Some he's for how the TADC cast would react to gn!reader kissing them in the middle of them rambling about their interests or arguing as like a "shh. You're talking too much" Obviously with the TADC cast being in an established relationship with gn!reader
INTERRUPTING YOUR TADC SIGNIFICANT OTHER MID SPEECH WITH A KISS
Pairing(in order): Caine xgn!reader, Gangle x gn!reader, Jax x gn!reader, Kingerx gn!reader, pomni x gn!reader, ragatha x gn!reader, zooble x gn!reader
tags: sfw, fluff, lots of smooches, Caine set after ep 5, Pomni set during ep 7, mention of jealousy (reader) in ragatha's, Zooble set after ep3, Use of they/them pronouns for Zooble W.C: 3,4 I got carried away
A/N:i love this ask. ANON, POOKIE, YOU BIG BRAIN GENIUS, THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST! I used the line you gave for example only in Jax part.
ﾟ.+:｡Caine - set after ep 5
"They hate my adventures! They rather the suggestion boxes over my adventures!" Caine continues to cry. Ever since returning from the last suggestion box idea of 'Good ol' fashioned softball', Caine has brought you into his office. Shoving you onto the couch so he can climb onto your lap and bury his front incisors, toothy face, into your chest. All without a single 'hello! My love, how are you?'
Yet you still do your part as an adoring partner by rubbing his back and letting him vent his fears. "Caine, that's not true."
"Yeah uh," Caine speaks into your chest, arms tightening around your waist. You can't help but chuckle at his childish act.
"Caine," you softly call for him, leaning back to gain eye contact. Making sure he believes your words. He protests a little, wanting to keep as physically close as he can. It's with calling his name in a warning tone that he finally relent.
He looks up from his spot on your lap with wide watery eyes, the teardrops hanging remind you of Gangle's Tragedy mask. "They do like your adventures. And it's by your creation that make the suggested adventures fun! They like what you made with it." You try to point out. Try to reason that it's all by Caine's hands that everyone enjoyed themselves. That he did a really good job today!
But Caine gasp loudly, shooting up to roughly grab the front of your shirt. Tears fall in waterfalls as he listened to what he wanted to hear. "So they do love the suggestion box more?"
"What? No- Oh, for the love of—." You sigh. Watching as Caine ignores you in favour of crying. A tissue box appears, floating by for Caine to grasp handfuls of tissues to cry into. You're starting to think he's just crying because he thinks hes suppose to. Like he's playing some sort of role of upset boyfriend to—
Your eyes widen at the realisation. That Caine, while voicing real fears, is simply looking for your attention. Having to watched you with the others all day. Not being able to share a word together. He must have felt neglected and now plays the role of a needy boyfriend to correct it. Well, if he wants your attention, who are you to decline the request?
You push the tissue box away as he reaches for it. When he turns to face you with his tears stopped, and the saddest kicked puppy dog expression. You move to take the tissues out of his hands. "Hey?" He sniffles quietly. Confused by your actions. You ignore him in favour of grabbing his jacket and pulling him into you.
Pressing your lips to his bottom row hard. You let the kiss last, feeling Caine freeze in shock in your hands. Feel him hesitantly place his hands on your biceps, like he's in disbelief that the kiss is happening. You pull away gently.
"Darling. The adventures are fine." You firmly state, ready to comfort him, only to blink owlishly. Staring in surprise at Caine, stuck frozen as his eyes play the blue screen error message.
ﾟ.+:｡Gangle
You and Gangle are hanging out on the couches in the main area of the circus. You both decided to spend time together in the calming quiet by body doubling. Doing your own task in the company of others. No pressure to fill the space with conversation, just having fun with your own respective hobbies. While basking in each other's company and the feeling of belonging
It's a relaxing part-time activity that you and Gangle do frequently. When you first started dating, still nervous and jittery with butterflies, you would sit on your own couch. Scared that by being too near, either you or Gangle would act like a fool. But now, you're able to share a couch. Enjoying being close within your own bubble. As you sit on one end of the red couch, Gangle is sitting on the other side.
Well, you were enjoying it for most of it but got brought out of it by Gangle's harsh scribbles. You can hear the pencil she uses press into the paper roughly. Her soft grunts of frustration are slowly becoming more frequent. While the more hunched and round her shoulders become.
You spent what has to be a full minute watching her erasing her work, drawing, erasing, over and over. You can't ignore it any longer and place your item down. Scooting down the couch towards Gangle, stopping to sit beside her.
"Gangle?" You softly call out. Not wanting to scare her, but she jumps anyway. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice you approaching. She looks up with her Comedy mask eyes widen in surprise. Her hands frantically hiding her drawing.
"Oh-oh, hey?" She greets weakly.
"What's wrong?" You smile, trying to ease her, but your worry is clear.
"Its nothing." Her shoulders relax, turning her gaze towards the floor. "It's dumb." She mumbles, moving her hands to hide in her note pad instead.
"No, it's not." You reassure, and Gangle simply shakes her head. "Talk to me." You softly inquire, watching as she mulls it over. "Please?" Gangle lets out a sigh, giving in to your request. Slowly turning to face you. She struggles to get her words at first, but manages to find it.
"I'm just- I'm practicing anatomy from what I can remember back out of the circus." She stops to let out a nose of frustration, her speech picking up in speed. " And its not- I can't do it right! It looks so bad! I don't know why, maybe it's because of my hands? " She takes a moment to stare at her ribbon hands, and you feel your heart sink at the negative talk. Gangle continues and you know you need to stop her. But she's becoming self-centered, how can you grab her attention?
"Like, it looks really bad-" You cut Gangle mid-speech to press a quick kiss to her mask. Softly touching the cool porcelain mask in a feather-light peck. "Let me have a look?" You mumble, your breath hitting against her lips.
You're a little frightened that you've crossed a line, but manage to pull back. You don't see an angry or uncomfortable expression. Instead, you see Gangle's eyes widen with her mouth dropping open, completely caught off guard and stunned by the feeling of your lips. She silently nods her head with the same expression and hands her stretch book. You take the pad, as she remains motionless.
