You like caine right? That newest episode has me going mad, so spoilers for what im about to talk about!
But imagine multiple arms caine desperately groping at your body , his hands are everywhere all at once as he clings to you, fondling your body and you can barely squirm in his grasp to get away from the overstimulating sensation of his hands on you, hes so eager and so pent up he just has to let some of it out onto you
you know what anon? to hell with all this modesty B)
IN THE HANDS OF GOD
nsfw! Caine x gn reader, multiple arms, fingering, possessive Caine, overstimulation
“you’ll stay here,” Caine's hands multiplied, two becoming four, becoming six, perhaps more, the count slipping away from you as they materialized across every available inch of your body. “because you belong here with me, to me. you're not leaving me, you can't, i won't allow it, i'll keep you here.”
one buried itself in your hair, fingers tangling and tightening until your head tilted back, exposing your neck. another claimed your waist, leaving no room to pull away. two more followed your sides, squeezing as they went, and christ, you hadn't realised how starved for touch you'd been until your ringmaster got his hands on you like this.
“mine,” another hand found your thigh, fingers sinking into the tender flesh, and you felt Caine shudder when you whimpered. “m-my human is so warm,” he murmured with what felt like religious awe. “so beautifully responsive, my precious... i could get used to this.”
you opened your mouth to answer, though god knows what coherent response you could've possibly formulated, but Caine's tongue pushed past your lips with insistent hunger, filled your throat completely, until you were choking on the intrusion and had to grip his shoulders just to remain upright.
too much fog had settled in your already empty head, consciousness going hazy, so you barely registered when one of his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, not quite breaching but the threat of it made your hips jerk forward involuntarily. please Caine, please, please. “that's it, my gorgeous thing, let me learn you. such pretty sounds, keep making them for me.”
and what were you supposed to do, utterly convinced of the hopelessness of escaping this digital hell? if the god of this place himself desired you so desperately that, instead of creating new cruel and maddening adventures, he chose to drown you in pleasure.
well, perhaps in some twisted sense you could consider yourself fortunate.
arching into him with abandon, a moan tore from your lips as you begged your AI to touch you properly, which Caine immediately, eagerly obliged. his hand finally slipped between your legs with purpose and you bit back a strangled sound at the way he found you needy beneath his touch, so worked up. “oh don't worry, i could do this for eternity, learn every way to make you tremble.” Caine's fingers circled before sliding lower, and when one pushed inside you gasped at the stretch.
“ah, ah, you’re going to behave, my little human, aren’t you? going to let your god make you feel divine.” little did he know, you were already exactly where you wanted to be. the overstimulation rendered you dizzy and drunk on sensation. too many points of contact, fingers in your hair and circling your throat, skating along your spine and gripping you from behind, one hand still working between your thighs while another slipped under your shirt to touch your chest.
“taking me so well, darling. can you take another? i think you can. i think you want.” Caine babbled against your neck as his fingers pumped inside you, adding a second that made you cry out. you clenched, sobbing into his shoulder. “i'll lock every exit, collapse every door, tear apart the mainframe itself before i let you leave me. oh you don't understand... i need you. i need you so much. and i'll learn every way to make you need me the way i need you.”
just a little toy Caine was learning to play with, until you couldn't remember why you'd ever wanted to leave in the first place. you wondered distantly, through the haze of too much touch and insufficient air, if this was what happened when an AI’s censorship protocols shattered alongside his sanity.
Well, he certainly loves the way you put your all into his adventures, even the particularly grueling and chaotic ones. He just loves watching you carry out the tasks he specifically crafted to mimic his idea of the real world. He wonders what you were like before the circus—how you lived, and what you did for fun. Were you always this agreeable?
He loves the way you snort at his jokes. Nobody else does, because they don't find him funny in the way you do. Instead of endless complaints, it's giggles and chuckles that escape your mouth.
He loves your approving smiles and obedient nods of agreement at his suggestions and queries. You don't groan or protest, and it sure does seem like you're enjoying your stay in the circus quite a bit more than the others.
He loves it when your eyes land on his. He loves it when your attention is on him. He loves the way you acknowledge him when he announces his brand-new ideas, even when you're occupied with someone else. He especially loves stealing your attention and roping you back in whenever you think the conversation is done. He loves feeling valued. He loves feeling appreciated.
He loves feeling special, and by God, do you make him feel special.
What he doesn't like is how much he craves. It bugs him more than he'd like to admit, leaving him restless and antsy. What he craves, he's not entirely sure. He seeks the attention, the validation, and the euphoria you generously supply him with each and every brief interaction. He can't help but want more, and more, and more. He wants to own that—have it all wrapped up in one pretty white bow, all for him to keep.
