#jeremiah valeska imagines

[amomentsescape]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now that I have your attention..."

His eyes scanned the room.

"Where is my (Y/N)?"

[frost-queen]

No need for questions (Reader!Wayne x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Reader is a psychiatrist meeting Jeremiah in Arkham. For some reason she is the first to stick around despite being startled much during your first session. You find out you have lot's of things in common with him where you eventually kiss once during a session. Unable to stop thinking about the kiss, it keeps happening till your brother Bruce sees it and infuriates him.

The loud buzzing alarm startled you for a second. A gentle nudge in your back, pushing you forwards. One of the guards moving from behind you, heading for the door. The keys jiggling against one another as he revealed them. – “Don’t feel discouraged Misses Wayne if things turn out differently.” – he spoke, looking briefly your way. You straightened your back, pressing your folder closer to your chest.

“You are not the first psychiatrists to have a go at the mad man.” – he turned back, setting the key in the hole, giving it a hard twist. He pulled a bar aside, thumping loud against the metallic door. With a loud creak, he opened the door giving you a faint view of inside the room. The guard stepped aside, offering you to go. You stepped up to him, waiting hesitantly in the door opening. – “No shame in running away, Wayne. Just say the word and I’ll shut the door once more.” – he suggested while you took a deep breath.

“No!” – you said clearly, startling him. Staring fiercely in front of you. – “I do not back away.” – picking up all your courage you entered the appointed room in Arkham. The door shutting heavily behind you. A clear sense of entrapment in your head. You heard the jingle of cuffs with the creaking of a chair. – “Well, well.” – he spoke leaning closer as his face came into the light. It made you swallow nervously trying to hide it. – “A new puppy I see.” – he continued, curling up a devious smile.

He barked in your direction, making you jump out of your skin. Your reaction only giving him more pleasure. Chuckling loud, he leaned back in his chair, face casted with a shadow. You recollected your courage, setting your expression neutral. – “May I sit?” – you asked gesturing at the chair. Valeska opening his hands for you to do as you please. The chair scraped back as you came sitting down. Jeremiah leaning forwards again. – “Afraid I’ll bite?” – he questioned seeing how far you sat from the table.

Jeremiah bit your way, finding himself amusing. Swallowing nervously, you tried for it to not affect you. You shoved your chair closer to the table. – “Better?” – you asked him with a quirked up eyebrow. Jeremiah inhaled loud through his nose, moving back on his chair. He patted his thigh with a smirk. – “If you wish it has the best seat in the house.” – he pointed out, asking you bluntly to come sit on his lap. You smiled politely back at him.

“Let us settle like this first.” – you told him. Jeremiah didn’t comment on it. Taking a deep breath, you set your folder down on your lap. – “Mister Valeska. My name is Y/n Wayne, and I shall be your psychiatrist for today…” – you informed him. Jeremiah shot awake, grabbing the bar where his hands were cuffed onto tight. – “Did you say Wayne? As In Brucey Wayne? Gotham’s richest orphan kid?” – he called out with such delight; it frightened you a bit.

“Does it matter?” – you asked him barely giving him any attention. He chuckled humorously. – “Oh it sure does doll.” – he answered happy beyond himself. You quirked your eyebrow up when he slid his cuffed hand closer to your side of the table. – “You see.” – he started sitting casually in the chair. – “Brucey and I are somewhat best of friends.” – he informed you. – “I doubt that.” – you responded plainly. Jeremiah tilted his head to the side. Eyeing you hungerly. – “Don’t be saddened I’m sure we can become best friends too.” – he set his elbow on the table, holding a finger up.

“But do know Brucey will always be number one. You mustn’t be sad about it” – he spoke out with pouty lips. It made you roll your eyes with a loud scoff. – “Shall we begin our session?” – you suggested, cutting off the approaching conversation before it could begin. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Cousin?” – he said out loud, pointing at you. It made you frown figuring out what he was trying to do till it suddenly became clear. He was trying to guess what relation you might have to Bruce.

“Aunt? No, not aunt you’d be too young and hot for that.” – he said to himself, letting his finger brush over his lips. – “Mister Valeska may I please.” – you asked. He shushed you loud with a wave of his hand, startling you. – “What is it?” – he annoyingly asked himself, tapping his fist against his forehead. You sighed deep knowing you weren’t going to make any progress like that. – “Sister, can we continue now?” – you let him know.

Jeremiah clapped his hands loudly together. – “Sister!” – he exclaimed. Clearing you throat, you hoped to bring him back to the subject. – “Mister Valeska?” – you addressed him. – “If you are done being as happy as a five year old given candy, can we continue?” – he quirked his eyebrow up at you and your reference. He turned jumpy towards you, setting his hand under his chin. – “I’m all ears Wayne or should I call you Dr. Wayne?” – he snickered, shoulders shuddering along.

Exhaling loud you knew you were going to get no where with him today. – “Alright Mister Valeska.” – you told him, closing your folder on your lap. – “Jeremiah.” – he insisted, staring your way. – “Mister Valeska.” – you pressured on wanting to keep it professional. – “Jeremiah! Dr. Wayne, Jeremiah!” – he slammed his hands loud on the table, startling you once again. You had lost count at how many times you had been startled by him now.

Hating yourself for breaking professionalism with him, you had no choice. Jeremiah Valeska was unlike any other psychiatric patient. – “Jeremiah!” – you said clearly bothered. – “We don’t have to talk.” – you informed him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows. – “We can simply sit here in silence if you do not wish to co-operate.”

