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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

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maweallgotohell · 8 months

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Jerome Valeska - Brother's Assistant pt.1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?

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He found him.

He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.

For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.

He wanted him to feel unsafe.

He wanted him to be afraid.

A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.

And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.

For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?

It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.

* ring*

To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.

" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.

Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.

" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.

" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.

Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.

Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.

" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.

...Xan?

You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?

„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.

" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.

" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.

The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.

It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.

Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.

" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.

She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.

" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."

He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.

You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.

" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"

He nodded.

" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.

" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."

You nodded.

"I'll be right back."

And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.

" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.

Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.

You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.

You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.

He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.

It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.

You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.

" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."

He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.

"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.

"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.

"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.

Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.

"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.

Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.

"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."

He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.

Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.

But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.

The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.

She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.

No.

Until that moment when she opened the door for him.

" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."

He sighed.

He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.

But he didn't.

Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.

He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.

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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.

> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<

At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.

But then it hit him like a crash.

Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.

He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.

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word count: 1820

The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.

C ya

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frost-queen · 5 months

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Reversed roles (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: Reader is Jeremiah's therapist at Arkham. When the roles are reversed it is time for Jeremiah to be in charge and do whatever he likes with you.

“Ah Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out upon seeing you enter the room. You gave him a soft glare as he lowered his enthusiasm. – “Ma’am.” - he expressed in a deep voice trying to be half funnily. Taking a deep breath you pulled the chair back. Jeremiah came leaning his elbow on the table, resting his knuckles under his chin.

“I’ve missed you doctor.” – he said as you sat down. – “Then you are the first.” – you told him looking for a pen in your pockets. He chuckled with a wide smile. – “Normally people hate therapy.” – you continued taking out a pen. – “I like you doctor.” – he responded all cheeky.

It made you quirk your eyebrow at him. – “This isn’t a playdate Mr. Valeska.” – you reminded him. – “It could be?” – he answered. You looked around the small pale room. – “Very romantic.” – you said sarcastically. Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, moving his hands behind his head. – “We can make it very romantic.” – he suggested glancing down at his own lap.

Almost inviting you over to come over and sit on it. You flashed your eyes down unamused by his attempt. – “Auch doc.” – he outed sounding like a wounded puppy. Exhaling loud you lifted your head back up. – “Shall we begin Mr. Valeska?”

Jeremiah shrugged his shoulders. You clicked your pen with a quick quirk of your brow at his lack of co-operation. – “You keep requesting me here Mr. Valeska. Why if you are not motivated to take on my therapy.” – you said as he snorted loud. – “What you really think talking about my feelings will magically make me sane?” – he laughed it away.

“It could be a start.” – you proposed inviting him to start. Jeremiah lowered his arms, changing his posture in the chair. – “I am more of an actions first type of guy.” – he told you. You hummed intrigued scribbling down as you mumbled out loud enough to him.

“Violent.” – Jeremiah puffed loud at how you were keeping the charade of being his therapy doctor up. It bothered him that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted from you. There was a reason he kept requesting you for therapy even though he never wanted it.

Manipulating the guards into having a change of heart when it wasn’t the case. They were just foolish enough to buy it. Jeremiah leaned over the table taking your notebook and tossing it behind him. The pages fluttered open before it hit the wall. Dropping down to the floor, some loose pages scattered around.

You leaned a bit to the side to look past him to your notebook. – “You owe me a notebook.” – you spoke. – “You owe me your attention.” – he responded mocking the dull tone in your voice. – “I’m paying you to be here so I get to decide what I do with you.” – he made clear. – “You don’t pay me at all. The asylum does.” – you stated with a sneer driving him wild.

Jeremiah started to clap, applauding you. – “You are one tough one to crack.” – he said with a silly smile on his lips. – “Finally common ground.” – you answered. Jeremiah got up, shoving his chair back. He pressed his hands firm on the steel table. You didn’t even flinch feeling his fierce eyes pierce at you.

You looked back at him with a tiny smile. – “Does my lack of attention make you angry?” – you asked him. He licked his lip brief, turning his head. Clearly bothered that you were spot on. – “I’ll take that as a yes.” – you filled in. He looked back at you with a silly grin. – “I want your attention, all of it.” – he spoke full of mischief.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me.” – he went on straightening his posture. You kept your eyes on him as he slowly moved around the table over to you. – “I want your devoted attention.” – he continued rounding your side. – “What will you have me do?” – you responded intrigued what his intentions with these sessions were.

He set his hands on the bars of your chair, letting the feet scrape over the floor as he turned you in the chair to him. It made you swallow soft, feeling your heart rate slightly pick up. Jeremiah bend down, leaning in closer. – “It’s my turn to tell you what to do doc.” – he said staring hungry at your eyes. – “Is that s…” – you couldn’t finish your sentence as he had grabbed your throat, pushing your head back. His grip caught you off guard, making you blink a few times to process his hand around your throat.

Jeremiah chuckled devious loosening his fingers around your neck. He let his hand slide down your neck to your chest. His eyes following his movement till they landed on your lap. He smiled. – “May I?” – he asked, sitting down without permission. You felt his weight on your thighs. The thumping of your heart beating through your muscles with his pressure. He exhaled loud looking up to the ceiling for a moment. His arms resting on your shoulders. – “Isn’t this nice doc?” – he asked not wanting to hear an answer.

You turned your head to the side, trying not to fall under his spell. It was so clear he was toying with you. Messing you up and manipulating you. He knew damn well how good looking he was. Knowing no woman could resist his charm. His gaze went down on you once more, seeing you were keeping your head away from him. Jeremiah clicked his tongue, grabbing you by your chin.

He swayed his finger in front of you. – “All your attention Y/n.” – he reminded you. He drew himself nearer letting his cheek brush against yours to reach your ear. – “I can do whatever I like with you.” – he whispered making you feel slightly intimidated and strangely attracted to it. – “There will be guards soon.” – you told him. You heard him breath out a chuckle by your ear. – “We still have twenty minutes, doll.” – he said out loud to send a wave of fear over you.

You swallowed nervously knowing he had his grip on you for another twenty minutes now. He moved his head back to look at you. – “Are you frightened?” – he let out. Strangely you weren’t. Shaking your head you let him know. Your gesture seemed to amuse him. – “Very well doll.” – he spoke as his thumb slid down your cheek. – “Now it is my time to give you therapy.” – he paused his thumb on your underlip, flashing his gaze down to it. – “Therapy of insanity.” – he filled in with a hushed voice.

With his thumb he forced your chin down, opening your mouth. Before you could response properly had he pressed his mouth onto yours. Slipping his tongue right in your mouth. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth. His tongue brushed up your upper teeth before he sucked it back in, closing his lips on yours. Kissing your lips roughly. Staining your lips with his sanity. A gentle pull on your hair made you join in. Unable to resist not joining the party. The hotness of his lips demanding your participation. Whatever game he was playing it seemed to affect you. Unable to stay away from it.