ﾟ.+:｡Jax
You're relaxing on one of the many couches in the main area of the circus, reading a book. Having found it while exploring your room. After all, how could you resist a title like 'Guide to Having Fun on a Great Adventure Made by Your Beloved Ringmaster' with a black and white picture of Caine sitting at a desk.
Jax spots you, minding your business and takes advantage of your inattentiveness. Quickly but quietly, Jax approaches from behind. Being mindful of the bucket full of water. Step by step, Jax reaches the couch and carefully lifts the bucket. Pass his hips, pass his shoulders, until he's holding it above his head. Ready to dump it onto you.
"Don't even think about it, Jax," you sternly warn, not looking up from your book.
"How'd you know it's me?" Jax groans. Water sloshing around as he lowers it from above his head. Still raised high enough as if he's thinking about going through his prank.
"I can sense you," Jax lets out a disbelieving snort at that, "and you're not pranking me." Jax has been on a hot streak lately, messing around with everyone in the circus. First, with Zooble, by making them join today's adventure and proceeding to push them headfirst into, well, everything he can. Next, he bothered Gangle with his usual teasing. He even pushes Pomni in the way of an incoming truck — again.
But it didn't end with the adventures. At the circus he managed to place centipedes in Ragatha's room and even attacked Kinger by placing a sink bomb in his pillow fort. He's been a done right menace. Not even the title of his significant other will protect you from experiencing your turn, as you escape your fate by a well-timed jab.
"Oh, me? Prank you?" He bends to place the bucket down, not spilling any of the water. Deciding against following through with his plan. "Now, why would you think so little of me? Aren't I your little guy?" Jax jumps onto the couch, plopping himself beside you with his arm draped over the backrest behind you, his yellow glove hand resting on your shoulder. He looks at you with his best 'innocent' expression.
You spare him a side eye and return to your book.
"Well, since you're being a spoil sport. How about helping me with some new ideas?" Jax doesn't wait for an answer and moves to place his head on your lap. Lying down, he begins to list out new pranks to pull on the others.
You tried to ignore him, block him out by reading your book. But Jax waves his hands along with his words, bumping your arm. Cause you to lose your place. Or he'll purposely move your forearm, the one holding the book, to the side so you have to look down at him.
Getting annoyed, you cut him off in the best way you know. You snap your book shut and set it down. The loud noise cuts Jax off, yet before he could tease you, 'am I bothering you?', or any other remarks. You grab him by his ears.
"Hey!" Jax warns, glaring lightly at the feeling of you tugging his ears back. Tilting his face, as you bend your back to reach forward. Pressing your lips roughly onto his. The angle of your lips is off, but the feeling and intention are enough for Jax.
You feel Jax returning the act, lifting his head to press his lips against you. His guard lowers as he loses himself, getting lost in your touch as he focuses on your lips. Having him exactly where you want him, you pull apart, using your grip on his ears to prevent him from chasing after your lips.
"Shh. You're talking too much," you whisper against his lips. Then, letting go of his ears, you push him off your lap. Jax lands on the ground with a loud thud, watching from his spot on the ground as you get up and walk off with your book in hand.
"Hey!" He calls after you, but you continue to ignore him. "You can't play dirty! Come back here!" Jax cries out as he swiftly stands up and chases after you.
ﾟ.+:｡Kinger
Kinger couldn't sleep tonight within the pillow fort, you tend to stay up later than him. Mostly letting your thoughts wander over nothing in particular. You saw him shift, turning and tossing. Cuddling up to you, then letting go to flip on his other side, only to roll over and return to press up against you.
You ease him through it. Quietly call out to him, asking what's wrong. Thankfully, the dark of night and the pillow fort allow Kinger to center himself and be able to explain cohesively that he simply has too much on his mind.
You're able to encourage him to talk things out. Moving to sit beside each other. After letting out his concerns, Kinger still couldn't fall back asleep. Which is where you find yourself now, still sitting with your backs against the soft, sturdy pillow fort walls as you get Kinger to share bug facts he can remember.
You didn't mean to tune out his words; you were quite interested in what he had to share. But something about how animated Kinger gets, speaking with such excitement. Moving his hands softly as he explains facts he wouldn't normally be able to. sitting close enough to be able to see the way his eyes shine, lighting up from his passion. Those little chuckles he lets out as he makes light jokes have you swooning. You're trying to concentrate, but your mind is constantly drifting. Fighting down the urge to kiss him.
"Oh! I believe the Blue Morpho's life span is encapsulated in," Kinger looks away from your eyes as he concentrates on the fact,"…um, hundred days? No, that doesn't sound right? Oh!" He clicked his fingers, his eyes lit up at remembering as he meets your gaze, "It's one hundred fifteen days! Just under three-!"
You very quickly lose the fight and give in to your impulse. Bringing your hands to cup his wooden face, moving swiftly to press your lips in the space his mouth would appear during the times he needs to eat. Softly pressing your lips onto the wooden texture, gently as if you're holding something precise and important.
You feel Kinger's hand holding onto your shoulders. Thinking he's trying to tap out, you pull back. Feeling embarrassed by how suddenlt you give into your urges. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. What were you saying?" You giggle sheepishly.
"I don't remember," Kinger slowly sound out his words as his eyes lock onto your lips. He leans forward and reconnects for another kiss. Softly pushing you to the ground, as he leans above you.
ﾟ.+:｡Pomni - Set during ep 7
The group talks over the plan that Abel, the supposed human who slips right under Caine's many eyes and remains stuck in an NPC body, proposes for exiting the Circus. It feels like the tipping point, the last hurdle they have to push through. The last race they have to give their all, trusting each other as they assign each other their parts in order to achieve their goal.
Pomni vouches for Abel, encouraging others to hope and convincing Jax to at least try. Yet she feels her own confidence waver when she studies your expression. You've been keeping a neutral expression during the discussion. One that Pomni, who likes to believe she knows you best since she's your girlfriend, can't read. She can't tell if you believe in the plan, if you're nervous or doubtful.
