whomstress

[whomstress]

Just a rag dolly who wants everyone to be happy

[whomstress]

Stupid idiot gets fucking owned LMAO

[whomstress]

Btw while writing this I imagined them to look to like @doodle-bunstel designs because Ive been obsessed with there bunnydoll art. If you have not checked them out and followed them youre missing out!

When You Reach Your Breaking Point (Bunnydoll fic!)

Rated M for spicy make-outs and lewd language but no smut

Trapped in bouncy ball together Ragatha and Jax are forced to confront why the other can push their buttons like no one else, while in a too close for comfort proximity.

Full fic on ao3 and below after the under cut!

“Don’t you have a key for this or something?” Ragatha said, pushing her hands in any space she could around the small bouncy ball they were trapped in to find an exit.

“Yeah, because I would have a key for a random ball trap Caine made for an adventure 5 minutes ago!” Jax snapped back, becoming increasingly uncomfortable just trying to find a footing where he wasn’t touching Ragatha. If they moved too much, the ball would start rolling, and they’d fall on each other all over again.

“Well, how am I supposed to know that! I don’t know where you get your keys!” Her hand accidentally slides against the side of his face while they're moving, and she quickly apologizes for touching him the 20th time since they’ve been in there already.

This was a nightmare; he was very much not into touching. Well, not gentle touching; specifically, pushing people to the ground, tripping, or hitting funny traps was fine. Anything more, unless it was under very different circumstances, was unsavory. That stood even more for Ragatha for some reason. Her constant brushing, bending, and pressing was putting him on edge more than he’d like to admit. 

However, their quick movements to jerk back from each other when they touched a little more personal than knocking elbows and knees had the unfortunate effect of making the ball start rolling again, and they’d fall over each other anyway.

They roll a bit, crashing into each other, scrambling for some balance and impossible space at the same time. An elbow hits Ragatha’s face, and right as Jax laughs at it, they roll again, and she headbutts straight into his chin.

He makes a funny noise in the hit, and even in all their tumbling, he hears Ragatha stifle a laugh. It’s probably because his nerves are already fried, but he gets much more upset at this than usual. His eyes narrow in the dark, and Ragatha can sense her mistake. “Wait, wait, wait—JAX!”

Large hands clasp around her face before she knows it, and his skull crashes painfully with hers, only causing them to roll faster. “You’re such a jerk!” Ragatha slaps a hand straight to his face, and they officially start fighting. As they tumble around, everything hits harder than it needs to be. “Why do you always have to be like this?!”

“Me? You’re always the one who expects the worst from me, so why don’t I just give it!” An already bony knee that would just brush or barely poke a side is pressed in, and in return a plush heel goes straight for the cheek. “Ow! You little—for someone who acts so cheerful and caring all the time, that kick felt pretty personal, doll.”

“Maybe it was! Maybe I’m tired of being your punching bag!” Ragatha moves to slam into him but hits the side of the ball instead and quickly swivels to trip him. He catches himself just barely by grabbing the top of her head and pushing himself back up. “Ugh, I swear you have something personal against me! Sure, you mess with Gangle and Zooble, but you always find me just to bother me. WHY!?”

“Because you piss me off! Not everyone wants to be happy all the time! You can’t pretend like we’re not stuck here! Sweet little Dolly cares for everyone day and night.” He fakes a gag, “Give me a break!” 

“I’m not pretending anything! I know we’re stuck here; I’ve been here longer than you! I just want people to be happy while they can! Being miserable all the time doesn’t work for anyone but you!” Jax catches a fist going straight for his shoulder before she lands the hit, and she grabs his just as he reaches to grab her hair. He smirks at the annoyed huff she makes. “It’s you who's always pretending nothing matters here, like we can’t see right through you!”

“&*#& you!” He says with more emotion than he’s usually comfortable with.

“No, *&^% YOU!” Ragatha’s eyes widen for a moment; he rarely cusses unless in extreme situations, and even rarer does she cuss back. Part of her faulters wanting to check in on him and thinks she may have gone too far, but she’s reached an anger only he’s ever been able to pull out of her, so instead she stares him down.

