Hi nana !! My fave kind of sex is at the end of the day when I’m so sleepy I’m ready to pass out. I let the man just straight up take me like a ragdoll lol, could you write something like this for Jerome Valeska x reader ?? I also really like the pet names doll, babydoll, etc could you also incorporate those ?? I could see him telling the reader to go to sleep, doll after he does some light aftercare for the reader. If you’re not comfortable writing this I completely understand !! TIA !!
Sure thing! ❤️
Just his ragdoll
◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska x girlfriend!Reader
◇ Summary: After a tiring day at work Y/n finds herself being fucked to sleep by her boyfriend, Jerome.
◇ Warnings: SMUT, shameless Jerome, lazy fuck, praising and brief after care.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Been a while since I wrote something for this character or something in general.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The kind of knock that rattled glass and made your neighbors think the apocalypse had arrived. That was your boyfriend’s version of “hello”.
Around 9 PM, the familiar noise returned. The window rattled in its frame— Jerome’s idea of polite knocking. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, though. Whether it was the balcony, the fire escape, or, God forbid, your dresser door, he always found a way in. You’d long stopped asking how.
It had become a routine. Whenever the GCPD wasn’t breathing down his neck, he’d drop by to check on you, or more accurately, your fridge— before crashing the night in your apartment.
Tonight was no different. You’d clocked out of work a few hours earlier, managed a hot meal, and slipped into your favorite pajamas before collapsing in bed. Eyes closed, the background noise of the city blurred into silence.
The bangs gave way to the creak of your window. Then... footsteps. Muffled clattering in the kitchen told you exactly what he was up to. Raiding, as always.
You didn’t react, just tugged the blanket tighter around you, exhaustion smothering irritation, until a flash of ginger hair popped up beside the bed, accompanied by a Cheshire grin.
“HIYA, doll! Whatcha doin’ already in bed?” His raspy voice rang in your ears, pitched so high it nearly counted as a yell. He was chewing… a sandwich, probably, crumbs tumbling onto your poor sheets. You didn’t care. Too tired to fight him or scold the mess.
That’s why just a single muffled groan slipped out against your pillow as an odd reply.
“Are ya dead, dollface? Ya look like a zombie.” His scarred face hovered inches from yours, hazel eyes glinting with mischief. One gloved hand lingered above your skin before striking a sharp pinch to your leg, like a mischievous kid wanting attention.
“Ow! Jerome! Stop it.” You swatted his hand away, glaring weakly. He just smirked, energy crackling off him like static and like usual not a crumble of shame.
“There ya are, doll. Too tired to even greet your man properly?” His rasp curled against your ear, followed by the scrape of his mouth leaving a trail of damp kisses along your cheek. Your nose wrinkled, caught between disgust and reluctant amusement.
“Jerome…” you sighed, unsure what else to say, surrendering as your body sank limp against the mattress again. His kiss continued its own path, creating a composition of biting, nibbling and wet kisses. But you didn’t mind, you liked when he was like that. When the atmosphere was calm and relaxing. The bed... warm and soothing, and Jerome there to “bother” you in an exquisite way.
This situation always ended the same way every time. Mostly with you lazily laying there— as your man took care of you and himself as he pleased.
You already felt the rough fabric of his glove against your bottom, his grip firm enough to part your thighs without you moving a muscle. Lucky for you, he was strong enough to handle it all himself— and it felt good.
His index finger brushed against your bare folds as soon as the thin fabric of your panties slid aside. His warm breath fanned over your cunt, his nose brushing against it as he sniffed shamelessly like a hound.
It never failed to leave you drenched and aching.
Usually, it started the same way: your back arched, toes curled, a moan spilling out— and that was Jerome’s cue to bring out the main act.
His personal record for belt removal and “cock exposure”? Exactly three and a half seconds.
By the time you noticed, the tip was already pressing at your entrance. Then, with one sharp, oddly precise thrust, he buried himself inside you completely.
His size always stretched you, thick and long enough to hit spots that made your eyes roll back and your brain go blank.
One snap of his hips and your body melted.
Two snaps and you were already salivating.
Three, and you lost the game — every thought shattered, your body surrendering to his brutal rhythm.
The sheets burned against your skin, reddened from the heat and friction. The bed slammed against the wall as Jerome pounded into you like a madman. You could already imagine your neighbors complaining in the morning. But right now, you were nothing more than his ragdoll.
Every nerve in your body burned, your mind blank with each sharp snap of his hips. And then it slowed. His pace faltered, the growl in his throat fading into a shaky breath. He stayed buried deep inside you, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as sweat dripped on your skin.
His gloved hand reached quickly to pinch and rub your clit, making you quickly reach the sweet and overwhelming release. Your muscles kept shaking as the ginger head kept thrusting a few times.