A need to talk to you arises, because if you don't believe in it, then maybe it is a lost cause.
The group breaks up to move forward with the plan. Jax is going to distract Caine. Pomni with Ragatha will accompany Abel to obtain the admin passes. While you remain with the others. Pomni watches you walk with Zooble and Gangle, not even giving her a glance. Her stomach twists as that tugging, nagging sensation in her chest telling her to go to you becomes stronger.
"I-I just be a second." She holds a hand out to Abel and Ragatha. Sparing the duo a glance as she rushes after you.
You hear your name being called and turn to see Pomni. With your attention on her, she slows down and comes to a stop, an arm's length in front of you.
"Pomni?" you tilt your head in confusion.
Now in front of you, Pomni isn't sure what to say. She fiddles with her hand as she debates on outright asking what you think. You take a step forward, and Pomni decides to be a little bold in her approach. She reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers.
"I know, this plan from Abel is—um, a long shot. But, if we have a chance of escaping we need to take it. " She begins, fiddling with your hand. "And if we do leave, we'll be able to see each other. Really see each other. And go on a real date." Pomni grip tightens as she suggests her biggest hopes.
Hopeful it entices you to agree, to help with the plan. At the sight of your amused expression, she realized her words could sound dismissive of the time already spent together.
"That's not saying our dates in the circus aren't real! They are." Pomni quickly backpedals, trying to smooth things over in case she offends you. " They're all nice! But um, it'll be ever nicer not to get interrupted with one of Caine's promotional videos! I don't even know why he does those-"
You lean forward to place a kiss on Pomni's cheek, silencing her worries and confusion about the mystery of Caine's ad videos. You were a little confuse on why Pomni started to ramble about the plan again. But at the mention of a real date. You feel your heart skip a beat, recognizing her listing out the reason to push forward. Feeling touched by her effort to reassure you, despite not needing it.
"You worry too much, of course I'm in." You softly reassure her, placing another quick peck on her cheek before pulling back.
"Oh, right," Pomni feels dumb for thinking the worst. Of course, your mind was busy about home; everyone is putting their hope on this. "Sorry. I just noticed you didn't react, and um." She brings a hand up to her cheek
"I was just lost in thought about leaving." Affectionately rolling your eyes at her with a fond smile. You squeeze her hand. "We should get going." You remind her, nodding towards Abel and Ragatha, who stand some distance away.
"Yeah, " Pomni looks past you to see Zooble and Gangle waiting some distance. Remembering the pressure of the plan but not having the desire to leave. Pomni finds any excuse to make sure your departure, even for a short moment, will be on a better note than her fumbling her words.
"… By the way, you missed." She teases. Her smile widens as she watches your adorable confuse expression. "Your suppose to kiss here." She points to her lips. Simultaneously tugging your clasp hand and stepping closer to you.
"Right," you smile, knowingly as you return the hold. "Let me try again." You move forward, pressing your lips to her lips.
ﾟ.+:｡Ragatha - no fixed setting, but before ep 6
You and Ragatha are lying on your bed. Its suppose to be a relaxing evening, a reward for getting through another of Caine's adventures and getting by Jax's taunts. You've been looking forward to this all day. To reconnect with your girlfriend. To cuddling and acting soft. To support each other and check in.
Instead, your lips press into a line as you listen to Ragatha worry about Pomni. The newest member of the circus. Even as Ragatha lies cuddled beside you, head on your chest, legs tangled, her hand waving through the air. Since her mind is focused elsewhere, voicing out her every concern about Pomni. Using your precious time together to talk about Pomni.
You are not jealous.
You are being a good partner and supporting Ragatha. Listening to her words and supporting her as you rub smoothing circles on her back. You just happen to be concerned about Ragatha's fixation on said jester. Wanting your girlfriend to lighten up. So what if that means stop talking about Pomni? It doesn't mean you're jealous.
"It's alright, Ragatha." You skillfully cut in during Ragatha's 'ums’. Her attempt to gather her thoughts. "Pomni is still adjusting. Everyone goes through a tough process. Whatever she says or does doesn't mean it's her definite opinion of us." You try to reason as you twirl her red yarn ringlet. Voice kind but firm, to hopefully end the discussion.
"Yeah," Ragatha sighs, sinking into your embrace. "I guess you're right." She mumbles, but doesn't sound convincing.
"When Pomni is ready, she knows she can go speak her feelings to someone. She's going to be fine." You squeeze Ragatha's shoulder in an attempt to hammer in the last nail into the coffin. To move on from the conversation. Turns out, those words were the wrong ones.
As Ragatha suddenly sits up with an air of panic. "But what if she doesn't? What if I pushed her too hard and she closes up? Or she goes to Jax-"
You sigh, staring up at the ceiling.
You're not jealous. Ragatha is going through something and needs to calm down. What you're about to do is to help her and not a drastic grab for her attention.
With nothing holding you back, you sit up and reach for Ragatha's face. Hands placed on her cheeks to turn her head towards you, you lean forward to press a quick kiss on her lips. Enough to drag her out of her own head.
You pull back, staying close to lock her in eye contact. "Pomni knows she can always go to you. That you'll help her the best you can. It's going to be okay." You reassure her as you gently cradle her face. Ragatha blinks in surprise at the kiss. Needing a moment to process your words.
"You're right," she sighs softly, melting into your hands, "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got so worked up about it. Constantly going on about Pomni and how she's…" Ragatha pauses as she closely examines your face. Recognizing the sternness in your eyes, the pinched brows, your firm tone. A shift on Ragatha's face as she makes a connection. "Hang on, were you…Are you jealous?"
You feel your eyes widen in surprise at the claim. You let go of Ragatha. Ragatha quickly catches herself with a quiet 'oof'. You flop backwards onto the bed, crossing your arms. "I was not jealous! I was helping you!" You weakly defend.
"No, no, I think you were." Ragatha tease, crawling up the bed to hover above you. A wide smile appears on her face, looking much more relaxed as she continues to tease you. You huff with a pout as you let her. The things you do for her smile.
