "You don't have to buy me a ring." You replied. "Of course I do, how can I propose without a ring? What do you take me for!?" Harvey exclaimed. "PROPOSE!?" You yelped. "Now I KNOW somethings not right-"

Black Mask: He had been staring at a picture of you he had framed on his desk all of a sudden. As in one day it wasnt there and the next day, it was there and you had no idea how he got that picture. He had been staring at it as his goons gave him an update on infiltration Maroni's territory but he made it clear he wasnt listening when he turned to you. "We should go." He said standing up. "But your-" You began but were cut off. "No buts...unless it's your ass. Get moving, we have more important things to deal with." He said steering you towards the door. "Such as?" You asked and he replied immediately. "Such as getting you in my bed."

Mad Hatter: He was acting weird...-er than usual. You imagined it wouldnt have mattered if Ivy meddled. Jervis in love was already rather obvious and out there. Suddenly, he lit up when you walked into the room. "You're not Alice!" At first you felt relief or even hope that his mental health was taking a turn. "Oh look, you're learning - no, adapting!" You smiled. Then you noticed something. "Jervis, is that my name on your wrist with a bunch of hearts around it?" He giggled and you frowned. "Wait, now you love me enough to bother writing my name on your wrist...but no other time?" It felt a little insulting actually. However, not enough to make a big deal out of. Nothing about jervis made sense most of the time. It just wasnt so good that Jervis was still giggling...amidst a crime scene swarming with the GCPD. "Jervis stop giggling at a crime scene-"

[knoepfl]

“Through the Looking Glass”

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter) – A deranged and lonely man obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, using mind control to twist others into playing roles in his delusions.

Reader (You) – A new obsession for Jervis. He sees you as his perfect "Alice" and will do anything to keep you by his side.

Trigger Warnings:

Obsession and mental manipulation

Kidnapping and mind control themes

Unreliable perception of reality

Masterlist

Words: 1063

The narrow streets of Gotham were shrouded in a thick mist, moonlight filtering weakly through the haze. You knew it was dangerous to wander alone at night, but something had compelled you to move through the darkness, as if pulled by invisible strings.

And then, you’d found him—or maybe he’d found you.

You woke up in a room draped with tattered silk and moth-eaten velvet, the air heavy with the scent of stale tea and dusty books. A single flickering lamp cast uneven shadows across the mismatched furniture, giving everything a distorted, dreamlike quality.

“Ah, my dear!” a familiar, singsong voice echoed from the doorway. “You’ve finally arrived. The long wait is over—at last, Alice is home.”

You blinked groggily, disoriented, your head pounding as you tried to sit up. Across the room stood a slender man dressed in a patchwork suit, his wide-brimmed top hat tilted at a jaunty angle. His pale face stretched into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“W-Where am I?” you whispered, glancing around.

Jervis Tetch clasped his hands together, a delighted laugh bubbling from his lips. “Where you’re supposed to be, my dear—right here, with me! The Mad Hatter and his Alice, just as it’s meant to be. Isn’t it wonderful?”

You frowned, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together how you ended up here. You remembered… nothing. Just foggy images—his voice, warm and inviting, guiding you through the night. And now you were here, wherever here was.

“Let me go,” you said, heart racing. “I don’t belong here.”

Jervis’s smile faltered for only a second before snapping back into place, though the cheer in his eyes flickered with something far more dangerous. “No, no, no, my dear… you mustn’t say such silly things. Of course you belong here—you’re my Alice. And every Alice needs her Wonderland!”

He stepped closer, movements light and graceful, as though he were gliding through a dream. “The real world is so… dreadful, don’t you think? But here, oh… here, we can play and dance and drink tea forever.”

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled beneath you. Jervis caught you before you could collapse, his hands strangely gentle. “Careful now,” he cooed, “you’ve had quite the journey. You must rest, my dear. There’s so much to do, so much to see—but first, you must adjust.”

His words sent a chill down your spine. “What did you do to me?”

Jervis tilted his head, as if pondering the question. “I only gave you what you needed. A way out, a way here. You see, the world is cruel, my sweet Alice. It breaks hearts, crushes dreams…” His voice dropped into a hushed whisper. “But not in Wonderland. Not here with me.”

You pulled back from him, your pulse thundering in your ears. “I’m not Alice. I don’t even know who you are!”

The corner of his mouth twitched, his expression twisting into something equal parts disappointment and frustration. “Ah, my dear… You’ve forgotten, haven’t you? But that’s quite all right. Memory can be such a troublesome thing. In time, it will come back.”

He crouched before you, tilting his head like a curious child. “You see, everyone needs a story, my dear. A role to play. And yours… oh, yours is the most important of all. You are Alice, and I—” He gave a grand, sweeping bow. “—am your humble Mad Hatter.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every instinct screaming at you to run, but your limbs refused to obey. A strange, hazy warmth clouded your mind, as though a part of you were slipping deeper into his web with every passing second.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered, his voice soft and hypnotic. “The more you resist, the more it hurts. Just let go… and fall through the looking glass.”

Jervis took your hand gently, guiding you toward a small, cluttered table set with chipped porcelain cups and mismatched saucers. The teapot in the center let off a trail of steam, filling the room with the scent of chamomile and madness.

“Sit, sit!” he urged, practically vibrating with excitement. “We must have tea—oh, yes! A very merry un-birthday to you!”

You sank into the chair without meaning to, as though your body responded to his commands without your permission.

He poured tea with a flourish, eyes gleaming with manic joy. “Ah, isn’t this perfect? Just as it should be. No more lonely nights. No more searching. We’re together now, and we’ll never be apart.”

You stared into the swirling tea, mind racing as you tried to break free of the strange fog dulling your thoughts. “Please… let me go.”

Jervis paused, teapot still in hand, his expression darkening like a sudden storm. “Let you go?” His voice was soft, almost hurt. Then, slowly, it twisted into a low, bitter laugh. “Oh, Alice… You still don’t understand, do you? You’re already gone.”

He reached out, tracing a finger along the rim of your cup. “There is no escape from Wonderland, my dear. No way out, no way back. This is where you belong. With me.”

His hand drifted to your cheek, caressing it with unsettling tenderness. “We’ll be so happy here. I’ll keep you safe, my sweet Alice. No one will ever hurt you again.”

Tears stung your eyes as you fought against the haze, struggling to remember who you were before this nightmare began. But the memories were slippery, fading like smoke through your fingers.

Jervis’s gaze softened, and for a brief, haunting moment, you saw something vulnerable in his eyes—something desperate and broken, clinging to the only fantasy that gave his fractured mind meaning.

“Don’t cry, my dear,” he whispered, leaning closer. “You’re home now. And I’ll take care of you… always.”

His voice was a lullaby, drawing you deeper into the dream. The room seemed to spin, the edges of reality unraveling like threads pulled from a tapestry.

“You’ll see,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “In time, you’ll forget all about that dreadful world. And then, my dear Alice…” His lips curled into a soft, dreamy smile. “We’ll be together, forever and ever.”

And as the world faded around you, slipping into a haze of tea parties and riddles, you realized—maybe you were already too far gone to wake up.

Because in his Wonderland, the Mad Hatter always got his Alice...

