two characters haven't seen each other for a while, one keeps rambling about something insignificant and the other one kisses them because ''shut up you're rambling just kiss me'' With Jeremiah Valeska x reader
i'm supposed to be mad at you but you're holding my face and smiling and i just can't resist it when you're pouting like that With Jeremiah Valeska x reader
warnings : none ?
a/n : this is between pure crack and a bad attempt at fluff. yes, i'll stick to angst for now on :')
wrote to : shallow
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Jeremiah was not a drama queen. As much as Ecco liked to make fun of him on this, he was certain he wasn't. He knew himself as rational and thoughtful in his actions, if not maybe a little paranoid. But dramatic? No. That's where he put the line. He wasn't. He was not. But on days like these, when he was sick –and it happened so rarely– maybe, he expected more than to wake up to an empty bed.
But his little star had left him.
If at first he thought maybe you got up early to prepare him some surprise, he had stayed as patient as he could before getting up to check on you – dizzy, might he had. He had stumbled to exit his bed and reach the kitchen only to find it as deserted as the bedroom. He tried the library, the bathroom- but you were gone. He was annoyed at first. Sure, up you go, leave him on his own to his demises, do not caring about his wellbeing. And might as well not answer your texts, right? But a little voice in Jeremiah's voice said there had to be more about this.
And so he started to search for notes. Maybe you left him a little trail that would lead to a happy surprise, something clever and fun. He had been excited at the thought and pushed the fever in the back of his head. But after turning his home upside down and finding your phone stuck under the bed, he was left bitter and slightly worried. You wouldn't left home without your phone, would you? No, you wouldn't.. Or maybe you did.
Unwillingly.
The maddest, most crazy scenarios passed through his mind. Maybe you had been kidnapped in his sleep, maybe you had been taken away from him. That wouldn't be surprising. Even if the only people knowing about his bunker were you, who wouldn't possibly be able to kidnap yourself, and Ecco, his assistant he was more than certain was loyal to him. Or maybe you did left to get him meds and got attacked on the way? He bit down his nails, running in circles.
So many possibilities, and already too much time wasted. He had to do something. Ignoring the heavy fever clouding his judment, he called Ecco to plan an attack - only to be laughed at and cut mid-sentence by the line disconnecting. Even the blonde was taking this lightly. Oh, she never liked you much. Maybe she did it? No. She wouldn't betray him like that. Her loathe for you was smaller than her love for him.
Back to square one.
Jeremiah sat down when he felt himself getting too worked up. If he continued to run around he would surely drop. And if he did, he wouldn't be able to save you and scold you for being careless. He bit down on his restlessness and waited, laid in bed, holding both phone just in case you tried to reach out. He also blew up Ecco's phone because of all the texts he sent her but he will deny everything if asked about it.
If hours or minutes passed, he wouldn't know – dozing in and out of the fever. He saw ghosts and shadows passing around him, some giving him a warm blanket, others delicious honeyed tea. One even gave him the softest kiss on the head that led him to the most restful nap he ever took.
Now, he wasn't expecting to see you right in front of his face as he woke up – but it was a pleasant surprise. For a second. Then, the worry from earlier was surprisingly stronger than his relief.
"Where the hell were you!" He barked as he jolted up, slightly dancing as his vision blured and his tension dropped.
"Careful, cowboy," Your voice was too amused for him not to scoff. "You might hurt yourself if you move so fast. How was your nap?"
"How–!?" Were you seriously asking him-– He was going to lose it. "Have you got any idea how worried I was? You've been gone for hours!" He held onto your hand as it helped him up, craving the missed feeling of your careful touch on him.
"Stop being dramatic, I only left for an hour to go to the pharmacy this morning," You chuckled, his confused eyes focusing on you. His mouth opens to deny any dramatism before you stopped to lift an eyebrow at him. "You don't remember?"
He stayed quiet. Surely, you were playing him. Like a cheep kazoo. He would never dare to imagine you to lie but he knew you could. Maybe. And today might prove it because, if Jeremiah had anything, it was a unforgettable memory. Yet, as you looked so calm, eyeing him warily, he started to question his own mind. Ignoring you all together not to answer your bait, he let you lead him to sit in front of a delicious smelling soup.
"Don't play dumb, Y/N," He eventually tried to recover after his shaky hands splattered the meal everywhere. He was not liking how smug you were looking spoon-feeding him. "I didn't see you since last night. If I can't count on you anymore, who else am I to trust? Do you know how difficult it was to find you? To let you in here? You're taking too much for granted if you think this can't be taken away from you, I could snap your pretty little neck like a rabbit's so–"
"Yes, yes, you could kill me with a lift of a finger and barely flinch about it. You're rambling, 'Miah," You cut him, a beautiful smile on your lips. Dropping the spoon, you cupped his cheeks and lifted his face toward yours, merely inches away. "If you got to use that mouth, why don't you kiss me? Since you've been dozing off all day apparently, you still haven't greet me! Don't be rude, Mister Valeska."
Stucked between feeling absolutely outraged by your insolence and completely smitten by your amused pouting lips, Jeremiah leaned on to capture yours lips with his sooner than he probably have should. He didn't really thought about it, honestly. He'll blame the habit of crushing on you anytime you're too close rather than accept he might have missed you a bit too much.
"You're still in trouble," He growled after your hands pushed him away.
"Of course, I am," You entertained him, grabbing the spoon again and lifting it to his lips. "So, will you let me feed you now? You know, to atone my terrible treason of getting you meds and making sure you can go back to being king over some burning streets or something?"
He didn't know why he opened his mouth to let you play him but he did. Oh, he'll blame this on the fever. As long as Ecco didn't walk on him being so domestic with you and pathetically submissive to your teasing, he'll let you enjoy this. He couldn't take it away from you, especially since you were taking such good care of him.
At least, here, he could make sure you didn't look away from him.
At least, now, he was relieved to see he picked the most caring and loyal star to brighten his days.. One that didn't seem to shine away from him, even on his weirdest days.
