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NOTE : tis my first time posting something so I hope you guys like it or I’ll kms, I’ve been obsessed with Gachiakuta so I gotta share my obsession with y’all teehee.
Bf! Jabber the type to say “it’s ‘cuz I’m black isn’t it?” To piss you off even more.
Bf! Jabber the type to box the air around you and going “uss uss uss”
Bf! Jabber the type to fiddle with his rings while staring at you with hooded eyes as you speak.
Bf! Jabber the type to smirk when you get mad and pull you by your belt towards his lap, saying “I’m sorry ma, forgive me, yeah?”
Bf! Jabber the type to moan loud in public if you swat him playfully.
Bf! Jabber the type to look at you with the nastiest side eye during a serious situation, you both trying your best not to laugh.
Bf! Jabber the type to say “take me out to dinner first.” If you grab his thigh while he’s driving.
Bf! Jabber the type to give you nicknames like “ma”, “lil’ lady”, “ma’am”, “my girl”
Bf! Jabber the type to twirl you around after you put on the most cuntiest outfit.
Bf! Jabber the type to press his knees to the back of your knees to see you fold.
Bf! Jabber the type to grab you by the waist, pressing his cold ring fingers on your exposed skin just to see you shudder.
Bf! Jabber the type to take a fat ass chunk of your food after you asked him if he wanted a small bite.
Bf! Jabber the type to kick his feet while he texts you and say “girl you play too muchhhh” in his empty room while giggling.
Bf! Jabber the type to slap your ass as he passes through.
Bf! Jabber the type to rest his head between your thighs as he scrolls through his phone.
Bf! Jabber the type to shut up with the biggest smile when you tell him to shut up.
Bf! Jabber the type to laugh so loud at your joke just to go serious all of a sudden and say “it’s not that funny.”
Bf! Jabber the type to say something smart while you give him the most obvious question. “What are you cooking?” “Food.” “Jabber, I know IT’S FUCKING FOOD.”
Bf! Jabber the type to hit the dougie while you’re mid scolding him.
Steb brings you viennoiseries in bed for a sweet, cozy moment. Will something happen or will you behave like good friends?
Tags: Fluff, pining, Steb definitely has guilt and PTSD, slow burn, forced proximity, Steb is selectively mute, intimacy, sexual tension, handjob (m), dual pov
You sigh happily, all wrapped up in your cover, head on your fluffy pillow, appreciating to be on leave and not having to work for now.
You’ll stay in bed for maybe one or two more hours!
You sigh joyfully again, nuzzling into your pillow when something gently shakes your shoulders. You grumble and bury yourself deeper under the cover, determined to remain in bed no matter the cost.
That’s when a sugary and warm scent comes titillating your nose deliciously.
You shoulder is shaken again.
You sigh, defeated, pulling the cover off you and opening your eyes.
Steb is sitting on the side of the bed, looking at you tenderly. You blink realizing he bought two large cups of coffee and a bag of Viennoiseries that smell like good-quality butter. He tilts his head at you with a soft smile, putting the tray on his lap.
“Hi, Steb!” You mumble with a voice full of sleep, yawning behind your hand, “What did you buy us?”
He signs his greetings and carefully hands you one of the hot cups after you sit down. You recognize the logo of one bakery near your house where you go from time to time to get a cheer up.
Smells delicious.
You take a sip of the cup and warm, creamy delicious coffee invades your mouth. You smack your lips with satisfaction.
“What’s the occasion for you bringing me breakfast in bed?” You yawn again, still hidden behind your mouth of course.
His ears twitch and he explains that it is to thank you for letting him stay in his time of need. You gesture your hand to say it is nothing.
“No need to thank me for that, Steb.”
He shakes his head and insists, telling you that he was worried about the general security of the shelters he needed to go to and that even if he is an inconvenience for now he is more at ease here than surrounded by hundreds of stressed strangers in a cramped space.
You nudge him playfully
“Hey! You are not an inconvenience! You are my friend and I am here to help you.”
His cheek scales wave once and you think his cheeks get rosy... Na, you must be wrong!
He takes the paper bag and takes out a magnificent, golden, and crispy croissant making you drool just looking at it. He hands it to you smiling and takes out an apple turnover that looks just as delicious.
“Could I have a bite ?” You beg
He smirks and reveals another apple turnover and croissant inside the bag.
“You’re a chef!” You compliment him
His ears twitch playfully, his smiles stretching larger and you clink your Viennoiseries together with a light giggle before he signs something
“To better days!” You nod.
You both bite down your pastries together savoring this simple moment of intimacy, just eating good viennoiseries with a good coffee together.
You feel your heart pumping hard to be so close to him on the bed. Your breath must smell and you must have the pillow mark on your cheek, not even accounting for your disheveled hair!
You must be a mess!
Steb is neat and tidy, his hair well coiffed, smelling like cologne and his outfit is clean and smooth.
Oyoyoyoyoy...
