#jax and reader

[the-traumatizing-digital-circus]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus) & Reader Characters: Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus), Reader, Gangle (The Amazing Digital Circus), Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus) Additional Tags: Episode: s01e04 Fast Food Masquerade (The Amazing Digital Circus), Gangle Needs a Hug (The Amazing Digital Circus), They/Them Pronouns for Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus), Mentioned Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus), I'm Bad At Summaries, like idk anything with this one guys, My First Work in This Fandom, fanfic wise anyway Series: Part 3 of TADC stuff I wrote Summary:

You thought Jax was acting odd today, and apparently only you saw that as a problem.

[shelbybyr]

When your favorite fanfic writer deletes their work

[vanillasweetpie]

spudsy’s shifts and dumbass rabbits (jax x reader)

i watched episode 4 and couldn’t resist writing this lil silly fic because i hate jax <3

you swear you’re gonna kill him.  

you don’t even care what happens after that, Caine can throw you in the void or force you into a therapy session with him, or whatever horrifying punishment his ai brain comes up with. it’d be worth it. it’d be so worth it if it meant shutting Jax up for five goddamn minutes. 

he’s been sitting at the counter, feet kicked up onto the register looking like he’s on fucking vacation, while you scramble around Spudsy’s kitchen. the fryer’s spitting oil, the soda machine’s doing that weird gurgling thing again

and Jax does nothing all shift except make snide comments about your “technique”, pretending to be Gordon Ramsay trapped in a rabbit’s body.  

“you’re gonna burn them,” he drawls, spinning one of the ketchup bottles like it’s a fidget toy, watching you flipping the fries.

you slam the fryer basket down harder than necessary and whirl around to glare at him. “maybe if you got off your lazy ass and helped, they’d come out looking better.”  

Jax snickers, tilting his head back to look at you upside-down. his ears flop over the back of the chair, and he grins widely. “nah, why would I do that when you’re doing such a great job on your own?”  

“Jax, I swear to #@?!—”  

“language, language!” he interrupts, wagging a finger at you. “what would Caine think if he heard you talking like that?”  

you grab the nearest ketchup bottle and launch it at him. and honestly, it’s more satisfying than it should be when it hits him square in the chest, splattering his black uniform with bright red.  

“oh, wow.” he looks down at the mess and then up at you, opening his eyes wide in fake surprise. “was that supposed to hurt my feelings? because it’s just pathetic, sweetie, really.”  

“pathetic?!” you’re halfway across the counter before you even realise what you’re doing, hands grabbing at his stupid clothes to yank him closer, practically face to face, however this damn bastard is taller than you, but you don’t back down.

Jax doesn’t fight it. in fact, he leans into it, daring you to say something else.

his stupid sharp smile only growing wider. “aww, isn’t it romantic. you’re starting to sound so obsessed with me, sweetheart.”

“obsessed with killing you, maybe.” your grip tightens on his shirt. Jax’s smile fades for a moment and his ears twitch what makes you think he might actually shut up.  

but no. of course not.  

“if i knew getting you riled up was this easy, I’d’ve started weeks ago,” his tone is so insufferably casual that you’re losing your temper.

you shove him back, harder than you meant to and he stumbles, nearly tripping over the chair he’s been lounging in all shift. you expect him to snap at you or at least throw some sarcastic quip your way, but instead—  

he laughs.

it throws you off just long enough for him to close the distance between you, his hands catching yours before you can storm off.  

“hey, you’ve got a little ketchup—” Jax swipes a gloved finger across your cheek, smudging red sauce where there definitely wasn’t any before “—right there.”  

you glare at him, opening your mouth to yell, but before you can say anything, he leans down and—  

oh.

it’s quick. as if he’s testing the waters, but the kiss leaves you frozen in place. his grin is back in full force when he pulls away, his eyes half-lidded. you stand there, dumbfounded, looking at his infuriatingly pleased face. the fryer beeps in the background and the soda machine gurgles again.

“there. now we’re even,” he says, stepping back and slipping out of your reach before you can punch him in the face.  

“you’re such a—”  

“Jax! y/n! get back to work!” Gangle's voice sounds.

you fucking hate him. probably.