JEREMIAH VALESKA x FEM!READER 🌌 DARK / SMUT 🌌 9.2K
summary : it started as a pure coincidence, truly. checking on you every now and then, making sure you were watched over and safe.. but as always, jeremiah took it too far. not that you needed to know – or ever will.
a/n : if you think you're alone at night, know your favorite red head is making sure you are.. enjoy these +9k of pure filthiness. 😏
wrote to : i made a whole ass playlist for this–
READ ON AO3 i had fun in the tags i'm telling you djjfjfthis
this is dedicated to the valeska hoes @valeskaduh and @m0o0n 🤭💜
It was probably mad. Surely, it was. In his heart, he knew it was mad. He was doing something wrong, something too risky – something too mad to not be busted on. He shouldn't take the risk, not when he was doing so good by day.
But it seemed that, at night, his heart was too lonely not to oblige in his most irrational needs.
He simply couldn't help himself – and especially not tonight. Tonight was a special night, wasn't it? It was too special pass on the opportunity. Not when all the stars seemed to align, not when so many signs seemed to push him here. Yes, if he had to explain himself, that's what he'd say.
He'll simply admit that tonight, the desperate, irrational, unstoppable need to see you, to touch you, to feel you – all of it was too strong for him to fight. He could only oblige in what pushed him to come closer than he ever did, in what pushed him to do the unthinkable.
Lust.
No. No, he didn't like that word. It was too primal, too raw, too objectifying. He couldn't associate this with you, that would tain you.
Love.
Love sounded better, it sounded more pure. He did love every inch of you – heart and soul.. Body.
Who could blame him? After all, this all started by pure coincidence. Truly, it had.
He remembered it so clearly, as he did with everything for better and for worse. He didn't know what he was missing then, merely living in his miserable routine of hiding, mopping and drinking. He remembered the everyday weight on his heart, his hurtful numb body barely making it day by day through insomnia and paranoia.. And one night, he simply snapped.
He had been too tired after another rough day of not being able to focus or really do anything without a glass of whiskey. He decided then in a drunken burst of confidence that he couldn't care less about going out.
He decided then and there he could go outside and face his everyday demons without flinching.
He had been so confident that a walk out would be the perfect start for it, what good it would do to him – and boy, had he been right as usual.
If only he knew what awaited him, then.
He remembered getting lost in the dark corner of his mind as his feet stumbled away through Gotham.. How his motivation quickly lost itself as he ended up very lost and very worried as he came back to reality.
He was fast too reach the darkest and loneliest blocks to mourn and break down in peace: finding the perfect cocoon in this residential park on the edge of the city.
The lost neighborhood hiding in the lost nature had seemed like a blessing to his upcoming mental breakdown. He knew not many people lived there, nor did many people passed through here – if any in both case.
He remembered breathing again in this hall of loneliness, the cold wind reigning in the darkness. That was perfect for him, enough to slow the demons eating his mind alive, enough to make him forget.
Even for just a moment, he could delay the inevitable. He could simply walk his worries away, enjoy the moonlight and bright stars emptying his heavy mind.. Until his eyes fell on the sole lighted window.
Facing a deserted small four floors building, only one large window on the second floor was alight – and through it, appeared the single, most beautiful person he had ever witness.
The pure shock and astonishment that slammed into him as he took in your naked back still made him shiver to this day. If any drop of alcohol was left in him – it cleared at the sight of you. He felt anew, rebirthed, cleansed as he took you all in.
The perfect shade of warm light on your skin, the fall of your hair as your shirt passed over your head, the waist of your pants sliding down your perfect curves down your thighs.. It had all been burnt in his memory, a sight he'll never believe was real.
One he'll worship till his very last breath.
He felt ashamed at first, of course – he had seen a stranger in their most vulnerable state. Yet, his eyes were glued to you as you turned forward the opened window. He took in with a shaky breath the perfect hug of your underwear on your skin as your hips rolled, never blinking once as you changed in too many nightclothes –in this vain opinion.
Then the light went off. Then Jeremiah lost all balance he thought he had in his life.
As he saw what he could only guess as your shadow as you hide in your bed and left him all alone in the darkness again, something inside him broke and burst alive.
He didn't know it then, still red with embarassment and overwhelmed by the warmth your sight brought him, but in this instant, he had fallen. He had managed to trick himself into forgetting your perfect body as he ran back home, but it was all in vain.
All the emotions he didn't understand yet pushed him to shamefully masturbate under his blanket for the first time in years – it had been a terrifying act at the time. It was shameful, raw, pathetic, disgusting even. He had been ashamed of himself to comply in his most primal needs.
Yet, no matter his shaken values and self loathing – the very next night, he found himself facing your window again.
He simply needed to see more of you.
It might be another excuse for his dubious pass-time but as he learned more and more of you, he felt you becoming less of a stranger and more of someone he had known all his life. Someone he couldn't go on without.
Getting off on the sole thought of a mysterious lover rather than a stranger was less.. Animal. It was less of a raw instinct brought by a simple show of skin and more of a ritual he carried on as part of his worship.
A devotion he held in waits of the time you'll be here to share those special times with him.
He remained in control in this new found familiarity, he told himself. You were simply someone he never got the occasion to talk to, one that brought him comfort when he was lonely and longing for love on the coldest nights.
Yes, the thought was easier to digest when he found himself cumming in his hand every night rather than admit he was all alone with his lonesome fantasies.
But he soon found out it wasn't.. enough.
No matter how much he loved to watch you live in the only room of your apartment he could see, he found himself needing more. Those bushes were his perfect seat to witness you from but it was too far. And so, he learned.
He acknowledged the hours you stayed home and left. He grew familiar to your routine. He lingered on the look you'll give the stars at night and melted at the sight of your hand between your parted legs. Anything he could learned from the hours he watched over you, he found himself craving more.
And so came the next decision.. He had to expend his favorite lessons to day hours.
It had been scary at first, the doubt and embarassment of morals itching him, but the dire need to be more –more, more, always more– around you had been too strong.
That's how he learned where you worked, who were your friends, if you had family, where you liked to spend your free time.. Following you was much easier than he originally thought.
And among all those discoveries, he heard your voice. It had been almost enough to make him tremble and crumble the first time he did if not for his self control – merely holding on to the bakery table. Your joyful laugh following made him bit his lip not to show any reactions but a smile still broke on his face as he bathed in the sound.
Even after hearing it so many times, he still felt as giggly and mushy inside as the first.