You bite down your croissant again, moaning at the crunch under your teeth and the rich buttery savor melting on your tongue.
“Mmmmmmmmh... So good. It’s been so long since I had breakfeast in bed!” You muse, licking your fingers and lips.
Steb nods, his ears flapping with excitation as he savors his apple turnover. You are munching down when a low rumbling sound starts. You look at Steb biting down his turnover with controlled enthusiasm but an evident smile, his cheek scales waving...
Purring
Out loud.
Like he felt you fixing him, he turns to you mid-bite with questions in his eyes. You munch, considering the Vastaya in front of you, fascinated by what you are hearing.
He lowers his pastry to wave his hand in front of your face to make you react.
“I am just surprised you purr.” You push it away with a chuckle
He points to himself with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, you. I don’t think I ever heard you purr before.”
He purses his lips before taking one of your hands gently and pressing it against his chest, purring louder.
You gulp, a bit embarrassed, but you start feeling the vibrations through your palm, spreading into your skin.
It’s like caressing a big contented cat minus the fur...
“Wow...” You can only say, “It’s not disagreeable... It’s very relaxing.” You admit.
He shortly nods, his cheek fins and ears flapping around
And this time he is definitely blushing!
He slides your hand on his pecs to press it against his heart and you can hear the drumming through your skin
Steady
Strong
But calm
Alive
He extends his hand toward your own heart but stops at the last second, and instead, he presses two fingers on the artery in your neck, feeling your heartbeat through his fingertips.
“Is that a Vastaya custom or salute?” You try humor to relax the atmosphere but you can hear the tremors in your voice.
Steb nods, closing his eyes to focus on the warm flow inside your veins, bowing his head slightly. You imitate him and close your eyes focusing on the small waves you feel through the skin of your palm, listening to the wonderful sound of Steb’s beating heart.
This is sooooo... Soothing
You start to forget everything as you focus on the steady drum through your skin
Just him and you
Peacefully...
You let out a sigh, finally relaxing a bit when you feel his forehead getting pressed against yours, prompting you to open your eyes. Steb is still purring, eyes still closed, face relaxed, very very close to you now...
You let out a sigh before yanking your head backward hurriedly in a panick.
Steb reopens his eyes in a flash at your reaction, wondering what happened.
“I am sorry, it’s just... I did not brush my teeth.” You explain
You are already a mess, no need to force your morning breath on him like that!
He seems to think about it for a split second before nodding mockingly with a little smirk.
“Oh!” You gasp
You seize a pillow and slam it on his face
“How dare you Steb!” You shout giggling, “Me who thought you were polite!”
You keep assaulting him with your terrible weapon when he grabs one of his own to retaliate.
The next five minutes are a mess of limbs and pillows and feathers flying everywhere as you are entangled in the most merciless pillow fight ever.
You both laugh as you keep receiving soft hit after soft hit, the bag of treats on the ground. You slam your pillow on his skull and he changes strategies.
He presses his pillow on your face with one hand and uses the other to tickle your side mercilessly, prompting you to shout for mercy, falling on your side on the mattress, trying to get rid of his torturous fingers. Steb hops his legs over you to loom over you, dominating the situation completely as he tickles you with both of his hands now.
“Steb! Stop, please! I surrender! I surender!” You beg between tears of laughter, wiggling under him pathetically.
You try to push him away but he grabs your hands easily and presses them down the mattress above your head his chest shaking with laughter. You gasp for air under him, looking into each other, blood in the cheek and gasping.
You contemplate each other in that blissful moment until reality settles in: Steb is on all four above you, keeping your hand prisoner on the bed.
You gulp at your new predicament.
His laughter dies down as his gaze lowers from your eyes to your lips, fixing them, blushing and panting but undeniably... Interested as he takes a deep breath.
You purse your lips, not knowing how to react, a sensation of deja vu creeping on you.
He releases your wrists to slides his hand in yours gently
Tenderly
Slowly
His second hand comes brushing your cheek with his knuckles as he swallows hard.
You gulp under his caress, the softness of his actions sending your heart into such a frenzy you feel your mouth watering
Steb contemplates you gently, a small smile appearing on his lips as his blue eyes completely drown you
You lose track of the time, of your messy state, of the place
You are captivated by his heavenly face and soft grin
He intertwines your fingers together, lowering himself, and...
The doorbell rings.
You both jump out of your skin and Steb jumps off of you, hands raised and palms open in a plead of innocence. You push yourself against the bedframe, pressing your knees to your chest, heart beating like a forging hammer.
You look at each other, gulping, blood flowing to the cheeks, heart pumping, slightly gasping, you curled up on the bed and he almost flattened against the wall to put as much distance as possible.
“I uuuuuuh....” You try to start speaking, but nothing comes to you.
Steb bites his lips for a split second, starting to sign an apology when the doorbell rings again. He precipitately signals that he will see what this is and runs off the room immediately. You release a breath you did not know you were holding when you hear his hurried steps descending the stairs.
