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A Doll and her Favorite Stuffie

Riding this crazy writing inspo as long as it goes.

Swapped au Circus au based after @xentepez designs on twitter.

Ragatha thinks over her relationship with her special relationship with her precious Stuffie.

Few adjustments to the original au for personal plot. Jax is a crybaby light blue stuffed bunny and Ragatha is practically Barbie doll who kinda looks like Jessica Rabbit just with a more PG dress.

Ragatha ruled this place. If she was going to be stuck here as a knock-off Barbie, this was going to be her dream house. The ring leader, Pomni, was easily manipulated; the AI was annoying as hell with her chaoticness and stupid adventures, but they did care about the characters comfort. A normal person might appreciate that someone was trying to keep them sane, but Ragatha cut through the bullshit. If anyone knew how to get out of here, it was her, and if she wasn’t going to tell them and treat them like playthings, then she could play too.

All Ragatha had to do was bat her eyes and say something was "wrong.” With the illusion of a circus, she would snap her fingers to change it. They didn’t always fall for it, unfortunately. Everyone may complain that she’s selfish, but when they need something, they come straight to her. Even if Gaggle’s design was based on royalty, Ragatha was the queen of this hive.

They needed something; she’d get it, and in return, they put up with her games and demands. Gangle wanted a room built for royalty glitz and glam galore. Her room was full of digital furs and jewelry, with a bed and wardrobe that filled up half the room in less than a week. Zooble had endless spare parts to change into in a blink of an eye. Caine asked for bigger bathrooms. The oddly shaped jester was unable to fit comfortably before. Even Kinger, the resident loon, asked for a secret place to go when he needed to be alone. Well, secret to everyone but her.

It made her feel amazing. These people would fall apart without her, and some did. No one could deny she was needed, and everyone came to her. Well, almost everyone.

Jax. The one person who never asked her for anything, and she meant anything. Even when he was literally splitting at the seams, cotton puffs were falling from his body. He really didn’t ask for anything, but being the Queen Bee with a hold on one of the worker bees rubbed her the wrong way.

She started off by offering anything he could want, but he denied her. Sometimes she’d see his eyes long for something, and she’d think he’d finally give in, only to see him sigh and give up. He even offered to give her some of her wants at no charge. She couldn’t wrap her head around him, and it made her both intrigued and bitter. Ragatha soon decided he was her new favorite toy. Sure, she couldn’t get him to take anything, but he was a people-pleaser. And God did she like to be pleased.

Starting softly, she’d make his personal space her own. Legs on his lap, lounging on his shoulders, pulling on his floppy ears, making him yelp and jump. Which was adorable, she had to admit. Then, having him carry her around like a princess when she got bored or just refused to walk anymore, occasionally going into his room to take a nap on his bed because she could At first, she did it cause she thought it would set him off, but he just gave her a plush quilt that came into the room and slept in his chair. She remembers calling him a dumb bunny and leaving, feeling an unfamiliar heat in her body and face, but still coming back.

Eventually, she did find things that made him tick, but in an unexpected way. Going back to his ears while he was carrying her on another adventure she got bored on. She decided to feel a patch he had recently put on his ear that made her curious about the texture. She petted it much softer than she meant to, and she felt him shudder and nearly drop her yelling for the first time since he’d been here. “Don’t!”

Ragatha should've been furious for him raising his voice at her, but he adjusted her so she was farther away from his ears, and she could feel his heart beat practically beating out of his chest and his face engulfed with the sweetest deep blue blush she’d ever seen. Something clicked in her brain, and she giggled softly and low, snuggling closer to him. He tried to keep his gaze ahead even when he felt her eyes bore into him. Jax gulped when she pulled up and whispered in his ear, “Good to know. What a funny bunny!"

From that moment on, her teasing turned in a completely different direction. Ragatha was much more touchy, and his space was hers now. She loved watching him crumble under her stare. Making herself so irresistible that even Mr. doesn’t ask for anything would bend his own rules just to bask in her sweet touches She reveled in the way he’d melt for her, almost never granting him the first touches or kisses, connecting them in a way they didn’t let anyone else. He had to prove to her every time how much he wanted her. Like she wanted him.

Examining her nails on his bed, her eyes drift to the lanky, plush bunny, sniffling as he finishes stitching a patch on his ear. A smile stretches across her lips as she spots an opportunity too good to pass up. She moves quietly to stand behind him and puts herself in view of the hand mirror he’s looking at to examine his stitchwork. Spotting her, he jumps in surprise and rips the leftover thread hard from his ear, knocking himself down and causing a new set of tears to fall.