It was by this divine music that he learned your name and all kind of more personal informations – just by overhearing you. You could be so careless, but it was alright, he was going to keep every details to himself. He wasn't someone you should be fearing danger from.
He couldn't say the same about those around you, though. His eyes hardening as he looked at any eyes longing too long in yours. He would keep you safe, of course he would. No one ever dared.
In the end, that was what shocked him.. In the end, no matter what you did, you were as lonely as him.
Whenever it was real or not, he knew you were.
He saw it, you needed someone to make you happy, someone to support you as you should be. Your friends didn't know what you needed, they didn't care, not like he did. Maybe you needed someone like him.. Maybe he was just what you needed.
After all, he was watching over you.
He was your guardian angel, the most devoted and eager to fulfil this purpose. He was more than happy and ready to comply, whenever you acknowledged him or not in his purpose.
He simply had to expend his visits to your friends at first. Just to make sure they were good enough for you and sent some warnings if not. Someone had to remind them they were far from saints and thus, should stay away from you if not willing to make a change.
He shared your heartache as most of them hurt you in their abrupt departures. He didn't mean to bring anything than positivity to your life, but you would thank him in the long term, he knew it. It was a needed hurt for a better happiness.
For some time, this had been enough to fill him with comfort and content. He was good to you, you were good – better now that he was there for you.
Yet, as usual, his selfishness showed its ugly nose.
Far quicker than the last time, it wasn't enough anymore, his painful heart complained.
He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be the one to buy your favorite snack and hear about your day, to see that beautiful smile of yours toward him. He wanted to treat you, to spoil you, to make you his queen. He wanted to tell you just how much of a goddess you were rather than know it.
He wanted to be the one you leaned on after a silly joke, not just stand a few feet away – amused and smitten.
He wanted to be the one you were flustered around, not just stand a few feet away – jealous and bitter.
He wanted to be the one you relied on to cum in your bed, not just stand a few feet away – hidden and panting.
He was tired of having to be content standing so close yet so far from you.
And so, he decided to.. push destiny a little.
He couldn't remembered what he said as he accidentally bumped into you one morning as you exited your building to engage conversation, the smile you gave him made him lightheaded. If he thought he had learned every traits and every details of you during his pilgrimage, he was deeply mistaken as your perfection left him breathless.
Your laugh was melody in his ears, the warmth of your fingers touching his made his leg jelly and when you gave him your number, the shy smile you sent him before leaving left him love struck on the sidewalk.
He decided to keep to himself after your first official date in that little diner he saw you pass by with envious eyes so many times. He wanted to just be happy to see you were having as much fun as him on your regular dates.
In a way, it wasn't fair to you. He knew you so well while you only discovered him. He knew you would be as much of a guardian to his heart as he was to yours. He just had to give you some time to catch up to him.
He wanted to make things right, keep this little secret to himself. Maybe one day, in many years, he would admit it to you laid in bed with you on his chest. He could hear you both laugh about it already.
But after two nights of withdrawl, he found himself desperate and unable to breathe until he came to his spot in the bushes.
You would understand, he eased himself. You would grant him his try. He was doing all of this for you, you would grant him this.
He folded back into his routine, coming back again every night – sometimes for a few hours, mostly for the whole night. He'd watch you fall asleep, turning in your rest before waking up, looking more beautiful than the day before.
Yet, it was when insomnia stricked you that he both loathed and loved the moonlight. He would worry, wondering what was passing through your perfect mind to keep you up.. But he could also learn so much more about you when you thought no one was looking.
He could really see you.
You didn't try so hard to be perfect like you did in front of him, during your dates. He appreciated your effort –and he will one day praise you for them– but this, this person, in their mind completely alone, this was the one that attracted him here in the first place.
This was the perfect you.
He still tried to make sure you slept at a reasonnable hour by texting you when he saw you turning in your room too late. Living in the soft smile he'd catch on your face when you saw them or shamefully keeping his eyes on your shaking body as you took some personal time between your thighs, he liked to think he kept you company in your lonely nights.
Just like you were in his.
It was the nagging loneliness of your body away from his. He didn't know he could miss you more each night but here he was, painfully trying to ease the hole inside his chest. And with desperation came mad solutions.
And tonight's might just be the most crazy one. It was mad, so so mad, he repeated in his head desperatly, it was mad, something that would probably ruin everything, something he couldn't admit he was actually working on. He was mad at his own thoughts, knowing it was out of line. Yet, he couldn't stop as he reached the bushes and, after a shaky breath, continued further.
Once again, he wasn't able to stop this need for more – it was madding how quickly he would crumble just to ease this desperate need of you growing in his chest, and maybe other parts.
For all the beauty you brought him from this perfect painting of your window, he felt the need to get closer. He couldn't fight it, not as he couldn't escape the previous ones. He wasn't even sure he truly wanted to. Wasn't your whole relationship a little mad, anyway? Was it really wrong?
The first steps that lead him right under your window made his heart beat in his ears. Everything was dark. He had been waiting for a while to be sure you were really asleep but the silence of the night made everything so loud. He would jump at the sticks cracking under his shoes.. Not that he did, of course.
Still, he froze and waited for something – one last sign that he needed to stop this madness. But only silence answered, a fresh push of wind against his back, leading him closer to the main door..
And so he became daring.
He knew the only neighboor you shared the building with was still in the hospital after a bad fall in the dead leaves. He still remember the shock to hear your frantic voice as you called him to join you, the pride in his chest to hear about your kind soul's act of rescue. He remembered you hands grabbing as his coat as you leaned on him, how your face was flushed and panicked as he carefully brushed his thumbs over your wet cheeks and soft swollen lip bitten in worry.. Where was he going with this again?
Control, he scolded himself harshly as he stopped at the door of the building. For a second, his hand slipped over the numbers, his anxiety was rising dangerously high. But it was still a vain competitor to his throbbing heart.
The code was burnt in his memory like every details that trailed back to you – and the hallway past the blurry doors only added to them. This was a first to him, exciting even. He got to see for the first time what you saw everyday. Almost giddy, he took his time looking around, his fingers brushing over the name on your mailbox.
The stairs were large and loud as he went up, one by one resonating under his heels. It was so simple, he thought as he finally reached your door. Too simple.. ? He didn't dare to voice it out loud, too scared to jinx himself.