Steam rises to the ceiling, trapped in the tiled cramped room.
It would be suffocating for a human, but it is perfect for an aquatic Vastaya and Steb dearly missed the feeling of moist air in his lungs.
He sighs longly.
He had to take refuge in the bathroom to calm himself down and leave you some peace. Arms resting on the edges of the bathtub, lying in the water, letting his dry scales rehydrate. He almost lost control...
He almost slipped up again and kissed you.
What a fool he can be!
He mind-absently wipes his leg with a washcloth, letting his body relax in the warm water of the bath.
But he is so far from relaxing.
In fact, he feels on fire and cannot remain composed.
He feels needles of excitation in his skin and a tingling of urgency in his flesh. The delicious warm hug of the water cannot calm down the agitation of his mind and the energy of his body, the memories playing again and again behind his eyes, harassing him.
He rolls his shoulders, trying to let his muscles unknot themself, throwing his head backward and letting his body submerge peacefully. Like at home...
How he missed the sensation of water’s embrace around his flesh, showers just do not scratch the itch! Usually, he would not dare consume so much water as a guest but he felt the urgent need of comfort and you did not seem to care when he awkwardly came to give you your mail and asked.
You would have agreed to anything if it meant he disappeared from your sight at that moment.
He gulps, feeling guilty. He will sour your relationship if he doesn’t get his urges on a leash.
The first time was not enough of a lesson for him, he realizes. Apparently, he desires to get stabbed deeper in the heart or he would not have tried a second time!
What a fool he can be, really…
But it felt right at that moment, like a natural progression, a plausible escalation...
He let himself get blinded by that moment of intimacy and simple joy.
When was the last time he got to lash out so pleasantly like that, without fear of judgement?
Years probably... Since he became an enforcer and had to abandon his family and college friends behind for the mundanity and platitude of adulthood.
But with you, he feels truly at ease and comfortable. You probably did not notice due to his extremely reserved nature but he started to await the beginning of his shift with impatience to see you again, even though you spent all the previous days together to teach and mentor you.
Seeing your smile when you greeted him in the morning became second nature and expected and he immediately started to worry when you did not for whatever reason.
Were you ill or mad at him?
The anxiety was devouring him entirely and he always tried his best to give you back that smile in the little way he could. But sometimes he even managed to make you laugh and in those moments his heart rejoiced.
A perfectly normal reaction from a mentor to his protege, he thought, the desire to guide and protect his pupil.
When the time came for you to spread your wing away from his tutelage he thought that it was it, your time together was good but it was short and he would remember it fondly like he remembered all his former students.
But you came back to his memory a lot.
At different times of the day, he caught himself wondering how you were, if you put that perfume he adored to smell on you again, if you came to work late once again, if you had any new book recommendations you could give him if you ever crossed path again
Or he just
Wanted to see that smile as the first thing he saw at the beginning of his shift, craving that image of you waving and running toward him to greet him in the morning like you used to...
When he woke up in your bed, next to you this morning, and the first thing he saw was your peaceful sleeping face he could not help but grin. He delicately brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and you sighed in your sleep, inadvertently pressing yourself closer to him.
He had to fight the urge to hug you right there and here, to kiss your forehead and doze back to sleep with you in his arms
Like a...
Couple
He feared his heart was about to explode so he made the decision to leave the bed to take a walk outside to calm down.
In what mess did he end up seriously?
Sleeping in the same bed with the woman who makes his heart beat so fast. Steb has a solid grip on self-control, but he felt close to slipping too many times to his liking around you.
He just wants to kiss that cute nose of yours, to caress those soft cheeks, to hold your hand lovingly.
To... Get to know you deeper
Learn all the nook and crannies of your human body
Under his
In a loving embrace in the sheets.
Getting to explore the delicacies you can offer
Steb exhales, eyes fixed on the white ceiling.
Like it would ever happen, yeah! Your reaction was pretty telling.
But a man can dream, can he?
He can fantasize
And explore
In his dreams
In his thoughts
He feels a bit bad about himself, you look at him like a trustworthy superior and a friend and he can only think about tasting your lips and sliding between your legs.
Sweeping you off your feet and embracing you, listening to you talk about anything for entire hours.
Steb was never a man for a one-night stand and he would rather jump off a building than ask you for one.
But this night in the same bed will haunt him for the rest of his life... Like a curse and the sweetest poison to keep him awake with goosebumps at night. That fire in his veins spreading in his organism, making him pant and gasp desperately for a forbidden cure.
Deep down, he knows
Tasting your skin would be his ultimate damnation, but hell seems so sweet if it is with you
For you, it would be worth it...
He would bite down that forbidden fruit and get cast away if this is by your hand.
He could take the plundge.
Just for a taste
Just for a glimpse
He signs again as he lathers his chest with the soap slowly so as to not rough up his sensible scales.