What’s wrong with me? You thought as you moved your hands around his neck, grabbing onto the back of his neck. Your chest pressed itself against him taking a bit of control back. Jeremiah released his lips from you with a smirk. – “Somone is eager.” – he teased. – “Shut up and kiss me.” – you demanded pushing his head closer to you. Wanting his hot lips on yours again.

You didn’t have to say that twice as Jeremiah kissed you once more. Blood began to pump harder to your legs as a warmness spread inside of you. What was he doing to you? It was clear he was manipulating you yet you couldn’t stay away from it. Eager to be bound and do his bidding. Whatever he demanded you were willing to give. Surrender fully to him like a lapdog. Lips retracted once more as he smiled touching your cheek with a quick touch.

“Look at you.” – he said noticing the flush in your cheeks. You were panting, ushering your chest closer to him yearning for more. He had you right where he wanted you and you didn’t care. He removed himself from your lap as it pulsated strong. He went back around the table to the wall. Bending down to pick up your notebook. – “Can’t have you leaving without this.” – he said casually as if he just hadn’t kissed you till you saw stars.

He placed the notebook on the table, sliding it over to you. – “Next week same time?” – he asked as you could only nod. – “Good girl.” – he said going round the table again. He went to the door, knocking loudly at it. There he waited for the guards to open up. With one hand in his pocket was he waiting.

As if he had been the therapist ending the session and you the patient. The door opened as the guards were surprised to see him. They cuffed him once more. Before they walked off with him, had he turned around to you. – “I enjoyed this session. Very progressive for my well-being.” – he teased striking you with a wink.

The guards took him with them as you were left alone. You needed at least a few more moments to recollect yourself. The smell of his insanity still lingering on you. You laughed loud trying to cope with the fact that he has you under his thumb now. Grabbing your notebook you took your leave. Anticipating the next session where you no longer cared what he would do to you. As long as it made you feel wanted by him that was enough.

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amomentsescape · 5 months

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"What the hell was that?!" an officer yelled.

Everyone in the department began to crowd around the windows, trying to see what was going on.

In the far distance, they could see a building up in flames, the smoke already permeating the clear blue sky.

"Get back, get back!" another officer yelled.

And soon enough, the front of the GCPD was in shambles. The smell of dust and fresh air began to wash over the rest of the building, everyone terrified at the sudden explosion.

Just as the smoke cleared Jeremiah stepped in with his followers, all of the officers reaching for their guns in an instant.

"Now that I have your attention..."

His eyes scanned the room.

"Where is my (Y/N)?"

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your-nanas-house · 7 months

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Smart little girl

◇ Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: age gap (they are both adults), assistant reader, kiss, Jeremiah

◇ Summary: Jeremiah loves to listen to Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. JEROME's version here.

Jeremiah's piercing green eyes continued to remain fixed on the girl in front of him, he had recently hired her as an assistant and continued to be impressed by her intellect.

He found her charming, beautiful and with brains it's a decidedly little known combo in Gotham City, he didn't care much about their age gap in the end they were both adults and he had an excuse to call her 'his smart little girl'.

He started calling her that because the young girl could find a solution to everything, could answer anything, and would give you the exact dictionary definition if you asked her— she was practically a walking, living ecyclopedia.

At that moment Y/n was busy talking about a topic that fascinated her from a book she was reading and although Jeremiah wasn't very interested, the way she spoke and told things enchanted him making him keep his eyes on her throughout the weather.

"I really like Shakespeare, the contrast between him and—" she stopped for a moment finally noticing that Jeremiah didn't speak at all and she was rambling since almost 15 minutes

"I'm sorry, Miah" she added quickly, smiling softly hoping he wasn't mad at her even though he looked just lost and she couldn't really read his blank expression— reason because she didn't expected the sudden hungry kiss that she received.

"I love when you talk, darling, but you need to learn how to shut up a bit— am I right, my smart little girl?" Jeremiah asked, licking his lips after they broke the kiss.

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swanimagines · 6 months

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GOTHAM AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR GOTHAM

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Jim Gordon

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Jonathan Crane

Sid

MISC

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(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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layla4567 · 7 months

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That's how the money works

Summary: Villain par excellence (much more efficient than other male villains) you are in a relationship with Jeremiah Valeska and you are his queen of Gotham: Lady Gotham

Warnings: maybe a lil suggestive, fighting, mention of injuries and blood, mention of harassment of women, bad words/coarse language

wc: 1.8k this is hort folks

A/N: inspired by Lady Gaga's song "money honey"

Clicking hard with your steps echoing on the cold wet sidewalk of Gotham City. The nauseating vapors came from the sewers and gave the city a mysterious and dangerous vibe, it was always like that. It was night and you were tired, the last robbery went perfectly, you always got what you wanted. This time you were dreaming about a pearl necklace that you saw in a shop window, you remember telling your boyfriend Jeremiah that you were going to get it no matter what it took. He looked at you with a knowing and mocking look because he knew it was true. And there the necklace was now, adorning your neck exposed to the cold temperatures of Gotham.

A luxurious life is what you always aspired to, and being a villain it was much easier to achieve. Although to be honest Jeremiah was a lot of help, you know, he's a millionaire and he can buy you anything, and he does, but it's much more fun to steal. You are an independent woman too. You knew that trying to be a hero in this putrid city would never lead to great things, Gotham had been lost for a while. And that stupid Bruce still believed there was hope, poor thing. With you at the helm as queen of Gotham City there was no place to hide. You continued walking, taking off your sunglasses to put them on your head, it was night but you didn't care, it made you look elegant. Your long black dress with a cut on the leg accentuated your best curves and caught eyes, but be careful of the slimy guy who whistles at you on the street and says dirty things to you.

To top it off, your beautiful white feather boa hugged your back and rested in your arms, serving as a shelter. Every step you took squared your hips. You passed near an alley where there were two tall guys who looked like thugs, when you passed they licked their lips and gave you lustful glances. You made a face of annoyance and disgust.

"Hey doll, what is a pretty girl doing alone at night?"

"What do you fucking care, idiot?"

The other jerk who hadn't said anything whistled in amusement as he continued to look at you up and down.

"Chill out pretty, don't get angry with us"

They were making you sick. You gritted your teeth and continued on your way in silence, or so you intended when one of them grabbed you by the arm tightly.

"ah, ah, ah where do you think you're going huh?"

If you were a different person you would be terrified and shaking, but all you felt was an angry anger building in your stomach and chest like a volcano about to erupt. They didn't know who they were messing with.

"If you don't want to lose your useless arm you better let me go NOW"

You struggled until you got away but the other asshole got in front of you and cornered you, you were in the middle of those two creeps who were now starting to get angry.

"You're not leaving here, bitch."

