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[belathora]

I love your writing so, so much! Babydoll was my favorite! Could you possibly do a reader insert with Jerome for me? I was hoping for something like Babydoll but it's within the bus scene?

Not sure how great this is, but I hope you like it. If not I can always try again.

Pigtails

         Game Day. And you didn’t care. You tried to back out of going, it was your birthday after all. Why waste it cheering for a bunch of losers, the head loser being your boyfriend or rather ex-boyfriend. Apparently, it looks bad when the head cheerleader ditches her responsibilities. Even though Polly was practically in charge anyway. Miss ‘we took a vote, high-ponytails for the big game’. The look on her face when you decided on wearing high pigtails instead, totally worth it. You thought her head would explode when the other girls wanted to do pigtails as well. They didn’t because Polly would be the boss next year and you will be off to Gotham Univer--

      Interrupted thoughts. The bus wasn’t moving. There was a fuel truck from Hest Oil blocking the way. Good grief they just stopped in the middle of the road, morons. The men jumped out of the truck, they were armed and walking towards our bus. The girls and a few of the guys started screaming. You watched their approach, they looked like they were wearing straitjackets. The guy with the red hair danced around happily. He tapped on the glass part of the door with the gun he was carrying.

        Bad luck. “This is so your fault.” Polly hissed between her teeth, causing you to look at her in confusion. She was across the aisle from you, “If you had worn the high ponytail like everyone else.” Was she seriously blaming this on your pigtails, you just rolled your eyes at Polly.

        Shot. Once on the bus Red shot the driver. The sound was deafening to the ears in such a confined area. “Afternoon, Girls,” he glanced about,”and boys.” he waved to Warren and Billy. He looked about my age. “We’re going to take a slight detour kids.” Polly, bless her heart started to protest, heaven forbid we should be late for the game. Red skipped down the aisle until he was between Polly’s seat and yours. He poked her forehead with his gun. “You aren’t too quick on the uptake are you, sweetheart?”

       “Shut up.” The words popped out of your mouth, “Just shut up Polly. Mr. Triggerfinger just shot Mr.Loft, do you honestly think he gives a shit about a stupid high school football game.” And then you had his attention. His full attention.

         “Hello.” He did that weird thing some guys do, lick their fingers and run them over their unruly eyebrows. Ugh, why do guys do that, saliva covered eyebrows not that sexy. You had already looked away hoping he would go away, but that was wishful thinking, criminals can’t be ignored. He sat down next you as the big guy with him removed the dead bus driver. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him do that other weird thing guys seem to do a lot, the breath check, it’s never subtle. “I said hello, dollface.” You didn’t respond.

        Available. “So, are you seeing anyone?” What? He chuckled at the look on your face. The bus started moving, it was following the fuel truck. You suggested he go sit with Polly, that she’d be good for a romp. You weren’t interested. “Pfft. Too easy. Now you on the other hand,” He used his gun to inch the hem of your uniform’s skirt up, “You seem way more fun.” You pushed the gun away from your skirt. “You got a name, dollface?”

       “I like it.” Great the crazy man with a gun likes your name. You tried not to roll your eyes at him. This time he placed his hand on your knee and leaned in closer to you. “I don’t have a girl right now. Been a bit busy.” He slowly slid his hand up your leg causing goosebumps to form. “Soft skin.” He paused at the edge of your skirt, “Should I continue, (y/n).” The heat of his breath on your neck, your breathing more noticeable. “Want to be my girl?” A purr in your ear. “We can have so much fun, babydoll.”

       The bus stopped. “Well, end of the road of the kids.” He sat up in his seat and giggled. His face went serious as he turned to look at you. He leaned in hand still resting on your thigh, he gave it a squeeze. “Last chance, (y/n). The boys and I are about to do something real naughty, you can stay here with these losers. Or you can come with me, dollface.”