Doubt crawled heavy enough in his chest as he laid his hand on the handle, feeling the cold metal. It was quickly enough forgotten as he imagined how many times your perfect fingers touched it. His digits pressing harder as to meet yours, he smiled sheeplishly.
The door barely fought him, to his shock. Did you knew about his plans before he even thought of them? He blushed slightly at the thought. How long have you left your door opened for him, waiting for him to come by?
He took a deep breathe before finding the courage to push the door open.
Your flat was on the same tones and aesthetic than your room. The sweet soft color of your walls, the clear order in your furnitures.. He didn't know if it was because you were neat or if it was a good time to pass over, but he liked to think that you excepted him.. That you were waiting for him.
He carefully closed the door behind him, wincing slightly at the noise. He stood for a moment unmoving as it clicked closed. He feared he would hear your steps coming toward him in quest of answers but all he heard was wind against the windows' glasses.
Your apartment was small but all so comfy and easy to feel at home. Your living room-kitchen welcomed him, encouraging him to close his eyes and took a deep breath. Your scent lingered everywhere. The sweet, unmistakable perfume of your skin lingered on each surface, slamming into him. He feared he would be overwelmed by it.
Everything was so.. You. He had to stop and sit on your couch to calm his pounding heart.
Sinking into the comforting seat, he wondered aimlessly how could he feel more welcome and safe here than he did in his bunker. He couldn't explain it. How odd, the thought brought a calm smile on his lips.
There was so much more here, to discover and learn from you.. But he knew he was already in dangerous waters. He had to be careful. And quick.
Glancing at the soft light of the moon shining through the open door in the hallway, Jeremiah took slow steps. The way to your room was like the path to heaven. He thought he saw and knew it like the back on his hand after so many nights of observation – yet, standing there made him realize how different the perspective.. He looked everywhere he could, discovering as much as he could. This was probably the only and sole time he'd be here for a while.. He had to make it worth it.
Tracing over every decorations, every items laying around, smiling at your phone left on the night table.. As he passed his finger over it, he almost fell to his knees as it flashes alive, seeing your background as the last picture you took of him.
The wide window that allowed him to see so much of you was wide open, showing him the constrasting darkest of outside compared to his view from down there. He couldn't even see his hiding spot from there.
And here you were, the subject of his adoration.
Hands pressed against your chest and temple, the blanket was up to your chin as you looked more perfect than ever. As you laid on your back, full asleep on the comfortable bed, Jeremiah swore he never had he seen you with a more serene and peaceful expression.
He had to wait a minute to catch his breath.
Eyes fluttering as you dreamt, he lingered on the soft quiver of your fingers. What could you be dreaming about? A silly part of him wished it was about him. Carefully leaning toward you, he dared to sit by your side. His shoes squeaked quietly as he did so, making him wince. He feared for a second this would be all it took to wake you but you stayed still.
His own, perfect, sleeping beauty.
Was he really going to through with this? Was he mad enough to act on his desperate needs? His eyes dropping inawardly at your covered body, he swallowed heavily. He already made it this far.. Maybe that could be enough.
You looked great laid here, even with the messy rebels locks of your hair over your face. Your chest rose and fell calmly, a steady rythmn hypnotizing him into coming closer. He looked at the fluffy blanket laying on top of you before an hesitant hand rose to the hem stopping at your shoulder. He carefully brushed against your skin, shivering at the soft warm contact against his cold fingertips.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulled the blanket down.. And down.. And down..
He found himself out of breath as your body appeared out to him. Even on the coldest days, you slept in the least undergarments? He choked as he took his the sight of your short shorts and lose shirt.
The tone of your skin made him gulp as he eyed your perfect body – his hand reaching out for before he even thought about it. Fingertips grazing your thigh, he almost took a step back as you gently groaned in your sleep and turned your head toward him.
His cheeks flushed red as he faced you. You looked so peaceful, so at ease.. Yet so lonely.
His fingers were careful as they brushed away the locks out of your face, a tender look in his eyes. Your sleepy, content face made him smile before he saw in the corner of his glasses your hand reaching out to him to push his hands away – shocking him into a silent gasp as you only grabbed his right hand and held onto it. His heart dropped in his stomach as you snuggled against it, pulling it against your lips.
If sponteanous combustation was really a thing, Jeremiah was pretty sure he would have imploded along the whole neighborhood.
He felt hot, way too hot. So hot he would be worried about having a fever if not for your lips over his knuckles. Undoing the first buttons of his shirt to pull on his tie, he still found it hard to swallow. He couldn't find it in him to pull his hand back, not when you look so pretty, your warm lips against his cold skin.
He took in a silent breath, his eyes dropping to your thighs up to your shorts, the hem of your shirt.. His hand leaned over the latter before he could think about it.
Carefully picking the cloth just above your hip, his fingers caressed over the exposed skin. A shiver ran through you, making you slightly turn away. He froze, terrified for a second you would wake up but you simply moved a bit before settling back into a deep sleep. He swallowed with difficulty before daring to continue.
Carefully lifting your top up, showing more and more of the skin of your hips, your stomach, your waist– He stopped at the curve of your breasts. He couldn't go so far, not when you weren't awake to live this with him. One day, maybe.. But not tonight. Not like this.
Tonight was about his little secret.
Another shaky breath, another doubt crawled into his mind. Was he really about to do this? Was he really so needy he couldn't hold on back anymore? The hard tension in his stomach and lower parts argued he really didn't want to hold back anymore. He needed release.
He tried to shake some sense into his head, deciding he couldn't– he shouldn't. No, it was too mad. Screw his raging erection and the desperate want –need– to touch you, he had to get up and turn on his heels as quietly as he could, he had to pull away to escape the warm hold you had on his hand– But then he heard it.
The softest moan escaped your lips as your turned, disturbed by the movement. He could only watched helplessly as you took his hand tighter in yours. You finally layed on your stomach, his hand trapped against your cheek and lips. His throat tightened at the sight only to choke on it as his eyes dropped to your perfectly cupped ass.
Well.. You made the decision for him – you wanted him here. And he couldn't delay his need anymore.