The feeling of excitation and urgency does not leave him, it keeps coursing in his muscles and veins, awakening deeply buried instincts he thought he would never meet again
But a Vastaya nature is unpredictable and wild
Ferocious
Things nobody would never associate with Steb, always calm and tempered, always restrained.
Restrained is the term
A lot of people take him as a hard-working and serious, but ultimately mellow person.
Soft and gentle
And he is all of that
But also fierce
And ravenous
People never knew, how could they? Steb is a master at hiding his Vastaya’s pulsions.
But they tend to become hard to handle around your bright smile, your shining eyes, and your ravishing personality. He feels himself crumbling in your vicinity and needs to walk away to compose himself back or he fears he might do something stupid.
Like trying to kiss you after a pillow fight!
Steb sighs as reality settles in his mind
He fell
And he fell hard
He brushes his face with his wet hands as to ground himself.
Love
He is in love with you
How would he not in retrospect?
How could he not fall for you?
You so gentle, so straight and moral
So... Yourself
How could he have eyes for anyone else when you were shining so bright in his eyes?
And how could he not realize sooner the true nature of his sentiments toward you? He really is softening up!
Love
He is in love! With you!
He fell for a wonderful person!
Too bad it is not reciprocated...
He sighs but electricity courses his entire body as the word “love” resonates in his mind.
Your story might never happen, but right now, isolated and locked in your steamy bathroom, Steb is free to do what he wants
Free to fantasize
And explore...
As a man would
He leans over the bathtub’s edge and turns on the small radio station you keep in here to listen to music during your showers.
He is not especially vocal but even he can moan loudly.
He lets out a sigh and closes back his eyes,
Gulping, he lets his fingertips caress his solid neck, and grazing his gills. He sighs as his fingers gently travel to his wide chest, tracing his collarbone delicately before going south. He wet his hands and lather the water on his pecs as he takes a deep breath of anticipation, spreading his leg as wide as your little tub could allow him.
This tub is nothing like his, clearly meant for a human body, but the embrace of water is the same everywhere
It is a soft
As soothing
As secretive
Anywhere
He finishes lathering his chest with his palm and pursues his way further down, grazing his solid abs, sculpted by years of training, earned after hours of exhausting effort and dedication. He keeps receiving compliments about his athletic build when others get a glimpse of it.
Would you compliment him too? You said nothing when he undressed himself the other day.
Maybe he did shock you after all. He feels his abs contracting at the memory of that day... How you tried to modestly cover yourself from his eyes when your undergarments got wet
How he missed none of that spectacle...
How he could guess the peak of your bosoms, the roundness of your nipple under the wet bra. How he could trace the triangle of your pubes under the wet fabric of your panties
How he could inhale your raw musk, emanating from your human skin
How all of that combined dried his mouth and made him feel dizzy and...
Ravenous
And when you innocently touched his fins with your bare hand right after, sending shockwaves of raw, pure lust to his groin...
How hard he had to bite his lips to not moan out loud. He had to grab your hand to get you to stop or he would have grown an erection right in front of you. How shameful he would have felt, imposing you such a spectacle, revealing himself to you in such a crude way
His honor would have never recovered.
Thank the Gods he stopped you in time and he got to hide his loins in a towel, feeling safe once hidden.
But that new sensation of hunger did not disappear, unsatisfied it remained in his stomach to worsen and grow into powerful impulses of desire and lust. Impulses so difficult to bear and hide he had to smile politely and nod to everything you said all day long while that familiar tingling was titillating his hunger, sharpening his nails into claws and his canines growing into fangs
Again
Ferocious
And ravenous
A predator hiding in plain sight and you were just the perfect prey to sink his teeth into but Steb doesn't want to be a predator, he doesn't want to jump on high alert each time you enter his vicinity... He wants to be a reliable presence in your life, a shoulder you can rest on and a hand you can hold when you feel alone.
As a lover or as a friend, he would be happy to have a role in your life, as small as it might be.
Steb gulps as his fingertips trace the lines of his abs, feeling his muscles rolling under his skin at that touch
By the gods, what if it was your touch?
Your hands all over him?
It would be heaven...
His hand continues further as his breath gets stuck in his throat. With his large hand, he gently palpates his member in the comfort of the water, grabbing it in his fist gently to relieve the deep aching sensations he feels in it.
With the tip of his finger, he starts a circular motion on the green crown, pulling on the foreskin to reveal the head, and slides his thumb across it repeatedly. It immediately sends little waves of pleasure in his cock like a drop ripples the water surface satisfyingly, slowly hardening his member. He plays with his tip, thinking
Imagining
Fantasizing that it his your soft hand playing with him. That thought strikes him so hard that he loses his breath for a second as he gulps. He breathes deeply as the image of your hand caressing his cock gets more and more precise in his ebullient mind.
He imagines you in the bath with him, lazily strocking his awakening member as you chuckle at his juvenile eagerness as he cannot remain in place, tenderly kissing his cheek with the musical notes of your laugh rising up to the sky.
His shaft jolts at that picture and arises from its dormant state, gorging itself with blood, hardening, and heating up in the palm of his hand.