They’d push against each other’s grip, practically growling at each other, entering an angry but silent staring match. They use the short stalemate to catch their breath and, honestly, their stomachs. But they still looked at each other as if they were happy to go back to rolling and fighting any second, but in reality, it was calling a break without actually admitting it. 

Naturally not adding momentum with their movement, the ball stopped turning them in large waves. This caused them to move closer to each other, feet no longer supported on the edges of the ball but only on the bottom. Ragatha looked away from Jax, only further annoyed she had to be closer to him, then noticed what was happening. She realized if they got even closer, like sitting back-to-back on the ball floor, it would probably stop moving altogether.

She looks at him excited at her discovery, and he gives her back a look like she’s crazy. And she takes another step forward to prove her point before talking, but this directly enters Jax's personal space, and he shoves her off, jerking them again. Ragatha huffs, anger building right back to where it was in an instant.

“Stop moving! If we just work together, we can get it to stop!” Ragatha says falling back at the other end, and Jax only takes this as an opportunity to make it move more. So she lands square on her face. She lets out an annoyed groan and stands up as best she can to the laughing rabbit directly across from her. “&@&* it!”

She can’t take it anymore and retaliates if anything just to keep her sanity. She stops saying sorry and tackles him, bringing her whole body tight to him in a hug. Jax, from what she knows hates personal touch, and despite just fighting, she wanted to respect that, but at this point they’re both going to blow chunks and roll in it if they don’t stop moving, and this could balance them out.

“WHAT are you doing? Let go!” Jax tries to push her off, but her face buries into his chest to hold him closer, and a shiver goes up his spine. He felt them stabilizing the ball, not able to go in full circles at their speed when their weight was so concentrated in one area. He did not like this. Even when he figured out what she was doing, he hated it. It felt weird, like it always did when she touched him too long.

As they're coming to a stop, Jax does his best to make room between them, and she actually tries to get up a bit before the ball creaks forward and she falls straight onto him again. Face closer to his than it’s ever been, and they're both staring at each other with all the bile of thinking it’s the other's fault for this mess or that they’re even trapped together in the first place.

This probably isn’t good for either of them. Their anger seemed to be reaching a boiling point in here. Finally forced to face it without being able to run away. They know too much about each other; this could really only go one way if they keep pushing it.

The next one to attack would escalate an everyday rivalry between them to out right war. There would be no coming back from this. Every hurt and anguish was laid out on the table, and words they could never take back were said and done. Never to care for each other again.

So why were they hesitant? Jax could guess why Ragatha was; even if this is the most pissed he’s made her, she’d never be the one to strike first. For all her bark she had no bite. But why not him? He had no problem hitting below the belt; he could finally be rid of her, so why?

He scrambled for clear thoughts, but with her this close, it’s hard to ignore the breath against each other’s face, cheeks, and neck. Even worse is how their chests are pressed together, and he’s sure Ragatha can feel his heart racing, and Jax can feel the softness of her breast that he hated to say he always wondered was softer than the rest of her and hated to know that he’s guessed right.

Suddenly he realizes just how fucking hot it is in here. Hot temper, hot breath, hot bodies. If they could sweat, they’d probably be dripping by now. They tried to adjust as the ball started to still, and Ragatha pulled back again, and the ball jerked as if it were punishment itself. Only landing her directly in his lap, and his hands grip her waist and neck for balance.

There’s a moment of pure awkwardness as they separate again before he bares his sharp teeth at her closer to her face than he ever thought he could be. “Get. Off.”

Her eyes quickly sharpen in annoyance as if he isn’t sharing the same embarrassment she is, not willing to be intimidated if only for a moment. And in that moment of pure defiance, she takes all the courage she can muster and says, “No.”

But her voice still breaks a bit, and her face must be as red as a tomato by now. She’s not so good at playing the tough guy, so after what seems like a millennium of meeting his glare, but maybe not as angry, her eyes finally dart away, needing just a second to think.

However, maybe this was just too damn intimate even for them or the tension between them right now would have to be cut with a knife. But the feeling of wanting to tear each other limb from limb and the desire for intimate touch neither had experienced in years were indistinguishable. So when she did take that break in eye contact, it went straight for his lips, and it only took the instant to reach his eyes again before the pressure between them erupted, smashing straight into an angry kiss. 