The one who was in front of you grabbed you by the wrists making you hurt and he clung closer to you. Now they were going to meet you. Baring your teeth, you kneed the person in front of you in the groin; he doubled over, uttering insults. The guy behind you grabbed you by the stomach trying to get you off the ground but you were faster and threw your head back, headbutting hard towards his face. He screamed and put his hand to his bloody nose. The other one who was lying on the floor started to get up but you kicked him in the stomach, leaving him immobilized.

"Damn whore!!"

Still holding his nose he tried to punch you but you stopped him just in time and hit him in the ribs. Before he fell to the ground in pain, you grabbed him by the face near the jaw with your cat claws digging into his flesh, scratching it and causing him to bleed slightly. You brought his face closer to yours so he could listen carefully.

"Listen to me, you stupid bastard, if you were looking for a defenseless woman to preach your disgusting things, you were in the wrong person. I feel sorry for the woman who had to give birth to such a useless being like you."

You spat the words like they were bullets piercing his skull, your eyes flashing with rage like burning flames. Your nails kept digging into his skin. They'll probably leave a nice mark tomorrow. With your face contorted with anger you slammed the man's head into the ground hard, it made a crunching sound when it hit the cement. But he had not died, no, he would simply suffer some bruise or fracture. Painful enough for him to remember who he had messed with.

You turned around threateningly and breathing hard towards where the other guy was ready to continue fighting if necessary. The idiot was still on the floor clutching his stomach, visibly terrified, you couldn't help a small grimace similar to a smile on your lips. You slowly crouched close to him who tried to crawl away from you without success, he was still very sore and you could see it in his expressions.

You tilted your head, considering your words. "You're lucky you're still alive or Jeremiah isn't here with me." Upon hearing that name, the guy's face turned pale as wax as he opened his eyes wide, a feeling of pride flooding your chest. Mr. Valeska as you used to call him was the most feared villain and you were proud to be able to stand by his side.

"Oh I see you know him, well in that case you know that his favorite prey are the perverts who harass women and of course, that he loves to test his new acid tanks on them" You stood up now smiling smugly. "So if I were you I would be careful next time, take that as advice." You shrugged your shoulders and left the alley with the same confidence and security that you felt before this attack.

As you approached the mansion you could notice that your nail had broken "fuck" you cursed under your breath. The truth is that after that fight you were no longer as presentable as before, your perfectly combed and stretched bun was now letting out rebellious strands and you were panting from the effort of the fight. He noticed that, and as quickly as you entered, somewhat disheveled, he looked up from his desk where he was arranging and cleaning his weapons on top of some plans and fixed it on the person who had entered.

"Darling, what the hell happened to you?"

His deep voice took on a serious but calm tone, when he spoke like that you knew he was trying to control his confusion and anger. He sometimes got upset when you went out alone or were reckless about who you messed with. But you were his Lady Gotham and he couldn't hate you for that, on the contrary, he knew perfectly well that you were capable of disarming an army of men with a look, and he was delighted to have a faithful and loyal companion like you.

You tried to make light of it by standing up straight, crossing one leg in front of the other, one hand on your hip and the other brushing a rebellious strand out of your face. Jeremiah snorted, feigning exasperation, but a glow dilated his pupils. You knew that when you posed like that he melted

"Come here"

He ordered, pushing the chair he was sitting in back with his feet to move away from the desk and make room for you, then he patted his thighs demandingly. There were countless times you had sat on his thighs, sometimes when he was working on a new plan. Sometimes you did it casually or when you wanted me to buy you something, and other times it ended up being something else. You bit your lower lip and approached him, sitting on his legs with yours between the space he had left. You placed your arms around his neck.

"Some thugs harassed me in an alley." You said with an anguished pout, trying to be sad.

Jeremiah's face tensed as he looked at you seriously. He knew very well that you were not just any defenseless girl, even so, having some miserable perverts hissing at his favorite woman was something that made his blood boil.

You noticed that his face was acquiring a slight reddish color, furious with anger. You placed a finger on the tip of his nose. "But don't worry, I taught them good manners." You ended up smiling mischievously and openly.

The villain's face relaxed and a seductive smile emerged. He loved a woman who knew how to defend herself, he loved you.

"That's my girl". He smiled wider looking at your lips.

Without waiting any longer, you succumbed to your desires and kissed him passionately, licking his lower lip. With each kiss he placed his hand on your thigh and slid it, caressing you up and down. Suddenly his gloved hand slowly came up and came dangerously close to your inner thighs. The fabric of his glove tickled you. You moaned into his mouth.

"Miah..!"

He flashed you his white-toothed smile in response. Your lips were running over his chin and jaw, barely resting on his pale skin, humming his name. Your warm full lips rested on his neck and you smiled against his skin while he caressed your back. You felt his breath and his fragrance near your ear.

At the best moment, Ecco came in abruptly, opening the door with a slam, making you jump and making Miah's muscles tense.

"Tell me one good reason not to blow your mind with a bullet now for interrupting my office like that."

Jeremiah's face was serious again, he didn't even bother to get up from the seat or push you off his lap. The clumsy Ecco swallowed and spoke with an erratic and fast voice like a nervous hummingbird.

"I'm sorry, but it's the weapons supplier. He says he does not accept the payment terms. In fact, he's here waiting at the front door".

The pale man uttered insults in a low voice with his eyes still on Ecco but he did not seem to see her, his mind was beyond this earthly plane, devising a plan. Suddenly you had an idea.

"Oh but who does he think he is!" You said out loud dramatically as if you were in a theater. Jeremiah looked at you surprised but he caught your intentions at once, you had that Machiavellian glow on your face and he knew what it meant.

"I think we should teach him good manners, don't you think dear?". He said smiling and looking at you knowingly.

Oh yes, Team Valeska was back in action, it was so romantic to destroy annoying people together as a team. Who wanted one threat when the world could have two?

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first time writing for this fandom of which I'm not a part and I have no idea what the series is about or most of its characters, but tumblr insists on showing me fics about the valeska twins in my feed, so here I am.. *sighs*

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valeskawhore · 2 years

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Imagine

Jeremiah becoming utterly obsessed with Y/n Wayne? The older sister to Bruce.

—-

You sighed, shrugging your coat off as you closed the door shut behind you with the heel of your foot.

You hung your purse up next to you coat and made your way into the threshold, entering the kitchen. It had been a long long long day and all you wanted right now was something to eat and a few extra hours of sleep.

You grabbed a pack of cookies from your snack drawer and began to pour yourself a glass of wine, taking the bottle with you. This will be healthy enough for dinner.. I mean, at least your eating something first before consuming alcohol.

Exiting the kitchen, you flicked the lights on in the living room and about jumped three feet in the fucking air when you saw Jeremiah smirking in the corner. Sitting in one of your love seats comfortably, drinking his own glass of wine.

��Hello Dearest,” he smiled creepily, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back in the chair. “Is that my wine?” You asked rhetorically. You knew it was, you just wanted him to admit it.

