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BEYOND THE PALE; J. VALESKA (TWO-FACED II)
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JEROME VALESKA X F!DETECTIVE!READER
SERIES MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
WARNINGS: SMUT, dom!jerome, suggestive language, possessive!jerome, descriptions of blood/dead bodies/bullet wound, dirty talk, jerome calls reader “doll” an unnecessary amount of times (i couldnt stop), use of the word ‘panties’ (more than once, i apologize)
and SMUT!!
A/N: I am so incredibly sorry for how long this took to publish 😭 my motivation is always rocky so it takes awhile for me to actually want to write. but i always want to get things out for you guys, yet i dont want to rush it because when i do, the character never seems accurate and i want you guys to enjoy it!! So thank you so much for your patience, i love you all sm 🫶🏻
TAGS: @ssnapsaurus @projectdreamwalker @l3xiluve
WORD COUNT: 8961!! (4655 of it is smut..)
SUMMARY: From the first time you met Jerome Valeska, you knew him as the son of Lila Valeska, the murder case you and Detective Gordon were working on. You had grown close, until you found out the truth. Now you know him as an Arkham escapee:
A MANIAX
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SUMMARY: You should’ve known you could never outrun Jerome Valeska. From being the Two-Faced killer you once knew to the infamous Maniax member, he never seemed to forget about you. Maybe this time he’ll show you how much he truly cares about you.. how much he truly..
LOVES YOU
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“Hey, doll.”
Your blood runs cold when you hear his voice. It was like you were back in that interrogation room, questioning why he had done what he did. You felt, at that moment, like your heart truly did tear through your skin. You felt cemented to your spot, too terrified to move incase he’ll do something drastic.
A cold hand wraps around you, pressing his palm against your mouth. You knew better than to scream, a gut feeling that no one would’ve heard you anyway.. if anyone had even survived.
“I told you I’d be back for ya, doll!” His manic laugh rings through the silent room, raising goosebumps on your cold skin.
This wasn’t going to be good..
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You woke up with a jump as you tried to even out your breathing. Figures faded into your vision as well as the setting. You squinted your eyes at the bright lighting as you try to adjust to the uncomfortable position you were in.
A wooden chair is perched on top of the two desks that sit on the space in front of the captain’s office. They were pushed together to become a stable holder for the piece of furniture. You try to move your arms and legs, only to struggle as you realize that you were strapped down. Your heartbeat races as your hands start to lightly shake, trying to quietly break out of the constricting rope.
Footsteps sound from several feet away, seeming to make their way to you. As you turn your head to look around and try to find who it was, the only sight you’re met with are the dead bodies that littered the once-clean floor. Pools of crimson blood soaked up their decaying corpses as seconds pass, making you immediately avert your eyes. All of your colleagues lie dead on the precinct floor as you sit on some sort of makeshift thrown, looking over everything.
The walking grows louder as it nears you, stepping up the small stairs that leads up to the desks. Your heart drops to your feet as you see ginger hair peek out through the police hat, tall legs quickly maneuvering over the bodies and sliding up towards you. He jumps up on the surface as all you see is the bottom half of his face, revealing his devilish smirk.
Quickly, he takes the hat and throws it. He stood excited as he looks at you, leaning down to take a bow. His head looks up at you from its position, sending you a wink and a smile.
“Miss me, doll?”
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Jerome paces between each desk, one hand up to his chin as if he was thinking while the other is holding his elbow up. “Hm.. how do I get my doll to talk to me..” He keeps walking back and forth, fake pouting as he animatedly thinks. He stops abruptly and gasps, moving the hand from under his chin to point upwards. “I know!”
He smiles widely as he walks over to you and crouches down. You have to look down at him as he looks up at you innocently with a sweet smile on his face that felt like it could rot your teeth.
“I know how to get you to talk to me..” He stares into your eyes as his white teeth show in a sinister smile. His two fingers walk their way up the side of the chair and over to your strapped down wrist. He walks his pale pointer and middle finger over your hand as he begins talking again. “Remember that night in your kitchen?” He whispers, hoping to get a reaction out of you.
You freeze and your breath hitches in your throat. You try to not give him a reaction, but he’s already read you. Jerome smirks wide, resting an elbow on his knee and puts his head on his fist, looking up dreamily at you.
“I’ve been thinking about it ever since it happened.” He sends you teasing smile as he keeps talking, knowing that soon enough you’ll break. “The thought of your pretty lips touching mine was something I craved until now. I always wondered how pretty you’d look laying back on that counter, moaning and writhing for me. Begging me to fu-“
“Stop!”
Jerome smiles wide, a sinister curve of his lips reaching his ears. He perks up at your outburst, happy to see where it would lead. “I think I pushed all the right buttons.” He teases. He moves up from his crouched position and folds his hands behind his back. He stood tall in front of you again, looking up at him to make eye contact. He seemed to like the advantage he had at the moment, smiling down at you with pride.
“So, Y/N..” He leans forward quickly, still standing but bending his face towards yours. He was just inches away from you now, goosebumps prickling your skin. “Have you thought about me too?” Jerome whispers, staring down at your lips, waiting for you to answer him. When you don’t, he looks back up at your eyes. An overpowering emotion overrides you as your eye contact is made again, your breath hitching in your throat. His smirk forms again as he keeps talking. “I think you have..” His voice is as low as a whisper, only just grazing your ears.
“I think you’ve spent so many nights ready for me. Lying on your bed and thinking about me.. about the things I could do to you.” Jerome inches forward, moving to whisper into your ear. A shiver passes through your body as he gets closer, just inches away from his lips touching it. “I bet you sit there as soon as it hits midnight with your hands down your cute panties, dripping with the thought of me fucking you so good.” He bit your earlobe lightly, dragging his teeth across it until it fell from his mouth.
Heat traveled down your body from his words, your eyes subconsciously closing. The closer his body got towards you made you more anxious than you were just seconds before.
He moved back slightly with the same grin as before, it never faltering once. His hands gravitated towards the arms of your chair over time, it just now dawning on you. As he moves his face in front of you again, he opens his mouth, ready to speak. Before he could, you spit forward, landing directly on his tongue.
He flinched backwards, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, tasting and swallowing the saliva. His eyebrows furrow and he stares down at the ground, a conflicted look on his face.
He hums, “That was strangely pleasant.. Do it again.” Jerome quickly inches forward towards your face again with a sly smirk on his mouth. Without thinking, you throw your head directly im front of you, clashing it with his nose. He groans loudly as his head shoots back in pain. It sends a certain kind of electricity through your body, hitting straight down to your core.
He rises back up with a hysteric laugh and gushes of blood dripping from his nose. His body towers over you as he stands up straight, but quickly leaning down to your face. He grabs your chin roughly and pulls you towards his face.
“C’mon, doll. Don’t get hasty with me.” He says sternly, but there’s an underlying playful tone to his voice. He hasn’t let go of your chin as he glares at you. Seconds pass by until he finally tears his chilling gaze away from your eyes, down to your strapped down arms and legs. “Hm,” He hums and stands back up straight. He lets go of your chin forcefully, jostling your head lightly. He looks your body over once then meets your angry eyes. “You like bein’ tied up, doll?” He teases with a smile.
You huff and roll your eyes, looking away from him to try and search if there was someone else still alive that could help you. As your eyes scan over the cold floor littered with lifeless bodies, none of them were breathing. Your jaw clenches as you watch the gushing blood stream out of their once washed shirts, staining the polished ground.
“Hey, up here.” Jerome snaps his fingers and grabs your chin again. You sigh irritably and glare up at him. “Look at me when I’m talkin’ to ya, doll face.” He says sternly, lightly tapping your chin with his thumb. When he lets go, he turns around and looks around for something. You sit still, curious as to what the redhead was searching for.
Chills overrun your body when another man walks out from a shadow in the corner of the precinct. Robert Greenwood, ate a dozen women, Jim’s words made a shiver run down your spine. He always freaked you out.
“Here, bring that up here. Get a better angle of the room.” Jerome calls out to Greenwood. The older man was carrying a camera on his shoulder as he walks forward, climbing up on the desks next to Jerome.
The redhead walks towards you again as Greenwood films and zooms in on all of the dead bodies covering the floor. Once he gets close enough, Jerome smiles down at you. “Doesn’t my doll look so pretty?” He reaches down and lifts your chin up to look at him in the eye. He wasn’t necessarily asking anyone, or rather Greenwood, the question, more so just to put it out in the open. So when the other man growls inhumanely and nods in agreement, Jerome’s head snaps back to where the man holding the camera stood.
He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, trying to calm himself. He didn’t plan on killing Greenwood, at least not yet. So he swallowed the harsh words he was going to yell and looked back at you when he opened his eyes again.
He leans down towards you, “I bet you’d look even prettier if I used this ropes on you a different way, hm?” He whispers, just inches away from your face. You can feel his breath on you as he talks, almost like you could feel how truthful his words were. “I knew you’d like these, Y/N. I picked them out for you.” He smiles. “I know you’ve got somethin’ hidin’ in that cute head of yours. I wonder if I’ll figure it out later.” He teases, his voice just barely there.
“I’d like to see that.” Jerome snaps up and looks over towards Greenwood. His facial expression was an emotion that was stronger than anger. It held power as he glared down at the man just a few feet away, making the older man’s smile disappear. His camera had been facing the two of you, watching the interaction.
Jerome walks slowly towards him, each step that was hitting the clean desk intimidating the both of you further. His calm demeanor was threatening as he grows closer to the other. Once he stands just inches away from Greenwood, he looks down at him with a neutral expression.
“If you ever say anything about my doll again.. you won’t even have the time to think with that tiny brain of yours. Y’wanna know why?” Jerome’s voice is serious as he glares into his eyes, making the other man shake lightly. Greenwood didn’t respond, too nervous to generate a reply. “Because you’ll be dead.”
BANG!
You flinch as you hear a gunshot go off, shutting your eyes tightly. You hear a body hit the floor roughly and you open your eyes to see Greenwood lying lifeless on the floor next to you. A gaping hole on the side of his head runs red with blood, dripping down his face to the once-polished desk. Your hands shake as you watch him grow cold, not being able to tear your fear-filled eyes away from him. The camera landed next to him, the red button still flashing as it never stopped recording.
“Sorry, baby, he was getting on my nerves.” Jerome shrugs and walks back over to you. The gun is still in his hands as he gets closer to you, crimson blood splattered across his face, matching with his bloody nose. A couple red dots stain his blue button up, hitting the collar of his shirt. He throws the gun out of his hand and onto the floor, coincidentally landing just inches away from the new dead body next to you.
“How ‘bout we get outta here, huh?” Jerome suggests. As nice as it sounded to get out of the now-morgue that was once the GCPD, it wasn’t like you had a choice either way. He puts his hands on his hips and thinks for a moment. You could tell when he stared down at the floor, looking towards Greenwood’s body.
“Ooo!” He shouts with a wide smile and leans down to grab the camera. The red button never stops flashing as time goes by, having the past, what feels like hours, all on film.
He manhandles it as the camera glitches slightly. He picks it up and points it towards his face. “Hello Gotham City! We’re the Maniax! And I’m Jerome, the.. shot-caller of our little gang.”
Jerome speaks to the camera with the same energy. He never seems to have a calm or ‘normal’ side to him, no matter if he’s in front of a camera or you. There’s only one side to him now.
Guess he isn’t two-faced anymore.
“We’re here to spread wisdom and hope!” Jerome carries on with his dramatics. He sways his head side to side while he talks, showing his enthusiasm. When he hears a slight moan from the side of him, he looks over to see a random police officer lying in pain. As he groans in pain, hoping to get some sort of attention for help, the ginger takes the gun that rested beside Greenwood and shot him. You flinch again, not because of the gunshot, but you saw that Jerome had zero hesitation to shoot the corpse. What if he does that to you?
“Some people have no manners.” He shook his head and looked at the camera disappointedly. Suddenly, he forcefully grabs it and brings it near his face quickly. “You’re all prisoners. What you call sanity.. it’s just a prison in your mind that stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant absurd machine.” He waves his hand behind him to add theatrics. You felt his energy reverberate throughout the vast room, eccentric flare capturing you attention.
“Wake up!” He screams, pulling the lens closer to him again. “Why be a cog? Be free! Like us! Just remember, smile!” He laughs, then goes serious once he realizes something. His head snaps toward you, blinking once. “Oh!” He clicks his tongue and starts walking in your direction. “Hey, Jimbo..” He says teasingly into the camera. “I’ve got my doll here with me, too.” He points the lens down towards you. It recorded you strapped down to the wooden chair, but with no sign of bruises or cuts. Jim will know, you thought. “How are you, doll face? You doin’ okay?” He smiles behind the camera, watching you through the lens. You nod, knowing that the opposite reaction wouldn’t help either of you. “Goodie!” He smiles and laughs. Bringing the camera back to him, his ears perk up at the sound of sirens outside.
“Well, time to go!” Jerome smiles wide and grabs the hat that sat beside Greenwood’s dead body. He put it on his head, making sure it was secure. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back very soon. Hang on to your hats, folks! ‘Cause you ain’t seen nothing yet!” He laughed hysterically into the camera and then shuts it off. His devilish smile never left his face as he struts up towards you again.
“Hmm.. we’re gonna have to figure this out quick, doll face.” He puts a finger to his chin, tapping lightly. His movements always seemed animated, almost like he was in a cartoon. As he stood there and became deep in thought, he managed to crouch back down to your level. “I’m gonna untie these ropes, doll. But you can’t run away and grab mommy and daddy.” His voice was low, almost in a disciplinary way. It shut you up fast, making goosebumps rise on your skin and your body grow tense. He leans forward to start untying the knots on your wrists. “You’re gonna follow me like a good girl and maybe..” He shrugs with a growing smirk on his face. “We’ll get to have some fun.”
His words put you in a trance as he speaks, a shiver passing down your spine lightly. You swallow the lump in your throat, not because you felt scared, but because of.. how attracted you felt to him right now.
“How does that sound, doll?” He smiles as he unties the last rope on your right ankle and stands back up. You dumbly nod, too focused on the way he looked at the moment. He stood tall in front of you, his long legs filling your vision from the position on the chair. You’ve come to like the sinister smile on his face, though it may give you the chills some times. His ginger hair grew brighter in the fluorescent lighting of the GCPD, showcasing the vibrant orange hue.
“Good.” He offers his hand out towards you politely. His menacing smile intimates you as he teases you gently.
“Care to join me for a walk, m’lady?”
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Stepping foot into Theo Galavan’s house wasn’t exactly apart of your schedule today.
Walking down sidewalks and hiding in alleys on the way, wasn’t either. It was tricky trying to avoid the cops or other strangers passing by, given that you both wore GCPD uniforms and frankly, Jerome’s hair wasn’t very common in Gotham.
He made you hold his hand all the way back, saying that he ‘didn’t want to lose you.’ You weren’t sure which way to take the sentence, especially if it’s being said by a homicidal maniac. He’d squeeze your hand if someone ever got too close to you or if he heard any type of siren. He kept you close to him all the way back, either to soothe your worries or his. You weren’t sure.
“C’mon, doll face. Make yourself at home.” You’re cut out of your thoughts when you hear his energetic voice again. He smiles at you and walks towards the table in the main room. He picks at some grapes that were on display in a bowl, tearing them off the stem and throwing them up in the air and catching them in his mouth expertly.
You hesitantly wander the room, walking by the tall windows. You stop in front of one and look outside, noticing all of the police cars surrounding the precinct. Pedestrians walk to and fro, some on the phone, others talking to each other and others arguing. Seeing everything from this point of view, you noticed how sad everything looked. It was grey outside; no sun, only clouds. Smoke rose from factories into the air and sirens could be heard from anywhere in the city.