[mysteriousdoll]

I’ve been browsing through a LOT of @/voiceboss ‘ content and. :3 well I’ve gotten to a point where I read things in his voice. So may I offer the fine folks of the rogues fandom, silly silly incorrect quotes bc they’re so so funny to me :3

Jervis: Are you alright, March hare? Tough weekend?

Jon: I went to Metropolis with Edward. We went to the medical museum and witnessed several of Luthor’s plans bomb. I’ve never been happier.

-

Edward: You seem chipper today, Jon. Something good happen?

Jon: There was a small fire in my home. I lost several treasured possessions. I am deeply heartbroken.

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Jervis: Hello!

Jon: Can Harvey come out to play?

The Judge: NO. HARVEY IS BUSY.

Jon: Oh great. What with?

The Judge: HE SEEKS TO RID GOTHAM OF ALL CRIME SO THAT IT MAY BE KNOWN ONLY FOR PEACE. . . . OR. THAT IS WHAT I WOULD NOT BE DOING IF I WERE NOT SO BUSY WITH… DENTAL HYGIENE.

-

Harvey: I’m going to kill you. And then kill you again.

-

Joker: Why are your boobs so big?

Harvey: …they’re not boobs.

Joker: Do you have to wear a bra?

-

Jon: I am going to take this, and kill you both with it!!

Oswald: What the devil is going on here?!

Jon: These two dipshits paid a woman to ask me out!

Jervis: Well, it’s just that-

Edward: People are scared to talk to you!

Jon: That’s how I LIKE it!

-

Edward: Let me guess, you want something ridiculous, like a star map sewn into the suit. I can do it, but it’s going to cost you!

Jon: Ed. I am a practical man. What part of askin’ you t’ sew a star map would be practical?

Edward: Regardless it’s going to cost a bit-

Jon: No, seriously this is bothering me now. How would I navigate the stars if the map were printed on my ass?

Edward: I don’t know! You wouldn’t use it for that. Maybe you could get with some women from the observatory and ask them to star gaze, and they’d be all impressed because “oh hey it’s accurate!” Look, they’ll let it pass if they’re looking at your butt.

Jon: …you would think of that.

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Edward: Since you’re playing alone, you’ll be playing twice. Easy for you systems out there.

(Pre scarring) Harvey: How did he know I was a system.

(Theme music plays)

Harvey: I DID NOT TELL HIM THAT-

-

Jon: Hey, drink this coffee and tell me what it tastes like.

Edward: Mh… hazelnut?

Jon: I don’t know, I found it in the trash.

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

I wanted to draw him (again)

Now he's staring at my soul with a puppy dog's gaze

Oh and then there are silly doodles below :3

Before the Dr Robert (Dodo oc) gets him out and finds the keys for an hour of research:

Jervis Tetch: Why won't you... snuggle with me??

Dr Robert: Man shut up I have the keys

Someone told her to cuddle the bald bastard

Dr Robert: Okay...

Now she gets trapped

And she has a nose hemorrhage 🩸💀

[2-guns-b1tch]

I’ve got my eye on you, Valentine! 💘

Pairing: General!Scarecrow x F!Reader

I’m super late for Valentines Day (I’m on vacation cut me some slack) but o finally finished this. Some characters may feel a little bit ooc and the pacing may be a little fast, but I tried my best I hope you guys like this.

Rating : General Audience. A little bit of angst, but mostly fluff.

For most of his life, Jonathan hated Valentine's Day.

He remembered the time at school when the day finally came and all the kids were exchanging cards, but Jonathan only found his box empty. Worse were the few times when he actually received a letter and there was that temporary feeling of happiness, only to later discover that it was all a cruel joke from his classmates.

Who in their right mind would have a crush on Jonathan Crane? The lanky, weird boy who always wore patched clothes and had his face buried in books.

Over the years, the date stopped being terrifying and became just annoying. Jonathan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he noticed that stores hanging up the pink and red decorations, how couples seemed even more clingy in public and the chubby image of the Cupid with his little bow was everywhere he looked.

Deep down, there was still that disappointment, the loneliness that seemed to follow him wherever he went, but he tried to cover up any silly feelings with his work and studies. He didn't have time for romance. He didn't need the chocolates or teddy bears or stupid cards.

And that was why Jonathan felt in a bad mood today.

"Valentine's Day. February 14th. Day to celebrate the martyr Saint Valentin.” Calendar Man whispers to himself as the Arkham staff handed out colored paper and blunt scissors to the patients.

For some reason they thought it was a constructive activity to make Valentine's Day cards. Nonsense. Nobody was interested in this stupid holiday. Well, except Harley who seemed to squirm in her seat with excitement.

Jonathan stares at you from across the room. You looked concentrated, your tongue tucked between your lips as you took the red paper and cut it into the shape of a heart. Your eyes meet for a second and you smile sweetly at him before Jonathan looks away.

You were a relatively new piece in Gotham's criminal world, but you had already done enough noise to be sent to Arkham by the Batman.

You and Jonathan got along well, you could even say you were friends, but nothing more than that. You seemed to actually pay attention to his lectures about fear and the human brain and he liked listening to you talk as well.

Maybe he could do something for you. You were kind after all. And funny, your laugh never failed to bring a smile to his lips. And smart. And beautiful. And…

Jonathan shakes his head. God, the doctors were right about him finally going crazy. You would never accept anything he gave you. Jonathan had always been the weird kid and that hadn't changed.

“Out of ideas, Jon?” Edward asks as he spies over Jonathan’s shoulder.

“No,” he says without looking at him. "I won’t do anything."

“Oh my friend, don’t be so grumpy,” Tetch says, cutting out several paper bunnies holding hands. “Would you like us to make a card for you?”

“No,” he says again, crossing his arms. “I don’t want anything from either of you.”

Edward follows his vision to you, a mischievous grin on his face. “Let me guess, you’re embarrassed to send her a Valentine’s card, aren’t you?”

Jonathan feels like he was back to his school days. Not exactly, since he didn't have any friends back then, but Edward was like an annoying friend pressuring Jonathan to confess to his crush.

“Don't say nonsense, Edward. I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Edward throws his head back in laughter. "Don’t be shy. You can tell us if you have a crush on someone. After all, we are your best friends, right, Jervis?”

Jervis at the moment seemed more interested in the paper hat he was making, so Edward decides not to wait for his answer.

“Come on, I can even help you,” Edward says, nudging him with his elbow. “Ok, write this down: What is a vampire’s sweetheart called? A ghoul-friend!”

Jonathan roll his eyes instantly. “That was terrible.”

“Trust me, women love riddles.” He winks, brushing his hair back.

“I won't take relationship advice from you, Edward.”

"What do you have to lose?"

“Let’s see…” he adjusts his glasses before starting to count on his fingers. “My dignity, my time, my patience…”

“You complicate things too much. Don’t tell me you’re scared.” The look Edward gives him is challenging, a smirk on his lips.

Jonathan opens his mouth to defend himself. Fear? He was the master of fear! He was the bogeyman that hid in the shadows. The nightmare of Gotham's citizens. But any complaints died on his tongue.

He stares at Edward full of venom before speaking again. “Pass me the damn crayon.”

Edward grabs a red crayon and hands it to Jonathan, still smiling smugly.

Jonathan curses under his breath as she folds a light pink sheet in half. The crayon stays in the air for a few seconds until he finds the right words and starts writing.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, from your friend Jonathan Crane.” He writes simply in his impeccable handwriting.