“I thought this bottle felt lighter than before.” You shrugged, taking a seat on the opposite side of Jeremiah. Getting comfortable on your couch, swinging your feet up on the coffee table.

“What do you man, miah?” You took a gulp of your wine, relaxing into the couch whilst grabbing the remote. This was going to take a while.

“To be in your company, nothing more.” He smiled, clasping his hands together with a giggle.

“Well unfortunately for you,” I sighed, taking another gulp. “I’m tired so, hippity hoppity, get the fuck off my property.” I made shooing motions towards my intruder.

Jeremiah smiled again, still staring deep into my eyes. “No.”

I groaned, tilting my head back. “Don’t make me call Gordon, I hate talking to him.. he’s so fucking lonely it hurts.”

“…..I cut the phone lines.”

“Of course you did, miah.”

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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*in text*

Jerome: If you were a triangle you’d be a acute one

Jerome:

Jerome: Please respond

You: Weirdo

Jeremiah: hey jerome stop texting my fucking (s/o) and calling them triangles and shit

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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mandatory brunch meeting — jerome valeska

MANDATORY BRUNCH MEETING. | Jerome Valeska.

NOTES: possible part 2? 3rd person, reader is female

WARNINGS: pet names.

After Jerome, Jervis, and Jonathan all subsequently caused chaos after their breakout of Arkham, each one had been mumbling about the future plan led on by none other than Jerome himself.

Hours and hours Jerome would hype himself up and scatter around the huge mansion as he concocted an idea alongside Crane and Tetch.

When the day did finally arrive for the Legion of Horribles to gather around for a meeting, she nonetheless was left out of it for safety reasons.

That was, until she heard a very scratchy voice yell.

“Use the tongs, Carl!”

Knowing that it was her boyfriend's voice, she got up, and made her way to the dining room, where Jerome was the last one to notice her arrival.

She sauntered up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close. “So I heard someone making big boy plans without me, hm?”

Jerome chuckled, “Ah, dollface. Ya figured me out, haven't you?” He turned his head to look at her, inhaling her scent as if it were the last time he would. “I'll fill you in later. For now, you should get ready. I've got a big day planned for ya, princess.”

She tutted, a small smile on her face, before getting back up. Humming, she gently scratched the top of Jerome's head, knowing he loved how it felt. “Is that so?” She kissed the back of his head, “Then I'll be waiting, my little ginger menace.”

As she walked back, his eyes were glued on her, a look of endless infatuation deep within his eyes. He had to tear himself away before clearing his throat. “Alright, cronies, back to where we left off...”

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sharing-with-my-gnomies · 11 months

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☆ imagine ☆

Jeremiah Valeska X Reader

Jeremiah comes out of his bunker after several years hiding in it and meets Y/n, from there there an obsession starts. They could meet for some reason...like the bump into each other in the crowd and her perfume can't leave Jeremiah's nose so he starts searching her to be able to see, touch and sniff again.

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holymultiplefandomsbatman · 2 years

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Maybe I Was Jealous || Jeremiah Valeska Imagine Part 2

Jeremiah Valeska x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Jeremiah has decided to confess his feelings to you. He has made an elaborate plan and has considered everything... except human error. Ecco and Jerome keep interrupting him, and then there’s even an attack on the bunker. In the end, Jeremiah confesses to you in the worst way he could’ve imagined - but you don’t react like he expected.

Words: 2.47k

Requested by: @one-obsession-at-a-time-people @samantharaevelcher @eovjjj @la-reina-de-mi-viva

Here it is! I hope everyone likes it, and that you guys are happy about this sequel. :) You can find part 1 here.

Jeremiah stared at the office wall where he’d hung up the big map of Gotham. Tiny colorful dots were scattered across it, each little dot a pin that he’d meticulously placed. They showed attack scenarios, possible targets, anything important about the city, really.

There were red pins, which showed targets and attack strategies - red being the main color on the map. The green pins were for observations, like a list of Jerome’s hideouts and some of Penguin’s main locations.

And then there were the yellow ones, just two or three amidst so much red and green.

Yellow meant Y/n. The pins symbolized your favorite places in Gotham, just in case Jeremiah ever needed the information. In case you disappeared and he needed to find you.

In case he finally managed to confess to you. So far, Jeremiah hadn’t been lucky in that regard.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, either, no matter what Jerome kept saying whenever the two of them crossed paths.

Jeremiah had tried, multiple times, in fact. But unfortunately, something had always gotten in his way. Be it the few times he’d been interrupted by Jerome himself barging into the room, or Ecco coming in to ask something or to inform him about new developments just when Jeremiah had tried to get the words out.

It was as if the two of them somehow knew, through some inexplicable link.

Not only did it frustrate Jeremiah to no end, but it also worried him a lot. He really didn’t know how many more times he’d manage to get you alone before you’d grow suspicious or annoyed with him. Or, worst case scenario, you’d tell him to leave you alone, that you didn't want anything to do with him.

The thought was so painful, and yet, it kept gnawing on him constantly. He had Jerome to thank for that. He’d been the one to plant it in his head, after all.

Jeremiah just couldn’t imagine a life without you in it, without your presence around. Sometimes, when the doubts became too much and clouded his mind, he’d find himself looking for those little signs that you were still here. Like the packaging of your favorite food in the garbage, or papers in his office where you’d been scribbling random notes or thoughts, or maybe even little drawings.

Seeing these little signs calmed Jeremiah’s fear. Y/n was still here, and she wouldn’t leave anytime soon, either.

At least he hoped so.

Still, it didn’t solve Jeremiah’s problem. He still hadn’t confessed to you, after weeks of trying his best to make it happen. He was slowly running out of ideas.

This time, Jeremiah had planned to get you alone in his office while Ecco was completing a task he’d given her and Jerome was spying on Penguin. It was the perfect plan, with every obstacle out of the way.

Nobody could get into the bunker, after all, it was the perfect safe space. Or so he’d thought.

You were sitting on his desk, your legs hanging from the edge as you listened to him talk. Jeremiah had decided to ask you about one of his plans to attack the Penguin, hoping it would catch your attention so he could then confess to you.

“Well, but you leave yourself open for an attack from Riddler like that, right?,” you asked, pointing out a hole in his plan that he genuinely hadn’t considered before.

Jeremiah stared at you for a moment before he nodded, scribbling a note onto his papers to not forget Riddler in his equations.

“Alright, so I’ll have to take care of Riddler first to not have that happen.,” he said, almost like the thought had just come to his mind.

You just smiled at him and nodded. Jeremiah would never grow tired of seeing you smile like that, he’d do anything to watch that expression grow on your face once again.

He snapped himself out of it with effort and looked down at his plan to remember where he’d left off. It was as if seeing you smile had deleted any previous thoughts from his mind.

“After the Riddler, I’d have to take care of Bargara Kean and Tabitha Galavan. Probably Galavan first, she’d notice immediately if something is off.”