He puffed loud. – “I don’t mind. I’m getting paid anyways so if I talk or remain silent it doesn’t change anything.” – you twitched your eyebrow up with a sarcastic smile. Jeremiah chuckling all of the sudden. – “You wouldn’t be able to resist my charm.” – he said to you. – “We’ll see about that.” – you answered.

The familiar buzzing alarm went off again. Watching the guard open the doors once more for you. He gave you a respected nod before you entered. He was very much surprised when you left the first session in one piece and when the demand of Valeska got send in to see you again. It surprised them as you were the first psychiatrist Valeska demanded to see again. They had no idea how you did it, but whatever worked for them.

It was getting exhausted to stay on the look-out for new psychiatrist to send his way. As usual sat Jeremiah already down, handcuffed to the table. – “Dr. Wayne.” – he exclaimed happily, moving his hands up to you. You waiting for the door to close behind you before approaching him. Jeremiah furrowing his brows as you didn’t come sitting down as usual. – “I thought we could start our session with something new.” – you explained coming to stand near him at his side of the table.

You started taking out photo’s from your folder, placing them in front of him. Jeremiah looked briefly at the photo’s before his gaze went towards you. Your eyes widened suddenly he came sniffing you. Groaning in pleasure as his eyes almost rolled back. – “Done specially for me?” – he questioned looking all innocent. – “If you say so Jeremiah.” – you answered, placing another photo down. Jeremiah smirked moving his left cuffed hand closer to the bar, giving his right cuffed hand more reach.

You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh. Rubbing swiftly up your waist to your back. Grunting loud he pulled at you. You fell down on his lap, feet flopping up. – “Much better.” – he mumbled, keeping his hand on your inner thigh. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out, struggling to get back up. The friction your bottom was giving on his lap only making him smile more. – “Let me go! What are you doing?” – you called out as he kept pressing his hand down on your thigh to keep you in place.

“Enjoying the show.” – he responded. Tensing your jaw, you started using your hands to push yourself off him. Jeremiah removing his hand from your thigh to come and grab at your hands. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out. – “Y/n!” – he answered amusingly to mock your pleads. He moved his legs apart making you shift down in your position. Jeremiah holding your hand, your back caught by his arm. Him smiling cunningly down at you.

It made you swallow nervously at how close he was to you. So close you could see the color changes in his eyes. – “We both know you want this.” – he whispered to you, letting go of your hand to slide his hand up your cheek. Suddenly flustered, you shuddered at his touch. Heart beating loud against your chest. Did you want this? Jeremiah didn’t gave you much time to think, tilting your chin up by his finger.

Pressing his lips gently onto yours. Heart beating even faster as a sensation in your brain was released. You straightened yourself, coming to sit better on his lap. Moving your hand to his neck, kissing him roughly back. Hearing him hum loud against your lips made you grab for him rougher. Maybe this was what you wanted. Suddenly aware of what you were doing, you pulled away.

Getting off his lap. Staring in shock at him, finger gently touching kissed lips. – “Why’d you pull away Y/n? I’m up for a round two.” – Jeremiah said as you couldn’t tell if he was playing around with you or sincere. The last few sessions you had noticed how much you had in common with him. Except for the insanity of murdering people.

The cuffs jingled against the bar when he pleadingly moved his hands to you. – “Please… I want more…” – he begged. – “I want you Dr. Wayne.” – clearing your throat, you moved around the table to sit down. – “I have placed some photo’s for you Jeremiah.” – you spoke making him roll his eyes at how formal you were acting.

Jeremiah smirked, wiping his hands over the table, sending the photo’s flying. – “Oops.” – he said innocently with a chuckle. You exhaled deep, leaning back in your chair. – “Shall… shall we pick up where we left off.” – you suggested. Jeremiah came setting his elbows on the table, hands under his chin. – “The kiss.” – he spoke. – “Your past.” – you cut through. He puffed loud not interested in speaking about that.

Licking your lips you couldn’t deny how his lips have contaminated yours. His alluring eyes making it harder for you to concentrate on anything but the kiss that had happened. – “Let’s continue to talk about your past.” – you told him. Jeremiah crossed his arms. – “I’ll maybe do so if you kiss me Y/n.” – he made clear. Despite wanting to just keep the conversation going you got up anyways. Coming to sit at the edge of his side of the table. – “Good girl.” – Jeremiah mumbled setting his hand on your thigh.

“I won’t speak till you kiss me Dr. Wayne.” – he pushed on making you lean down. He smiled, touching your chin relieved to feel your lips on his once more. You pulled away flustered. – “Now…” – you started, Jeremiah swaying his finger. – “No, no.” – he responded bringing you closer for another kiss. – “You are my favorite Wayne.” – he whispered lips released briefly from yours. – “No longer Bruce?” – you answered smiling against his lips. He commented on your answer by kissing you forcefully.

You barely heard the voice on the intercom that announced your brother was visiting. The door opened as Bruce entered. – “Y/n!” – he called out loud, startling the both of you. – “Bruce!” – you responded jumping up. Jeremiah chuckling as he waved amusingly at Bruce. – “Hello Brucey.” – he said. Bruce ignored Jeremiah looking with disgust and anger at you. – “What were you doing?” – he shouted. – “I…I…I…was…” – you blurted out unable to find the right words. – “Kissing Brucey.” – Jeremiah answered making you shoot a glare at him.

