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batmanrogues-scenarios · 11 months

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ok how about the gotham sirens(and anyone else you like) with an S/O who has unconventional way of reacting to dangerous situations like lets say that when they first met the sirens kidnapped the S/O but all S/O did when they came to was ask for food and go to sleep or S/O escapes just to get some food but comes back and ties themselves back up again

I honesty love when characters do that.

Kidnapped Y/N Just Chills

Catwoman

She said they're not her guest so they shouldn't expect anything from her and to not make too much noise.

She went to the city, leaving them bounded, knowing they won't break through it.

When she came back she saw food in trash can that she didn't eat. But Y/N is still in the same place.

"Want to explain it to me?"

"Oh I called food when you weren't here. Sorry I was just really hungry. Got your ropes back though so don't worry"

Honesty speechless.

When she gets money tells them to get out.

Even when dating them she can't believe it happened.

Harley Quinn

Got so angry when they run away. It was supposed to be her first kidnapping by herself but she blew it.

Just throws stuff around and gets ice cream while watching TV.

Then doors open and her victim walks in saying they just went for food.

This little-!

She starts strangling them. How dare they make this to her!

Didn't kill them because she still wants kidnapping to success and get money.

Annoyed afterwards but with time she does finds it funny.

Would talk about it like an anecdote when they started dating.

"Hey babe, remember when I kidnapped you and then almost strangled you? Good times."

Poison Ivy

Supringly chill. If she gives them some fruits from plants and Y/N falls asleep she just sits back.

Most relaxed kidnapping she had.

Y/N might ask some questions about plants which she anserws soon they're just having normal conversation.

Invites them again after she gets money.

Isn't mist proud of kidnapping her S/O but she never did that again.

Mad Hatter

Got distressed when they run away, how could they do it? He just wanted his Alice to spend time with him.

Just cries until they walk in and sit back in the chair.

Jumps to hug them asking where they have been.

Dumbfounded? They went for dinner? He could have prepared them something!... then again most of his food here are sweets.

Well at least now they can have dessert.

Thinks it's a sigh they belong together.

#pati writes #catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #pamela isley x reader

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fluffyfluffyscarecrow · 6 months

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Scarecrow, Two Face, Penguin, Mad Hatter, and Mr. Freeze with a Partner who Sleeps With A Plush of Them

Inspired by the Scarecrow and Two Face plushies I sewed.

Scarecrow

You had spent days hand-sewing this plush doll of Jonathan Crane, and though it wasn't perfect, you had put a lot of love into it.

The doll appeared to stare up at you with its button eyes while you held its floppy, huggable body and stroked its soft hair. It was like an exact copy of Jonathan, just smaller. And probably less likely to commit crimes.

Jonathan would be incredibly surprised to see the plush- lots of times when people made artistic interpretations of him they were meant to be terrifying. He had never seen a version of himself this...cuddly. He doesn't mind it, though. In fact, he's quite flattered.

When you tell him about how you cuddle the plush at night he practically melts.

Two Face

You made most of the plush Two Face with soft minky fabric, but decided to add something extra- faux fur on the white side of his hair and dot textured minky for his scars. He was perfect.

The first time you showed it to Harvey, he was speechless. His fingers ran across the soft fabrics you had used to capture him so lovingly, and you might have even seen a tear roll down the unscarred side of his face. Two Face is the one to break the silence, saying "you really want to cuddle me that much?"

When you admit to them you cuddle the plush at night to feel close to them, they immediately wrap you in a massive hug. You hug them back of course, making sure to kiss their scars.

Penguin

Oswald had always been insecure about his appearance, and no matter how much you tried to encourage and support him with words, hugs, everything...it always seemed as if his trauma would make him feel unworthy of you. So you got an idea. You would show him exactly how you saw him, in the form of a cuddly plushie.

You had to modify your pattern quite a bit to make it accurate, but it was worth it. The plush Penguin sat before you with its arms outstretched, just waiting to be held.

You paid extra attention to translating the parts of himself Oswald was insecure about into the plush- intricately sewn hands, a prominent beak-like nose, his cuddly, plump body, and of course his long, soft hair.

You're a bit nervous to show the plush to him as you're not sure how he'll react, so you start kind of awkwardly.

"Uh...I...I really wanted to show you how wonderful you are in my eyes and I...I adore every single part of you, so I made this..."

Oswald doesn't know what to think at first, but he's incredibly touched. He still tries to play it cool, of course.

"I mean, you could always have a life-sized version of me if you want."

Catch him off guard by kissing his nose and wrapping him in a hug.

Mad Hatter

Okay, uh.. You didn't sew this one. You just kinda found a Disney Mad Hatter plushie on Ebay or something and thought it reminded you of Jervis.

(Fun fact, I actually do have this plush and he's very soft!)

Even if you didn't sew it, Jervis freaking loves it. You want to cuddle? With him??? So badly that you got a plushie to hold when he wasn't there to comfort you????

Mr. Freeze

This man is very insecure about how he's unable to cuddle you due to his physical state, so you get an idea.

The plush was honestly kind of hard to make, with all the intricate details of his suit, but it was absolutely worth it. You even added a voice box inside so you could hear his sweet German accent whenever you wanted.

Also you added a small tuft of fluffy fabric for his hair, (ik BTAS doesn't have that but HQTAS does and I freaking love it so it's going here!)

He absolutely cries when you show it to him.

You wrap your arms around him when he does, it stings a bit but it's worth it to see him smile.

For Christmas that year you make him a Nora plushie, with magnets in her hands so she can hold hands with your Mr. Freeze plush.

You better believe he cuddles his Nora plush every day. It's not even close to having his wife back of course, but it does relieve some of the pain to get to hold her again.

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starleska · 8 months

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barges in/ WHAT ABOUT BTAS JERVIS X READER?

OWO

why, thank you for asking 😉 i've had this persistent concept knocking around my brain wherein Jervis earnestly tries to move past his devotion for Alice...only to tumble straight back down into obsession when he meets You 😳

Jervis Tetch x Reader First Meeting headcanons

🎩 although it pains him to admit it, the years of unrequited love have taken their toll on Jervis. his Alice is long gone—departed from Gotham with her now-husband (filthy brute), with a new name and her hair dyed a mousey brown. as far as he can tell, she's dropped off the map entirely, and it's been nearly a year since he last caught any trace of her. months in yet another cold, lonely stint at Arkham leave his soul more empty than ever before...and he decides, one lovelorn night, that such suffering should not befall a gentleman. although the thought sickens him, Jervis resolves that when he gets out, he is going to make a fresh start...even just for a while.