You nodded along, tilting your head to the side as you considered his words.

“And Barbara is easier to distract than Tabitha. Tabitha first makes the most sense.”

Jeremiah looked up from his notes once again, finding himself easily distracted by the sound of your voice. He tried his best not to stare at you too obviously. It was so unlike him to be distractible like this, to lose focus of the important things so quickly.

Well, you were important to him, after all.

“‘Miah?”

You looked at him, a little bit of concern etched into the way your mouth was slightly twisted, or the expression in your eyes. The sound of your voice when you addressed him with that nickname, that special nickname only you used for him, had goosebumps breaking out all the way down his arms.

Jeremiah took a deep breath. It was now or never…

He reached for your hand, something so unlike him. In any other situation, he would’ve cringed at similar behavior, but this was you. And you mattered.

“Y/n, I--”

The office door slammed open.

Jeremiah let go of your hand as if he had burned himself, snapping his head around to whomever was standing in the doorway. Whoever dared to interrupt him, again.

It was Ecco, because of course it would be. But her face was twisted in something almost akin to panic, and that was entirely new.

Before she could say a word, the sirens started blaring.

Jeremiah exchanged a quick look with Ecco, finding her nodding to confirm his unspoken suspicion.

Security breach.

You looked in between them with a frown, confusion written all over your face. In the years you’d been living here, nothing like this had ever happened.

“What is it?,” you asked after nobody offered an explanation. You had to raise your voice due to the siren.

Jeremiah’s gaze snapped to you, and he was struck by an emotion almost unknown to him. Fear.

This wasn’t your fight, you had nothing to do with any of this. If you were to die…

He couldn’t allow himself to finish that thought. He needed his mind to work, for it to be as sharp as usual, and you were a distraction he didn’t need. So, he spoke the words he’d never expected to say.

“Ecco, find my brother! I need him to take Y/n away from here.”

His assistant looked at him with shock written all over her features, but she complied after a moment and hurried out of the office.

Jeremiah turned to you, finding you wide-eyed, your teeth gnawing on your lip in worry. He reached out to you, taking hold of one of your arms with a rough grip. A second later, he realized and let go of you a little bit, making sure he wasn’t squishing your arm.

“That siren means security breach. We’re under attack.”

Your eyes widened, beautiful eyes that he loved to watch as you looked over one of his new projects, or while you were concentrated on your notes. Your eyebrows would furrow together then, just like they did now. But this was unfortunately not a look of concentration.

“By who?,” you asked, your voice shaking as you leaned closer to him. It was very likely something you weren’t even aware of, and that realization hit Jeremiah right in the chest. You trusted him so much that he was the first source of protection you sought out in the case of danger.

Or he was simply the only person here who could protect you right now.

Jeremiah suppressed a growl at the little voice in his head that just wouldn’t shut up. Usually, he would rely on it to keep himself thinking realistically. When it came to you, however, he had long since come to hate that little voice.

“We don’t know,” he answered your question, trying to keep his voice as stable as possible. He couldn’t allow weakness right now, for his own sake as well as for yours. You’d only worry more, and he didn’t want you to be anxious.

Jeremiah would protect you, no matter what.

The door to his office flew open again, and Ecco entered with Jerome at her heels. Jerome didn’t even pay attention to anyone, heading right for the table you were sitting on, as if you were his main priority.

“Heya, dollface!,” he greeted you, his usual smile on his face.

You relaxed just a little bit at the sight of him, and Jeremiah’s teeth ground together.

Jerome quickly reached for you, lifting you up into his arms. You raised your own arms and secured them around his neck to keep yourself upright. But there was still that worried look on your face, and your eyes still searched for Jeremiah as you were in his brothers arms.

Jeremiah nodded at you, the sirens still blaring in his ears. He shot you a tiny smile, hoping to calm you down just enough.

You nodded in response before Ecco ushered everyone to the secret tunnels. It was the last Jeremiah saw of your face, before the doors closed behind all of them and the only thing on his mind was survival.

The fight lasted for ages. Jeremiah didn’t know what had prompted Penguin’s little goons to attack him this time. Maybe it was the destruction of their newest loot from last week, or maybe Jerome had been spotted while he spied on them today. Ultimately, it didn’t matter.

Penguin had new weapons at his disposal now, and they looked very similar to the ones the GCPD were using at Haven to keep people just like them away. Jeremiah wondered if they had joined forces. That would surely be a problem.

After hours of mindless shooting, Penguin’s little army ran out of bullets. Jeremiah exchanged a look with Ecco next to him, who simply nodded. Sometimes, it was truly useful to have someone who could read his thoughts so easily.

Jeremiah grabbed the rocket launcher she handed him, aiming at the enemy with almost careless eyes.

No matter where he shot, they��d suffer.

Screams erupted once he pulled the trigger and the weapon fired, hitting right into Penguin’s goons. Jeremiah watched the destruction with a grin on his face. Maybe now they’d stop coming after him. Maybe they’d finally realized he was unbeatable.

Jeremiah shot once more, this time blowing up the trucks that held Penguin’s remaining weaponry arsenal. He watched it all go up in flames and grinned to himself.

After that demonstration of strength, the enemy quickly retreated. A few minutes later, the blaring of the sirens stopped, showing that Penguin’s little army had disappeared. The threat had been evaded.

Jeremiah and Ecco waited a few minutes longer to make sure there wasn’t a second, surprise attack planned, before they made their way back inside to the secret door in his office.

The moment the door opened, you stormed outside, wrapping your arms around Jeremiah as you pulled him into a hug.

Jeremiah froze for a second before he pulled you against him, his hands carefully running over your back. He caught Jerome’s grin over your shoulder, and his brother gestured towards you in a way that didn’t need words.

You had buried your face in his neck, breathing shakily.

Jeremiah took a deep breath himself, before he pulled back from the hug just enough to look at you.

You frowned at him in confusion, tears glistening in your eyes. You’d really been that worried about him…

“Y/n…”

Jeremiah found that he didn’t know how to say it, now that the moment was there. He’d spent weeks coming up with intricate ways to confess to you, but now, none of those pre-planned words made it past his lips.

You only looked at him expectantly, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. Jeremiah shivered.

“Y/n, I--”

He took a deep breath and decided that fancy words weren’t necessary this time. Damn them all to hell. This was you, and you had never needed his intricate planning to be impressed by him.

You liked him for who he was.

“Y/n, I love you.”

Your eyes widened before you wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling him into a hug that rendered him immobile just by the pure warmth it held. Jeremiah’s eyes fell shut as he buried his face in the side of your neck. He found he didn’t need confirmation that you felt the same way, something he’d never expected to happen.

Just holding you in his arms like this was enough.

“I love you too, ‘Miah,” you whispered into his ear.

Jeremiah froze, his eyes wide open the moment he processed the words. He looked at you in surprise when you slowly let him go, a smile spreading over your face that warmed his heart deep in his chest, even though he’d long since considered it dead.

