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“I love you. It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.” – Mickey Milkovich
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REQUEST PLEASE 👏🏻
Something soft, if possible.
Reader catches Jerome looking in the mirror, acting a little sad. The reason: his scars. When she brings it up, he reacts angrily and tells her to fuck off. Maybe they slept together before???? Then the next time he shows up at her place, he lets her touch and kiss his scars! PLEASE I NEED THIS 😭🥺❤️
SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG😭😭😭 I hope you love what I have written
"Fuck, don't stop Jerome!" You moaned louder, digging your nails into his back deep enough to leave dark red and bloody scratch marks on his back.
You couldn't hold back your moans, even if you wanted to. Jerome did everything to keep your mouth open. With all his strength he trusted im his long hard member into you, hitting all your sweet spots that you had barely time to really breath. He was fast, when you though pulled out he hit another spot already. It was like a marathon of moans.
You knew, you were about to cum any second. Your core was aching, your legs were shaking, your lips were swelling, and the knot in your stomach was building up already. The problem was: Jerome wouldn't let you cum without his command. If you didn't obey, punishment will follow. He didn't like it when you just cum whenever you liked. He was the one who should enjoy the view of you when you came at the right time - not anything else. He formerly hated it when you decided to cum, because it wasn't your task - it was his. He was the dominant one and not you.
"Don't you dare and cum, yet, doll," Jerome kept thrusting in you, but now he wrapped his hand around your throat, tightening his grip "This beautiful view should last a little longer"
It was hard for you not to cum now. Your body told you and even signalized you l, you couldn't wait any longer with all the pain and shaking and the knot in your lower region.
"P-please, Jerome. I-..." It was too late. You came when he thrusted his member into you for another time and hit your sweet sensitive spot. You almost screamed in pleasure, your body was shaking and the knot in your stomach loosened. You knew, you'd be punished for that but you didn't care. You needed to cum.
"Oh," Jerome suddenly stopped all his movements, even pulled out his member. He just squatted in front of you, frowning. He was surprised and staggered that you just came without his command "I see, we're disregarding a certain rule now. Since when are you making the rules, doll? Can't remember we changed a thing."
He stood up, watching you like a predator its little prey. For you it was more than exciting. Pins and needles covered your body, your puls was running, your breathing fastened and your hands were shaking a little. You felt your blood rushing through your veins, as if you were running a marathon. His look at you was piercing, you couldn't stare away from it.
"So many things I wanna do to you," Jerome bit his lip, his teeth were deep in his flesh "Ugh, I don't know where to even start!"
He walked up and down in a very slow pace. He was staring at nowhere while many thoughts crashed his mind. Should he start teasing you again? Or just ram his member into you to make you scream? Should he bite you first, leaving marks on your body to show everybody you're his? Or should he include some of his weapons in your little sex act? Should he play with a knife on your skin, leaving scratches on your body? Or should he scare you with a gun? Or should he strangle you with ropes? All these ideas seemed so pleasant to him.
But when he took a look in the mirror, everything changed instantly. His motivation, his thoughts, his look, his mood - it either disappeared or because not interested enough anymore.
The thing that turned Jerome into an annoyed, fierced man was his face. He knew after his face was stolen, it left pretty bad scars...but that they looked so bad? That his face would look so disgusting? It was a shame, especially because you see him like that day by day. That you didn't say a word...did you do it expose him?, he thought, that was cruel, even for you.
"Jerome?" You asked him, frowning, since he abruptly stop the whole sex and teasing act. You wondered what's up with him. He's never been that quiet all of a sudden, especially when you were about to have sex. He usually was the most eager person for that but now he was the complete opposite.
"You're okay?" You asked again when he didn't respond. You really worried about him. What was wrong? Did you do something wrong? Did he have a bad thought about anything stupid? What was it?
"I was just," He interrupted himself, thinking "I was just thinking. You know, there's a lot I'm dealing with momentarily. Oswald, Mad Hatter, you," He chuckled kind of embarrassed "I'm up for a blowjob. Clears my head." He smirked, trying to change the subject - but it failed.
"You looked at your face, right?" You sighed, you knew this would come up sooner or later "Is it because of your scars?" Whenever he was staying over night, you heard him mumbling things like how much he hated his face after the certain incident.
"Ugh," Jerome sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes "Don't get on my fucking nerves with that topic! I'm tired of hearing all this shit about my face and my scars. 'Your scars don't look bad Jerome' 'It's okay to have scars Jerome'. You know nothing!" Out of nowhere he grabbed all his clothes, putting them on and stormed out of the room, shutting the door close with a strength you usually knew when he was mad at someone.
You were surprised and confused by Jerome's acting. What made him so upset now? Was it really his scars on his face? Did he really think he was ugly or something? No, never. Jerome would never be that soft, would he? That's practically impossible! Jerome was a crimjnal, a cold hearted killer without real feelings, he cared about nothing besides himself. He usually saw himself as the perfection in person, like a God or something. He never complained about the way he looked like. So why now?
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It’s been days since the incident, and you haven’t seen Jerome yet. You didn’t even heard of him, not even in the news. It was like he was gone, as if he was dead like the last time. What happened to him? What was he doing? Where was he at all? Did the cops catch him? Was he back busted in Arkham?