Heaving as the warmth that overtook over him and lead him into this madness became so much he was panting, he slide his hand carefully down your back, ghosting over your skin. You were so soft. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling his control crumble under him. Passing his tongue over his lips as a distraction, he wondered what taste did you have and if he should find out right now.
Pulling himself back with difficulty, he focused his mind on unbuckling his belt. His pants became far too tight for his own liking hours ago, and he could only fight so long. He almost moaned out loud as air flew against his sensitive head. Precum was already shamefully dropping down his length.
As slowly as he could, he started to stroke himself. A difficult task considering his right stranded hand and the heavy coat on his shoulders but he did so with a certain address and familiarity – used to the cold nights and quiet breathing. Still, he had to bit on his lip hard not to escape any sound as he felt himself getting lost in the pleasure.
Your breath on his skin did more than he expected and he had to stop from time to time not to come all over your exposed back. Taking deep breaths through his nose before shakily expire through his mouth, he would continue to the slow pace he imposed himself on.
You were so beautiful here, leaning on his palm. He carefully caressed your cheek with his trapped thumb, drawing blood from his lip as you hummed in your sleep to his tender touch. He felt the red tear drop down his chin onto his purple shirt but he couldn't think about it or the others following as he felt himself reaching his end.
He hesitated between taking his hand away from himself but the bliss was coming so fast and so hard, he couldn't help but tighten his hold on his member, keeping his eyes on you as he kept going faster and faster–
His orgasm hit him hard as he came in his hand. His lip took the most of the moan he tried to swallow down, breaking the skin more open. Shivering as the pain mixed with the pleasure, he took a minute to come down from his high. From his regular habit of jerking himself off to you, never did he remember having such a strong release.
He trembled as he dropped his eyes from you to the mess he made. If he had been careful not to touch you with his cum, he still cursed as he noticed tears fell on your blanket. Stepping back, it broke his heart to pull his hand away from you for good. You mumbled as he gave one last stroke to your cheek before leaving you.
He felt cold, colder than when he was outside. He could feel the ghost of your lips against skin, and he found himself already craving for more. But he had to go, he had to clean his mess.
Else, this would have all been for nothing.
Finding his mind get clearer as blood flew back through his body, and not his most sensible part, Jeremiah looked around to find some towel or tissue after pulling his belt back on. Finding nothing in your little kitchen –and fighting the urge to look more at the adorable notes pinned to your fridge– he made his way into your bathroom.
Pushing the door next to your front door, he smiled as the smell of your shampoo filled the air. His eyes passing over the simple but charming room, he hummed as he find some tissue on a shelf by the mirror. But as he retrieved one to clean his misdeed, his fell on your laundry. He froze as one of your panties laid on top.
Was it real? Did you really left it just here for anyone to see? He gulped as the tissue fell forgotten back on the floor. Before he knew it, his fingers traced over the thin lace. Carefully picking it up, his heartbeat blared in his ears.
Holding it closer to his face, he closed his eyes as your scent hit him. His knees almost weakened at the sweet odor. He could feel himself hardening again just at the smell of you. Maybe he could linger here a little longer, he thought as he passed his hand over his crotch before biting down a moan. No, he had enough fun, he didn't need any more.. Not right now, not right here.
But surely, you wouldn't mind if he took a little souvenir with him.
The bitten smile he had as he held your stolen panties almost made him feel guilty. But as he hid them in his pockets, he didn't see the sudden knock of his elbow against the door – only hearing the wood slam hardly against the wall.
Jeremiah felt the silence tighten around his chest as he jolted back to see a little vase hidden on a shelf behind the door swinging from the shock. As if time slowing down, his heart dropped as it got closer and closer to the edge– Until it finally passed over.
Frozen in shock, he stared helplessly as the glass exploded in million parts. The tantrum could have awoken the whole neighborhood but for his horror, it was only you that heard it.
"Who's there?!" Your panicked voice shocked him out of his trance. It only took him two seconds, hearing your bed crack under your weight before he gave in to panic and all but jolt toward the exit. Tripping and slipping over the broken glass, he grabbed on whatever was close enough to steady himself and get the hell away from here.
Slamming your door open, he ran down the stairs, almost missing steps and breaking his whole body in a rough fall. Maybe that would be a better option than getting caught – at least, he would have a chance on two to die in the fall and escape the shame of getting caught.
Yet, as he reached the outside and hide enough in the woods, he felt something in his pockets. His phone. It was vibrating.
Merely slowing down, his heart still mad enough to break his ribs, he eyed everywhere around him. The night was still dark, not a soul out there except him. His hands were shaking so badly he almost dropped his phone in the dead leaves – and he was sure he would as he saw who called him.
Confusion, euphoria and amusement passed through him,
"Hey darling, what's going on?" He tried to sound casual even through his heavy breathes from his run. He hoped you wouldn't notice, that you didn't see he was right here with you a moment ago– and by your heavy relieved sigh, he felt confident you didn't.
"Jeremiah, thank God you answered!" He'd always answer you, no matter the time or place. "Listen, I'm so sorry to call you this late but–" Your voice was so sweet– Was it always so tempting in the middle of the night or was tonight special? "Oh God, you're going to think I'm mad–" Never would he think you were, he trusted you without a second doubt – you could tell him to jump and he would ask you how high.
Still, as he lingered on your voice, he noticed how the words got caught in your throat. He feared you were as troubled by this interruption as him.
"Slow down, darling, breathe," He instructed and smiled as he heard you take deep shaky breaths. You were obeying him? How boosting this was for him. "Good. Now tell me what's going on?" It was dangerous but he needed to know if you knew what happened.
Maybe you knew someone was here with you – even if it was clear you didn't suspect him.
"I– Jesus, I was sleeping and I heard something! I– I think someone's here," You admitted in a quiet breath. He frowned, realizing how low you had been whispering.
"In your apartment?" He asked stupidly but you didn't linger on it, agreeing over a sob. "Did you call the police?" His heart stopped as he wait for your answer, dreading the silence on your line. Did you call on him? Was he looked on, tracked down? He could turn it around, he was smarter than Gotham's dumb officers, he just needed–
"No," You admitted in a quiet whisper. "I only thought of calling you."
