Okay, so I promised I'd try... and I did! I'm quite happy with how it turned out and I hope you all like it as well.
Part one can be found here.
Word count: 1.1k
The characters are above the age of consent!
You never knew Larissa Weems naked in your bed was the one thing you needed to be happy before. But now it was the only thing you wanted to see for the rest of your life.
Larissa wasn't shy as you thought she'd be. When you arrived at the door, you bearly had time to open and enter before she was pulling you to your bed. Your brain was halfway ready to stop with her hands fisting on your top as if it was an insult you still had it on.
She kissed you needly, with so much pent-up frustration and aggressiveness you thought your lips would go bloody.
"Wait, let me" you interrupted her desperately trying to remove her button-up while kissing you.
She let you go with an impatient huff, your hands on top of hers and putting them away. She was breathtaking like that, with kiss-swollen lips and a blush going from her neck to her chest, disappearing behind white silk.
"I believe I said I would make you scream" you gave her a lazy side grin and arched brow, her demanding demeanour wetting your underwear.
You slowly backed her to the bed, pinning her hands beside her head. You straddled her and lowered yourself leisurely to whisper in her ear:
"Be a good girl, and let me show you"
A soft whimper escaped her mouth and you felt smug from having that effect on her. You gave her a long, dragged kiss, sucking her tongue into your mouth; her hands were white-knuckled fists when you parted.
"Don't touch me for now. I want you to concentrate that pretty head of yours only on feeling me" you instructed and she gave a curt nod, her chest heaving up and down.
You took your time unbuttoning her pyjama top, kissing every inch of exposed skin that came. Her cute tummy was a pretty creamy white you would surely have compromising dreams about, its movements betraying her want when she arched. Her bottoms were the matching set to her rich-girl pyjamas and sinfully short. Oh, you wanted to ravish her.
She didn't wear a bra, and while you dragged her shorts down her legs you left pretty love marks on her breasts. She seemed to like your tongue circling her nipple, and her hand grabbed your shoulder when you bit it lightly.
Her little whimpers and gasps were doing something to your ego and not helping at all the need you felt between your legs. When you made your way down her body, leaving kisses and bruises in your wake, you purposefully avoided going anywhere near where she wanted you to. Her mile-long legs were just as white and lovely as the rest of her, but you knew that already; the interesting thing was that its muscles were tight, her thighs tense in expectation.
You kissed her from the knee up, switching legs when your nose grazed her soaked panties.
"Fuck, please…" she whispered, her hands fisted the sheets near her hips, her arched body high enough for a pillow to fit between her and the bed "Stop torturing me" the bob of her throat sent chills through you, and you had to bite her thigh to relieve at least a bit of the want tightening your sex.
"If you ask nicely I just might" your voice is huskier than you expected, and her lust-filled gaze, when she looked at you, was a chokehold.
"Do as you're told" she growled, blown pupils similar to a wild animal.
Jesus, that girl would be the death of you. Without breaking eye contact, you slipped off her panties and lowered your face to her aching core. She smelled like heaven, she had to know paradise was between her legs.
You licked from her entrance to her clit with just the tip of your tongue, she left a high-pitched, contained scream fall from her lips, and that would simply not do.
"C'mon, baby girl, the whole point of this exercise is for you to be as loud as you want. Don't keep your screams from me, it would break my heart"
Her next sound was a scream, you had buried your face in her, sticking your tongue into her sex and sucking her. You held her hips tightly, her legs were tight around your head and you could feel her foot in the middle of your back.
She tasted divine. You could do this forever and never be satisfied. Hunger and lust could keep you going, who needed to eat or sleep? She was panting, moaning, screaming and squirming in the bed. Her hand came to your hair and pulled with so much force that it stung. You loved it.
Her sounds were rapidly turning strangled, needy and loud. When you brought a hand to rub against her clit while you ate her desperately, her cry was so loud you could swear something fell over in the other room. Her desperation was maddening, and when you felt her tense even more around you, her entrance clenching around your tongue, you doubled the effort, sucking and licking her with all you had until you heard your name on her lips in a final shout. She came furiously. Like everything she did, it was incredible. You drank all you could of her, committing the taste to memory, filing it away for later solo sessions.
She was perfect; in every sense of the word. You left her oversensitive pussy and looked at her.
Everything about her was regal. From her chest slowly stopping its rise and fall to her satisfied, sleepy smile gracing her face. She was covered in red marks that soon enough would turn green and blue, branding her yours if she wanted to.