He cannot stop from imagining your soft body against his, the warmth and the curves, the nooks and crannies. He imagines you entangling your leg with his with a cheeky smile as you snuggle against him, hair wet but shining with a mischievous gleam in your eyes, ready to play with his hypersensitive body
Oh sweet Gods, he would let you do anything to him...
Play as you want, submitting to your whims, he would bow before your will.
What pace would you set? Would you play nice or rough with him?
Would you leave him exhausted of satisfaction or bring him to tears of overstimulation?
Would you nip his skin or bite it down hard, making him yelp in pleasure?
Would you make him beg?
Steb gasps for air as he strokes his length, brushing all the frills and sensitive scales of his girth roughly.
How would you toy with him? Would you let him take the lead or bring him to his knees?
He would let you do anything...
Anything to feel you against his naked body, to finally meet carnally, discover your inner warmth, and delect himself in the lascivious dance of your two bodies embracing each other...
He wants to play with you too, to explore your enthralling forms, to tease you to no end, to taste the salt of your skin and the savor of your pussy.
His leg jolts violently when this crosses his mind
He wants to taste your pussy, to lick you clean after your orgasmed, he wants to suffocate between your thighs.
He is an aquatic Vastaya after all, he is tailor-made for wet environments! He could go on for hours without needing to stop to breathe.
He could push you to tears of overstimulation!
How sweet would that be...
Steb leaves out a breathy moan as he feels his blood beating furiously in his cock as he plays with himself desperately. He throws his head backward with a dramatic gasp as he fists himself fast and hard, digging his nails into the side of the tub as pleasure courses his lower region so deeply.
Steb gulps as his moans get louder and louder as his fantasies get more and more precise in his mind, but the heavy air and music are there to hide his sin.
His leg muscles contract and relax repeatedly as powerful waves spread in his member. Steb is hyperaware of everything around him, all his senses on high alert for this intimate moment with himself. He can feel every single drop of water rolling down his scales and hear every minute breath the female singer takes between verses. He feels his cheek scales waving like a dance at the rhythm of his masturbation while his ears flap around, full of tension.
Steb feels every cell of his body coming to life in the comforting embrace of the water, and a furious blaze starts in his stomach, burning him from the inside, and ravaging him entirely.
His entire body is shaking with such a delicious tension, he feels like a rope about to break. Waves of bliss course his member hard like a rock he cannot help but thrust desperately in tandem with his hand.
He feels his orgasm approaching rapidly as a tsunami looms over the coast before reaching it, like an enormous wave darkening the sky.
He opens his mouth to let out a mute mewl, barely seeing anything anymore in the steaming bathroom, inhaling thick air deep into his lungs melted with your own scent that soaked into the walls of your house.
He wants to feel your body weigh him down a mattress, feeling the ambers of your desire on his skin, inhaling your human musk as he gets a taste of your lips at long last, exploring your flesh intimately until he can hear the music of your moans and mewls.
He wants to drown you in pet names and praises and compliments and love declarations but his treacherous vocal cords will never allow it so he will show it instead, dedicating all his time and energy to loving you tenderly until you beg him to stop.
He wants to feel your nails digging in his back as he makes sensual love to you, he wants to wear the scars of your passion in his flesh as a proof of eternal love.
He just wants you whole
Body
Mind
And soul
He wants to take care of you in every way possible, to spoil you rotten if you allow him to snuggle against you at night...
He wants your fire burning his skin, your touch subduing him and your love soothing his wounds.
Why is it so much to ask?
Steb feels his chest rise up and down rapidly as he gasps for air, losing his breath as he caresses himself in secret, his gasps and groans getting too loud to remain discreet. He lets himself slide under the water, gills wide open, the music muffled, only hearing his frenzied heartbeat.
His other hand travels his body, brushes his throat, caresses his inner thigh, or grazes his pecs as he masturbates furiously, his orgasm right upon him.
He needs just a little more
A bit more of you to push him beyond the arcanes of pleasure...
Like the tender caress of your hand
Or the warmth of your gaze on him
The bright light of your smile
The melody of your voice
And then
His thigh muscles contract hard as he feels a flame coursing his body, tensing it up hard as the tsunami reaches the shores and destroys everything in its wake. Steb screams, silenced by the water, his back arches in an impressive fashion under the assaults of pleasure as he cums hard in his hand. He is blind and deaf for a second as a powerful light explodes behind his eyelids, his toes curling in delectation. His semen gets lost in the soapy water, masking his actions.
Stebs feels his gills tensing up as they remain open, bringing as much oxygen as possible into his organism as the fog of his orgasm slowly settles down, leaving him disoriented but satisfied for at least a moment...