"Done. Satisfied?" He lifts the card into the air, showing it to Edward.

Edward wrinkles his nose. “This is so boring! It doesn’t even have hearts!”

“You're crossing the line, Edward.”

“Actually, he is right.” Tetch says in a moment of sudden clarity. “It’s a Valentine’s Day card, it should have lots and lots of hearts like mine!”

Tetch shows his card full of collages and details dedicated to his beloved and unreachable Alice.

Jonathan rolls his eyes again and sighs in defeat. He decides to add a small heart in the corner of the page, discreet enough that you might not notice it.

“Good enough,” Edward pats his shoulder before leaning back against his chair, looking pleased with himself.

The rational decision would be to throw the card away, but something about it stops Jonathan from doing so. Another dark part of him has the desire to add more details. Spilling out all his feelings and secrets until every corner of the paper was filled with sweet, silly things. But he holds back, clutching the crayon in his hand.

When the time runs out and the cards start to be handed out, his chest tightens.

Edward and Tetch were kind enough to hand Jonathan cards, although Tetch wrote nonsensical rhymes and Edward’s had a riddle that he answered before Jonathan could finish reading.

Even if Jonathan didn't want to admit it, he was grateful for them. Edward and Jervis could be difficult and annoying, but they were the closest thing he had to friends. It was an unlikely partnership, but it worked. Sometimes.

The two of you are the last people in the room when you get up and start walking towards him. It's at this moment that Jonathan realizes how fast his heart is beating inside his chest. How sweaty his hands are and how dry his throat is. He knows these symptoms very well. Fear. He was afraid.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Crane.” Your tone is light, but the way you say “doctor” sends a shiver down Jonathan’s spine. He swallows hard, giving a small nod.

"Evening."

"What you got there?" You ask.

Jonathan fumbles for a second before realizing you're referring to the cards in his hand.

“Oh, Edward and Jervis did this for me.” He feels heat rise to his face. Was he actually blushing?

"Can I see?"

Jonathan doesn't answer, just hands you the cards. Your lips stretch into a smile as you read what Jervis and Edward wrote.

“I didn’t know these two could be so cute.” Your gaze turns to him again. “They must really like you.”

“Don't be fooled. They can be truly horrible when they want to.” Jonathan says in a somewhat playful tone and you chuckle.

“And from who it is this last one?” You gesture your head towards the card in his hand.

He squeezes the paper even tighter between his fingers. He could just lie. Forget about this silly Valentine's Day idea and tear that damn card into little pieces.

But the way you look at him, full of expectation, makes Jonathan's heart melt inside his chest.

“Well, it’s… for you.”

“Oh, good, because I made one for you too.”

He stares at you dumbfounded for a few seconds in silence.

"Really?" It's stupid, but he can't help but ask. He feels like a kid again, like at any moment the curtain will fall and everyone will laugh at him for believing anyone could ever like poor Jonathan.

“Of course it’s for you, silly. Who else would it be for?” You wink at him, handing him the card.

Jonathan takes it with trembling fingers, handing his to you as well. The paper feels like it will disappear from his hands at any moment, but it is so real, so tangible.

You glued some big and small hearts on the front with “Happy Valentine’s Day” written on the bottom in red ink. He rubs his thumb over your handwriting, trying to savor every detail. When he finally opens the card an unconscious smile spreads across his face. You had made a simple drawing of a crow holding an eye in it’s beak and on the side it said “I’ve got my eye on you, Valentine.”

"Did you like it?" Your voice pulls him back to reality.

“I… Yes, of course.” He clears his throat, trying to compose himself. “But I’m afraid mine isn’t as good as yours.”

And then he notices the way you are holding the card, pressed against your chest like something valuable.

"I loved it. Seriously. But I think you forgot a little something.”

“Sorry for the lack of details. I don’t have much practice with this.”

You shake your head, chuckling softly. "It's not that. You forgot to ask me if I want to be your Valentine.”

He waits for the the joke to sink in and for the moment you brush him off with a laugh, but you don’t stop staring at him with a serious expression.

He hates it. He hates it how exposed he feels. How bare his is before you. He hates even more how he hopes this not some kind of joke afte all.

“Stop playing with me.” He almost sounds like he's begging.

"This isn’t a joke."

"You can’t be serious."

You cross your arms, frowning your eyebrows at him. "Why not? Why is it so hard to believe that I want this?

“Oh, please. This is ridiculous. Is this some kind of prank? I have been the target of this kind of joke before and belive me when I say they aren’t funny.”

“Oh my God! You’re can be so dense sometimes!” You sigh in frustration, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Well, if you're not going to ask me, then I will. Jonathan Crane would you like to be my Valentine?”

If he was blushing before, now his face is burning hot. His brain is a mess of emotions, but it’s unable to actually form any coherent words. He can’t even remember the last time he was speechless.

You’re staring at him and he knows he needs to say something. Anything! Jonathan could never forgive himself if he ever let you go without knowing how much you matter to him. So he decides to do the only thing he is capable of.

He approaches you slowly so as not to startle you, his eyes searching for any indication of discomfort, but you dont move a muscle. He leans towards you and when he's sure you want this, he presses his lips against your cheek.

The kiss is shy and quick, barely brushing your skin, but when Jonathan pulls away you're staring at him as if he'd placed the stars in the sky.

“Yes,” He finally manages to say, “I would like to be your valentine.”

Before you can say anything, a guard appears in the room, interrupting your intimate moment.

“What are you two still doing here? You should be in group therapy. Come on, move before you get in trouble!" The guard orders.

In any other situation Jonathan would be annoyed, but now he just does what the guard says, pulling you out of the room with him.

The two of you sit silently side by side on the chairs positioned in a circle with the other patients. Jonathan knows someone is babbling something in the background, but all he can focus on right now is how your knee is touching his.

Jonathan catches you staring at him, your lips stretched into the sweetest smile he's ever seen and he can't help but smile too.

This may be the best Valentine’s Day he had in a long time.

[nyhti]

Brief and incomplete headcanons about Jonathan and Jervis

Okay, so, yeah. Like I said, there's a whole essay's worth of background info missing here, because it was too long and convoluted, so I've had to simplify things A LOT. Not everything will make sense without all that lost context, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

-So right off the bat, this is the spot where you'd really need all that background info, but here's a very very brief and dumbed down explanation for what was going on with Jonathan before he ever talked to Jervis: A. Jonathan didn't want to talk to people, because they might bully him. B. He still wanted friends. C. Out of everyone at Arkham, Jervis seemed the least likely to be a bully.

-And for Jervis it's: A. He had friends in the past, but lost them after becoming the Mad Hatter. B. Even when he was just Jervis and not a criminal, those friends were hard to come by so... C. He didn't think he'd have another friend again.

- At Arkham Jonathan starts to observe Jervis from a far to try and see if he's niceys or meanies. He sees that Jervis never acts in a threatening manner. Really, he's very polite and seems to avoid conflict. And not even Jonathan, who could be blown away by the slightest summer breeze, could find Jervis psychically intimidating. Jervis is 2/3 his size and clearly not fit. The fact that Jervis is conventionally unattractive also makes Jonathan feel more at ease. He feels Jervis might not judge him for his appearance, because Jervis must have faced struggles in his life due to his small size. He feels Jervis could understand him. And if all that wasn't enough, Jervis spends just as much time in the library as Jonathan and we all know how important books are to Jonathan.