🎩 when finally he next escapes (his technology being instrumental in a jailbreak largely orchestrated by the other rogues, of course—no need for him to do their dirty work), Jervis makes good on his promise and leaves Gotham for a few cities over. he travels in civilian clothes and fights the urge to wear any sort of hat, fearing that even a simple cap could betray his identity. yet the experiment is a success. within days he has sequestered himself in an unassuming little apartment, and even ventured out to speak with a neighbour or two, none of whom recognise him as The Mad Hatter. it's a queer feeling, not seeing fear reflected in the eyes of those around him...and it gives him a quiet thrill which makes him forget himself, leaving Jervis grinning far too wide.

🎩 still, Jervis is a man with certain compulsions. he's partial to an afternoon walk, and at 3 o'clock exactly makes his way out into his new city, looking for nothing in particular and simply enjoying air without walls. however, he soon comes across a quaint little teashop, its sign scrawled in a delightful Shakespearean font and the windows ringed with English ivy. "How serendipitous," Jervis murmurs to himself. "I shan't pass up an opportunity such as this...after all, you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling!"

🎩 Jervis orders his usual beverage without incident and takes a seat which gives him an excellent view of the whole teashop. his discerning blue eyes scan the room, but it isn't until he's cleared half the customers that he realises he was searching for a glimpse of Alice's golden hair. Jervis sighs, and takes a long, sad sip of his tea—only to splutter when he spots You in the corner of the room. You are tucked up with your legs crossed, your nose buried in a book. there's a little half-smile on your face, and Jervis watches with interest as you chuckle at something you read. he stares at You and the book, and an icy chill of recognition works its way down his spine.

🎩 before he can stop himself, Jervis abandons his tea and makes his way over to You. for a full minute he looms over You quite unnoticed, so absorbed You are by your book. after quietly clearing his throat does not catch your attention, Jervis opts to take the direct approach. "Excuse me, my dear." You look up, curious. Jervis smiles with all his teeth—too bright, too intense. "I do hope you'll forgive my impudence, interrupting you on a fine day such as this. But may I ask...what are you reading?"

🎩 "Oh!" You say with a giggle. You turn the book towards Jervis, revealing the cover. "I'm reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It's my favourite story."

#jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x you #mad hatter x you #jervis tetch #mad hatter #the mad hatter #batman: the animated series #btas #batman #x reader #starleskasks #starleskawrites #long post #alice pleasance

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multifanatics · 1 year

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Waiting Out a Storm

A/N: I put nearly everyone in this so I could get a taste of their characters. I nearly fell asleep writing this so hopefully its not horrible.

Warnings: Sexual content, General fluffiness, Anxiety due to storms, There could be more that I didn't think of.

Edward Nygma // Riddler

It’s raining and he’s unable to hear himself think against the loud noise of the wind.

He’s annoyed nonetheless, he can’t get work done in these conditions.

Makes himself hot chocolate and steals all the blankets in the house.

If you're nice to him he’ll maybe share one blanket but don’t count on it.

If the power goes out and there’s nothing to do.

He’s offering you to warm him up.

He gets cold and hates being cold.

He’s miserable and makes it your problem more than it is his.

If you seem nervous or scared because of the storm he may be more accommodating to letting you have blankets. MAYBE.

One way or another definitely leads to sex.

Victor Fries // Freeze

It’s snowing in Gotham? It’s Christmas for Victor.

The wind and heavy snow he’ll be outside the entire time.

That is of course if you aren’t at all nervous due to the blizzard.

If you are that’s alright, He’ll stay inside for you.

Making sure you are warm enough.

You both are going to sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie.

Power goes out? May not be what you want but he’s willing to play chess or any other type of board game with you.

If you ask him, he may be willing to try and keep you warmer. Even if his body temperature is lower then the current storm.

Keeps you wrapped up in blankets no matter what.

His body temperature can handle the negatives but yours can’t or at least shouldn’t.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Harvey hates storms, while Harv doesn’t mind them.

Harvey will cuddle you under piles of blankets clinging to you for warmth.

While Harv will more than likely be found outside if the coin allows him to be.

Otherwise Harv is indoors and clung to you in a much different way than Harvey.

Harv typically has his hands on your hips, chin on your shoulder everywhere you go.

While Harvey is much more a pile of blankets and cuddles.

Human furnace and knows it.

Harv would be much more open to fucking for warmth, even offers.

Harvey strikes me as the kind of man who would build a pillow fort during a storm if you’re both anxious or the power is out.

While Harv would be fine just falling asleep.

Jonathan Crane // Scarecrow

One of the first things you told him was your fear of storms.

And now he gets to watch how you react.

He does not leave your side during the storm for personal reasons that can range from your warmth to your fear.

Horror movies, blankets, and hot chocolate.

If the power goes out? Horror stories with a flashlight like they do at camps in October.

Cuddle him and tell him about your fear he was a psychiatrist after all maybe he can help… or make it much worse by accident, possibly.

I’m in the middle of him waiting for you to offer sex or he doesn’t enjoy it during a storm.

I see him as a “No power, no problem.” kind of guy and somehow getting everything he needed done.

He gets cold and sort of carries around a blanket like a cape. Over his shoulders and occasionally encasing him if he stands still.

Paranoia is his specialty, don't try to hide it from him, he’ll find out anyway.

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter

Tea party in the dark even if the power is working.

Definitely at least a little bit anxious himself.

Is against any kind of “more heat” ideas you can think of.

He has a routine, hiding in blankets and drinking tea in the dark and silence.

Though since you’re there maybe it doesn’t have to be silent.

Sharing blankets is a must with him, maybe not all cuddly but definitely share your blankets.

Can be clinging if he’s extra anxious.

He keeps the power off even if it’s working. He can’t hypnotize the lights to stay on so he rather not have the surprise.

Super sweet if you are anxious as well.

Recites his favorite poetry, books, or lines from a movie.

Joker

His current hideout has a backup generator so don’t worry about the lights going out

What? If there’s no lights how is he supposed to know if people actually enjoy his jokes?

He’s nowhere to be seen except you know he’s in the same place as you.