So many thoughts went through your head that you weren’t even able to sleep really. You cared way too much about that motherfucker than he did. You loved him more than anything, he meant everything to you. He was your world. You just could think of him. You saw a couple, you thought it was Jerome and you. You saw a car, you thought it was him driving to you. An assassin happened in town, you thought it was him. It was all about him - always.
You were watching the news in the evening, in the hope Jerome would be mentioned, but as in the other days, it was not. Just any idiots robbed a bank, someone stole a car, the Mad Hatter attempted to kill people but it failed deeply… things like that.
You sighed for yourself, you were clearly worried about your boyfriend. You were wondering what was going through his head, whether he was extremely mad at you, whether you wanted to see you at all anymore, whether he had someone else already. When it was about Jerome, you were an over-thinker. You wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted him to be with you forever, you should never argue - but this situation was the complete opposite. Everything went wrong.
After a while you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You flinched a little since you didn’t expect someone would want to visit you in the late evening. All your friends distanced themselves from you a little when they heard you and Jerome were a couple. They loved you for sure but they also knew who Jerome was. They knew he’d control you, he’d be constantly around you, he’d do anything to split them apart from you because he owned you.
You looked through the spy, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Was it a dream? It had to be a dream! It was Jerome who was standing in front of the door. You were happy about that for sure! He didn’t leave you alone!
“Open the door, doll,” Jerome stood close to the door looking at the spy from the outside, “See, I’m back. Didn’t ya miss me?” Instantly, you tore the door open and jumped in his arms. You missed him so much, these days were so horrible without him. They felt like never ending.
“Where were you the hole time? I missed you! Why didn’t you-…” you had so many questions you wanted to ask him but you interrupted by him.
“I’ll answer all your questions soon, doll,” Jerome placed a finger on your lips to shush you “But now let’s get some food. I haven’t eaten all day, work was kinda hard.” Shortly after he finished his sentence, you pulled inside your apartment to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Now was the time where you were pulled in into the vicious circle - again you wanted everything to be perfect that he wouldn’t dare to leave you for another time. You made him his favorite sandwich, a bacon cheese sandwich, and served him some water to drink.
“Thank you, doll” Jerome took a bite in it “Mhhh, I almost forgot how good your sandwiches are.” He took another bite in it “Wow,”
“I’m glad you like it.” You just smiled while watching him eating the whole sandwich. You still couldn’t believe he was with you again. He came out of nowhere! It was like he wanted to surprise you with his appearance, he wanted you to believe he was gone again “You want some more?”
“Oh, no, I’m fine with that” he said after eating up the sandwich “Well, I assume you’re a little surprised of my sudden coming after my disappearing. You know,” Jerome tried to find the right words “I needed time. I needed time for myself to then realize I like you more than I thought. And this might be the reason why I have a problem with my face because, I want you to like me that way too. Tadaaa! HAHA. There it is!” He was clearly embarrassed, giving you that answer, he just tried to overplay it.
“But Jerome,” You actually couldn’t believe what he said. It was all because he thought you wouldn’t like him anymore because of his scars? That’s ridiculous! You didn’t care about his look, you cared about him for being him. That was all! What would change your feelings for Jerome through the scars? Nothing! Scars are natural, they’re normal, there’s nothing to be disgusted of it “You know that I love you. Why should I loose my feelings for you because of some stupid scars? They don’t change your character, they don’t change you!”
“A gentleman does everything to please the girl he likes most.” Jerome said “One thing could change anything.”
“But not for me, Jerome” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes deeply “As I said, I love you for being you. Who cares about scars?” Then you examined his face, looking at every scar detail “I kinda like them, they suit you. Give you some killer skills.”
Jerome just stared in your eyes for a while. You could see his eyes were shining bright like all the stars in space together. He seemed happy about your words. He seemed happy to her that really nothing would change your mind about him. Because, what he would never admit, he had feelings for you, very strong feelings. He couldn’t be without you. You were his life energy, you were the light to his darkness, the tower of strength. Without you he’d be helpless because you were the calm side that always pushed him back when he was about to be too chaotic.
After a while he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the love and passion through this kiss, you could feel that you and him were the happiest people in Gotham now, nothing could bring them apart. Nothing would ever destroy their love and affection for each other. Their bond was stronger than ever now. Maybe they loved one another even more than before.
They knew they never wanted to be separated again. No matter what happened, nothing would tear them apart.
That was clear.
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shitedits · 1 year
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cdnladykathy · 1 year
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New obsession. I have been binge watching #shamelessus and loving this couple #Gallavich. "I'll be there for you. "
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violentvaleska · 2 years
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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅
ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴇʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇsᴋᴀ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴊᴇʀᴏᴍᴇ ᴠᴀʟᴇsᴋᴀ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ᴡᴀʏɴᴇs ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ, ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜᴇʀ. sᴏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ, ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅᴜʙ-ᴄᴏɴ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ
ᴀ/ɴ: ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3
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Jerome Valeska usually digs the crazy ones. Those with a certain kink or lust for killing to be specific. He likes knives, is into the more extreme stuff and gets off on gaining or fighting for control. Yeah that's his type. Sado-masochism if you must put a name to it.