ﾟ.+:｡Zooble - set after ep 3
You returned from the Mildenhall Manor adventure. Having a surprisingly good time drinking tea with the Ghost NPC, beside Ragatha and Gangle. You greeted an annoyed Zooble, who sits waiting for you on the couch. With the way their unicorn horn twitches, you knew they didn't have a good time being left with Caine.
You didn't have to ask Zooble, as they immediately lurch into a rant about the ringleader. Walking ahead towards your room to have privacy from the others. Zooble always prefer your room, claiming it's better than theirs.
Walking down the hallway, you tried to show your support to Zooble. Tried to bring up how you helped tie Jax up. Knowing the mental image would bring a chuckle out of Zooble. But they're persistent, cutting off every word you say to instead vent. Even going as far as to repeat themselves.
"I kept telling him, he didn’t fix sh@#, but he wouldn’t listen! You know what he did? He gave me another box of parts!" Zooble stops in the hallway, hands clenched in fury. You wouldn't be surprised if they start waving it towards the ceiling.
Having to stop walking because of them, you're starting to get annoyed by the constant sound of Caine's name. You know you should be patient and support your partner. But you also have your limit. Your eyes wander as Zooble begins their rant again. Getting an idea as you realise how close to the wall they are.
"I tried to explain it in simple terms, but he kept drawing bees! BEES-hmpf-" Zooble gets caught off guard as you push them against the wall. Zooble's eyes widen at the act, and before they could ask about it. You're pressing into them, pinning them with a kiss.
Despite their body not having a visible mouth, Zooble sometimes get the sensation of lips. Usually, around food when they get to eat and if they’re lucky, whenever you kiss them. This time, oh, Zooble is definitely lucky. They can feel your lips press roughly. Like you’re demanding their attention. Commanding them. Dominating, and it steals their breath away. They lean into it, letting you take whatever you want.
But too soon is the kiss broken by you pulling back. "That's enough about Caine. How about focusing on me now?" It's a rhetorical question, not accepting any other answers except for 'yes'. Your hands beside their head, place firmly onto the wall to cage them. Forcing them to look nowhere else but your dark eyes.
"Yeah- yep- whatever you say." Zooble agrees, nodding dumbly as they lean in for another kiss.
divider by @/pixopix ⟡ image from pinterest ⟡ Why was Jax part the hardest to write?
Hi! So it seems like a new hyperfixation has entered the villa. I've been aching to write about this fuckass rabbit for a while but the 6th episode just sent me over the edge. I hope you enjoy~
It is a Fem!Reader but I tried writing it so you could insert any gender, hell I'm pretty sure it could even be Pomni so have fun !
“I want the ability to have S%$👄!#x !” exclaimed Zooble.
Jax looked at her with a not yet seen expression on his face.
“No way! Are we FINALLY having this conversation?” He added excitedly.
Caine then proceeded to glitch and malfunction before starting back up as you all heard a ‘DING!’.
“Oh, hi Zooble!” he said as if nothing had happened.
But you all felt it. Something had happened, something had changed.
First, you noticed a shift against your skin, your clothes…they weren’t stuck to your skin anymore. God knows you had tried to remove them before without any success.
Then you noticed something else, a new feeling, a familiar one, it was like a whole new degree of sensitivity all over your body. You realized then that as much as your want for intercourse had never left your body, the sensation of it all had been gone since you had entered the circus. The feeling of it all rushing back to your body almost felt overwhelming. You still did your best in order to contain it and act as if you were completely fine. After all, everyone else looked fine.
Caine had started talking again but you weren’t paying attention, it felt like background noise.
You looked around and your gaze met Jax’s. He was already looking at you when your eyes met his, and you awkwardly looked away while he kept his eyes on you, though for a split second as you looked away you noticed a slight blush on his face.
Caine had explained something about an isolated room and guns, you weren’t sure what he all said but you understood it was a team adventure and as the teams paired up, Ragatha and Kinger then Zooble and Gangle, you ended up with Jax and when you came up to him to ask if he was okay with it he took his time looking you up and down.
“More than fine…” He smirked.
You weren’t sure what to make of it.
Soon enough the timer was down to zero and all the guns had disappeared.
Everyone ran away looking for guns after Caine explained that they were hidden all over the circus.
You still felt a little dizzy and not very reactive, when your gaze met Jax’s again he had a different expression on, this time. He had a wide grin mixed with the same blush you had noticed earlier.
You walked around looking for guns in an empty hall with Jax.
“You felt it too, didn’t you?” He said looking at you from the corner of his eye, holding his hands behind his head, walking with a nonchalant step.
“What are you talking about?” You asked, genuinely not sure what he was referring to but not wanting to assume the most obvious of the possibilities.
“Oh, come on…you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He stopped walking and turned to you.
You stared at him, not sure what to reply. He started walking towards you making you instinctively back up as he approached you, only to end up stuck between him and the wall.
“Are you not gonna admit it, I’m sure you’re dying to…” He cooed, looking down at you, awfully close, and traced the side of your arm all the way up the strap of your top, only to gently push it to the side and let it fall off your shoulder.
You shivered. Maintaining eye contact was harder than you thought, but you did anyway. He bore his usual wide smirk, with unusually lidded eyes.
“I did…” You admitted, “…but I didn’t know if I was the only one”.
“Oh, you’re not!” He immediately retorted.
Jax had a very expressive face, at this instant he had a mix of several expressions that you struggled to put together, but if you had to try, you’d say it was eagerness, cockiness and decisiveness all mixed together, maybe another one thrown in the mix, but it was too hard to decipher. And if you were honest with yourself, he looked mighty fine at that instant.
You shook your head out of the daze and broke free from your secluded area.
“What are you trying to say Jax?” You asked because it felt like your brain could not process the current conversation.
He grabbed your shoulders and shoved you right back where you came from before smashing his lips against yours. They were surprisingly soft, and the kiss as well, it felt soft but with hint of passion, like he was trying so hard to hold back while progressively failing at it. The moment you kissed back his kiss became much more intense, his hand naturally fell to your waist, pulling you in deeper, his other hand holding the wall.