He remains under he water like in some sort of shock, breathing hard in the comforting water, he feels the electricity leaving his body like wave, settling down slowly as he comes down his high, gathering his mind still post orgasmic bliss
He makes the mental efforts to slow down his respiration, stabilizing his heartbeat until he feels calm and appeased, no lecherous thought coming to trouble him again
Prodigious the advantages an orgasm can bring to an organsim
Steb reopens his eyes, observing your ceiling through the water’s surface, slowly the notes of music reach him again as peace comes back into his flesh.
He needs to get a grip
A real one
Or even a friendship with you will be impossible
He pierces the water, opening his lungs wide as his gills close back
You leave your office after dressing up and dwelling on what happened in the bedroom earlier...
Steb reappeared to give your mail and left in a hurry, asking for a bathe
Away from you
It’s the second time he tried to kiss you, but this time you both pulled away... Steb is slowly waking up from his torpor and recovering his senses
So of course he is pulling away from you now...
You know it’s bad but you wanted him to kiss you, at least once, even if it was a mistake... Just once
You shake your head
Steb’s mind is still fragile after what happened in the war, how could you want him to give in to his confusion?
You raise your gaze as the door of the bathroom opens, Steb appears tidy in his uniform, eyes focused and determined.
“Steb...!” You start without any idea what you want to tell him.
He turns his head toward you and nods with a tight smile, but you can see a distance in his ocean-blue eyes like he is pulling away from you even more.
“I-huh...”
But what to say?
‘Kiss me’?
You’re not on the same page clearly.
Steb starts by signing that he is sorry for his inappropriate behavior, that you should not worry about it happening ever again, and that he hopes you can forgive him.
“Oh... Yes, sure. I’m not angry at you or anything...” You hope to reassure him.
Steb places his hand on his heart with a sigh of relief. He explains that your friendship is very important to him and that he would hate to destroy it for something stupid.
Stabbing you a little deeper with each sign
“I understand.” You admit, defeated.
Happy to be on the same page he nods again and starts walking away to the stairs.
“Oh, Steb!” You call him back.
He turns toward you once more, tilting his head in a silent question.
“I turned on my workstation, you can do your paperwork and stuff.”
He considers you for a second before nodding again, thanking you. He turns around and enters the office, closing the door and locking it shut.
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Can you do general NSFW headcannons (💐) for BTAS Jervis (yes another one for him even after all the other ones you did /lh)
NSFW Hatter Headcanons
Summary: 12 NSFW Hatter Headcanons
Word Count: 520
Content Warning: Sexual content & descriptions
A/N: I hope you enjoy, anon!
This man is gentle as gentle can be. Despite his exterior, he’s a gentle lover, and does not like to be rough. He prefers sex to be as intimate as can be.
That said, he’s also very shy and insecure about his body. It takes quite a bit of convincing to get him into a state of undress.
Not only is he shy, but he’s also inexperienced. And being around you, seeing you naked, makes him nervous. He stumbles over his words and doesn’t know where to touch you. At least not at first. But Jervis is a quick learner, and once he knows your body inside and out, he’s going to take his time.
Jervis doesn’t like sex to be rough and quick – he prefers it to be something slow, quiet, and intimate. He likes to take his time, exploring every inch and crevice and curve of your body like you’re a work of art. He doesn’t want to miss an inch that he can kiss or caress in some way.
Jervis most likes to use his mouth and hands. His hands are on the larger side, perfect to grip at you chest or thighs or ass. He’s definitely a boob guy – he can’t stop staring at their perfect, round shape, or the way your nipples pert and stand at attention when he takes the soft bud into his mouth to massage with his tongue.
However, because of his own nerves, Jervis is shy about you exploring his own body, too. His skin flushes with embarrassment, and he closes his eyes when you touch him. His muscles tense under your touch, stumbling over his words, unsure of what to ask for.
However, that doesn’t mean Jervis isn’t open to letting you explore his own body. He’ll lie there and let you explore him with your hands and tongue and eyes. His hips and thighs are particularly sensitive, and he can’t help but gasp when you graze the area with your tongue.
When it comes time for business, Jervis likes to take it slow. He enters you carefully, sighing at the sensation. He’s particularly a man of cockwarming, and would sit inside of you for hours if he could help it.
Jervis prefers to be on top, you on top, or side-by-side sex. While he likes doggy, he prefers to have to be close and look into your eyes while he fucks you, and finds doggy too be too impersonal for his taste.
10. Jervis is generally on the slightly larger than average size. He’s not huge by any means, but his cock is the perfect size to get the job done.
11.) Jervis fucks you slowly, preferring you keep your eyes on him the entire time. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear and buries his face in your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.
12. Jervis is also a cuddler. When it’s over, he prefers to spoon or let you lay on his chest. He really likes keeping you as close as possible and never wants to let you go.
Hello!! I'm new to sending request and a bit nervous but I was wondering for the Valentines event if I could request the prompt "🌹= Single Rose" ♥️💋 with the prompt 48. Enemy caretaker for BTAS Mad Hatter x reader where the reader and Jervis are enemies
Thank you and I hope you have a good day!!!