“Jezz Stuffie, it’s one thing to be a cry baby, but do you have to be so clumsy too? It makes it hard to like you.” She winks, flopping herself directly into his lap instead of helping him up. His breath hitches at her weight but then settles for whatever she has in store. It’s not good to fight her too much; he learned that not long after he got here and has been reminded every time after. She smiles sweetly at him, but it's predatory, like a lioness eyeing a gazelle, and he reaches for a gloved hand to nervously scratch at his floppy ears. She pinches his cheek a little rough and pouts, "But you’re much too cute to let that stop me.”

His face flushes a darker blue, and despite enjoying her attention, he knows she’s just messing with him and frowns. "Y-You shouldn’t tease people like that; it isn’t n-nice.”

“Who did this to you, Stuffie?” She hums senselessly and tugs at his newly sown ear, and he winces and whines a bit, which makes a mischievous smile spread on her face.

“You did. L-last night. Remember?” She snaps her fingers as if she really forgot and nods. She was a little rough with him last night, wasn’t she? It’s not like he didn’t like it as much as she did, given the way he encouraged her at times.

“I’m sorry, does it really hurt?” She says, giggling, and this makes him pout and look away.

"Awww, don’t be like that bunny doll. I can make it up to you. I’ll be nice today.” She says this, bringing her lips to the newly stitched spot in a long, soft kiss. Jax gasped with a shiver. “You know how I feel about you, don’t you?” She says cooing, closing in on his personal space. Eyeing him the entire time as she leans in, reveling in the way his heart starts beating so fast she can feel it under her palm and his flush turning a deeper blue.

“Not r-really.” he whispers, just as she’s about to place a kiss on his lips. Even as his eyes are hooded, he waits for her to move in.

Ragatha stops, though, and pulls back. “What did you just say?”

Oh no.

“I-I meant-” He starts to defend himself. But she instantly interrupts him with a glare.

“Go on.”

He tries to get the courage to speak up again, but all he can muster is a hushed, “You said you’d be nice.”

As much as she wants to pull exactly what he meant in this very moment, Ragatha, despite popular belief, didn’t actually like when he looked genuinely scared of her. Sure, she liked making him anxious and squirmy, but that was his default anyway. She frowns before blowing out a huge puff of air, forcing herself to relax a bit. “Don’t look at me like that. I hate it. You know I’m not going to hurt you.” She says moving back away from him more. Looking away with a serious pout this time.

Jax calms down, instantly feeling guilty, and moves to bring her back to him. She brushes him off, and his face gets a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

This was not the right thing to say, as she glared while still looking away, now crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “Don’t apologize. Tell me what you meant.”

There’s an awkward silence, and he watches her and finally says, “Are you going to cry?”

Her head snaps at him, and her anger is back in a moment. “No, Jax. I’m not going to cry just because my boyfriend thinks I’m a manipulative monster. I’m not a pathetic child like you." She spits out the last part.

He initially winces, but then a look of sympathy comes over his face. He knows her. She’s doing this because she feels weak. If there’s one thing she never wanted anyone to think, it was that she was anything less than a person with a will of pure steel.

She’s angry, but he can see the hurt in her eyes as well. He didn’t mean to upset her, so he gives her what she wants and says, “I never said that. I j-just meant that sometimes I’m not sure you like me.” Her expression turns to a frown, and he continues, "Sometimes I feel like I'm more a g-game than anything. And i-if we weren’t stuck here, you wouldn’t want me…”

For a moment, she examines him, softening before glaring again and hopping back completely into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his overalls, pulling him in like she’s going to headbutt him, causing him to yelp. “Listen here, you dumb bunny. I have never and will never do a damn thing I don’t want to. Are we clear?”

He nods with a gulp, and she searches his eyes for any traces of doubt left and must be satisfied because she pulls back with a smile, brushing out his overalls where she gripped them. “Good. Now that that's clear, I think you owe me something.”

“I’m s-”

She stops him. “Not that.”

Once again, she adjusts herself on his lap, so she lazily lays her arms around his neck from above, giving him another predatory grin. She grabs his ear and pulls it back until his neck is exposed, and she instantly works on leaving her brand on his skin. He gasps, wrapping shaky hands around her. Letting out a whine, asking for more.

“Silly rabbit.” Slowly moving back, she goads him to open his mouth and descends with a hushed “Tricks are for kids.”

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