“What’cha lookin’ at, cutie?” Jerome’s voice slices the tense moment with yourself. For once, you were grateful to hear his loud tone. The blood on his face was washed off by now, the sink getting turned off just seconds before he walked over to you.
You shrug, “Outside.” You’ve learned that trying to meet Jerome’s personality level was hard, but it was worth it. To lash out or try to run away, wouldn’t be of any help. Who knows, maybe you’ll end up wanting to stay..?
He hums from behind you, slowly moving closer to you. He stood inches away from your backside, his eyes wandering the streets as well. He leans down slightly and whispers in your ear. “You seem tense, doll.” You shiver as his words pass by you and his hands start to creep up your shoulders. “What’s got you so cramped up, babydoll?” He gently massages your shoulders, hitting the perfect spots. You hold back soft moans in your throat, but your eyes flutter close against your will. He seems fine with not getting an answer.
“You like that?” It didn’t seem to be in a teasing manner, but a genuine question. You nod gently, too afraid to move too much incase he stopped. “Good.” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he replied, inching just a little bit closer to you again.
“Y’know, when I first saw you at the circus that day,” Jerome speaks again. You had no problem listening to him as he kept touching your tense shoulders. His voice was kind of soothing. “I thought you were the prettiest little doll I’ve ever seen. I always looked at that place as some sort of hellhole, where nothing good comes out of it. But you..” He giggles. “You, doll face.. you’re somethin’ else.” He whispers and kisses your ear gently before sliding his hands down your arms. Your breathing picks up as he gets as close as possible to you now, pressing his front up against your back.
His hands mold into yours calmly, taking his time with you. He takes a whiff of your neck, your faded perfume hitting his nose. He groans softly and rests his forehead against your shoulder. He plays with your fingers without looking at them. When he lifts his head again, he leans forward and presses soft kisses to your neck.
“Let me continue. Please.” He whispers into your skin. It was almost like a plea, on the verge of begging. Your heart skips a beat and you nod eagerly, immediately falling into his touch.
He groans into your skin and grips your hips, roughly pulling you back into him. You gasp when he tugs you backwards, your head falling back on his chest. His nails dig into your hips, through the fabric of your uniform pants. His kisses on your neck never relent as he glides his left hand up your body to put under your chin. His hand cups the underside of your jaw to tilt your head away to give him more access to your neck.
Once he bites down on your skin, you flinch in surprise but you grow to like the feeling. You feel Jerome’s smirk against your sensitive skin, definitely leaving a deep mark on it. His lips hover over different spots until they lock on a certain one. When you moan gently, he smiles widely and sucks down on your skin. Your breathing gets heavy as he takes his time with your body, closing your eyes in content.
“Lets see what other noises I can get outta ya, hm?” He moves his hands away from your hip and chin, inching towards your chest. He keeps his face close to yours, as his hands unbutton a few of the top on your police shirt. You moan when he unexpectedly grabs your breasts and squeezes; not enough to hurt, but enough to make you yearn for more. Your mouth stays open in silent pleasure, still shocked at his sudden movement.
“Ooo, doll. You like me bein’ rough with ya?” Jerome smirks with a quiet laugh. “I’m not surprised. I saw the way you eyed me earlier when I untied you. I wonder what you were thinking.. hm..” He pretends to think as he gripped your boobs again, bunching up your shirt. You moan again, each surprise advance towards you shocked you. “Maybe you were wondering what it’d be like if I fucked ya, hm? Or maybe.. when I have you on your knees for me? No, no.. maybe.. when I’ll have ya beggin’ for me to touch you and play with your pretty little pussy.” Shivers go up and down your spine as electricity shoots down your body, straight to your core.
“Fuck, Jerome..” His words had an affect on you that he was very aware of. His lips curl up, forming that signature smile of his. He liked the sound of his name on your tongue, the pleading tone of your voice making his heart beat faster. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease you before he could touch you properly.
His right hand moves down your body quickly, straight to the waist of your pants. Without a second thought, it glides past it and feels the fabric of your underwear. He reaches down to cup it before stroking his two fingers against you. A whine erupts from your throat before you could stop it. He smirks when he feels the wet patch form under his fingers. “Already soaking. I wonder who got you this wet?” Jerome’s voice is cocky and he smiles with pride.
His fingers slip past your underwear and he immediately runs two fingers down your slit, gathering your wetness on the pads of his fingertips. He groans at the feeling and pulls his hand out of your pants, ignoring the huff that came out of your mouth. Pushing his fingers past his pink lips, sucking on the taste of you that was left on him. He moans and takes his fingers out of his mouth and puts it back on your stomach to rest there.
“Fuck, doll. I knew you’d taste good, but never in my dreams have you tasted like this.” He admits, looking down at you. Your body felt hot, whether it was from his contact or his words, it didn’t matter anymore.
Fuck, you needed him. You needed his stupid red hair, and his stupid pink lips, and his stupid body. You needed Jerome Valeska.
“Please, Jerome,” You would never go as low to beg or plead, but right now, in this moment, you felt like you could. Your head was still resting against his chest, looking up at him submissively.
He chuckles and puts his hand up to cup your jaw. “Mm, c’mon, babydoll. Let’s go up to my room. Don’t need anyone seein’ what’s mine.” He leans down and kisses you passionately, before breaking away with a teasing smirk. He grabs your hand and runs for the stairs.
Once you both make it up there, he leads you to his room and opens the door. When you walk in, you barely have time to look around until Jerome connects your lips together. He sucks on your bottom lip before licking it, wanting permission to kiss you deeper. When you playfully deny it and not open your mouth, he bites down on the soft flesh making you gasp. Automatically, your lips part and his tongue invades the space in your mouth. You don’t realize when his hand reaches up to your hair and cups the back of your head to get you as close as possible to him. He tugs your hair with force, making you pull away from the kiss. A moan escapes your throat at the sudden pressure, looking up at him, silently questioning him.
He stays quiet as he slowly lets his tight grip go. The same hand trails its way towards your jaw and lays there. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, dragging it down gently. His green eyes never leave your lips, too entranced with the way you look right now. You looked vulnerable, powerless and Jerome loved it. It was like a predator with it’s prey, stalking it down and putting it in danger. He liked the chase.
“You look so pretty like this. So vulnerable, just for me.” Suddenly, he grabs your chin and leans down to become inches away from your face. “Lay down on the bed. I told you we were gonna have some fun.” He smiles insanely and giggles. Chills erupt on your body, but as soon as he lets go of you, you immediately rush to the bed next to you.
“Y’wearin’ too much.” He grumbles and walks over to the foot of the bed. His hands reach out for your shirt, wrinkling it under his hands. You gasp when you hear a rip course through the air, seeing tiny buttons fly away. Your shirt tears in half and he throws it across the room, somewhere he couldn’t care to look right now.
Before you could say anything, he begins talking again. “Much better.” He smiles and teases his fingers around your waist, fiddling with the top of your pants. His finger hooks in it and stretches it, smirking when it slips off his finger and slapping back down on your skin. You grow impatient as he teases you, your body starting to ache for him.
“Jerome,” You were quickly cut off by him.
“Patience, Y/N.” His voice was stern as he looked into your eyes, intimidating you. Jerome didn’t even have to say the words and he would still make you nervous; the cold stare of the psychopath sending chills down your spine. You nod obediently, knowing better than to say anything.
Once he looks away from your eyes, his fingers resume walking around your pants waistline. Quickly, he hooks two fingers on either side and pulls them down. Cold air hits your skin fast, making you shiver. Jerome smiles at your reaction. He takes them fully off and throws them in the same direction as your shirt. You lie in front of him in nothing else than a bra and underwear. You felt bare in front of him, scared or unsafe. He was right, you were vulnerable in front of him, you thought to yourself.
“Relax, doll. Let me feel you.” His rough hands slide up your legs, feeling every mark or blemish under his fingertips. His hand dips with your hips and thighs, squeezing the skin. A whine emits from your throat as his nails dig into your skin dangerously. They scratch down your legs, leaving hot red lines after his torture on your body. You feel the pain sting you, but it felt good. You felt like you needed it.
“Such a naughty girl.. liking me hurt you.” His voice is taunting and playful, excited for whatever was to come next. “I bet you’re even wetter for me.” He leans down and starts kissing around your stomach, slowly trailing down. “Fuck, doll. You’re soaking your panties.” He says breathlessly, never bringing his head up to stop kissing you. He makes his way down to your thighs, occasionally sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. He smirks when he feels your breath get stuck in your throat when he gently kisses over the top of your underwear that was covering your slit.
Pale hands glide up your thighs and towards your hips, moving them under the hem of your underwear. Before he pulls then down fully, he looks back at you and smiles, “Told ya you had cute panties.”
Your chest rises and falls faster than before as you lay before him, completely bare. You were utterly helpless in this situation and you kind of liked it. Jerome had a sense of power of you, whether it was because of his intimidating personality or because of the utter sexual magnitude he has.
He groans when he takes them off and immediately spreads your legs further. “Look at you, my little dolly. So beautiful.. all for me.” It almost seemed like he was reassuring himself that. You and your body now belonged to the insane psychopath that has murdered several people. Anyone with a brain would realize how wrong this was; how disturbed you should be, having a maniac like Jerome Valeska between your legs. But in that moment, you didn’t care. You needed him, craved him.
“Always wanted to taste ya..” He lifts your leg up to position your foot on the bed and have your knees bent. He leans forward and lightly presses his lips against certain areas on your thigh, his devilish smile never leaving his pretty face. “Thought about it every night at Arkham. Dreamt about it. Thought about how pretty you looked in your dining room.. the way I could’ve bent you over the countertop and fucked the life outta ya.” He giggles against your skin, now just inches away from where you desperately needed him. “And as good as this is gonna feel, doll face.. I can’t wait to have you on your knees for me later.”
A loud gasp reverberates through the room as he licks up your slit, tasting all of you. He groans and wraps his arms under your thighs to pull you closer to him. He never eases up on you as he eats you out with fervor. Short fingernails mark the skin on your thighs, showing everyone who you belonged to.
This is wrong. All of this is wrong. But every part of your body was screaming that it was right. You’ve never felt like this with anyone before; the insatiable need to feel him and have him feel you. It didn’t seem like the feeling would ever stop, even while he tastes you.
Unwrapping one arm from under your thigh, his right hand moves forward and starts to rub your clit. Moans and gasps fill the room entirely, a beautiful melody in Jerome’s ears. His two fingers move down, teasing you before pushing them inside you. Clenching the bedsheet in your hand so aggressively, it felt like your knuckles were going to break. It was hard trying not to inflate his ego, but the sensations he was making you feel right now were more than you could handle.
“That feel good, baby?” Even though he was still between your legs, his voice was still loud. His signature smile never left his face, too excited to change. You nod quickly, too entranced to produce any words. He hums and tickles the skin around your thigh with kisses, while still fingering you. His red hair was bright against your skin, standing out to anyone that were to look inside the room.
Curling his fingers perfectly, they hit a certain spot inside you that made your legs twitch in pleasure. A choked out moan leaves your mouth, one of your hands that was clutching the sheet moving to his long hair. You tug on it, making him groan.
“Fuck,” Jerome’s voice was breathless, too busy to talk. He bit down on the inside of your thigh, before moving back to your clit. As his fingers move faster inside you, his lips wrap around your clit and sucks lightly.
“Jerome, I’m..” No words were comprehensible in your mind, too busy on the pleasure you were feeling. The sensation went to your head quickly, the only thing on your mind being Jerome, Jerome, Jerome.
“Mm, c’mon, doll.” His lips were wet and he looked up at you with hooded eyes and his crazy smile. If you were to just see his eyes, they would’ve been threatening, and they still are with his whole face. But something about his predatory look was so attractive. “You close?” His tone was teasing, but you were too far gone to care.
Nodding quickly was your response, your back arching slightly at Jerome’s pace. Before you realized it, he stopped. Pulling out his fingers and taking his mouth away with a smirk on his face.
“What..? Jerome,” You lean up on your elbows, trying to get a better look at him. He stands back up against the end of the bed, bringing his two used fingers to his mouth. He puts them in and sucks on them before pulling them out and wiping the corner of his mouth. A shiver went down your spine at his little show, swallowing dryly. “Why did you stop?”
Before he answered, he reaches over to start unbuttoning his shirt. Discarding it somewhere else in the room, neither of you caring where it landed. Your eyes raked over his body; his broad shoulders standing strongly, his muscles moving every time he would, his abs tightening at the cold air. He looked like he was sculpted by a god, his body mesmerizing you.
“I told you, Y/N.” He leans over you, resting his hands against the bed by your body. His face was inches away from yours, his eyes boring into yours. They were scary, almost like they were threatening you. “As good as that was gonna feel, I’m gonna have you on your knees for me.” He whispered.
Suddenly, he grabs your hands and pulls you up to him. Yelping when you land on your feet, standing in front of him, his hands securing themselves around your waist. He brings you close to him, pressing his body against yours. “You ready for me, doll face?” He whispers again, leaning down towards your ear. One of his hands slides down your leg and grips the back or your thigh.
You nod, not wanting to upset him. His wide smile was disturbing in a way that you started to get used to it.. maybe even started to like it.
“Good. Because you weren’t gonna have a choice either way.” Pushing you down onto your knees with forceful hands, your legs already starting to bruise from the harsh treatment. Gasping at his aggression, but not too shocked by it. One freckled-covered hand moves for his belt, undoing it as his other rests on the back of your head. The loud noises of his belt clinking in front of you filled the room, noticing that it was better than the silence that seemed even louder.
Unzipping his fly and letting his belt and pants lie there, his hand never leaving the back of your head. “C’mon. I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do.” His voice filled your ears, already eating at your actions. Not wanting to disappoint him, you quickly reach out for his pants and pull them down with his boxers. Swallowing dryly when you see all of him, worried you weren’t going to be able to take it all.
“What, are you scared?” Jerome’s voice cut you out of your daze, immediately looking up at him. His voice was condescending, starting to get to your brain. “You can take it, don’t worry, baby.” He brushes a hand through your hair gently, before gripping it tightly making you gasp. With your mouth open, he moves forward and slides into your mouth. Choking immediately, he smirks and stands still for a moment. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, he pouts mockingly before giving in and pulling back slightly. He lets you start moving against him, starting off slow. You take your time in the beginning, never looking away from his eyes. He likes the eye contact you keep with him, still holding a harsh grip on your hair.
Getting annoying with your pace, he starts to move his hips forward, clashing with your movements. Reaching out to stabilize yourself, your hands landing on his thighs and your nails digging into his skin painfully. He groans at the sting, starting to throat fuck you harder, not paying attention to the tears that form in your eyes. His head hits the back of your throat aggressively, his hand holding you still starting to burn your scalp. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.
Jerome’s eyes shut tight and he throws his head back in pleasure. His abs clenched as he kept moving, his bicep on his right arm that held you, bulging with how much strength he was using on you. It felt like he was going to pull out strands of your hair, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.
“Can you take it, huh?” Jerome’s raspy voice cut through the air, teasing you. He looked back down at you, watching a tear fall down your cheek. He groans and uses his other hand to wipe it with his thumb and bring it up to his lips to lick it. His hips never relent their abuse on your mouth, too caught up in the pleasure to realize the way he bruised the back of your throat.
Catching him by surprise when you hollow your cheeks around him, his hips stutter and he moans louder than before. “Fuck, Y/N.” His voice is breathless and it raises goosebumps on your body. “Takin’ it like the good girl you are.” His eyes lock onto yours, still moving his hips the same pace as before. When his hand manages to grip your hair even harder and his hips occasionally bucking every now and then, it signaled to you that he was close.
