#jeremiah valeska x male reader

[outsders]

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pansexual + aromantic/fictoromantic ◞ asd

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will write :

gender neutral & fem reader

wlw/gl & m/f4a

chubby / plus size reader

autistic reader

fluff , crack & angst

scenarios , drabbles , oneshots

etc. might add more

won't write :

male reader & mlm/bl

smut / nsfw

cheating / infidelity themes

oc's or character x character

anything else im uncomfy with I will lyk

requests are always open ,, unless stated so here otherwise. I will get to them asap ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

𝖿ᥲᥒძ᥆ms і ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ 𝖿᥆r

Five Night's At Freddy's :

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Montgomery Gator

Sundrop / Moondrop

William Afton (movie William)

Michael Afton (Mike Schmidt)

Vanessa / Vanny (Vanessa Shelly)

Carlton Burke

Charlotte Emily

Jessica

Glamrock Bonnie

Gregory (platonic ONLY)

Cassie (platonic ONLY)

Stray :

Momo

Doc

Clementine

Zbaltazar

Jacob

Seamus

Obey me! One master to rule them all :

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Luke (platonic ONLY)

Thirteen

Solomon

DC Universe :

Edward Nashton

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Barbara Kean

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

My Hero Academia :

Katsuki Bakugou

Izuku Midoriya

Tamaki Amajiki

Kirishima Eijirou

Denki Kaminari

Ochaco Uraraka

Toga Himiko

Mina Ashido

Sally Face :

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

+ possibly other characters / fandoms soon !

[kittensinribbons]

♡ intro to my writing blog! ♡

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╰┈➤ please be friendly to each other and to me! ╰┈➤ don't like, don't read! ╰┈➤ feel free to spam likes, requests, reblogs, etc! it's also ok to do anything of your own involving my work (fanart, playlists, etc), just credit me + let me know!! i don't condone any form of ai to be used in regards to my work, like making bots based off of scenarios in my works. ╰┈➤ no nsfw! ╰┈➤ i will predominantly be writing x readers for male characters, again, don't like, don't read ╰┈➤ you can request works for characters not on my list, but if i don't know them i may not write for them ╰┈➤ banner patterns will always be from @cafekitsune !!

what I won’t write: (more to be added(

╰┈➤ anything nsfw (including fetish content) ╰┈➤ gore ╰┈➤ certain underage/overage age gaps (ex: won't write between a 16 and 20yo, but a 17 and 18yo is fine), icky age gaps in general

click read more for my character list!

character list:

♡ marvel/superheroes/superhero villains the winter soldier bucky barnes (not the same!!) steve rogers steven grant (moon knight) jake lockley (moon knight) miguel o'hara jerome valeska (gotham) jeremiah valeska (gotham)

♡ slashers michael myers (halloween) brahms heelshire (the boy)

♡ call of duty (didn't play the games) simon "ghost" riley john price könig

♡ marble hornets/creepypasta alex kralie (!!) tim wright jay merrick brian thomas masky (marble hornets) hoodie (marble hornets) jeff the killer

♡ musical theater j.d. (heathers- didn't watch the movie but watched the musical) erik destler (phantom of the opera- watched the musical and read most of the book)

♡ miscellaneous felix catton (saltburn) farleigh start (saltburn)

more to be added!!

[sugar-cube-person]

Gotham guys noticing that their male coworker has a crush on them?

Hi thank you so much for the ask! I will try my best as this is my first male reader ask and if I get anything wrong or if there’s anything you don’t like just lmk! Again thank you so much for the ask and sorry it took so long :)

Gotham guys x male reader

Description: H.C.’s of the Gotham guys realizing that their coworker has a crush on him.

Warnings: None 

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR THIS TO BE POSTED ANYWHERE EXCEPT ON MY TUMBLR AND WATTPAD, my wattpad is @itz_sugarrocky. Reblogs are accepted, reposting my work as your own isn’t. Thank you :)

BUTCH GILZEAN

he would notice right away

he would definitely discreetly tease you about it too there’s no doubt about that, just a fact

I don’t think he would know how he feels right away but he knows he feels something for you 

I mean he is pretty tall but if you're taller than him he would love it

when he confronts you about it he does it like

“Yea you know we should go do something after this job since you like me so much”

and you’ll have to do a double take

cuz like, he’s so nonchalant about it

In the end he’ll definitely ask you out first, what can I say, he’s confrontational

he figured it out when you were on a job for Fish and he had to use the john, and he heard you talking to yourself at how “stupid, stupid, stupid, he’ll totally like a guy like me who maKES UP WORDS” 

he finds it adorable tho lol

OSWALD COBBLEPOT

ok so I wholeheartedly believe he would like you first

just your personality and stature and everything about you

then when he notices you like him back? 

HOO man your in for it lol, he’ll go the whole nine yards

he’ll invite you to something and be super nervous and you’d be super nervous

Its a nerve-fest

and like it would be a gradual thing

to where you both just keep kind of flirting but also being super awkward?

but he would end up asking you to be his fellow king of Gotham with him or help him overthrow Falcone and Maroni

It just depends on where you meet him lol

he’ll notice it because you’ll agree with him on everything and your always staring and making goo goo eyes at him 

ED NYGMA

OOF as we all know, he’s gonna notice right away

and I mean RIGHT AWAY

he’ll definitely be kind of confused about it 

but if you don’t idk kill his girlfriend or something he would definitely get with you 

this man would give you a complex riddle when he tells you he knows you like him

just in general he likes you back ofc

but he obviously not all that open with it considering *ahem Oswald ahem* his personality 

he’d probably wait a while to tell you he knows you like him tho

he’ll notice the crush by means of body language

weird ik but I feel like that’s how he would figure it out

JIM GORDON

oh Jimmy boy would be so clueless until Ed or Foxy says it as if it’s something obvious

like you’d be interrogating somebody and they would just be like

“you are lucky to have him helping you out, when are you going to do something about that crush he has on you?” 

or something like that (sorry I’m crap at doing dialogue) 

once he does find out tho he would just be honest and ask you right away if its true

now after that he would definitely find some reason to risk his life or something bc its Jim Gordon we’re talking about

then you’d just slap him and tell him he’s a dumbass lol

you guys go for coffee as your first date :)

JEROME VALESKA

He’d know exactly when you realize it for yourself

sorry but there’s no sugarcoating this 

he would show his, uh, affection, by doing what he did with the bodies for maniax

but spelling out “I LIKE YOU TOO” instead

now the sentiment is there

but ofc he’s never had a real role model for any relationship in general

so he’d wing it for everything

JEREMIAH VELESKA

I’m sorry but he would know about your crush on him before YOU even know about it

like wayyyyy before you know about it

now depending on which jeremiah you get you’ll answer will vary

if it’s pre-spray jeremiah, congrats, he will be very gentle with telling you he knows

but post-spray jeremiah will be harsh i’m sorry

he’d be all like

“yes yes I know you have that silly little crush on me but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you aren’t doing your job” *cue eyeroll*

but if you worship him enough he’ll date you

he noticed you liked him since you kept hanging around him and asking about his plans and offering help more than was deemed “normal”

VICTOR ZSASZ

ok so heres the deal

he pays zero attention

so he’d have no idea until you tell him

you’ll be on a hit and then tell him that for such a successful hitman he sure isn’t successful at notice when you like him and then you like, start shooting or something

real badass

and ofc he asks you out for milkshakes after ;)

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Lipstick"

Jeremiah Valeska x Male Reader

Word count: 1565

Warnings: Miah, plotless smut cuz yes, Miah being a big tease, lipstick kink thingy(?)XD, I know his make up is not make up but his face but he was wearing actual lipstick in this particular situation •-•, wall sex, Miah being a sweetie afterwards

Song recommendation: BONES ft. Juicy J - ‘’Timberlake’’ (Tommy Braun Remix)    ((cuz I was listening to it while writing this, I feel like the beat is very fitting 👀))

Jeremiah pushed you against the wall, hand wrapped around your neck and his body pushed close against yours. His pale green gaze filled with lust trailing all over your face, taking it in, before settling onto your lips. He didn't waste time, he smacked his lips against yours getting his lipstick all over your lips as his grip gently tightened on your neck, just strong enough to tease and lead you where he wanted you to go.