He takes this time to get more work done.

If you need him for warmth you can sit on his lap while he works.

If he doesn’t have anything to get done? He’ll drive you mad with a bunch of different jokes.

He doesn’t cuddle and he won’t screw around during a storm.

Gives you blankets then sits next to you.

He doesn’t get cold, maybe a little bit but it’s not something he can’t handle.

If you’re anxious he can always offer a kiss and some jokes.

Oswald Cobblepot // Penguin

It’s storming? Since when?

He has to look outside to know it’s storming.

He’s not at all phased by any type of storm unless he’s caught wind of someone plotting against him.

You need to voice to him you’re nervous and want him to stay around otherwise he’ll be off working.

If you voice to him you are anxious he’ll offer to watch a movie or something.

He’s burying you in the warmest blankets if you say you’re cold and you have goosebumps.

He’s actually very understanding and not very bothered by you at all.

It was about time he took a break anyway.

He has backup generators for backup generators he has power in all ways that matter.

If you want to screw around he’ll cockwarm but he’s only going to mess around if the mood takes him.

Harleen Quinzel // Harley Quinn

She complains.

She hates the cold but surprisingly doesn't mind storms.

Harley will cuddle or at least fall asleep on your chest or shoulder.

Will steal your blankets.

Clingy in a non clingy way. She’ll go up to you and stare at you until you get a clue, if you don’t then she minds her own business.

Definitely down for messing around, much more teasing.

She will do whatever the hell you want too.

She’ll talk about the days before she became Harley Quinn, and how much colder the cells are at Arkham.

If you manage to snuggle up to her she’ll share her blankets.

She clears all anxiety with her degree.

Pamley Isley // Poison Ivy

Claims its nature letting go.

LOVES storms and doesn’t mind the cold.

Checks on her plants during the storm.

Disregards you unless you pay attention to her.

Say you're cold and she will make the best herbal tea.

She’s calming your anxiety with talk of which plants grow better in the cold and why they need the cold.

She understands nature and wants nothing more than to ensure everything she likes is alright.

She shares her blankets with you.

Would watch whatever.

You fall asleep and she’ll leave you a few blankets and go outside to enjoy the storm.

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acapelladitty · 21 days

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Jervis Tetch/Reader – Poetry

Summary: Jervis attempts to teach you a new poem in his own 'special' way.

"How doth the little crocod-"

Snapping off your recital with a sharp gasp, your fingers curl around the edge of the table until the whites of your knuckles appear as you fight the urge to press your knees together and escape the torment you were being subject to.

"Alice!" A slightly muffled yet pointed tone breaks through your concentration and you glance down at the delicate tablecloth which covers both the wooden table and the wicked man hidden below.

"You have failed, silly girl! Again!"

Arousal dropping his higher-pitched tone down a few notches, Jervis sounded positively smug as his hands pressed roughly into your thighs - his hot breath ghosting across your sex as he remained between your legs.

Coughing, you begin again.

"How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour the wat-Hatter!"

Another cry slips past your lips as his tongue swipes a cruel line along your slit; the very tip of it brushing against your swollen and easily over-stimulated clit and forcing your knees to smack against the table as you jerk in place.

Warm pleasure, tainted by aching desire, shudders down your spine and your hands are quick to pull up the hem of your dress. Exposed and looking far too stern despite the slight gloss of his mouth - a mess of the juices he had been delightfully wringing from you for the last half hour - Jervis' lips were tilted in obvious disapproval.

"Naughty rabbit." He tutted, soft hands massaging your inner thighs with a surprising strength. "Your lessons are going poorly, Alice. A simple poem, simple as chips, and you're sounding positively mad!"

"Jervis," you whine, cunt clenching around nothing as he remains pulled back, "please?"

"How doth-" Jervis prompted, shaking his head.

Groaning out your dissatisfaction, you drop the hem once again and return your shaking hands to the table as you prepare for another wicked edging.

"How doth the little crocodile-"

#i am a creature who responds to requests and y'all should know that by now #jervis tetch #mad hatter #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x you #mad hatter x you

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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 month

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ough can you do something else smutty with gotham jervis tetch he’s literally the love of my life and I read your other stuff with him and I literally love it so much. like him being needy for the reader like he was in the other one you did with him? it was so aughhh 😫😫

thank you thank you

‘LOSE CONTROL,

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Jervis doesn’t like it when you leave without warning him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. PURE SMUT!! Literally no plot. Needy and obsessive jervis. Like, he’s fucking FEINDING. Jervis is a little toxic. Biting. Body worship. Hints of PAST non consenual hypnotism. Guys this might be my fav smut fic i’ve ever written. Heard this song and I was floored; it’s so HIM.

Inspired a bit by @adalwolfgang ‘s biting ask ;)

♫ “How many times did I tell you I'm no good at bein' alone? / I lose control when you're not next to me / Problem is when I'm with you, I'm an addict / And I need some relief, my skin in your teeth.” Lose Control by Teddy Swims

“Look into my eyes, my dear.” He whispers, forcing your jaw up with his hand that isn’t occupied, shoved deep into your cunt. Two slender fingers pump in and out of you at a furious pace. You’re choking on your tears and saliva, heavy mascara streaks running down your face as you sqeeze around his digits.

You are whining and squirming in his hold, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hand. The overstimulation is killing you, and you know he can see it. He’s biting his lip, and your eyes drag along his neck and chest. He must have been at this for hours now.

He’s borderline torturing you, like he’s trying to get a confession. When you feel your eyes begin to roll back, he only shoves his fingers deeper, teasing your wet cunny and roughly finger fucking you.

“Ah ah ah,” He clicks his tongue, a scowl of dissaproval on his face. “Come back to me.” He orders, a particularly deep thrust of his middle and ring finger curling up into your pussy. Your chest is heaving, whimpering as he continues his game.

You don’t know how the two of you ended up in this position. One moment you come home from work, and the next he has you pressed up against a table, you two fucking like bunnies. It took you by surprise, the way his soft hands roughly grabbed your throat, muttering some sort of incantation.

Somewhere along the way; you realized, he thought he had hypnotized you. Your mind ran wild. The two of you had made love before, but it was always slow and sweet. He was the perfect gentleman, slow thrusts of his cock into your slit, sucking on the tender flesh of your neck. This was a whole new side of him; Dark. Deep. Animalistic.