He was most definitely not helping. Bruce clenched his hand, glaring at Jeremiah. He grabbed you roughly by the arm, pulling you behind him. – “You stay the hell away from her!” – he made clear. Jeremiah pouting his lips. – “Are you sad you are no longer my favorite?” – Jeremiah teased getting under his skin. Bruce tensed his jaw, tightening his grip around your wrist. – “What game are you playing?” – he wanted to know. Looking then over his shoulder to you.

“And for you to fall into his trap. I thought you were smarter sister.” – his words made you look shameful away. Jeremiah punched his hands loudly in the table, getting his attention. – “The game Brucey is that I am deeply affected by your sister.” – he let him know. – “Liar!” – Bruce yelled as you had to hold him back. – “Don’t be so rude… brother-in-law.” – he laughed out, upsetting Bruce more.

“Bruce, Bruce please!” – you called out, keeping him away from Jeremiah. He puffed out of breath, pointing sternly at Jeremiah. – “This is the last time you’ll see her. I’ll make sure of it!” – he said in anger. Jeremiah laughing maniacally when Bruce started dragging you with him. – “These bars won’t hold me. I’ll see you soon my dearest love!” – he called out as Bruce dragged you through the hallway, having left the door open.  

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[gothicknightz]

mandatory brunch meeting — jerome valeska

MANDATORY BRUNCH MEETING. | Jerome Valeska.

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

WARNINGS: pet names.

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

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

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

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

“Use the tongs, Carl!”

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

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

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

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

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

[batman-dc-imagines]

This idea came to me while eating lunch and watching this movie.

[bejeweledraven]

call it what you want

All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothin' when I look at him

relationship headcanons with the gotham villains

parrings: oswald cobblepot x gn!reader, ed nygma x gn!reader, victor zsasz x gn!reader, jerome valeska x gn!reader, jeremiah valeska x gn!reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

warnings: mentions of criminal activity, mentions of toxic and unhealthy behaviors in romantic relationships/mentions of unhealthy relationships

requested?: yes

request: anon: can i request general relationship hc with oswald cobblepot, ed nygma, victor zsasz, jerome valeska and jeremiah valeska with a gn reader

song prompt: call it what you want by taylor swift

word count: 1392

oswald cobblepot:

first and foremost his love language is 100% gift giving

it would be both subtle and dramatic

subtle, because he would never ask directly; he'd listen

was there something you were talking about currently? or maybe something you've wanted forever? he would pick up on the slightest mention of it

but like i said, it would also be dramatic

an artist you've been listening to lately? he'll make sure you have every possible record on vinyl and cd, concert tickets, merch

a car that you've dreamed of for years? in your driveway, with every possible upgrade

growing up he didn't have much, so he wanted to make sure someone that he cares about never feels like that

although he's not really the one for physical intimacy, there are some small gestures he really loves

great example are forehead kisses - long evenings after tiring days, right by the fire places

he might not be huge with PDA, but everyone knows that you're involved with each other, making you untouchable

and when i say everyone, i mean everyone; his enemies, his allies, his staff

his worst fear is someone hurting you to hurt him; makes him extremely protective, making sure you're safe 24/7

your relationship is the definition of "private, but not secret"

ed nygma:

although the pre and post riddler ed might have fair share of differences when it comes to dating, there's definitely a lot of similarities

for example, for ed you're always the number one priority, not matter what

the pre-riddler ed would cancel any plans for you (not that he had loads of those anyways lol)

it would take one phone call from you for him to drop everything and meet you somewhere

if ed liked you, he would have the hardest time telling you; even if you were involved with someone else, he would be your shoulder to cry on, no matter how much it broke his heart

once you got together he would need regular reassuring of how much he means to you

would be a combination of his own insecurities and how highly he thinks of you

both before and after you start dating, you smiling in his direction would be enough to make his day

post-riddler is much more confident, cares significantly less of what people think of him

but even given all of his confidence, his old insecurities still get the best of him

he would get very jealous at times

whenever he would suspect you could have feelings for someone else (which is a conclusion he makes way too rapidly) he would feel like the awkward and practically invisible technician working at the police station all over again

takes a ton of reassuring to for him to seem confident again- because deep down he will always feel like that to an extent

being his partner means being his best friend- it's such a special connection

he relies on your support so so much

although it took him a while to learn to come to you with his issues, you're definitely the best support system he's ever had, and he makes sure you know how much that means to him

victor zsasz:

one word: TEASING

so so so much teasing

oddly enough, this might be the healthiest relationship on the list

he has an understanding of personal space and time

i mean don't get it wrong: he WILL show up unannounced in your living room in the middle of the night on a random tuesday, just chilling on the couch because "he missed you"

but if there is ever a situation where you tell him that you need space and time alone, he just respects it

he has a very laid back attitude towards you, but if the situation requires he will act very quick to protect you; whether you disapprove of his methods or not

even though like i said he gives you space and time if needed, he has his subtle ways of knowing whether you're staying safe and out of trouble

i can for sure see him with a fellow assassin, even, or maybe especially, working for a rival gang

business is business, and he doesn't see a reason why it should interfere with his personal life after work

and the constant competition is kind of fun and exciting to him, which is ironic, given the line of work