You raised yourself and crawled back to her, planting a slow, needy kiss on her lips. You wanted her forever. Not only here, in your bed in the middle of the night. You wanted her tomorrow morning, waking up dishevelled and bashful, blushing while you recounted all the pretty noises she made the night before. You wanted her at lunch, sitting by your side pocking fun at the jocks trying to pick up girls to the Rave'N. You wanted her after class to walk around in the woods, to have picnics by the lake, to laugh and make out away from the prying eyes - and sometimes near them just to spice things up. You wanted her forever, quite foolishly so.
"What are you thinking?" she rested her chin on your shoulder, her leg fitting between yours while her hand went to your back to bring you closer.
"That I think I heard something fall in the next room before you screamed my name" you smiled cheekily. You would ask her in the morning. If you acted too rashly maybe she would get scared.
She gave you a mirthful laugh that made something in your chest tighten and light up on fire.
"I think I should return the favour" her thigh pressed against your pyjamas. Fuck, you were still clothed.
It's gorgeous outside and I was just driving down a backroad doing a cool 40mph with the windows down and the wind in my hair absolutely blasting Stayin Alive by The BeeGees (stick a pin in that song choice) and feeling so alive and in the moment.
And then I noticed a bunch of cars lined up on both sides of the road, so I slowed down a bit just in case one of them opened their door. BUT, I did not stop dance driving, or lower my music by a single decimal.
And then between a break in the cars, I see them, first all of the people wearing very nice clothing for a Saturday morning, and then the fucking pallbearers carrying a coffin on their fucking shoulders out of a small country church.
Hellooo may I have a jealous Gotham jervis tetch 🥰
A/N: yesss you may! So I know Jervis doesn't really do the whole hypnotist performer shtick anymore (he's upgraded to hypnotist homicidal terroristic felon, good for him) but I couldn't get this scenario out of my head (that may or may not have happened during a talent show at my college rip).
Trigger Warnings: violent thoughts, mentions of self-harm (through hypnotism), violence, death mention, and toxic behavior
Word Count: 1.5 k (idk it sorta took off on its own...my bad)
Gotham Mad Hatter x Reader - A Willing Participant
You were backstage with Jervis helping him prepare for another performance. You adjusted his tie and straightened out his top hat you adored. You teasingly lowered it down to cover his eyes, causing you two to giggle.
Jervis cupped his hand along the side of your face, his gloved thumb rubbing your cheek. You brought your hands up and held along his lifted arm.
"You should get going. Wouldn't want anyone to take your seat, without you knowing."
You gave him a tight smile. "Maybe, but there's still fifteen minutes until the acts start…"
He chuckled. "It'll be over soon, I'll be back by your side before you know it." Jervis leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss to your cheek that wasn't occupied by his hand.
You pouted at him when he pulled back. "That's not where they go…" You mumbled.
"Oh? Is it here?" He kissed your head.
You shook your head.
Jervis tapped his chin in faux contemplation. "Oh. I know!" Yet he kissed your nose.
"Jervis!" You jokingly scolded, before he finally gave you a proper kiss on the lips.
You could feel his warm breath as he chuckled at your sweet face glowing red along your cheeks.
"You really must go now, darling."
"Okay, okay, I'll see you soon." You smiled as you turned your heels and made your way back into the sea of tables and people.
You were able to find a decent spot in the middle and close to the front. You sat at a white clothed table with a simple classic plastic white rose in a glass vase.
The lights finally dimmed and everyone's attention was drawn to the center stage. You enjoyed the various acts, but were on the edge of your seat to see Jervis. He never fails to amaze you time and time again no matter how many times you have seen him.
There was just one more act ahead of him. Apparently they were a singer slowly climbing the ranks.
As the singer made their way to center stage, they addressed the crowd politely. Their eyes combed through the audience but somehow managed to land and stay on you.
You could feel the heat rise up in your face at the unwarranted attention. You offered a soft wave hoping that would turn their eyes away…it did only for a moment.
Fairly soon they were crooning away, a rather sappy love song…and you can’t help but notice they were still making steady eye contact with you. Especially, very deliberate lyrics of dancing, kissing, and falling in love. To say they were laying it on thick was an understatement.
A certain hypnotist took quick notice of this vocalist trying to win your affections.
It's any wonder steam wasn't pouring from under his hat or burning the top of it clean through. He was agitated and frustrated with the singer's antics.
How could they not see you're not reciprocating from the crowd, but poor you, you were always so sweet and polite to others regardless of your discomfort.
Fortunately for you, Jervis wasn't so keen to be the same when it comes to you.
As the singer finished their performance, they winked and blew a kiss towards you before trotting off stage.
Gloved fists clenched tighter as Jervis tried to restrain from downright bludgeoning this person within an inch of their life.
He did, however, manage to follow close behind them. All he had to do was open the gates to their mind with a little small talk.
"My, that was quite the performance, singing your heart out to anyone in particular?" He asked slyly.