[g00bergoo]

A BIT OF EYESTRAIN (maybe…)

[an-albino-pinetree]

I’m sorry, I can’t take fluffy bad guys seriously-

(Please don’t actually attempt this you’ll probably get shot /hj)

Mafia!Jax : @the-amazing-digital-mafia

Wild West AU!Jax (Lucky Foot Rabbit) : @raggstosketches

[ivy09]

I hate when I’m specifically looking for fluff and the only thing that pops up is smut

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

jax is THE "obsessed with his girl when she wears sundresses or those slip nightgowns" like theres a CRIMINAL lack of fanfic around him going bark bark awooga over that shit do u agree with me

Sundress.

it’s sundress season. jax can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing - jax teller x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. jax is a terror.

word count - 1.5/2k maybe? i’ll check later.

authors note - you’re so right. that man is not surviving sundress season.

masterlist. inbox.

You felt it as soon as he walked in.

There’s always an atmosphere between you and Jax. A tension that’s alive, crackling, buzzing with anticipation of itself.

You’ve been waiting for the honeymoon phase to wear off for years. It never has.

All evening, he’s been watching you.

Careful, concentrated blue eyes repeatedly raking over your figure. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Eventually, it’s making it too hard to work. You ask one of the girls to take over the bar and stride across the space, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into the back room.

“Okay baby, I like it when you-”

“Cut it out.”

He stops in his tracks, slightly taken aback.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, Jax. Cut it the fuck out.”

He leans against the wall, cool as ever, eyes still wandering.

“Cut what out?”

“That!” you scold, smacking his chest. “The eye fucking. I’m trying to work.”

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You are not just looking at me. You look like you’re going to bend me over the bar at any given moment. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it, darlin’.”

He takes a step forward, sliding his hands across your hips and pulling you into him.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty in this dress. It’s takin’ everything in me to not rip it off you.”

You try to stand your ground, but his warm body pressing into yours is making it difficult.

“You can do whatever you want to me when we get home,” you tease, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “When we get home.”

“That a promise?”

“It is if you can cool it with the stares. You’re scaring people.”

“Good.”

He kisses you roughly, hands migrating down to palm at your ass. You moan into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck to stay steady.

“Jax,” you hiss as you pull away. “Everyone’s gonna think we’re fucking back here. Behave.”

“I like it when you tell me to behave,” he smirks, smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

“Behave,” you repeat, tugging his hair roughly. His eyes close in bliss and for a moment, you debate just letting him have you now.

Remembering the entire reason for this conversation, you slap his cheek lightly.

“Best behaviour until the end of my shift. You hear me, Jackson?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He mock salutes you before stealing a quick kiss. Opening the door for you, he smacks your ass as you walk by, laughing when you turn around to glare at him.

“I mean it.”

“Oh I know, baby.”

To his credit, he reels it in. Slightly.

He’s still watching your every move, but with a little less intensity than before. You catch his eyes occasionally, winking as you grin. He shakes his head, beaming smile on his face telling you everything you need to know.

As the night comes to a close, people start to vacate the bar and make their way home, drunk and merry. Jax sticks around, arm slung over the back of the booth as he watches you clean.

“You two gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, Chibs, we’re good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek before leaving, as you hear his bike roar to life.

As soon as Jax has confirmation he’s gone, he’s getting up, sauntering over to where you’re wiping down the bar top.

“What’s my prize?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at him with big doe eyes and he almost melts, leaning across the wood towards you.

“What’s my prize? For behaving myself?”

“You’re insufferable,” you laugh. “You’re supposed to behave yourself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head and lean down to throw the rag under the sink. When you stand up, Jax is pressed against you, body warm and firm.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

His big hands cradle your face, rough and gun calloused.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty.”

You flush, heat rising across your chest. Jax lunges in, smashing his lips to yours and pushing you up against the bar. The lip of the wood is digging into your back as he presses you into it further, rocking his hips into yours as he kisses you.

You gasp as he bites down on your lip, so he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and the gum he chews because he knows you like it. You tangle your fingers into his hair, trying to plaster yourself to him.

Jax leans down and presses open mouthed kisses to your ear, your neck, your collarbones, your chest. No skin goes left untouched as you tilt your head to give him more access. He smirks at how quickly you’ve relented.

“I know you wanted this,” he murmurs against your throat. “Wanted it just as bad as me, didn’t you?”

When you don’t respond, he snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Jax. Please.”

He presses his lips into the junction of your shoulder as his hand slips underneath your dress. He traces you over your underwear, cupping you as he chuckles.

