Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Give me an O!

Warning - smut, kinky, sadism, messed up.

Cringing in annoyance, pathetic chanting burned through my ears as I sat watching the preppy cheerleaders sing and giggle, their pigtails swinging back an forth as they swayed excitedly. What I would give to be able to reach up and choke them with their pretty pigtails until their chants died and bubbled in their throat, their makeup coated faces turning blue. Biting my lip, I smirked at the thought, I knew I shouldn't be turned on by the image, but I couldn't help myself. My 'loving' mommy and daddy took me to a psychiatrist, apparently I'm a sadist, taking pleasure from inflicting and seeing pain. This revelation only made my parents hate me more. I was the black sheep of the family. My sister, a couple years younger than me, sat at the front of the bus dressed in her perfect cheerleading assemble as she flirted with her jock boyfriend and giggled with her prissy friends, she got good grades and was the school 'sweetheart', everyone loved her. I, on the other hand, regularly skipped classes, got into fights and have been in and out of juvie for years. The only reason I was on this stupid bus in the first place was because I was 'too unpredictable to be left alone' and so I had to stay by my sisters side when not at home.

Kicking my feet up onto the seat headrest in front of me, grinning when the girl sat in the seat flinched as my feet knocked her head, I leaned back in the seat to continue my daydreaming.

A loud honking of a horn broke me from my fantasies, leaning forwards to see a large oil truck cutting the bus off, causing the driver to slam the breaks harshly. A red head jumped from the truck, casually dancing up to the bus and knocking on the glass doors with his gun, more men climbing from the truck behind him, all dressed in strange straight jacket type outfits. Smiling manically, he climbed onto the bus, shooting the diver whilst a large man with a scruffy beard walked down the bus, handcuffing everyone.

The sight of handcuffs sent a thrill through me, sarcastically raising my wrists to be cuffed as the guy approached me, the red head still giggling at the front of the bus. The sudden realisation hit me as the red head started to talk, this was Jerome Valeska, the boy who killed his mother. I always do extensive research when a new murder pops up, and Jerome Valeska always stood out, he was a charming guy after all.

"I want you all to know, this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party." Jerome paused dramatically as he began to waltz up the bus, pointing his gun to the head of a crying cheerleader.

My veins filled with envious heat as I glared at the back of her head, I couldn't help but feel jealous of her. She had Jerome Valeska, who was wearing very sexy leather restraints, within touching distance as he held a gun to her head and all she did was cry? Ungrateful bitch.

"In the end, we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry." He muttered unapologetic as he got to the back of the bus, his gaze flickering over me in my normal leather attire instead of the cheap cheerleading outfits.

"You know, ginger, you could point that someone far more fun...unless you're just using it for overcompensation." Shrugging, I flicked my hand in the direction of the gun as he paused in front of me, a grin on his face.

"Oh?" His voice drawled as he sat in the unoccupied seat next to me, the gun pressed into my cheek, "And what's your name, gorgeous?"

"And why would I tell you my name? Where's the fun in that?" Tilting my head to the side, unbothered by the gun in my face, I reached out and licked the tip of the muzzle seductively, watching in pleasure as his eyes widened.

"Ooo I like you dollface." Leaning in with a predatory gin stuck on his face, his eyes filled with lust, he was interrupted by none other than my baby sister.