So it's not surprising that he got a little confused when his heart started beating faster at the pure thought of (Y/N) Wayne. Last time he saw her must have been a year prior, due to him having plans that maybe involved killing her younger brother after he got resurrected. He is not quite sure what death did to him, but after having a physical, violent fight with her and little Brucie, he quickly caught some warm feelings for the young lady if you will. When he was in Arkham he would start hoarding newspaper articles about her and hide them in his bed side table. He would also collect pictures of her, cluing them into his diary. So when Jerome broke out of that freak show called asylum, the thought of visiting the Wayne heiress came only natural to him.
It has been a nice evening so far. Considering the stressful events lately, (Y/N), her brother Bruce and their butler Alfred had a rather relaxed evening. Bruce worked on some stuff for WE with Alfred while his pretty and older sister sat alone in the library and read a book. Her brother has been at the GCPD the whole day, feeling responsible for Jerome Valeska's actions and the Arkham Asylum breakout. Reading over papers from Wayne Enterprises is truly a way to calm down someone's nerves, he thinks.
"I will be off to bed now." The words of his sister make Bruce lookup at the clock, noticing how late it has gotten.
"Alright, have a good night."
"You too, don't overwork yourself." The concern in her voice is typical for her, she's been trying to play the part of the older sister since their parents murder, but it's hard. She has responsibilities and had to grow up way too fast, at least that's what Alfred would tell her. "Wasn't planning on it." Bruce's answer is short and simple,making clear that he is busy. (Y/N) rolls her eyes and closes the wooden door behind herself when she leaves to go upstairs.
The walk to her room is long, no wonder it's basically on the third floor and the library is right at the other end too. After a few minutes she enters her, surprisingly cold, bedroom. Turning on the light, she can't help but to notice that the window is wide open. 'Alfred must have forgotten to close it', she thinks and locks it, pulling the curtains shut as well. (Y/N) is feeling strange though, like she's being watched. This may occur more often than she likes, so it's probably only what's left of her PTSD from last year's events. She shivers at the thought and makes her way into her small bathroom. A shower would be a nice way to end the day, it's her way of dealing with the stressful events of Gotham. She starts to unbutton her satin blouse and gently puts it over a seat. She hates to iron her shirts and blouses, which is why she treats them with care. Her skirt follows, leaving her only in her underwear and stockings. That's when she looks up into her mirror, planning to investigate herself with critical eyes, but instead she notices a different pair of eyes on herself. They are ocean colored and belong to a scared face with red hair. Her lips split open and for about ten seconds she doesn't dare to move. The color trains from her rosy cheeks and her breath is getting caught up in her throat. That's when she strikes.
With a swift turn, (Y/N)'s fist aims for his face, he blocks it, again she tries to punch his throat, he caughts her arms in midair. When she tries to kick him, he pushes her to the floor, hovering over her with an amused smile.
"What the fuck-" she groans and tries to tackle him off of her, but he's too strong. She can tell that he build up muscles while being imprisoned in Arkham.
"Hush now, we don't want to disturb Brucie and his oh so dear work, right?" Jerome's voice is harsh and raspy, which is probably a side effect from his death. Knife to throat does it's damage, (Y/N) notes.
"Let go of me." The young woman demands and struggles in his tight grip.
"Nah, it takes two to tango, doll." Visibly confused, Wayne frowns and stills in his grip.
"I don't want to tango, what the-" he lets go of her left arm, just to shut her down with his hand. He smiles at her yet again and is about to leave another snarky comment, when she uses that moment for her advantage. Hugging his hips with her legs, (Y/N) turns them, pinning him to the ground instead. A cackle of misfit leaves his scared lips, when she breathes heavily on top of him.
"What are you doing here?" She demands to know and glances angrily at the criminal, building up all her strength, just in case he would strike back. But when she notices his eyes wandering over her nearly nude form, the reddish blush comes back to her face, making her feel embarrassed.
"Fuck, that wasn't my plan I swear, but I'm not complaining, damn." It's clear that the girl is at a loss of words when she stares at Jerome in a hace. She feels all hot of a sudden and she truly blames her hormones for that.
"I mean look at you princess, life's been treating me good lately." That's enough, she finds the courage to punch him directly in the face, but Jerome is used to pain directed to his face now, so when he humps his hips up, to shove her back to the carpeted floor, the pleasure is truly more doing to him than the numb pain.
Landing on her side, she fastly tries to get up and run, but Jerome is yet again faster and simply hugs her into his stronger and taller body, tracking her against the nearest wall. A huff escapes her still parted lips and a soft, but noticeably painful yelp leaves her lips.
"Though, I like this position much better, what do you think, eh?" He's too cocky and too close to her shivering form. The cold air is catching up to her now and really challenges her cold stare directed at him.
"Now don't be so prude, babe. It's not my fault that you decided to undress while in my presence."
"Fuck you, don't blame this on me, you perverted bastard! Why did you break into my bedroom?" To her surprise she sounds steady and strong, but deep down she feels weak, tired of fighting him.
"Am not!" He argues childishly. "Plus I didn't break in per say, the window was already open." His hot breath hits her face and she finally starts to register her surroundings again. Jerome Valeska is squeezing her half naked body against a wall, while his heart beats fastly against his chest and something in his pants stands up in excitement. But (Y/N) doesn't feel disgusted, this whole situation is more confusing to her. She shouldn't have lingered her eyes on his pants, because Jerome took it as a sign to take what he's been guiltily thinking about the past year. Grippin her chin between his clothed fingers, he moves her head up a little, while he leans down, his eyes sultry observing her reaction to his actions. Before she is able to protest or reject him, he lets his lips catch hers.