Teeth knocked together painfully in their effort to find each other. It was nothing like Ragatha was used to; her past partners were all sweethearts, and she thought soft, warm kisses were what she liked best. But Jax was anything but a sweetheart, and these kisses were all teeth, tongue, and lips gnashing together desperately trying to ease the heat blazing through their veins.

Jax feels his skin prickling in a very peculiar way. Like it often did with Ragatha but ramped up by 100. He figured that even though he didn’t like touch most times, but if it meant someone, in this case an incredibly annoying but pretty doll, moaning and wiggling on top of him, he didn’t seem to mind.

Her whimpers and gasps are music to his ears, and he loves the way it feels when his tongue is pressed against hers. It feels so her to be more quiet, as if she’s too scared to bother anyone with her sounds, which he thinks of as a challenge to take on. He grabs her thigh and shifts her so she’s more firmly on top of him, and the way his name escapes her lips is something he never imagined could come from her.

“%*@&, Raggy. Do that again.” He pulls back for a moment, but she presses a hand down on his chest, threading her fingers through the fur there, and presses him more firmly against her.

She catches his lips wet and hot, pleading with him, “I will, I promise, just don’t stop kissing me. Not yet. Please.”

Something in him that’s completely feral takes him over at her beg, and he flips them over surprisingly smoothly for their situation, fitting in a spot right between her legs. He holds her wrists over her head by one hand and uses the other to grab her face and kiss her hard. His sharp teeth pull at her bottom lip, and she whimpers under him. 

The ball, which they had been a hindrance until now, only added fuel to the flames. Their sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls, echoing back to them, and the rocking helped in a more sensual way. 

“Why does this feel so good?” Jax says to release her wrists so when he goes straight for her neck, she can clasp her arms around him. Their clothes can’t come off, but they could be bent and pulled, and call it pathetic, but there’s a special kind of thrill to when Ragatha presses her hand under one of the straps of his overalls that he can’t help the groan that falls out of his throat against her neck.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles an answer even though he wasn’t really asking. He has to admit licking fabric wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, but the way she fully wrapped her legs around him and let his hands wander wherever he wanted as he did was sure worth it. His teeth snag on a small stitch going upward on her neck, and it causes her to jolt, and he tries to do it again but accidentally snaps it. 

“W-Why was that so hot? How did you know how to do that?” She says it's like the breath has been taken straight out of her body.

“Ehhh, been making out since middle school.” He jokes for a second, fully intending to get right back in it when he hears a small laugh and almost ignores it until it’s followed with an under-the-breath.

“With your pillow apparently.”

His head snaps up, and she looks like a deer in the headlights, like he wouldn’t be able to hear her right next to his ear. “Want to run that by me again, dollface?”

“Sorry, I j-j- just meant that the only way you’d be making out in middle school would be…” Ragatha’s foot-in-mouth hits her before she even finishes, and she at least has the sense to stop when his eye twitches in annoyance.

“Congratulations, Ragatha, you officially ruined the mood!” He moves himself completely away from her neck. 

“That’s not what your hands seem to think.” She says she proved her point by pressing into them where they landed on her curves and him giving a squeeze in response. “I can’t believe I’m the one who has to tell you to lighten up a little, bun.”

“Bun!?”

“Yeah, since you always call me nicknames, I thought… since we, you know.” Her words tumble off.

“Just because we dry-humped—”

“JAX!” She squeals appalled, but he doesn’t stop.

“—doesn’t mean you get a nickname; that’s my thing.” 

She scoffs, “You don’t own nicknames.”

“In here I do toots!” He says, pointing a finger in her face, and she slaps it out of the way.

“Don’t point your finger in my face!” At this point she’s all but separated from him as much as possible as they are on top of each other.

“Why? Somewhere else you want me to point it, doll?” He gives her the biggest shit-eating grin he can give her, followed by her yelling his name again. But he only responds by flipping over and becoming an unmovable annoyance as they argue.

Aside from being trapped in a ball together, it’s no different than the argument they had this morning. They argue like any other day of the week, like nothing happened between them at all.But it did, and they can feel it. At least Jax can.