As much as you wanted to pull away to not give him what he wanted because of his what he did to you earlier, he wouldn’t let you move. Stilling inside your mouth as he shakes lightly, he reaches his limit and releases on your tongue. Moaning your name as he calms down, he starts to move out of your mouth. Your throat is scratchy and dry once he forces you to swallow. Your breathing was heavy as your chest rose and fell quickly, looking up at him from your knees.
His smirks widens, laughing softly while looking down at you. His hand loosens his grip and your scalp felt like it could breathe again. Slowly, he strokes your hair and moves his hand under your chin. He holds it gently, keeping you in place. “C’mere, baby.” Jerome puts his hands under your arms and brings you to your feet. Your knees are bruised badly, having to reach out to hold onto his arms tightly before your legs buckled underneath you. He laughs, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist. “You look so good, doll.” His right hand causes goosebumps in its wake as it travels up your body, sliding between your breasts and up to your neck. It rests there for a little while before starting to wrap around your throat. Your mouth opens subconsciously, giving him perfect access to run his pointer and middle finger across your bottom lip.
Your lips were swollen at this point, your mouth being molded to the shape of him. He smiles when you open your mouth just slightly wider, letting his fingers rest on your tongue. You suck on them and hollow your cheeks, watching his adams apple bob lightly. Once he pulls them out, he never takes them away and glides down your bottom lip, coating it in your spit. Bringing up his thumb, he drags the same lip down as he leans forward and meets your tongue with his. Kissing you with only the amount of passion that you weren’t sure you could even handle, sending sparks along your skin. Your hand moves behind his head, trying to push him closer to you and holding onto his hair tightly. He groans into the the mesh of lips and kisses you deeper, his hand around your throat starting to get tighter.
When he pulls away, you grab an intake of air, out of breath from the kiss and Jerome’s hand choking you. He chuckles, squeezing your throat once before letting go. His hand moves up to the back of your head and gently grabs your hair again. You sharply inhale at the pull as Jerome gets closer to you. He leans forward and whispers in your ear, “Get on the bed.” As soon as he lets you go, you follow his orders and lay back on the soft mattress. He mirrors your actions and leans his body over yours, resting his forearms beside your head. Without hesitation, he moves forward and kissed you harshly.
While you were distracted, you didn’t realize one of his hands trailing down your body. Goosebumps rise on your arms when you feel his fingers run through your folds gently. “You want it so bad, huh?” His voice is quiet against your lips, staring into your eyes. They were cold, but still had a flash of fun in them. You nodded eagerly, waiting for any sort of relief that he would give to you. “Still so wet for me.. you’re such a good girl, ya know that? Listen to me so well..” Adding more force to his fingers, your body freezing at the pressure as more heavy exhales escape your slightly parted lips. He smiles and chuckles breathlessly.
Take your hips in his hands suddenly, he grips you tight enough to leave marks as he flips himself over and sits you on his lap. You yell at the fast movement, too caught up in the way his fingers felt to realize his motive.
“Bet ya weren’t expectin’ that, were ya, doll face?” He cackles and grips your thighs strongly. You blush at his words, embarrassed having the scream escape your lips seconds ago. He raises you up your knees by moving your hips up with just enough force, your hands immediately going out to rest on his chest to hold yourself. He smiles the same smile he has been, only wider. “C’mon, you wanted it, didn’t ya?” He smacks your thigh, his dominance never leaving no matter his position.
You nod, not being able to form any words. He hums and smiles, waiting for your next move. You look down and line yourself up with him, slowly starting to sink down. He groans at the feeling as you moan from the stretch, sitting still for a moment to get used to it. “Hurry up, doll. Don’t keep me waiting.” His voice was slightly breathless, smacking your thigh again. The pleasure was getting to him as well as you started to slowly move on him. It was hard to do so, your knees still violently bruised from just minutes before.
“What, can’t do it? I thought you wanted it so badly.” His condescending tone makes you whine in embarrassment, your nails digging into the pale skin of his chest. Harsh red crescent-moon shapes painted his body, brightly contrasted with his white skin. It almost matched with his hair.
“Such a needy girl, having to make me do everything for you.” Jerome sighs and moves your hips up to pull out of you and flips your positions back over again. With you laying underneath him now and him above you, he quickly thrusts back inside you, making you cry out. He smiles widely at the noise, quickly moving his hips against yours again. He groans and never stops his pace, encouraged by your state of pleasure. You grip onto his back as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer to you. One of his hands rushes down to your thigh, holding it tightly against him.
“Fuck, doll,” His voice shakes slightly as he moans, his headboard hitting the wall behind it aggressively. The sound only spurs him on more, wanting the whole world to know what the two of you were doing. He knew this was wrong, to sleep with the enemy, but every part of his body was telling him it was all he ever needed. He would’ve done anything for you in that moment, feeling more vulnerable than he’s ever had been before. He also knew that if anyone at the GCPD were to find out about this, your job was absolutely done for. But maybe that was a good thing for him, maybe he wanted that so he can keep you to himself.
“Need you to cum, baby.” Jerome whispers in your ear, his groans filling up your hearing. The sound of skin slapping skin interrupted the once silent room, mixing with the severe clashing of the headboard to the wall.
His pace and words bring you to your edge quickly, your body almost failing when the hand that was once on your thigh, inching forward to circle your clit. Moaning loudly, your nails scratch his back, leaving dark red lines in contrast to his pale skin. He responds to the delicious pain, moaning louder in your ear. Signaling to him that you were close, he thrusts faster and harder inside you. As you arch your back in pleasure, his head leans forward and rests on your shoulder. His eyes are squeezed shut in satisfaction, his mouth open in a silent plea of arousal.
“Jerome, I..” Words weren’t put together in your mind, the only thing fogging it up was the man on top of you. He hums and nods quickly, applying more pressure on your clit.
“You’re so close, doll, I can feel it.” He bites your shoulder hard before moving up and whispering in your ear again. “C’mon, I wanna see you come. I bet you look so pretty- fuck. Squeezing me so tight. You feel so good, baby.” He rambles on, opening his eyes to watch your face. Your body starts to shake as your pent up pleasure releases and you follow his orders. He smiles while he watches you, his abs constricting as he gets closer as well. Your eyes start to close tightly, before he moves against you in a particularly hard thrust. “Look at me while you come.” He demands, and you follow through immediately.
You start to grow sensitive as he keeps moving, abruptly stopping when he reaches his peak just seconds after yours. Groaning loudly in your ear, your body shivers at the overpowering noise and he starts to calm down. Both of your chests were breathing fast as you relax from the intense feelings. Once Jerome finds the energy, he pulls out of you and falls down beside you on his bed.
“Fuck, if I knew you were that good in bed, I would’a broke out sooner.” He jokes and laughs once your reach over and slap his chest. “I’m just kiddin’, doll!” His tough arms wrap around your shoulders and bring you close to him. You both lie on each other, still trying to figure out what just happened. He inhales quickly as he starts to play with your messy hair, showing you that he was debating on talking or not.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, your voice still scratchy.
He purses his lips and opens his mouth, internally question whether it would be a good idea or not to tell you. Finally, he makes a snap decision and gives in. “Y’know, when I was in Arkham.. I wrote about’cha in my diary.” He reveals, a soft red tint covering his pale cheeks. He immediately regretted it once he sees a teasing smile form on your face. He rolls his eyes and looks away from you.
“Jerome Valeska has a diary?” You smile and laugh softly, sitting up slightly. He groans with annoyance, unwrapping his arms around you. You grab his chin gently and make him look over at you. “Don’t be embarrassed,” You laugh. “I think it’s cute.” You shrug. Laughing more when he groans again, knowing you were pushing his buttons.
“Shut up, doll face.” He wrestles you over back into a position where you were underneath him again as he hovered over you. “Y’wanna know what else is in there?” Your breath hitches slightly as his voice drops down deeper. “Plans to take over Gotham. I’m gonna run this city, whether anyone likes it or not.” He leans over and whispers in your ear with a threatening voice, making a shiver go down your spine and chills raise on your body. “First, I’m gonna kill Bruce Wayne. And then, I’m gonna go and find my pathetic brother, put him on the tallest building in Gotham City and watch him fall down each floor until his lifeless body hits the ground.” His smile never leaves his face as he talks, showing you that he was excited for his plans. A lump forms in your throat as he speaks, your situation only coming to light now. “And I’d love for you to join me, doll.” He continues. “But that’s a conversation for another day.” He shrugs and gets up, his positive mood already resurfacing. He bends over and grabs his boxers and puts them on. “Why don’t we go see what Jimbo is doin’, huh? I bet he’s freaking out, knowing that I have little ol’ you with me.” Jerome laughs hysterically, throwing his head back.
Realization hits you like a truck as you lay there, on Jerome Valeska’s bed, coming to terms with the fact that you were stuck with him from now on. Living the life of a criminal on Gotham’s streets, forced to turn over a new leaf. You sit paralyzed, too terrified to truly believe it.
“Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, doll face.” Jerome looks back over at you, noticing your frozen position. He smiles maniacally, showing his sharp, white teeth to you.
This was going to be anything but fun…
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jeromevalecka · 10 months
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୨୧ jerome valeska nsfw alphabet .
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words : 889
warnings : nsfw , extreme ish kinks , jerome (😭) and overall sexual themes
notes : reader is gn but afab , smut. sorry for any grammar mistakes n I hope this is sorta in character ♡
⚠︎NSFW BELOW, PROCEED WITH CAUTION⚠︎
A = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Jerome at first doesn't know what to do and just goes to clean himself up. If you were to give him hints though he'd of course clean you up too. If he's tired after he'll request to cuddle and fall asleep together
B = body part (favorite body part of their own and their s/o's )
He likes his hands most for some reason, he loves seeing it on your body, around your throat and whenever you were to suck on his fingers. In terms of his s/o's favorite body part it's definitely your throat or hips. Loves pulling you close by the hips and choking you
C = cum (anything that has to do with it)
Jerome definitely has a breeding kink, he likes "marking" you as his, definitely also loves cumming into your mouth
D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)
He's into being choked as well. Would also love to have sex somewhere publicly. Though Jerome is mostly an open book with you about his kinks, fantasies etc so these would probably be discussed at some point.
E = Experience (do they know what they are doing)
Jerome probably hasn't had sex before you came along. But his confidence and his knowledge definitely makes up for it!
F = favorite position
Loves doggy-style , he can pull your hair and slam into you more rough this way. He also likes the riding position
G = goofy (how serious are they)
I think we all know Jerome , so he'd probably be a little silly goofy during sex but of course also takes it serious. Would love for you to crack up a laugh during it though when he makes a joke.
H = hair (grooming habits)
Never shaves, likes the way it looks unshaven, plus he couldn't care less.
I = intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
I think we all guessed but he looooves going rough and hard.
J = jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Used to masturbate like everyday, now does it every once in a while if you aren't around.
K = kinks (certain kinks they like)
some of his kinks are : ax play, knife play, choking kink, bdsm, spit kink, public sex, biting kink, dacraphilia (gets aroused if you were to cry), hair pulling, daddy kink etc.
L = location (where they like to get it on)
Prefers the bedroom, but has definitely had fantasies of doing you in a dark alleyway somewhere in Gotham or in a ride at the carnival.
M = Motivation (things that turn them on)
If you were to let out groans or certain noises. Seeing your cleavage, ass or just you in underwear. Sucking on his fingers. Whenever you sit down on his lap etc.
N = no (turnoffs or absolutely won't-do's)
anything involving sex with multiple people, he wants you all to himself.
O = oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
absolutely loves giving you head (like I stated in my previous nsfw hcs for him), he's actually pretty good at it. Blowjobs are also one of his favorite things, likes to throatfuck you.
P = pace (how fast they are and how long they last)
Jerome likes going fast, he can probably go for 3 rounds if he isn't tired.
Q = quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Jerome's hips always lose control, he loses himself in the moment so his page is fast and his thrusts are hard.
R = risk (do they like to try new things)
He's not opposed to new things and would be willing to try stuff out with you.
S = stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
can definitely go 3 rounds or more whenever he's not tired, each round is less than 7 mins max
T = toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or their s/o)
He has definitely bought one of those remote control vibrators before to tease you with when you guys are out.
U = unfair (how do they tease and do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Of course he's such a tease during sex, he likes seeing you get desperate and needy for him. It goes the same way if you were to tease him, he'd definitely lose patience and start getting desperate.
V = volume (are they loud, what kind of sounds and do they talk)
Jerome is definitely not afraid to let you hear how much he's enjoying it. Definitely groans a lot during sex and loooves to praise you (if you wanna be degraded he's definitely up for that too)
W = wild card (random sincanon of any sort)
He loves leaving bites and hickies all over you from neck to thighs. Also likes it if you were to squeeze his ass while in missionary (it turns him on more).
X = x-ray (what's down below in their pants)
He's a solid 6.3 inches and his shaft curves upwards a little.
Y = yearning (sexdrive level)
He gets horny super easily and once he does you can't stop him 😭
Z = zzz (do they sleep afterwards and if so how quickly after)
He definitely gets sleepy after it, likes cuddling and falling asleep together with you. He usually falls asleep after a solid 7 minutes as he snores quietly and softly in your arms.
requests are open ! thank you for reading have a great day/night ♡
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your-nanas-house · 6 months
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gurllll ~
you know I go FERAL for Jerome × Coquette doll fem!reader
can u PLEASE 👺 do a SPICY 😫 on that !?
I will let you marry me if u do 😻
ALSO, I CLAIM STRAWBERRY ANON 👺
~ 🍓
Girlll?? I can, darling 🤣 my my what a offer and YESSS MY FIRST EMOJI-ANON!! -Nana 🍓
His not so innocent dolly
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◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X coquette fem!Reader
◇ Warnings: smut, innocent kink, choking, breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink
◇ Summary: Your boyfriend Jerome has a huge weak spot for your innocent sexy style.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This could be the second Kinktober 2023 fic.
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Jerome's gloved hand was holding you by the throat, pressing the pearls of your necklace against your delicate skin, leaving probably a red mark.
His other hand was buried under your white dress that hugged your chest perfectly and left all the accessibility for your man to play with your sex as much as he wanted, without restrictions.
Jerome was cupping your pussy, three clothed fingers inside of you and his hot palm rubbing deliciously against your clit.
He was pumping and moving his fingers messily but stil managing to make you moan his name like a prayer as your eyes closed and your head fell back, your arms around his muscular exposed shoulders.
As you reached the peak of your first orgasm, Jerome wasted no time in ridding himself of his pants and sliding his entire length into you, admiring how your face contorted in pain and pleasure.
"Look at ya, dolly—" he purred while cooing at you, his wet fingers caressing softly your flushed cheek
"Ya taking daddy soooo good" he added as he thrusts a couple of times up, making you bounce and whimper loudly while he laughed.
The pace he took wasn't delicate at all, it was fast, angry and needy but you didn't mind, it described your Jerome perfectly and you loved it— even though you knew you wouldn't be able to walk without limping as soon as he was done with you.
Your walls still hadn't gotten used to or adjusted to his huge cock, so they gripped it like they didn't want to let go of it, eliciting delicious grunts from the ginger
"Yesss, doll. Just like that— keep taking daddy" Jerome grunted reaching slowly his peak
"Ya so tight and warm, 'm gonna fill ya and make ya so full with my babies!" He grunted another time, opening his eyes to take in your apparence.
You were a complete mess, your face red, your hair messy, your nipples erect and your dress still intact for some weird reason; you looked like an angel and at the same time also like a little devil— Jerome was always so excited when he could see this contrast in you.