The singer chuckled. "I guess, you can say that…what's your act?"
"Oh, nothing quite as passionate but more so…entrancing as yours…"
The singer's ears rang with the sound of a ticking pocket watch as their vision was clouded with the even swinging watch.
Swinging left…right…left…right…
Tick…tock…tick…tock…
~~~~~~~~~
You were a heated blushing mess. Not sure what to make of whatever just transpired. You were fumbling with the cloth napkin in your lap. Shaking your head, you try to forget them as Jervis was finally due to come on.
Oh God, did he see?
"Good evening, everyone!"
A smile grew on your face, there he was, finally after what seemed like forever! You could put that off-putting, forthcoming, flirtatious singer behind you-
"Hey there~"
What. The. Hell?
"Um..hi..uh this seat is taken.." You got annoyed now, your politeness tank was about to go empty.
"I just wanted to-"
"Look, I-I don't reciprocate whatever feelings you're expressing–I am taken and by the person performing now so if you could just leave–"
A spotlight landed on the singer and you almost fell out of your seat in surprise. You immediately kept quiet, unsure of what Jervis was up to.
"Ah! A willing participant I presume?"
"Oh, uh, yeah…sure.." the singer got up and headed toward the stage.
Your heart was hammering, Jervis was capable of anything and that endless notion of anything had you hanging on by a thread.
Sitting on the edge of your seat, you watched as Jervis made the singer do the traditional hypnotist routine. Make someone think they're an animal, have someone do something they wouldn't normally do like a cartwheel or handstand.
To be honest, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the singer being made an even bigger fool out of themselves than they were with you.
"Now, while under my complete hypnosis you'll find…not only can I control their mind… but also learn what's on their mind…"
"Tell me fellow artist, what about tonight has caught your…special interest?"
"Them right there…when I first walked out on stage…I knew I wanted to talk to them…get to know them…" The singer pointed straight at you and spoke with such moving sincerity. They even dropped to their knees as if begging for the possibility to still become reality.
You couldn't respond because of the death grip you had on the napkin and you constantly swallowing the stubborn frog in your throat.
You looked around you as the audience gasped and murmured curiously.
"I wanted to take them with me, back to my–"
Before they finished that statement Jervis snapped his fingers and the singer fell on their face.
"Oops.." Jervis playfully cringed.
The singer groaned as they regained consciousness. Wobbling their weight as they got their footing back.
"W-whoa…did I-I perform again?"
The audience gasped in unison as they realized the singer was acting on their own accord. The room erupting in applause for Jervis. Whilst the singer took in the applause for their own as if they actually did perform an encore. Jervis swiftly snapped the lid to his pocket watch next to the singer's ear and they went rigid like a mannequin.
Jervis whispered in a hush tone behind a beaming smile. "Once the curtains fall, so do you. Go away and erase yourself from view. Rather by train or roof it doesn't matter…as long as your heart seizes to pitter patter."
As the applause continued to fill the showroom. Jervis bowed and the singer stayed motionless until the curtains fell. Then the singer was off through the backstage and out the door.
You jumped up and headed backstage to Jervis, only to see him heading your way as the crowd dispersed.
"Jervis, darling, I-I I'm sorry I- I don't know what they wanted, or who they are…or what-what’s going on but, but…"
Jervis cupped your face into the palm of his hands, and stroked each of your cheeks with his thumb. Your skin began to flush warm, as the weight of confusion and embarrassment slowly began to lift.
Jervis shushed you sweetly, “don’t worry about it, my love…it’s all sorted out. No hard feelings.”
You quirked your eyebrow, “are you sure? Jervis…they came on kinda strong…and what you had them admit to…”
“--I do apologize for that, you didn’t need to hear that.”
You shook your head. “Y-You didn’t know, you seemed surprised youself. It’s..it’s fine. Just uncomfortable.” You began rubbing your arms with your hands, trying to calm the rising goosebumps.
Jervis turned to your side and offered his arm for you to link his. “I’m here now…no one will ever bother you whilst I’m by you side. No matter what.”
“I know Jervis, even if you have your own way of showing it…I do appreciate it.” You linked your arm with his and immediately leaned into his side as you two began exiting out of the club.
As you two walked out to head back to the hotel, you both stopped at the scene just outside the doors.
Red, blue, and white lights flashed on top of two GCPD cars. Yellow tape was being drawn by an officer and there was a lonely white sheet with a pool of blood seeping from under it.
You gasped at the scene, Jervis quickly shielded you from it with his hat. He guided you down the sidewalk and back to your two’s temporary home.
“Such a terrible accident! And the driver just-just left! How crazy!”
“Yes, it’s a mad world out there indeed…” Jervis lamented, hoping you didn’t see the sly smirk on his face.