Instead of saying anything, he simply pulled you back into his arms.

Jeremiah caught Jerome’s wide grin over your shoulder, and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, maybe I was jealous,” he admitted in the heat of the moment, knowing once the words left his lips that he’d vehemently deny ever having spoken them if the topic came up again.

Jerome just grinned at him knowingly, as if he could tell. The bastard could read him like a book, it seemed.

Your lips connecting with his pulled Jeremiah out of his sulking. He stared at you for a second, shocked, before his eyes fell shut and he returned your kiss. Your hands buried themselves in his hair, and Jeremiah shivered against your body.

A noise echoed in his ears, and he couldn’t tell where it had come from. He didn’t care, either.

All that mattered was you. The way you pulled him as close as possible, the soft touch of your lips against his own, your fingers in his hair.

Jeremiah never wanted the moment to end.

Your eyes were shining brightly as you broke the kiss, one of your hands stroking over his cheek while the other one was still buried in his hair. He smiled at you, for once not caring that Ecco and Jerome were seeing this softer side of him. They didn’t matter.

All that mattered was you in his arms.

Jeremiah pulled you into another hug, his eyes falling shut as he buried his face in your neck once again. He swore to himself right then that he’d never let you go, no matter what happened.

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fangirl--writes · 2 years

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Nightmares **SCRAP** Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

Sleep had never come easy to him even before his changes…he kept himself busy with work, the bunker sheltered him from the outside world and the shift in time. A constant grey wash that cocooned him, if work didn’t tire him, he’d nurse a glass the only warmth he’d take as it enveloped him into a short slumber.

He heard it.

The faintest of sounds that could be mistaken for a number of things, pillows rusting, blankets or bodies shifting but this was none of those things. His eyes already open as he surveyed his surroundings from his pillow. He could see the shadows still on the walls; the outlines of the furniture tucked around the room, not a thing out of place. A shallow breath fell from his nose as he gave his space one last look over before easing himself back into the sheets his hands falling to his sides as he let out another silent exhale before staring at the ceiling.

It wasn’t a moment later his eyes tore to you as the sheets rustled.

His upper body sprung up to linger over your sleeping form, chest rising and falling in short frantic breathes as a hoarse whine escaped your throat. Jeremiah’s heavy brows dropped as he focused on your nose scrunched up to match your eyelids that’d creased firm. A pained expression dragged across your sleeping face.

The pillow you’d clutched so dearly was pressed rigid against your cheek as you twitched.

A Nightmare.

A rare occurrence with you, if anything movement in your slumber was normal. Fighting the sheets, shifting the pillows so you were nested in-between the soft spaces and away from him, as far away as possible. But tonight, your pillow cavern was scattered through the bed, the edge of the comforter clutched in your other hand for dear life as you whimpered again.

Jeremiah’s hand brushed against your wrinkled brow pushing the hair back behind your ear, an action that if you were awake would result a lash out as you barred your teeth with a snarl. The first time you had gotten lucky and actually grazed his fingertips in your bite; he remembered the way your eyes glimmered with spite as he ripped his hand away, swiftly doling out a slap that sent you back a few steps. Seeing your eyes water as you touched the stinging flesh scorched him inside.

He didn’t want to hurt you. Why must you make him do this.

He couldn’t help but wonder as he watched you now if you were dreaming of him. The monster who had stolen your waking days and leaked into your dreams. Jeremiah had lost count of how many times you’d cursed him late at night under breath.

Murderer.

Bastard.

Of course, these idle phrases meant nothing to him, just words you said in anger or distress. You’d understand one day that everything he did, everything he was doing was for you.

He thought bringing you to share a room with him would force you to come terms with the relationship he’d tediously and tenderly nurtured. But no, instead you threw the goose feather pillows on the floor and dragged a spare silk blanket from the closet to sleep on the cold concrete like an animal.

Fuck off. You hissed drawing the cover over your head like a temper tantrum child hellbent-

You. Would. Not. Sleep next to him.

Jeremiah was calm. He let you have your little fit for a few minutes before deciding enough was enough, ripping your blanket away picking you up with ease and tossing you on the bed.

After the third attempt to clamor off the cloud soft sheets he chained you to the bedpost.

You wanted to act like a dog, he’d treat you like one. Your bratty behavior went on for weeks, fighting him every night when he’d announce it was time to turn it.

He’d chased you when you ran.

Restrained you when you refused.

Beaten you when you fought back.

Jeremiah was determined you would not overpower him. He tolerated the barrier of pillows you’d built up every night square in the middle of the bed. You watched him with cold eyes as you settled them before facing the wall to fall into a dreamless sleep. If he wanted to touch you, he could, easily swatting the barrier away as he wrapped his hands around your waist. Holding you still as he pulled you against his chest

Jeremiah flinched as he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve. His eyes rolled to the side to see a sight unexpected. Your hand had wormed under the pillow barrier you’d so precariously set up and latched to his cuff. He could see it just ever so slightly under the cover of darkness, your chest now rising in falling in a steady breath, eyes light as your facial features calm.

You’d turned to face his side of the bed, another unusual occurrence. It was if you’d trained yourself to lay away from him, never on your back and never toward him.

If you’d awoke now, you’d be staring at one another. Your grip was faint, lips parted ever so slightly as you took in soft breathes.

Your dreams had settled for the night.

He shifted his arm so it laid outstretched as you inched closer pushing against the pillow boundary. Jeremiah just observing, watching your slumbering form as you broke your plush border. His palm flexed as he grazed your cheek with his knuckles, you twitched at his touch before settling once more.

During the day you avoided him at all cost he was never able to get this close unless he forced you. Now you were inches apart, willingly near him. Just close to him in your sleep.

But it was a start.

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When the session begins (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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The click of your pen started the session. You lowered your clipboard. – “Mister Valeska.” – you began watching the criminal sit across from you. He was leaning back in his chair. Removing himself from the chair, he leaned forwards, hands folded on the table. – “Jeremiah.” – he said insisting on being addressed as. – “Of course.” – you muttered, crossing your legs. Jeremiah tilted his head to observe your posture. His gaze dropping down. – “How…” – you started ready to say your first question when he interrupted you.

“Doctor, so formal.” – he said. – “I rather use your name.” – a smile curled up, watching your reaction. It took you by surprise for a second. Smirking, he waited for your response. You set your clipboard on your leg, leaning up against the table. – “If that is what you prefer?” – you answered formal. Jeremiah chuckled, batting his gaze down. – “Good, Y/n.” – he spoke slow, making you wonder what went through his mind. What purpose of using your name would mean for him.

“May I?” – you asked wanting to start your session. You weren’t here for chitchatting, but to evaluate Jeremiah. He broke his hands apart, leaning back in his chair. An open gesture. – “How are you feeling today?” – you asked seeing him look bored away. – “Jeremiah.” – you addressed when he didn’t respond. He kept looking away, letting his gaze go to the wall. You sighed soft. – “We’ll be here a long time if you don’t answer my questions.”