       Hand. You put your hand on his and his face split into a big grin. “Good girl. Just let Ol’ Jerome take care of you.” He hopped up out of his seat. Giving an exaggerated bow. “M’lady” You saw the look in Polly’s eyes. It should have made you feel guilty, but it didn’t.

[belathora]

#17 With Jerome Valeska x Reader?🤗

17 “Because I love you!”

I hope this was the prompt you meant Anon, if it wasn’t I apologize, hope this is acceptable.  

       “Well this puts a bit of a damper on tonight’s festivities.” Jerome pouted as he drove away from the raging fire, his followers started. He glanced at you annoyed that you weren’t responding. “Daddy’s very annoyed with his babydoll.”

        You cough up some blood, causing him to frown. “Sorry, Daddy.” It hurt to breathe, you guessed that some of your ribs were cracked, maybe broken. It felt like you were dying, it looked like it as well, though truthfully a lot of you wounds were probably superficial, you gave as good as you got. In fact, the bitch is dead so you gave better. You weren’t sorry for killing her, just sorry because you ruined the evening plans.

        “You are bleeding all over the nice upholstery of this lovely car, dollface,” He glanced towards the back seat, “You’ll have to send me the cleaning bill.” He burst out laughing at the look of terror of the elderly couple tied up in the back seat. Jerome’s fit of laughter almost ran the car off the road. Once he righted the car he gave you a serious look, “I wasn’t going to fuck her you know.”

      “She had her hand down your pants, Jerome.” You tried to shift in your seat slowly, pain shot through your body. He narrowed his eyes when he heard you wincing. “You should keep your eyes on the road.”  Jerome pulled the car to a stop inside a parking garage.

       “Time to ditch our chaperones.” He got out of the car, when you didn’t jump out he came around and opened your door. He poked and prodded your ribs, you wanted to bat his hand away but knew better than to do that. “I should leave you here.”

         You rolled your eyes at him, “Fine, then leave me here.”

        “Okay.” He walked away. Asshole. About fifteen minutes later you heard the squealing of tires.  You sat there eyes closed, “I changed my mind.” he shoved the wallet he took off the old man in the back seat, in your mouth. Him giving you the wallet to bite on was an odd moment of kindness. You gnash your teeth into the leather as the pain shot through you, as he walked you the short distance to a van. Jerome had already opened the side door before retrieving you from the car. He didn’t throw you in but he wasn’t entirely gentle about getting you in the van either.

        “Not sure why you are bothering,” Jerome grinned and leaned close to your ear.

        “Because, I love you.” He ran a hand through your hair gently then he grabbed a handful of it, you moaned in pleasure as he bit your neck.

        “Fuck,”You groaned as he continued to leave teeth marks on you neck.

        “That was Daddy’s plan, dollface.”     

[belathora]

Menagerie (4)

tags: @queencobblefreezestuff @aya-fay @awordwhichmeans @moaningvaleska  @multi-villain-imagines   If you wish to be tagged let me know.

part 3      part 5 

Characters : Merideth / Ophelia/ Dennis Lacey (OC) , Jerome Valeska

Contains : Jerome being a bit on the lewd side, some naughty language, suggestive gestures, reference to sexual relationship, reference to a violent act of jealousy, threats of sexual acts in view of fellow inmates/patients, suggestions of handjobs and things of an oral nature sex-wise If I forgot something let me know

         Jerome sat there staring at us, puppy-dog eyes so close, he even did a little whimper. “We talked about this Jerome, it is quiet time.”

          “Come on, how about  just a quickie, Fee.” Jerome lay down on the bench placing his head in our lap sighing. “How about a hand job? I promise to be quiet.” He started poking at the cover of my crossword book. The man can be so aggravating when he is bored.

          “Not right now, baby.” He started nuzzling into our crotch. “Jesus, Jerome not out here.” He had started tugging at our pants with his teeth. Giggling softly at the reaction he got.

          “Then come play with me, dollface.”

          “Just another five minutes can you seriously not wait that long, Red.”

