#jerome valeska/reader

[ficklefics]

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

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1/?

Inspired by Are You Going to Write Your Report About Me? by Magnetic_Stars .

It was the third night the city was at war.

Breaking and entering. Murders. Fires everywhere. The non-stop sound of sirens screaming outside was almost dulled out by the loud music playing from your TV. Only one channel had kept its regular scheduled programming, and you tuned in every single time the city went to hell again. The volume was cranked up so loudly you were sure the poor speakers were going to burst one day, but you wanted to keep up the charade. Pretend you were masking something instead of doing the dishes while occasionally throwing dollar store ceramic plates out the window or into a wall to pretend someone was looting your apartment.

Was it a sound strategy? No. But, so far, you hadn't met the fates of some of your neighbors who’d stumbled out of their homes the morning after, faces with patches of black and blue and missing a few teeth after someone decided they were an easy hit. 

They hadn’t bothered to cut off the lights the last couple of times, making everything eerier. Light was comforting. Kind. But not this one. This one was tainted with bloodlust and pain, offering no relief if you were caught in the crossfire. Still, the city had to go on. Schools were open. You had to go to work every day. The little corner shops had their ‘open’ neon signs on because this couldn’t go on forever.  And, to the city’s defense, they did try to bring some sense of peace. Have more cops around. Big, yellow buses designated to take people home after work or school -as if they’d forgotten what happened the last time one of those maniacs took a hold of it. You’d rather risk it and walk -or rather, run- home. Lock yourself up, chair under the doorknob, music all cranked up, and pretend Gotham wouldn’t be like this forever. You grabbed a pink ceramic plate with a cartoonish princess on it and threw it out the window, hoping it wouldn’t bonk anyone in the head on its way down before continuing the tedious job of doing the dishes that’d been piling up for the last couple of days. The music was catchy, but after hearing the same thing over and over again, it was beginning to get a bit… dull. Still, you tried to make the best of it. Humming the choruses of the ones you kinda-sorta knew, bopping your head to the songs that were growing on you, and all would’ve been fine if you hadn't felt something metallic at the back of your skull followed by the sound of a cocking gun. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Shit. 

You brought your soupy hands up and slowly turned around, feeling your stomach drop when you realized who was at the other end of the barrel.

Jerome fucking Valeska. Just your luck.

TV didn’t do the man justice. He was positively terrifying. All scars and sewed-up tissue dotted his face, stretched strangely here and there, distorting the freckles peppering his skin. He was pale. Paler than you ever thought he could be. His eyes were a strange shade of green that didn’t match the uncontrolled fire behind them that burned just as bright as his hair. 

“It’s rude to stare, y’know?”

“And it’s rude to just… invite yourself into my home, isn’t it?”

His brows furrowed, lips turning into a snarl before he started laughing, waving the gun around as if it was a toy and not a loaded murder weapon.

“So, here’s the rundown.” He started, hopping on the counter and leaving bloody hand prints on the faux marble. “In about…” He glanced at an invisible clock on his wrist. “Three minutes, Jimbo is gonna come knocking on your door asking if you’ve seen me. And you are gonna say you don’t know what he’s talking about ‘cause you just had a wonderful dinner with your handsome boyfriend who just got out of work and desperately needs to get the blood out of his hair.”

You simply stared.

“Okay, don’t say the last part.” He quickly added, and then hopped off the counter. “Point is, I’m not here. Got it?”

He got a nod in return after a very, very long sigh.

“Good.” He replied, a smile etching on his face that seemed bigger and far more malicious with his mouth stretched like that. “I need to use your shower. Hate it when my hair gets sticky. Which knob is for the hot water?”

“Left. Bathroom’s over there.”

“Thanks, doll.” He started to walk away before he suddenly turned to face you again. “By the way, no funny business. I have a gun, I have your phone, and you’d hate if mommy got a call from me, wouldn’t you?” He waved the little device with his free hand before stuffing it back in his pocket and shutting the door behind him.

You stared at the door, chest rapidly rising and falling, waiting for him to come out, gun pointed straight at your forehead and laughing at your gullibility before taking the shot. But he didn’t. The only thing that came out from the bathroom door was steam and the smell of what was probably half your bottle of shampoo going down the drain. 