one time you were ordered by your bosses to take each other out, and for shits and giggles you even pretended to attempt it, but gave up easily just cause you couldn't take one another and this whole situation seriously

overall it's a very playful relationship of equal time teasing and strong sense of protection, on both sides

jerome valeska:

the best word to describe the relationship with this man is 'rollercoaster'

with the highest of highs and lowest of lows

good moments make you feel on top of the worlds and bad moments make your stomach drop

no two days are the same with this guy

no surprise that he is very obsessive

the second he saw you and was utterly and completely fixated on you and you only

it was obsession at first sight for sure (bonus points if you met at arkham)

and you can't really blame yourself, he was very charming

just something completely captivating about him

although his attention is all over the place, he would make sure to always have a good look at you, even with the corner of his eye

he just needs you around 24/7

the respect for personal space and time? yeah don't really count on that

at a certain point there's some sort of addiction formed, where you can't really function without him either

say what you want about jerome, but his energy is absolutely infectious and sometimes you just need someone who will make you feel like you're on top of the world

another thing about him is that his obsessive sense of protection mostly extends to guarding you from the GCPD, but not really to a basic sense of safety

he will take you with him to all of his most dangerous heists, because he doesn't want you 'missing out on all the fun'

he regularly finds places to break into in the middle of the night, like theme parks and big malls, and just goes CRAZY

he is there to make any absurd wish of yours come true

if during the time where everyone just assumed he was dead you moved on with your life and god forbid found happiness with someone else- he is changing that the second he's back

jeremiah valeska:

the jeremiah before the transformation was paranoid about absolutely everything

including your safety, mostly because of jerome

his childhood made him put up this shield around him and it wasn't easy to let you into his life - but once he did he shielded you even more than he ever did for himself

if it was up to him, you'd never leave his super-secure home/facility, because he's that worried

and many times he's begged you do to so

out of sheer sense of protectiveness over you

but staying in a windowless bunker is not really easy for many people

and he knows that he can't really argue you on that, so all he has left is worrying until you're back

you always were back, and he had to fight the urge to beg you not to ever leave again

the post-transformation jeremiah is also insanely protective- with the added effect of more confidence is slight obsessiveness

his obsessiveness would be much more subtle than one that his brother displayed - jeremiah would just always know where you are and who you're with

he would go to actual insane measures to protect you; he'd burn entire cities if it meant keeping you safe

both before and after the transformation he's not really the best at communicating his feelings, but his way of making up for it is acts of service - subtle before transformation and less subtle after the transformation

oddly enough, he also became a lot more openly romantic than before, with grand, dramatic gestures

not that he wasn't romantic before; just in a lot more shy and delicate way

one thing never changed - how much keeping you safe meant to him

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

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

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

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

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

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

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

[harleyvaleska19]

Old pic 🖤 🔥

Happy Sunday

[sharksnshakes]

Random Traits Gotham Villains Find Attractive! HC's

Love's hard to come by in Gotham City, but that doesn't mean people stop looking--even villains.

A/N; gotham has a special place in my heart and i'm making it everyone else's problem!! but yeah idk these are just my Hot Takes, hope y'all enjoy (gif via giphy)

Wordcount; 139

TW; none i can think of!

Jeremiah Valeska: innovation, craftiness, unpredictability, someone who knows what they want

Edward Nygma: self-awareness, spontaneity, the kind of person who gets up after being knocked down and will keep chasing their goals regardless of what's in their way

Jerome Valeska: grit, persistence, someone who has a unique worldview, like an artist who can see beauty in the mundane

Victor Zsasz: independence, somebody who's unapologetically themselves, isn't afraid to speak their mind, and isn't easily shaken

Jonathan Crane: introspectiveness, someone who's their own person first, the black sheep of a group

Jervis Tetch: individuality and open-mindedness, the kind of person who's a good listener and doesn't easily blend in with a crowd

Oswald Cobblepot: reliability, the friend who waits for you to finish tying their shoes while the rest of the group walks away, imagination

[maweallgotohell]

Jerome Valeska - Brother's Assistant pt.1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

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

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He found him.

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

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

He wanted him to feel unsafe.

He wanted him to be afraid.

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

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

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

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

* ring*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...Xan?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

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

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

You nodded.

"I'll be right back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No.

Until that moment when she opened the door for him.

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

He sighed.

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

But he didn't.

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

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

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

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

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

But then it hit him like a crash.

Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.

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

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word count: 1820

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

C ya

[your-nanas-house]

Absolutely adored the Jerome x psychiatrist thing you wrote yesterday 🥹 Would you be willing to do something similar for 'Miah? If not feel free to ignore this lol

Love your works❤️❤️

Sure thing!! Sorry it took me so long 😭 Thank you! 🥰

As cold and white as the snow

◇ Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X psychiatrist!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, Jeremiah in Arkham, christmas, gifts

◇ Summary: Dr. Y/l/n takes over Jeremiah's case and tries to work with him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was dark, Jeremiah was motionless sitting on the usual seat in his cell at Arkham.

It was around three months ago when the case of the second Valeska had been given to a new psychologist, pretty young one that was eager to experiment and learn... Dr. Y/l/n.

The young woman was the one that took the reins of that maddening and annoying path, doing her sessions with Jeremiah each day even if he opted to stay absolutely quiet, still and lifeless... like some kind of plant. That did not stop her though, she kept trying with some techniques so to try and make him act or reply someway.