          “If you aren’t done in five minutes I’ll whip it out and make you suck it right here in front of everyone.” He grabbed his crotch to make his point. “Show everyone how much you like me fucking your mouth.”

          “If you are going to revert back to being a juvenile, I am going to start calling you Junior, again.” I knew he was frowning. Jerome was trying to get a rise out of me, it amused him when I took the bait and annoyed him to no end when I refused to bite. “Well, I have hit a dead end on this one. So I guess we can go fuck to make you happy.” I recapped my pen and stuck it in the puzzle-book before folding it shut.

         “They put the answers in the back of those things, Blondie.”

         “That’s cheating, besides I ripped them out already. To keep Dennis from convincing me to peek.” I didn’t bother keeping the others a secret from Jerome, he pretty much declared me his girl from the moment I caught his eye. I kept my distance from him after that first time we had sex, it was great but I wasn’t keen on being all domestic with him. 

         Once he caught me getting friendly with a new arrival who was kind of cute, it had gotten to the point where tongues were getting to know each other intimately. Jerome didn’t say a word to me, but the next day the new guy was gone and I found a little box with a tongue in it on our bed. I was actually flattered.

          “Are you still mad at me for wanting to play with Merideth?”

          “She is terrified of you, I don’t understand why, I think you’re adorable.” I didn’t mention that she was so terrified that she would hide away to avoid being apart of anything sexual with Jerome, Dennis still didn’t like Jerome, but tolerated him enough not to hide away.

        Jerome sat up leaning into our body, I was half tempted to just let him do what he had threatened to do, a moment ago. It wasn’t something the staff could ignore, truthfully I worried that they’d keep us away from each other if we were that blatant. 

        I think it’s possible that I’ve fallen for Jerome, I haven’t decided if that makes me happy or worried. Perhaps, a little of both.

[belathora]

So...

I am half awake right now and planned to lay down for a nap in a bit. But before I do I wanted to do my what things I am working on post. 

Still working on a Leonard Snart request. I had to stop and when I returned to it the thought I wanted to get down had fled, so I will finish that when it returns (they usually do eventually). Hopefully it isn’t crap (first time writing him and not just talking about it). 

I think I may never get back to that Clue thing I was writing, my thoughts aren’t on it at the moment. I switched my efforts  to the Lost Boys fic for the time being, may have a fully formed chapter up for that soon. I don’t know maybe I will work on the Clue thing at some point. (I have the start, I know the end of it, it’s the getting there that has been alluding me.)

Got a fluff request for Zsasz and thing for Edward based loosely on a song (a new thing for me, I am inspired by some songs, but have never really based a story from a song, so challenge). Not sure how the final part of my defaced Jerome thing is going to go (smut-wise) and haven’t found a beginning for it, I know the ending. I have another three part Jerome thing that I will be starting soon (have titles for all three parts.)

I have a bunch of editing I have put off on the OCs, sooo.... I will probably have a bunch of things to post for them soon. 

I am sure I am forgetting something. But that is what I remember at the moment without grabbing my little notebook of things.

Okay nap is calling. ♥♥♥STQ

[belathora]

Wheeeeee...

I got one of the two fics I keep babbling about done and posted today. (Ignoring the fact that eventually I will have to start the third part of it, haha). Hopefully it didn’t suck, too badly. Mostly done with the Zsaszy smut, it is taking awhile mainly because someone (they know who they are and bless them for being patient with my procrastination) dragged me out of my comfort zone, so that kind of thing takes me longer sometimes. But since it is the final part of three and I’m not being pressured it should be done by tomorrow. 

I’d love to do some requests for some short thingies. I’d like to work on some pairings/ships Gotham for the moment. I can do some reader inserts as well.

Chatter is nice as well. 

[belathora]

so i’m working on my third part to my Jerome thingy it’s supposed to be a trilogy but if it goes longer than I intend I may split it in half, don’t think it will be up today, but maybe tomorrow or Wednesday, if the muse stays with me.

[belathora]

On a NCIS binge when a familiar face jumps out at me.