Suddenly you saw him smirk. His posture leaning forwards, resting his chin on his knuckles. – “How was your day Y/n?” – he asked curious. You chuckled politely. – “Jeremiah, we are here for you, not for me.” – you answered with a stern stare. Him smiling cheeky at you, rocking his shoulders a bit. There was no getting anywhere with him. Clicking your pen, you ended the session. Jeremiah stared confused and panicky at you when you pushed your chair back. Getting up.

“I’ll see you for the next session then.” – you spoke, turning your posture away from him. It was time to show him who the boss was. – “Wait!” – Jeremiah called out, slamming his fists against the metallic table. You paused, hand hovering on the doorknob. Turning back around, you waited for him to crawl. Beg for you to stay, if not you would just leave. There was no way you were letting a criminal like him mess with your head. – “Yes?” – you asked with a scowl. Jeremiah grunted, hating he had to beg and play along with this ridiculous charade just to be away from those lunatics in Arkham.

“Good.” – he mumbled barely hearable for you. – “I’m sorry what was that?” – you tilted your head a bit to the side. Staring intrigued at him. – “I’m good.” – he repeated louder with clear annoyance. You couldn’t hide your little smile of victory. – “Shall we continue?” – you asked to be clear. Jeremiah gestured at your chair for you to sit. So you did, clicking your pen once more. – “So Jeremiah…” – looking down at your papers clipped on your clipboard. – “Any recent violent thoughts?”

His reaction made it clear he thought this was pointless. – “Let me guess, you’ll show me some pictures later and ask what my first thought is?” – he widened his eyes with delight. – “If that is what you prefer.” – you replied, not giving him much attention. His jaw tensed watching you scribble down on your papers, barely looking up to him. Something inside of him snapped, grabbing the side of the table. He jumped up, pushing it aside with all his might. A deep grunt escaping his mouth as the table crashed against the wall.

Startled, you stared shocked at him. Behind you went an alarm off. Two guards bursting in the room. They grabbed Jeremiah to maintain him. You watched as Jeremiah swayed his arms to get free. A loud laughter filling the room. Just what he wanted. You paying attention to him. – “Don’t be scared Y/n!” – he chuckled out as the guards dragged him away. Around you to where the door was to lock him back up. – “They can’t contain me!” – his laughter dying out in the hallway. Blinking rapidly, you needed a moment to process what just happened.

~~~

You already sat down when they brought Jeremiah in. This time hands cuffed. They sat him down roughly as he could only smile at you. He noticed you staring at his cuffs, showing them to you. – “How’s my accessory?” – he asked curious. – “Suits you.” – you responded hoping you wouldn’t struck a nerve. Instead Jeremiah smiled wider. – “So Jeremiah. Shall we try this again?” – you clicked your pen, crossing your leg.

Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, giving you the stage. – “How are you feeling?” – you asked standardly. Jeremiah took a deep breath, eyes fixated on you. – “Tell me how I feel Y/n.” – he responded. – “Just answer the question.” – you sighed out, not wanting a wasted session like last time. Jeremiah wanted to cross his arms, but with his hands cuffed together it was unpractical. – “Debatable.” – he answered as you scribbled his response down. – “Shall we discuss your last outburst?” – you suggested, looking up from your papers at him.

“What? No standard questions? Y/n, you make my heart bleed.” – he acted out dramatically. Adding such flair, you knew the taunt behind it. One firm scowl of yours silenced him. – “Can you tell me what made you cause to overreact like that?” – you asked on a professional tone. – “You.” – he answered, catching you off guard. – “I…I’m sorry?” – you questioned, pen hovering over your papers. – “Can you be more specific?”

Jeremiah smiled, clapping his hands as best together as he could. �� “What a performance!” – he blurted out cheery. Furrowing your brows, you were lost on him. – “You played your part very well.” – he said, checking you out. Jeremiah got up, pressing his hands on the table. You swallowed, moving your clipboard upwards, sinking down your seat. Jeremiah leaning over the table, drawing in closer. Him coming closer made your head move back, the clipboard up till your nose.

“Look at me.” – he spoke, keeping his gaze fixated on you. His hands coming loose from the table. Touching the top of your clipboard, pushing it slowly down to reveal more of your face. A blush on your face, made him curl up a smile. – “Aren’t you ravishing.” – he commented, almost undressing you with his eyes. Parting your lips, you sucked in a deep breath, leaning self-consciously forwards. Jeremiah teased you a bit more, allowing his lips close to yours. Feeling his thumb on your chin made you gasp silently.

“So needy.” – he whispered, smirking. He drew himself back as you stumbled back in your chair as if you were about to pass out. He sat back down chuckling. You needing a moment to recover yourself from such an intense moment. – “You should’ve paid attention to me Y/n.” – he casually answered, having turned his chair so that he’d face the wall. Leg in a triangle resting on his knee. – “I’m a star, I need a crowd to please, but when you go and ignore me… well.” – he opened his hands dramatically. – “I break things.”

You took notes, your hand moving rapidly over the paper as it wasn’t your best handwriting. – “Next question!” – he ordered, tapping with his finger on the table. – “Right… uhm… any violent thoughts?” – you asked making it known to yourself, you looked at him. Jeremiah let his head fall back, thinking with a loud breath. – “These lunatics makes me want to murder people every day.” – he answered honestly. He was staring at the ceiling not even paying you attention. Knowing very well, you were giving him all your attention.

Just what he wanted. All eyes on him in the center of the ring. – “I’m a performer Y/n. I need attention, you know that right?”- he looked briefly at you seeing you nod. – “How do you cope being here at Arkham?” – you asked. – “Bored!” – Jeremiah answered loudly. You kept asking questions which he responded obedient. Perhaps stalling a bit to keep you longer around. After almost two hours was there a knock on the door. A head popped in, as you nodded. Clicking your pen, you uncrossed your legs. – “Our time is up here Jeremiah.” – you told him, getting up. Jeremiah got up as well in shock. – “But… but I have so much more to say.” – he called out.

“That will be for a next session then.” – you responded making way to the door. Jeremiah rushed around the table to you, grabbing a hold of you. – “I’ve been very bad Y/n! I’ll kill someone in this asylum!” – he called out in a desperate attempt. Two guards entered, pulling him off you. Jeremiah struggling to break himself free from their grip. – “You can’t leave yet! Y/n! I’ll kill someone! Y/n!” – he yelled out as you left through the door. – “Y/n!!!!!!” – your name screamed behind you, toying with your heart.

~~~

You entered the room you were so familiar with for the past few months. Regularly scheduled to evaluate Jeremiah’s state of mind. Jeremiah already sat down. He stared bitter in front of him. Two guards behind him. His hands cuffed to the table. It caught you off guard for a second before you took a seat. Jeremiah leaned closer, catching one of the guards step forwards. He sighed agitated, pulling back.