Until Next Time
Summary: As a nurse at Arkham, the last thing you want to do is treat Jervis Tetch - but things take a turn when he begins to consider you as his new Alice.
Word Count: 2.0k
Content Warning: Nonconsensual kissing.
A/N: Ahhh anon, don't be nervous about requesting AT ALL! I really hope you enjoy this request. I don't normally write for BTAS Hatter so I hope I did okay haha.
You were running late.
Traffic had been backed up for an hour on the way to Arkham Asylum. Your job as a nurse was already on the line as it is, with looming budget cuts and a lack of funding. Frowning, your heart hammered in your chest as you pulled up outside the asylum, the building looming over you; it was shadowed by the dark night, and a bolt of lightning struck across the sky. You parked your car and got out, shivering at the cold breeze as it whipped around you – but something else caught your eye, something large parked out front: the Batmobile.
Great. This was just what you needed. Who could Batman be bringing in now? There were plenty of criminals out on the run. The Joker, the Riddler, Poison Ivy – all of them had escaped weeks ago, but one in particular, the Mad Hatter, made your stomach twist in knots. You really, really hoped it wasn’t him who Batman had brought in. Jervis Tetch had never been your favorite. In fact, you had to admit, you kind of hated him. His proclivity for Alice in Wonderland annoyed you to no end. The constant rhyming, the references to the book – God, was it annoying as all hell. You’d never cared for the book, either, finding no fascination with the story within your life. Whatever he saw in it, you’d never know.
Frowning, you made your way inside the asylum. Dark halls greeted you, the smell of must and mildew clinging to your nose as you entered, hurrying into the staff room to put your stuff down. Sweat beaded on your brow as you rushed to your locker, the cold, metallic room filled with lockers surrounding you on all sides.
“You’re late,” said your friend, Bethany, who was sitting a nearby table.
“Sorry,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Traffic was backed up like crazy.”
“Well, we’ve got a whole lot on the books,” Bethany said. “And Batman hauled in Tetch tonight. Beat him up pretty bad. You’re gonna need to take a look at him.”
That made you still. You frowned, your insides clenching tightly, agitation rippling across your skin. Disgust rumbled in your stomach as you rolled your eyes. “Just what I needed tonight,” you muttered.
Sighing, you quickly changed into your uniform and headed out of the room. Heart beating heavily against your chest, you made your way through the dark, quiet halls until you reached the infirmary. Luckily, you saw no sign of Batman, but there were two guards posted right outside the infirmary doors. The heavy stench of antiseptic and chemicals filled your nose as you nodded to them, letting them know you would be fine. Jervis was dangerous when he had access to his mind control abilities, but without them, he wasn’t too much of a threat. The guards shot you a look before returning to their rounds. The heavy smell of antiseptic and chemicals filled your nose as you peeked your head into the infirmary.
Right away, you spotted Jervis Tetch on one of the nearby beds. There was a bruise on his left temple, his nose bloodied, a gash above his right eyebrow. His eyes were cast downward, his blue costume ripped and dirtied, his hat set aside on the bed beside him.
You sighed. What a miserable little man, you thought.
Swallowing down your irritation, you stepped further into the room. Well, best to get this over with. You’d bandaged his wounds and send him back to his cell. The quicker you got this over with, the better. Jervis looked up as you walked inside, but his eyes immediately hardened at the sight of you, his lips peeling back in a sneer.
“Oh, it’s you,” he muttered. “The Red Queen.”
You frowned. The Red Queen. That’s what he always called you. Seeing you as an enemy against himself and his own pursuits. You still didn’t quite understand the meaning of it, but you didn’t care much, either.
“Hello, Jervis,” you sighed, wandering to the side of the room to begin pulling on some gloves and grab some bandages from a nearby counter.
He clicked his tongue in distaste. “Can’t you send someone else in here?”
“Sorry, but you’re stuck with me,” you said. “Believe me, you’re the last patient I wanted to see tonight.”
“The feeling is mutual,” he muttered.
You frowned, fighting your scowl. God, was he annoying. You would’ve given anything to treat the Joker instead of Jervis right about now, and that was saying something. Once your gloves were on, you turned back to him, wandering over. The breath caught in your throat as you approached. Now that you were closer to him, you were beginning to realize the extent of his injuries: the bruises and the blood, just how damaged he looked. Batman’s fists must’ve done a number on him. You pulled up a nearby chair and sat down in front of him.
“Stay still,” you muttered, as you prepared a piece of gauze with some alcohol on it. As you reached forward to place it on his gash, he jerked back and hissed through his teeth.
“Ow!” he hissed. “Can’t you be a little more gentle?”
“And can’t you sit still?” you asked, fury burning through your veins.
He scoffed and wave his hand. “Your touch leaves much to be desired, my dear.”
You blinked, taken aback by his words and you leaned away slightly. “Don’t call me that. Now sit still and let me treat you.”