Why did he have to be so good at kissing? You felt yourself melt into the moment, wrapping your arms around his neck while he promptly picked you up, still pressing you against that wall as he kept kissing you, holding your thighs and digging his fingers into them. After a while your lips parted and it hit you, what the expression was, it was pure and unadulterated lust, clear as day. No mask on his face at this instant. Your face probably looked the same, you just couldn’t see it, you could feel it though.
“I want you.” He blurted; his intense eye contact was piercing right through you. “F%$👄!#ck I want you.” He added while burying his face in your neck.
Your face flushed at this sentence that you never thought you’d hear come out of his mouth, ever. A very soft moan came out as he attacked your neck and you remembered that it had always been a sensitive area.
“Admit you want me too.” He insisted, his smirk showing back in the corner of his mouth with the shadow of concern.
You looked away not really sure how to respond, but he grabbed your chin, pulling you right back in and locking your eyes with his again.
“Come on, don’t make me beg…” He murmured.
You had no choice but to be honest with him and yourself, you nodded gently.
A much wider smile took over his face. “See…?” He smiled wider, looking slightly relieved, his other hand tightening around your thighs. “Is it that hard to be honest?” He smirked, relaxing back into his usual arrogant self.
“You say that as if being honest with you couldn’t have any negative repercussion...” You huffed.
“Look.” He started, serious this time. “We’re stuck in this dumb circus, and I believe we just FINALLY acquired the ability to f%$👄!#ck. You want me, and I sure as hell want you too, so we should just enjoy ourselves thoroughly before Caine changes his mind, don’t you think?” He put you down gently and you thought he was just gonna let go but instead he pinned your wrists above your head and pushed his knee against your crotch as he spoke softly right against your ear. “I’d love to see how your cartoon body comes…” He declared in a taunting tone you were familiar with.
You moaned without realizing, it felt like not only could you feel this type of pleasure again, but that the lack of it had made you even more sensitive than you were before entering the circus, or was it your digital body that was just inherently more sensitive? That bastard also knew his way with words. As much as it pissed you off to admit that to yourself, Jax was probably skilled before he ended up in the circus.
Jax kept grinding his knee while leaning against your ear.
“Wow, moaning like that in the middle of the circus? How bold…I never thought you were that kind of pervert~” He chuckled.
You blushed and looked at him irritated.
“I’m just very sensitive, and still getting used to this body…” You tried to defend yourself.
“Sure you are…” A smug look across his face. “Then I should help you explore this new body of yours, right? It would be my pleasure.” He switched the way he was pinning you against the wall, transferring one of your wrists to his other hand, holding them both with one hand and freeing his right hand, with which he immediately slid in your pants. He felt your wetness at the same moment you felt him against your most sensitive area and moaned even louder, surprising even him for a second, though his look of surprise was immediately replaced by a very satisfied expression.
“Already so wet? Damn you’re such a freak~” He teased.
“Oh yeah? I am?” You shot back, forcefully breaking free and grabbing the suspender of his pink overall, pulling him down at your face level. “Then what is that?” You said as you cupped the now very visible bulge in his pants. The groan that came out of his mouth made you instantly probably twice as wet and he noticed.
“Tsk.” He looked slightly thrown off, squinting slightly, he didn’t give you time to react or comment that you felt his finger sliding inside of you.
Your inside walls felt even more sensitive than the rest of your body. Hell, you felt like you were about to come right this instant.
“Stop it Jax! You’re gonna make me-” You pleaded but as soon as he started moving his finger your walls tightened around his finger and started pulsing as you descended into a moaning mess, grabbing his wrist tightly. Thankfully he put his other hand over your mouth just in time to contain your noises as much as possible.
“Already? Geez I know I’m good but that’s crazy.” He smiled looking pleased with himself.
He pulled his hand out of your pants as you fell to the floor against the wall gently and he admired the view, licking you off his finger at the same time.
“Finger licking good!” He joked, but you still felt dizzy, you had never come this easily before. Was it just because you had been pent up in the circus?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunshots from afar.
“Yeah, I’m not done with you.” He declared before grabbing your figure and throwing you above his shoulder, running back towards where you came from.
You arrived where the game had started and without stopping, Jax walked with determination towards the white box Caine had summoned a little earlier while still looking around, making sure no one noticed where you were headed.
You both entered the room. It was a simple white room, with a table in the center and little trashcan on the table with the words “For bullets” written on it.
He slammed the door as soon as you were both in and put you down.
You seized your opportunity.
“My turn!” You proclaimed, immediately going for his part. You kneeled and pulled his manhood out of his overall, revealing the throbbing cause of his bulge. Jax jolted at your action but allowed you nonetheless to do whatever you desired.
You grabbed the base and gave the tip a quick lick.
“Oh f%$👄!#ck…” He exclaimed, feeling most likely just as sensitive as you.
In that moment, not only did your nether region throb, but you also remembered how much you had also missed that part. Pleasuring the other and feeding off their pleasure, you couldn’t believe you were doing it with Jax…and you were really enjoying it.
You took all you could in, wrapping your tongue around the shaft. He looked and sounded like he had also missed that .
Jax’s ear fell flat behind his head and his lids closed as he melted into this newfound source of pleasure.
“Holy sh%$👄!#t…” He softened. “I forgot how good it felt…” He leaned back slightly, his hips resting against the table as you went down on him. Before long, he could already feel himself getting dangerously close. You felt it with the slight shiver going down his body, his cock twitching more and more, and his moans getting desperate, you also noticed his hands tightening around the edge of the table.
“Wait, cr%$👄!#p wait slow dow-” He pleaded this time, but that only made you go harder, and he immediately erupted into your mouth, his head shooting backward as he completely gave into the pleasure. You could tell he felt dizzy the exact same way you had a little bit ago. This made you feel like you had some semblance of control over the situation, like the balance was restored.
“Already? Geez I know I’m good but that’s crazy.” You taunted with a smile as you finished swallowing that treat.