-Jonathan gathers courage for weeks before he actually manages to start a conversation with Jervis. I think Jervis doesn't immediately understand why Jonathan is trying to talk to him. I think in relationships in the past he has always been the one to approach people, because people don't tend to approach him. No one's looked at him and thought: ”Oh, I'd like to get to know this guy!” No, he's always been the one to do the initiate. That's why he doesn't even know what to feel when he finally realizes Jonathan is trying to befriend him, that Jonathan looked at him and thought: ”Oh, I'd like to get to know this guy!”

-Their first conversations are very awkward. Jonathan is very behind on social skills due to being isolated as a child and while Jervis is a little better, he's not exactly great either. Lots of awkward silences, lots of stuttering, lots of blushing, lots of saying the wrong things. None of that really matters though, because they are both very excited to have someone to talk to. Jervis is the second friend Jonathan has ever had in his life and Jervis, like I said, never thought he'd have friends again.

-They both put a lot of work into this relationship. It's not something that just started one day and has been great ever since. No, there have definitely been some ups and downs. I don't feel like writing about any particular incidents, because that would take too long, but I think that you can understand that two people with very little regard for the well being of others might end up hurting each other as well. The only reason that they are best friends now, is that they both wanted this to work, they both wanted a friend and they were willing to put in the work to reach that goal.

-And through all their struggles they have somehow managed to build so much trust, that they are able to talk about even very painful things. They are able to open up about things they have never felt safe to open up about before. It's very healing.

-Jervis might seem childish at first, but at least in my verse, he's one of the most mature rogues. The apparent childishness is really just him not being afraid to be a little silly and also sometimes a guise to fool people. He's a lot more self-aware and intelligent than people assume. It's that maturity that attracts Jonathan. Talking with people like Joker and Eddie can sometimes feel like talking to toddlers with behavioral issues, so it's very relaxing for Jonathan to sit down with Jervis and really talk like an adult to another adult. There isn't a topic they can't discuss in civil terms. They can just sit and talk all night long and that is something they both enjoy.

-Both are well read and both appreciate that in each other. They both have a thirst for knowledge and learn a lot from one another. They definitely have a book club of sorts where they read a book and then meet at either Jervis' place or the Arkham library to discuss it.

-Jervis helps Jonathan out a lot in his financial struggles. Jonathan is always welcome at Jervis' if he doesn't have a roof over his head. Jervis will also pay him for helping out with gadgets and capers, but Jonathan is not particularly found of this type of work. Either he's breaking his back lifting heavy equipment for Jervis or he's breaking his mind being the test subject for his mind control headbands. Jervis pays well though and cooks for him too.

I think what I find appealing about this relationship is the maturity of it. A lot of friendships between rogues will make me feel like I'm reading about 9-year-olds, not 40-somethings, what with the near constant drama and friendship breakups. I like how chill Jon and Jerv are in comparison (at least in my verse). Though, I suppose that that's the exact reason I don't do a lot with this relationship and why it's so underdeveloped in my verse – nothing much happens in it. There isn't much to write about. They're just having tea and talking about literature.

[finniestoncrane]

Difficulty Settings

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Your tea sat beside you, cooling to an unpalatable temperature, waiting on you to remember about it. But you wouldn’t. And Jervis was aware of this, mildly irritated by it, as he had been the three other cups you had requested and never drank.

“Another cup forgotten, Hare. I’ll start to leave all mugs as a reminder.”

You nodded, vaguely aware that he had said something, but closing in on the end of the game you were entirely absorbed in, enticed by the prospect of completion, the lure of unlocking the next chapter finally.

“Uh huh, sure.”

Jervis tutted, his facial features screwing up to one point on his face before he collected your mug and wandered to the kitchen. He spoke to himself as he rinsed out the cup, loud enough that you would be able to hear had you been paying attention.

“They just don’t seem to be aware of anything beyond that little world there… My poor dear, trapped in another…”

Realising that he was verging on hypocritical, an idea flashed across his mind. If he didn’t have you to pull him back to reality occasionally, and had he not enjoyed reality so much more with you to share it with, he might himself be far too engrossed in his own preferred world, his safe haven. So perhaps, you could be drawn from your own with the same lure that worked for him so often.

He approached you from behind, leaning his chin on the ack of the sofa, stepping on his tip toes still to reach over it, fingers stroking your hair absentmindedly as he spoke.

“Sweet, sweet Hare. You’re stuck in there! I fear that you might need rescuing.”

“Uh huh.”

Jervis’ brows furrowed, nose twitching as he grumbled, refocusing his attentions and efforts.

“Perhaps, your sweet Hatter can pull you from the world in which you are trapped. Perhaps there are things out here that are far more satisfying.”

Leaning further over, his legs kicking out in the air as he balanced on the sofa’s back, he kissed at your ear, letting his teeth graze over before he moved to your neck. Distracted by his sweet affections, you paused the game and put the controller down. Noticing this, Jervis stopped kissing and flopped back onto his feet, giddy and smug as he skipped round to stand in front of you, between you and the screen.

“Oh good! You’ve seen sense! I had missed you, awfully so.”

“Do you need something, Jervis? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

His face dropped as he realised he hadn’t quite won you over completely yet.

“I have to confess, as silly as it may be, that I miss you. Please pay attention to me.”

There was a pang of guilt as you realised you had spent all day focused on your game, but it pulled at your attention still, the prospect of defeating this boss, one last battle before you could finally get to the end, completing the game this evening, avoiding spoilers from those friends who might get to finish it before you.

“One last level, Jervis, and then I’ll be yours completely… for a little while… before I start the next chapter…”

“Not good enough, I won’t wait anymore.”

Jervis folded his arms, crossed in front of his chest, with a loud huff. His pout, exaggerated to the point of looking cartoonish, made you giggle. He looked cheerful, although annoyed at himself for not maintaining his façade, at the sound, pleased that he had finally brought your focus to him, that you were once again his, if even briefly.

“What if you don’t beat it first time. What then? Am I to wait forever?”

“Well…”

“How about another challenge, since they seem to grab your focus?”

Intrigued by the way his smile curled up mischievously at the corner of his mouth, shifting his cheeks up into his eyes, you leaned forward.

“What did you have in mind?”

“If I can break your focus before you beat your own personal jabberwock, then you must concede yourself to me for the rest of the evening.”

“And how do you intend to break my focus?”

Jervis’ eyes sparkled as he grinned.

“No rules, my sweet rabbit. I can do as I please, your attention… I must have it.”

“How will you know that you’ve successfully got me to stop?”

“When you’re calling out my name with your hands holding mine. That’s when you’ll know that you’ve fallen in line.”

He reached a hand out, begging you to shake it, to seal the deal. And you did, gleefully.

“You’re on.”

“Perfect.”

You collected the controller up and resumed your game, focused on the screen, only vaguely aware of Jervis in your peripheral as he fell to his knees and shuffled closer to your legs. Palms on your knees, he pushed your legs apart, hands caressing up your thighs towards the edge of the shorts you wore, teasing at the hems as he pulled them down, sliding them past your knees, down to your ankles, off completely.