The silence took a new turn as he found himself choking. You only thought of him? You knew he'd take a better care of you than the police. You knew he'd always keep you safe. A swell of pride grew in his chest, he bit down his already broken lip to quiet down the hammering in his chest.
"Do you need me to check on you?" He asked, the words hanging heavily in the air, not believing his confidence as he spoke them.
He chocked even more as you answered without missing a step.
"Please," He drew more blood as he contained a smug smile. "You know where I am, right? Can you come quick, please?"
Oh, he'll be here for you.
"Just hide in your room and don't open the door to anyone, alright?" He said as he looked back toward your building. He had run quiet far in such a short time but he guessed for once he could thanks his crazy twin and his multiple murder attempts from their childhood. He always had been a quick runner thanks to him.
"Already did the second I heard them," He swallowed down a praise, only nodding to himself. You've always been too smart for your own good. "I'll wait for you."
He smiled, already making his way to you – as slow as he could not to be suspicious. Yet as he thought he'd hang, he stopped dead in his track.
"And Miah.. Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."
Warmth swallowed him whole. He counted to one, two, three– took a deep breathe and smiled.
"Good thing you'll never have to find out," He said playfully but meant every words. "Hold on, I'll be right here."
The way back seemed out of a dream. As he grabbed onto the trail, he thought maybe he did fell here and died. Maybe this was heaven. A well deserved one, if he may add. Smiling as he stood before your door still burst open in his panic, he looked at the mess he did.
Your coat hanger had been his savior in his almost-fall from the broken glass, and thus now laid in the entrance. The broken furniture along the white pieces cracked under his shoes as he made his way inside, taking in the sad state he turned your floor in. He closed the door.
The wolf was in his sheep's home.
Playing his role, he still walked around, making sure his steps resonated through the little home. Making sure you heard him. He checked your main room, the bathroom, the hallway.. And carefully knocked on the locked door of your room.
"It's okay to come out, there's no one out there anymore," He said gently, waiting a second before smiling at your hurried steps. You turned the lock open and before he could say anything else, you threw yourself in his arms.
His cheeks burned as he felt your hands grabbed onto his coat to hold him close. He could feel you shaking – a wave of protectiveness throwing him off his feet. His arms passing around your waist and shoulder, he held you back, kissing your hair.
"It's alright, it's just you and me here," He said maybe a little too happy about it. "You don't have to be scared anymore."
Nodding against his chest, you still stayed a little longer against him. He didn't complain for the world, enjoying every second you allowed him against you. But soon, too soon, you stepped back to pass a hand over your face.
He smiled at your messy hair and pouty lips before frowning at your large eyes. You gasped and the hand that held him so close before leaned on his jaw to cup his cheek. He had to be dead or he will right now.
"Jesus– What happened to you!" You shout worriedly as your hand dropped from his jaw to his hand, blushing as he saw you take the one he used to–
He let you lead him toward the bathroom, feeling slightly annoyed as you refused to even stop at the broken glass. Stepping around the mess, you pushed him to sit on the bathtub's side and he felt a hot wave passed through him. His lip.
Facing himself in the mirror, he cursed as he saw the bloody mark he had on his face. His lip had been far more cut far more deeper than he thought – blood heavily dripping down his chin onto his chest. Most of it could have been dried by now if he hadn't stop nibbling on it out of habit.
He could his teeth slightly darkening in the crimson tears as he did so right this second.
"Don't do that," He eyes lifted back into yours as you stood over him. Your fingers were gently wiping his lip clean, apologizing in the sweetest voice when he winced. "You're going to hurt yourself more. What even happened?"
He blinked, mind blank as you stood so close to him.
"I found him outside so I confronted him," The lie fell way too easily out of his mouth. "He tried to fight but he won't bother you anymore – I promise."
"Miah.." His cheeks burned at your tone, his hand pushing his glasses higher on his nose as a distraction. For God's sake, he had to keep it together. "You don't have to fight for me–"
"But I want to," He cut you, stopping your hand on his lips. "No one can hurt you without passing by me."
"But you got hurt.." You pointed out, your finger passing over the cut sending a shiver down his spine.
"And I will go through it again – anything as long as you're safe. And I will," He rose to his feet, feeling so confident he dared to step closer – close enough to feel your breath against his lips, blissfully hurting him.
"It's my job to keep you safe."
He didn't know he spoke out loud until your pupils dilated.
"You don't have to," You repeated but you were less assertive than before, your hand in his playing with the collar of his coat. Were you daring him to come closer? He felt himself taken over once more by your warmth.
"But I want to," He said again, as you lingered in the close embrace – your hands passing over his suede jacket. You weren't pushing him away but he was patient, always ever so with you. He dropped his eyes to your lips before looking back up at you, daring to go as far as to brushing his lips against yours. Maybe you needed a little boost from him – his fingers ghosting over your hips, lining the hem of your shorts. He did his best to contain himself but when you looked at him like that, eyes dark and lip bit, he wondered if standing still wasn't the hardest thing he ever did.
Barely holding out a moan, he still didn't expect you to actually dare to lean over him and crash your lips against his. He felt himself melt as your hands pulled him closer, fingers leaving his collar to grab on the tap of his neck. He gladly obliged, too happy to refuse such a gift, pressing harder on your lips and pushing you against the sink.
He could feel himself blush, your skin so warm against his fingertips as earlier yet this was so much more intimate. Your hand passed over his chest and before he knew it, you were tugging at his coat. Pushing himself off of you, he frowned at you confused before feeling the coat drop off his shoulders. How–
"Are you sure?" He asked, mouth agape but eyes dark with lust– Love. His hands stayed put on your hips to pin you against the sink as you tried to answer him with another kiss.
You stepped back yourself. Now you were the one confused, even looking slightly embarrassed. Absent-mindly pushing a strand of red hair you messed with earlier off his forehead, you sent him an unsure smile. "Aren't you?"
Taking in your exposed thighs, slightly lifted shirt, swollen lips and eyes on him, yes, of course he was more than sure. But as much as he wanted this, he needed to make sure you weren't throwing yourself at him just out of adrenaline. Not that he minded much so far.
Not sure when he got lost in thought, he was certainly brought back to reality as you pushed him closer, pulling him by his belt. Choking on air, his cheeks burnt red at your satisfied smile.