“Why you…” He smirked with mildly annoyed look on his face. “Come here.” He grabbed you like it was nothing and sat you at the edge of the table, he then removed your pants in one swing, exposing you fully to him, you instinctively sealed your thighs together, trying to hide your nether region (very ineffective btw).
“Nu huh.” He instantly spread your thighs wide open before…kneeling?
“Wait what are you-” A moan interrupted as the rabbit started digging into you like his first real meal in forever. His tongue making his way deep into you, sending jolts all the way up your spine. The moans were pouring out of you, and he was clearly guiding himself based on your decibel level.
You were shocked at how responsive your body was, but you were too drunk with pleasure to think clearly about anything, you just let him have his fun with you while you enjoyed every second of it. It took slightly longer than the first time, allowing you to enjoy yourself slightly more thoroughly, but you felt yourself getting close again. Your hands found their way to his head and your grip tightened slightly around his ears before releasing as you came while he kept eating you out enthusiastically, savoring you as you fell back against the table, your whole body twitching and contracting. Once you were done, he stood back up and wiped his mouth, the same disgustingly satisfied look on his smug face. You didn’t mind though, as you only cared about one thing at this point.
You spread your part open, your thighs in the air and begged.
“I need you to f%$👄!#ck me Jax, I need you in me, please?” You whimpered.
You didn’t realize how much of a turn on that was for him.
“Well, only because you asked nicely.” He replied, looking confident but with a noticeable blush on his face, pressing his hard-on against your entrance, rubbing against your juices. He placed his tip right at your entrance and pushed himself in slowly, his lips meeting yours in sync with his cock pushing all the way inside you.
You almost came, still slightly twitching, not sure why (maybe the double stimulation?), you exchanged a steamy kiss before he pulled out but only from the kiss, his face looked dizzy with pleasure and almost in pain.
“F%$👄!#ck you’re tight!” He whined, resting his hands on your hips to position himself with good hold. He started thrusting into you with all the intention to be gentle and feel you wrap fully around him, but you felt so good his pace rose progressively, causing your moans to start pouring out once again, the feeling also making him groan in pleasure, this time you both could get as loud as you wanted after all.
“You feel so good…” He continued, closing his eyes and focusing on all the pleasure and sensations newly recovered.
“Y-You too…” You managed to get out. His thrusts intensified and you grabbed his face to pull him back into a kiss as you started tightening even more around him.
“Holy sh%$👄!#t I’m gonna come again.” He moaned.
He thrusted deeper, hitting that sweet spot, sending you over the edge in an instant and you kept coming as he continued ramming into the same spot until you felt him start to pulse inside of you, pouring his milk deep into you.
He slowed down, breathing heavily and you also caught your breath.
“Damn…” You let out.
“We’re not done.” He said looking into your eyes, more eager than ever.
“What?” You asked right as he pulled out of you and flipped you over, so you were bent over the table. He positioned himself at your entrance again and slammed right back into you again, your sensitivity still at an all-time high. This time, you could tell he was truly lost in lust. He didn’t even attempt to start slowly.
“Jax! What the hell !?” You yelped looking at him, moans still escaping your mouth as you spoke.
“What?? I’m a rabbit have you forgotten?” He joked. “You feel so f%$👄!#cking good what am I supposed to do?”
“Just a little heads up would’ve been nice.” You said annoyed but still moaning as he rammed into you over and over again.
He replied by moaning incomprehensible words. This position stimulated you differently but still so well, you felt one hand on your hip as the other unhooked your top, letting it flop onto the floor and exposing your back to him. He bent over you, leaving a trail of kisses all the way up your back to your neck, causing a loud moan that sounded more like a long whine to erupt out of you, catching you both off guard.
“Oh~ interesting…” He teased. You felt his hands both rest tightly around your waist, making sure he hit the bottom with each thrust as he started to relentlessly attack your neck, licking, biting and sucking on it, making the moans, already numerous, never stop coming out of your mouth. You felt yourself clenching around him and he felt it too, indicating to him when he was doing a good job.
“Sh%$👄!#t Jax I’m gonna come again…” You pleaded.
“Please do!” He replied enthusiastically while getting more focused into your fucking.
Your moans getting higher were a great indicator of where you were at, and before you knew it you felt the knot in your stomach snap, releasing another huge wave of overwhelming pleasure, your tightness causing him to become overstimulated as well.
“Coming!” He managed to warn before you felt him fill you up once again, his deep moans music to your ear as his thrusts slowed down but preserved the same depth.
You were both panting messes, he pulled out of you as he fell backwards onto his back on the floor, you joined him immediately after as you slid off the table.
It took a good 5 minutes for you both to be able to form another sentence to the other.
“Holy crap that was amazing.” Sighed Jax looking up.
“Yeah…I guess you could say that.” You teased acting nonchalant.
“What does that mean?” He side-eyed you.
“Nothing…” You continued.
“No what is that supposed to mean?” He pushed.
“Nothing it was great!” You chuckled, this time being honest but he couldn’t tell.
“Are you saying that just so you can get a round 2~?” He said provokingly.
“Maybe…” You smiled as you both got up, putting your clothes back on.
“Well, that can be arranged!” He suggested enthusiastically. “Come to my room tonight.” He winked.
“I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule~” You taunted.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll fit right in…” He pulled you close. “But for now…let’s go murder everyone!”
“Yeah!” You shouted as you both left the room, joining the others back into the game.
Thank you for reading, I try when I write to use quotes or citations from the actual material so it feels more immersive but I honestly can't tell if people would notice that or not. Either way thanks <3 o/
jax hates when you’re pissed at him. when you give him the cold shoulder—eyes sharp, words short. he hates even more how often he happens to piss you off. it’s happened so many times now, in fact, that he knows exactly how to handle it. his hands are already on your hips when you roll your eyes the second time and when you open your mouth to bitch at him some more—his mouth is already on yours. tongue swirling around your mouth like it’s his own.
and when you try pushing him away—his hands are wrapped around your wrists by the time you blink, pushing your arms above your head as he pins you against the door.