Which is why after a few more thrusts he shot his load deep inside you, filling you as best he could before collapsing on the bed with a satisfied but sleepy smile.
"My dolly" Jerome whispered with his raspy voice as he cuddled you while catching his breath.
He really loved your innocent, hot style.
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gothamitelove · 10 months
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Victor Zsasz, Jervis Tetch, & Jerome Valeska (all Gotham) how they would react to you asking them to dance? If they say yes, what kind of dance would it be? Please and thank you:]
sure!! make those boys have fun bestie i support you (and sorry this took so long omg)
victor zsasz: is 100% down to dance. he knows some sick moves he can bust out. really likes dancing in public because he gets to show you off
jervis tetch: likes dancing, but doesn't do it much in public. he'll do it if you're asking, though. he likes more classical dance- think the waltz, stuff like that.
jerome valeska: also Very hyped to dance with you. he gives you a huge grin and says, "anything for you, doll" and then you are off to the RACES my friend. he's a little rough around the edges but he'll make sure you have fun
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deirdre-belle · 1 year
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Itsy Bitsy - Jerome Valeska x Reader
Summary: Jerome meets Y/N in Arkham. Warnings: swearing, mentions of past violence A/N: I know it sucks but it's my first fic so bear with me.
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Jerome had only been at Arkham for a week, yet he was already tempted to commit a second murder as he noticed a migraine waiting to happen had strolled right into the cafeteria.
"Hey, Ginger." Flashing a toothy grin, Greenwood plopped down on the chair across from him, and Jerome wondered if he'd be able to rip out a couple of the cannibal's rotted teeth before any of the guards had time to stop him.
"What do you want, Greenwood?"Jerome rolled his eyes and said in a bored tone.
"You see that girl over there?" He motioned towards a girl with dishevelled hair as if she hadn't brushed it in some time, and a blanket was falling off her shoulders as she doodled furiously on a piece of paper. "I dare you to spill this one her notebook."
Greenwood smirked while sliding him a plastic cup filled halfway with what Jerome hoped was water.
"No." Jerome, with a dangerous smile, slid the cup back. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Greenwood's shenanigans.
"I'm not asking, Ginger," Greenwood smirked, shoving the cup back to Jerome.
"Not interested." Jerome roughly grabbed a hold of the cup as he got ready to shove it up Greenwood's-
"Why? Because you're weak?"
Jerome froze.
He had two options. He could go over to that girl, "accidentally" spill whatever was in the cup onto her notebook, and risk her never wanting to talk to him. Or, he could refuse and prove to Greenwood and everyone else in this hell hole that he is weak, boring, and he is already walking towards her.
"Mind if I sit down?" He huffed in a bored tone.
The girl studied him for a moment before nodding her head and watching him take the seat across from her. She quickly shut the notebook before Jerome could sneak a peak at what she was drawing.
"I saw you talking to Greenwood, so I know he probably told you to pull my hair or throw that drink in my face," She grumbled.
"How did you-"
"He always tells the new inmates to be mean to me." She leaned back in her chair, fixing her blanket so that it no longer fell off her shoulders, and glaring at him as though expecting him to deny it. Instead, he asked her why Greenwood hated her so much.
At his question, she perked up. Before, she was able to hid it well, but now he could see the insanity lingering in her eyes. And her smile- Jerome nearly feel out of seat at sight of it. It was crazy, beautiful, and made it obvious she was up to no good.
"Did you know that Greenwood is afraid of spiders?" She leaned towards him conspiringly. Jerome wasn't entirely sure where this was going but he knew he liked what he was hearing.
"I'm listening," he smirked devilishly.
"One time," She beamed, "Bitsy got lost and somehow ended up in Greenwood's cell. He thinks I put him there on purpose."
She looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses before she lifted a large hairy tarantula from her lap just enough so that only Jerome could see it. There was nothing itsy about Bitsy at all. In fact, he could see why Greenwood would be freaked out by it.
"I used to have a pet snake," She mumbled sadly, "but my parents gave him to my cousin after I got locked up."
"You would have loved the circus," Jerome said, remembering how Haly's Circus had all sorts of animals.
"Have you ever been?" Her face lit up with excitement. "I've never been to a circus but I've always wanted to be one of those circus acrobats that swing from those really high bars without a net-"
"A trapeze artist?"
"Yeah!" She exclaimed louder than necessary, earning the attention of some of the other inmates. "And the animals are really cool too, though I'm glad they aren't shown at circuses anymore."
"Not at the one I'm from," Jerome scoffed. The memory of being forced to clean out the elephant cage on a scalding summer day caused him to grit his teeth.
"You're from the circus?" She asked, obviously wanting to know more.
"My mom was a snake dancer," he plastered on a smile. "You know, the snake was actually the one that led those dumb cops to her body."
"No!'" She gasped incredulously.
"Yeah." He nodded. His mouth curved into a wicked smile as a fun idea popped into his head. "So, back to Greenwood, I think I know how to get him off our backs."
"How?"
After talking to her, Jerome sauntered back to his own table where Greenwood waited impatiently. Despite his smile, he was clearly fuming.
"I knew you were too much of a wuss to do it," He sneered, although Jerome wasn't bothered by it. It just made what he planned to do a hundred times more worth it.
"You were right," Jerome shrugged, placing the cup back in front of Greenwood.
"What'd she do? Bat her eyelashes at you till you chickened out?"
"Something like that." Jerome grinned in anticipation. Greenwood brought the cup to his lips only to let out a blood-curdling screech as he threw the cup across the room.
The girl's laugh echoed through the cafeteria, gaining everybody's attention.
"You little-" Greenwood roared, charging towards the girl who looked more elated than frightened by his outburst. He never got the chance to do anything because, as soon as the guards burst in, the whole room went into a frenzy.
Half the inmates were in a panic, due to the guards tackling Greenwood. Some were screaming, crying, running around, and a few pretended to be injured. In the middle of all the chaos, Jerome spotted Y/N on the far side of the room gently picking Bitsy up and hiding him in her blanket. Then, she approached him.
"That was amazing!" She grinned. She took her notebook out from under her blanket, placed it on the table, and flipped to the last page. Carefully, she ripped the page from the notebook and handed it to him.
On the paper was a surprisingly well-drawn portrait of himself and in the bottom corner she wrote:
To Ginger -From Y/N
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Stress Reliever
Jerome Valeska x Fem! Reader (nsfw)
(2,113 words)
Reader is stressed and hates college. Luckily, Jerome knows how to make you feel a little better.
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Warnings/Tags: nsfw (don’t look minors), comfort sex, rough sex (sorta), slight overstimulation (if you squint), nipple play
Notes: this is really self indulgent lmaoo sorry if this is cringe lol
You let out a sigh, shutting your laptop and plugging it in to charge. It was six o’clock and it was already starting to look dimmer outside- not that you could tell because of the rain, anyway. You made your way to your room to change into something more comfortable. You were in such a rush to get most of your assignments done, you didn’t even realize to change out of your cold, rain-soaked clothes. When you reached the doorway, you could already see his unmistakable vibrant orange hair on your bed.
Jerome liked to do that sometimes. He would pop in unexpectedly. At first it freaked you out, wondering how he got in. It was Gotham City after all, and you made sure all your doors and windows were under lock and key and then some. After the first eight times, you learn to get used to it.
“How was school today, dollface? Busy day I assume?” He asked, sitting up. He had that same playful grin that you never tired of. Flicking on the light switch, you turned to him.
“Only had sociology today, but I had a fucking test, hoping to God I didn’t fail.” Slipping your sweater off and leaving your undershirt on, you went to undo your jeans. “Had a shit ton of work to do after though.” Once you got your jeans off, you were left in your underwear. Too tired to put on sweatpants, you just slipped into bed with Jerome, laying behind him as the big spoon. “I’m just glad you’re here though,” you said, nuzzling in between the crook of his neck. “For some reason, you always know to be here at the perfect time.”
“Glad to be of service,” he chuckled. Both of you laid in silence for a moment, just enjoying the presence of one another until he suddenly piped up. “Have things been getting better? Did ya have a better day, I mean?”
“Truthfully Jerome, no.” You didn’t like to lie, you always felt the need to be brutally honest when you could. It made communication a little easier, but when it came to your own vulnerabilities, you would always wish that lying would come easier to you. “I have so much shit to do man, and it just keeps building,” you paused. “I feel like it’s only gonna get worse too, I have one good day and then everything is bad again.” you were terrible at verbalizing your thoughts, and you felt like a child just ranting on to him. “Like, I get one good grade and then I get fifty million other assignments later that are worth a lot and that I’m afraid to fail.” you could feel a quiver in your voice. You hated thinking about school. “Fucking, college.”
“I hate seeing ya upset like this,” you could feel Jerome shifting positions as he turned to face you. His face was close to yours. You could see the scars on his face more clearly now. They moved when you saw a mischievous grin spread across his face. “What if,” he began “I knew a way to get rid of some of that stress for ya?” You could feel his hand ghost up to you shoulder. Physically feeling him made you feel a little better.
“Jerome, if you’re talking about killing my professors, I don’t think it’s gonna do much,” you could feel a slight smile start to form on my face as you huffed out a small laugh. “Believe me, I’ve thought about it, a lot.”
Jerome’s fingers continued to trace across your shoulder and onto your collarbones. He tugged at the sleeves of your undershirt, where you could feel his fingers start to drift to the more sensitive areas on your chest and neck. “That’s not what I mean,” he chuckled darkly. “Well, maybe, if this part of the plan doesn’t work, that is.” You think you could see what he was insinuating now.
You snickered as his touches grew more intimate. “Please,” you began playfully. “Tell me all about this plan of yours,” you drawled.
In a swift motion, that gave you no time to process, Jerome was on top of you and had you pinned down. You couldn’t help but laugh at your predicament.
“There’s that smile I love to see!” He grinned, planting a big kiss on your lips. “And, I didn’t have to resort to tickling ya this time,” he joked while diving into your neck to place several smaller, chaste kisses, making you squirm.
“Try it, and you’ll be coming back from the dead a second time,” you giggled.
Jerome stopped his tickle-kissing assault and turned to whisper in your ear. “I can’t help how sexy it is when ya laugh, doll,” He smirked. You couldn’t help but shudder as you could feel his breath dance along your ear. Jerome’s fingers crept down to your sides, feeling along the fabric of your undershirt. “Well, since ya asked so nicely,” He said with a sly grin. “I plan to make ya cum,” his hand slowly drifted to play with the hem of your underwear. “A lot.” He drew out the last word with a deep, husky tone, staring deep into your eyes.
Jerome let you up, pulling your shirt off over your head before tossing it on the floor along with his, leaving you exposed in your bra. “Besides,” he purred, making his way around you. You whirled your head around to look at him. His eyes were full of mischief and he had that wicked grin that made you fall for him in the first place. “Orgasms are a great stress reliever,” he spread his legs around yours to keep them open. You could feel his erection pressing into your lower back. “That is, unless you want me to?”
“Oh please do,” you said, gently grinding your ass back on his boxers. You gasped as you felt his fingers softly trail up your inner thigh. This is how it always started. Jerome loved to tease. You knew that by the end he would have you screaming, never failing to surprise you in how he does. Jerome’s fingers moved up your thighs and along your underwear. You knew he could feel your growing arousal through the fabric, before giving your sex a quick slap, making you jolt. You could hear a deep chuckle escape his lips from behind you at your reaction. His fingertips found their way to the hem of your underwear, where he slipped in his fingers. You sucked in a gasp when he got to your clit, circling it at a normal pace. The wetness in your core began to pool when Jerome’s other hand snaked its way up to your chest, groping your tits through your bra.
As you felt yourself get wetter, you let out a small whine when Jerome removed his hand from your clit. He brought his full attention to your breasts. Your breath hitched when you felt your hardened nipple in between Jerome’s fingers. You knew you were in for it now. Jerome began feeling you up, pulling the cup of your bra up to play with your nipples. Your eyes closed, overcome with pleasure from his touch. You moved your arms hastily to discard your bra much to Jerome’s pleasure. He knew your nipples were your weak spot and he seemed all too willing to exploit that. Your arm reached up to caress his scarred face, pulling him in to kiss you. Unlike those playful kisses before, this one meant business. You felt your knees grow weaker as Jerome’s deft fingers pinched your nipple, making you moan into the kiss. “…Fuck,” you breathed out.
“Ya like that?” Jerome asked. “Ya like being teased?” His fingers moved back down through your underwear, back to your clit and began to circle it faster. You felt your body shuddering under the pressure. Jerome flicked your nipple, making you jump. You unconsciously bucked into his hand at the sensation. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He chuckled. 
You could feel yourself getting closer now and Jerome knew it too. His quickened pace on your clit never faltered in speed, actually applying more pressure as he heard your breathy moans. “Ya gonna cum?” Jerome asked in a husky whisper.
“…Yes,” you managed to breathe out, as Jerome continued on your clit at his merciless pace. Jerome’s legs continued holding your legs in place as you squirmed in pleasure, your head lolling back into his shoulder.
“Then let it go, doll,” He breathed. Your eyes slammed shut as you whimpered pathetically, letting your orgasm tear through you. Your vision went fuzzy from behind your eyelids as they fluttered open. Jerome slowed down, letting you ride out the orgasm as you let your vision become clear again.
Giving you a moment to collect yourself, you could feel Jerome shift his weight as he moved around from behind you. “I figured if you were having a rough day, I wouldn’t want to be cruel and leave ya on the edge for a while,” Jerome placed his palm over your chest and gently let you fall back on the bed. You stared at the ceiling as Jerome tugged off his boxers, giggling in anticipation as you heard the sound of a condom being unwrapped. Your view of the ceiling was obscured by Jerome, who was on top of you. “There’s always another time for that,” he purred when he finally closed the gap between your mouths. His tongue was forceful and desperate, letting yourself melt into the kiss. You could feel him slide off your underwear and swiftly ease his cock inside of you.
“Jerome,” you gasped out. He moved his mouth down your neck, allowing you to feel every inch of him. He began at a pace quicker than usual. You guess all that teasing did a number on him too.
Your hand found its way up to his deep ginger hair, gripping it in a way you hoped was gentle. Jerome grunted and slowed down, looking at you through hooded eyes in an expression full of lust. “You’re playin’ with fire dollface.” You couldn’t help but return his gaze and stroke his cheek with your free hand, running your thumb along his scarred jawline. Jerome’s mouth attacked yours once again, pushing you further into the mattress. His hands grabbed your hips and began thrusting back into you, harder than before.
Your moans filled his mouth as he continued his relentless pace. “Shit, shit, don’t stop,” you whispered, feeling your orgasm begin to build its way up again.
Whereas you were more quiet in bed, Jerome shamelessly moaned loudly as he let his hips roll over yours. “Oh fuck,” His panting could be heard as he continued to buck into you. “God, I’m so close.” The look in his eyes was pure bliss. The sounds of his grunts and the banging of the headboard echoed across the room.
You could feel the vibrations of your own pleasure reach its height. Jerome’s dick was hitting all the right spots at a pace that made the stars you were seeing explode behind your eyelids. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. “Oh shit, Jerome… Fuck…” was all you were able to muster out as your orgasm ripped through you once again. You were a breathing, moaning mess, literally shaking through the pleasure.
A loud whine erupted from your throat as Jerome quickly and sloppily thrusted into you while you were still sensitive. Jerome’s orgasm came next, feeling him shudder inside you with a harsh gasp. He slowly pulled out and quickly discarded the condom into the small waste basket beside your bed. 
Your heart was beating fast as you took deep breaths in. Jerome laid his head on your chest, nuzzling into you while his spiky hair tickled your neck. You ran your fingers gently through his ginger locks. He chuckled. “That was a pretty big one, huh?”
“Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “Now that I think about it, I actually haven’t came for a while, I guess stress lowers sex drive.” You ushered Jerome up and brought his lips to yours in a deep kiss. “I will say, I am feeling a lot better now.”
Jerome began tracing your inner thigh. “That’s good to hear,” he smirked, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. Without warning, Jerome slid down in between your legs. “Because we’re just getting started.”
Your cheeks turned red and you let out a snicker at the implication. Sucking in a breath as Jerome’s tongue flicked across your clit, you knew you were in for one hell of a night.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Could you do something about Jerome Valeska x Virgin!Reader? Maybe a little knife and air play. 👀
Ma'am???? YES!!!!!!!!! UNDER THE CUT
tw: knife kink, choking, jerome being jerome
when you were a kid growing up at haly's, everyone told you to steer clear of jerome. he was a bad kid. he was evil. but you just saw the boy who would make you laugh on the long rides between different towns. he and jeremiah were your best friends.
but you ended up leaving soon after jeremiah did. your father got a stable job and wanted you to go to school. so you had to bid the circus goodbye. and jerome with it. he was so angry that he refused to speak to you the day you left. he only glared at you from his and lila's trailer.
because how dare you leave him? it was supposed to be the two of you against the world. when you came over, it was one of the very few times his mom wouldn't hit him, because she was too worried about keeping up appearances.
when haly's came to gotham again, several years later, where you and your dad had settled down, you asked if you could go with a friend. your dad was hesitant. he knew why you waned to go. but you're a senior now, an adult. he knows if you really want to go, he won't be able to stop you.
and so, you and a friend from school head off to the circus for the evening. you run into the graysons first. dick has grown up a lot, you notice. he gives you a friendly hug, saying he hopes the two of you can catch up before they leave town. you ask if he knows where jerome is. he doesn't. why would he? they never got along.
you're unable to pay attention during the show, so you go outside for some fresh air, leaving your friend inside. you lean against a tree, a bit away from the big top. as you stare up at the night sky, a strange yet somewhat familiar voice makes its presence known.
"hey, doll face. ya miss me?"
you look towards the source and see him. jerome, in the flesh. you are hesitant to go toward him, nervous and you don't know why. it's jerome.
he stares at you expectantly, "what, you too good for your old pal, now?"
you shake your head, "n-no."
you know what it is. why your heart is beating faster every time you look at him.
that stupid crush you had is back in full force. and worse. he's older now, taller. his jaw is sharper and his hair is longer. and those eyes... there's something sinister behind them as they stare at you. something that may have always been there but now is threatening to come to the surface.
you slowly approach him and extend your hand for him to shake. he shakes his head, grinning at you.
"a handshake? for old 'romey?"
he pulls you into a hug that feels a little too tight, a little too long for two old friends.
"it's nice to see you, jerome."
"nice to see you too, doll," he smirks, "and what a pretty little dolly you've become."
you feel your face flush, "uh, so, how's your mom?"
"dead."
you raise your eyebrows, "huh?"
"i killed the bitch."
"w-what?" you stutter, backing away from him.
he gives you no reprieve, matching each of your steps until he has you backed against the same tree you were leaning against, "yeah. you know how she was. always bitching at me, hitting me, i think she got what was coming to her."
he pulls a small knife out of the pocket of his jeans, making your eyes water slightly, "you gonna kill me too?"
"no, dolly," he laughs darkly, "not if you don't give me reason to."
he slams his mouth against yours, surprising you. it isn't like you've never been kissed before, but you've never been kissed like this. jerome is like a man starved and kisses you like you're the only thing that can satisfy him. you've wanted this for so long that you can hardly believe it's happening.
then, you feel hit. his blade against your neck. your breath hitches as you move your mouth from his.
jerome gives you a saccharine sweet smile, "aww, don't tell me you're afraid of knives now, y/n?"
you eye the blade wearily, shaking your head, "n-no."
"good," his grin turns malicious and he leans in to whisper in your ear, making you shiver with fear, "all I wanna do is mark my property."
and it scares you that the thought of that excites you. a solitary tear falls from your eye. he strokes your cheek with the blade, catching your teardrop and bringing the blade to his mouth, licking it. he moans loudly, making your eyes blow wide with surprise.
and something else.
"look at you," he mumbles, "looking at me like that. makes me wanna fuck you. make you my little fuck doll. you were always meant to be that you know?"
"j-jerome, i've never done that-"
his pupils dilate as he stares at you. he was not expected that. he moves his free hand to hold you by the neck, grinning when your breathing grows more shallow. he squeezes slightly, making you let out a moan.
you shouldn't like this. why do you?
he moves his hands down to push into your jeans, stroking her over your panties, making your face twist in an odd combination of both discomfort and pleasure, fascinating him, "you're so tight, you were saving yourself for me, weren't you?" you stay silent, making him grab him face with the hand that was just down your pants, "answer me, y/n. you've always been mine, haven't you?"
you nod slowly, making him grin, "yes."
he presses his lips to yours again, squeezing your throat as he grinds himself against you, making you whine slightly against his lips.
"everything we've both been waiting for happens tonight, dolly. i've finally got you back, y/n, and i'm never fucking letting you go again"
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mandyvsfx · 10 months
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LEGACY
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Jerome Valeska x F!Reader
Warnings: BREEDING KINK, psychologist reader, praising, degrading, unprotected sex, oral sex(f!receiving), fingering, p in v, biting, hair pulling, etc etc etc.
(!please keep in mind that english is not my first language!)
also this is pretty long but BEAR WITH ME.
You've never had so much trouble with your job until you decided to start working at the infamous Arkham Asylum, most of your patients were either complete lunatics, or rich kids who act like they can do anything -murder anyone- and they'll get away with it. But there was this specific patient, Jerome Valeska, whom you kind of took a liking to. Not exactly a 'liking', but almost a feeling of pity. You knew you shouldn't feel that way about a murderous psycho, but with your few sessions he showed to be much more human than most people out there in the world.
Your boss made you retire for a few weeks after an incident, to be clear, one of the lunatics tried to stab you with a plastic knife. It wouldn't really matter to you, but your boss decided that resting would be important. (Not that he cared honestly, he was just trying to act like a cool boss, which he isn't.)
Two weeks had passed, you had never felt so relieved to be walking on Gotham's streets. You took the day to pamper yourself, you deserved it. You went shopping, went to a spa, did everything you couldn't after all these months living in Arkham. -yes, you had to sleep there too.- It was getting dark, so you thought it would be great to grab a coffee and walk home as your house wasn't that far from the Cafe. So you did, you ordered a Vanilla Latte and started walking towards the cafe door, murmuring a sound happily. 10 minutes later you were finishing your drink and could already view your house from across the street, letting out a sigh of relief. You had a weird feeling of being watched from afar, but didn't thought much of it as you had a creepy neighbor who kept staring at you all the time. It was awkward but as the creeps say, staring isn't a crime.
You unlocked the door quickly and threw your stuff on a nearby chair, chewing the straw of your cup of coffee as you turned on the TV.
You froze as you saw it, -Jerome Valeska- he was in the news again.
"Yesterday night, 21 year old murderer, Jerome Valeska, ran away from the Arkham Asylum. DCPD has already taken charge of the case and is searching for the man. -You sat at the sofa, paying attention.- The asylum said that his escape is still a mystery."
"Yeah, that's a funny one isn't it? But I still think they could've chosen a better picture of me." A deep, husky voice echoed from the darkness of your hallway. You just stood there, not knowing what to do, it was like time had stopped.
"Hey, not even a 'hello' to your old friend? Already forgot about me, I see. -He said again, letting out a raspy, devilish laugh. You could feel his presence getting closer to you.- You see, I kept waiting for you in that shitty place, but days passed and... nothing. You know I hate waiting, right?" The voice was now right behind you, and you could feel a blade make its way to your throat.
"What are you doing here?" You finally had the courage to speak, voice trembling a bit.
"Well, can't I pay a visit to my good old doc? I missed our sessions, love." Jerome said while caressing your cheek with the blade.
"Jerome, you can't be here. And please, do not call me 'love', I've already told you we had a patient doctor relationship only, nothing more than that." Your voice wasn't trembling anymore, you knew he wasn't going to harm you, or at least you hoped so.
"What kind of doctor kisses their patients so passionately, huh? Do you want me to refresh your memories? -He awkwardly licked your cheek after drawing a bit of blood from it.- Was it a part of the therapy too? And what about that one time where we-"
"It was an accident, it should have never happened and you know that." You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
The ginger man shifted his position so that he was now facing you eye to eye, you could almost feel his breath.
"An accident, was it? -Jerome slowly put his hand on your chin, lifting your head up as you tried to look away.- I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me."
You looked deep into his green eyes, trying to open your mouth to say you didn't... but... wouldn't that be a lie? You just stood there, staring at him in silence.
"I knew it." He said before smashing his lips against yours in a slow and passionate kiss, it felt like you were both starving, craving it for so long, needing it so bad.
It didn't stop there, Jerome sat on the couch too, never breaking the kiss, and pulled you right into his lap. It was so hard to resist this man's charm, he was truly one of a kind. You didn't know what was it that felt so magnetic about him, so attractive. But you knew you wouldn't say no.
"Make up for all this time I had to spent without you, would ya? -He stopped kissing you for a second, trying to catch his breath- Maybe give me another type of therapy." He said giving you a smirk, soon getting back to kissing you.
You gave in, his lips felt so soft, and it just felt so right... His touch only was already enough to make you feel things you didn't even knew that were possible. You could feel him smiling through the kiss, it was a 100% a cocky smile.
"I know you missed me too."
"I did, Jerome."
His hands soon found their way under your shirt, unclipping your bra. You helped him take both, your shirt AND your bra off. He just sat there for a minute, inhaling the view in front of him.
"You're so fucking pretty."
He then proceeded to lightly play with your bare chest, slowly squeezing your breasts, not looking away for even a second. He started placing small kisses that soon turned into sucks, while he sucked one of your breasts, he worked on the other one with his hand. And you couldn't help but to let out breathy moans and begs for more.
"You know, love, I've had this fantasy ever since we met. -Jerome was now staring at you.- I want you to carry my children." He looked at you with a grin on his face, waiting to see your response.
"What? We're too young to be thinking about that..." You looked away, considering the request even though you felt like you shouldn't -but you liked the idea of your belly growing with his babies.-
"Just think about it. Imagine a little Jerome running around, how cute would he be? -That man KNEW he wasn't going to be a great father, he just wanted to impregnate you, to see your boobs so big and full of milk, leaking when he squeezes them. He also was all in with the idea of not having to worry about condoms for nine months straight, there would be a baby in there already, what else would you have to worry about? Just the thought of you carrying a part of him, giving birth to his child, that was enough to send him over the edge.- I'm going to fill you all the way up tonight."
You let out another breathy moan at his last words, he takes that as a 'yes'.
He switches positions once again, so that he could be on top of you.
"Let's take that off, shall we?" He asks before ripping off your skirt, he takes in theview of your panties before throwing it across the living room.
You grab Jerome by his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His hands slowly travel down your body, drawing circles around your belly, and finally reaching your womanhood. It doesn't take long before he slips one finger in it, causing you to moan a little, and then two fingers... He laughs at how easily you had become a moaning mess. He lets go of your lips, trailing small kisses all over your body, from your neck to your tits, to your belly, to your clit. The man is now licking you like he hasn't eaten anything for DAYS, his fingers still going in and out of your hole, as he fastened the speed. Causing you to whimper and cry his name out.
"Jerome, please..." You say, almost breathless.
"Please what? Use your words, Doc."
"I want you to fill me, I want to carry your babies, please..."
He smirks, feeling like his task is accomplished.
"You don't have to ask me twice." He quickly begins taking his jeans off, along with his boxers, revealing his big throbbing member. Sure, you had done things with him before, but you never actually saw it, so it was pretty surprising.
He took his wet fingers out of you, stroking his erection with the same hand a few times so it would be easier to go in. Jerome looked at you to confirm you were ready, you nodded in response.
He slid into you all at once, all his lenght stratching your walls, if felt so painful but so pleasuring at the same time. You couldn't help but let out a moan that sounded more like a scream. He sighed and started moving his hips, slowly and loving at first, placing kisses all around your collarbone, your cheeks, your breasts. A few minutes had passed and he started getting rougher, less passionate and more needy, desperate, like his life depended on it.
"You want to be the mother of my children, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you? Needy little slut." He grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled it so that you were forced to look at him.
All you could manage to say was "Yes", your mind going blank, you couldn't even form a sentence.
"Your pretty pussy feels so nice against my cock, I bet you're loving this aren't you? Taking a murderer's dick like that? What a bitch."
You could care less, if that was a sin, you were a proud sinner.
You could feel yourself getting close and he definitely could too. He placed his hands on your waist, grabbing it so hard that there would be bruises in the morning.
Your hands reached his back and you gave it a long scratch as you cried out his name over and over again, releasing all over his member. Jerome on the other hand, was still going at it.
After a couple seconds, he finally came. Filling you up with his white liquid, keeping his dick inside of you for a moment just to make sure you would REALLY get pregnant.
He only took it out when he had the strength to it.
"And now we wait." He said proudly.
"Jerome..."
"Yes?"
"I'm on the pill..."
He stared at you, his smile fading away.
"No way."
You were ready to die right at that moment.
"Well, guess we'll have to try again. What a shame." He said jokingly.
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Hi! I saw on the prompt list you had a Jerome Valeska tag. Can I request #2 and #4 for him?
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after Theo Gallivan broke us out of Arkham Asylum, he made us train every single day, so currently that’s what me and jerome are doing.
i try to knock him off his feet, but he gets the upper hand and knocks me down.
i look up at him he he says  "do you want me to slow down for you?" cocky little bitch he is, i roll my eyes and stand up.
"i can keep going" and he tries to hit you but you catch it and twist his arm "i wont go easy on you valeska" i say and push him away "i dont want you to babe".
"you know i've always had a thing for gingers" he pauses for a second give me enough time to kick him away from me.
i run at him and jump on him making both up us fall to the ground and i pin his arm down by his sides and he looks at me shocked, and i could him get hard under me so i lean down to his ear and whisper " didn't know you like being pinned down to the ground this much"
"only if it's you y/n"
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gothicknightz · 1 year
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PASS THE NIRVANA | JEROME VALESKA.
words: 213
warnings: mild violence, blood, small innuendo at the end.
notes: just an inkling of inspiration that blinked me. title inspired by pierce the veil. reader is gn.
The bat thrashed into the car several times as he cackled, the adrenaline rushing through his veins at the thought of satisfying them was his main objective.
Oh, how he could love them, he thought, a thing as gentle as he was violent, even when the mask was taken off, they were as crazy as him.
They were deceiving from the day they met them, and he couldn't believe for a second that they weren't an ordinary citizen in a city as sick as Gotham.
“Jerome!” They yelled, running over to him, a bag of money in their hand while blood stained their clothes. “We gotta go! They've sent the dogs!”
A flash of anger and annoyance graced Jerome's face briefly before sighing, “Ah, screw it,” He mumbled, smashing a window of a car before getting stopped.
“Jerome, let's take my bike instead!”
They grabbed his hand as they dashed for their motorcycle, instantly speeding off down the road within ten seconds.
“Ah, doll, I just love it when-”
“Jerome, what did I say about calling me that?”
“Right. Love, it just absolutely boils my blood when you pull of sabotages like that. It's absolute perfection.”
“Aw, you're using big words, J.”
“Don't even get me started when you degrade me like that...”