Maybe it’d change once they were out of here. They could both agree to leave things back in here and not look back. But he had a creeping feeling that wouldn’t work because as they were going at it, something dawned on him. This wasn’t just a pent-up explosion of passion because of proximity. If he was stuck in here with Zooble, they’d both be the closest to death they could get to by now. He’d wanted to touch her for a while. Longer than the couple seconds it took to throw her in the deep fryer. 

Touching and being touched by Ragatha felt like having an itch scratched that’s been on him for years, and he wanted more in any way he could. Which is why he flipped over in the first place. The moment was over. He’s more comfortable with their bickering anyway. Still, he did purposely flip over so he’d be lying on top of her like a sack of bricks, so she had to try to push and pull at him to at least get him into a more comfortable position. 

He will say the new way he’s been able to tease her just in the last 10 minutes is something he’s going to have fun tormenting her with. The way she’d get red and so frustrated is something he can’t just let slip through his fingers! Not like there’s anything more to it. She definitely didn’t want to make out with him now or maybe ever, which is fine. Probably.

Yep! This was just a new door opening for more of his kind of fun! Nothing more, nothing less.

She starts ranting in his ear after a particularly dirty joke, and he zones out, and the memory flashes back to him of her face when she was panting and begging for him to kiss her. “God, you’re pretty,” Jax mumbles out by accident.

Ragatha stops, not fully hearing him. “What did you say?”

“I said, ‘You’re *@&%!’”

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When You Reach Your Breaking Point (Bunnydoll fic!)

Rated M for spicy make-outs and lewd language but no smut

Trapped in bouncy ball together Ragatha and Jax are forced to confront why the other can push their buttons like no one else, while in a too close for comfort proximity.

Full fic on ao3 and below after the under cut!

“Don’t you have a key for this or something?” Ragatha said, pushing her hands in any space she could around the small bouncy ball they were trapped in to find an exit.

“Yeah, because I would have a key for a random ball trap Caine made for an adventure 5 minutes ago!” Jax snapped back, becoming increasingly uncomfortable just trying to find a footing where he wasn’t touching Ragatha. If they moved too much, the ball would start rolling, and they’d fall on each other all over again.

“Well, how am I supposed to know that! I don’t know where you get your keys!” Her hand accidentally slides against the side of his face while they're moving, and she quickly apologizes for touching him the 20th time since they’ve been in there already.

This was a nightmare; he was very much not into touching. Well, not gentle touching; specifically, pushing people to the ground, tripping, or hitting funny traps was fine. Anything more, unless it was under very different circumstances, was unsavory. That stood even more for Ragatha for some reason. Her constant brushing, bending, and pressing was putting him on edge more than he’d like to admit. 

However, their quick movements to jerk back from each other when they touched a little more personal than knocking elbows and knees had the unfortunate effect of making the ball start rolling again, and they’d fall over each other anyway.

They roll a bit, crashing into each other, scrambling for some balance and impossible space at the same time. An elbow hits Ragatha’s face, and right as Jax laughs at it, they roll again, and she headbutts straight into his chin.

He makes a funny noise in the hit, and even in all their tumbling, he hears Ragatha stifle a laugh. It’s probably because his nerves are already fried, but he gets much more upset at this than usual. His eyes narrow in the dark, and Ragatha can sense her mistake. “Wait, wait, wait—JAX!”

Large hands clasp around her face before she knows it, and his skull crashes painfully with hers, only causing them to roll faster. “You’re such a jerk!” Ragatha slaps a hand straight to his face, and they officially start fighting. As they tumble around, everything hits harder than it needs to be. “Why do you always have to be like this?!”

“Me? You’re always the one who expects the worst from me, so why don’t I just give it!” An already bony knee that would just brush or barely poke a side is pressed in, and in return a plush heel goes straight for the cheek. “Ow! You little—for someone who acts so cheerful and caring all the time, that kick felt pretty personal, doll.”

“Maybe it was! Maybe I’m tired of being your punching bag!” Ragatha moves to slam into him but hits the side of the ball instead and quickly swivels to trip him. He catches himself just barely by grabbing the top of her head and pushing himself back up. “Ugh, I swear you have something personal against me! Sure, you mess with Gangle and Zooble, but you always find me just to bother me. WHY!?”

“Because you piss me off! Not everyone wants to be happy all the time! You can’t pretend like we’re not stuck here! Sweet little Dolly cares for everyone day and night.” He fakes a gag, “Give me a break!” 