To say that (Y/N) Wayne is shocked truly is an understatement. Her eyes are wide open, she isn't able to breathe or move, it's like a sleep paralysis. But sleep paralysises don't make her feel all giddy in the gut. Or perhaps she misunderstands adrenaline caused by anxiety. Those two often come hand by hand. She doesn't kiss back, nor does she push him away. She's overcome with shock and simply lets him have his way. 'It's better to not anger him' (Y/N) thinks and simply closes her eyes in agony. When he lets go of her, his cheeks are a little bit flushed and a cheeky smile is plastered on his lips.
"Ha. That was fun." He comments and brushes his hair back with one hand, while his body weight keeps her pinned against the wall.
"Why would you do that?" She wonders out loud and looks up at him in disbelief. The whole situation is unbelievable, unrealistic.
Even Jerome is perplexed, to say the least. Sure it was just a simple kiss, nothing special about it, except for the fact that it feels like pure ecstasy. It feels illegal to be this close to her and Jerome likes to break rules, after all they are made to be broken. He pushes himself even closer to her small frame and closes his eyes, while he rests his head in the nap of her neck. He feels her stiffen and a shudder runs over her body.
"I couldn't help myself." The ginger whispers and slowly twirls a lock of her hair in his fingers.
"I fucking hate you." He groans and digs his nails into her hip bone, making her leave a cry. She's definitely more delicate than her brother. When stapled Bruce's wrist he took it like a bro, his sister on the other hand not so much.
"Hate you for what you make me feel." When his lips start to slowly suck on her sweet spots, he can feel her slowly losing it.
"I hate you Wayne. Hate how beautiful you are, I hate that you are so independent and I hate that you deserve better than me." Jerome doesn't notice the tears in her eyes, when his knee squeezes itself between her legs. She's conflicted and overwhelmed, but her stiff nipels betray her body's clear attraction to him. The sheer fabric of her bra and panties turns him wild. Before he can even comprehend what's happening his hand wanders from her hip to her breast, slowly kneading it in his hand. His pelvis keeps her in place, while he starts to devour her, as if she is his prey, which, in his mindset, she definitely is.
"Jerome~" her voice keeps trilling him to continue his act of desperation for physical contact. He's attacking her, violating her mind, not her body though, her body reacts positively.
"Please." He stops himself from continuing and looks down at her.
"It's wrong, we can't-" his finger on her lip shushes her while he slowly places himself between her legs, forcing her to spread them even more.
"Hush now. Don't want to spoil all the fun."
She is nearly hyperventilating, the tension makes her knees all weak and she's slowly sliding down the wall, the only thing keeping her up is him and right now, there is simply too much of him. "No, Jerome. You don't understand-" named man lifts her up and turns them. With a swift motion he rams her against some furniture and hungrily holds her down onto it? Her back stings and she closes her eyes in fear.
"I don't understand, what exactly my dear? I know how you feel about this being wrong, but tell me-" with their noses barely touching, she feels his chest heaving against hers.
"-isn't it worth the thrill? Don't you like it? Eating from the forbidden fruit, I mean?" (Y/N) doesn't answer him. She simply looks at him, biting her cheek.
"You want a taste doll?" Swallowing, she nods her head, watching him while he opens his pants and pulls them down. When he is about to pull down his boxers as well, she looks the other way, not daring to examine his lower regions. He likes that shines and he shamelessly uses it against her when he roughly pulls her panties down. While she tries to close her legs, Jerome acts fast and pushes forward, pinning her down yet again.
"Getting second thoughts, hugh?" His smile is sickening, making her feel unsure about this whole ordeal.
"Jerome, we can't-"
And from one moment to the other she is silent, feeling something pressing slightly into her. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, when she feels an unbearable pain for a few seconds, the whimper leaving her mouth can only be described as pornographic, leaving Jerome astound. "Oh fuck, you are tight." He moans and slowly enters her further. She's a mess underneath him, shedding tears, yet begging him at the same time. His hand entangled in her hair and for a moment he relaxes in her, pulling on her hair.
"Am I your first?" Not that the question came as a surprise, but she still holds her breath for a second.
"Yes." Her answer is simple, but yet Jerome feels pure relief. He can still form her, he will always be her first and she will always remember it. With a quick fuck he could care less about what his partner is, but with her it's different. He can teach her his ways, make her used to him and only him. She will be his.
Sex is weird, at least that's what she thinks. The furniture her upper body lays on is uncomfortable, and the feeling of him pushing into her is raw and new. Sure there is pleasure in pain, but (Y/N) is not able to spot it just yet. What they're doing is something entirely different. It's the pain that will always stay between them, the pain will always outlive their pleasure and Jerome knows it. His movements turn quicker, his breaths heavier.
"It hurts." She complains and tightly grips his shoulders.
"Then take it." That confirms her suspicions. He's not doing it for pleasure, this is another fight for him, a game, something he can most likely win. Biting her lip she tries and concentrates on the pleasure and to her surprise it's working. With every second he pushes into her it feels more intense and slowly she starts to whine louder. Jerome's hand closes over her mouth, a proud smirk on his lips.