He frowned, but you caught eyes with him for just a moment – but it was a moment too long, nonetheless, and his gaze hardened the longer he looked at you. Your insides squirmed and you looked away, peeling your eyes from his own. His stare burned holes into your skin, and you suddenly felt a pang of regret for being so mean to him, so curt. He was a patient here, after all; maybe you needed to be kinder. You were a nurse, after all.
“Please,” you said again, a little softer this time.
He hesitated, before nodding, relaxing into h is spot on the bed. You reached forward, gently dabbing at the gash above his brow. He winced, but didn’t pull away this time; he was quiet as he let you work, continuing to bandage his wounds, ensuring they were properly cleaned and covered to prevent infection. He smelled of sweat and something metallic, something like gunpowder and a factory. Perhaps that’s where he’d been staying for weeks. But as you worked, you felt his eyes continuing to burn holes in your skin, as if you were something to be studied.
You frowned. “You can stop staring at me like that,” you muttered.
“Like what?” he asked, curiosity lacing his tone.
“Like…” God, you didn’t even know how to explain it. All you knew was that the way he stared at you made your cheeks flush and your insides warm. With fury or desire, you didn’t know which ruled you more.
“I’m simply curious, is all,” he said. “About whether you’re still fitting to be my Red Queen…or something else.”
“You better not call me Alice,” you muttered, before he could continue.
He paused, his brows raising slightly, but he remained quiet. As soon as you were finished with bandaging his last wound, you sat back and stared at him, your eyes narrowed. He stared back at you, but as he reached for his hat, he winced, cradling his arm in his hand.
You quickly looked him over. “You might have a sprain,” you said.
“Can you grab my hat for me?” he asked.
You sighed. The last thing you wanted to do was encourage him, but you grabbed his hat anyway, the material soft against your fingertips. You turned back, watching as he continued to cradle his arm in his hand. Sighing, you placed the hat back onto his head, but as you did, something inside of you shifted as your heart leapt into your throat. He gazed up at you, before smiling, his lips twisting into something strangely pleasant and warm.
“Stop smiling like that,” you muttered, stepping back. But as your arms dropped to your side, his hand suddenly shot out, snatching up your wrists – and in that moment, you realized he had been faking his sprain.
“You know,” he said after a moment. “You’re much better suiter to be Alice than you are the Red Queen.”
You paused, his words taking you aback, blinking as you tried to process what he said. Your mouth went dry, panic crawling up your throat.
“Or are you better suited to be the Red Queen?” he asked, almost a curiosity in his tone. “To be the enemy of Alice? To all of Wonderland?”
“Jervis…” you said, your tone testing. “Let go of me. Right now.”
“But, my dear, don’t you see?” he asked, rising to his feet. “We can be more than enemies. Aren’t you tired of this little dance we do time and time again?”
His words were like a slap in the face, like a knife being thrust into your heart. His hand tightened around your wrist, fingers digging into your flesh. Ever since you’d started working here, you had done this strange dance with Jervis: the hatred, the insults, the glaring at each other every time one of you walked by. That fire burned in your belly as bright as a dying star. Fury filled your eyes as you yanked your arm from his grasp.
“You are crossing a big line, Tetch,” you said, a warning in your tone.
“Oh, but alas,” he said. “I think I’ve far from overstepped.” He smiled, a wide-toothed grin, his eyes alighting with desire and desperation.
You gasped as he closed the distance between you two, and in one stride, he grabbed your face between his hands and pulled his lips to yours. His mouth tasted of blood and sweat, but his tongue brushed against your own as you gasped. His hands were warm on your skin – and a sudden warmth trickled through your veins. It had been so long since you’d been kissed, so long since anyone touched you – and there was something deeply primal about kissing a man you hated so much. The gauze fell from your hand and fluttered to the floor, and you relaxed against Jervis, letting him kiss you as you kissed him back. One of your hands came up around and fisted in his light blonde hair, twisting your fingers in the strands. He was warm and soft as his body pressed against your own, as sick desire twisted in your own gut. Warmth pooled in you core, alighting inside of you, and you moaned into his mouth.
His hands tightened around you as he pushed you back against the nearby counter, his warm body enveloping yours. His teeth nipped at your lips, and you pushed yourself harder against him, grinding yourself into him, desperate for more.
“God, I hate you,” you whispered, though you couldn’t pull your lips away.
That made him chuckle, a low rumble deep in his throat. “And I hate you just as much, my dear Alice,” he murmured.
But just as his lips found yours again, footsteps down the hall suddenly made you pull away. You gasped as the realization of what you were doing – that you were kissing a patient – made you step farther back, putting distance between the two of you. His eyes widened, his mouth falling agape as the two of you stared at one another. But you gritted your teeth and scowled, realizing just what you’d done. Words died on your tongue as you stood there, heart hammering against your ribcage, trying to process just what you’d done – but with an angry huff, you turned on your heels and raced out of the room.
“Until next time, Alice!” he cried as you stormed out of the infirmary.
But as you stormed down the hall, fury burning in your stomach, you couldn’t help but smile.