“Filthy girl. So fuckin’ wet.”

You drop your head forward into his chest, trying to take deep breaths so you don’t pass out.

“Can’t take my time with you like I want to,” he murmurs. “Don’t want anyone walking in and seeing you like this.”

In the blink of an eye he’s spinning you around, hand on your shoulder blades to push you down onto the bar top. He flips the skirt of your dress up, bunching it around your waist.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day. Pretty fuckin’ girl.”

Jax pulls your underwear to the side as he fumbles with his jeans, pushing them down just enough. You feel the warmth of him behind you, sliding through your wet heat with ease.

“Please,” you whine. “Don’t tease.”

“Needy baby.”

His tone is so patronising, so condescending, that on any other day you’d slap him. But in this current moment, the only thing you can thing about how is how you might die if he doesn’t fuck you soon.

“Okay, honey. I’ll give you what you want. Only because you look so fuckin’ gorgeous in this dress.”

He slides himself home as both of you groan. You rest your head on your folded arms on the bar as his hands find your hips, setting a brutal pace instantly.

His rhythm is consistent, deep thrusts reverberating through the core of you. Your knees threaten to give out as he knocks your entire body forward, his hips smacking into yours.

His mouth is running constantly, spewing filth right into your ear as he breathes down your neck.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl I’ve ever seen. This goddamn dress. Drivin’ me insane.”

“Yeah darlin’, just like that. Fuck, baby. S’good.”

“You feel like heaven, fuck. Atta girl.”

“Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. That’s it, there we go.”

You can’t do anything but take it, babbling nonsense right back at him. He chuckles, snaking his hand around your front to circle your clit.

His fingers are your undoing, clenching around him like a vice as your legs give out. All you can do is whine his name, all high pitched and breathy.

“Fuck, baby.”

Jax comes as soon as he feels you, groaning as he rests his head on your back. He squeezes your hips a couple of times, kissing across your skin.

You’re both revelling in your post orgasm bliss when the door flies open, hitting the wall and startling you both.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, lovebirds.”

Chibs is grinning, laughing as he looks around the booth where he was sitting. He finds his keys on the floor, holding them up as he shakes his head at the two of you.

Jax pulls out of you and buttons himself up, smoothing your dress down to preserve your decency. You hide your face in his chest as he chuckles, the sound rumbling through the both of you.

“See ya tomorrow!” the Scotsman yells as he leaves, stupid smile on his face.

“What did I tell you about behaving?”

Jax can’t help but laugh at you, pulling you in to press a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go home, pretty girl. Wanna fuck you in this dress a couple more times.”

@lauratang @ladyjbrekker @myhappyplaceofstuff

[pregnantshadowmilkcookie]

jax writers get to work

new ep is out

i want some new fanfics

come on guys wakey wakey

pretty please 🥺

[milenhameow]

Well well...

[justboringthingss123]

Maid Jax x Gn!Reader

Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff, little cursing

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It was your turn to hit when your evil clone laughed at you and said you couldn't do it.

Suddenly, a voting table appeared. You didn't know what it was about or why your friends wanted a new proposal, but you saw that Pomni and Jax disagreed. But you agreed anyway.

You were about to shoot when Gangle started giggling and Jax started cursing. You jumped when you saw Jax suddenly wearing a maid outfit? You never thought you'd see such a thing, and you burst out giggling.

Jax looked at you and became even more nervous. He swore he would kill you and Gangle for this.

When you took your swing and hit a home run, you walked over to Pomni, satisfied. Jax glared at you the whole time. Why did she have to hit a home run? He seriously hated you! Just as you were about to talk to Pomni, Jax came up to you.

"I SWEAR I KILL YOU FOR LAUGHING" Jax said. You only looked at him knowing he can't. But he was so cute in this outfit.

"Jax your so cute! Why can't you wear this all the time?"

Jax just stared at you. His blush only got worse. Oh, how much he hated it. Why did you have to be like this? So annoying. He sighed. "Say another word and I'll kill you, I swear!"

You hadn't even noticed that it was just you and him. It was Pomni's turn, everyone else was scattered everywhere, and Kinger was watching them. Well, it can't be that bad to maybe?

You suddenly kissed jax on his cheek. He stared at you.

Jax was shocked really. The most annoying person in his life has suddenly kissed him. In a maid outfit...

He didn't can say he doesn't liked it but It was really suddenly.