You gladly returned the kiss, one hand gently holding his that's wrapped around your neck and the other one on his shoulder, pulling him closer to yourself. He smiled gently at your eagerness, leaving your lips to start trailing kisses all over your jaw and then to your neck and collarbone, leaving a deep red trail of his lipstick across your skin, his hand finally releasing your neck as both of them went to grab your thighs and yank them upwards, lifting you against him off the ground and against the wall, as he pressed further into you. Your hard-ons now practically rubbing together.

You moaned at the sudden movement and extra friction you were getting, and started thrusting your hips, as much as you could, against his own, trying to increase that friction even more.

He seemed to like the idea as he started thrusting his hips against yours as well, helping you, as well as himself, out as he now bit and sucked at your neck, leaving marks all over. You moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as he found the spot and his thrusts picked up.

His hands, now free, started to undo your shirt as you were being held up by the sheer strength of his hips. His lips never leaving your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers intertwining with his hair as you raked them through it in pleasure.

He grunted lowly in your neck, leaving one last passionate kiss before removing your shirt completely, tossing it on the ground, and then moved to your pants, setting you down just long enough to take them off along with your boxers, tossing them on top of your shirt.

"Miah-," you moaned out, burning with the need for him.

He grinned a little, flashing his teeth through his lipstick-smeared lips, "Now now, don't be too impatient, my love. We'll get onto it in a second," he gave you a kiss, hands resting on your hips as he did, before he moved onto his own clothes. Your hands eagerly helping him out, the need and want for him being almost too much to handle at this point.

He smirked at your eager eyes trailing all over his body as he stripped down. Lips spreading into a smirk, basking in the attention.

Once he was out of his clothes enough so he could access you properly, he grabbed you by the back of your thighs, lifting you up against the wall once again. His hand moved to your cock, his thumb gently playing with your tip, as he kissed you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth and taking it over. You moaned into the kiss, hips rocking into his palm.

He smirked slightly, shuffling under you and lifting you up just a little bit so he can position himself at your entrance, lips still on yours as he slowly eased himself into you, one hand on your ass and the other one working your cock.

"Fuckk-" you moaned into the kiss as you felt him fill you up. He hummed in response, slowly starting to thrust up into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist tighter, bringing him in closer to yourself, allowing him to go in even deeper. And you kissed him passionately, moans rolling off your tongue into the kiss. Jeremiah loved the effect he had on you, and the one you had on himself. Your pleasure-filled moans working him up even more and he started to thrust into you even harder, his hand working your cock even faster.

To be quite honest that was enough to get you to cum right then and there, but you forced yourself to last longer, not wanting the feeling to end.

He saw your struggle and smirked at you, making eye contact, "Something on your mind darling?"

You looked up at him, red cheeks getting even redder at the sight, "Fuck Miah don't look at me like that-"

"Why baby?" he smirked even more, relishing in your raw lust for him.

You huffed, looking away for a second before averting your gaze back to him, your face feeling like it's on fire. The turned on embarrassment written all over your face amused him so much and you could tell, he enjoyed teasing you like this very much. And he enjoyed how turned on he can get you.

"But I can't help myself, cuz you're so beautiful squirming under me like that.. looking like that just for me.. trying to hold on-" he kissed at your jaw and your neck slowly between speaking, voice sexy and dripping with tease.

His comments only made it hotter and harder for you to hold on. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the effect he has on you. And he knew exactly how to get you even hotter than you were, if that was even possible.

You whined out, his now slowed down pace feeling like sweet torture, "Miaaah- … !"

"Hm baby?", he licked along your neck, smirking as he looked up at your pained horny expression.

You moaned out, the moan turning into a needy whine by the end of it.

"What was that?, he smirked up at you. You pouted your lips, rocking your hips in an attempt to try and get him to speed up and rail the living fuck out of you.

He smirked again, steadying your hips by placing his hands on them and holding them still, "Moan for me a little bit baby~"

"Miah.. miahh.. a-aaAHh!- fuck! Miah!.." you let the moans of his name roll off your tongue and into his ear as he observed your expression through kisses and licks he placed all over your neck and jaw.

"Jeremiah please fuck the light out of me-" you whined out, not being able to take the torture much longer.

He smirked at that, placing both hands firm on your thighs and started thrusting into you, so hard that you could see the stars straight away.

"OH FUCK!!" you moaned out, rolling your head back as much as you could before returning it to his neck, nails digging into his back in pleasure. He moaned out liking the feeling very much.

"Look at me baby-" he let go of your thigh for a short second to guide your face by your jaw to look at him straight into his eyes. His pale, usually dead looking eyes, now coming to life with such fire it was devouring you. He fucked into you so hard, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and not allowing you to look away.

"Fuckk-" you moaned out, biting your lower lip as he rammed into you like there's no tomorrow.

"Getting close baby?" he angled himself even better, hitting your prostate hard as he felt you getting tighter and tighter around himself.

"Mhm-" your eyes widened at the sudden surge of pleasure from his movements, moans erupted from your mouth unable to hold it any longer and seconds later you were coming all over both of you, riding one of the hardest orgasms you've ever experienced.

"O-Ohh baby~" he purred in your ear, feeling you close in around him and with a few more strong thrusts he was cumming deep inside of you as well, gripping your thighs and pushing you against the wall even harder, riding it out.

You were panting like crazy, trying to catch your breath and he was as well, leaning against you, his face in your neck. You ran your fingers through his now disheveled hair.

He pulled away a little, grinning at you and then kissing you deeply, "That was amazing baby-". "Good job-" he smirked.

You blushed at his words but smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck into a hug, tiredness washing over you as the orgasm-induced high faded.

"Tired?" he left soft kisses across the side of your neck, holding you close.

"Uh-huh-," you muttered out, face stuffed into his shoulder.

"Lets get cleaned up and head to bed hmm?" he picked you up with ease, making his way towards the bathroom to run you both a hot bath.

You nodded, holding onto him and leaving soft kisses across his cheek as he carried you, making him smile at you warmly.

He filled the bath with bubbles and your favourite scented oils, dimmed the lights and lit some candles and slipped you in gently, joining you right after.

Having your back leaned against his chest and having his arms wrapped around your waist, he cleaned you both up, leaving soft kisses across your neck and shoulders having you almost drift off in his arms.

Afterwards he helped dry up and get dressed, doing the same for himself and carried you to your shared bed.

The two of you falling asleep snuggled up in each other's arms shortly after.