"I am if you are," Was all you said before stepping back.
The choice was clearly his and he felt overwhelmed by it. On one hand, he had everything planned for when the time would have come – on the other, you were looking so sinful right now, the crime would be not to at least take a small taste of you.
Lifting you on the sink and pressing you against the mirror, he groaned as your fingers pulled on his hair, getting him closer, warmer, eager. He was pathetic, he knew that as your teeth nibbling on his lip made him moan once more, but he guessed that's just the kind of effect you had on him. You made a mess of him. He was clay in your hands, begging for your touch and attention – he would shape at your liking as long as you played with him.
Feeling your hand pulling at his tie and throwing it somewhere on the floor, he shivered as your nails ghosted over his skin, pushing any clothes that could be in your way to him. The moan you let out as he grabbed on your thighs to put you against his pelvis sent a delicious jolt down his stomach. You were so soft, so warm, so sweet – he wasn't sure he could stay sane if you added on top of this your beautiful voice singing the most obsene songs.
You were so delicious, leaving the best taste in his mouth – he growled as you wrapped your legs around him and pressed more against him, as if possible. You were begging for friction. Hard again, he swore he didn't how you brought this out of him but he only obliged, his hands passing under your ass to help you grind against him.
Lips leaving yours to breathe, he felt even more breathless as he looked at you. You were perfect. It was no news, Jeremiah accepted this fact the second he first saw you – but this felt different. It was like seeing you for the first time.
Seeing you like that, desperate against him, eyes darkened by need and moaning his name, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to breathe again. Never had he seen anything as beautiful and immaculate as you.
You were his most perfect find and he knew then he wouldn't ever be able to let go of you.
He didn't know how he managed to lead you over the broken glass back to your bed without leaving your lips but he did – dropping you carefully on your back but following you as you pulled him on. Kicking off his shoes and socks somewhere, he attacked your neck – going on a quest to find your sweetest spots and discover how loud he could make you.
Your skin had a divine taste, as he knew you would – leaving marks as dark and red as his broken lip on every inch on skin getting under his mouth, he growled as you worked him out of his shirt. Tugging on his belt, his breath itched as you stroked him through his pants. The surprise probably bruised your skin under his tight hold as he fought another moan out but you didn't complain, pressing on even more.
You were becoming more and more daring, he noticed panting. As he stood paralyzed under your touch, eyes closed and focusing on his breathing, you took advantage of him – pressing your lips from his jaw to his shoulder to leave twins to your own marking.
But as he felt you try to push him off of you to pull off his belt, he took your hands in his. He gently pushed you back on the mastress before lifting your knuckles against his lips. He ignored your questioning eyes and worked back on his canvas, bruising your skin in loving bits.
Taking off your shirt, he didn't waste time to give your breasts as much as love as he did and will for the rest of your body. Licking and sucking on every tender spots, he felt rewarded in every gasps and moans, every tugs on his hair and praise passing your lips. Making his way down and down, he kissed your stomach as he crawled between your thighs, pulling down and down your shorts.
Biting down a smile as you groaned, disappointed to still be in your panties, he simply trailed his lips down your thighs. Playing with your patience, he colored your skin as long until you finally barked down your orders.
"Miah, please, just fuck me already!" Fighting himself not to exerce any kind of friction against his throbbing cock still trapped in his pants at your authoritative tone, he threw your legs over his shoulders.
You were a goddess, and you had to be treated as one. Him? He was just here to eagerly obey every wish you commanded.
Pulling your last underwear hard enough to hear them crack as they got torn, neither of you seemed to mind much. Mouth watering at the sight of your perfect lips and clit begging for him, he realized you were already so wet. Looking up at you, seeing you all flushed and breathing heavily under him, Jeremiah found himself develop a new addiction – one he knew would be stronger than whiskey or control.
His tongue finally passing over you, the longest, most sensual and attractive purr he ever heard escaped you. And he was the one who dragged it out from you. In this moment, any lack of experience or fear of messing up went out the window. All that moved him was his will to hear you get louder, the hope for your hand to never leave his hair and the pray for your legs to choke him to death.
Every lick, nibbling and sucking made you breathe out a different sound and he found himself loving this melody – his name breaking the beat making him harder and harder every time. He could cum right here, just by watching you get off his tongue. Eyes never leaving you, he watched as you shook and tremble before him.
This was the most beautiful sight he ever witnessed – far better than anything he caught glimpse off from outside. And he was responsible for it all. Growling as he felt you tense more than ever and pull on his hair, he gasped as you pulled him off you.
You were trying hard to calm yourself, breathing deeply and clenching your legs together. You were dying for release, and he could help you with that, diving once more between your thighs before being once more pulled up. Wincing at the strong hold you had on his hair, he found himself liking it a bit too much.
"Stop playing," Your voice was dark, sending a shiver down his spine as you pushed him up to taste yourself on his lips. He followed suit, crawling back on top of you to find back the sweet taste of your tongue against his before being thrown on his back.
He choked as you straddled his hips – his cheeks darkening as he felt his member twitch at the change of position. Hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you closer, his eyes grew wide as you made quick work of his belt. You had been far quicker than he did not even an hour before, he noticed blushing under your hungry stare.
Standing back up to help you take his pants off, he was sent back against the mastress as you pushed him down – your lips devoring his until you bumped against his glasses. Flushing, he hurried to take them off before you grabbed his wrist.
"No," You stopped him, kissing him deeply once more before getting down on him to pull his pants off yourself like he did with you – not wasting time with his boxer either. "Keep them on."
He felt himself shake as you once more order him around but it was nothing as you got back on him. Feeling your hot sex against his made his head turn and he had to deeply breathe not to make a fool himself. Hands gripping back on your hips and begging for contact, nothing still prepared him for the actual feeling of you around him.
If he thought earlier than he had reached nirvana – he was deeply mistaken.
Your hands on his chests as you rode him, he felt himself reach heavens he didn't even know about. You felt so perfect on him, like you had been made for him. And you had been here this entire time? Just waiting for him? He would scoff if he had any breath to waste.
Instead, he looked up at you – bathing in your light, getting lost in your eyes, breathing in your moans. His hands passed all over you, playing with your clit to your nipples, pushing your hair out of your face to grabbing at your ass to slam you harder on him – he couldn't get enough.