Three pointed knocks at the front door snapped you out of it, making you quickly turn your head in its direction.

“GCPD!”

It was showtime. You tried to pick yourself together. Get your heartbeat to slow down the tiniest bit as you wiped your hands on the back of your shirt, briskly lowering the volume on the TV and dragging your trusty chair back before opening the door.

“I’m Detective Gordon and this is Detective Bullock,” A man said, flashing his badge and motioning to the one beside him. “Jerome Valeska was seen in this area, and we noticed your window was open. Have you seen him?”

“No. No, I haven’t.”

“Are you alone?” 

“Yes.”

His eyes traveled behind you, looking from the open window where the wind was softly moving the curtain to the ceramic mess on the ground. Bullock did the same.

“What’s up with the mess?”

“I break dishes so people think I’m being robbed.”

“Does it work?”

“It has so far.”

Bullock hummed, and gave you a little impressed nod. And, then, Valeska had to ruin everything by loudly whistling some obnoxious fucking tune now that the damn volume was down.

“Thought you were alone.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You sighed, trying to let out the panic into that single exhale, eyes darting away from the pair before looking at Gordon directly in the eye. “I’m sorry. I’m- I’m not. My boyfriend just came back from work and is taking a shower.” You said and, after a small pause, motioned around you and added. “This whole thing has put me on edge. You know how it is.”

It was hard to tell whether he bought it or not. His face wasn’t giving much away, the lines on his forehead and brows were still knitted together with no sign of softening any time soon. If he asked to come inside, you were done. There was blood on the counter. Probably some on the windowsill if they decided to check it out. 

After a couple of seconds, Gordon nodded. “Give us a call if you see anything.”

“Will do.” You offered them a small smile before closing the door and leaning against it, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Right on cue, Valeska came out of the bathroom, whistling still as a puff of steam burst out behind him. He was using your towel to dry his hair. Your white towel that was now stained pink and red.  

 “You better leave by the time I wake up.” You hissed, walking past him in a huff, aiming to hit his shoulder but thinking the best of it last minute before heading towards your room and slamming the door behind you. 

The lock was in place. A chair under the doorknob. And, just for good measure, you dragged your nightstand in front of it as well.

“That won’t stop me if I wanna get in there.”

“Fuck you!”

“Come out and do it yourself.”

His laugh echoed through the apartment, making your blood boil. You should be afraid. Fucking terrified, actually. But all you could feel was anger. Keeping the window open was stupid. Letting Valeska do whatever he wanted was worse. But lying to the cops when you could’ve subtly nodded at the bathroom door and whisper he was there? That should’ve been your one-way ticket straight to Arkham because covering up for someone like Jerome was insane. 

You couldn’t sleep. Not when you heard him pacing outside. Flipping TV channels. Moving this and that on the kitchen. Acting as if it was his damn place. By the time you cracked your door open the morning after, he was gone, leaving a path of mayhem in his wake.

Dirty dishes. Empty food containers. Wet clothes on the bathroom floor. A cartoon channel playing old favorites on the TV. And there, on the counter, your phone with an unsent message that said see you soon.

[saintlucretia]

the feeling when your fictional crush is so wild you can't even defend them:

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

[sqreamunson]

me after spending my entire day reading Gotham smuts :

[sunflowerrosewood]