[smashbros2023]

I SHOULD WRITE A JEREMIAH X MALE READER!!! after i finish grell x ftm reader

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

I have a question for you guys

We’ve seen lots of fics where Jerome and Jeremiah fought over like the reader but if I wrote ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE wouod you still read it??????

I need to know and I need to know immediately. It would be mostly reader/Jerome and MIGHT end with Jeremiah/reader if it goes the way I’m planning and I don’t change it

THOUGHTS??

[masc-reader-insertss]

Updated list!

Hey guys, requests will be up soon, just a PSA to let you know, I’ve updated my list! I now write for Gotham!

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Hey! I love your fics and I had a request. Could you perhaps do a Jeremiah Valeska (gotham) x male reader? I don't really have much in mind for the plot, but if you end up doing it please let it be anything but angst 😭. Thankssss and have a good day!

Unexpected Guest

Paring: jeremiah Valeska x M reader

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

Word count : 319

Y/N continued about his normal nightly routine when suddenly someone's hands covered his eyes blocking his sight and pulled his head back. Y/N tried to pull their hands away, but it was no use, it wouldn’t work. So, he covered their hands with his. Their fingers were long and thin, and their hands were cold.  

“Who is it?” He asked

inresponses He felt a feather, light kiss on his forehead, followed by a Quiet, whisper in his ear  

“Guess. Who?”  

A smile Spread across Y/N's face as he recognized the voice. The hands began to fall from his face allowing him to turn around, finally catching sight of the intruder.  

“Jeremiah” he whispers in disbelief. He can’t believe it, He raises his hand and brings it to Jermiah's face cupping it, his breathe hitches as it come into contact with the Icey cool skin. He is here in Y/N's cramped apartment kitchen, standing with a confidence only he could possess.

“What are you doing here?”  

Jeremiah smiles as he brushes an imaginary stray hair from Y/N's face “I believe I owe you a date”  

“That was months ago before everything happened”  

“As if I'd let that stop me” Jeremiah replies placing his hands on Y/N's hip and pulls him closer so that they are nose to nose, Y/N is unable to hide the shiver that runs through him. 

“I always pay back my debt”  

Y/N leans forward, finally pressing his lips against Jeremiah's cold ones. Y/N had thought about kissing Jeremiah again many times over the past month or so and now he finally gets to do it he never wants to stop.  

The kiss stays soft just the barest of pressure, it only lasts a couple seconds before Jeremiah pulls aways. He doesn’t move to far as he places a kiss to Y/N's forehead.  

“Now about that date, ready to go?”  

“ sure, i’ll grab my jacket”  

[grapejuiccewrites]

Rules for requests and writing

Hello and welcome to my writing blog. If a bullet point has a * by it that means it’s something I’d prefer to write. Don’t be afraid to to make a request even if your completely new and aren’t even following me.

What I will write:

X Reader’s *

Headcanons *

Imagines(May take longer)

Fluff

Agnst

Nsfw

Male reader*

Female reader

Gender neutral reader*

Trans readers *

And just queer readers in general *

What I will not write

Daddy kink/DDLG( I just don’t have one so it’s really hard for me to write)

Rape( dub-con is ok but nothing that’s like explicit non-con)

Nothing too out of character(some people are asswholes and I will write them as such)

Characters I will write for. Again if they have a * by them it means I’d prefer to write for them more then the others. Also if a charater is gay I will only write them as such.

Gotham

Jerome Valeska *

Jeremiah Valeska

Edward Nygma*

Lee Tompkins*

Barbara Keen

Tabitha Galavan

Butch Gilzean

Jervis tetch

Oswald Cobblepot( male readers only )

Victor zsasz*

Poison ivy ( both of the older versions, if requested please specify which one)

 Lucius Fox*

It (movie franchise)

Patrick hockstetter *

Henry bowers

Reggie\belch Huggins

Vic criss

Poly bowers gang( in which they will all be in with a each other not just sharing the reader)

Riverdale

Sweet pea *

Fangs Fogerty*

Kevin Keller( male readers only)*

 Joaquin D’santos (male readers only)*

Cheryl Blossom (female readers only)*

Toni Topaz

 Malachai*

X-men

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter maximoff*

Ororo Munroe

Mystique *

Hank McCoy *

Kurt Wagner

Jean Grey

I’ll add more as I watch more shows or sometimes my preferences will chance.

[gothamtrashblog]

Hey! Can anyone do some Gotham charaters x Male reader? I would be so thankful!

Preferably Jonathan, Jerome, Jeremiah or victor z

[chaoticmischievousmagic]

I kind of need a Jeremiah x Male!Reader set during season 5 with the reader worshipping and devoting himself to Jeremiah. All the Jeremiahism all of it. Smut is optional. If anyone wants to make a desperate person's dreams come true please do it.

[jeromesgirl]

•~THINGS I WRITE/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR~•

Hello, I’m Jeromesgirl and I write for all different universes including Gotham,Tvd,Criminal Minds, etc. Im new here and I would appreciate if you send in a request or read my stories. I hope you enjoy my page…see you soon <3

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Characters I write for~ (pls lmk if there is someone you like that I didn’t include)

Gotham-

Jerome Valeska

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Selina Kyle (Cat-woman)

Edward Nygma (Ridder)

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter)

Jeremiah Valeska

The Vampire Diaries Universe-

Elena Gilbert

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Caroline Forbes

Klaus Mikaelson

Bonnie Bennett

Jeremy Gilbert

Enzo

Kai Parker

Elijah Mikaelson

Marcel Gerard

Rebekah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Katherine Pierce

Harry Potter Series-

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Pansy Parkinson

Narcissa Malfoy

Sirius Black

Lucius Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamander

Cedric diggory

Criminal Minds-

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Jennifer Jareau

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Kate Callahan

Twilight Saga Universe-

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Kate Denali

Tanya

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Woo now on to what i write and what I don’t write

What I would/do write~

Smut, Angst, Fluff, etc

Kinks;  age gaps, poly/threesome, yandere, toy play, cheating (sometimes), blood play, knife play, bdsm, violence, praise and degradation, power imbalance, choking, mommy/daddy kink, Begging, cockwarming, cum play, Dolly kink, Edging / denial, Humiliation, Mirror sex, messy sex, oral sex, Overstimulation, Petnames,Dominance and Submissiveness, Sadism / Masochism, Teasing, Thigh Riding / Thigh fucking, Tit Fucking, Bondage/ Ropes/ Handcuffs, CNC (request lightly), Gun play, Ice play, Slapping / Impact play, spitting.

What i do not write~

necrophilia, incest, pregnancy, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, male!character x male! Reader smut (I don’t know much about it to write about it), r*pe.

Have fun requesting/reading!<3

[your-nanas-house]

A stone

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader, Oswald Cobblepot X Reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 336

Summary: Jerome sees Oswald give her a stone at Y/n.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Sorry if it took me so long to write it, I had to rewrite it because everything has been deleted. 🤧 @quillsposts

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Jerome Valeska's dominance at Arkham Asylum had continued since he had been locked up for the second time, right after his death and resurrection, he had everyone at his mercy, everyone worshiped him and followed everything he said, not just the patients but the guards as well.

Actually not all the patients admired him, one of them, apart from Oswald Cobblepot aka Penguin was a patient that Jerome had taken an interest in, her name was Y/n Y/l/n, and she was the only girl who had befriended Oswald and spent most of her time with him in that hellhole.