Then the warm feeling of his release gooshing inside you, followed by a guttural and feral growl of pure satisfaction, made your body fully relax back into the covers.
For a brief moment neither of you moved, just breathing in sync, making the room go completely silent.
Jerome’s hands, once gripping your bruised hips, softened into an almost tender caress as his lips pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. A low, boyish chuckle escaped him, his chest rumbling against your back with the vibration.
When your boyfriend finally shifted, it was slow and careful, pulling out before tugging the sheet higher around your body. He moved clumsily toward the bathroom to fetch a warm cloth, the heavy sound of his footsteps fading for a moment before he returned.
Collapsing beside you, he drew you into his chest, holding you as if he had no intention of letting go.
“Ya good, dollface?” he murmured, voice raw but lazy, his thumb tracing slow circles along your arm until your heartbeat steadied.
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Jerome sees Y/N as the only person who truly gets him.
Forget roses. Y/N receives severed body parts arranged into the shape of a heart,
He'll tailor his acts of chaos specifically to entertain (or impress) Y/N.
Jerome is jealous of Y/N's past. He wants to be the only important person in his life. Any mention of previous relationships or friendships is met with suspicion and thinly veiled hostility.
He views Y/N as his only equal. Everyone else is just a pawn in his game, but Y/N possesses a spark of madness that mirrors his own. It's what drew him in the first place.
Jerome encourages Y/N to embrace his darker impulses. He wants Y/N to be just as unhinged as he is, to revel in the chaos and destruction they create together
Jerome becomes obsessed with Y/N from the moment they meet, finding his personality and chaotic energy to be a perfect match for his own.
He begins stalking Y/N, showing up at his apartment unannounced and watching him from a distance.
Jerome enjoys the thrill of the chase and the danger that comes with stalking Y/N, but he also truly believes that they are meant to be together.
He eventually kidnaps Y/N, taking them to an abandoned warehouse where he can express his twisted love for him without interruption.
Jerome is not afraid to use force or intimidation to keep Y/N with him, but he also knows how to show them affection and tenderness.
Jerome is not above using mind games and manipulation to keep Y/N under his control, but he truly believes that he is doing what is best for them both.
He is possessive and jealous, and will not hesitate to lash out at anyone who threatens his relationship with Y/N.
Jerome's love for Y/N is all-consuming, and he will stop at nothing to make sure they are always by his side.
Despite his twisted methods, Jerome truly believes that his love for Y/N is pure and true.
They have a passionate and intense relationship, full of highs and lows.
Y/N is the center of Jerome's world, and he will do whatever it takes to keep him by his side.
Jerome's obsession with Y/N often leads him to act impulsively and without regard for the consequences.
Jerome/Jeremiah with a SO with a Speech Impediment
AN: Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly do headcanons with Jerome and Jeremiah where the SO has a speech impediment?
Ah yes I got you! Hopefully I covered it correctly. My mind kept getting confused while writing this.
Warnings: None
JEROME
This boy would not care if you had a speech impediment. He would love you no matter what.
The first time that you met either it was at Arkum or just at the GCPD he was HOOKED on you.
I mean who wouldn’t? A pretty face walking on by as he gets taken away.
After that he was determined to hear your pretty voice.
If you didn’t talk much his mission would be to hear something out if you.
“Come on doll, just one little squeak out of ya”
In the beginning he would be frustrated with how long it would take you to form a sentence without stuttering. But later down the line he would be patient and look at you with awe.
He would definitely yell at everyone to shut up at a meeting if you had an idea and were trying to say it out loud.
JEREMIAH
I think Pre!Jeremiah would be interested in what you have to say so he would just stay quiet while you tried to talk to him.
After Jeremiah gets sprayed I think he would have trouble waiting for you to form a sentence. He would get frustrated with how long it’s taking.
“Echo could do better forming a sentence than you!”
After he says that he feels bad. He knows your not stupid as all his followers, and it just takes you awhile.
He would come to apologize to you, rubbing your cheek. He would remember how he used to be infatuated with how you spoke.
“I’m sorry my dear. It’s just been frustrating with taking out old Jimbo. You know I love how you speak to me and brainstorm those little ideas.”
He would also shower you with gifts over the next few days as an apology as well.