No, he thought he had you hypnotized. You think back to if he’s done this before- when he wanted to get rougher with you. The more deep-seated perverse thoughts he has; he unleashes them on you, when you can’t say no. He fucks you harder, as though he doesn’t want to offend you. When he has his own needs to fill, that aren’t very gentlemanly.

Problem is, you quite enjoy this side of him. The way he leans his forehead against yours, keeping eyecontact the entire time. He’s starved for your attention. He wants is all on him.

“Tell me, where were you today, hmm?” He commands, still thinking you’re under his spell. You’ve been playing his game; not letting him know that you know. You realize this is own little lie detector test. He’s trying to ask if you were anywhere else…with any other man. You shiver when another thrust of his fingers brings you back.

“Work.” Is all you whisper, looking into his gaze. Your eyes are glossy, and he just hums in response. He looks vaguley pleased, vaguley dissatisfied with the ambiguity in your answer. If he suspects something, he doesn’t say anything. He must be too caught up in the moment, in your body, in your core to care.

Just when you feel the knot of your orgasm building up inside you, he rips his fingers away. You give a loud yelp at the loss of contact, which he remedies by sticking his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck.” Is all he directs, eyes still focused on you and only you. You try not to gag when he forces them deep into your throat, watching your tongue swirl around your own juices.

You suck on his fingers for what feels like ages, until he’s satisfied. You can feel his hard cock pressing into the meat of your thighs, and you’re desperate to have him inside you.

His chest heaves wildly as he roughly pushes you onto your back. You feel your skull and back hit the wood of the table and wince, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He prowls on top of you, like a predator hunting his prey. His pupils are blown, mouth slightly agape. He doesn’t take his eyes off you for even a second.

His cock is flushed long, hard, and red from base to tip- and he shoves it into you without warning. He lets out a loud growl beside himself, and thrusts slowly at first. He laughs at his own obscene groan of pleasure.

“Forgive me,” He coos, and he sounds patronizing, smirk on his face. “I just couldn’t help myself.” He giggles, as though he knows he’s apologizing for something you won’t remember.

His thrusts grow faster as he pounds your body into the table, brusing grip on your thighs. The more he fucks himself into you, the more his hands roam, until he’s wildly squeezing and groping at every part of you.

He’s engorging himself on your pleas, and the sound of your drenched pussy. The only noise that fills the room is the squelch of his dick dragging against your walls. His hands settle themselves on your throat, and you see him trying his hardest to maintain concentration on you, and not let his own gaze slip into the back of his head in pleasure.

He’s hitting it deep and raw, and you mewl around him. You can tell he’s getting close when his brow furrows and he grits his teeth, pace faltering in short spasms. His mouth keeps opening and closing- like he wants to speak, like he wants to give you more commands; but you’re too tight, too wet, and feel too good- he can’t seem to utter a word or rhyme.

He finally loses himself, buring his face in the crook of your neck. You similarly lose yourself as well, hypnotized sex-doll facade failing as you pull him into you, and bite down on his neck. He damn near chokes, eyes widening as he pumps thick ropes of cum into you, not bothering to pull out. You cum just the same, and you can feel his heartbeat against your chest.

He pulls away quickly, scurrying to look at you. He swallows, nervous. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at you incredulously- unsure if he’s somehow woken you up out of your hypnotized state.

“Sorry,” You murmur, pathetically. Your eyes are closed, still resting against the table, trying to catch your breath.

Scilence falls between the two of you, until you prop one eye open to look at him.

Standing before you, Jervis’s chest is heaving, a wild and carnivorous look in his eyes. You look down to find him instantly hard again, eyes narrowed in on you like an animal. His jaw is slacked, obviously not previously aware of your fully alert mind.

He looks like he wants to tear into you again.

This is going to be a loooooong night.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #batman x reader #gotham villains x reader #batman rouges gallery #dc comics #gotham jervis #jervis tetch x reader #jervis tetch #jervis tetch x reader smut #gotham mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #mad hatter #mad hatter x reader smut #the mad hatter #the mad hatter dc

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mischievous-marchie · 1 year

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Arkhamverse Dork Squad having romance with their fem!therapist at Arkham in secret?

I went the route of starting the relationships, but I would be into the idea of expanding on these eventually!

Arkham!Dork Squad x Therapist!Reader Headcanons

SFW, secret relationship, power dynamic, shift in power dynamic, varying degrees of manipulation by the dorks

Jervis Tetch

The last thing Jervis wants is to be sent back to Arkham. It's a hellish place and nothing good has ever happened to him there.

That is until he has his first session with you.

You're not like the other doctors he's spoken to. You always have a kind word and genuinely seem to be trying to understand him.

He falls fast and hard. By your third session, he's already making his feelings known..

You think he's... Sweet. Charming, even. You'd be lying if you said there wasn't an attraction there, but... It would be highly unprofessional.

You're also aware of his history of being manipulated. With your position as his therapist, you're afraid of inadvertently taking advantage of him.

That doesn't stop him from trying to woo you.

Complimenting your appearance at the start of each session, slipping in hidden words of endearment when answering your questions.

Even giving you small gifts he makes from the few little crafting materials he's allowed to have. Usually origami.

You're falling for him. You'd lose your job if anyone found out.

The appropriate thing would be to transfer him to someone else, but you're afraid of how he'd react to the switch. He's been doing so well and you'd hate for him to lose that progress.

Looks like you have an important decision to make.

He greets you with his usual fondness and the gift of a paper flower.

"Jervis. We need to talk about... This," you say, holding up the gift you'd just received from him.

"About my affection?" He giggles, leaning forward in his chair. "Ah, doctor doctor. A glimpse of perfection! I certainly hope you have no objection..."

"I don't," you confess. And that's exactly the problem. "You know what that means, don't you?"

"Well. I believe it means," the Hatter grins ear to ear, clapping as he delivers his excited response. "The courtship has been successful! Now... When shall we have the wedding? I believe Spring is-"

"It means I can't be your therapist anymore, Jervis!"

His smile fades. A looked of panicked realization fills his eyes.

"You're... Leaving me?"

"No, I'm. I don't know what I'm doing, honestly."

Every idea you could think of to handle this while still keeping contact was flawed. Handing him over to another therapist would limit you to visiting hours. You'd barely see each other.

You couldn't just sign his release papers before he was ready either. And breaking him out was an absolute no-go.