"Now we're talking." He spits and sensually starts to rub over her bundle of nerves. She can't help but notice how his demeanor changed. He appears exhausted, unstable and deeply rotten to the core. It makes her wonder if he realizes what he's doing.
"I hate how much I love you." He groans, while his movements turn more irregular. She closes her eyes in ecstasy and moans into his hand. She likes the way he uses and mistreats her in the most intimate way possible. It's like he said; he gives her a taste of the forbidden fruit, which makes her feel guilty and desired at the same time. They are enemies, yet she lets him have so much control over her.
Jerome cums with a satisfied sound leaving his lips and a shaking body. His member throbs and the feeling of warm liquid shooting into her makes her break as well. She curses under her breath and sees stars when her climax hits her hard. Slowly her grip on him loosens and when pulls out of her, (Y/N) sinks to the ground in pure exhaustion. She feels humiliated.
"You need to leaf." The young woman mumbles and pulls on her panties, ignoring the way he stares at her.
"But-"
"Spare it Jerome." With that she is about to walk to her bathroom to take a well deserved shower, but his hand catches her wrist in a strong hold and he pulls her flush against him.
"You don't tell me what to do, got it princess?" Her hateful gaze shocks him a little, but he shows no emotion about it.
"Why isn't that what you came for? To fornicate and humiliate me? You've got what you wanted, now leave." He sees it in her eyes before it actually happens, salty tears. Jerome hates when women get too emotional over nothing, his mother was a parade example.
"Oh you think I did this to hurt you?" He cups her cheeks, hard and pulls her close.
"Listen Wayne, and listen good. I did this because I felt like it, alright? Because I hate the feelings you cause in me." He pushes her away again and closes his pants.
"And next time I feel like it, you better come crawling on your knees to me and make up for the way you make me feel." (Y/N) swallows and watches him with sick fascination. He confessed something to her, something that shames him. It's when she realizes that she has as much power over him as he has over her now. They are equal. They are both damaged.
"So, ugh, see you." With that he leaves, back through the window into the deep, dark night.
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shitforbrainsmal · 2 years
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jerome drabble 😯😯
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pairing : jerome valeska x reader
this is so cringe 💀
Maybe calling Y/n was a bad idea.
The same notion kept running through Jim Gordon's head, becoming increasingly exasperated each time—all directed at himself. He knew something was erroneous as soon as he heard the sound of sneakers stomping bellicosely against the concrete ground. But maybe, just maybe, he could pacify her before she did anything rash on impulse. If no one died today at the hands of a lovesick Y/n, it would be pristine fortuity.
He knew that engaging in a gunfight with Jerome would be hazardous, but goddammit, the ginger kenned how to get under his skin. It was enough for Jim to bring out his own gun with only a few simple words of taunting and travesty and threatening to affright desultory civilians (along with Jerome waving around a gun indolently). He didn't expect the other officers to follow suit. He had no recollection of dialing Y/n. It was most likely a spur-of-the-moment decision.
The rhythmic flipping of a butterfly knife pulled him out of his regretful phrenic process. He could only analyze her forms of movement and endeavor to gauge if she was considering making a sudden kineticism. It was made worse by the fact that she was not dressed up. She came striding in with a dyad of dark plaid boxers and a white wife beater. She exhaled deeply and perpetuated to flip her knife back and forth, unsure of what to do next.
Her eyes landed on Jim before shifting to Jerome.
"Hiya Y/n-ie," He sang as he waved his free gloved hand at her. Gradually, she blinked. "The fuck's happening here?" She rasped out, her voice still fresh with lassitude.
"Jim--"
Before Jerome could concoct an eccentric narrative to set Y/n off, Jim cut him off. "Your boyfriend threatened irreprehensible individuals in front of the cops, and the cops are acting cautiously in replication to his threats." Jim verbalized. Y/n's eye twitched, and her knife-flipping hand came to a halt. Jim clenched his fingers on his revolver, but he maintained a steady optical discernment on Jerome. "So basically you two are fighting, again?" Y/n held off on doing anything hasty.
"And you called me, hoping to help you, when you have the whole fucking GCPD pointing their guns at my boyfriend."
Emerging from her mouth, it sounded much worse. "And, Jerome, what are you doing up so early for? It's eight a.m., and you've already decided, 'Hey, let's mess with Jim Gordon today so we can have a fucking gun fight!'" Jim had hoped earlier she wouldn't have seen the bullet apertures in the walls behind both him and Jerome.
Jerome's grin tightened, and his brows twitched. "I wasn't expecting him to call you." He confessed. "He didn't have to, though. Doll, be upset at him, not at me." His tone was a little sharper than he intended. Y/n sighed deeply and stuffed the knife back into her pocket. Jim stood there still as she ambulated over to Jerome, her hand seizing the gun in his.
"Let go," She verbalized incredulously. With the same sickening smile on his face, Jerome glared at Jim. He wasn't about to give up simply because his girlfriend said so. "Fine. You baby." She strides over to Jim Gordon, clicking her tongue. "Look at me," she says. Y/n frowned deeply. "Just let the gun go and I promise we'll be out of here." She offered. "Without causing any harm?" Jim didn't glance at her, instead fixating on the other murderer.