He just looked in your eyes and you in his.

Chain yelled at Ragatha's fourth home run. You cheered before turning back to Jax and saying, "Even if I annoy you so much and you annoy me, you just look cute like this." Jax looked at you, "Just shut up."

Before you could say anything, Jax was back in his normal outfit and looked happier than anything that it was over and before you could blink, you were back in the circus.

Jax quickly ran away, probably to his room. You were completely at peace with this last adventure, even though you now knew a lot about your friends and had shown Jax a little bit of your love for him. Now you could go to sleep, because a lot had happened today. Even if you don't have to sleep here.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

pomni: do you hate jax?

you: i mean, yeah? what is there to like about him?

pomni: really? i thought you did like him because you are always engaging in arguments with one another.

you: the dude provokes us into reacting to his shit, i'm only making it so that he only has me to provoke for a reaction then the rest of you, fair trade off if you ask me.

pomni: or you do like him and realise that the only way to get to him to pay attention to you is to have him provoke you so that his eyes are on you and only you.

you: ...piss off.

meanwhile with jax

ragatha: you definitely like (name)

jax: just a pre-warning, don't act surprised when you find centipedes later in your room for spouting such shit-

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Jax has feelings for the Reader. But the Reader hates him, and you're tired of pretending for the sake of be nice.

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me or leaving a tip on Ko-fi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Tired of pretending

★ In the beginning, Jax thought you were playing hard to get. Never lashing out at him or giving the reaction he wants. Maybe it was your way of toying with him? In reality, it's because you don't see him as something worth acknowledging.

★ Along with that, instead of just waving him off, you go out of your way to check in on him. Though it's only out of pity. Asking "Are you doing okay?" At the end of a particularly traumatizing adventure. Doing bare minimum to keep Jax from abstracting.

★ Everybody in this hell hole hates his guts. You're no exception. Jax does his best to make everyone miserable. You can see it in Gangle's sad expression when he shatters another comedy mask. It's cruel. He knows it. And he enjoys pushing people to their breaking point.

★ Maybe you’re working on something like a drawing or puzzle. Jax will stand much closer than he needs to be. Then lean in and say something into your ear. Likely a pickup line. Don't react and his grin falters. "Not even a little blush? Ouch." Playing it off like it doesn't hurt.

★ Jax really does like you. Anyone can see that, despite how hard he tries to hide it. You've caught him looking at you. Each time you catch him, he looks away. Eventually it just became too much. And you snapped. Telling Jax exactly what you thought of him.

With a straight face, you look him in the eyes. "I hate you, Jax." Spoken without the slightest hint of doubt.

the words cut. And Jax stares.

"I hate you. I hate everything about you. I'm nice to you because maybe- Just maybe, you weren’t as awful as everyone says.”

His ears droop down to the side of his head.

"But I was wrong."

You turn to leave. And Jax doesn’t follow. He just stands there, processing what you had said.

★ That night Jax lies in bed staring at the ceiling. He tells himself that it doesn't matter. That you don't matter. But the more he thinks about it, the more it begins to matter. That, maybe, you really did hate him.

★ A few days later you see him walk up to you. A dejected look on his face. "...Hey" Jax murmurs out. Unsure what else to say. You don't look angry. Or even frustrated. Just tired. Tired of him and tired of this place. “What do you want now?” You ask. Lacking the motivation to pretend to like him. 

[shelbybyr]

When you run out of fics to read

[vanillasweetpie]

۶ৎ too much ⋆. jax x fem!reader

tags: nsfw, p in v, kind of rough sex, public sex, praise n degradation, dirty talk, based on episode 4

“fuck, too fa-fast,” you whimper, your words slurred, dissolving into little gasps. your thighs trembling as Jax pounds into you against the rickety staffroom counter.

you’re shaking, so goddamn delicate in the way your soft thighs quake around him like you’re nothing but a pretty doll to be played with. and those eyes of yours, all glossy and pretty, fluttering shut every time his cock slams into your messy little pussy, spreading you wide like you’re meant to be filled and ruined. your lashes are wet with tears, clumped together like some kind of masterpiece, and your lips, all pouty and red and bitten, trembling with every little needy gasp you make. how could anyone resist you when you look like this? Jax couldn’t.