He takes your hand in his. "Doctor, dear... Oh, can't you see? You're the only one who can understand me."

You realize that he's right. The other doctors don't get him. Don't respect him. They'd just as soon lock him away and forgot about him as look at him.

You can't leave him in someone else's hands. A secret relationship with your favorite patient it is then. Sealed, of course, with a kiss.

And to think you were worried about manipulating him.

Jonathan Crane

Jon seems... Indifferent toward you at the start of the session. All things considered, that doesn't really bother you.

You're more concerned when he starts turning the questions around on you. Asking you about your fears. You know he's done this with other doctors and it never ends well.

Usually they try to resist and end up playing directly into his hand regardless. He knows what he's doing, and if he's going to get his answers anyway...

You decide to try something different.

"Alright. We'll take turns. For each of my questions you answer honestly, I'll answer one of yours."

This surprises him somewhat. At least if the quirked brow is anything to go by.

He knows what you're trying to do here, and he honestly finds it naïve. Still... Something new, if nothing else. Sure. He'll play along.

"What kind of man was your father?" "How's your sleep? Fitful?" You go back and forth like this for a while.

He was expecting your first few questions. The basics that every doctor here uses to get a feel for their patient. But you manage to through a few curve balls as well. And he has to answer them or you'll deny him what he's looking for.

Perhaps you're not as naïve as he initially thought. A simple "well played, doctor," at the end of the session is as close as he'll come to admitting he's impressed.

Your following sessions follow a similar patterns. He tells you what you want to know, you tell him what he wants to know. It's a dangerous game you're playing, but a risk you're willing to take for even the smallest chance at progress.

You don't know when your mutual analysis of each other took a turn toward conversing like old friends, but somehow it made sense. You each knew things about the other that no one else did. As crazy as it sounded, there was a kind of trust there now.

Initially, that building of trust had been a part of Jon's plan. A way he could control you. What he hadn't planned on was his developing respect for you.

Respect that made it a whole lot harder for him to take advantage of that trust. But not impossible. A minor setback at worst, he assures himself. One he will overcome.

Or so he thinks, until the delay in his plans leaves just enough time for respect to develop into something more.

He's... Not happy with this development to say the least.

You notice during one of your sessions that he's quieter. Observing you more than usual.

You know him well enough to know that something's troubling him. And you bet your ass that as his therapist and friend, you're going to question him on it.

He evades the question at first, turning the questions around on you like he did in your first session.

And just like your first session, you bring out your now tried and true method. "I'll answer one of your questions. But you have to answer mine."

You even give him first question to sweeten the deal.

He trails off in thought, looking you over one last time before asking. "How's your sleep?"

"You've asked me that one before," you point out.

"Answer it."

"...Better, lately. Since we started having our talks," you confess.

There's a beat of silence. How rare it must be for the fearful Scarecrow to hear he'd had a positive impact on someone's sleep.

"Now," you tell him. "You have to answer my question. What's bothering you?"

"Unfortunately for us both, doctor," he finally answers. A curse on his plans, and certainly a curse on the recipient of his feelings. "It would seem that I'm in love with you."

You stare at him in silence, unable to find the words. As unprofessional as it may be, the feeling is mutual.

In lieu of a verbal response, you kiss him on the cheek, marking the beginning of a new secret between you.

Edward Nygma

As expected, he's highly antagonistic during your first session. There is nothing wrong with him, he insists, and your attempts to 'help' him are going to be a fruitless endeavor.

Needless to say, he doesn't like you.

Expect a lot of sarcasm, insults, and passive aggression.

You don't let it get to you though. Your job is to listen to him and help him work through his problems. Not that the man believes he has any problems, and he will lash out if you bring it up.

So you don't. You try to be more subtle.

You listen to him talk. You compliment him on his intelligence and insight, always toeing that line between validating him and just feeding his ego.

And honestly, you do believe he's brilliant. His potential is endless and you have no doubt that he could do just about anything he put his mind to.

Over time the barbed insults begin to fade, replaced by... Well, backhanded compliments.

"You know? You're not NEARLY as intellectually shortsighted as those other doctors I've spoken to. Why... I'm even beginning to believe you may possess a brain under that pretty little cranium of yours."

"Um... Thanks?"

No one said it would be easy, but you take this as a sign that he's warming up to you.

This is all but confirmed when he gifts you a puzzle box.

Where he got it, you have no idea. But his trust in you not to tell about the contraband item, not to mention the fact he would gift you something at all speaks volumes.

...Unless it's a trap.

"My dear, if I wished to entrap you, the means would be far more intricate than this."

Really. What do you take him for?

You think he couldn't turn your entire office into a deathtrap if he wanted to? Now that would be an endeavor worthy of his genius. And you'd never suspect a thing!

But no, he doesn't want you dead. He likes you doesn't want to waste his valuable time adjusting to a new therapist.

You keep the puzzle box secret, even as the guard arrive to take Eddie back to his cell.

And the moment you're alone, you start to work on it. You don't know what's driving you, but you're determined to solve it before your next session with him.

It takes... Longer than you expected. In hindsight, you suppose a puzzle from the Riddler wasn't going to be easy.

But little by little, you work at it, counting the days until you see Eddie again.

It's not until the final day that you manage to solve it. The box clicks open to reveal what is, essentially, a miniature Riddler trophy and the word 'CONGRATULATIONS' written in green across the bottom of the box.

Just in time to hear the knock at your office door. The guards bringing him in for his weekly session.

"I see you've solved it, doctor."

You nod your head, giving a hum of acknowledgement.

"And how long did it take you, might I ask?" he questions, eyeing you expectantly.

"I confess... I've been working on it all week."

A satisfied chuckle. "Then my estimations were correct. But then, that's hardly a surprise."

"Really, Ed? Another shot at my intelligence?" You quirk a brow. Your accusation is calm, but firm. "I take it this was an attempt to prove my stupidity."

He laughs at the insinuation, barking out an amused, "NO!"

You already know his opinions on the limited intellect of... Well, anyone who isn't him. Although the curse you bear isn't quite so heavy.

"Alright... But the way you're talking makes it sound like this wasn't just some random gift."

"Sharp as ever, doctor!"

"Then what? What was the point of this?"

"Mm... Think of it as... A little distraction. A way to keep you thinking about me until we could meet again."