He Has a Nightmare HC~ Gotham Boys

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, nothing too graphic.

~~~

Jim Gordon 

~Jim has dealt with so much shit

~Between going after villains to dealing with the PD

~So when you two fell asleep one night

~He had a nightmare you were killed by multiple Gotham villains

~You don't notice he has a nightmare until you feel cold

~When Jim is sitting in the kitchen nursing something to drink

~But not facing the bedroom

~You have to come up from behind

~And hug him tight

~He will probably jump 

~But he melts in your embrace 

~He wont tell you want happened

~But he will allow to be vulnerable 

~And allow you to just mumble in a sleepy voice all the reasons you love him

Edward Nygma

~Edward didn't have nightmares often

~But seemed to have them after being in Arkham

~Then escaping to home

~You would only know when you heard him arguing with himself

~That he shouldn't wake you up

~That this makes him useless

~As you could hear him mutter these things

~Pull him down to the bed

~So you can cuddle into him

~And promise that you'll always be there

~Both sides will melt

~And he'll tell you about the nightmare 

~So you'll understand his pain

Oswald Cobblepot 

~Oswald had nightmares often

~And you usually knew

~The reason is that he talked in his sleep and would hold onto you tight

~You would feel his hands tighten

~And whimpers fall out of his lips

~You’ll probably have to wake him up

~Just to let him know that he is not alone

~He will be sweaty and his heart racing

~But as long as you kiss his lips

~And squeeze his hand

~Oswald will calm down

~Go get a washcloth to help him cool off

~And intertwine your hands before you fall back asleep

Jonathan Crane

~Nightmares plague his head all the time

~And it isn’t because it is his fault

~It usually has to do with his father

~And another person that you will know when he wakes up

~Because he gets as far away from you

~He is shaking in fear 

~It’s usually when he does not consume himself in fear

~But appears in his nightmare

~Allow him to slowly calm down on his own

~He’ll immediately climb back into bed 

~Because he needs to feel you by his side

~Usually he falls asleep slowly after

Jervis Tech

~Jervis usually has nightmares that his Alice runs away

~You ran away because he harms you

~Jervis is one of the ones who will wake you up

~Just to make sure you are real

~And still loves him

~Before you get tired again, you’ll notice the fear in his eyes

~Whisper to him how much you love him

~And kiss his cheek 

~Before cuddling into his chest which calms him down

Victor Zsasz

~Victor wont show he has nightmares 

~You usually know when you wake up

~And he’s sitting in the shared bathroom just staring

~No emotions are shown

~But you know what is going on

~So you’ll have to go in

~And kneel where you look up at him

~He won't say anything

~He’ll just pull you into his lap

~And holds you tight 

~Just the silent of the night is going to be heard

~Victor will pick you up and bring you back to bed

~Usually it takes just that before the two of you fall asleep

~Victor will probably mention his nightmare later on in the week

~When he is ready

Jeremiah Valeska

~Even after the spray, Jeremiah still gets nightmares

~It happens to be about him almost killing you

~And he’ll wake up to you being sound asleep

~He’ll touch your arm

~And sigh 

~Usually you know something happened because he’ll be in the lab

~Bent over

~And probably throwing things in anger

~When you ask him what’s wrong

~You’ll see the anger turn to worry

~An emotion you do not see often

~And Jeremiah will walk over to you to hold you tight

~Demanding you wont leave him

~Even though you never thought that way

~It’s feeling you near him that causes him to want to go back to bed with you

Jerome Valeska

~Jerome did not have nightmares too often

~He was awake in the middle of the night usually

~But when he did fall asleep and had nightmares

~He was similar to Oswald by holding you tighter against him

~But you would still be asleep 

~Until you feel him kissing your face and neck while rubbing your hip

~When you slowly wake up, Jerome will kiss you lips and grin

~Usually you wouldn’t ask much

~Until you watch his grin falter

~That’s when you touch his face

~And kiss him softly till Jerome makes you fall back into his chest

~Once the two of you hit the bed, he’ll still be rubbing your arms or hips

~But you’ll hear him yawn

~He falls asleep pretty quick

[yourlocaldcbitxh]

How I think Gotham characters would reach to you being overstimulated

Brought to you by me being overstimulated

Warnings: Overstimulation due to whatever reason, maybe some self harm (scratching of arms or forgetting to eat), mentions of someone getting shot

~~

Immediate reaction is confusion

Why are you not speaking? Why are you rocking back and forth scratching down your arms?

Probably stands there for a moment before asking you to “stop whatever it is you’re doing” while waving his hands