“I’m not pretending anything! I know we’re stuck here; I’ve been here longer than you! I just want people to be happy while they can! Being miserable all the time doesn’t work for anyone but you!” Jax catches a fist going straight for his shoulder before she lands the hit, and she grabs his just as he reaches to grab her hair. He smirks at the annoyed huff she makes. “It’s you who's always pretending nothing matters here, like we can’t see right through you!”

“&*#& you!” He says with more emotion than he’s usually comfortable with.

“No, *&^% YOU!” Ragatha’s eyes widen for a moment; he rarely cusses unless in extreme situations, and even rarer does she cuss back. Part of her faulters wanting to check in on him and thinks she may have gone too far, but she’s reached an anger only he’s ever been able to pull out of her, so instead she stares him down.

They’d push against each other’s grip, practically growling at each other, entering an angry but silent staring match. They use the short stalemate to catch their breath and, honestly, their stomachs. But they still looked at each other as if they were happy to go back to rolling and fighting any second, but in reality, it was calling a break without actually admitting it. 

Naturally not adding momentum with their movement, the ball stopped turning them in large waves. This caused them to move closer to each other, feet no longer supported on the edges of the ball but only on the bottom. Ragatha looked away from Jax, only further annoyed she had to be closer to him, then noticed what was happening. She realized if they got even closer, like sitting back-to-back on the ball floor, it would probably stop moving altogether.

She looks at him excited at her discovery, and he gives her back a look like she’s crazy. And she takes another step forward to prove her point before talking, but this directly enters Jax's personal space, and he shoves her off, jerking them again. Ragatha huffs, anger building right back to where it was in an instant.

“Stop moving! If we just work together, we can get it to stop!” Ragatha says falling back at the other end, and Jax only takes this as an opportunity to make it move more. So she lands square on her face. She lets out an annoyed groan and stands up as best she can to the laughing rabbit directly across from her. “&@&* it!”

She can’t take it anymore and retaliates if anything just to keep her sanity. She stops saying sorry and tackles him, bringing her whole body tight to him in a hug. Jax, from what she knows hates personal touch, and despite just fighting, she wanted to respect that, but at this point they’re both going to blow chunks and roll in it if they don’t stop moving, and this could balance them out.

“WHAT are you doing? Let go!” Jax tries to push her off, but her face buries into his chest to hold him closer, and a shiver goes up his spine. He felt them stabilizing the ball, not able to go in full circles at their speed when their weight was so concentrated in one area. He did not like this. Even when he figured out what she was doing, he hated it. It felt weird, like it always did when she touched him too long.

As they're coming to a stop, Jax does his best to make room between them, and she actually tries to get up a bit before the ball creaks forward and she falls straight onto him again. Face closer to his than it’s ever been, and they're both staring at each other with all the bile of thinking it’s the other's fault for this mess or that they’re even trapped together in the first place.

This probably isn’t good for either of them. Their anger seemed to be reaching a boiling point in here. Finally forced to face it without being able to run away. They know too much about each other; this could really only go one way if they keep pushing it.

The next one to attack would escalate an everyday rivalry between them to out right war. There would be no coming back from this. Every hurt and anguish was laid out on the table, and words they could never take back were said and done. Never to care for each other again.

So why were they hesitant? Jax could guess why Ragatha was; even if this is the most pissed he’s made her, she’d never be the one to strike first. For all her bark she had no bite. But why not him? He had no problem hitting below the belt; he could finally be rid of her, so why?

He scrambled for clear thoughts, but with her this close, it’s hard to ignore the breath against each other’s face, cheeks, and neck. Even worse is how their chests are pressed together, and he’s sure Ragatha can feel his heart racing, and Jax can feel the softness of her breast that he hated to say he always wondered was softer than the rest of her and hated to know that he’s guessed right.

Suddenly he realizes just how fucking hot it is in here. Hot temper, hot breath, hot bodies. If they could sweat, they’d probably be dripping by now. They tried to adjust as the ball started to still, and Ragatha pulled back again, and the ball jerked as if it were punishment itself. Only landing her directly in his lap, and his hands grip her waist and neck for balance.