The ginger didn't understand why and it annoyed him a lot to watch them from afar without ever getting a glance from the girl, he had arrived first, why had Penguin managed to catch her attention more?

He had started to follow them and check them, taking note of what they were doing and how Oswald was reacting. It seemed that the man was starting to have feelings for the girl but they weren't supposed to be reciprocated… because there was Jerome before him, right?

So why was Y/n smiling surprised and happy as she took the gift from Oswald's hands who was smiling with a slight blush on his cheeks?

Jerome couldn't see very well what the gift was but as he came slightly closer sitting down with other patients, he frowned confused "a stone?! Seriously?! What kind of present is that? I'd have given her a jewel, a diamond, something that is to her standards... not a stone" he huffed, annoyed, glancing at a patient who was eating with his mouth open "did you know that when a male penguin gives a female penguin a stone as a present, that means that the male wants to be together forever with his partner?"

Now Jerome was mad, Penguin couldn't just enter the asylum and take the one thing Jerome really wanted and that was HIS...even if she didn't know it yet.

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@gabile18

@mrsfullbuster500

@trainer--taylor

@elizamalfoyy

@eovjjj

@animefan3223

@jeremiah-va1eska

[get-your-fics]

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends — series

Bruce Wayne is addicted to a lot of things to distract from his dark urges, but his addiction to you might only increase them.

⚠︎ non-con, stalking, kidnapping, violence

Whatever He Wants — wc: 4.1k

You’re an intern at Wayne Enterprises, and you mistakenly catch Bruce Wayne’s eye.

⚠︎ non-con, sexual harassment

What’s Yours is Mine — wc: 475

Follow up to “Whatever He Wants.”

⚠︎ non-con, blackmail

First Impressions — wc: 3k

You only get one chance to make a first impression.

⚠︎ non-con oral (male receiving)

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚

Mr. Valeska — wc: 4.2k

You’re an architecture major studying from Jeremiah Valeska. He takes an interest in you, but it stems far beyond the typical teacher-student relationship.

⚠︎ non-con, sexual harassment

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚

Oh No! — wc: 6.7k

You unexpectedly catch the eye of a psychopath when you stand up for yourself.

⚠︎ non-con fingering, blood, reader is 18 but in high school, kidnapping

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫

Double Feature — wc: 8k

Bruce Wayne x reader, Jeremiah Valeska x reader

When you showed up at Wayne Manor, you thought you were merely there to sell the house, but two mysterious men have bigger plans in store for you.

⚠︎ non-con, choking, mention of suicide

Duality — series

Bruce Wayne x reader, Jeremiah Valeska x reader, Jerome Valeska x reader

Your life as Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend was pretty simple, actually. Well, as simple as things can get in Gotham. But it gets a lot more complicated when you meet Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome’s twin brother.

⚠︎ non-con, violence, kidnapping, stalking, mention of abuse

Special — wc: 3.4k

Jerome Valeska x reader, Jeremiah Valeska x reader

You’re an aerial silk performer who is approached by the Valeska twins after a show to spend a night with them. Little do you know they have very peculiar preferences in the bedroom…

⚠︎ smut, voyeurism, masturbation, sexual instruction

Sibling Rivalry — wc: 2k

Jerome Valeska x reader, Jeremiah Valeska x reader

You get kidnapped by two strange-looking twins who are in the throes of a passionate competition.

⚠︎ non-con threesome, anal, kidnapping

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 10)

A/n: What, thought I was done with this series. HA NO!! I still have a playlist for this shit and it fuels me. Just, slowly.

Word Count: 5000+

PLAYLIST

Masterlist

"Parents will never admit to this, but they always have a favorite." Jerome looked at Jeremiah as he lounged on his chair. "Right, brother?" Harley felt eyes on him so he looked over, only to look directly in Bruce's eyes. There was something there that spoke to Harley what both boys knew- this wasn't about Bruce. The younger boy seemed to be trying to reason or apologize without words, but Harley just looked away. It was far too late for that bullshit. "The one who cleans their room. Does their homework." Every word was a twist of a knife Harley didn't realize was buried in his chest. He was maybe the one who understood Jerome the most. Maybe that's why they'd gotten this far with each other. "Who doesn't try to kill everybody." Harley smiled. "Little Mr. Perfect here? Yeah. He was that guy. He was adopted by rich folks. Went to the top schools, then a top college." Harley suddenly felt angry. Angry at Jerome's family. At everyone in Jerome's past, in fact. Especially at Jeremiah Valeska. And you know what... at Bruce Wayne too. "Meanwhile, I got dragged through the circus by my depressed, alcoholic mother. Forced to clean up elephant dung every day."

"Who cares?" Someone in the crowd shouted. People began to speak up in agreement.

Harley stepped forward. "Don't interrupt the man!" He hefted his bat and the crowd suddenly went silent.

Jerome looked pleased, but his smile died quickly as he returned to his little rant. Harley moved behind him, running his free hand through Jerome's hair every once in a while. "Do you know how big those things are?" He was completely calm, but in a sort of empty way as his eyes searched out people in the crowd. Harley recognized the plea. For understanding. For pity. For anything. Someone to get him and not judge him and tell him that he was right to be doing what he was doing. Everyone's disapproval didn't stop him, but he yearned for someone to love him and it was so very clear to Harley now more than ever that it upset him. Why were people always so cruel? "But I know something mommy and daddy," Jerome continued. "They never knew. You’re as crazy as I am." Jerome dropped the mic, standing. "It's in your DNA." He turned to Jeremiah, Harley right next to him, still brandishing his bat as he watched Jerome's back. "See, we got the same blood running through us. We are practically identical. You are a killer." He had a knife and he moved close to Jeremiah, obviously trying to put him on edge. "It's in your nature. Stop trying to fight it." He cut Jeremiah's ties and there was a pause. "Take your best shot."

"What?" Harley demanded, turning around. He found his body stiff with panic. Hard to move and respond with. Jeremiah was holding the knife Jerome had been a few seconds before. He went to step forward to stop this, but Jerome held up a hand. Harley looked at Jerome with rage. "Jerome-" Jerome shushed him.

Perhaps the man still could take Harley by surprise.

Jeremiah looked at his brother, his features slowly twisting with more and more anger until he screamed, trying to tackle Jerome to the ground but failing. Jerome giggled as he kicked Jeremiah and Harley frowned. He stepped away, irritated that Jerome hadn't at least cued him in on this part of the plan. At least given him a head's up or something... As he looked away, he noticed Bruce. This time the boy was looking at Jeremiah, his face twisted in pain and anger. Harley rose an eyebrow. He'd seen Bruce be pissed by injustice before, but there wasn't just his sense of right or wrong driving him to these emotions. There was a sort of protectiveness in the way his hands curled into fists. He'd only seen it when someone had gotten a little too rough with Y/n back in the days, or when Selina had been in danger those few times Harley had seen Bruce get protective of her.

What were the odds that Harley wasn't the only Wayne that had a crush of some kind on a Valeska?

From the way he struggled against his ropes, Harley was starting to think they were getting more probable by the second.