Doesn’t realize that you can’t hear him until he just stands there saying your name (ex: Edward, Edward, Edward-)

Then he goes into panic mode

Buzzing around you wondering what wrong and how he can help

Settles with glass of water, absolute silence and him sitting there, making sure to get ice for your arms or whatever you need or want after

The type of guy to shoot anyone who walks in and then profusely apologize for the loud noise

Like a 7/10 when he gets his shit together

Pre Riddler

He understands and had anything you could need

Weighted blankets, headphones, snacks you name it he has it

Will let you sit in his apartment or lab for as long as you need

Will get a little distressed if you end up scratching yourself or anything like that

Will walk over and gently grab your hands, apologizing for touching you but saying he doesn’t want you hurt

Will sit with you or leave you alone

Another guy who gives you anything you need

10/10 would recommend

Post Riddler

Gentler than one might think

Technically he is still Ed and is in his body so he knows overstimulated when he sees it

Had the same things as Ed but is a lot less nice about giving them to you

Kind of just hands them to you and walks back to whatever he was doing

Another one who will leave you alone or sit with you if you need it (he will complain about being busy)

Will not care if you scratch yourself

May look at you strangely for a moment but will not comment

Will clean them after if they’re deep though

6/10 kind of disinterested but he’s there

Looks at you strangely for a moment before sitting next to you and asking what you need

If you can’t speak he will simply guess

Essentials are water, blanket, food, soft music or silence

Will not touch you unless asked or signaled to

He runs cold though so beware if he is shirtless or pants less

Will hold you in his arms if you’re scratching yourself in kind of like a bear hug

Refuses to let you hurt yourself

Big on that (hypocrite)

All in all like 8/10 he’s great but can be a little rough with the grabbing

Barbara the queen that she is will order everyone out immediately

Puts a blanket near you to grab if you want and gets some water

Doesn’t ask questions but kind of does the Hand movements asking “stay or go” and you can decide one or two

Definitely has flash cards made she is mother

Another one who would shoot anyone who dares make fun of you or makes a noise

She won’t touch you on purpose but will probably touch you out of instinct

Just move away if you need she won’t take (much) offense (just explain after)

All in all 9/10 we love her

Nice about it

But has no idea what the fuck he is doing at all

Kind of just, stands there and looks at you and walks away to get a glass of water before leaving

Will panic and grab you very roughly if you start scratching yourself

Doesn’t really process the fact that he is making it worse probably

After that he just kinda… leaves

Comes back with food after and says sorry but is still clueless

Explain to him cause he does wanna help but is dogshit at it

4/10 teach him

Another man who doesn’t know what’s happening

“Want a drink” (he means whiskey)

Gets food and water and that’s about it

Totally just freezes when you scratch yourself and kind of just…. Lets you I guess

Internally man is beating himself up

But on the outside he just sits with you to make sure you don’t die

And gives you things you ask for

He’s like that clueless dad who needs to learn but won’t or can’t

Totally a pacer and just walks in circles

3/10 help him (if he can be) he means well

This man does not know the word overstimulated

He is going at all times

Nothing is too loud or too much or too bright

He is the fucking sun for god sakes

Will simply keep talking when he sees you freaking out (jerk)

Covering your ears is a good way to shut him up because usually you listen to him

He won’t know what do to at first but turns down the lights and tries not talk too much (mildly fails)

Blanket and water are a must and he sets them besides you

Another grabber when you’re scratching

“That’s my job sweetheart”

Smells good and is warm so that’s a good plus

5/10 loud but he’s trying

Quiet and respectful

A man of science so he knows what is happening and how to deal with it

Gets you water, a dark room, silence and headphones, and leaves or sits with you while working

He is busy but he cares

A gentle grabber who lets you know he’s gonna touch you

“I’m going to hold your hands if you don’t stop hurting yourself doll”

Surprisingly kind and gentle but that’s because he knows what it’s like to be ignored and not cared for

10/10 for the insane man

[jokingmisfit]

Different Jokers Reacting to you Needing to Take Medicine

Jeremiah Valeska

-This man is a genius. He already knew before you told him. He already did research on any and all medicine you have to take. 

-Jeremiah may keep you on your toes for a lot of things but he’s pretty chill about this. You could even take medicine for your mental health when it comes to Jeremiah. If it makes you feel better he’s all for it.