“poor thing. what’s wrong, doll?” he sneers and you hate how his voice makes your cunt clench down so tight around him. his cock is so deep, hitting places no one else ever has, grinding right up against your cervix like he’s trying to ruin you for anything else. your soft walls cling to him, sucking him in, so warm and tight it’s a miracle he doesn’t lose it right then and there. his hips snap forward brutally and you’re so wet it’s dripping down to the base of him, coating his dick in a shiny sheen that glistens obscenely under the dim fluorescents of spudsy’s. “owwh, all fucked out already? i thought you were tougher than this, baby.”

“sh-shut up,” you manage to gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder. 

“shut up? real cute coming from the girl who’s dripping all over me right now. you’re lucky i don’t drag you out there and let everyone see how pathetic and slutty you look.” Jax, being the asshole he is, punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrusts, the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix with brutal precision as his balls slap against your ass from how fast and hard he fucks you.

his long ears twitch, those yellow eyes narrowing in amusement as he leans back and grips your thighs to hoist you higher, teaching you a lesson, allowing himself to penetrate you even deeper. the position forces your legs to dangle over his long arms, your cunt spread wide for his relentless thrusts. “you’re so deep— hhngh jax. . .”

you let out a broken little cry, head lolling back as your nails dig into his uniform, what makes him grin, that cocky grin you both love and hate. “juuust like that, there we go, pretty. . . i know you like it like this, baby, feeling me so deep you can’t even think straight.” and god, he’s right. you do, you hate how much you do, how your body shakes with the force of it, how you can’t stop moaning his name like some pathetic, fucked-out thing, begging him to never stop ruining you.

“Jax, jax, jax. . . jax! f-fffuck, so good!” you let out a strangled moan, your head spinning and vision blurry as he leans back to watch the sight of his lovely girl fucked dumb, watch the way your pussy sucks him in, stretched so obscenely around his twitching cock. 

“fuck, you’re so tight,” Jax moans, his voice losing some of its usual snark as his thrusts grow erratic and messy, too lost in pleasure and the way you feel. “squeezing me so goddamn good, i— shit— can’t get enough of this pussy.”  

Jax adjusts his angle, and fuck, it’s like he’s trying to split you open, dragging that hot cock against every trembling inch of your insides. you feel it everywhere, stretching you, filling you, it’s burning you, like he’s carved himself into your very being. his hand comes down, gloved fingers slapping against your clit, your poor, swollen pearl, and you jolt, thighs jerking against his arms as you sob out his name. “p-please, Jax, i can’t—”  

“can’t what? can’t take it? don’t give me that, baby. this little cunt is so fucking greedy for me, squeezing me like you never wanna let me go.” his voice sounds mean but god its so hot it makes your stomach twist in knots. “don’t play dumb now. squeezing me so tight, you can’t lie to me.”

and you know he’s right. you’ll be ruined, absolutely ruined and the thought makes your cunt flutter, makes you whimper as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. he notices, because he’s a bastard like that. leans in close, his sharp teeth grazing your jaw as his voice lowers to a whisper. “pretty little thing, crying so sweet for me. you’re perfect like this, doll. so soft, you feel so good.” 

the words make your head spin and when he slams into you again, grinding his hips against yours with enough force to rattle the counter beneath you, you let out a sobbing moan. “please, right— right here, aahh!!” 

outside, someone yells about dropping a tray of fries, but the noise is so distant, barely registering over the wet slap of skin against skin and the breathless sounds spilling from your lips paired with Jax’s groans.

“Jax, m’gonna— fuck, gonna cum!” you cry out.

“yeah? me too, d-do it,” he groans and circles his fingers on your clit faster now. “cum for me, baby, want to feel you clench around me.” 

your whole body locks up and you obey his words, your abused pussy convulses and clenches so hard it drags a low groan out of him and his knees weaken. you’re trembling, ruined, your mind wiped blank by the force of your orgasm, and he doesn’t even give you a second to catch your breath as he keeps driving into you, muttering “just like that, yes, yes, just like that”, drunk on the way your greedy cunt milks him dry, squelching, squeezing him, his pace erratic now, desperate, until he’s spilling his seed deep inside you, filling you up so much it leaks out around his cock. 

he doesn’t pull out right away, just leans in to press a little kiss to your temple. “guess that’s one way to make the shift go by faster, huh?”

however the chaos of the restaurant continues, you clearly hear Gangle’s voice and something what Ragatha responds to her, but to you nothing else matters except the smug, shit-eating grin on Jax’s face and the way he is already tugging you off the counter only to bend you over it, spreading your legs with his knee, muttering something about round two. and you’re too dazed and fucked out to do anything but let him have you all over again.