Everything was cut short as gun fire went off on the rooftops, diverting Jerome's attention just long enough to be shot in the shoulder by Jim Gordon. Bruce escaped, Jerome's trigger didn't work, and everyone was scattering as a giant blimp began to inch across the sky. Harley moved to Jerome, slinging Jerome's arm around his shoulders. Jerome pulled away though. "What's up?" Harley demanded, desperate to escape in the chaos.

Jerome groaned. "I have an idea. But we need to go up." Harley hesitated but then nodded, both of the men running to a nearby building and up the flight of stairs to the roof. Harley hid just out of sight when Jerome told him to. Jim busted onto the scene moments later and Harley ducked out of sight, moving so he could still see even if he couldn't quite hear. Words, at least. The gun shots he heard clearly. One to Jerome's hand, knocking the phone away. Another to his stomach, and Jerome was falling. Back. Off the ledge and over.

Harley almost threw up. He was stunned, eyes wide as he watched Gordon scramble forward. He only got comfort when he heard talking over the side and saw Jim reach down a hand... Harley rushed forward, hitting the back of Jim's head with the bat he still had. The officer crumbled.

"Gordon?"

Harley leaned over the side to see Jerome barely dangling by a pole. "You idiot." Only now did Harley realize he was crying. He reached down but Jerome just frowned, not taking it. Something then dawned on Harley and the boy paled. "You weren't going to take his hand either, were you?"

Jerome grunted, rolling his eyes. "This is the end of the line for me, Harley."

"No the fuck it isn't," Harley snapped back. "You promised me we'd talk about us later." He shook his hand, offering it again. "You've been driven by hate and loneliness and spite your entire life. You didn't think past that night you killed your mom, did you?” Something changed in Jerome’s face, but Harley was too angry to stop. “You barely tried to hide it, and you made minimal effort to get away with it. Then after, you stayed in Gotham to, what? Destroy your brother?" Harley scoffed. "I'm tired of this Jerome. Damnit, I'm tired of watching people suffer." He sniffed and Jerome's face seemed to relax as he actually listened. "We can kill whoever you want, I don't care. But my brother and your brother have a crush on each other and it's hilarious and I need you here to laugh with me about it, okay?" He choked up. "I need you to rule this stupid town with me. Or to not to. Maybe we could stay lowkey or leave. Maybe we could hide out somewhere and just go missing or fake our deaths and never show our faces again so no one knows we're around to even find us. Maybe..." He shrugged. "You can take me to whatever hell you want to Jerome. Let's blow more things up and kiss over dead bodies. You don't have to ruin your brother just because he ruined you. Or maybe you do. Whatever. Just come back with me, okay? Please." Harley stretched out his hand more and Jerome got a new look on his face.

He took Harley's hand, and Harley hauled him up, struggling only minority. The second he was standing, Harley grabbed his face and kissed him. Jerome hooked his good arm around Harley's waist, keeping them close. "You love me."

Harley held tightly to Jerome, closing his eyes as he tried to let go of the mental image his brain was trying to create of Jerome being flattened on the street below. "More than I even love myself," Harley confirmed. "It's probably why I've stuck around, really."

Jerome hummed. "Our brothers have a thing for each other, huh?"

Harley laughed. He leaned back and Jerome reached up, wiping the tears away. "Maybe we could just let them be." Harley shrugged again, struggling to come up with the words to explain how he was feeling. "If they really do like each other..."

"My brother is as messed up as I am," Jerome warned. "I'm at least fun- he's just manipulative."

Harley nodded. "Then what better way to break them than have them break each other, hm?" Harley nudged him. "And if he does end up being total shit, then we can turn him crazy just like you want to with that gas of yours." Harley sighed. "Just, I don't know, my brother deserves to be happy. He's lost his parents and now his brother and his whole world is on its head and-" he stopped cold, sucking in a sharp breath. "It's his birthday today." The day occurred to him suddenly and he looked up at Jerome, pleading. "Would it be too much to ask for?"

Jerome pursed his lips. "When he hurts him-"

"You can kill him, and I'll help you."

A smile finally grew on Jerome's lips. He knew this was a win-win. Either he was wrong about his brother and they all got somewhat of a happy ending, or he was going to see some actual fun. Either way, it was going to be entertaining. "Fine." He sighed. "We have to get to his little base quick then, though." His smile grew and Harley felt himself get excited.

-

"Hey Handsome."

Jeremiah jumped at the sound of Harley's voice. He went tense, looking around for his brother who usually accompanied the boy in front of him. No sign. "What are you doing here?"

Harley shrugged. He was pretty amicable so Jeremiah calmed even if he didn't totally relax. "I killed Jerome."

That seemed to take Jeremiah by surprise. Understandable. He wanted to doubt Harley, but the boy's expression was open and honest. Even vulnerable, like he was apologizing. "Why?" He asked instead of voicing doubts that were slipping away. Harley was wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans now, different from the little fancy get up he'd been wearing while with Jerome. There was something different about the boy in front of him as well. Something distinctively different than the Harley that had flirted with him a foot away from Jeremiah's brother, who was presumably also Harley's boyfriend.

"He tried to kill Bruce." Harley sighed, leaning against the wall behind him. "We had an agreement that Bruce was untouchable. If he died accidentally because he was being an idiot, fine. But Jerome sought him out specifically. And on his birthday." Harley clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth. "Bruce can hate me. He has every right to. But he's still my younger brother." He looked away. "He means everything to me, you know. We used to be best friends." He smiled softly but then looked back at Jeremiah, clearing his throat. "Sorry. I'm sure you're not wanting to hear that after I've told you your own brother is dead."

"No,"Jeremiah reassured. "It's actually quite a relief." Harley nodded as if he understood. "Wait but why did you come here? Just to...tell me that?" Harley held up a purple package with a huge silver ribbon. Only then did Jeremiah realize the boy had been holding it at all. "And what's that?"

"Jerome came up with a gas. Had Scarecrow make it himself. Kind of like fear gas, but it makes you..." Harley tilted his head back and forth as he searched for the word. "More like Jerome, to put it nicely. Unhinged." Jeremiah stepped back from the box, curling into himself. "I didn't want his plan to succeed, so I'm here to step in."

Jeremiah looked at Harley, confused again. "Why would you care what happened to me?"

A smile rose to Harley's face, soft and rather attractive. Jeremiah had already come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to Harley Quinn. He was also attracted to Bruce Wayne, so maybe it was just that the Wayne bloodline produced very good looking men. Whatever it was, Harley seemed much more welcoming and friendly now compared to his flirting the last time they'd had an extended conversation. One where Harley had stood up for Jerome and seemed to hate Jeremiah. One that had left an impression to someone who was quite opposite of the man standing in front of Jeremiah now. "I see the way my brother looks at you."

Jeremiah felt his heart pick up. "You- what?"

Harley giggled. "I don't think even he knows yet, but he does have some feeling toward you. I figure he's lost enough people. Had far too many opportunities for something he deserved pass him by. He's sacrificed enough." Harley stepped forward, closer to Jeremiah. "I guess I want to get you guys together. Maybe one relationship between a Valeska and Wayne can actually work out." Harley's smile was strained here and Jeremiah felt pity for the boy. "So what do you say? You couldn't tell him I was around, of course, but I'm sure you'd do a lot better with a bit of help."

Excitement rose up in Jeremiah's features. "You can stay here if you want. I have a free room I could make into somewhere you can sleep."