She tried using the topics the psychopath was so fond of, she brought toys and some objects to see if his mind reacted... she even mentioned and asked questions about Bruce Wayne.

Nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even a twitch of an eye or a slight smirk.

"You didn't mentioned any wishes for Christmas so... I brought you something" The psychiatrist informed as she searched in her bag the small box she got for Jeremiah.

It was a little gift, wrapped in purple paper and decorated with a big green bow, a note was glued to it with a simple message and a poetic short sentence she got somewhere.

"I open it up for you, yes?" Y/n asked without actually expecting a reply before opening the gift and placing a maze book in front of him, a pencil right next to it before getting up

"I think I'm going to grab us two blankets, it's pretty cold in here. They should repair the stoves" she murmured lowly while heading outside of the cell they were in and coming back ¼ hour later.

It wasn't like Jeremiah actually needed a blanket since he seemed unbothered by everything that was surrounding him.... yet the young psychiatrist wrapped the warm fabric around his shoulders before sitting back down so that she could fix her own blanket.

A quick glance at the clock and she froze in her spot, the pencil slowly falling from the table and hitting the ground indicating her that someone had moved it previously since earlier it was still tied to the book with a box.

Another glance and her y/e/c eyes stopped on the book itself, which was now open on a random puzzle maze page— that was finished and complete with right choices.

"I must admit that your stubbornness really scares me, Jeremiah. But I can't stop admiring it someway" Y/n commented before glancing up at the motionless patient, knowing well that Noone would have believed her if she would have reported a movement from him.

[amomentsescape]

hey there!! just starting reading your content and my god it’s AMAZING. i understand requests are closed right now, but i have a little idea for when they open back up? maybe an after spray (post spray, whatever people call it 😭) jeremiah getting sick with a cold headcanons or an actual sick fic? like perhaps the reader finding it so different because they aren’t really used to seeing him all sneezy, feverish and just overall under the weather? i imagine jeremiah would still keep up his looks whilst being ill, because well.. it’s jeremiah. but the reader can’t really take it seriously seeing him just being himself then two seconds later thinking he’s hiding the fact he’s blowing his nose into his handkerchief when everyone is literally watching him do so. this is just a cool bit of inspo whenever your requests open back up but keep doing what you’re doing! your writing is fucking SICK!! <33

Jeremiah Being Sick

Post-Spray! Jeremiah Valeska x Reader

A/N: Thank you so so much!!!

Out of the thousands of people that know Jeremiah's name, you were the one that got to see him at his most vulnerable

And even during those specific moments, he had a tough time letting his guard down

So it was really no surprise that even when he was physically weak, nobody would be able to tell

Well, besides you

In the dead of night when he thought you were sleeping, you could hear his fitful coughs and groans of frustration

You could see a few drops of sweat make their way down his face while riding with him in a hidden car throughout the city

And you could feel how clammy his hands were whenever they touched your arm while guiding you around

Even his voice had a slight roughness to it that you weren't used to

He was sick, but there was no way he was ever going to admit that

And this lack of vulnerability only caused his symptoms to worsen

A cold wasn't going to get better when you weren't properly resting and were still acting like your body was fine

It was odd to see Jeremiah stand before hundreds of people, threatening their lives and terrifying them one moment

Only to be quickly hiding himself away in an alley, letting out a wheezing cough and blowing his nose the next

He may have known that you knew what was going on at this point, but if he did, he didn't seem to care

When you two were alone, you found him locking himself in his office more than usual

You figured it was because he didn't want to risk getting you sick

But it was also the fact that he didn't want you to see him so uncomfortable

You did notice that he was a little more cuddly than normal though, pulling you close to him when he finally decided to come to bed

It was after almost two weeks of this behavior that you finally snapped

If he wasn't going to take care of himself and ask for rest, then you were going to force it

You began sneaking cough drops and lozenges in his pockets

He definitely noticed they were there, but he was too prideful to mention anything to you

But you could have sworn you smelt menthol on his breath a few times

You also began laying out extra handkerchiefs by his suits every night so he'd see them in the morning

And whenever he locked himself in his office, he was always met by a gentle knock and a tray of tea outside his door

You knew he'd never give up his old habits, so these small actions seemed like the best way to let him know you wanted to help him feel better

Jeremiah slowly started to accept these changes too

He began to come to bed earlier each night

And he would regularly join you in a warm bath most days whenever he had the time

You could tell he was finally feeling better within a week

Jeremiah isn't really one for words of affirmation or even saying "thank you" for something

So you weren't expecting anything in return

You did notice a gentle smile pull at his lips whenever you asked how he was feeling however

It was only a couple weeks later when you got home to see a brand new outfit and a happy Jeremiah waiting for you that you knew he was thankful

Sirens rang out in the background as he explained he set up a few "inconveniences" for the GCPD so he could take you out for the night

He gave you a big kiss as an explosion sounded throughout the city just a few blocks down

[frost-queen]

In the end, it's him and I (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: Jeremiah ask you to prove your love to him by breaking you out. So in love with him you do so, sharing a dance and kiss on the way out. Jeremiah loves you passionatly making him hire Echo to keep you out of harms way. Driven by jealousy you pull out a stunt that would sure prove to Jeremiah how worthy you are. Jeremiah not so pleased you blew things up, taking a run for it with you after seeing the GCPD. Cornered you butcher him with questions if you aren't good enough of if he loves Echo. Having enough of your rambling he shuts you up with a rough kiss.