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this image was the first thing that came up when i typed in “jerome valeska” on pinterest. completely unprompted. there were no tags or titles or comments that in anyway related to jerome. im taking this as fate telling me this is something jerome would 100% do or say.
warnings : nsfw , extreme ish kinks , jerome (😭) and overall sexual themes
notes : reader is gn but afab , smut. sorry for any grammar mistakes n I hope this is sorta in character ♡
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A = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Jerome at first doesn't know what to do and just goes to clean himself up. If you were to give him hints though he'd of course clean you up too. If he's tired after he'll request to cuddle and fall asleep together
B = body part (favorite body part of their own and their s/o's )
He likes his hands most for some reason, he loves seeing it on your body, around your throat and whenever you were to suck on his fingers. In terms of his s/o's favorite body part it's definitely your throat or hips. Loves pulling you close by the hips and choking you
C = cum (anything that has to do with it)
Jerome definitely has a breeding kink, he likes "marking" you as his, definitely also loves cumming into your mouth
D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)
He's into being choked as well. Would also love to have sex somewhere publicly. Though Jerome is mostly an open book with you about his kinks, fantasies etc so these would probably be discussed at some point.
E = Experience (do they know what they are doing)
Jerome probably hasn't had sex before you came along. But his confidence and his knowledge definitely makes up for it!
F = favorite position
Loves doggy-style , he can pull your hair and slam into you more rough this way. He also likes the riding position
G = goofy (how serious are they)
I think we all know Jerome , so he'd probably be a little silly goofy during sex but of course also takes it serious. Would love for you to crack up a laugh during it though when he makes a joke.
H = hair (grooming habits)
Never shaves, likes the way it looks unshaven, plus he couldn't care less.
I = intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
I think we all guessed but he looooves going rough and hard.
J = jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Used to masturbate like everyday, now does it every once in a while if you aren't around.
K = kinks (certain kinks they like)
some of his kinks are : ax play, knife play, choking kink, bdsm, spit kink, public sex, biting kink, dacraphilia (gets aroused if you were to cry), hair pulling, daddy kink etc.
L = location (where they like to get it on)
Prefers the bedroom, but has definitely had fantasies of doing you in a dark alleyway somewhere in Gotham or in a ride at the carnival.
M = Motivation (things that turn them on)
If you were to let out groans or certain noises. Seeing your cleavage, ass or just you in underwear. Sucking on his fingers. Whenever you sit down on his lap etc.
N = no (turnoffs or absolutely won't-do's)
anything involving sex with multiple people, he wants you all to himself.
O = oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
absolutely loves giving you head (like I stated in my previous nsfw hcs for him), he's actually pretty good at it. Blowjobs are also one of his favorite things, likes to throatfuck you.
P = pace (how fast they are and how long they last)
Jerome likes going fast, he can probably go for 3 rounds if he isn't tired.
Q = quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Jerome's hips always lose control, he loses himself in the moment so his page is fast and his thrusts are hard.
R = risk (do they like to try new things)
He's not opposed to new things and would be willing to try stuff out with you.
S = stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
can definitely go 3 rounds or more whenever he's not tired, each round is less than 7 mins max
T = toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or their s/o)
He has definitely bought one of those remote control vibrators before to tease you with when you guys are out.
U = unfair (how do they tease and do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Of course he's such a tease during sex, he likes seeing you get desperate and needy for him. It goes the same way if you were to tease him, he'd definitely lose patience and start getting desperate.
V = volume (are they loud, what kind of sounds and do they talk)
Jerome is definitely not afraid to let you hear how much he's enjoying it. Definitely groans a lot during sex and loooves to praise you (if you wanna be degraded he's definitely up for that too)
W = wild card (random sincanon of any sort)
He loves leaving bites and hickies all over you from neck to thighs. Also likes it if you were to squeeze his ass while in missionary (it turns him on more).
X = x-ray (what's down below in their pants)
He's a solid 6.3 inches and his shaft curves upwards a little.
Y = yearning (sexdrive level)
He gets horny super easily and once he does you can't stop him 😭
Z = zzz (do they sleep afterwards and if so how quickly after)
He definitely gets sleepy after it, likes cuddling and falling asleep together with you. He usually falls asleep after a solid 7 minutes as he snores quietly and softly in your arms.
requests are open ! thank you for reading have a great day/night ♡
summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?
He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.
For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.
He wanted him to feel unsafe.
He wanted him to be afraid.
A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.
And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.
For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?
It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.
* ring*
To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.
" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.
Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.
" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.
" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.
Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.
Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.
" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.
...Xan?
You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?
„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.
" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.
" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.
The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.
It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.
Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.
" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.
She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.
" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."
He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.
You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.
" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"
He nodded.
" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.
" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."
You nodded.
"I'll be right back."
And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.
" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.
Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.
You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.
You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.
He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.
It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.
You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.
" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."
He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.
"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.
"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.
"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.
Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.
"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.
Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.
"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."
He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.
Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.
But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.
The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.
She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.
No.
Until that moment when she opened the door for him.
" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."
He sighed.
He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.
But he didn't.
Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.
He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.
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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.
> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<
At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.
But then it hit him like a crash.
Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.
He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.
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The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.