There’s a moment of pure awkwardness as they separate again before he bares his sharp teeth at her closer to her face than he ever thought he could be. “Get. Off.”

Her eyes quickly sharpen in annoyance as if he isn’t sharing the same embarrassment she is, not willing to be intimidated if only for a moment. And in that moment of pure defiance, she takes all the courage she can muster and says, “No.”

But her voice still breaks a bit, and her face must be as red as a tomato by now. She’s not so good at playing the tough guy, so after what seems like a millennium of meeting his glare, but maybe not as angry, her eyes finally dart away, needing just a second to think.

However, maybe this was just too damn intimate even for them or the tension between them right now would have to be cut with a knife. But the feeling of wanting to tear each other limb from limb and the desire for intimate touch neither had experienced in years were indistinguishable. So when she did take that break in eye contact, it went straight for his lips, and it only took the instant to reach his eyes again before the pressure between them erupted, smashing straight into an angry kiss. 

Teeth knocked together painfully in their effort to find each other. It was nothing like Ragatha was used to; her past partners were all sweethearts, and she thought soft, warm kisses were what she liked best. But Jax was anything but a sweetheart, and these kisses were all teeth, tongue, and lips gnashing together desperately trying to ease the heat blazing through their veins.

Jax feels his skin prickling in a very peculiar way. Like it often did with Ragatha but ramped up by 100. He figured that even though he didn’t like touch most times, but if it meant someone, in this case an incredibly annoying but pretty doll, moaning and wiggling on top of him, he didn’t seem to mind.

Her whimpers and gasps are music to his ears, and he loves the way it feels when his tongue is pressed against hers. It feels so her to be more quiet, as if she’s too scared to bother anyone with her sounds, which he thinks of as a challenge to take on. He grabs her thigh and shifts her so she’s more firmly on top of him, and the way his name escapes her lips is something he never imagined could come from her.

“%*@&, Raggy. Do that again.” He pulls back for a moment, but she presses a hand down on his chest, threading her fingers through the fur there, and presses him more firmly against her.

She catches his lips wet and hot, pleading with him, “I will, I promise, just don’t stop kissing me. Not yet. Please.”

Something in him that’s completely feral takes him over at her beg, and he flips them over surprisingly smoothly for their situation, fitting in a spot right between her legs. He holds her wrists over her head by one hand and uses the other to grab her face and kiss her hard. His sharp teeth pull at her bottom lip, and she whimpers under him. 

The ball, which they had been a hindrance until now, only added fuel to the flames. Their sounds of pleasure bounced off the walls, echoing back to them, and the rocking helped in a more sensual way. 

“Why does this feel so good?” Jax says to release her wrists so when he goes straight for her neck, she can clasp her arms around him. Their clothes can’t come off, but they could be bent and pulled, and call it pathetic, but there’s a special kind of thrill to when Ragatha presses her hand under one of the straps of his overalls that he can’t help the groan that falls out of his throat against her neck.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles an answer even though he wasn’t really asking. He has to admit licking fabric wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, but the way she fully wrapped her legs around him and let his hands wander wherever he wanted as he did was sure worth it. His teeth snag on a small stitch going upward on her neck, and it causes her to jolt, and he tries to do it again but accidentally snaps it. 

“W-Why was that so hot? How did you know how to do that?” She says it's like the breath has been taken straight out of her body.

“Ehhh, been making out since middle school.” He jokes for a second, fully intending to get right back in it when he hears a small laugh and almost ignores it until it’s followed with an under-the-breath.

“With your pillow apparently.”

His head snaps up, and she looks like a deer in the headlights, like he wouldn’t be able to hear her right next to his ear. “Want to run that by me again, dollface?”

“Sorry, I j-j- just meant that the only way you’d be making out in middle school would be…” Ragatha’s foot-in-mouth hits her before she even finishes, and she at least has the sense to stop when his eye twitches in annoyance.

“Congratulations, Ragatha, you officially ruined the mood!” He moves himself completely away from her neck. 

“That’s not what your hands seem to think.” She says she proved her point by pressing into them where they landed on her curves and him giving a squeeze in response. “I can’t believe I’m the one who has to tell you to lighten up a little, bun.”

“Bun!?”

“Yeah, since you always call me nicknames, I thought… since we, you know.” Her words tumble off.