He. Wanted to keep you thinking about him. You freeze at the implication, and you have to admit... That was smooth.

"Eddie. You know I'm your therapist. We can't-"

"Really? Because your eagerness to solve my puzzle. To IMPRESS me, and don't deny it doctor! I could see it in your eyes; tells me that we're already beyond a professional relationship."

The dawning realization that he's right consumes you. You had been trying to impress him. It had been the driving force behind your tireless efforts. The reason you couldn't just leave it alone.

You wanted his attention. And he wanted yours.

"So. You have another puzzle for me this week, I hope."

"I might have something... Trade you for a kiss."

You laugh quietly before allowing your lips to meet his. You know your job's on the line, but it's a risk you're willing to take.

#jervis tetch #mad hatter #dc mad hatter #jonathan crane #the scarecrow #dc scarecrow #edward nygma #the riddler #riddler #jervis tetch x reader #mad hatter x reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #edward nygma x reader #riddler x reader #arkhamverse #headcanons #sfw post

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the-doctor-3000 · 1 year

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Hc: Tarrant Hightopp having a crush on you

Note: I might write a fanfiction story based on this hc.

You were Alice's older sister (aka the middle Kingsleigh daughter)

And you had visited Underland before too many times to count.

First time you did was by accident (*cough* falling into a rabbit hole *cough*) when you were ten.

At first, you were terrified.

You were all alone

In an unknown world

Without your parents

But eventually you found yourself in love with this strange world.

When you returned back to your world, you decided to visit it again.

This time it was during winter.

And so was in Underland- luckily you were wearing gloves and other winter garments that your father had brought you from overseas.

Underland, though, was much more beautiful even during that season.

A frozen wonderland.

As you walked around, admiring the place once again, you didn't notice a young boy around your age and you bumped into each other.

The boy was slender, had pale skin, curly red hair, green eyes, and there was something about him- something odd.

And you found that the most intriguing.

Due to the fact that it was cold and you were freezing, he took you to his home and his mother made you both some hot chocolate.

He then made you a funny hat which you loved even though his father was against the idea of making hats that weren't formal but he let it slide this once since you liked it.

Tarrant, the boy's name, introduced you to his friends and they were all very friendly with you.

When time came for you to go back, even if you didn't want to, they all looked rather saddened but you promised to return.

And you did.

As the years passed, you'd always go back to see them.

Underland was a far more enjoyable place to be and you also loved the company there.

You and Tarrant were best friends

But what made him falling for you was always taking part in his crazy ideas, accepting the weird side of him AND defending him whenever his father would reprimand him for not being serious.

For him at first it was a strange feeling.

Sometimes he would fall into silence so he could think what he could be feeling.

It was. . . odd of him to be quiet.

Whenever you appeared, a smile would spread all over his face and immediately lighten up and return to his old self. . .

. . . Kinda. . .

His cheeks would get a bit rosy when you'd compliment his work or asked him to dance with you (mostly the Futterwacken)

The others would notice this and while also they would try to get the two together, they would tease him.

Sometimes the Royal Knight, Ilosovic Stayne, would proceed to court you- causing Tarrant to become very jealous but he would be relieved every time you'd reject him.

Chessur would take notice of this behavior and often make some indirect comments about it when you'd be around causing Tarrant to hush him and decline all of these comments.

When the Jabberworcky arrived and you were lost and forced to return back to your home by the order of the Red Queen, his heart broke because he and many others thought you died.

He never got to tell you how he felt.

However, you return with your sister years later and his heart rekindled at the sight of you.

That crazy spark in his eyes came back because you were there.

#tarrant hightopp #mad hatter #alice in wonderland 2010 #alice kingsleigh #tarrant hightopp x reader #mad hatter x reader #alice through the looking glass #white rabbit #white queen #march hare #tweedle dee #tweedle dum #cheshire cat

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the-faceless-bride · 3 months

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Wonders of War

The 141 went on a risky mission so much so they had to gain help from mercenaries... But when things go south they all end up tripping under their own feet and falling down the rabbit whole..

Tf 141 (+König) × DarkWonderland! Reader

Chapter 1. From Heroes to Heisters

Taglist: @warenai

#gaz cod #cod soap #ghost cod #cod mw2 imagine #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #price x reader #captain john price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #hatter x reader #Mad hatter x reader

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 9 months

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BTAS Dork Squad and also Penguin (all separately, no poly this time) have an s/o who falls incredibly ill and is bedridden for weeks. One particularly bad night, they're sitting at the bedside while their s/o is unconscious. Suddenly, an appropriately unsettling (or completely normal looking) apparition of your choice appears in the room with them. There's no question what's happening: The Reaper is here to stake their claim on the sickly s/o. But Death can be swayed. Or beaten. How do the boys react to the situation, and how would they save the reader?

BTAS Dork Squad (plus Penguin) x Reader

How ominous! They'll really have to figure out how to save their beloved! First time writing for BTAS Penguin, very exciting <3

TW: Discussions of death, religion mention

BTAS Mad Hatter

Death appears as a gentleman in fine attire and top hat. Like something out of a storybook. The only indication that he is Wrong is when he takes off his glove and reveals the skeletal bones of his hands.

Oh, no no, this simply won't do! Jervis covers your body with his, covering his face and his eyes to wash the vision of death away! Despite living within his fantasy, he's still somewhat rational. This is because of stress. Chemicals and wiring misfiring within his brain-

Yet he feels his lovers body grow cold and he whips up, looking at the Reaper, begging him to stop. The flush goes back to your feverish cheeks and he realizes this is all too real.

"What could you want? I have nothing to give of consequence!" Jervis doesn't exactly think he wants money or jewelry. Or mind control devices...

"I want them." The Reaper states, "That is what I came here for. Nothing more." Jervis wraps himself tighter around you, refusing to sit idly by- and he notices something about the gentleman. His hat is beaten. And worn.

Jervis waves his hand, "Perhaps! Perhaps I could interest you in a bit of haberdashery! Some fine fixing, as it were!"

His skill in the smallest of mechanics has given his hyperfixation for Alice in Wonderland themed clothing a definitive boost over the years. The finest threading.

A deal is made. Jervis fixes the Reapers hat and you would not be taken at this time. Through the night as you slept through fever and rattling cough, Jervis moved nimble fingers tight and steamed and molded...