“you done bein’ a brat?” he breathes, nose brushing yours, breath hot and heavy from the kiss.
you glare. you don’t answer. you won’t give him the satisfaction. he grins—fucking grins—like you not answering is all the answer he needs. “mm. didn’t think so.”
his knee comes up between your thighs, spreading your legs wider against the door. he’s already rutting his hips against yours, slow and deliberate—just enough friction to make your eyes flutter shut for a second before you remember you’re mad.
“you’re such an ass,” you hiss.
“yeah?” he smirks. “but you love this ass. and you’re fuckin’ soaked already, baby. don’t lie.”
you want to slap him. or fuck him. maybe both. especially when he leans in again—voice all low and smug at your ear,
“wanna keep pretendin’ you’re mad? or you gonna be a good girl and let me make it up to you?”
his hand is already sliding under your shirt. you don’t stop him.
you never do.
not when he touches you like this. not when he knows you like this. not when he kisses the apology into your skin instead of saying it out loud—tongue and teeth and hands gripping your thighs like he’s never letting go.
WOW, you guys have amazing taste in polls!! Here you all go, as promised, and the other one is coming soon my lovelies!! (Maybe OOC?)
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▪︎ Caine shows up to bug the cast WAYY more whenever he hears that you're involved and often pretends it's just a coincidence that you happen to be in the same area as well
▪︎ He tailors adventures JUST to your liking. You don't like chases? He scraps the thought of escaping monsters or murderers. He'd hate if his beloved started disliking his adventures!
▪︎ Always asks you and ONLY you for feedback after every adventure. Did you like it? Was it excellent? Did it need more of something? Please, be honest with him! (Just don't catch him pouting when he doesn't hear what he wants to hear). He doesn't yet understand why your opinion matters the most out of everybodys
▪︎ has selective hearing.
▪︎ WILL try to impress you if he thinks you didn't enjoy his last adventure. He can't have his darling being bored! Each one MUST be flashier and bigger than the previous adventures!
▪︎ has ZERO concept of personal space. If you just happen to wake up, expect him to be in your room, hovering over your sleeping self waiting for you to get out of bed. He's constantly hovering around you and brushing up against you and gets flustered when you catch him doing so
▪︎ he thinks your upset? You'd better be ready for the most extravagant, overwhelming, insane day ever, whether it be a private dinner at some restaurant he generated or another wacky adventure, he'll have something planned to 'fix' your sad demeanor.
▪︎ Gets glitchy whenever you compliment or touch him. You're holding his hand? He's rebooting and blue screening. He thinks its a bug, unaware that he's slowly learning how feelings feel like
▪︎ treats you MUCH differently than most of the other members of the circus. Whenever it's pointed out, he denies it and swears he has no favorites at all as if he doesn't have a favorites file.
▪︎ if you get slightly distracted or involved in someone else's conversation, he'll almost always end up reeling you back in
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I hope you all enjoyed reading this as I enjoyed writing it! :D
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Ok hear me out. During the softball adventure in episode 5 Jax see’s afab! Reader flirting with evil Jax which leads to him getting jealous and deciding to show reader why he’s better than that submissive ass faker. (Reader and Jax can have an unestablished relationship to make writing it easier)
better than you .ᐟ jax x reader
tags: nsfw, smut, p in v, degradation, dirty talk, brat reader, dumbification, jealousy, softball setting, w/ anti jax voyeurism, jax is pissed, “good girl” once used
you should’ve known better than to flirt in front of Jax. but then again, you’d never claimed to be wise.
the bat swung loose in your grip as Kinger’s encouraging voice droned in the background. you weren’t listening, not really. more than all, not when anti-Jax had cute twitchy ears and a cute habit of nervously tapping his fingers. he shuffled toward you, hands behind his back. you smiled without even meaning to. poor thing didn’t know what to do with himself.
coming closer to him, you smiled with your lashes, leaned your hip against his thigh, and asked him if he’d catch you if you tripped while running. anti Jax stuttered. “i-i-if you tripped? um uhh yeah! o-of course!!” awwh, like he was saving a puppy from a fire. it was cute. easy. too easy.
and you were bored. the game dragged and your ass hurt from standing, so you leaned into it, told him he looked adorable trying to hold the bat without trembling, he let out quiet little oh gosh that made your stomach twist.
and it would’ve stayed innocent. or fake-innocent. but Jax saw you, his voice slinking into the conversation from behind you, ”wow, really slumming it today, huh?” and you didn’t even turn to look. only chuckled, “you bored or just mad he’s sweeter than you?”
which was a mistake.
“oh look at you,” Jax said discontentedly. “getting off teasing my broken mirror.”
“you jealous?”
that made him laugh. “jealous?” he echoed. “dollface, you think i’m threatened by that shy little scrap trying not to pop a boner in his pants?”
“uhh, n-nice game by the way!” anti Jax mumbled, trying to defuse the situation.
your Jax didn’t give you time to come up with a reply, roughly guiding you away from the field, behind the dugout.
“aw, poor baby,” you cooed. “didn’t like me talking about your little substitute?”
he didn’t speak but you anyways let him press you against the wall. your underwear was tugged down with a single impatient movement, his hands pushed up your skirt. Jax’s palm slid between your thighs to confirm what he already suspected. ah, yeah, his doll is already wet, good. spitting on his fingers anyway, Jax ran them between your legs even though you were already ready for him, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
“‘little’? oh, you wanna play today.”
Jax pushed in, as always, no warning except the sudden stretch of him filling you all at once, and your mouth dropped open in a gasp that barely made it past your lips. your body arched, involuntarily trying to either take more or escape the sheer overwhelming pressure, but he didn’t let you move. one arm braced around your waist, the other pressing your thigh higher, keeping you exactly where he wanted, slipping his cock deeper into your tight pussy.
he grinned, baring his teeth. “yeah, this what you wanted, huh? wanted to play flirty little slut while i’m the one stretchin’ you out like this?”
you blinked. ugh. . .the censoring noise cut through the moment, as always so absurdly misplaced that for a second you almost laughed, almost. but you couldn’t, not really, not when his hips snapped forward again and your laugh turned into a high cry.
helpless, you couldn’t speak. too full and breathless. and every time you tried to inhale, Jax thrusted forward again, hitting so deep it felt like you were being split apart from the inside. fast, rough and greedy, as he couldn’t stand the idea of not being inside you for even a second longer than he had to.
you tried to hold on, to make sense of anything. but unfortunately, your hips began to move in answer to him, slow, desperate rolls, grinding up into each thrust and the moment Jax felt your needy push back, he leaned closer.