Harley grinned. "How sweet. I actually would appreciate that, if you don't mind." He stepped away. "I have to dispose of this, but... you know, I think we're gonna be good friends." He nodded in a silent farewell and Jeremiah smiled in return. Harley found his way out himself. Jeremiah didn't think anything of it as he was far too excited thinking about the possibility that Bruce Wayne could return his feelings on any level, as well as the possibility of having a real guy friend his age. Ecco was cool, but branching out a bit wouldn't hurt.

It took five minutes for Harley to find his way out. He skipped to the waiting car then got in the driver's seat, starting it up and taking off. Jerome grinned from the passenger seat. "How is it that you got around without that little blonde girl following you?"

Harley scoffed cockily. "If you and him think the same, then I can just as easily figure out that maze of his as you can. The same way I assume Ecco has it down as well. She knows Jeremiah like the back of her hand. The same way that I know you." He shot a wink at Jerome who smirked, leaning back in his seat.

"So you're my little secret weapon, eh?"

Harley giggled as he pulled to a stop at the building they'd been hiding out in since escaping Arkham. "Something like that."

Jerome leaned over, catching Harley's chin in his fingers, and then Harley's lips with his own. The kiss was slow and deep and purposeful, and it made all of Harley's insides light on fire. "You know, I love you too." Harley's head was spinning and he couldn't wrap his mind around that kiss let alone the words that had followed it. Jerome had never kissed him like that.

"What a joker," Harley croaked. It had become a bit of a running gag  to call Jerome that. "Cute but totally rude."

Jerome's hold on Harley's face tightened. He looked angry. Maybe Harley had offended him. But how could he have? “You know Harley, I show you every time I've been genuine. You've seen me afraid. You've seen me sad. You've seen me confused. You've seen me have many other emotions beside just amusement and anger which is what most people see. You've seen me about to jump off a building and end it all for god's sake." Harley swallowed, trying not to let that exact instance come back to him as a memory in his already muddled state. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?"

Harley wet his lips. "Why me?"

Jerome smiled, giggling softly. "Because you're just like me, and you accept that. You thrive off of it. I don't have to bend and twist to get it out- you wear your crazy like a badge. You walk through fire to be with me just because I've asked you to. Because you love me, and I like it, even though I’ve despised the thought of love... until now. You're probably the only person in my life who's ever loved me." His hold loosened in favor of caressing Harley's face. "You were right, you know." He snorted, as if amused by the sentence. He must not have said it a lot. "You can't just belong to me. And you don't. I belong to you too. I really would do anything for you." Smiling, Harley leaned forward and kissed him again.

There was a certain excitement in the moment. Jerome loved him.

There was also a sense of dread. A sense of being locked up, in a sense. Jerome had never been loved before. Had never loved anyone more than he loved himself before. He wouldn't handle it well if Harley was hurt or left him. Harley couldn't imagine wanting to leave Jerome after everything they've been through, but normal relationships always had the recognition that it might happen, right? You dreaded that moment and hoped it never happened... By the look in Jerome's eyes, Harley knew that wasn't a possibility. They were stuck together forever now. It was Jerome's Harley and Harley's little Joker. Forever.

Or, at least, until death do them part.

-

"Hey Lovebird," Harley greeted brightly one morning.

Jeremiah scoffed, but he was smiling so Harley knew no harm had been done. "Good morning Harley."

Harley waved at Ecco who nodded at him in return, a small smile on her face. "Any plans today?" Harley asked, setting himself down next to Jeremiah.

A little coy curve of his lips was answer enough, but Jeremiah explained anyway. "Bruce is coming over today to see the new prototypes." Here he got excited, going into full nerd mode. Harley and Jeremiah had begun to get close. It was kind of wild to see a sane version of Jerome. Boring though. Harley could never bring himself to spend too much time with Jeremiah before he needed to visit his boyfriend again.

His boyfriend. Jerome had finally made it official and had picked up the pet names again. Harley was weak over it. He didn't think he'd ever have a boyfriend, let alone one who was so unapologetically proud of being with him. Someone who really loved him and encouraged him to be himself. It was exhilarating.

Ecco brushed her fingers along the back of Harley's head. The boy knocked out of his thoughts and looked up to see Jeremiah looking expectantly. "Oh sorry." Harley blushed, embarrassed. "What did you say?"

Jeremiah shook his head, but he still had that amused smirk on his face. A teasing expression. Lighthearted. "I was saying that I was thinking about maybe asking him on a date after. If... if you think it's not too early to do that? Or if he won't totally shoot me down?" He got nervous.

It seemed that Jeremiah had gotten into the habit of ignoring little odd things Harley did. He still hadn't asked how Harley so easily found his way through the maze, nor did he question little moments like just now. What could Harley be so happy about? Maybe he wrote it all down to Harley's time with Jerome and his excitement for the possibility of his brother being happy or something. I think Jeremiah was basking in the feeling of watching two brothers really care about each other- something he never experienced but undoubtedly had wanted in some way or another. Harley was curious but couldn't ask, himself. All the odd things he was doing didn't need to be brought to light in favor of exposing the little odd things Jeremiah was doing. And Ecco seemed to trust Harley enough, as long as he made no move to hurt Jeremiah in any way. So for now, it was fine. I guess.

"I don't really know," Harley relented. "The only relationship I've ever been in wasn't exactly... normal."

Jeremiah suddenly got very serious. "Of course, sorry."

"No worries," Harley dismissed. "I just mean I would probably be a bad gauge of timing. I think you should go for it though. Maybe try to be subtle, but definitely drop some hints and give it a try." He smiled and Jeremiah mirrored the expression, relaxing as he daydreamed just a little bit about things that might happen if this whole thing went well. "Until then," Harley continued, flicking Jeremiah's shoulder to get his attention back. Jeremiah blushed, making Ecco smirk and roll her eyes. "Let's make some dinner. Nothing will get him to stay like some good food, and knowing him, he'll probably have skipped a meal again while still unsure if Jerome is alive or not." Harley looked at his hands.

Jeremiah swallowed. "Yeah, makes sense." He moved to Harley, nudging Harley's shoulder with his own. "Come and help me?" He was trying to be a good friend and keep Harley distracted from sad thoughts. Little did he know that Harley was simply annoyed. He just wanted to be happy with his boyfriend without his brother trying to find them both and throw them back in that hell hole Arkham.

"Fore sure," Harley responded anyway, forcing a smile. "We better hurry. Waynes have high standards for food."

-

Harley chilled in the room with all the monitors as Jeremiah showed off his prototype to Bruce. Jeremiah had moved the operation to the room to allow Harley to listen in and gauge Bruce's reaction to things. Harley couldn't help without coming out and revealing himself, but Ecco went back and forth so if Jeremiah really needed a hand he could give advice through her. Harley and Ecco together were really good at coming up with solutions and dealing with romance. They seemed to be able to find a whole braincell between them, and it worked well. It was quite impressive actually.

Bruce seemed super interested in Jeremiah's little project, but every once in a while those eyes full of light and excitement would turn from the energy thingy - Jeremiah had explained it maybe hundreds of times to Harley, but he still didn't exactly get how it worked - to Jeremiah, and his eyes would get even brighter; his smile even wider. Harley got it, honestly. Jeremiah was shy and soft spoken for the most part but get him talking about his idea for this cleaner power source and he came alive in a way that made him all levels of adorable. He used his hands to talk when he was excited, and kept looking between the project he was explaining and the boy he was explaining it to. Every time the boys' eyes met, both of them got a little pinker and it made Harley giggle.