Face to face with your exposed sex, aroused at the notion of conquering you, Jervis whimpered. His soft hair fell against your thighs as he threw himself into you, nose pressed against you as he buried his face in, cheeks warming against the flesh of your thighs, mouth opening lightly as he moaned in pleasure, the scent of you enough to have his pants tenting before he had even tasted you.

Where usually he would have relaxed you into his ministrations, gently easing himself up from sweet nibbles and tender kisses to the application of his tongue, flat and slow against your lips, he dove, tongue first into your cunt, lapping at you quick and slick. You tensed against him, thighs clenching, holding his head in place but maintaining your focus.

Only when Jervis brought two fingers up to you, parting your lips to give his tongue easier access, did you let go of your first moan, a sound that only encouraged him. With his own satisfied sounds of pleasure vibrating against you, he enclosed his lips around as much of you as he could, sucking at you, collecting what slick he had conjured on his tongue, swallowing gratefully for the taste of you, everything you were willing to give him.

Displeased, however, that you were still clutching onto the controller, still managing to maintain at least some semblance of focus on the screen, he let go of your clit, which he held softly, carefully, between his teeth, and drew back from you. Ensured though that you were not a lost cause by the pitiful, mewling whine you made when his contact was gone. You were disappointed, almost, that he had given up so quickly, but your excitement was instantly built up again as he shifted to beside you, gently pushing you to the edge of the seat, onto your knees on the floor, elbows on the coffee table, hands still on the controller and eyes still on the screen.

On his knees behind you, Jervis let his hand fall between your legs, collecting your slick, his saliva, spreading it over you. You could hear him muttering behind you, aware of his hands cupping your cheeks and spreading them apart.

“…down the rabbit hole…”

As he stared at your body, bent over in front of him, for him, Jervis removed his pants, cock bobbing free of his underwear. He gripped it in his palm, stroking it as he smoothed over your skin, letting his fingertips press into the flesh lightly, his fingernails scratching, although more like tickling, as he traced over the shape of you.

Practically drooling, enthusiastically planning in his mind everything he wanted to do to you, or intended to do to you, he watched quietly as you waited patiently for him. The way you looked poised and ready, open, submissive in the way you had positioned yourself just for him.

“Perhaps…” he thought to himself, “…I could get used to this.”

He positioned his flushed head against you, the stiffness of his cock already evident to you just from the pressure he placed as he eased the tip in. You felt yourself tightening, clenching around him, the sensation of him filling you slowly only serving as a cruel tease.

Pushing yourself backwards, you took him in to the hilt, pulling a throaty grunt from him as your rear made contact with his abdomen. The soft tuft of light hair tickling against your skin as he held you tight, kept you close against him, his cock twitching inside of you, rubbing against the exact right spot that had you trembling, losing focus, losing your grip on the controller.

His desire to feel you, warm and completely, shifted his own attentions briefly to removing the remaining clothes, his body now completely exposed to the room, skin available to be touched, to rub against you, to be marked with your scent.

Jervis leaned forward, his chest against your back, mouth agape as he languidly kissed at your shoulder, his tongue tasting your skin, running over it as he kissed, sloppily, messily. His hands moved around to your front, running across your chest, resting on your stomach as he pulled you into him, feeling you on as much of his body as possible.

Finally deigning to provide you with the relief of the tension as he sat inside of you, Jervis started working to a steady pace, thrusting inside of you, your body shifting under him against the surface, biting your lip to hold in your squeals and moans of pleasure at the sensation of him. He rutted into you, steadily, passionately, mouth hungrily nipping at the skin on your shoulder as he gripped your skin in his small but strong hands.

“Please… please…”

You weren’t sure what he was pleading for, but you couldn’t ignore it. You dropped the controller, not bothering to pause the game. You gripped the edge of the table, knuckles fight with the tension, holding yourself still as Jervis bucked his hips forward, trying to let him get deeper into you, desperate for him.

“Anything, Jervis… anything…”

You reached behind you, one of your hands holding his. As he worked himself into you, you whispered his name under your breath, growing louder, interspersed with pleasured moans as you felt him, powerful, jutting into you. With one final yell, you screamed out, waves of pleasure flooding through you, your own cum coating his dick as he kept pumping it into you.

In response, he picked up the pace, his volume rising as he groaned, mouth open wide, chest heaving, breath shuddering as he worked his orgasm out of you both. Deep within you, he clenched, a final few twitches of his cock as you felt his load, thick and warm, filling you, and dripping out over your thighs as he removed himself.

Jervis fell back onto his heels, seed still seeping from his reddened cock and onto the floor as he gasped, trying to catch his breath desperately. You leaned back, resting yourself against his chest and looking up into his eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held your hands in his.

“Ok, you have my attention, Jervis. What do you plan on doing with it?”

He stopped for a moment, reflecting on the fact that what he wanted before, he had already had it. But he hadn’t had his fill of you just yet. He took your hand, leading you back onto the sofa. He lay down beside you, resting his head in your lap. You took his cheek in your hand, the other one stroking through his hair.

“I wanted you, just you, sweet Hare.”

He placed his palm over the back of your hand, pressing it tighter to his cheek. Satisfied, but not smugly so, he hummed a soft tune as he settled in, getting comfy against you. As you soothed him under your touch, he recited his stories to you, his words growing softer as he grew comfortable once again just laying in the silence with you, your eyes on each other. Appreciative of your full attention.

[pompous-puffed-up-penguin]

BTAS!Mad Hatter x Fem!Reader

You’re not really sure how you should approach your first time in bed with someone. But Jervis knows how to make you comfortable.

AN: I have to post this on mobile because my laptop decided it doesn’t want to cooperate. But here, I needed to write something with Jervis because I’ve accidentally fallen in love with him, haha oops

Word count: ~2000

CW: First time, Fingering, Erotic reading of poetry

It’s not that you didn’t want to take the next step with Jervis. On the contrary, now that the two of you had been an item for a few weeks, you were excited at the thought of taking this relationship to a more physical place. And you were sure that if you brought it up, he would be in bed with you before you could finish your proposal.

But as you watch your boyfriend and partner in crime mend one of his mind-control cards, you find yourself too anxious to make the first move. Even though it’s always mesmerizing watching his nimble fingers work, you find yourself fidgeting at the hem of your shirt as you try to find the words. It doesn’t help that you didn’t have any experience to begin with. No matter what you think, you worry that it would come off as too desperate.

“Something on your mind, dear hare?” Jervis’s voice knocks you out of your thoughts and you look over, meeting his blue eyes. Suddenly feeling self conscious, you quickly switch your gaze to the card in his hands, claiming something about faulty wiring.

Evidently not satisfied with that answer, Jervis puts the card down with a sigh. “You worry me when you lie. What’s the matter? If it’s about the plan tomorrow, I’m more than happy to go through it once more.”

No, it’s not that, you assure him, you understand everything about his latest scheme. It’s just, well, you really don’t know how to ask this. You’re thinking it might be impossible.

With a smirk, Jervis grabs your hand, gently stroking your palm with his thumb. “Was this one of the six impossible things you thought of this morning?”

You can’t help but laugh, remembering your daily thought exercise with him. Still, you find it hard to relax enough to actually bring it up. Finally, you take a deep breath. He loves you, right?

A quiet laugh slips out of him. “You must be going mad if you feel the need to ask such a silly question.”

