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[blue-haired-chick]

Jeremiah Valeska X Reader Imagine (Smut)

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You were smart. so was Jeremiah. you could see he was smart and Jeremiah could see that you were smart. he didn't want to fuck with you. he knew it was a bad idea. and you didn't want to fuck with him.

your little unspoken deal lasted a few weeks. Eventually Jeremiah started recruiting your men. That was the first of his many mistakes. then he blew up the clock tower, another huge mistake. this was your city, too.

Maybe you should pay ol' valeska a visit.

you wore your best suit. tight black leather pants, a neat shirt, your signature trench coat and a f/c tie.

you also dropped by a store on the way, to try and find a hat as utterly ridiculous as his.

you snuck unassumingly into the building that contained his temporary lair. luckily Oswald had heard where he had settled for a few days.

You found a chair in a dimly lit corner and waited.

After an hour or two, you heard a door and footsteps.

you saw his shadow in the room.

a calm coo echoed into the room

"I know you're hear, miss L/N. I had a feeling you might show up."

you stood and walked to the doorway and there he stood, suit and all, hands gripping a cane

"then you must know why I'm here." you reply.

"ah yes, I do apologize if my actions do impede on your efforts. however, and this may seem harsh, y/n, but....

maybe you should have made this city yours when you had the chance."

you stood and stared at him. you start to chuckle.

"my dear valeska, you can tear this city down in a day, but you can't build it in one. I was once ambitious like you."

you step in closer to him.

"you steal one more of my men, and it won't be a matter of will I kill you. it will be how."

you reveal a knife and stick it to his neck. he remains calm, doesn't move an inch. he seems to get the message, but he's not threatened.

"Your so much smarter than your brother, Jeremiah. I had such high hopes for you. but now I'm starting to think your too...reserved? systematic? you have no originality, my friend. sometimes that's the one thing that will save you."

you remove the knife from his neck and lean right into his face.

"if you pull this off, I will be...very impressed."

you back away and turn to the door.

it shuts. 

"not so fast, miss L/N"

you stopped and turned on your heels.

"yes?"

"why not stay and chat for a moment? do we really have to be so bitter to each other?"

you look at him for a moment, then walk to him.

.

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.

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You sit across from each other, sipping tea politely.

"why do you think I killed your men?"

Jeremiah asks.

" I don't know frankly. All I really care about is if your going to do it again."

you stare at your tea for a moment.

"or maybe you wanted to get my attention." you question playfully, with a suggestive smile.

Jeremiah continues to sip his tea with a solemn face.

"for someone as smart as you I'm surprised you didn't realize that sooner."

you sit and think quitely. there are several reasons he could want your attention. To make an ally of you? to kill you? you looked at him intently.

"why do you want my attention."

you ask

"to bring you here."

"why here?"

he sips his tea.

"so I can drug you of course."

you freeze. fuck.

you start to feel it. the lightness. the fuzzness. it's uncomfortable. everything starts to get blurry and faded.

"you know, I'm surprised at how easy it was to capture you, darling. but don't worry, you were still a challenge."

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You wake up tied to a bed, in nothing but your bra and underwear.

the room is furnished well. There's a lot of antique art work and wood.

You try to free yourself.

"ah, good. your awake. " Jeremiah says through the door. You continue to struggle as his footsteps get louder.

the door creaks open.

Jeremiah struts in slowly, holding a riding crop. hes wearing just kakis and a dress shirt and back gloves. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

in your head, you couldn't help but get excited. He looked so hot and demanding, and you loved it. you didn't want his to know it though, not yet at least.

"hello, dearest. I hope you enjoyed your nap." he says, leaning over you.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"what does it look like I'm doing, y/n? I'm going to show you why I killed your men."

you spit in his face. he wipes himself delicately.

"If I were you, I wouldn't want to make things any worse for you-"

he grabs you agressivly, turning you over onto your back, twisting your arms and wrists. you cry out.

Then, he whips you. right across your ass. It hurts, but you like it. you let out a scream. He does it again, another scream.

He hits you a third time, this time you whine.

"what was that, sweet?" he climbs ontop of you and whispers. you don't answer.

"answer me." he says, grabs you by the hair gently and pulls back your head.

you whine again.

"yes, that doesn't sound like someone in... pain, does it? if I knew better, I would think you liked me punishing you."

He drops your head, and then throws the whip. You watch his gloves fall onto the nightstand.

Then, you feel the harsh sting of his hand going down on your ass.

"you're an awfully obedient whore for a killer, miss L/N."

You couldn't help it. You loved him hitting you, beating you silly. You wanted to laugh it felt so good.

But you kept it in as best you could.

"You're so quiet now. So disappointing."

Jeremiah gives your ass one last good, hard smack, and flips you back over.

"perhaps, I should be a gentleman, and do something for you, darling. I do feel bad for being so... harsh on our first date,"

he leans down to your face, and makes intense eye contact with you as he slowly and gently removes your panties.

He leans away, removing them fully from your body, and tucks them neatly into his shirt pocket.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bad host, miss y/n, I do hope this makes up for it." he leans into your sweet warmth and gently writhes his tounge between your sopping wet folds.

you give up, and let out a deep moan.

you can feel Jeremiah smile a little.

"do you like that, little one?" he pulls away from you, and you whine.

"mm yes, you do." he says lustfully, and continues feasting on your heat.

his tounge glides a long the lips of your pussy, covering it in spit. your legs tremble every now and then from the pleasure.

"oh god, Jeremiah, I think I'm-"

"ah ah ah, not so fast, my dear. That only happens when I am ready." he says in his soft, calm voice.

you watch him lean up, his crotch bulging out at you, begging for you.

you lick your lips and bite your lip a little.

"hungy, darling?" he says amused.

"please," you beg.

"address me properly, then I will reward you."

"please, master." you say

"very good." he pushes your body back so you can sit up more, and then undoes his pants.

He shoves himself into your mouth and you moan in pleasure.

he pushes himself deeply into you, letting out a high moan.

"your so insides are so tender, my sweet, for someone so wicked."

he thrusts into you again, harder.

You let a moan of pleasure escape your lips.

"I knew I could get something out of you. Now, I wonder how much it takes to make you scream."

his voice becomes more hushed, deep and ravenous.

He pounds into you, in a steady pumping motion. You hear him seething as he pushes himself in all the way. You can't help but moan.

He lifts up your waist slightly, but pushes your back down. The pressure on your stomach drives you closer to your climax.

"Jeremiah, I'm- "

"yes, Y/N. finish for me."

your moan turns into a scream. Jeremiah lets out a soft moan of relief,

and pumps again a few times while his cock softens.

"Your so lovely." he whispers in your ear.

you respond with nothing but a moan.

"your mine. anyone who touches you will regret it."

you whimper at his protective words.

"Now sleep, my princess."