"They're such nerds," Harley scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"They're idiots," Ecco agreed. "Which is crazy considering they're both seen as geniuses in Gotham. Especially Jeremiah." They both laughed softly before Ecco headed out again, leaving Harley alone.

Watching them took quite a while, and as time passed Harley found himself getting more sad. He wished that he could do things like that with Jerome. Flirt and geek out together and share little looks and innocent moments. Go on dates and hold hands and share long looks and dusty pink blushes. Harley wondered if Jerome had ever looked at him like that. No, such a soft look didn’t belong on Jerome’s face.

Eventually it ended and outside the compound, Jeremiah asked Bruce on a date. Obviously the boy said yes. Inside, the trio of friends celebrated as Bruce went home that night. And after they’d cheered and congratulated, Harley told Jeremiah that he needed some air and headed out.

This was another odd thing that Jeremiah was choosing to ignore. Sometimes Harley stayed the night and sometimes he didn’t. No one questioned it.

Harley headed to the hideout where Jerome was waiting for him. He was busy though, seeming distracted by a small book and lots of drawings. Harley planted himself on the couch to give Jerome some space. Whether he was planning or just musing, Jerome likes his space when doing it. Harley was willing to wait and give it to him.

In the quiet, Harley’s mind wandered back to his thoughts from earlier. He imagined just for a second, a world where Jerome’s smiles were soft. Where his smiles were warm. Where his eyes were wide and his words were honest and soothing. Where his touch was gentle. Where they were together and they cuddled in the park during lunchtime and had a picnic as Jerome rubbed his back and they both lay in peace and quiet. He imagined kisses that brushed rather than bruised. It was a sweet thought. A fantasy he’d loved as a child.

Did he still like it? Could he imagine himself in a life where he got a job and wore a suit or even a tshirt and jeans like he had been for Jeremiah? Like he had when he wasn’t Harley Quinn? Honestly, he couldn’t.

A frown took his face. He had nothing to distract him and icky feelings began to rise up, so he defaulted to habits that had yet to fail him. He went out to the store and got a drawing notebook and a pack of pencils and then colored pencils and got to work. He sat and drew as he continued to wait for Jerome, sifting through his mind.

He expected to draw that fantasy. That park and the grass and the serene expressions on his and Jerome’s faces. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it though and instead spent the next however long drawing memories rather than fantasy. All of them were Jerome, and there was blood everywhere. Most of them were just doodles, but the expressions he focused on. He made sure to capture the twisted enjoyment in each recall.

Only then did he divert to that sort of calm Jerome. Not Jeremiah, who was a coward and awkward and kind of annoying and paranoid and boring. A Jerome who’d grown up in a place that was loving and a world that was accepting.

This drawing took time. It was detailed and careful as Y/n drew the smiling face of a boy that had been destroyed before he even had a chance to begin. There was softness and warmth and gentleness and it made Y/n grown even more deeply.

“What’s that?”

He hadn’t realized Jerome and gotten up, but it didn’t bother him to show his boyfriend what he was doing. Harley had nothing to hide. “I’m having these thoughts. Watching Jeremiah and Bruce today...” he shrugged. “It made me think.”

Jerome hopped over the back of the couch, landing next to Harley. He tilted his head in curiosity. “Think about what?”

Harley offered a small smile. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jerome countered, “You don’t know what I want to know. Tell me!”

Sighing softly, Harley gave in. “You know every tine we have sex, it’s rough. And every time you kiss me it’s hard and desperate. Like it might be the last time. Every time you look at me there’s a heaviness in your expression. Like your affection for me is weighed down by something. By fear or anger or lust rather than love. And- I mean I don’t mind it. I like our sex.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes at himself. “I don’t know I just saw how they looked at each other today. And the awkward way that they communicated. Being coy and innocent and flirty. It was kind of cute. Made me realize I’ve never had anyone look at me like that.”

Jerome nodded as he listened. He was getting better at that as time passed. He was easily bored and antsy, but spending time with Harley seemed to ease him in some way. Just enough that the two could hold out a surprisingly functional relationship. It was why Harley spoke so honestly now- there were no more secrets between them.

Jerome tugged the book and writing utensils out of Harley’s hands, setting them on the ground before pushing him down on the couch. “Is that what you want?”

Well that wasn’t expected. “Do I want someone else? Of course not.”

“No,” Jerome corrected. His hand rose to stroke Harley’s neck. The boy shivered. “Do you want me to be gentle?”

“I-“ Yet again Jerome had somehow surprised him. “Why?”

Jerome shrugged. “You deserve the world, my dear. If you want someone to look at you like those idiots in those sappy movies, I’ll do it at least once. My motto is that you have to try everything at least once to see if you like it. It’s how I figured out I like men.”

That made Harley chuckle. He touched Jerome lovingly, humming in thought. “You don’t have to change for me, J.”

“I know.” His hips dipped and he grinded into Harley. The boy beneath him gasped, his lips parting and his head pressing into the couch as his grip fighting in Jerome’s arm and shoulder. “Do you want me to do it or not? Just so you know.”

Taking a second to regain his breath, Harley nodded. “Just as long as you’re in charge.”

Jerome grinned. “Good, because tonight I’m in the mood to make you feel really good.”

-

Male reader tag List: @sheepfather

[slashersrus]

Jeremiah Valeska x Male Reader - High

“Stay here, I’ll come get you once the bombs have detonated.” Placing his ruby lips on his forehead, Jeremiah stepped back and started towards the door.

“I can help you J! I’m not some fragile, little bird that you need to keep caged.” Seeing Jeremiah leaving, Y/N stepped forward, grabbing Jeremiah’s unnaturally pale hand.

“I know you’re not, you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met,” pausing Jeremiah ran a finger down his cheek slowly, “but I can’t risk losing you, so please, stay here. You have Ecco to keep you company, she’s loyal, she’ll protect you.”

“What is that?!” A loud bang sounded through out the safe house, Y/N jumped to his feet as Ecco drew her gun threateningly, donning the jester mask she held loosely in her hand.

“Stay here.”

“Hell no!” Grabbing his pocket knife, Y/N slowly followed Ecco out of the small room, his eyes darting round for any danger.

A hand reaching out and knocking Ecco out was the last thing he saw before a bag was thrown over his head, something heavy colliding with the back of his head as his knees crumpled to the ground.

“Leave her. We have what we came for.”

Groaning, Y/N rolled his head, his neck cracking as he opened his eyes, glaring at the people surrounding him. He was stood in between Tabitha and Barbra, white hands holding him tightly in a standing position, Butch behind him. Oswald Cobblepot stood a few feet away, grinning as he held Jeremiah’s core relay. They were in another safe house of Jeremiah’s, Y/N frowned, wondering how they had found the locations before his eyes fell on the dead body of Jongleur.

Slow, methodical steps filled the room as Jeremiah Valeska made his way down the stone steps, his followers trailing after him obediently. Y/N’s eyes widened with relief upon seeing his boyfriend, the relief slowly dying and draining away as he realised this was a hostage situation, and he was the hostage.

“Oswald Cobblepot. Barbra Kean. In my stronghold.” Not yet noticing Y/N, Jeremiah glared at Oswald.