“oh, now you’re moving” he hissed, and the intonation didn't sound like a question at all, “there she is. can’t help yourself, can you? tryna milk me already, pretty thing? ohh dollface my pretty little dollface.”
but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t help it. a sweet thick feeling in the lower abdomen only grew with every movement. the way Jax kept hitting that sensitive tender spot over and over, it was cruel. perfect for a little brainless toy like you.
every thrust knocked stars loose in your skull as it forced you tighter around him. Jax was pounding you into the wall, muttering filth in your ear, words you didn’t want to hear but never wanted him to stop saying. “tight little hole actin’ like she’d rather take his faker’s cock,” he hissed, voice shaking from how deep he was. “bet you were thinkin’ about how his might feel inside you, huh? tell me, slut, wanna compare?”
you moaned into his hand, trembling hard, then, between whimpers, slurred it out. “mmfhh— i’d scream so much louder if it were him fucking me. . .“
Jax went feral. “you little brat” he snarled, snapping his hips forward so hard your back arched off the wall. “say that shit again. go on. say it while i fuck your brains out.”
“Ja-jax—“ you were suffocating.
“nah, fuck that,” he spat, slapping a hand over your mouth, the other digging into your ass, holding you so you don't twitch too much. “you act like a cockslut in front of him, now you take what’s comin’ to you.”
you gasped, legs spreading wider, needing more as you felt yourself leaking onto his cock. “mhm. . .he said i had good form,” dumbfounded, you laughed a little, even as your voice shook. “w-what can i say? it got me going.”
Jax’s grip tightened, his hips snapped forward hard enough to make you choke on the laugh. “oh you think his dick could ever fuck you like this? think he even knows what to do with you?”
you moaned before you could stop yourself. “y-yees. . .” the answer came, teasing, barely able to speak through the rhythm of his thrusts. “hngh, he’d be better than you. his dick’s probably bigger and nicer, y’know. . .oh god”
with that, Jax’s rhythm broke a little, and your body hit the wall again and again, the friction burning but you didn’t care.
“hahha, keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuck you so deep you forget how to lie.” the truth was, you couldn’t. you were slurring nonsense now, tears streaking the corners of your dazed eyes, too far gone to pretend you were still playing, already forgetting how to talk. your legs were shaking, mouth open but useless.
Jax grabbed your face again, thumb dragging along your jaw. “don’t go quiet now. thought you had a mouth on you. or does it only run when you’re talking about how good his dick would feel?”
”mmfhh— no no no. i know his cock would make me cum harder than you ever could. . . l-looser, you are such a loser, Jax. . .”
perhaps this one was unnecessary. “oh yeah? that right?” asked a serious voice from behind, and you barely had time to nod before Jax’s grip twisted harsh on your hips and he rammed into you so hard, so deep, you saw white.
your breath punched out of you in a broken sob, toes curling as his cock slammed into your cervix. you couldn’t even move anymore, Jax was holding you up like a doll, using you, splitting you open on his cock
“say it again,” he growled, hitting so deep as if trying to mark your womb. “say it again, bitch. go ahead. c’mon. talk shit now.”
you tried to answer, really, you did, but it came out a garbled, wet moan, tongue lolling past your lips as he drove into you like a hammer, ruining your pussy. “that’s what i thought,” Jax chuckled, hand grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your face against the wall as he rutted into you, relentless. “talk all that pretty little shit, but the second i’m deep enough to knock sense into that bratty brain, you forget how to fuckin’ speak.”
you whimpered, drooling, arching back into him like a needy animal, chasing the feeling of his cock pounding so deep you could feel it in your lungs. your nails scratched helplessly at the wall.
“yeah, there it is. . .now you’re fuckin’ mine. this pussy’s mine. doesn’t matter what kind of fake-ass dick he’s got. hey what happened, huh? tongue tied now that i’m deep enough to shut you?”
you sobbed, legs twitching from how good it felt, how much it hurt, how completely it had stolen your brain away. and Jax felt it, how your cunt tightened around him like a vice, sucking him in deeper, deeper, deeper until his tip was kissing your cervix with every thrust.
he chuckled against your neck. “oh yeah. knew it. your slutty little hole just needed a real cock to fuck the stupid outta you. don’t worry, baby, i got plenty more where that came from.”
weak, you tried to warn Jax you were close but the words fell apart in your throat. “Jax— im— oh, oh!“
“yeah, baby, come on. right on this cock, huh . . . good girl. yeahh, that’s it. milk it. take all of it.” shit, stupid censorship right before “good girl” was ridiculous but it didn’t matter when you were already shaking, the orgasm crashing over you too fast, too much. your head dropped against his shoulder, broken sounds escaped you as your pussy clenched around him, pulsing and tight.
Jax groaned, feeling that, and didn’t stop moving until he bottomed out, burying himself with one last grinding thrust before his hips jerked, once, twice, and then he spilled into you, shuddering, holding you tight.
silence.
you slumped forward, trembling, the only thing keeping you up was the wall and Jax’s grip. he pulled out slow, dragged fingers through the mess leaking out of you, then slapped your ass hard enough to make you yelp.
“next time you flirt you’ll be choking on it. while he watches.”
without answering anything, you barely felt your feet and registered your own breathing.
and that was when, dizzy and clenching around nothing, you tilted your head slightly and saw movement. a shadow just past the corner.
a pair of wide curious eyes.
you stared for a second, long enough for your brain to catch up.
anti Jax?
yeah. he hadn’t looked away once.
however, your own Jax didn’t see, still breathing heavy, face pressed into your shoulder.
and you, sweet, aching thing that you were, just smiled.