In the morning dawn, you woke up. Jervis told you he was exhausted, crawling into bed with you. His fingers had several bandages and when you asked, he merely says "We had a guest in need of a hat fixing."

BTAS Scarecrow

While at first he's incredibly doubtful of the existence of this foul creature, the skeletal shadow it reaches over you makes Jon a believer. Is this some... punishment from God? Some reckoning for his past sins of wreaking fear into the hearts of man?

Is he meant to suffer his very worst fear as recompense? Is this Hell?

It is not. It is merely a trial of some sort. Death sees a chessboard and expresses interest. He'd been teaching you and playing you in the moments you were awake. Perhaps Death would like a game? A wager?

Jon is not a gambling man. What this figure might not know is that Jon has played two of the most brilliant minds in all of Gotham during their stints in Arkham- a former neuroscientist and a certified genius.

Even Death has their psychological tells. They're difficult to read, but Jonathan has had practice. Little twitches, both of them analyzing the board.

The shambling ghoul that sits across from him has no facial features. Yet, Jonathan can sense they want to win desperately. Not from wanting you, though that is a bonus. No, rather, it's a nagging fear of losing.

And that is what he needs. Faking the Reaper out, allowing them to think they've gained an upper hand for Jon to yank it out from underneath at just the right moment. Risky, but feeds into the fear and makes Death sloppy.

"Set. Match." It takes almost an hour, but Jonathan manages to beat the Reaper. His hands are trembling. His brow sweating.

Death shakes with rage and points to you in bed, "I will have them... But... not today. And one day... I will have you, too. I will not forget this." Then he disappears.

Jonathan falls asleep at your bedside, waiting for you to wake up. Your gentle hand in his hair makes his eyes flutter and you look... better. Sweet, sweet relief.

BTAS Riddler

"Oh Jonathan, if this is your idea of some tasteless joke-" it's three a.m., how did you even get in here? Edward has so much security installed, this is ridiculous- it's when the figure passes his hand over you and your skin turns a hypoxic blue that Edward panics.

You see, Death heard of a genius who made games. Self-proclaimed smartest man alive. Death has always wanted a challenge... and what better wager than the soul of one you love? Cruel, perhaps, but he's been called that many a time before.

Edward immediately takes him up on it. He'll beat you at your game, ghoul. Or, crudely stated, Game ON, bitch. With his grandiose intelligence and stratagem... Unless this spectre is somehow Batman in disguise, Edward knows he's going to win. He has to.

It's an ancient game, one Edward hasn't even heard of. Lost to the ages, Death says. It's rules and playing pieces mere ash except for what Death himself has kept. And it's rules are numerous and complex.

The playing board represents a sort of river styx. Appropriately, perhaps, the goal of the game is to wade your way out of the river before death and the other souls can take you. So it's timed as well. One player is Death. The other is the poor soul trying to escape.

"And I never lose." Death says. Edward merely responds, "Well, you've never played me."

The game lasts five hours in length. Death has an hour glass set that Edward watches in horror as each grain reminds him how close you are to dying. What he truly has to lose. But he can't let his emotions run wild.

The idea of never seeing you smile or laugh at his witticisms again- to croon and tell him you love him and that he's your genius. It spurs each moment on as he falls to what feels like constantly shifting rules.

The Reaper asks Edward as only minutes remain, "You are a man of riddles. Here's one for you: I have a beginning, but no end and I end all things that begin. What am I?"

They both know the mocking answer.

With moments to spare, The Riddler beats the game. He practically flips over the board, cheering and being generally smug. He waits to see Death's reaction.

He laughs. Waves Riddler away before shaking his hand, "Good game."

He'd heard right. And so you live through this sickness. Edward looks forward to making you laugh for years to come.

BTAS Penguin

The figure who approaches your bedside is no private doctor or nurse. Penguin questions her, his eyelids swollen from worry and stress. Her smile, at first serene, moves to a grin too wide for her face. Penguin aims his umbrella at her and finds the bullet does nothing.

She is Death and she has come for your soul. Merely step aside, little man, for it is not your time yet. She talks to him as one would a child, adding insult to injury.

If he cannot wound her, he instead begs, "This isn't right! They have done nothing! Commited no crime other than gracing me with their affections!"

"The good never last for long. We both know that." Death responds.

Penguin offers everything- gold, jewelry, the finest cloth and diamonds one could ever want! Is it money? He can give you money, he has it! Everything in his account!

"I will not be satisfied with paltry mortal things." She says, "You need to accept these things. They'll happen to you, too. The rot. The cold-"

Oswald panics. The one person who ever truly accepted him. Someone he's told everything to, even his darkest secrets. The person he wants to grow old with...!

He stands in front of you, tears in his eyes. She tells him to move. He refuses. She looks annoyed.

With his last shot, he tells her, "Then take mine if you won't be satisfied, you corrupt banshee!"

That... makes her pause, "You would give your soul? For theirs?"

He nods. Of course. Take the damn thing! What would be the point of it if you died like this? He has no need!

And so she takes his face in her hands... and begins to pull his soul out from his body. Its agonizing like this, when he's so alive. It's painful, but he accepts it-

Until she stops. And sighs. Rolls her eyes. She frowns, "You've taken all the fun from this."

And suddenly she's gone. And you're coughing awake, telling Oswald that you just had the strangest dream. He cries as he holds you.

#btas riddler #btas scarecrow #btas mad hatter #dork squad #btas penguin #riddler x reader #scarecrow x reader #penguin x reader #mad hatter x reader #foxwriting

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finniestoncrane · 14 days

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Queen of My Heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think that would be wise, Hatter.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes, my queen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jervis tetch #mad hatter #finnie writes #the mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #gotham mad hatter #gotham

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 6 months

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How about some road trip headcanons for Riddler, Harley Quinn, Anarky and Mad Hatter?

Road Trip

Riddler

He's the guy who refuses to use map when GPS takes you into weird directions.

"Everything is fine, I created it."

Refuses to ask for directions.

Very peculiar about stopping in between the destination because he doesn't want to waste time on something boring.

Absolutely asks S/O riddles during the ride and S/O does the same. Also some fun facts.

If something happens to the car, he might know how to fix it but I hope it's not tire. It will take an hour with his strength.

Harley Quinn

Most chaotic trip you have ever experienced.

She back whatever she thinks will be fun to in the meantime of driving, like bazooka, board games. If she sees yellow car S/O should be ready for a punch.