- God forbid the doctor drops you or the pharmacy won’t run the prescription. Jeremiah will not hesitate to start bombing buildings just so you can get what you need.

- If you have to get off one medicine to switch to another he’s going to be right there to analyze your every move (like he doesn’t already) to make sure nothing goes wrong. The second you act off he’s getting you back in there for a better med. Also if you start showing any symptoms he’ll know because he read everything on that medicine.

- He makes sure you take your meds on time everyday. He kind of likes the domesticity of it, the pattern. Jeremiahs stopped mid planning or meeting just to tell/text/call you to take your meds.

-Overall the perfect Joker for having to take medicine. 10/10

Jerome Valeska

-Jerome is the complete opposite of his brother. The man is a loose cannon and is always doing something or other. He had absolutely no idea you were taking meds.

 -Let’s hope you bring it up because if you don’t and he finds them he’ll flip shit. He’ll scream and rant and break things. He may even threaten you. He’ll feel so upset and so betrayed. You’ll have to explain very carefully what they’re for.

-If you bring it up, introduce it slowly, mention what’s physically “wrong” that makes you need to take it, then explain what the medicine does. At first he’s going to be hesitant but at least you can hold his attention. He takes things like this very seriously (especially if it’s you).

-He’s not going to be 100% happy about it but he understands. This isn’t about you not liking your brain, it's about you being in pain. He hates when you’re in pain.

-You can’t take mental medication with him. Jerome refuses to “let you destroy your precious mind.”

- If your doctor drops you or there's a problem with the pharmacy he’ll just cause problems. By that I mean he’ll start blowing the brains out onto the floor. Only to steal the medicine.

-You might think that Jerome will continue to know nothing about your medicine but as soon as you stop talking about it he’ll hyperfocus on it for a few hours. He’ll, by the end of his research, know everything about this/these medicine(s).

-He’ll notice if you start having physical or other symptoms he’ll notice but it’ll take a day or so because he’s so all over the place. Once he notices though he’s threatening people to get you back in there to “fix” you.

-He often forgets you even take it until you take them or need to go to the doctor. He just doesn't see it as something he should butt too much into

- He hates seeing you in pain so he’ll let you take them and he’s pretty good with it so I’d say he’s a solid 6/10 for this situation.

Dark Knight/Ledger!Joker

-He’s smart but he’s busy. Joker had an inkling that you were on something, he just didn’t know what.

-He finds out when he comes just waltzing in while you’re taking it or maybe while you’re filling a pill case. He doesn’t freak out on you but he dances questions off his tongue. As long as you’re honest he’ll be fine with it.

-However if you’re taking medicine for your mental health he’s going to put up a bit of a fight. He’s not going to get loud or aggressive, no. Instead he’s going to praise your mind and your way of thinking. He’s going to try and manipulate you into stopping. If you're strong enough to tell him you’re going to take it then he’ll let it go. It’ll come up every once in a while because he doesn’t like it but he won't force you to stop.

-If something goes bad with your doctor or pharmacy, it's sad to say you’re on your own. Joker is busy constantly and doesn’t have the time for any of that. That being said, if it goes on too long you’ll notice the exact type of medicine you need is found in bulk in your living room with a little bow on the top.

-Now let's say you need to switch meds. Jokers going to be right on top of that shit. You’ll probably mention it in passing but the Joker's biggest fear is something happening to you, so he’s going to make sure no stupid pill or shot is screwing you up. The second you show any “odd” symptom he’s crashing into a hospital, stealing a doctor, doing whatever to make it better.

-Joker acts like a distant caregiver in a way. He doesn’t get involved with it often but the moment you make a comment about any struggles you’re having with it he’s going to find a solution

-I’d say he’s pretty good with the medicine unless it’s mental cause then he may be petty sometimes. Overall a good 8/10.

Arthur Fleck/Joker

-He’s the most understanding for physical medicine and the least for mental. Arthur is 100% down for you taking medicine so you’re not in physical pain. Mental medicine is another story. He thinks it’s stupid and useless, he doesn’t take any and he was supposed to, look at how good he’s doing.

-He’s not letting it happen, you can’t take mental medication.

-He probably knew you needed to take it from the beginning. There’s a big chance it’s one of the first topics the two of you even talked about.

-If your doctor or pharmacy drops you or causes issues he’s on top of it. He’s probably the most calm towards them. It’s when they don’t budge that his gun gets drawn. He refuses to let you suffer in pain.