Then…Ugh, why can’t this be easy? It’s such a stupid way of asking but…

“Oh, pish posh. Just say what’s on your mind, my dear.”

Well…you gulp before letting the words spill out.

Taken slightly aback, Jervis blinks as he processes your question. “Would we…” As a faint blush rises to his cheek, he gives an amused chuckle as his grip on your hand tightens. “Oh, to bed with a sweet thing like you would be an honor! Why would you hesitate to ask?”

You look downwards, embarrassed as you find the words. You really don’t want him to be disappointed in you, especially as tears threaten to prick at your eyes.

However, Jervis quickly puts the pieces together, and his tone shifts from excitement to something more tender. Gently, he cups a hand on your cheek to comfort you. “Oh, my poor, sweet hare…” He leans forward and kisses your forehead. There was always something about his kisses that calmed you, and he knew it. “If you’re afraid, we don’t have to-“

No, you interrupt. You want to, you really do! It’s just that you don’t want to disappoint him if you don’t do well.

“Hush now,” he says with a scowl. “The only way you could disappoint me is if you put mustard in your tea. Now would you ever do something as ridiculous as that?”

You laugh, feeling the tension fade away as you feign disgust.

“Hm, I didn’t think you would. You’re much too clever to do that.” Jervis’s smile returns as he kisses your forehead again before moving onto your cheek. Finally, as the final giggles escape from you, he kisses your lips, and you relax into it as you return it. Again and again, you trade kisses, finding yourself unable to stop and closing your eyes to sink yourself into each of them. Jervis’s hand sneaking down to your waist doesn’t help, and his blissful sighs spur you on. As you begin to warm up, you muster up the courage to take a step forward and lick at his lips, wordlessly asking for entry. Though he stalls for a moment, he lets you in, and the lingering taste of peppermint falls on your tongue from his. You squeeze your thighs together, aware of the tingling sensation beginning to grow, and gasp as Jervis pulls away, forced out of your dreamy state. You open your eyes, seeing him looking over you, grinning as his hand lowers to your thigh.

“Perhaps we should continue this somewhere more comfortable.”

He’s not worried about his cards?

“A distraction such as you is much too tempting, dear hare. I’m afraid I will not be able to concentrate for much longer.” He grabs your hand, helping you stand up as he flashes a soft smile. “Will you? Won’t you?”

You nod, letting him lead you down the hall to the bedroom. But no matter how much you try to keep yourself calm, your heart pounds, threatening to burst out of your chest. Now that you’ve gotten this far, second thoughts begin to plague you. You don’t doubt Jervis will be good to you, but-

As you step through the door, a hand tilts your chin upwards to look at him. Jervis looks over you, admiring you as his hand slides down to the buttons on your shirt. “May I?”

The heat in your cheeks rise to a fever pitch as you almost forget to answer. But you give him permission, even adding a ‘please’.

Jervis laughs as he unbuttons your shirt with quick motions, setting your heart fluttering. “You mustn’t be so polite. No need for that here.” As he pulls away the last button, his hands linger on your waist, slowly moving up to your chest and to your shoulders. “Gorgeous…” He seems to study every inch of you, etching your image into his mind as you look towards his chest. Noticing your gaze, he smiles, taking his hands away. “Ah. I’ve almost forgotten myself.”

But before he can start undressing, you reach over, looking up at him as you make your request.

Again, he smiles, melting your nerves as he puts his hands down and sits on the bed. “Go right ahead.”

Right, here you go. Doing your best to keep your hands steady, you unbutton his shirt, though your movements are clumsy compared to Jervis’s. Afterwards, you place your hands on his shoulders as he lets the sleeves fall down his arms. For the next step, after taking off your jeans (which Jervis watches intently), you get up on top of him, straddling him as you kiss him once more, traveling down to his neck. You hear him sigh again, and he brings his hand up, letting his fingers snake through your hair as you pepper him with affection.

“Oh, what a pretty thing you are,” he mumbles in your ear as you feel a slight tugging at the back of your bra. “But if you will allow me, I would love to see even more of you.”

You take a deep breath as you reach back, unhooking the strap, and the way his eyes brighten when you let your bra fall from your shoulders sends a heatwave from your throat down to your lower stomach. Jervis brings his hands up, brushing his fingertips over your nipples. Even this small sensation makes your breath catch in your throat, especially as your groin tingles. Jervis seems to notice your arousal, as he giggles and kisses your left breast.

“Poor hare. We’ve barely started and you’re trembling.” His lips hover your nipple, and with the tip of his tongue, trails lazy circles over it. His other hand massages your right breast, occasionally pinching the nipple there, and it becomes increasingly harder to keep your breathing in check. You risk a glance downwards, and notice his sapphire eyes looking up at you admiringly. You swear you see the edge of a grin as he closes his eyes, pressing his lips and tongue harder into you. A gasp escapes you, and the tingling in your sex becomes too difficult to ignore. As if they had a mind of their own, your hips begin to move, finding delicious friction along Jervis’s thigh. It’s not ideal, but this bit of stimulation draws whimpers from you as sparks of pleasure course through your nerves.

Jervis pauses, releasing his grip on you and looking back up to you, watching you squirm in his lap with amusement. “Would you like a little more?”

You only nod, not trusting yourself to speak without sounding like a whimpering animal.

There’s a slight tugging at your parties now. “You could always have more. If you’re willing, of course.”

You gulp, knowing what’s going to come next. But Jervis sees the hesitation in your eyes and leans back, keeping his hands behind him. “Take your time. We have as much of it as you need.”

As you lay down on the bed, hesitation spreads to your fingers. Maybe he should be the one to do the honors, you suggest.

“Oh my…” But Jervis seems distracted at the moment. He looks you over, every inch of you, with such intensity, as if memorizing every detail of your body. You might as well be wearing a label reading “Eat me” somewhere. With rosy cheeks, you notice for the first time his arousal, which becomes even more apparent as he unbuckles his belt. “Marvelous,” he mumbles, throwing his pants aside without any of his usual grace. “Magnificent, momentous, mouthwatering.”

Despite his mad muttering, he doesn’t jump on top of you right away. Jervis takes his time at first, slowly approaching you and hooking a thumb underneath your panties. As soon as they were off, seeing you completely naked on his bed must have triggered something in him. But ever the gentleman, Jervis leans toward your ear. “Could I, ah…feel you?”

You nod, your legs opening for him as if on command, surprising yourself on how readily you welcome him. But you make him promise to be gentle.

“As sure as ferrets are ferrets.”

And he was off. As his fingers brush against your clit, stroking and massaging, the pressure in your core builds as you lose control of your voice. Your back arches as you bring your wrist to your mouth in an attempt to muffle yourself. As you reach the edge of stimulation, your wrist is taken away and pinned to your side.

“Please don’t.” Jervis whispers, nibbling at your ear lobe. “Let me hear you, little hare. Your melodious moans.” With your entrance soaking wet, he ever so slowly slips a finger inside, and like a rubber band, the pressure makes you snap as your first orgasm courses through you in waves.

Fuck, you just came in front of someone. No, not just someone. The Mad Hatter himself was the first person to give you an orgasm. And so easily, too. You don’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed.