“Just because we dry-humped—”

“JAX!” She squeals appalled, but he doesn’t stop.

“—doesn’t mean you get a nickname; that’s my thing.” 

She scoffs, “You don’t own nicknames.”

“In here I do toots!” He says, pointing a finger in her face, and she slaps it out of the way.

“Don’t point your finger in my face!” At this point she’s all but separated from him as much as possible as they are on top of each other.

“Why? Somewhere else you want me to point it, doll?” He gives her the biggest shit-eating grin he can give her, followed by her yelling his name again. But he only responds by flipping over and becoming an unmovable annoyance as they argue.

Aside from being trapped in a ball together, it’s no different than the argument they had this morning. They argue like any other day of the week, like nothing happened between them at all.But it did, and they can feel it. At least Jax can.

Maybe it’d change once they were out of here. They could both agree to leave things back in here and not look back. But he had a creeping feeling that wouldn’t work because as they were going at it, something dawned on him. This wasn’t just a pent-up explosion of passion because of proximity. If he was stuck in here with Zooble, they’d both be the closest to death they could get to by now. He’d wanted to touch her for a while. Longer than the couple seconds it took to throw her in the deep fryer. 

Touching and being touched by Ragatha felt like having an itch scratched that’s been on him for years, and he wanted more in any way he could. Which is why he flipped over in the first place. The moment was over. He’s more comfortable with their bickering anyway. Still, he did purposely flip over so he’d be lying on top of her like a sack of bricks, so she had to try to push and pull at him to at least get him into a more comfortable position. 

He will say the new way he’s been able to tease her just in the last 10 minutes is something he’s going to have fun tormenting her with. The way she’d get red and so frustrated is something he can’t just let slip through his fingers! Not like there’s anything more to it. She definitely didn’t want to make out with him now or maybe ever, which is fine. Probably.

Yep! This was just a new door opening for more of his kind of fun! Nothing more, nothing less.

She starts ranting in his ear after a particularly dirty joke, and he zones out, and the memory flashes back to him of her face when she was panting and begging for him to kiss her. “God, you’re pretty,” Jax mumbles out by accident.

Ragatha stops, not fully hearing him. “What did you say?”

“I said, ‘You’re *@&%!’”

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my humor 2016

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You died! Choose your next reincarnation.

Remember, amount of karma farmed during lifetime will vary depending on chosen form.

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Studies show that adding an excessive amount of wings onto your portraits increases their coolness factor by a whopping 300%

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Moldy/unmoldy doomed yaoi or yuri?

you got it boss, here’s your doomed strawberry yuri

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well, i think you're beautiful <3

[art by me - neonscrapyard]

instagram || etsy

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It wasn't there 😔

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Heheh….

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hatsune miku and her weird uncle who runs a circus in the digital world

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The Surreal Virtual Digiscape AU: Shared Dream pt. 1 (bunnydoll)

(Please do NOT repost my art on ANY platform. Thank you.)

.. yep. Definitely just about apples, and eating them! Definitely not... something.. else... (my self indulgence)

SOOOO this was the kinda big but not really big thing I was setting up for?? It took me a while because of other things but HEY-- After doing the apple trend, I couldn't just let the idea of an apple and these two go... so it turned into this..

Anyways, a little thought I've had was that the cast in TSVD, at least those who have some sort of tense history/close history in general, tend to share dreams together the stronger they share a similar feeling towards one another. It's one of Caine's little experimental programs to see into their minds and relationships which also better helps him make future pairs collaborate/work together more with that knowledge in mind, because these dreams often show the feelings of both parties in vivid detail to him (pretty invasive, but hey, all for the sake of improving the feedback on his Journeys)

But for these two, especially, sharing a dream from time to time.. it's a detriment to their already, complicated, relationship. Shared dreams don't happen as often as one would expect, but they happen enough that it's become a sort of 'oh my god wait they weren't supposed to know that' kind of thing, what with how revealing these dreams are.

But also hehe if I wont make them kiss then I'll make them do these things to compensate... I'm foul.

Jax & Ragatha © Gooseworx

TSVD!AU & AU designs © Me

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Audio: Drown Me - Junie and the Hutfriends

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I will color it later🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

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