“Not one step closer, Mr Valeska.” As Oswald spoke, Tabitha held a slim gun up to Y/N’s head threateningly, Jeremiah’s breath hitching at the sight.

“And is that my dear Y/N being held like a rag doll by your brute? Oh and my core relay.” The darkness that overtook Jeremiah’s eyes could have scared any sane or insane person.

“Indeed, it is.” Grinning happily, Oswald spoke as he played with the core relay in his hands, careful not to drop it.

“Huh. Well, it seems you have the upper hand.”

“Undoubtedly. And now, we have our own demands.” Oswald stepped forward as he spoke, ignoring the dangerous glint in Jeremiah’s eye.

Talking long, confident strides forward, Jeremiah grabbed an abandoned chair, sitting rigid as he carefully studied Y/N for any injuries, a slight sigh of relief leaving his lips as he saw none.

“$50 million.” Oswald smirked at the man, Barbra nodding along.

“$50 million. That’s what you want?” Jeremiah drawled out the words, his brain flitting around madly for a way to rescue Y/N without using the rocket launcher he had hidden behind him, he couldn’t risk hurting Y/N.

“It’s a nice, round number.” Oswald spoke with humour, knowing he was in charge of the situation taking place.

“I don’t quite have that on me right now.” Jeremiah sarcastically spoke whilst glancing down at his attire, clearly not holding that amount of money on him.

“You gave the mayor six hour to evacuate Gotham. An impossible task. Let him buy another hour. He will save thousand of lives. $50 million dollars will seem cheap.” Watching Oswald shrug and blackmail Jeremiah caused fury to burn in Y/N veins, trying and failing to pull out of the tight grasp.

“I see. I play the villain and you get away Scot-free and rich. I get you the money, you give me back my Y/N and my core relay?”

“That is usually how a hand off works, yeah.” Barbra snarked at Jeremiah, Y/N snapped at the disrespect they were sending Jeremiah.

“Don’t do it, don’t let these idiots blackmail you!” Cracking his head back into Butch’s nose, Y/N tried to pull himself free whilst shouting.

“And to add incentive.”Butch’s grip remained tight, the hit barely affecting him as Tabitha snarled at Y/N, pulling out a needle as she spoke,”little Y/N here has around two hours to live before he dies painfully, unless you give us the money and we cure him.”

Jeremiah stood up in a flash, his gun pointed at her as she jabbed the needle into Y/N’s neck, smirking sadistically as he groaned in pain.

“What the hell is that?” Marching forwards, Jeremiah cocked the gun, about to fire before Barbra stopped him, placing her knife on Y/N’s neck as Tabitha spoke.

“Just a little something usually used for interrogations, a personal favourite of mine. It causes bursts of extreme pain in between a high sensation, they basically spill out all their dirty little secrets before they die in agony. It’s very affective, trust me. The poison lasts for between an hour and two hours before the victim succumbs to their death, Y/N seems like a fighter meaning you have two hours to hand over the cash. Catch!” Smirking in victory, seeing Jeremiah’s face fill with dread before his usual stonic mask took over, shoving a groaning Y/N toward Jeremiah.

“Y/N?! Y/N, talk to me!” Darting forward, dropping his gun and barely caching Y/N, Jeremiah cradled him on the floor as he let his emotion take over, completely ignoring everyone else in the room.

“Hiya J.” Giggling slightly,Y/N spoke, a dazed look appearing in his eyes as he poked Jeremiah’s cheek.

“Fix him!” Glaring up at Oswald, Jeremiah picked Y/N up bridle style, cradling him to his chest as he spoke.

“$50 million for the antidote and the core relay, you have your time limit, Mr Valeska.” Oswald spoke, a smile on his face as Jeremiah sneered at him. Tilting his head, Oswald watched on amused as all emotion left Jeremiah except for the dangerous glint in his eyes.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Did anyone ever tell you, you kinda look like that Jerome guy?” Y/N cocked his head, watching Jeremiah with wide, innocent eyes causing him to sigh in agitation at being compared to his brother, knowing that Y/N couldn’t help it, glaring as Tabitha laughed cruelly at the delirious boy.

“Ill get your money.” Walking out of the building with Y/N still in his arms, poking his face and neck giggling, Jeremiah spat at Oswald.

“You let him get captured!” Jeremiah clenched his first around Ecco’s neck, squeezing as she choked and cried out apologies.

“I-I’m sorry, please!”

“You’re lucky, I need you to go and get me $50 million or you’d be dead right now.” Letting go of her throat, Jeremiah sat on the couch by Y/N, pulling him onto his lap.

“Go!” Shouting when Ecco just too still, panting heavily, Jeremiah watched as she flinched and ran away with wide eyes.

“Carrot top! I think I love you!”Beginning to tell him not to call him that, Jeremiah froze, looking down at the boy with wide eyes.

“What?”

“Mm, you’re warm. I’m cold. Why am I cold? I feel all tingly and weird.” Shaking his arm dramatically, Y/N straddled Jeremiah’s lap, cuddling into his chest and nuzzling his head into his neck for warmth, completely forgetting what he just said.

“Y/N?” Wrapping his arms around Y/N, Jeremiah frowned at the feel of his ice cold skin, lifting his head up so that he could look into his eyes as he asked the next question, his voice deadly serious.

“Y/N, how do you feel?”

“Great! Why-“ Y/N cut off to an abrupt stop, coughing into his hand as he vomited up a bit of blood.

“Ugh, my stomach hurts, Jeremiahy.”

“Oh, that’s not good. We need that antidote.” Helping Y/N stand up, Jeremiah began to lead them to the door, desperate to get the money for the antidote.

“Don’t you dare die on me!” Picking Y/N up when his legs collapsed and he passed out unconscious, Jeremiah urgently rang Ecco to meet him at the strong hold with the money.

“There’s your damn money! GIVE ME THE CURE!” Feeling Y/N’s body shake, Jeremiah screamed at Oswald as he stood in front of him, Ecco tossing the bag of money over.

“And don’t even think of double crossing me because I have the remote to the bombs right here and if Y/N dies, I will order her to press it.” Keeping a tight grip on the shaking, pale Y/N, Jeremiah nodded towards Ecco who stood holding the detonator, causing Oswald’s eyes to widen.

Gesturing for Tabitha to hand over the antidote, she threw it to Ecco who caught it before they all left in a hurry, grabbing the bag of money on their way. Rushing to Jeremiah’s aside, Ecco handed him the vial as Y/N started to cough more blood.

“Hang on, Y/N, you have to!” Laying him on the floor, Jeremiah gently opened his mouth, pouring the liquid from the vial into his mouth and making him swallow it.

Minutes went by, the occupants of the room tense as Y/N’s body went completely still, before a weak gasp left him.

“Y/N? Y/N, oh thank god!” Pulling him into a hug, Jeremiah stroked his back as he coughed into his shoulder.

“What happened?”

“Oswald and his cronies poisoned you, but its okay, you’re fine now.” The last part was mumbled, more for Jeremiah’s sake than Y/N’s.

“Can we kill them?” Pulling away from Jeremiah, Y/N asked darkly, having no memories of the previous events.

“Most definitely.”

Walking from the room Hand in hand, plotting Gotham downfall, Jeremiah snickered slightly before speaking, “so you love me, eh?”

Seeing the deer in head lights look on Y/N’s face, a smile spread across his own face, “It’s okay, I love you too.”