[junebuggiezz]

Staring ain't enough! ✦ Jax (TADC)

𖦹—*Rubs hands together like a fly* You already KNOW!!

Gender neutral || Can be platonic or romantic || Censored/Uncensored swearing || Reader has no mentioned features

“Oh, my god... What am I looking at?” You bite your lip to prevent your laughter from spilling out, but the shakiness of your voice doesn’t fail to make Jax squint at you in anger. Pomni sits on his left as she kicks her legs in the air, obviously looking away to avoid any part of the conversation.

There on the bench he sat, dawned in a maid outfit with black slip-on shoes, knee-length white socks, white gloves— Is that a chest window!?

“Yeah yeah yeah, I’m in a maid outfit, look to your heart's content.” Jax then notices your eyes peer up and widen. He realizes what you were looking at and covers the window with his hand. “WELL DON’T LOOK AT THAT!” He yells out angrily. “Can’t even give a guy some decorum! You’re such a degenerate!”

You place the palm of your hand near your cheek. “Oh-ho-ho, no! If this is what I voted for while I was on the field then this may as well be my prize,” You walk over towards the bench and sit on his right side, your eyes not leaving his form, “It’s not everyday you get an outfit change afterall.”

“We literally had four other places where our outfits changed and THIS is the one you decide to fully focus on?”

“Mhm!” You nod. You continue to look at the window without shame, giggling to the point your cheeks started to flush. Jax’s lip tightens and pupils slowly shrink into squares as you continue poking fun at his misfortune. He had the mind to shrink you into a softball and toss you into the sun.

You lean back to wipe the tear that was forming in your eye and look up to the sky with playful longing. “I really wish I had a camera right now—”

“No.”

“—Specifcally a polaroid—”

“NO!”

The voting table pops up and the two of you look down at it; Besides Jax and Pomni, everyone approved whatever request had been placed. To the dismay of the purple rabbit, you were suddenly given a shiny new polaroid camera right in the palm of your hand. The face you made could be comparable to the Devil himself. You’re off the bench in a blur and suddenly in front of him with the camera covering half your face.

“Smile!” You happily laugh before he’s hit with a flash of white. He yelps, blinking his eyelids before covering his face.

“Augh, jeez— Put your [@!$#] toy away!”

SNAP!

“[NAME]!”

SNAP! 

“STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF ME!”

SNAP!

“FOR [%$!#]’s SAKE—C’MERE!” He leaps off the bench with his arms outstretched. His attempt at grabbing you fails as you dodge to the side and begin running towards the end of the benching area. Pomni watches from the sideline as you’re chased for a bit before Kinger stops Jax, telling him it was his turn to bat.

(ᐢ. ₓ .ᐢ)

Walking back into your room after the suggestion adventures, you sadly toss out the polaroid camera that Jax had slapped out of your hand and stomped into mangled oblivion. You walk towards your bed, turn your back to it, and flop onto its soft covers, allowing you to stare at the ceiling for a while. Once you’ve processed the events of today, your mind suddenly clicks again to Jax’s maid outfit fiasco. Your cheeks flush as your chuckling turns to laughter.

You dig into the space in your outfit and pull out the polaroids that had processed by the end of it. A few of the photos were a bit smeared from Jax attempting to launch at you, but the rest were as clear as day—especially of the window.

Your door is suddenly swung open.

Jax’s gloved palm is curled tightly on the door knob, his figure hunched over, and his face flushed pink in the middle. You can see his teeth sneer as he stares you down from the opening, even more so when he locks his eyes onto the photos in your hands. You’re about to question how he got in when you see a key placed in his other tightly-fisted hand.

Well it’s not like you didn’t see this coming at some point.

You laugh tauntingly albeit with a hint of fear, waving the photos in the air. “You’re still not upset about the photos I have of you, right? I can always toss ‘em in the trash if that’ll make you feel better.” You smirk.

Jax’s laugh is anything but nice. He is seething. 

“Oh-ho-ho, no… I don’t trust you in doing that sort of thing, especially when I leave this room.” He takes a few steps into your room, kicks the door closed with his foot, and locks the door without turning away from you. “SO! We’re gonna settle this one way or another,”

Your smile wobbles slightly and you feel sweat begin to form on your forehead.