-He knows you really well and he’s always asking how you are. If you get symptoms from a new medicine he notices immediately. It doesn’t matter what is going on, he is going to make sure you’re taken care of.

-He just loves you so much. He’ll always be there, he just can’t let you take meds that will “hurt” your mind.

-He’s great with physical medicine, not mental. He’s an absolute sweetheart. 8/10 just for the sugar.

[kolsmikaelson]

thinking about jerome when he’s dousing the bus full of cheerleaders in gasoline but he stops when he sees you, shivering in your seat with your eyes shut as tight as possible. just waiting for it to be your turn, only to open them slightly when you don’t feel anything. the scared look in your eyes is gone almost immediately when you see jerome, making an even bigger smirk rest on his face. you know it’s wrong but you can’t help your thighs from rubbing together, something jerome doesn’t miss. “you’re coming with me, pretty.”

before you know it, he’s got you pinned against the wall in some high-end penthouse, panties tugged to your ankles and little cheer skirt flipped over your ass. he licks a thick stripe up your core, his nose bumping against your clit as he’s all but making out with your pussy. 

“y’like that, pretty? being so good for me.” whines escaping you at the loss of his touch, “oh you poor thing, can’t handle it when i’m not touching you?”  

“mhm, feels so good.”

his fingers are still inside of you until that point, once those words pass through your lips he starts fucking them into you again. just before you’re able to cum he stops his movements suddenly and pulls out, shoving his fingers in your mouth before your whines reach his ears. 

“y’gonna be quiet while i fuck you, yeah, baby?” you nod feverishly, sucking his fingers farther into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. 

jerome slaps the head of his cock on your clit a couple of times before pushing into your warmth, jackhammering into you almost immediately. the drag of his cock against your walls causes your muffled moans and jeromes grunts to be the only sounds echoing in the room. 

he reaches around to your front, fingers finding you clit and rubs harsh circles on it. “when i’m done, ‘m gonna fuck you up against that window, let everyone see what a slut you are for me,” he smirks feeling you clench around him “yeah? y’like that idea, baby?” 

“mhm, please jerome, can i cum?”

“go ahead baby, cum all over my cock,” his thrusts become faster, but sloppier than before and you could tell he was on the verge of cumming. your orgasm sends jerome over the edge, seeing the white ring of cum at the base of his cock keeps him fucking you through your orgasm. 

jerome kisses you roughly, and then, “you’ve got ten minutes, then i’m keeping my promise.”

special tag for @valeskafics since he’s our man

[angelofthenight]

You: *Grabs Jonathan’s hand*

You: Man, This line is crazy!

Jonathan:

You:

You: You’re not my boyfriend.

Jonathan: Good job, that‘s what I was waiting for.

Victor Fries: You got the wrong hand, (y/n)!

You: So I have.

You: I feel compelled to complete this journey with you.

Jonathan: I’m not paying for you, (y/n).

You: Ugh, fine then, I’ll go back to the boyfriend.

Victor Fries: I won’t pay for you either, darling.

You: Aw, Victor!

Jerome, from the front of the line: Come hold my hand, Gorgeous, I’ll buy you whatever you want!

You: Ah, there’s someone who’ll treat me right!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

all i can think of are gotham villians that would 100% get incredibly possessive, pissy, and pouty when they have a dream of Y/N cheating on them.

Oswald? Yeah. He’s waking up in a cold sweat, drinking himself into a hangover with lots of insecure thoughts, before being very standoffish the next day with you, maybe even a little mean. More irritated then usual. You can either wait it out for him to calm down and realize he’s being silly or he’ll get hyper attentive to every move you make and accuse you of ACTUALLY cheating 😭 knock some sense into this man pls. superstitious and paranoid bird man thinks it’s a sign.

Jerome. Unlike Oswald, he will surprisingly gently wake up in the middle of the night. Theres no cold sweat or jolting awake, he just opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes….before settling on VIOLENTLY shaking you awake. You’ll be half asleep, and youll have to listen to him rant into the next day about how dream you is a total sleeze. You’ll be able to go back to sleep though, since his ranting is pretty much white noise. Despite this, he’s inwardly pouting. Will be passive aggressive the next day.

Jervis!!! He wakes up with a start and cannot erase the thought of someone else touching you. Makes him violently ill. Will polietly excuse himself from bed (Jervis, reader is asleep, they cant hear you) and will either throw up or just start tweaking. Won’t be able to fall back to sleep. The next day expect some eerily calm smiles and EXTRA affectionate doting, just incase you think you arent getting enough attention at home with him. which is where you belong.