Mercifully, Jervis gives you a few seconds to collect yourself before continuing. You’ve fingered yourself before, but having someone else explore you was a different level. You don’t know how he’s doing it, but the way he curls his finger upwards makes the pressure build again. In between whines and whimpers, you find yourself calling his name, wanting more of the pleasant burn his touch leaves.

“He took his vorpal sword in hand,” you hear him mutter to himself, pacing himself. “Long time the manxome foe he sought.” Slowly, he adds another finger. With your walls spreading farther than you’ve experience before, the subtle pain is not unwelcome, but too strange to put to words. But as he continues reciting, Jervis notices your demeanor and slows down, giving you more time to settle into these feelings. “And, as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame…”

Again, it builds. More and more, it makes your toes curl as you shake in Jervis’s embrace. “One, two…One, two…” Calling his name spurs him on, and again, the rubber band snaps. As you come on his fingers, covering them in your slick, he finally pulls them out, kissing you and muffling your breaths.

“Would you like more?”

Yes. Oh God, yes, you’re ready for the main event.

Jervis practically rips off his shorts, and as soon as you see his erection stand to attention, something primitive wakes in your mind. The thought of him taking you, owning you, claiming your first time, it makes your libido flare like a volcano. He takes your legs, rests them on his shoulders, and readjusts so the head of his cock teases at your entrance.

“I know it will be…difficult,” he says, “but please try to relax.”

Ever so slowly, he begins his descent, and you bring his arms around him in an embrace as your walls spread apart for him. Fire courses through your nerves, and you feel every muscle in your sex tremble as Jervis reaches further than you felt before. You lean into his shoulder, muffling your voice as he rests inside you, groaning as you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Are you alright?”

You need a few seconds to collect yourself, but eventually, you give him permission to continue. He obliges, rocking his hips at a leisurely pace. His sighs and gasps in your ear make you shudder, adding to all the sensations he’s giving you.

“‘Tis the voice of the Lobster,” you hear him recite again, “I heard him declare…” His voice vibrates through your brain, his poem laced with occasional moans and gasps. You wrap your legs around his hips, spurring him on to quicken the pace.

The friction inside you brings you to the edge, and even as you coat Jervis in your orgasm, he continues, embracing you. “When the sands are all dry, he…” he stammers, “he is gay as a lark…” The sound of his hips falling onto yours fills the room. “And will talk in contemptuous…tones of the Shark…”

You have to admit that his concentration when reciting is impressive. But you have no time to rest as your core heats up again. Jervis continues, but the stuttering in his voice becomes noticeable as he reaches his peak. “I-I passed by the garden, and marked, with…with one eye.” And you’re suddenly pulled close to him as he begins to slam into you, muttering into your ear. “How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie…” You reach the edge again, and you can’t help but think this sudden move had something to do with it. His voice doesn’t help either, and as he continues purring his poem, you lose control of your own moans. God, this man could read the dictionary and still send you spiraling into ecstasy.

Even as you call his name, letting him know how you feel, his recitation continues as he keeps his pace. “While…While the…” He soon loses control of his own voice as well, his words dissolving into whines as you feel his cock twitch. You beg him to come inside you, so you can know what it feels like.

And he does. His seed spilling into you sends you into a powerful fit of pleasure, your hormones going wild as you envision it. Tears build as the sensations overwhelm you, but they don't feel unpleasant. In fact, you're enjoying the high, even as Jervis pulls out and catches his breath.

"That's..." He says, struggling to find the right words. "Are...Are you alright?"

You can only nod, having difficulty finding your voice again. As he lays down next to you, you cuddle up next to him, resting your head on his chest.

You hear a sigh as Jervis wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "It wasn't too much, was it?"

A little bit, but as you got into it, it felt good. But you can't help but feel you're going to start aching in a bit.

"That's natural," he chuckles. "But you were amazing, my dear. My beautiful, darling hare."

[riddle-me-ri]

First of all- I just wanna say a big old congratulations on a well deserved 500 followers, Ri! Your work is always a delight to read and honestly, you're just a whole delight yourself as a person and as a friend.

The love letter idea is irresistibly cute, by the way. ;v; Could I please get one from Secret Six Jervis with plans to leave Arkham and find his Hare? The relationship is a sort of mutual obsession, almost Gomez and Morticia with a Wonderland twist. Not legally married but have made personal vows and consider themselves such. Nicknames are just anything along the lines of fair hare, silly bunny, etc. Anyone else would get the "hares aren't bunnies" lecture but Jervis(Jervie, Hatta, dear Hatter, my Hatter) has Privileges. Again, a big congratulations on this big milestone! Here's to another 500! 🥂

A/N: AHHH MARCCHHH!!! Thank youuu, you���re literally the sweetest, and much of my success with the Jervi is thanks to you and you're well full of utmost knowledge! Also for creating a space where I felt it was okay to love Jervis to begin with! Thank you so much for all your support and feedback, it’s helped me so much you can’t begin to imagine! I’m so glad you enjoy my writings and you decided to participate in my wee event!! I had a lot of fun writing this not even going to lie lmao. 

Thanks so much again, you’ve always been such a kind and amazing friend thank you so much for everything 💚💙🥹🥺

Secret Six Mad Hatter - Love Letter for march-harrigan

My fairest Hare, 

At last! I am able to write to you! Foolish guards! They keep asking me questions every day since they put me in here! Questions, questions, always questions, but never fun or interestings ones. 

Ah, but no one can be as fun as you are, my silly bunny. You are always able to make me smile and laugh. You truly make me the happiest and maddest Hatter of all! Oohh, how much I miss you! It’s not fair! How I yearn to see you, hold you, kiss you…other things…oh, just to embrace you and have you next to me again!

How dare they, how they get the gall to rob me from my precious beloved March Hare. They think they have me bestest. Hehe, it’s amusing, really…they think without my hat I’m not threat, no trouble, oh but they will see…I already have a plan in motion…it’s almost time to cause some comotion. 

They will pay for taking me away. 

Rest assured, my darling bunny, my one and only sweet Hare…Your devoted Hatter will be free again. We will be reunited once more and our tea party shall continue! I promise I won’t be late! 

Madly yours, 

Jervie 

[tainoidiot]

If I may, can I request a jealous fic with any of the dork squad (jervis, riddler, or crane) 💕🥰💕

I think I'll do BTAS Jervis for this one!

* I'm finally not sick anymore, and all my schoolwork is finished so istg I'll post more I prommy-

BTAS Jealous!Jervis Tetch x Reader

+ "Alright! How do I look, my love?" Jervis asked you, showing off his signature indigo coat and tophat to you with a wide grin. All you could do was shrug and laugh, grabbing at his coat. "You know this is just a potluck my friends are hosting, right?" Jervis huffed, placing his hand on top of yours "I like making a good impression on people. And the first step with that is a fetching outfit!" He smirks, to which you shook your head and giggled "Baby, you look like an undertaker for clowns.."

Jervis faked a gasp, pushing you away "From my own beloved! I won't have it, I won't!" Placing his hand on his forehead and doing a dramatic fall onto the couch. You took his hand and smiled "Come on, we're gonna be late. Let's get going."

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+ Jervis sat at the park bench, nervously tapping his foot as he looked around. You had wanted to introduce him to your friends for a while now, but seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't really sure what to talk about around people. He didn't want to start going in on the lore of Lewis Carol, but he also just hated sitting there...