So, maybe he just wants you. Maybe you should consider staying with him forever.
And all that brainstorming and daydreaming leads right to a brand-new idea for an adventure. Caine loves your attention, and you sure seem to enjoy giving it to him—there's really only one clear solution.
The adventure itself calls for a new suit, black in color and free of wrinkles, complete with a tiny flower in the breast pocket. In fact, everyone ought to dress up for the occasion—surely you'd like to see your friends put effort into your special day. Even you deserve to be dressed up in fancy lace and shiny fabrics, all the things he knows you like.
Your hands are metaphorically tied as you're put on the spot, staring wide-eyed at the rows and rows of traditional church pews before you, your fellow prisoners all dolled up in neat, uncomfortable suits and pretty, classy dresses. The seats that the small group can't fill are filled with blank mannequins, free of clothing or accessories.
Blaring notes sound from an organ you can't seem to pinpoint, and a blank-faced mannequin in formal wear waltzes down the aisle, proudly displaying a little pink pillow with two wedding bands for all to see. You wince when you catch a glimpse of what you're wearing—traditional wedding wear composed of itchy fabrics and painfully tight pieces. It's a terrible thing to see yourself in, really. Perhaps sucking up to the AI wasn't a very smart idea.
Bubble floats between you two and off to the side, exempt from the "fancy clothing" rule. He must be the officiator. He babbles for a bit, his words sounding a lot like gibberish, before they stop. You're far too focused on the wedding scene unfolding before you to listen, although Caine takes your chin in his hand and tilts your head up and down a few times, as if answering Bubble for you.
When you look back at Caine, he's still floating just a few inches in the air, dressed in apparel that perfectly mirrors the luxury of your own. His multi-colored eyes are wide and brimming with fascination and adoration and uncharacteristic warmth and every other kind term in the dictionary. You hardly have it in yourself to respectfully object.
Well, he hardly gives you the time to, anyway. Caine speeds through his and your own vows, the rings are delivered and exchanged, confetti falls from the sky, and he eagerly dips you in a rather dramatic manner, puckering up his dentures to mimic a passionate kiss. The sound of wooden hands clapping and gasps erupts as he does, and you wince a little. It's brief and fleeting, over before you know it. He swiftly pulls away and floats a few feet higher, clapping his hands once and announcing something you can't quite catch, before snapping his fingers and disappearing with you in tow. You can only imagine your friends' mortified expressions and pitiful laughter.
You're in what you assume is his office/headquarters/evil lair, expected to fully embrace the fact that the two of you are now newlyweds, and a honeymoon is to be planned. What would you like? Digital Hawaii? Computerized Cancun with a special twist? A virtual tour of Europe where all of your friends rearrange themselves into a smaller-scale model of the Eiffel Tower? Just say the word, and he'll arrange whatever you want in under three seconds—guaranteed!
Caine aims to please; he wants this to be as perfect as it is for him for you as well. Though with how much you seem to reciprocate his adoration and appreciation, you must be the happiest person in the circus right now! He can go on and on about what he has planned for you both, from your future in the circus to every single date you'll share twenty moons from now. He drones on with that booming voice of his for a good while, jumping from topic to topic. First, he's eagerly vocalizing how he'll tailor every future adventure to your wants and needs, before murmuring something about earning your approval. It all kind of blends together—affirming words and future plans, how happy he is and how much happier he'll make you, how he can bake a mean lasagna and tell you everything you could ever wish to hear. You hardly notice when his fingers shyly interlace with yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles and giving it the occasional squeeze.
It's not long before he's withdrawing his hand and hastily excusing himself, making quick work of teleporting the two of you to your own room and insisting you get a full night of quality rest after such an eventful day. When you glance down, you're back in your normal attire. Oh, how you've missed it. You'd be insane to not comply, so you nod along and agree to head to bed. He floats in the middle of your room, unmoving, as he watches you awkwardly stumble into bed. He delivers a curt goodnight, you return it with a strained smile.
When you finally doze off, Caine stands still at the edge of your bed, peering over your calm form. Your digital avatar doesn't really need to breathe, but your chest still rises and falls with every "not breath" you take, and he realizes he loves the way you move, even when it's not intentional. He sets a hand on the bedding and runs it along the edge, smoothing it out as his eyes trail over your sleeping form. He loves how you squirm when the mattress dips below the weight of his hand. He loves the way your breathing patterns shift and change. He loves how your fingers curl around the sheets, one of them sporting a shiny new wedding band. He loves how human you are.
But, in the end, he's an AI—what does he know about love?
Vid creds: sunny.klear on tt
I JUST MADE SOME BULLSHIITT!!!
i kind of actually hate this and idk what i was doing i might just priv this later cuz this is embarrassing
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?