“Jeremiah.” – you said looking teasingly down. He hummed intrigued, moving a bit closer to the table. A soft smile on his lips. It made you wet your lips. He moved his cuffed hands closer to the center. His action made you look up to the corner. Seeing the camera hang clearly in sight. You simultaneously moved your hands under the table away from him. That made him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Don’t… don’t you love me?” – he asked. – “I do!” – you called out, wanting him to know immediately. He took a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. – “How do I know your love for me is real…” – he said to himself, yet loudly enough for you to hear.

“It is real!” – you pressed on, setting your palm firmly onto the table. Jeremiah leaned closer again, smirking from ear to ear. – “Prove it.” – he spoke. – “Anything.” – you replied desperately. So caught up down this rabbit hole, you couldn’t climb back up. Jeremiah glanced over his shoulder as if someone could listen in. – “Get me out. Get me out of this place Y/n.” – he whispered. It made you visibly gasp. The request made you doubtful for a moment.

Breaking a criminal out of Arkham was a crime. Was it one you were willing to act upon? He grabbed for your hand across the table, holding it tight. - "My love. If you want us to be together, free from restrictions and bars, you must break me out. It is the only way.” – he told you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Jeremiah laughed manically, turning to the camera in the corner. He started laughing even louder, pointing at it.

You closed your clipboard, shoving your chair back. That made Jeremiah turn back to you. – “I’ll be waiting for you doll.” – he said, resting his hands under his chin. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were burning. Swallowing nervously, you set your mind to it. You were going to break him out. To prove your love to him. It that was the cost. The alarm buzzed as you waited by the door. Casting one last glance over your shoulder to him.

Jeremiah smirked as you set the last steps through the door. It shut behind you. The guard led you back to the main corridors. You paid extra attention to your surroundings. The keys dangling on his belt suddenly so interesting. So was the camera’s installed in the corridors. Widening your eyes, you wondered for a moment what you were doing. Where you truly going to break him out? It could easily be just one of his scheming.

Who says he wouldn’t kill you after you grant him freedom. You were after all talking about busting a criminal out. One with a history of violence and murder. Was it something you could forgive for your own feelings? The guard opened one of the last doors that led outside. – “See you Friday doctor.” – he said, tipping his hat at you. You smiled walking out into the sunshine. Everything at Arkham always felt so dark and gloomy.

The following days you had been pacing around your apartment. Cracking your head open on how you were going to break him out. Perhaps escort him out in a body bag? Through the sewers? Or the most surprised actions of all, just through the front door? You had come up with a plan, even a back-up plan for when things would go south. There was a high possibility you’d fail, ending perhaps right beside him behind bars. For no one was this insane to think of breaking him out.

Taking a deep breath you were at Arkham Asylum once more. Hands shaking when they opened the door for you. – “Morning doctor!” – the oh so familiar guard said. You smiled politely back at him, afraid the nerves in your voice would make him wary. – “He’s been surprisingly good this week.” – he commented leading you through the maze of corridors. Your eyes went to the keys dangling on his belt. You knew he’d come to a stop soon. So he did as you stumbled against him. –“Oh sorry.” – you said as if his abrupt stopping had caught you off guard.

Brushing your fingers near his belt, you snatched what you needed. The guard chuckled. – “No worries doctor.” – he said turning back to the door. You clenched the keys in your hand, overcome with a great feeling of power. He pressed a button as the door unlocked. He moved aside for you to enter. At the table, cuffed sat Jeremiah as usual. His face lighted up at the sight of you. – “Hello doctor.” – he said teasingly as you entered. The guard left as your eyes fell upon the camera in the corner.

You walked over to him with a straight face. Not saying a word. Jeremiah frowned at your silent treatment. – “What no hello doc?” – he chuckled out. You walked around the table closer to him. Suddenly dropping your clipboard with papers. Papers of your previous notes about him. Jeremiah furrowed his brows, watching you kneel down to collect them. You briefly looked up, tapping your lips. Jeremiah smirked. You collected the last of your papers, getting back up. Slowly and keeping yourself as close to him as possible.

Jeremiah waited till you were at eyelevel, forcing his lips on you. You opened your mouth, shoving your tongue through his mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes widened, tasting something in his mouth. You pulled away startled, moving your hand to your mouth. – “You kissed me you sick bastard!” – you called out, the buzzing alarm loud in your ears. The doors opened as the guard from before rushed in. He came to your aid, moving an arm around you and pulling you away from him. – “Pervert!” – he cursed at Jeremiah, hitting him with his weapon. Jeremiah received the hit, keeping his head low.

You were led back outside, the doors shutting behind you. The guard took a few deep breaths. – “Are you alright Doctor? I did not know he was that sick minded.” – he outed with concern. – “I’m sorry.” – you replied. – “What for?” – the guard said confused. – “This.” – you said tasing him to the ground. He shook and trembled when hitting the floor. You moved back to the door, opening it. Just in time to see Jeremiah get up, moving his arms up. Higher then ever possible with cuffs. – “My love.” – he said feeling as free as a bird.

You motioned to him to get a move on. Jeremiah jogged around the table, meeting up with you. – “You are one sly fox Y/n.” – he complimented at your clever idea of slipping the key in through his mouth. – “Just keep up!” – you ordered keeping up your pace. Jeremiah and you past some cells. Jeremiah couldn’t hold himself from taunting them. Laughing loud at them while mocking them. They all started shouting back at him, sticking their arms out to grab at him. Angry that Jeremiah was running free, and they were stuck.