Y/n whistled lowly. Her frown gradually became a little grin. "I can't believe you shot at my boyfriend," She tsked and playfully bopped Jim's nose. He became disoriented and his gaze shifted to the girl. He bent over in pain as she slammed her fist into his gut, sending his gun flying. Y/n prehended it and jumped rearwards, grabbing Jerome by the collar and dragged him behind a cop car with her.
Bullets were fired at both of them right away. Gordon rose up and called for backup while coughing in discomfort. "You're a fucking idiot," Y/n hissed. Jerome kissed her on the forehead sweetly. "Uh-huh," He hummed in erroneous accedence. Y/n craned her neck over the car and fired multiple shots from the edge of the roof, killing three cops in the process.
"Shit." Y/n suddenly exclaimed. "What is it?" Jerome regarded her with some concern. "I forgot to feed the dog!" She cursed. "Guess we better make this quick then, doll." Jerome giggled and pulled her up with him. They both shot together, laughing with each other in regalement. "I think that's good 'nuff," Y/n leaned up to give him a kiss underneath his jaw. Before her lips could meet his skin, he leaned down and caught them with his own.
It commenced with a little kiss and expeditiously evolved into a brief make-out session. Y/n pulled back and looked down.
"Are you really getting off to this?"
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"You say I need an audience?" 🗡🔪🔫🔥
Been wanting to draw Jerome for a while now and finally got to do it! 😁
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Amityville: The Awakening
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Belle and her family's life changes completely when they decide to move into an old house in Amityville.
The movie is cool! It's not terribly bad, but it's not the kind of movie where you stop and think: This is definitely a work of art. It is a lighter film, and the appearance of the "villain" is not disturbing. If you are one of those who want to watch a horror movie to pass the time or with a younger teenager, this movie is a good choice. He fulfills the role of making you scared and tense but doesn't traumatize you.
You can watch it when: You have nothing to do, you're at a sleepover, on Halloween, you're with your best friend or boyfriend, you're with a younger human being who wants to watch a horror movie.
Main characters/cast:
Belle Walker - Bella Thorne
Joan Walker - Jennifer Jason Leigh
James Walker - Cameron Monaghan
Available at: Paramount+
Topflix - Lowest quality.
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"Let me take care of him until he’s better." ❤️🌈 #ianandmickey #gallavich #iangallagher #mickeymilkovich #shameless #zelladay #shadowpreachers #noelfisher #cameronmonaghan  
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1st - 4th February will see Megacon Orlando arrive at the Orange County Convention Center for a jam-packed four days, and joining an already packed Star Wars guest list is Cameron Monaghan, Cal Kesrtis from Jedi Fallen Order and Jedi Survivor. Fire up your BD unit, it's time for an adventure Orlando. Meet Cameron Monaghan, the voice of Cal Kestis from the Star Wars Jedi games, next month at MEGACON. Grab your tickets today Cameron is joined by the previously announced Alan Tudyk, Ashley Eckstein, Gina Carano and Joonas Suotamo, Temuera Morrison and Ming-Na Wen, Dee Bradley Baker, Anthony Daniels, Danny Trejo, Paul Bettany, Ewan McGregor, Hayden Christensen, Giancarlo Esposito and Eman Esfandi. If you attend, be sure to let us know how the show goes and send in some pictures to [email protected]. [amazon box="0744084687"]
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Karakter: Kian Renko
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valeskakingdom · 1 year
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What do you have to lose except your sanity? (part45)
"You know, doll," Jerome panted when he was carrying the unconscious Scarlet in his little hidden track "That reminds me of the time we tried to escape Arkham" He snickered "You got shot in the stomach and I carried you to your way out. Just now, it's a little different, in Arkham you were able to talk to me, but now you're like a corpse"
He laid her on a table and stared at her wound for a while, deliberating how to stop the bleeding and how to recover her. He had no clue about medical treatments or how to revive someone if needed. All he had was an old little medical kit he found there and a device that reminded him of something you used for electroshock therapy. Could he revive her with electroshocks? He could try it at least. But will she be the same? According to all their experiences in Arkham, he knew people could change through it. He didn't want to risk a thing. Scarlet could just change in the wrong way. Imagine, she's a polite, shy, and decent girl - that's horrible! What if her affection for Jerome stopped instantly? What if she called him a monster? A murder? How would Jerome ever plan some brutal murders with her? She would lose all her cleverness, her creativity, and her perfectionism. She would lose everything Jerome appreciated about her! She would become worthless, scum like Oswald. Jerome couldn't bare it. He needed his Scarlet! What should he do without his precious doll? He would have no one to share all the fun with! He would have lost the person that always stayed by his side! That was unacceptable.
"Hmm," Jerome hummed when he touched the wound, seeing that blood was dripping down her clothes "Wow, Andy was no bad gunman. He shot right through your stomach. That's gonna be a hard one as I'm no doctor. But," Jerome grabbed the medical kit and placed it right next to her to open it "I'ma solve your little problem, no worries. I'ma be gentle"
From the medical kit, he grabbed a scalpel and cut the wound wider to have more access to the bullet that was stuck in her stomach. The blood was formally floating down her stomach like a waterfall. The table and the ground were slowly covered in blood  - probably because Jerome cut through a vein. He didn't know it! He had no clue about the human body, he didn't know where to cut best!
