Jerome Valeska x Flirty(?)Hostage!Reader headcanons
A/N: Reader is a chaotic dumbass ho, like me but worse, don’t try this at home kids 🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼
Warning(s): Both fluffy and slight nsfw Flirting, Hostage situation, Jerome Valeska because he himself should have his own warning, I don’t know if it really counts here but uh… Stockholm Syndrome?
So Jerome is holding you at knife point at your place of work, on the one night you were left alone 😃
He’s ranting, giggling, doing his thing when he suddenly gets really close to your face
He’s about to threaten you when you just cut him off and say “You have very pretty eyes, has anybody ever told you that?”
Now Jerome is hella confident and a smug bastard, he always has a comeback for any insult. A joke or witty comment for any situation. But now?
Jerome.exe has crashed. However he regains his composure pretty quickly and ooh boy is he pissed. But he’s still smiling because it’s Jerome.
You whore, is this really your best attempt at staying alive?! He now has his hand wrapped around your neck, in an almost vice like grip.
“Well aren’t you sweet,” shing, he’s holding a switchblade to your cheek with his other hand now, “ I bet you’d look very pretty tied up and left bleeding out in a warehouse, has anyone told you that?”
You think for a second…or at least pretend to look like you’re thinking.
“ No, but that does sound tempting, you seem like you’re good with your hands, I’d prefer if you took me to dinner first though. “
Mmkay he needs a minute. What? No, he’s fine! There’s nothing wrong with his pants either! At least that last comment was more his speed rather than something soft that made him feel warm and fuzzy for a second.
His grin had faltered for a brief moment, but it came back just as quickly as it had left. The switchblade has been set down gently on the counter and the hand that was once around your neck is now gently grasping your chin.
“I’m gonna let go of you so that we can…” he looked you up and down,” go get some dinner, talk a little more, all that jazz.” His voice is very low but he has that grin on his face that is just so…loud, in comparison.
“But”, ope the grin is gone and he’s talking to you through grit teeth now 😬😬😬 ,” the minute you try to run or I hear you scream-“
“What about if I’m screaming your name?”
A low and eerie chuckle erupted from him as he guided you by the waist towards the back door. “Oh, Doll, I can already tell we’re gonna have so much fun together, so what are ya hungry for…?”