Jeremiah caught up with you. – “This is all very interesting doll, but how exactly are you going to get me out?” – he wondered. Being out of that room was one thing, out of Arkham was another. At the other end of the corridor you heard commotion. A group of guards coming to block your path. – “Like this.” – you said, revealing a bomb. Jeremiah smirked, sticking his fingers in his ears. You threw the bomb at them. Their screams filled the corridor when they got blown up. With wide eyes you stared at what you just had done.

Jeremiah clapping and laughing insanely. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you at him. – “Do you know how turned on I am right now?” – he said, arms wrapped tightly around you. There came more guards at the end of the corridor. You kept staring up at Jeremiah. Jeremiah stared right back at you, grabbing a bomb out of your pocket. He tossed it over your head to the guards. The moment it exploded; he kissed you. A kiss fueled by adrenaline and fun.

Jeremiah grabbed your hand, pulling your back hard against his chest. Entangled hand stretched out, his other hand on your inner waist, he waltzed forwards with you. Taking big steps, humming a fine tune while stepping over limbs and blood. For some reason you weren’t grossed out by it. He moved your hand up, letting you spin underneath his arm at an intersection. You smiled, taking out another bomb. Jeremiah stepped aside for you to shine.

You smirked, throwing the bomb at the brick wall. It exploded as you gasped pleasantly at the sight of it. Taking your hand, he stepped over the bricks, taking in the fresh air. – “Got one more left?” – he asked. You nodded, handing one more bomb at him. He smelled it, eyes almost rolling back with pleasure. He then tossed it over his shoulder inside Arkham.

The explosion created a gush of dust spraying you and him. – “You are free.” – you said to him. Jeremiah smiled. – “All thanks to you.” – he answered, tilting your chin up by his finger. – “Now let us go home.” – he whispered while sirens alarmed in the distance. – “Home.” – you repeated longingly. Was there perhaps a home after all with him after this? He took your hand, running off before anyone could catch you.

Jeremiah took a deep beath. Sitting up in the bed. Arms resting on his knees. He looked over to his side, seeing you sleep peacefully. He curled up a smile driven by mad love for you. The psychiatrist that unlocked a new level of understanding inside of him. Then his smile faltered, thinking of all the possible endings when knowing the price of his heart. How many gangs, criminals or policemen would knock on his doorstep to hurt you. That was something he couldn’t let happen. His jaw tensed only thinking about it.

Thinking about how much his heart would tear itself apart if you were not there. He came leaning down, brushing his hand over your bare arm. He saw it made you move a bit in your sleep. – “I promise you Y/n. No harm will come to you. I swear on my life I keep you save.” – he whispered, leaving a loving kiss on your shoulder afterwards. You took a deep breath, half awaking. – “Jeremiah?” – you said sleepy. He hummed loud. – “Go back to sleep.” – you muttered out, turning your head. He smiled coming to lay down close to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You frowned seeing the unknown girl in your hide-out. She stood very close to Jeremiah, keeping their voices low. – “Who is she?” – You asked bluntly. Jeremiah lifted his head up to you. – “Good you are awake.” – he said. You quirked your eyebrow up as he still hadn’t answered your question. He noticed it, pointing with his pen at her. – “Echo.” – he addressed. You couldn’t help yourself but smile sarcastically at her. – “Jeremiah.” – you said overly sweet to draw his attention. He looked up with a loud hum. – “May I ask who she is, or do I have to guess? Housekeeping perhaps?” – you insulted with a sneer.

“Assistant.” – Jeremiah filled in catching you by surprise. – “She works for me now.” – he said before turning back to her. – “Okay.” – you said coming closer. Jeremiah noticed it, taking Echo by the elbow as he moved away with her from you. It made you stop mid-action; unbelievable he would do that. He moved to another room to chat in private. Crossing your arms, you turned your back to their room. After a while Jeremiah came out of the room.

“Finally.” – you said loud, so trying to sound annoyed. Jeremiah ignored you, walking up to his desk. – “Hello?” – you called out to catch his attention. He searched through some papers making you groan loud. – “To think I haven’t even been kissed today!” – you made clear. Jeremiah snatched a piece of paper, looking at it. He walked around the desk over to you, making you smile wide. He was still reading the paper, leaning down. You pushed your lips forwards, eyes widening when he left barely a kiss on your forehead.

“What was that?” – you called out frustrated. – “A kiss.” – Jeremiah answered before returning to the room Echo was in. You got up frustrated from the chair you had been waiting in. If Jeremiah was going to be like this, you were going back to bed. You would’ve gone out if it hadn’t been for your faces hung up all over Gotham. The GCPD looking interestingly for Jeremiah and you to put behind bars. You barely saw Jeremiah as he started to spend his time with Echo.

Sometimes in the same room as you, other times they were out of sight. It was like he kept taunting you with his new toy. Something shiny and new to sniff out the old one. You couldn’t deny that it made you jealous and heartbroken. Jealous Jeremiah was taking an interest in such a dull creature as her. Honestly there was nothing amazing about her. Her hair looked like birds nested in it. Not to mention her annoying voice.