The guard taking a step back. You swallowed nervously watching the guards. You were about to speak when Jeremiah took word. – “I’m annoyed. Yes of course I had violent thoughts as these halfwits test my itch to kill them. I am going insane staying here with these lunatics!” – he spoke. – “Each and one of them dumber then the other. I don’t belong here, a brilliant mind as myself should be treated as a king!” – he made clear, leaning back to mock the guards.

“I’ll murder this entire facility if this endures!” – he slammed his fists violently against the table. The guards stepping forwards as you held them off with a simple gesture. Jeremiah took a deep breath. Leaning a bit closer. – “You… you are the only one keeping me sane.” – he whispered. He looked pitiful at you, showing you his cuffed hands. – “I won’t hurt you; you know that…”

You took a deep breath, looking up to the guards. – “You can leave.” – you ordered. One of them stepped closer. – “We have orders not too, Valeska is a dangerous criminal.” – he pointed out as Jeremiah grinned. – “I am well aware of him, but I can’t do my session with you present.” – you stared firmly over to them. – “My client is entitled to a confidential relationship. One only between a doctor and her patient. You are invading his privacy by being present. It’s against the law.” – you continued, barely giving the smiling Jeremiah a glance.

“But…” – the guard muttered. – “Isn’t my client cuffed? I think it guarantees he won’t be of any harm to me.” – you pressed on. – “I won’t ask again, privacy for my client if you please!” – The guards looked at each other, swallowing nervously. With one nod, they had decided on the matter. They walked around the table over to your side. – “If he tries anything.” – one of them offered you a small can of pepper spray.

You accepted it. Jeremiah rolling his eyes. You waited for them to leave, setting the pepper spray at the edge of your side. You scraped your chair back over the floor making Jeremiah frown. Walking around the table, you came sitting down on the edge of the table over on his side. Jeremiah grinning, staring hungry at you. – “I believe I answered all of your questions.” – he said. You smiled. – “So is this session over then?”

Jeremiah got up, letting his hand slide up your thigh as far as he was aloud with the cuffs. – “Far from.” – he grunted staring up at you. His touch made you shudder. Heart thumping louder in your chest. – “Which questions do you have for me doctor?” – he teased, bringing his lips closer to you. Practically overcooking, you were hot as lava. – “Well…” – you said, staring down at his lips.

Those colorful lips that practically begged to be touched. To be cherished by your lips. – “I’ll answer honestly.” – he replied curling up a smile. Taking him by the neck, you pushed his lips on yours. Jeremiah’s eyes widening for a moment. You heard his cuffs jingle, bothered that his hands were trapped down. Him kissing you back till it made you realize what you were doing. Pushing him off you, your lips removed themselves from you.

You immediately jumped off the table, backing away. Jeremiah traced his finger over his lips with a smile. Watching him enjoy himself so much made you shake your head. No, you did not just kiss him. There was no way, you just did. Swirling in a pit of denial, you ran out of the session. – “Y/n?” – Jeremiah called out, wanting to go after you, forgetting he was cuffed to the table. Grunting frustrated, he slammed his fist against the table.

~~~

Jeremiah got up with a sigh, already presenting his hands to the guards. He frowned when they just walked past his cell. – “Hey!” – Jeremiah shouted, gripping onto the bars. – “I’m talking to you! You need to come and get me!” – the guards paused, turning slowly back. – “And why would we do that?” – one of them asked chuckling. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Because I have a session with my therapist Y/n!” – he answered bothered. The guards laughed loud. – “There is no session with your therapist.” – the other one told him.

“What?” – Jeremiah stumbled stunned back. Unable to grasp you weren’t here today. His anger took over, grabbing onto the bars once more. – “I always have my sessions with her at this hour! She’s here!” – he made clear. The first one laughed even louder. – “She’s not.” – he told him. – “Maybe she figured you were a lost cause, just like everyone else.” – the other one laughed. Jeremiah clenched his jaw as the guards started their rounds again. – “I’ll kill you!” – he shouted at them. – “Your lying!” – his voice rasping from screaming so loud.

His body shaking trying to break himself out. There was absolutely no way you’d cancel a session. You just wouldn’t. Everyday for the past three days now, had Jeremiah’s hopes been shattered. No sessions as you never showed up. No escapism for him out of this dreadful place. A rage boiling inside of him, increasing by the minute it exploded inside of him. Doing anything in his power to escape Arkham Asylum. He needed answers and he needed them now.

You switched the light off in your kitchen, making way into the living area. Gasping loud at the sudden figure in your apartment. Jeremiah taking casual his hat off. – “You’ve been neglecting your sessions Y/n.” – he stated. – “You’re in my apartment.” – you blurted out as a response. Shocked that he even broke out of Arkham. Jeremiah chuckled, looking down at the hat in his hands. – “It is unlike you to miss our sessions.

Surely you wouldn’t think our kiss would have something to do with it.” – he spoke, batting his gaze up to you. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at him. – “We… we didn’t kiss.” – you told him, still in denial. Jeremiah tsked his tongue, approaching. – “I might be mad, but not delusional Y/n.” – he came to a stop inches away from you. With a brisk push of his finger, tilted he your head back by your chin.

“You and I both know how very much real that kiss was.” – you swallowed at how luring his eyes stared down at yours. – “So don’t go lying to me again.” – he whispered bringing his head closer to yours. He smiled, suddenly turning around. You stumbled back as you did once before when he first had you in his clutches. Effected by his charm on you. – “I thought we were making progress with our sessions Y/n. Last one was my favorite.” – he smirked over his shoulder to you.

“You surely aren’t done with me yet, are you? Certainly not after that kiss.” – he spun back around, approaching sturdy making you back away against the wall. Jeremiah pressing his arm above your head on the wall. – “For I am sure not done with you.” – he spoke, letting his finger slide up your jaw. – “So tell me doctor.” – he stared down at your lips, licking his seductively. – “Why’d you neglect me after our kiss?” – your senses were overreacting.

Heart beating faster. Pulsating in your neck. Palms getting sweaty as lust was begging to take over the wheel. He tilted your head back, his hand against your jaw. – “I…I…I…” – you stuttered, barely getting any words out. – “Yes.” – Jeremiah said patiently waiting. – “Kiss me.” – you begged seeing him smile wider. – “With pleasure doll.” – he breathed out before bringing his lips closer. You were getting on the tips of your toes, needy for his lips.

Jeremiah chuckled pulling a bit away, watching you yearn desperately for him. – “Only if you continue our sessions?” – he asked. You nodded vigorously, grabbing him by the shoulder to need those lips on yours now. Finally he allowed you the taste of his lips, kissing them forcefully. A therapist having fallen for her patient. There was something about Jeremiah that made you loose control. Control like you have never let loose before.

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