"Oh!" Jerome gulped, grabbing some pledget and pressing them against the wound "That was not planned," His eyes widened when he noticed the blood was slightly dripping through the pledges. Blood was everywhere now, it was like Scarlet was taking a bath in it "Hell, doll, you're killing me, you're bleeding out like a slaughtered pig. That's...that's strangely satisfying to see this, you know, you would love that, too, I'm sure about that"
"Damn," He then put the pledget aside when he saw the bleeding somewhat stop and took a pair of little tweezers from the kit to pull the bullet out of her body "That's harder than I expected, I didn't know a little bullet could cause that many problems," He podded with the tweezers in Scarlet's stomach, it was like the bullet was nowhere to be found "Where's that fucking thing? It can't be solubilized, can it?" He kept searching for the bullet until he felt some renitency "Got it!"
Now he stared at the with a blood-covered bullet. It was so pretty, it was shining more than all the stars in the darkness. He was so fascinated by this little thing. It was so small but it could ruin human lives. It could damage muscles, tendons, and ligaments. It damages organs, and it even ends lives! That was so wonderful, Jerome thought, so many lives have ended thanks to little bullets like these, and so many people have suffered - he would enjoy the moment more if this bullet's victim wasn't his doll, though.
"Oh," Jerome immediately pressed another pledget against the wound "We don't want you to bleed out, right? Hehe, this would be a little too tragic for my taste. Now let's see with what I can stitch the wound" He looked again into the medical kit. He saw some plasters, some bandages, the tweezers, a little scissors, some more plasters - and there were needles and thread!
"You know, doll," Jerome tried to pull the thread through the needle's hole "I have no real experience with this. We didn't have something like a TV in the circus, just a silly radio in every trailer to be up to date. I never had the chance to watch all the doctor sitcoms and see their little tricks with their tools so," He sighed " Don't be mad about the ugly scar"
And so he started to stitch the wound, humming his favorite song. You could already think that: it was a bloody mess. He tried to stitch the hole in Scarlet's colon, tried to stitch skin to skin, but he failed. He either formed a knot with the threads or stitched over the actual spot, sometimes even he sutured the colon with her skin, with other organs, or with the colon itself! Her stomach looked like a total mess. He didn't even stitch it right, he thought stitching a wound was like sewing costumes, he just needed to put all layers together to get a good result - it was not true. There was a lot more behind that like sanitizing, aseptic instruments, several devices, and the knowledge - but Jerome didn't care. He just wanted to leave it all behind him and bring his doll back to life.
"Done," Jerome let out a relieved sigh "Not that bad actually, it looks...uhm...like a...uh...a J! Like a crippled J, yes," Jerome snickered "It looks quite good on your doll. I should have marked you much earlier" He then turned around, looking for some certain device "Now, how can I bring you back to life?"
He walked around his hidden track, from one side to another, in every corner and every room. He looked on every shelf, in every room - until he finally found this certain device. As said, he didn't know the device's name, but he knew it was used for electroshock therapy - and maybe this could bring Scarlet back to life.
He carried this heavy device to the table where Scarlet was laying. He put the electrodes on her head right and tied her arms and legs up so that she wouldn't fall on the ground when being electroshocked.
"So my love," Jerome snickered "Time for you to come back to me" And so he turned this certain device on.
Scarlet's body was shaking, her muscles were twitching and the table was shaking, as well. Seeing this scenario fascinated Jerome a lot. He had this certain power over her as if she was just a toy. To see her muscles twitching uncontrollably was so wonderful - and to his luck, Scarlet couldn't say anything against this, he cast a spell over her. He could shock her as many times as he wanted. She wouldn't say a thing, she would let him do it. For Jerome, it was like a dream come true! Finally, he would have control over a certain person without them nagging, babbling, insulting him, or else. He could do whatever he wanted! No one would tell him what to do or what was wrong and what was right.
Jerome tried this certain form of electroshock therapy several times - Scarlet wouldn't wake up. He increased the electroshock's power even, though the device was vibrating so much that he was even afraid it would be damaged. But sooner or later, Jerome turned the device off. He gave up on trying to revive his doll. Nothing worked. He lost his doll thanks to an idiot. That was impossible! He wouldn't lose Scarlet because of just a little bullet, would he? Scarlet wouldn't do this to him! She promised to stay with him! How could she do this to him?! - this was the moment when Jerome started to freak out. He could bare that Scarlet was dead. He couldn't bare that fate decided to take her life when he was practically reborn - and now he couldn't bring her back! It was similar to the story of Romeo and Juliet: Jerome died in front of Scarlet, was revived for some odd reason, and when they were just about to be reunited, Scarlet died a stupid death. Jerome hated it. He hated that stupid stories like these would become true once and nothing could have changed. It was ridiculous!
"Hmm," You suddenly heard from that corpse that was laying on the table. Jerome was surprised. Did his therapy work? Did he revive her? Or was it just the last breath shortly before the outcome? He wasn't sure, so he took a look at her. Her fingers started to move as if they were like vegetables that were about to defrost - so his attempts had to work!