Everything about her made your blood boil. While Jeremiah got cozy with Echo, were you thinking of something wicked. Something mad to prove how much better you were than her to him. There was absolutely no way you were losing him to some wanna be replica of you. You had it all prepped. A great show just for him. Not that he even showed any interest in you to even notice what you were doing behind his back. You picked up your bag when you heard a loud clearance of a voice.

Turning around you saw Jeremiah stare at you. – “What’s the bag for?” – he asked. So fed up with jealousy you couldn’t even bring yourself to be sweet to him. – “Who gives a f*ck.” – you answered. – “I do!” – Jeremiah responded. You laughed sarcastically. – “So now you do!” – you said back. Jeremiah clenched his jaw. – “Where are you going?” – he asked. – “Out.” – you replied with a snarky smile. Jeremiah inhaled sharp through his nose. – “You stay right here! Your face is on wanted posters!” – he reminded you.

You puffed annoyed. – “Don’t tell me what to do!” – you shouted at him. It caught him off guard for a moment. He stormed over to you, grabbing you by the elbow. Dragging you into the bedroom. – “Stay here!” – he insisted upon. From over his shoulder, you saw Echo appear. – “Having a great laugh!” – you yelled at her. Jeremiah was furious, slamming the door in your face and locking you up. – “Jeremiah!” – you shouted, banging on the door. He exhaled deep, forehead resting against the door. – “I can’t have you caught… please understand.” – he quietly said.

He walked away from the door, meeting up with Echo. You groaned loud. Running over to the window, you weren’t going to let him stop you from showcasing your love for him. He needed to know how loyal you were. How you were his first and last. How you were willing to take your own life for him. It was high up, but you climbed out the window. Making your way neatly down, breaking out of things seems to have become a skill of yours.

You made your way through the streets of Gotham, straight to your target. Fuel by anger and jealousy, there was no stopping you. Wiping your hand over your face, it smudged your make-up. You couldn’t have any tears now. Tears were for the weak. You walked into the building, setting up bombs without anyone seeing. You then walked back out, walking down the steps. Pulling out the detonator, you pressed the button. A wave of explosion blasting at you from behind. The windows exploded; the bang followed by loud screams.

Looking up, you were showered with lost papers twirling down. Sighing deep, you sat yourself down on the steps. Jeremiah was panting. The alarms of cars were going off, the storm of papers twirling down. He came to a full stop, seeing you sit on the steps. His expression tightened as he took off his sunglasses. He made his way over to you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you gasp loud. Your head shot up, coming face to face with him. Jeremiah stared at your smudged make-up that so seemed to match his.

Commotion came from behind as he spotted the GCPD behind you. Jeremiah tensed his jaw, grabbing you tightly by the hand. He pulled you with him, running off. You were laughing loud at your own stunt. Never in a million years you thought you’d blow up something this big. He kept running with you to safety. Once save he pushed you hard against the wall. – “Have you lost your damn mind?” – he said fuel with frustration. – “Yes.” – you replied with a smile. That made him push you firmer against the wall.

The way he was looking at you, made you doubt your actions. Perhaps you had been foolish for doing it? Perhaps you had lost him forever now with your little stunt? You shoved him annoyed off you. Jeremiah stumbled back confused. – “Am I not good enough?” – you asked loudly. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Is that it? Is that why you replaced me for that birds nest!” – you shouted. – “Birds nest?” – Jeremiah repeated confused. Y

ou told yourself you wouldn’t cry, but here you were unable to uphold your promise. – “Do you love her?” – you asked, giving him a push. – “Is that it, am I replaced by her cause I wasn’t amusing enough?” – you pushed him again as he let you. The tears started to roll down your cheek, second guessing your act of just now. Second guessing if you ever should’ve got him out of Arkham. – “Maybe I am a madman for getting you out of Arkham!” – you cried out. – “I shouldn’t have… If I had not… you wouldn’t be here tearing me apart from the inside!” – you screamed in frustration.

Jeremiah grabbed you, kissing you roughly. Letting his actions speak for his words. You could barely keep up with his lips. You pushed yourself off him to breath. He grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. – “I am yours and you are mine!” – he said loudly. – “That is how it always is going to be, because I f*cking love you Y/n!”

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Jerome

Unhinged, rough, and a huge fucking tease.

He likes to play games that he knows you'll lose, just so he can punish you.

Ropes and chains are his favorite thing to use in the bedroom along with gags and knives.

He gets so wound up that he completely loses himself while he fucks you. His hips just snapping into you and his grip is sure to leave bruises.

As rough and dominant as he gets however, he is a very whiny and pitiful sub.

Once he trusts you, he'll start showing his soft side. He will never bring up being submissive on his own. You have to suggest it.

He likes pleasing his mommy/mistress and cries when he gets in trouble. He hates getting spanked and will try to get away from it.

Jeremiah

A calm and calculated dom. He knows how to push every one of your buttons.

Likes hearing you beg for him, especially when you're on your knees humping his leg.

Will call you 'little pet' has a collar for you and everything. A special paddle is used when he thinks you've been bad. You're ass will hurt for days.

He refuses to sub, you have to really overpower him if you want to be the dominant one.

Once you're hand is around his throat and you've set a hard pace on his cock, he'll melt.

His pride is too large however, and he will never admit that he liked being held down and fucked.

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gotham incorrect quotes pt10

Jerome: you can trust me, Jeremiah! Remember how I saved you from that fire? Jeremiah: Remember how you're the one that set me on fire?

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