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ficklefics · 2 months
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It would be fun for you to write a long lists of what you love vs what you hate when it comes to Jerome Valeska fanfictions and why you feel that way 🤪
is this ask from last summer? yes. am i only answering it now? also yes. hopefully the asker still follows me.
please remember that these are all just my opinions and it’s totally fine to disagree. a lot of it comes down to the characterisation of Jerome, which I feel a lot of writers oversimplify
let’s start with what I don’t like (cause that’s easier):
one of my biggest frustrations are fics where it’s like “reader is a high school student/nurse at arkham/police officer who is actually super insane except shows no sign of that at all ever”. can they be done well? sure. but I rarely see it. one fic that I read years ago had the reader as one of the cheerleaders on the bus in s2ep2 and she hands Jerome a lighter because… why? never really clear. in general, the ordinary person who is actually the perfect type of insane for Jerome to be interested in as opposed to just killing is rarely done right for me
I hate when Jerome in a fic is poorly characterised. by that, I mean just behaving sporadically in a “the writer doesn’t know what they’re doing way” as opposed to “he’s insane”. it’s a difficult line to walk
now, don’t get me wrong. i like a lil smut. well written smut. but it’s difficult to write Jerome smut well. a very core element of his character, established very early, is the fact that his mother’s sexual activity defos traumatised him and was key in pushing him over the edge. a Jerome who’s just banging left right and centre isn’t a Jerome that’s in character for me
now onto the likes (a lot of which are just the inverses of the dislikes):
the best thing a writer can do (for me) is have a clear idea of who Jerome is in their mind and in their fic. like I said above, there are lots of different ways to portray Jerome, and it’s not my place to tell people what’s right or wrong. I’d much rather read a consistent Jerome that isn’t how I imagine him than a wibbly wobbly noncommittal Jerome
in a similar vein, fics where Jerome is actually a bad person who does bad things. commit crime! relish in people’s suffering! but do them in interesting ways.
I love a fic where we get of vulnerable Jerome. not every fic needs this, but depending on the context i really enjoy getting to see writers interpretations of what that looks like, especially given that we don’t get any of it in the show really
again, these are all just my own thoughts. there’s a lot of nuance and a lot of fics out there. stuff I used to love I hate now, and stuff I once hated… I usually still hate tbh. read the fics you love and write the fics that make you happy
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TWO-FACED; J. VALESKA
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JEROME VALESKA X F!DETECTIVE!READER
SERIES MASTERLIST | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3
WARNINGS: this imagine is set from s1 + s2 Jerome!, mentions of sex, makeout sesh, jerome being cocky !!
WORD COUNT: 6181!
SUMMARY: From the first time you met Jerome Valeska, you knew him as the son of Lila Valeska, the murder case you and Detective Gordon were working on. You had grown close, until you found out the truth. Now you know him as an Arkham escapee:
A MANIAX.
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“I’m Jerome Valeska, her son.”
A soft voice was heard coming out of the silver trailer, coming closer to you. His ginger hair shined in the lights of the Circus, as he pulled over a comfortable jacket. He looked concerned as far as you could see, analyzing the way he talked and reacted to the things your partner was saying.
You had been invited to the Circus earlier that day by someone at the precinct, telling you it was a date. As time passed while you sat on the bleachers, they hadn’t shown up. You should’ve known; those cops were never true to their word.
You managed to make eye contact with Leslie Tompkins, the new Medical Examiner, smiling at her as she politely waved to you. It caught Detective Gordon’s attention, sending you a nod from the other side.
Now you stood next to him and Lee as you investigated the feud at the performance you all watched.
“Jerome, when did you last see her?” Jim asked, looking at the taller man. You both had been looking for Lila Valeska, the boy’s mother.
“Uh, this morning.” The ginger answered, his face conveying worry. “She was here when I left for the library.” He adds on, telling his side of the story to the detective. His eyes glance over at you, sending a kind half-smile towards you. You return, feeling your cheeks warm up.
At such an inappropriate situation, you couldn’t deny that the man in front if you was very handsome. His fire-colored hair suits him as much as his freckles matched his pale skin. His lips were the perfect shade of pink, begging to be kissed.
Talking snapped you out of your daze, looking over at the bigger man that had walked over. He spoke to Jerome in a low voice. “Your mother is fine. Gone on a spree no doubt. You know how she is.” His tone seemed to have some sort of undertone to it, making you shift in your spot.
“A spree? Without her hat or coat? Or her purse?” He rambled, wrapping his arms around himself to protect himself from the cold or to try and ease his worries, you couldn’t tell.
He looked around for a second before turning around and backing up towards a snake behind him. “Oh, look at Sheba.” He rested his hand on the cage, his left hand still clutching his jacket. “She’s distraught, she knows something’s wrong.” He looked back up as the snake hisses.
“The snake does seem to be agitated.” Jim chimes in, a fake smile taking over his lips. You look back and forth between your partner and the missing lady’s son. Jerome looks your way again, his eyes scanning over your body. You shivered and not because of the cold temperature.
“Sir, Ma’am,” The other man in makeup chuckles, walking over to you and Jim. “She’s what you call a ‘party girl.’” He leans in and whispers. As Jim listens to him, you look behind the broad red-coated shoulders to see the ginger look away irritably. His mother seems to be a tough subject to him, whether she was missing or not.
As Jim and the man converse, you back away and stalk towards the man standing in front of his trailer. “Hi,” You send a soft smile his way, walking next to him.
Jerome replies with the same smile, his dimples exposing themselves to you. His smile, whether it was real or to be polite, was breathtaking. It made your stomach feel fuzzy, having to clear your throat to gather yourself.
“So, what’s it like living at a Circus?” You try to start a conversation with the worried son. While your partner, Jim, always went straight forward into the investigation, you always tried to start off nice to see if they would give into you and tell you something.
The ginger-haired boy lets out a quiet laugh, looking down at his feet. His arms were still wrapped around his body, securing them tightly to himself.
“Uh, well,” He sighs, trying to rack his brain for the right words. “It’s different.” He starts off. He looks you in the eyes as he keeps speaking. “I’ve lived at the Circus my whole life, so I’ve gotten used to the weird behavior around here. We move a lot, hence the trailers.” He looks around, pointing to the ones in the area. You follow his finger, looking everywhere his eyes catch. “I guess, I don’t really have the right words to describe it.” He admits, looking back at you. His eyes tell you something you couldn’t understand yet.
“It’s definitely not a lifestyle I would choose if i had been asked beforehand. But,” He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not like I have a choice.” He forced out a laugh, his features showing defeat.
Before you could question further into his confession, Jim interrupts. “How fast does an animal like that move?” He asks, looking towards Sheba in the cage.
“Uh.. fast walking pace. They rely on surprise mainly.” Jerome informs him as the snake hisses.
“Let her out.” Jim tells him. You and Lee look at him in disbelief.
“I’m sorry?” Jerome’s head cocks to the side, hoping the detective wasn’t being serious.
“Let her out.” He repeats, but with a smile. It was not convincing whatsoever. Behind him, Lee stood in shock at her boyfriend’s order.
“Jim, are you sure-“ Your input get cuts off by the same man you’re talking to.
“Y/N, trust me.” He gives you a look that made you sigh. You had originally stood up to him because of the look on Jerome’s face. He looked scared; maybe he didn’t want his mother’s snake out to get loose? Or maybe he was afraid?
Jerome’s shoulders were tense as he walked around the cage. He took the top off, watching the snake slowly navigate its way onto the ground. You all stand and wait as Sheba moves around, shifting in your spot.
“Do you work with Detective Gordon?” Jerome breaks the tense silence, looking over at you. You stood next to him as Jim and Lee were a few feet ahead of you.
“Yeah, he’s my partner at the GCPD.” You answer, trying to capture his expression. He nods in response, clenching his jaw every now and then.
“So, you guys aren’t together?” His bold question makes you freeze, taking a sharp breath in. You heard his faint chuckle from beside you, making your skin feel hot.
“No,” You reply, clearing your throat. “No, we’re not.” Jerome nods, a whisper of a smile on his face. “Besides, I look more to him as a father than anything.” You admit, starting to ramble.
“Yeah, I can see why.” Jerome adds.
You both walk forward slightly, carefully following Jim’s and Lee’s footsteps. As Sheba hisses and moves up boxes and on a truck, you stop dead in your tracks. Jim peels the tarp off the back of the truck and lying there is Lila Valeska. Blood seeped around her neck as her snake glides closer to her.
You hear a choked sob come from your right, watching Jerome fall to his knees. You gasp as you watch him cry, his face paler than before.
You crouch down beside him, not sure what to do. You place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze, hoping any form of contact would help him in any way. Before you register what happened, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and tears on your neck.
You tense at first, but hesitantly fold your arms around his body. He was vulnerable, too vulnerable to a stranger. You had a weird feeling in your stomach (not just the butterflies), that something bad was going to happen soon.
-
When Jerome came out of the interrogation room with Jim, you watched him walk over to an empty desk in the middle of the Precinct. You made your way over to your partner, immediately falling in line with his steps.
“What did you get out of him?” You asked, making your way with him over to his desk.
“Well, I asked about his mom, and he told me that she kinda slept around.” He explained with a grimace, looking back down at some folders. “But he did say that he loved her a lot; he seemed upset.” He adds on, still filing through the mounds of paperwork on his cluttered desk.
You nodded in response, arms crossed in front of your chest. Your eyes wandered the Police Department until they landed on the ginger in the corner. He still clutched his sweater, a nice red and white flannel under the soft fabric of the navy-blue cashmere.
“Why don’t you go talk to him?” Jim interrupts your thoughts, making you blink and look back at him. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he puts up his hand to stop you. “I see the way you look at him.” He says with a serious face, but if you look hard enough, there’s a hint of a twinge at the corner of his lips. “Go on, kid. Maybe you’ll be able to get more out of him than just flirting.” He teases you, making you smack his arm. Go, he mouths, giving you a look.
You give into it and walk down the small stairs, making a beeline towards him.
You sit down next to him on a small bench, startling him out of his thoughts. He looks up at you from his position, straightening out his back instead of resting his arms on his legs.
“Hey,” His voice was small and short, fitting for someone in his position.
“Hi,” You try to send a soft smile his way, hoping to distract him, even for a little bit. Your eyes scanned his face, admiring his features. His freckles seemed more visible now in the Precinct lighting; his red hair parted to the side perfectly; his mouth looked swollen, maybe he was biting his lips. His waterline on his eyes were faded red from crying. He was still as beautiful with tearstained cheeks.
“I thought I’d come over here and maybe try to distract you or talk to you, instead of listening to the mumbles around this place.” You admit, forcing out a laugh. He lets out a breathy laugh, nodding his head with his eyes locked on the floor. “I know how much it sucks to hear every whisper in this place. I’ve only been working here for a couple of months, but for a police department, there’s a lot of drama.” You laugh, smiling as he joins in.
“Yeah,” He agrees. He looks up at you, finally making eye contact with you. His green eyes shined in the light; they looked expensive. “We only got here a couple of weeks ago, but I heard of all the crazy things that happen in Gotham in the newspapers.” He says, going along with the conversation.
You’re glad he continues it, instead of turning you down and ignoring you. You could never understand how someone could kill a mother to such a nice boy like Jerome. But as much as you liked conversing with the ginger, you couldn’t shake that feeling in your stomach.
As some time went by, you and Jerome got caught up in each other. His smile was so captivating, it made you want to try anything to see it again. You felt almost foolish to fall for some pitiful boy in a murder investigation, especially the victims son.
He seemed to break out of his shell to you, showing the sweet interior of the boy. You would get some weird looks from other cops when they saw you were laughing and smiling with someone who had fallen victim to a murdered mother.
“Was there anything any of her past lovers did that might’ve indicated of their intentions?” You asked him. As much as you love talking to him, you wanted to try and understand more to help him and his situation.
Most of the cops had gone home for the night, specifically Jim and Lee. You knew of their date tonight, so you’d rather not bother them. But you also knew that Jim would’ve wanted you to get at least something out of the red-haired boy.
“I mean.. not that i can think of.” He responded, fiddling with his fingers. Your eyes watched him fidget, that bad pit in your stomach resurfacing. You quickly tried to push it back down.
You nodded your head as a reply, different thoughts clouding your brain. You looked for the big clock on the wall, realizing how late it was. You looked out of the windows, just now noticing the black sky and the city lights on.
“Oh, Jerome, I’m so sorry for keeping you here! I lost track of time, I didn’t realize..” He cut of your rambling.
“Y/N, it’s okay. I had a really good time. Your distraction definitely worked.” He chuckled, the smile on his face making you feel weak.
Only certain desks were filled with people, some on the phone, some talking with others, and most asleep with their head resting on top of the table.
When you looked back at Jerome, you caught him staring at you, but instantly looking away once you saw him. You smile, watching his face start to heat up, looking down at his shoes.
“I can drop you off at your trailer if you’d like?” You offered, truly wanting to get out of this uniform and into bed for the night. He looked up at you, trying to decide what he wanted to do. “Or I can take you back to my place?” You offer. Before he had any sort of reaction, you kept talking. “I mean, I’m not too sure it would be the best idea to go back to the Circus tonight. I can give you a bed and some food.” You rambled on, not wanting the suggestion to come off as anything but friendly. “It’s all up to you.” You add, both of you already knowing this fact, but you wanted to state it verbally.
“That’d be really nice. Thank you, Y/N.” He answered, giving you a smile in return. You send one back, standing up from the bench.
“Let me just grab some things and I’ll be right back.” Jerome nods at your words, watching you walk away from him. You stood at your desk, grabbing your things and a folder or two.
“Alright, you ready?” You stood in front him. Jerome gets up and nods, following you out to your car.
-
You set your things down on the coffee table, walking over to grab a drink from the fridge.
“You can sit down, grab some food, whatever you need.” You inform Jerome as he stands by the door. He listens, making his way towards you in the kitchen. He grabs a cookie from the jar, taking a bite.
You laugh as you watch the crumbs fall on his sweater. “Sweet tooth?” You tease, screwing the cap back on your drink, leaning against the kitchen island. He chuckles, finishing off the cookie and dusting himself off.
“I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.” He admits, walking beside you and copying your stance. You both stood in comfortable silence, admiring each other without words.
“You’re really beautiful.” He whispers, voicing his thoughts. You couldn’t control the smile that took over your lips, looking down at the counter. “I’m serious.” You look up at him. “Even at such a bad time earlier, when I saw you at the Circus, I was immediately drawn to you.” He reveals, trying to capture your reaction.
“I felt sorry for feeling like this for the son of a case I’m working on, but,” Your words faded as you spoke, not finding any more on your mind.
You’re caught off guard when he leans forward and pressed his lips against yours. You both freeze when he pulls away, looking between his eyes and lips.
Your arms go around his neck as his go around your waist, pulling you both against each other. This was the first time you kissed him, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like you’ve known each other forever with just one kiss.
His fingers dig into your hips, pushing you against his body. His tongue teases your bottom lip, waiting for you to answer. Your fingers pull on his hair, his groan being lost into the mesh of lips. His tongue pushes against yours as he pulls you closer-
RING! RING!
You both break apart fast, your chests heaving with each breath. You both reach for your phones, quickly taking the call instead of talking.
“Hi, Y/N, this is Lee! I was hoping to get you to the GCPD as soon as possible as some evidence for the Valeska case has been found.” She explains. You take a fast glance at the ginger on the other side of the room, making eye contact. “Jim’s currently on the phone with Jerome, so he should be here soon as well.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right there.” You reply, hanging up the phone and closing it. It’s quiet for a minute before you hear Jerome move.