"I knew you wouldn't leave me, doll," Jerome grinned, leaning his face close to her now cupped face "Now open your little pretty eyes for me" He was excited his little plan worked. He wouldn't have expected that after his several failed attempts.
And she did - but something was different.
She looked shocked, she seemed to panic when she saw Jerome's scarred, stapled, and distorted face right in front of her. This didn't look human to her. This was monstrous! He looked so gross, so inhuman. Was he even a real human? Or was it just a dream? Or was Scarlet delusional? Was it just her senses' trick? Who was this guy even? What did he want from her? Why was he staring at her?
"What's up, sweet cheeks?" Jerome gave her a questioning look "Something's wrong with my face?"
"Who, who are you? A-and where, where am I? I-I... Who-what has happened?" Scarlet wouldn't stop looking at him shocked, fearing, and panicking. In this formal trance, she was in, she tried to tear her arms up to push him away from her - but she couldn't. Her hands and even legs were tied up that she couldn't move away from the table - and this made her think she was in danger.
"It's me! Jerome! We’re here in my little hidden track" He frowned at her in confusion, what was wrong with her? She's never been so anxious before. Was the electroshock's aftermath? Was it what Scarlet had always talked about? The personality change like with Andy and Oswald? But memory loss? She never mentioned a word of it, didn't she? No, this couldn't be real, could it? "I rescued you from the dead, your little friend Andy was a good gunman. He shot you pretty bad in your stomach but God bless me, I fixed it" Jerome snickered "You seem a little fuzzy through all these electroshocks, huh? I know that feeling. My head was formally spinning after Dwight revived me. That will disappear soon enough, doll"
"U-untie me, p-please..." Scarlet stammered in a whisper, she was so scared of Jerome, you could tell. He was intimidating her with his look and his behavior. It was so crazy, so scary, it already showed her he wanted nothing good "The uhm...ties h-hurt my wrists a-and uhm... I can’t feel m-my legs..."
"Hmm," Jerome pretended to think "No. Your behavior seems a little strange to me, you know," he claimed on the table and hovered right above her body "I've heard electroshocks can make you fuzzy and change you - but that they would change you that much? It's almost incredible. You're the complete opposite of yourself! You've been so brutal, violent, and bloodthirsty, we used to have so much fun out there with killing, taking people hostage, and spreading chaos over Gotham. We were the Queen and King of the Underworld - and now you're just a pitiful little shy girl that's scared for her life when seeing me"
"M-me?" Scarlet looked completely shocked by what she has heard from him "I-I killed people? That's, that's not possible, I-I could never do such a-a cruel crime" She wanted to cry. This had to be lies! She would never kill someone! She wasn't capable of doing it! She could never hurt someone! She was the friendliest person in town! She had no reason to hurt someone at all!
"Oh it is possible, my love," Jerome chuckled, grabbing her chin softly and eyeing her deeply "You're not just any killer, you're a real bad bitch. Citizens used to call you Gotham's Grim Reaper. Whenever you walked across the streets, people died. It started with your parents, your dad's coworkers, your brother, his silly girlfriend, up to Theo Gallavan, and your little hookup Andy - you killed them all, it was all in the news! You-..."
"Oh my God..." Hearing this made her cry at least. She and a murderer? How was that possible? And why couldn't she remember it all? "I'm a monster... I killed my parents...and my brother... Please don't tell me it's true..."
"Shhh," Jerome shushed her, wiping her tears from her cheeks "Don't be sad about it, they deserved to die. They were the reasons for all your breakdowns, your depression, and your crying overnights. Think about it, you're free now! You can do whatever you want in this world! You can let all your pain and sorrow out on people,” Jerome cupped her face again “And I will help you with it”
“N-no,” Scarlet shook her head, whispering “I need to go to the police to report myself. I need to stand up for all these cruel things. I-...” She couldn't even speak out her sentence when Jerome violently slapped her across the face. She was shocked, it made her speechless. She couldn't even look at him so scared she was of him now. Slapping was just the beginning, she thought, what would he do next?
“You won't do anything without my permission!” Jerome couldn't hear it anymore. This wasn't Scarlet who spoke to him, this was another person. This person wasn't evil, they had no passion for murder and death, they lost this sparkling in their eyes when they looked at Jerome. There was fear because she thought Jerome would start torturing her to death. Her eyes just expressed she didn't want to be with him, that she wanted to run away “Do you think I'll let you go? HAHA, I won't. You're stuck in here with me until you become my old precious little doll that you've been before - and I'll do anything to achieve that”
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Film Review: PARADISE HIGHWAY (2022): Solid Performers Can't Get Problematic but Well Meaning Film on the Right Road https://film-book.com/film-review-paradise-highway-2022-solid-performers-cant-get-problematic-but-well-meaning-film-on-the-right-road/?feed_id=90264&_unique_id=62e70d22c8b48
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cdnladykathy · 1 year
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Love is..a relationship that's come a long way.
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xiwangxian4everix · 2 years
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Time to replay this game Tags #starwars #starwarsjedifallenorder #calkestis #cerejunda #bd1 #enocordova #theempire #cameronmonaghan #games #videogames #gaming #pc #pcgaming #elecronicarts #lucasfilm #starwarsfans #jedifallenorder #gamer #pcgamer https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce_25p7umfT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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