they are all delusional. i love them sm

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 /8 A/N: This one is in Jerome's POV! Hope you like it <3

Jerome hated this whole thing. The lone key with a J keychain on it. The mismatched tiles on the stairs. The quick push and pull he had to give the door if he wanted to open it in the first try.

But, most of all, he hated that your apartment felt like home now. 

There was nothing special about it. Maybe it was the tobacco and honey candle in the living room whose scent somehow filled even the darkest corners of the apartment. The worn leather couch that now had a dent on his spot. The old TV he’d kicked over and over again when it decided to show nothing but fuzzy static. Or, maybe, it was the fact he’d claimed this place as his, and he’d skin alive anyone who dared to touch a single hair on that pretty little head of yours. He didn’t do love, no. Because that was a weakness. Something to be dangled above his head when he went a little too far. Cue the kidnapping and the phone pressed to his ear with nothing but sobs coming from the other end of the line along with his name and ‘please’ peppered in there, somewhere. And him, the hero, coming to rescue the damsel in distress. Nah. That wasn’t his style. But, somehow, this whole thing was. The domesticity of it all had a certain allure he couldn’t find at the hideout. There was no shouting. No graffiti on the walls. No laughter echoing through the place. There was… stillness. Peace. The sort he detested but strangely craved. Or at least he craved this version of it. Maybe it was something in the water. In the way the city looked out your window. In how your pillows sunk under the weight of his head as he laid down, not bothering to get the hair out of his face because he knew you’d do it once you straddled his hips. All he had to do was close his eyes and let you do your thing until it lulled him to sleep. Jerome still didn’t understand why you did it. Hell, you’d even added a repairing night cream to the million things you put on his face, as if it would magically make it smooth again. It was a meticulous process. One that required a certain order for it to ‘work’. Everything was labeled with a little number on the lid because you were sure that, if it wasn’t, he’d do it all wrong -if he even bothered doing it himself, that was. Which he wouldn’t. Your hands were softer. 

And, maybe, his skin felt better. Was a little less puffy. The scars under his eyes were a little less visible. His lips were smoother. But he didn’t care about those things. Jeremiah would, probably. But Jerome? Never.  He didn’t have the time to follow a whole beauty routine. A shower and a change of clothes had always been enough. Had to be enough because he needed to be glued to his brother’s side when things got ugly. And they always did. Jerome was the one who screamed back. The one who pushed and shoved. The one who took the closed-fist punches and scratches his whore of a mother gave him from the neck down to hide the evidence. He’d tire her out. Laugh at her until his lip got busted and his skin was red, black, and blue so that all ‘Miah would get was a backhanded slap followed by hollow praises of him being a good boy. Jerome was the black sheep. The problem child who stole food from the kitchen and rightfully got his hand dunk in boiling soup. The unruly son who kept getting detained until midnight by worn-out mall cops for stealing brainy books for ‘Miah- they always got the hardcovers in his hands, but never the slim paper covers he shoved down his pants. The twin that should’ve been eaten in the womb because he dared to yell at their mother for leaving a used fucking condom on his bed. Oh, the things he’d seen. The things he’d heard. It was a miracle he had a libido after all that shit.  Anyways. He liked being taken care of. He knew that much. And this felt like finally dropping a load inside someone after a dry spell. Pure. Bliss. But this one didn’t last a few seconds, and he didn’t have to zip his pants up in a hurry or tell them to fuck off right after. It was a soft wave coursing through his body with no end in sight. It was warm. It was tender. It filled him just so. Scratched an itch he didn’t know he had and made him crawl back there, back home, more than he should have. Yeah, yeah, it was a problem, and it was reckless, and blah blah blah. But he could handle it. He wasn’t a ten-year-old who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing anymore. He was Jerome fucking Valeska. And he was in love. …Or obsessed. The line between those things was very blurry.