“Guess we’re heading to the GCPD.” He seemed irritated, his demeanor completely different. You follow him outside and to your car as you head over to your work.
-
You walked through the entrance, scanning the large room for the two that called you. Jerome followed behind you, watching your line of sight, looking for the detective that called him at such a late hour.
“Alvarez!” You walk down the stairs, catching the man’s attention. He turns around, waiting for you to keep talking. “Where’s Jim and Lee?” You ask, standing in front of him. His eyes get caught on the man behind you, before pointing to the interrogation room.
“They’re in there.” He replies, moving away to go to his desk.
You and Jerome make your way down the hall, standing outside of the door. A policeman guarded it, staring straight forward.
You look back at Jerome. “Why don’t you stay here for now, if that’s okay?” You suggest. He nods, sitting down on the bench as he waits.
You walk past the cop, opening the door and shutting it behind you. “What did you get, Gordon?” You ask, walking further into the room. You saw an older man sitting across from him with a dark red hat and a black suit with a matching red tie. You saw him from a distance earlier that day when he was talking to Jim and Lee, but you didn't know who he was. Jim told you he was blind and that he says he can speak to the dead. Jim seemed less than thrilled about that.
"Ms. Y/L/N." The old man calls out, making you stop walking. You stood beside Jim, sending a confused look to your partner.
“We solved the message Lila sent you. It sent us to Arkham Bridge Park.” Jim reveals, walking over to the older man. Mr. Cicero fiddles with the cane in his hand.
As Jim continues to tell him about Mr. Cicero supposedly protecting someone, you hang on every word he says. As the bad feeling in your stomach grows bigger, Jim gives a look to the officer by the door.
When it opens again, the boy waiting outside came in. As soon as he made eye contact with you, your eyed widened. You knew what Jim was thinking. How could he be serious about this?
“Jerome, you know Mr. Cicero from the Circus.” Jim sits down in his chair. You stood next to him, frozen in place.
“Yes, sir. Hello, Mr. Cicero.” Jerome looks to his left, making your nerves rise. Mr. Cicero greets him back as Jim analyzes them both.
You and Jim both worked differently, but it always worked right. It took a bit of time to get used to, but you both fell into a pattern together. But right now, you’re not sure if you’re even able to open your mouth to breath.
“Do you know why you’re here?” He looks at Jerome. The ginger thinks before asking, “Did you find out who killed my mother?”
“You killed your mother, Jerome.” Jim answers without hesitation.
Your body tenses as that feeling in your gut freezes. Your body felt heavy as you stood still, your breathing slowly picking up. Jim had a strong intuition and evidence; there’s no way he was wrong.
“Me?” Jerome’s voice was a whisper, leaning back in his chair.
“You killed her up on that hill and Mr. Cicero let you clean up in his trailer.” Jim explained further. Every word that came out of your partner’s mouth made you feel sick. “He told you to scratch the satanist symbol on the hatchet and throw it off the bridge.” Jerome looked between Mr. Cicero and Jim in disbelief.
“Sir, that’s absurd and.. offensive.” His voice cracked, making your stomach turn.
“But it’s the truth.” Jim states, staring at him. “What I don’t know is why this man risked so much to help you.” He looked over at the man sitting next to the red-haired boy. “I think he’s your father.”
Jerome’s shoulders fell, pausing before letting out a scoff. He looks between the two men again. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says to Jim. “My father was a sea captain.” Jim looked over at you and Lee, making your jaw clench. You were a great detective, but a case like this wasn’t what you were expecting.
“Am I wrong, Mr. Cicero?” Jim looks over at the older man.
“Yes.” He replies with a monotone voice.
“He was a sea captain, his name was Sven Carlson. He died at sea.” Jerome explained further with urgency.
“What was the name of his ship?” Jim asked.
Jerome froze, before replying, “He worked on a lot of different ships.”
Jim shook his head, “The one he went down in.”
Jerome stopped. His shoulders fell as his gaze moved down towards the table. “She never said.” He whispered, looking back up at the detective. He looked over at you, giving you a pleading look.
“We can take a blood test to see if I’m right. Takes only half an hour to get a blood proof result. Isn’t that right, Doctor Tompkins?” He looks over at Lee, watching her respond. “Save yourself a needle.” He adds.
“I do hate needles.” Mr. Cicero replies. Jerome looks over at him, with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry, Jerome.”
“What’re you talking about?” Jerome’s voice was gravely, as if he was on the verge of tears. Your stomach started to hurt, watching all of this unfold. Was he faking?
“I am your father.” The old man reveals.
“No, you’re not. Why would you say that?” Jerome’s tone makes your heart clench. Your jaw tightens as every second goes by, silence being the loudest sound in the room. You thought maybe they could hear your heart beating.
“You must’ve suspected the truth.”
“No, you’re not my father. My mother would never…”
“Your mother was a cruel woman, she was often unkind to me. But she did once love me.” Mr. Cicero interrupts him, his deep voice making the room tense. “And she loved you very much, that’s why she gave you a better father.” He felt around for Jerome’s arm, squeezing his wrist before going back to hold his cane.
Jerome broke out into sobs, his face leaning down towards the table. A lump formed in your throat watching him breakdown. Just a half hour ago, you and Jerome were talking in your apartment. Everything felt right before, it was comfortable. Now you were in an interrogation room with the boy crying and his father admitting to every accusation.
You heard every hiccup that left the boy’s throat, chills enveloping your body. You didn’t know what to do. Should you talk to him? Reach out? Comfort him? Or should you just wait?
His sobs turned to laughing as just seconds went by. Your body stood in shock as he looked up, a cheshire grin taking over his red lips. A single tear fell down his right cheek, looking almost like a painting. You wonder what that masterpiece would be called.
“My mother was a coldhearted whore who never loved anyone. And she would never touch a pathetic old creep like you.” Jerome’s voice was deeper than before, causing a shiver to go down your spine. Was this the actual Jerome?
You watched his eyes as he said each word. When you had met Jerome earlier, you saw something in them from the beginning. You didn’t understand it before, but you did now.
“Did you think I was kind to you because I’m such a good man? If I wasn’t your father, would I have helped you as I had after what you did?” Mr. Cicero retaliated. Jerome glared at him as he spoke.
“My father… hm! Well, I’ll be damned.” He turned towards you and Jim again. “Oh, that’s very funny.” He says, starting to laugh hysterically.
None of the murders or criminals you’ve dealt with so far have ever scared you like this. It wasn’t just the murder of his mother. He played mind games with you, manipulated you into thinking he was a good person. Are all the things he said in your kitchen a lie? Would you be upset if they were?
Jerome mimicked a drum and cymbal sound, doing the gestures with his hands. “Looks like that bitch got me with a zinger in the end.” He glared ahead at Jim, setting his hands down on the table.
“Why did you kill your mother, Jerome?” Jim asked.
“Oh, you know how mothers are…” He waved his fingers, while looking off into the distance. “She just.. kept.. pushing.” He looked back at the detective. “And I’m like, okay mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore even. But don’t be a nagging drunken whore… ya know?” He smiles. “Don’t come yelling at me to do the dishes if you’ve been banging a clown in the next room!” His hand slammed down on the metal table, making you flinch. “.. ya know?” He starts laughing again, each time getting louder and louder. He was in hysterics, not seeming to stop any time soon.
“Can I talk to him?” You ask, staring straightforward at Jerome. His laughter dies down, but his smile doesn’t fade.
“Y/N, I’m not sure-“
“Jim, I’m going to talk to Jerome.” You found your voice from your dry throat. You stared your partner down until he sighed. He nodded at Lee, resting a hand on her back as she leaves. Jim takes Mr. Cicero out to the Precinct with the other officer at the door. Once the door shuts, you take Jim’s chair and sit across from Jerome.
“Well, Y/N,” His voice was cocky, that wide smile never moving. “I didn’t-“
“Who are you?”
“Huh?” Jerome looks taken back. He blinks, that devilish smile slowly fading. “What are ya talking about, doll?” He sits back, folding his hands on the table in front of him.
“Who are you.” You lean forward, your face serious. You watch his jaw clench, his eyes switching between watching your left or right.
He leans forward, just inches away from your face. “I’m the son of a whore of a mother.” He spits out, each syllable filled with malice. “The poor boy in the Circus that gets beat up by their slut of a mom. I have suffered my whole life under the wing of that useless bitch!” He yells, his eyes screaming with anger. You don’t move from your spot, watching the way he reacts. “I thought it was about time she died anyway. Whether it was gonna be from one of her little toys or me.. guess it didn’t really matter in the end, huh?” A laugh surfaced from his throat, goosebumps forming on your cold skin.
It was silent for a minute or two, trying to find your words. “Was none of what you said real?” You question, taking him off guard again. He backed up an inch and cocked his head.
“What? The things I said to Gordon about loving my mother? Then, no, obviously not.” He states.
“No,” You stare at him, waiting for.. something. You didn’t really know what, you just wanted some type of answer.
“Ohh,” His eyes widened for a second, that nefarious smile forming again. “You’re talking about our little kitchen sesh.” He realizes, grinning from ear to ear. You never take your eyes off of him, wanting an explanation of anything you can get out of him. “That was hot, wasn’t it?”
“Jerome.” You cut him off. Your face felt hot, you didn’t know if you were blushing or embarrassed. Was anyone watching the cameras? Can they hear Jerome?
“Okay, relax, doll.” He smiles, getting up from his laidback position. His face gets closer to yours again, feeling his breath on your lips. “What would you do if I said yes?” His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips.
Your breath caught in your throat, your throat starting to feel dry again. No words came to your mind, all of it enveloped with fog. Jerome captured you in a way you couldn’t explain. His strong eye contact never wavered, seeming to tell you more than his words ever could.
“Cat got your tongue?” He teased, laughing. Your jaw clenches, trying to find the right words to use. “Alright, babe, I’ll tell ya.” He sits back in his chair, arms still folded in front of him on the table. “Everything I said was in fact true, dolly.” He says, his eyes never leaving yours. He has a faint smile on his lips, just the corners barely curved upright. “I mean, I can explain to you what we were gonna do before those two idiots called.” He keeps talking before you could say anything. “Well, first, I was gonna tell you to strip-“
“Jerome.” You stop him, taking a glance at the security camera in the top corner of the room. His laughing starts again, filling the silence of the small room. He follows your line of sight and waves at the camera, sending a chilling smile to the people that were watching. Most likely Jim, maybe Lee.
“Is there anything else you have to say before you’re sent to Arkham?” You ask, trying to come off to talk about his mom, but you both knew what you really meant.
“Hmm…” Jerome puts his finger on his chin and looks up, pretending to ponder. “No… no, I don’t think so.” He finally answers, smiling a genuine smile to you. Hopefully, for the last time, he causes a chill down your back.
As two officers rush in to grab him, Jerome laughs hysterically. Each one grabs one of his arms, dragging him out.
“I’ll see you again, Y/N! I’ll be back for you, doll!”
His yells echo through the long hallway, stopping you from moving. His words repeat in your mind over and over again, clouding your brain. You weren’t sure of what Jerome was capable of, and you’re not sure you want to find out.
Why would you let yourself fall for someone like him?
- SEASON 2 -
The Maniax. That’s what they called themselves.
Already, they’ve caused chaos. Throwing people off buildings and hijacking a school bus. People of Gotham were terrified, paranoid to step foot past their front door.
Jim had shown you and the rest of the GCPD of who you were trying to catch earlier that day. He walked up to the projector, clicking a button to turn it on.
“Jerome Valeska, 19, matricide.”
You froze. He broke out? What does that mean for you?
“I’ll see you again, Y/N! I’ll be back for you, doll!”
His last words to you rang like a bell in your mind. Goosebumps filled your skin, your body tensing up immensely. You felt like your body was cemented to the floor, almost not wanting to move.
Was this his plan all along?
“Hey, Y/L/N?” Jim waved a hand in front of your face. Your blinked, noticing how all the cops where at their desks now or running around the precinct. “Are you okay?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
It takes a second for you to answer. “Yeah,” You pause, trying to clear your mind. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You reply, forcing a smile.
Jim quickly sees through it, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “I’m not gonna let him get to you, okay? If it comes to it, I’ll let you stay at my place if it makes you feel safe.” He says.
Relief filled your body at his words, but you knew Jerome was going to get to you one way or another. “Thank you, Jim. I’ll let you know.” You send him a smile before waking away to your desk.
Was he really going to find you?
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Hours passed from then as you sat at your desk, looking over different files of the Maniax. You wondered how only a group of people managed to break out, but not the others. Every time you flipped a new page or read a different paragraph, all you see is Jerome.
His file sat next to it, reading, in big capital letters: JEROME VALESKA. It distracted you any time you let your mind wander or your eyes peer over to it. Even if you worked on it with Jim, Jerome was your case. You’ll never forget what happened in your kitchen that night of the investigation. Every time you step foot there, you get hit with a wave of the feelings you felt in that moment. It made your heart clench every time.
The little things about him still consumed you. His scent still lingered in the back of your head: a faint apple cinnamon smell. The genuine smile he had on his face when you two talked in your house.
Jerome Valeska has clouded your mind since that day. Ever since you couldn’t shake him from your mind; his captivating eyes, his bright hair, the way his lips felt. The last one was the hardest to get rid of. Every now and then you’d wake up in a cold sweat, guilty from dreaming of kissing the murderer you once held.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang in the office, making you jump out of your seat. Smoke engulfed the precinct, making you cough. Gunshots rang through the air, making you flinch as you guarded your face. You had to think fast as you started to make a run for a closed off room somewhere in the back of the precinct.
You ran down an empty hallway, just a few feet away from an unlabeled door. You made a run for it, jiggling the rusty doorknob. It creaks as you open it, hoping for your life that no one heard. You hadn’t seen who the people that hijacked the GCPD were, too busy on watching all of the dead cops fall on the cold floor. You knew, even as a snap decision, the only good idea was to run. The only figures you saw standing were the ones that were firing.
You close the door behind you, trying your best to be as quiet as possible so the creak wouldn’t echo down the hallway. Your body backed up as you watch all kinds of lights flash outside of the distorted window. Your heartbeat was rapid, feeling as if it was going to rip out of your chest. Your body freezes as it backs up against something.
“Hey, doll.”
Your blood runs cold when you hear his voice. It was like you were back in that interrogation room, questioning why he had done what he did. You felt, at that moment, like your heart truly did tear through your skin. You felt cemented to your spot, too terrified to move incase he’ll do something drastic.
A cold hand wraps around you, pressing his palm against your mouth. You knew better than to scream, a gut feeling that no one would’ve heard you anyway.. if anyone had even survived.
“I told you I’d be back for ya, doll!” His manic laugh rings through the silent room, raising goosebumps on your cold skin.
This wasn’t going to be good..
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jeromevalecka · 10 months
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୨୧ jerome valeska reacting to reader calling him pretty .
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notes : reader is gn , fluff , probably out of character jerome (idk help). sorry if there are any grammar mistakes ♡
- he stares at you a little in disbelief, never would he have thought he'd ever be called pretty. once he realizes completely he smiles like a dork.
- he starts twirling his imaginary long hair and acts all silly "you really think so?" even though he's joking around his face is like a tomato rn.
- "yes I really do think so" you reply to him as you laugh at his sillyness. once he stops joking around he smiles at you before giving you one of his usual tight hugs
- "I would've never thought anyone would call me pretty but oh my god I think I love it" he says, and chuckles.
- from now on you call him pretty like everyday and he melts again everytime when you do tell him
- you held his face when you guys were cuddling one day, as you looked into his eyes and told him "you're so pretty 'rome".
- it's moments like these in where he shows his softer vulnerable side more, he literally started to sob. he wouldn't stop muttering abt how lucky he is and how he doesn't deserve you.