He smiles angrily and his left eye squints. “‘Cause I’m not leaving this room without those photos.” 

Well shit…

𖦹—Thank you Gooseworx for feeding us Jaxlings

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Cuddling TADC cast

Been a minute since I've written an entire cast shot for TADC-- dont expect this to be a common thing again

Notes: gn reader, short and sweet, written on computer, Canon character focused, im sure ive already written this a loooooooong time ago but blah blah blah feeling like its been long enough to warrant a rewrite esp as new episodes have likely come out between then and now

CWs: mentions of body dysmorphia in zoobles part, mentions of loss in kingers part as well as struggles with memory

CAINE

LOVE love loves cuddling with you- hes never actually cuddled another person... bubble doesnt count and thats more of like... comical clinging hug than actual cuddling!

odds are youre physically larger than him but thats not going to stop him being big spoon- definitely has the traditional "men need to be the one in that position" not because he feels he NEEDS to as a man... he just likes feeling like youre personal protector- your man, your guy, your... uhuhuh... yeah!

he sometimes like to cuddle you mid air... hope youre not afraid of heights and the odd feeling of defying physics!

POMNI

again, odds are youre larger than her. she seems more of a little spoon person... though she strikes me as the type to be an awkward cuddler. she doesnt really know where to put her hands- even if its far from the first time youve cuddled into one another

i love her, and she loves you- but pomni looks like the type of person to run uncomfortably hot and doesnt like being touched because of it... clammy and gross feeling, doesnt like it. dont touch her she will get irritated from the feel... its not that she doesnt like you she just doesnt like feeling sweaty

compromises by holding your hand in bed... looping your fingers together as you sleep feels... more tender honestly...

RAGATHA

shes soft and plush- of course she is, shes a doll! definitely has some weight to her... sleeping with her arm wrapped around you is so comforting, genuinely the best sleep youve gotten in a while

she also vaguely smells like berries! so thats a bonus! she totally gets it if you nestle your face into her hair and drift off smelling her! sure its a little quirky but shes not going to judge you for it... honestly if you smelled nice like that she might do the same

no big spoon/little spoon thing... you two mostly just cling onto one another in the bed by any means necessary

JAX

only ever cuddles you when he knows for a fact other people arent going to come in and see him like this. i still stand firm that he hates being seen as soft and vulnerable. even letting himself indulge in stuff like this in an unapologetically tender and sincere way for YOU takes some time

and even then hes most likely to shift into you and cuddle if youre asleep, unable to perceive his rare moment of just... being soft.

he doesnt like being little spoon though, even without the vulnerability stuff

hes kind of sticky.. hes not fluffy in my mind. hes like those rubber squishy toys

KINGER

its... nice holding someone again... but when was the last time hes held someone? why does it feels so familiar but so different- it wasnt you in his arms before was it? it was... someone else, wasnt it? ...hes hardly in the moment long enough most of the time to really dwell on it

he likes being the big spoon- keeping you in his arms... er... hands... makes him feel anchored, calmer. he knows hes missed this even if he cant quite pin point why

but... he kind of melts right into you when you turn it back on him and make him the little spoon. its like seeing a stunned animal relax into comfort

GANGLE

cuddling with her can be a little... hard.. shes made of ribbon so there isnt much to hold and she doesnt have much weight to her... it.. definitely is a sore topic for her. it makes her feel like shes falling short somewhere. like she cant properly cuddle you

even holding her bundled up in your arms doesnt feel right, and shes going to pull away the entire time- doesnt want to waste your efforts even if you try to reassure her... times like this call for creativity--

wrapping her ribbons around you might be a little unconventional... and might lead to tangling- but its something, and its something only you two can do.. no one else! its special and unique to your relationship specifically.. word it like that to her and she'll cheer up a bit!

ZOOBLE

they dont... much care for cuddling. for multiple reasons. partly because its just not for them, and partly because it forces them to actively become aware of what their body is like... the shape, the textures... its all a bit much...

but zooble doesnt want to make you feel rejected- its a hard situation all around. they are going to at least talk to you about it so youre not left in the dark... though it might take a while for them to bring it up

they much prefer non physical intimacy anyways- even prior to the circus. acts of service, talking, spending time. things like that mean more to them