Her hyenas are going with her, there's no discussion. Unless it's a romantic trip, then maybe she leaves them with Ivy.

Radio is on full blast and there will be singing.

Pretty fun experience.

Arkham! Anarky

He wasn't outside of Gotham really so it's pretty exciting.

Makes preparation, so nothing if forgotten. Water, food, something for entertainment.

He doesn't have a license to drive, so either S/O drives or they're hiding from cops.

Honesty, he's calmer now that out of Gotham where crime isn't committed all the time. But also sour. Why can't Gotham be like this?

When he comes back, he is even more fired up about cleaning the city.

Mad Hatter

So happy! He probably brings more than needed and S/O has to clean it.

"Of course we need tea set! What if we got thristy?

Cannot sleep noght before so S/O drives the car first while she sleeps in backseat. At least he brought pillows.

Definitely talks through the ride about whatever topics got into his head.

Might listen to podcasts if his voice throat gets tired.

He sees biggest ball of yarn advertised? He stops and gets a photo there. A dinner? Food would be nice.

If S/O doesn't stop him the trip is gonna take longer than they thought.

But it's never gonna be boring. And the memories from photos will remind them off that.

#riddler x reader #mad hatter x reader #edward nygma x reader #jervis tetch x reader #arkham anarky #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #500 milestone #500 prompts

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rose-9906 · 1 year

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Hello!

Long time no see x)

Can I ask for prompt 5 , where Jack says " I hate you" to his S.O cuz they terrified him after being injured/got lost/ some terrible thing happened to them and got Jack worried?

I Could Never Hate You

Prompt 5 - “I hate you” “I love you too”

Jack Sparrow x Reader

Words - 438

Notes - I sorry it's so late, I’ve been so busy and distracted recently. I’m trying to get better. Hope you enjoy. :)

Photo Credit To Owner

“Has anyone seen (y/n)?” Jack calls out as he frantically runs around the ship, his eyes darting back and forth across the deck. There was a murmur among the crew before most called out a no or shook their head. “Maybe I’ll check the cabin again.” Jack says to no one in particular.

“(y/n)?” He calls out as he opens the door to your shared room.

“Yes?” you call back, confused as to why he sounds so frantic.

“God, I couldn’t find you, I’ve checked the whole ship twice and no one has seen you and then I thought that maybe we accidentally left you the port or you were captured or-”

You cut him off with a small kiss. “I'm completely fine Jack, I mean aside from the cut on my arm from the other day.” you look into his eyes and smile at him. “I’ve just been running around getting all the chores that no one wants to do.”

“You should be resting that arm of yours. May I have another look?” He holds your arm in his hand, careful not to touch where it's bandaged. You give him a small nod and he keeps his eyes on yours for a moment. He then lifts your sleeve over the bandage and begins to unravel it. A bit of blood has bled through and you should probably re-do the bandage anyways.

“Sit down on the bed, I’ll get you a new bandage.” Jack hurries over to the cabinet and pulls out the box of first aid things you convinced him to let you get for the ship. He hadn't liked the extra time it took to patch eachother up at first, but he slowly began to like taking care of you, and not worrying as much about whether you were going to get infected or anything.

“It looks much better.” He says as he sits down on the floor in front of the bed.

“All thanks to the medical supplies I got for us,” you say, looking at him with a smug look on your face.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too”

“You know, I don't know how you manage it,” he says while applying another bandage to your arm. “but you always seem to be right.”

“Ah, I think I was just born like that.” You smirk down at him as he ties the bandage. He leans towards you and kisses your hand resting in his, before leaving a small trail from your wrist to your lips.

“Get some rest my darling.” He whispers into your ear.

“Only if you rest with me.”

#captain jack sparrow x reader #alice in wonderland #johnny depp #edward scissorhands #jack sparrow #pirates of the caribbean #mad hatter #mad hatter x reader #the mad hatter #captain jack sparrow #theroselibrary #jack sparrow x reader

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starleska · 8 months

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Let's get you out of your misery, give me those Jervis x Reader headcanons Come on, I need my food too 😭

of course my lovely friend- we all need more Jervis x Reader headcanons in our lives 🙈💖 how about we take a look at how Jervis treats a Shy!Reader, hm? 😉

content warning for threats of hypnosis/mind control and possessive/slightly yandere behaviour!

Jervis Tetch x Shy!Reader headcanons

🎩 oh, what a curious conundrum You are to Jervis! you're so desperate to give up your dreary regular life to visit him in your own personal Wonderland, and yet ever so reticent when it comes to expressing your true desires. "Such a sweet, delicate rose," Jervis muses one day, as You have been even quieter than usual. he slips his hands around your waist and relishes in the shudder that runs through your body. "Yet I do believe painting You crimson would be a most ineffective way of turning You red. Might you give up your secrets to me more wantonly, my dear?" Jervis runs his gloved fingers over your scalp and smooths down your locks. "Or ought I to slip one of my cards into your hair?"

🎩 contrary to his gentlemanly persona, Jervis takes a great deal of pleasure in trying to push your buttons. he's a man who's forever chatting away, with his mind abuzz with all sorts of ideas, and so your tendency towards silence is baffling. he simply must know what it will take to leave you flustered. "Why, it's a marvel You and I ever met," Jervis chuckles to You one afternoon, as you sit together on a mossy bank, watching the sunset. "Had I not swept You off your feet in quite so dramatic a fashion, You would still be living the life of a dullard!" yet you're wise to Jervis' subtle taunting. You simply smile, lay your head on his shoulder and tell him that the way he speaks his beautiful. this is your simple retaliation: You love the way the compliment coats Jervis' cheeks in a blush. 🎩 in those moments when You do overcome your shy nature to say or do something a little more bold, Jervis is delighted. he always wanted his Alice to have something of an impudent streak, and it seems your shyness only amplifies the effect. "My, my...the Cheshire Cat no longer has your tongue, hm?" he cups your chin with his gloved hand, ensuring you're looking directly into his brilliant blue eyes. You flush and try to pull away, but he holds You firm. "Such behaviour doesn't become you," Jervis tuts. "Remember, my love—anger is a thoughtless thing when it comes to your Hatter. And if You don't think...You shouldn't talk."

#mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #the mad hatter #jervis tetch #mad hatter #batman: the animated series #btas #x reader #batman #starleskasks #starleskawrites #long post

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