That's when he caught a glimpse of you talking to one of your male friends. This made him feel even worse, being that Jervis already felt pretty bad about his own image. Is this someone who could snatch you away at any second? Oh god, they're so attractive too! Why are you dating him when this guy was so perfect?! That's it! He won't take this!

Jervis got up, practically giving this guy the death stare as he walked over. As soon as he got to you, Jervis wrapped his arm around your waist. You jumped, not noticing him at first. "Jervis! You scared me!" You chuckled and smiled at him "Hm, yes.. my apologies." He growled, making it very clear how he felt in the moment. Catching onto this, you decided to excuse yourself from the conversation and pull him to the side.

"Is everything okay? You sound off." You asked with concern in your voice. Jervis shook his head and.. stopped. God, this entire attitude of his was silly wasn't it? He sighed and bit his lip nervously "Yes.. Yes everything is alright. I apologize for taking you away from your conversation." But it didn't take long for you to piece together what that was about. "Wait a second.. Jervis, are you jealous of him?"

"I can't exactly help it! He's so incredibly attractive, and you look like you're having such a nice time alongside him. Why would you want me when you could have that kind of man on your arm?" He asked, his voice squeaking a bit. You frowned and took his hands in yours "Jervis, no way do I want to be with him when I have something so much better." You explained. "But I'm older too. You already get looks from people from that, plus my reputation.." you could almost see him shrinking. It broke your heart.

"Baby, no way. Do you remember when I told you I loved you?" He nodded. It was dark, cold too. But you both made time out of your busy schedules to meet up and talk. It didn't take long for you to realize that you loved him, mostly because it was the first time you felt wanted by someone. He wanted to be with you, and it made you feel wonderful. "No guy can ever top that." You reminded him, wrapping your arms around him into an embrace. He smiled and reciprocated.

How silly of him, indeed.

[the-tetchfamily199]

Hey hi hello!

the name’s Edwina! Creator of Tetch’s Wonderland. An in progress ask blog AND comic dub for my Oc and my favorite silly!!

So far the three options to ask are

Jervis, Alissa and Jane (the Alice in this case)

I will be posting more on here and on Discord! If you wish to join the server please DM me for the link!

Oh but there’s more! We need voice actors and artists so if you’d also like that we have a form for you all to fill out!

Ta ta!!~

[whereisalicedotcom]

Question for the mun! Have you read the secret six comics with jervis? Thoughts?

{{ oh I have! I have read or seen just about every major Jervis Tetch depiction at this point I think haha!

This probably won't shock you but it's not my favorite depiction of him, as a lot of fans of Tetch often say I think. But I won't deny there's a lot to enjoy about him in his own right! I mean, it is always great to see Jervis treated like some man of great mythos that you pull out like a trump card when no one else can win. Love to see DC acknowledging how accidentally overpowered they made his villain power. And his design is fun I like his silly dumb face, but of course

The weird... sexual perversion aspect. Although-- even though this is often applied to just being a "bad jervis depiction" I do think it's worth saying this problem is pervasive across the entire comic, in my opinion. It's not simply that it's sexual-- don't mistake me for a prude lol-- but the comic has a sexual sense of humor that is executed... awkwardly? Gratuitous, uncharming, and induces... second-hand embarrassment dshgfsd? I had difficulty making myself read the whole thing tbh. You could tell the exact same story and remove the explciit sexual themes and it'd probably be improved just in general.

I also feel like they didn't quite thread the needle between depicting him as intimidating but comical. It feels difficult to tell exactly how much of a threat Jervis is supposed to be. He's both the butt of the joke but pitiable but frightening and also competent but only sometimes... Some Jervis depictions pull that off! But this one doesn't land with me. I feel the setup is ripe for a great Jervis depiction but they just had the wrong take for him tbh!

special shoutout to them making him talk to his hat in the chair in exact cinematic parallel to the Green Goblin from the old spiderman movies though. }}

[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

Tagged by @nsfwitchy

Main ship - Uhhh I don’t really have a main ship of mine, does Cass x Jervis count? Cause that’s probably the answer

Main OT3+ - Ivy X Bridgit X Ecco . My aboslute little sillies

Main NOTP - Uhh Gotham! Hattercrow. Like I can see why, but I don’t really like shipping Gotham! Jervis, with few (1) exception . And I’m a big scaredyjokes kinda guy

Main Crackship - Ethan Winters (Resi 8) x Jim (Gotham) they are the main characters of their life and boring motherfuckers. I have a crush on their rusty old man friend

Old Ship you cling dearly too - Amanguji Rantaro x Korekiyo. Idk they hold a special place in my heart, they were my first big ship.

Ship you hated first but are okay with now - Uhmm BruTalia. Bruce x Talia from the comics. I used to have the stupid hating Talia brain, which I’ve recovered from and she’s now my little meow meow

Crossover ship - Platonic! Gotham! Jervis x Donna Beneviento. They would be BESTIES. Personal hc Jervis stuff is identical to donnas character

Biggest Polycule - HM. Sonia x Peko x Mahiru x Hiyoko x Chiaki x Mikan x Ibuki x Akane. Idk but the SDR2 girls definitely have a thing for each other and you know. Girls will love girls.

Smallest Polycule - probably still Ecco x Bridgit x Ivy

Crackship that became a serious ship - okay this one has a story behind it. I won’t say it. But Gotham! Harvey x Gotham! Jervis. Don’t ask me. But if you do, I will LOVE to talk about my little stinks

Ships that other people ship in a different way then how you ship - your supposed to notice how other people ship?

Most problematic ship - oh that’s a good question.. uhhh.. I don’t really know. I guess it’s what you consider problematic

Most “normal” ship - UHH IDK … uhhh… idk

Most popular ship - Harlivy or Nygmobblepot

The one ship you don’t even know why you ship it - Angie x Tenko x Himiko. My little babies.

Tagging: @mashedpotatosinacup , @letshaveadepressionparty , @almond-milk-man , @land-of-omorashi-and-absurdities <3

[murdering-time]

"Ah yes, because certainly it is no crime to almost send two men to their untimely deaths, how silly of me." It remarks, sarcastically. "Besides, once you gain control of Billy, then what? You may dislike him, but he has a life, you know. What are you going to do if someone gets wise and starts asking why their good pal Billy has a card behind his ear? Are you going to control them too?" As it speaks, Jervis could start to feel little pin-pricks crawling up his arm. "How long do you think it'll take before everyone this side of Gotham is walking around with a 10/6 card on their heads, just so you can get your way?"

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(im so sorry this took so long, ive been so distracted with other stuff that i. actually forgot about this for a hot minute RIP-)

// Anon youre so fine ! Honestly like -- Im always gonna be here ! Ive been drawing up some new emotes for Jervis in Arkham so HOPEFULLY it's all good for when that happens //

Jervis wasted no time with a retort, his snark bitter and plain across his face. "Oh, but you see, I didn't tell the men to do that. I haven't done anything but gently persuade others! So what if it takes a little motivation, my card by passes all need for the social amendeties of small talk and games of verbal chess!"

With the strength of a thundering typhoon, Tetch snatched more cards off his desk, along side the large hat he had made himself resembling that of his new name's sake. "You'll see. You'll see. It's for the best. This is just for the best. For me. For her !"

"Always to criticise, never to please," he babbled nonsensical whims to himself, bubbling over like a frothing pot.