He didn’t know what love felt like. Didn’t know if whatever he felt when he was a child was love or simply a sense of fondness for certain people. A lack of irritation. A need. A want. Someone who could fill the void.  And you were doing that just fine. But, oh, he knew that look on your face. The one you’d been showing him more and more as time went by. That was love. Pure and raw. Love directed at him, and him only. He could pull it, break it, and staple it back together just like he did to his face. But he wasn’t going to, no. You were a tricky one. A thorn in his side. And people weren’t supposed to take out whatever they’d impaled themselves with, now, were they? So he’d let you there. Digging in bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were stuck inside of him.  Why? Cause he needed you just as much as you needed him. Wanted you just as bad. Something was there. Calling him. Haunting him. He wanted you to feel him every walking second, just like he felt you in that little annoying thorn stuck between his ribs.  You were meant for each other. Bound together by an invisible force he couldn’t quite understand. And he’d never let you go. 

[batman-dc-imagines]

Incorrect quotes with the J Squad + (Name)

(Name): Yo is Jerome sleeping or dead?

Jon: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.

Jervis: Yeah, so did I.

Jerome: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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(Name): *Screams*

Jerome: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Jon: Should we do something?

Jervis: No, I want to see who wins

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(Name): Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Jerome: I don’t know how to do that.

Jon: I don’t wear a watch.

Jervis: Time is a construct.

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(Name): Can I be frank with you guys?

Jerome: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Jon: Can I still be Jon?

Jervis: Shh, let Frank speak.

(Name): I hate y’all.

Jervis: You don’t mean that, Frank.

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(Name), about Jerome: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Jon: Are we stealing them?

Jervis: New or used?

(Name): Wonderful responses, both of you.

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(Name): How did none of you hear what I just said?

Jervis: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Jerome: I got distracted about halfway through.

Jon: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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(Name): Dammit, Jerome!

Jerome: What?! It wasn’t me!

(Name): Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Jon!

Jon: Not me either.

(Name): Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Jervis: *whistles*

(Name): JERVIS-

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*(Name) is cooking*

Jerome: Any chance that’s for me?

(Name): It’s for Jervis. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Jon: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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Jervis: I think (Name) was right.

Jon: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Jerome: They wouldn't do that.

(Name): You're right, Jerome. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

(Name): *turns around, the shirt they're wearing saying 'I told you so' on the back*

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Jerome, banging on the door: Baghead! Open up!

Jon: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Jervis: No, he meant-

(Name): Let him finish.

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(Name): Have you seen Jerome around here?

Jon: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Jervis: It looks fine to me?

Jon: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Jon: Why are (Name) and Jerome sitting with their backs to each other?

Jervis: They had a fight.

Jon: Then why are they holding hands?

Jervis: They get sad when they fight.

[adalwolfgang]

Jervis: Happy birthday my dear! It’s me! I’m your gift!

(Name), whispering to Jon: did you get a receipt or do i have to keep him?

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(Name): And that's how I got here...

Zsasz: Ha! You sure are a funny one!

*Zsasz stares for a long moment*

(Name): What?

Zsasz: I like you. Like a lot. I'm going to keep you.

*His hand tightly held (Name)’s*

(Name): Uh..okay-.

Negan: Good! There was no choice anyway.

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Edward: I always apologize when I'm wrong.

(Name): I don't think I've ever seen you apologize before.

Edward: I'm never wrong.

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Oswald: you're trying to use my ego against me?

(Name): I thought it'd work.

Oswald: no, it worked. I'll do it.

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Jerome: Something's off.

(Name): maybe you've finally developed human emotions and are actually feeling bad for hurting people?

Jerome: no, but that's funny!

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Jon: Have you heard the joke about the gas light?

(Name): no..?

Jon: Yeah you have.

(Name): no I haven’t.

Jon: You've literally heard it already.

(Name): I HAVEN’T?!

Jon: You're crazy.

[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