- you of course wiped away his tears as you continue to cuddle the redhead, smiling at his reaction.
thank you for reading , have a great day/night ♡
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your-nanas-house · 8 months
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Stories I will write:
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Chris Decker X fem!Reader series
Tom Riddle X follower!Reader: Secret mission part 2 (I have to think about it) (requested)
Ominous Gaunt X Reader, Sebastian Sallow X Reader: The Beginning part 2, Ominous and Sebastian talk about what happened.  (requested)
Joe Goldberg X Henry’s babysitter!Reader: Henry’s babysitter part 2 (have to think of a plot) (requested)
James Walker X Reader: short smut fic with 7 words (requested)
Jerome Valeska X fem Reader: they meet in the circus before he killed Lila (fluff and hits of his insanity) (requested)
Jerome Valeska X Reader: they play games together like catch, Jeremiah plays with them but he’s stubborn but he wants to play. (requested)
Jeremiah Valeska X gn!Reader: AU where Jeremiah doesn’t inhale the laughing gas (requested)
Valeska Twins X Reader: headcanon with cuddles and affection (requested)
Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader: smut during a day at the local swimming pool or at the river (requested)
Jerome Valeska X Rapunzel!Reader: Y/n is manipulated by her mom, hidden and exploited. It’s a darker version of Rapunzel where Jerome revisits and addresses his trauma through the reader. (requested)
Jerome Valeska X ftm!Reader: (headcanon) (requested)
Joe Goldberg X fem!Reader: he kidnaps the reader and does the whole glass box, she isn’t afraid and chills. (requested)
Duke!Jerome Valeska X Reader: Arranged marriage part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)
Sebastian Sallow X fem!Reader: During a muggle’s game part 2 (have to think about a plot) (requested)
Cameron Monaghan X Reader: short smut story with 200 words (requested)
Dick Grayson X Reader: (short imagine) Dick complains about Batman and a two words come out of his mouth that Y/n takes too serious 
Tom Riddle X muggle wife!Reader: Two Death Eaters go to their dark lord’s new residence which is in the muggle world, both meeting Mrs Riddle for the first time.
Hocrux!Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: The young witch Y/n finds an elegant destroyed diary in her hands and has the task of fixing it.
Professor!Joe Goldberg X student!Reader: Joe tries to not fall back in his habits, he thinks that now with the new job and the new city things will change, but will it really be like this?
Joe Goldberg X Reader: Joe finds himself thinking about things while his gaze is on his new colleague who was taking care of Henry at that moment.
Pharaoh!Jerome Valeska X servant!Reader: Jerome sets his eyes on a young woman who he discovers is one of his servants.
Dark!Jeremiah Valeska X Gn!Reader: Jeremiah comes out of his bunker after several years in hiding and meets Y/n, from there the obsession starts.
Anthony Bridgerton X Maid!Reader: Anthony trying to catch his maid’s attention in any way.
Joe Goldberg X Reader: Y/n finds herself in Joe’s cage.
Bruce Wayne X model!Reader: After the first night spent at Wayne Manor Y/n meets the true Bruce.
Joe Goldberg (Jonathan Moore) X gallery owner!Reader: What is art? Art can be seen subjectively by everyone, therefore also by Joe.
Tom Riddle X Witch!Reader: they always meet in that place.
Jeremiah Valeska X nun Bruce’s sister!Reader: he meets Miss Wayne for the first time and has a strong need to corrupt her.
A few Sebastian X Reader’s stories and Ominis X Reader’s stories that I still have to translate. 
Elvis Presley X Milf!Reader: smut with virgin Elvis and experienced Reader (collab)
Elvis Presley X Reader: they meet at a nightclub.
Tom Riddle X fem!Reader: Tom and Reader have feelings for each other, they meet a few years later when he is slowly becoming Lord Voldemort and she finds out that she is a muggleborn. Tom is still attracted to her though even if he hates muggleborns. (requested)
Tom Riddle X Death Eater’s wife!Reader: Tom Riddle is jealous, he always was since he was still a kid and he always managed to get what he wanted, and now he wants to have for himself his follower’s wife.
Tom Riddle X artist!Reader: Tom Riddle randomly meets a weird woman who happens to be a young painter. She manages to catch his interest and he is ready to commit a portrait of himself to be able to see her more often and know more about her. Sadly after the portrait was finished everything ended because he disappeared to become “Lord Voldemort” starting that way a war after a few months
James Walker X Reader: Y/n Y/l/n and her boyfriend decide to go live in a new house together. This house happens to be Amytiville, a scary house where bad things happened, this didn’t stop the young couple though. After just a few weeks things get weird, the relationship between Y/n and her boyfriend gets worse and in the evening things get scary. James shows himself, after falling for the young girl, to scare and try to kill the boyfriend who leaves her alone in that house.
Chris Decker X Reader: Chris Decker meets Y/n on a random night in a random supermarket and they find themselves together all the night.
Jerome Valeska X Reader: Jerome Valeska starting to dance with his s/o during the morning, no words exchanged just glances and heavy stares while they body moves slowly following perfectly the music, creating such a lovely domestic scene.
Chris Decker X black widow!Reader: Chris finds out that his innocent Y/n had a bloody past full of sadness, angst and death connected to different weddings.
Colin Bridgerton X Anthony Bridgerton's wife!Reader: Colin returns at home after one of his travels and meets for the first time the Viscountess Bridgerton (Anthony's wife) and he can't help but be fascinated by her in many ways.
Anakin Skywalker X bartender!Reader: Anakin is focused on his mission with Obi-Wan but while waiting for his master to come back, trying his best to not intervene he catches the attention of a beautiful bartender that will help him distract himself for all the night.
Anthony Bridgerton & Sister!Reader: The time has come for Y/n Bridgerton too, she is attending her first ball and is ready to find a husband but her brother won't leave her alone making this mission almost impossible. She will though meet a young man that will "bewitch" her.
Elvis Presley X Reader: Y/n just watched a concert of the famous Elvis Presley and can't help but start to imagine about him while trying to sleep on her bed, finding herself with her hand down her shorts with her gaze on the poster of the King of Rock and Roll. Is he really the devil like her mama keeps telling her? Is she commiting a sin?
Anthony Bridgerton X Reader: Anthony is searching for a wife, while focusing on the diamond of the season he discovers many secret things about the young lady. Will he grow to love them or hate them? (Y/n is a quite, lover book and dogs lady).
Anthony Bridgerton X opera singer!Reader: Anthony meets the new prima donna of town and is as bewitched by her voice and her beauty. Will things get a dirty turn in their relationship?
Bruce Wayne X personal assistant!Reader: Y/n, Bruce Wayne's personal assistant, writes a book about her kinks and dirty thoughts but it goes in wrong hands. Will she lose her job after someone publishes her book not revealing yet the real writer or will she speak with her boss and fix things?
Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Anthony and Y/n meet during the Christmas Eve, in a hotel when the snow is thick and there is no possibilities to go somewhere else. Sadly or Luckily there is just one room left, a suit, and they have to share it.
Anthony Bridgerton X Reader:(Modern AU) Y/n participate at a charity event where she and some other girls are auctioned off. Many masked rich men come forward but only one will be able to "buy" a week together with Y/n, making them earn much more than the organizers had hoped. This secret millionaire is…Anthony Bridgerton (Could do it with Ominis Gaunt as well)
Sebastian Sallow X Reader: Sebastian and Y/n (MC) spend the day together, chatting and relaxing till evening. Something changes after the sun has set and the two follow their lust, right in a field of grass near Feldcroft.
???X fem!Reader: In a small church Y/n has flashbacks of her past, she remembers when she spent time with ??? and she regrets that she left, coming just now when someone told her that ??? was dead and buried there. (Rain while looking at the grave, Y/n is married) ((maybe Sebastian and Ominis))
Tom Riddle X Reader: Y/n wants revenge for her sister, since Tom hooked up with her once and ignored her after that breaking her heart, Y/n finds Tom years later, she manages to seduce him and hook up with him but when Tom things when to leave, she is a step ahead and puts her clothes on, when he asks where is she going she just says that he can have the room and throws a few galleons towards him before leaving. This makes Tom feel like a hooker and becomes strangely obsessed over Y/n.
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thejsquadswhore · 2 years
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Head cannons with the J squad <3
! SFW ! Can be romantic or platonic |
Jerome Valeska:
- You met in Arkham, he approached you first he didn’t say anything at first just laughed smiled than introduced himself went something like this “Youve probaly heard of me doll im Jerome Valeska!” Pauses “Yes that Jerome Valeska” (if you say you’ve never heard of him he fake gasps and puts a hand over his heart
- Always calls you doll or dollface hes a sucker for giving people nicknames and that’s yours. LOATHES it when other people call you it (definitely killed some guy over it
- Definitely introduced you to the rest of the J squad😭 You all bond over having shitty parents / family members tbh
- He pokes you randomly why? Cause he’s jerome Valeska.
- Finds it hilarious when you kill people
- Makes fun of you every now and then not to be mean he just doesn’t really know how to be nice? It’s like his love language (platonically or romantically)
- Bitches to you about his mother would love it if you bitched about yours back tbh😭
- Gets you to staple his face back into place like alot how much times can your face fall off?! A lot apparently
- Back to those nicknames his nickname for Jonathan is Jonny (so original💀) and his nickname for for Jervis is Hat head and Riddle guy you try to tell him that Jervis speaks in rhymes not riddles but he doesn’t listen he comes up with new ones for them a lot but those are his mains
Jonathan Crane:
- Yous didn’t meet before he was the scarecrow but you could hear his screams throughout the halls of arkham at night
- After a while he trusts you enough to let you see him without his mask :)
- He hardly ever sleeps. Like stays awake for weeks then passes out for a full day than back to being awake for a week😭 So if you have trouble sleeping and your bored just go to him and he’ll keep you company
- He doesn’t talk much tho he just listens
- if you ever ask him if you can help him make his fear gas he will ALWAYS say no. He worries about you and he would never want you to get hurt or live with seeing your greatest fear every waking moment like he does this answer will never change no matter how much times you ask him.
- You’ve wore his hood/ mask thingy at first he just starred at you like you were weird now he smiles whenever you take it. ( He leaves it down sometimes just so you can wear it tho he’ll never admit to that.)
- Just saying when you and Jonathan are in that little awkward transition from friends to dating Jerome teases the fuck out of both of you😭 expect a “Jeez get a room yous to” whenever you sit next to each other or smile at each other. If Jerome ever catches you or Jonathan saying anything lovey to each other hes going to do a whole 5 minute gag pretending to vomit all over the room. This happens every. single. time.
Jervis tetch:
- Again yous meet in Arkham he most likely approaches you first as before you’ve even noticed that hes there his done his own research on you. (He asked Jerome for help. Jerome definitely made fun of him for about an hour before eventually helping him out.
- He loves to call you dear, not darling or sweetheart just dear. He’s poetic and knows how deep the meaning for the word dear is (unlike the other more known pet names); as dear is someone who is beloved and cherished by him. So expect lots of “Hello my dear” or “how was your day dear?”
- Jervis never tells you that he had read your file before meeting you but Jerome let’s that slip on accident while you talk (it wasn’t an accident) It makes him so embarrassed you’ve honestly never seen someone so red in your life??
- somehow he’s the most responsible in this group of misfits.
- He doesn’t like anyone wearing his hat, hes like madly protective of it but somehow Jerome ends up stealing it at least once a day it’s like Jerome makes it his mission to take it your always the one to take it off of Jerome and return it to its rightful owner! Jervis thanks you vigorously every time.
- He sets up an extremely specific time once a week were you both have tea together if your late no matter the reason he shakes his head hes not mad hes disappointed. Every time at the end of the tea he hands you a note you have to look at it once and than give it back to him, that’s the time and meeting place of the next one :)
- If you can’t sleep he stays up with you offers to hypnotise you so you can have a good night sleep promises that you’ll wake up tomorrow and answers any questions you have about the process or if your nervous about it he demonstrates using Jerome or Jonathan as a test subject (or more likely a random civilian he finds on the street)
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deirdre-belle · 1 year
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That Laugh - Jerome Valeska x Reader
Summary: Y/N shows everyone what happens when they mess with her ginger. Warnings: Swearing, violence, and pls tell me if I forgot to add anything. A/N: Part 2 to Itsy Bitsy
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She was fuming.
What started off as another day in Arkham, locked up with her favorite person, turned into a day of revenge. Against who? She was going to find out.
"Who did this to you?" She interrogated Jerome as she examined the purple bruising around his eye and imagined all the horrible things she planned to do to the person responsible.
"Who do you think?" Jerome scoffed, gently slapping her hand away from his face when she accidentally pressed her thumb a little too hard on his bruise.
Y/N followed his line of sight to the inmate talking loudly on the other side of the dining hall.
"Ryan?"She questioned, her eyes flashing with something akin to anger. She made a choking gesture with her hands and said with a humorless laugh, "I'm going to strangle him."
"Yeah. I'm sure he'd love that," Jerome spat, which Y/N raised a brow at. "Come on, doll. He's been drooling over you since he got here."
"Really?" She perked up, sneaking a peek at the inmate who was indeed staring at her as though she were a piece of meat, before looking back at her friend who scrunched his nose in annoyance. "Relax, J. Gingers are more my type."
"Ha. Very funny," Jerome laughed.
He thought she was joking, but he failed to notice her expression fall for a split second before faking a smile and laughing along with him.
They continued to talk for the remainder of lunch until the guards sent them back to their cells to wait for the next mealtime. Y/N kissed Jerome on the cheek before bidding him farewell and telling him she'll see him at dinner.
Looking back on it now, Jerome's not sure he should have believed her.
Dinner began nearly ten minutes ago, and Y/N still hadn't shown up. It hadn't escaped his notice that Y/N wasn't the only one who hadn't shown up for dinner. Ryan was also missing from the cafeteria, which didn't sit well with Jerome who could only imagine the kinds of things they were probably doing.
He couldn't describe the anger he felt at the idea of the two of them together. Y/N was his friend. Not Ryan's. Y/N belonged to him. Not that pathetic ass who was only pretending to be insane just so he wouldn't have to go to Blackgate. Well, it wouldn't be much better here. Jerome would make sure of that.
His thoughts of vengeance were interrupted when he heard the screams. It was nothing like the screams he heard in any horror movie he'd seen nor has he heard any of the other inmate let out such blood curdling screams.
The guards immediately ran towards the sound, and the other inmates ran towards the gate hoping to get a good view of whatever was going on. Jerome stayed seated. He had a feeling he knew who those wails belonged to.
Then he heard that laugh. It was gleefully maniacal and absolutely hysterical, and would probably scare the socked off most people, but it made Jerome feel a certain way. It was as though her laugh was a drug and he was addicted to the sound of it.
It wasn't long before Jerome found himself cackling too.
Everyone watched as half of the guards struggled to get Ryan away from the source of his terror and the other half dragging a still-cackling Y/N towards the gate. While Ryan had to be carried off, Y/N was forcefully shoved into the dining hall by a very angered orderly.
Y/N's eyes met Jerome's and she gleefully sauntered over to him and sat in her usual spot across from him.
"After dinner, I'm being sent to solitary confinement," She beamed.
She looked up when Jerome didn't say anything and her smile grew despite mistaking his besotted expression for pride. If only she knew, Jerome thought, though today he was content knowing that he didn't have to share her with anyone.
Eventually, two orderlies arrived to escort Y/N away. As usual, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, bid him farewell, and asked him to take care of Bitsy until she returned.
"Oh, and you don't have to worry about Ryan. He won't be bothering you again," She smirked before leaving.
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