It seemed whatever you did, he would only crave ever more.
Sitting up, he slammed his lips back on yours – his need to put you closer too strong to deny. Feeling your shaking tired legs against his waist, he held your waist with one arm to help you in your pace – the other holding on your jaw never to leave your lips. He was out of breathe but he wouldn't mind leaving his last breath on your lips.
Your moans as he slammed into you harder than before brought a new twitch in his cock along your nails in his back. The rythmn of your hips became unsteady, exhaustion mixed with raw need making you both desperate for more, more, more, more–
You gasped in his mouth as he suddenly threw you onto your back. If he thought you couldn't get any louder, he was wrong. Your legs tightening around his waist, he slammed harder and quicker into you as you praised him so, bringing a new confidence in him. He was scared being rougher with you would hurt you but you took him so well, pulling harder on his scalp and digging deeper in his back.
The familiar ache of release was closing in, he could feel it. He was worried he was being too eager but as he saw you panting and biting your lips hard, he saw a glimpse of himself in you. Kissing you hard as he hurried the buckle of his hips, lead by your hands on his back, he felt a blind pain before a tingling in his lip.
You bit him?
And with that simple act, he felt himself cum all in you – leading you to your own orgasm. He slowed his pace, letting you ride out the pleasure. Your legs were still clinging onto him even if shaking. Putting his forehead against your shoulder, he tried to find back his breathing.
One of your hand was playing with the end of his hair while the other drew doodles on his back, the regular motion far more calming than any medicamentation or alcohol he ever took. Leaning to lay against you a little more, he let out a deep sigh. He felt so good here, right here in your arms.
For once, he couldn't feel the nagging feeling of needing for more. The intruding thoughts were all but present. For the first time in years, he felt at peace. His mind was restful.
Feeling your lips lovingly kissed his temple, he forced himself on his elbow to meet your gaze. You were wreck of sweat, cum and exhaustion but also love. You were together. You were one.
Jeremiah gently gave you one last kiss before pulling himself out of you. You both hissed at the lack of the other. It was new, to feel your absence, but you kept your hands on him. And without even questioning it, you took his hand as he offered you up. Now was time to take care of you, he thought as you let him lead you to the bathroom.
And now that you let him in, he wasn't ever going away.
•Warmest smiles and biggest hugs when he sees you.
•Always the last to let go in a hug. Trauma
•It’s like a kid at Christmas every time (doesn’t matter if it’s the 1st or the 1000st)
•He will stop Legion meetings to watch you walk by or go to you and just spin you in to his arms.
•Doesn’t expect you to be like him or to join him either, but if you did it’d be ideal.
•Always down to smash though
- You or some heads your choice.
•An actual gentleman for his S/O
•Dates are necessary, whether they’re snuggling couch dates with true crime documentaries or luxurious dinners (occasionally they’ll have to be on the run.)
•Will do anything to hear you laugh or see you smile
• Pet Name go to’s: Babe, Doll, Gorgeous, Prince/Princess.
•You’re his whole world behind closed doors or open.
•Compliment King. (Will melt if you compliment him back)
•Will show you OFF even if it’s just the legion. “Y/N looks gorgeous, don’t they?
- “Look at that smile. If I wasn’t already fucking I mean… dating them.”
•Attention whore will always touch you. safety/coping mechanism.
-hand on a knee, holding your arm, playing with your hair,
•PDA? What’s that?
•You mean: hand holding, wholehearted kisses, holding your waist as the pair of you walk.
•You say Kill he says Who.
•He dares someone to fuck with his S/O
•Heads up.
•Don’t.
Jeremiah *Post Spray * 🃏
•Unlike his twin he doesn’t love you.
• Why would he keep you around then?
•He’s obsessed with you.
•You’re cute but you’re still a piece of clay that needs to be molded.
•You’re not perfect yet.
•He’s not going to just let you go- you belong to him.
•Hella’ clingy, and if you’re not… well.
•You will be/ know it soon enough.
•The more you fight against him Oooohohoho.
•The more he’s enthralled.
- Fight, Fight harder.
• He insists.
•BUT do not push him.
•He’ll watch you squirm under the pressure to bend to his ideals. Happily.
•He will wants to break you in every way possible.
• Touch is reserved, it’s special and almost a reward depending how you act.
•Dear, Darling,Dearest, Sweetness are his names of choice.
•Rarely does he say your name.
-Unless you’re in trouble.
•If your compliant he’ll be weary, but he will spoil you.
-Clothes, Accessories, Books, Foods name it, it’s yours.
-Misbehave tho’ and it’s gone. Just like your freedom.
• He’s obsessed with the way you look: the way you wear your hair, how you smell like him.
gothamnetwork‘s july event: supporting/minor characters → 4/5 ; victor zsasz
I don’t... try. And I never stop. You won’t see me coming, and you won’t feel a thing. If we don’t get a chance to talk before then, it’s been really nice knowing you. You’re a good egg. Also, nice shot on Mario. Never liked him.
honestly ian and mickey didn't deserve to go through all this shit but at least now they forever have judging-rights when other people complain about their petty problems.
oh what's that lip? sex in an rv is kinda uncomfortable? lol we had to fuck in a freezer, a van and/or in public for years man
debbie is mad bc sandy is being a milkovich and won't talk to her after an argument? cute, mickey broke my leg once when i tried to talk to him about feelings.
aw you had a shitty date? oh did you get shot in the ass? did you get ratted out by your bitch of a half-sister and arrested by mp's? did you???
and it works in the other direction as well!
oh your boyfriend got you flowers? did i ever tell you about how mickey risked his life snitching on a cartel and took a prison sentence just to be with me? 💅🏻
had a good date this time? yeah but did you cry with ecstasy??
just literally anything nice happen to you? cool but did you marry the love of your life after being torn apart by life and painful circumstances and finding your way back to each other over and over again? did you lovingly gaze into his eyes as you held his hands in yours and promised him to love and to cherish him til death do you part? no? huh can't relate, sucks to be you i guess :/
I love you. What the hell does that even mean? It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.
Now that Mikhailo and Ian have given themselves to each other, with these vows and the giving and receiving of rings, I now pronounce you husband and husband.
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