#and that jester better kiss that ragdoll

[iamespecter]

I am actually the CEO of Caine x Pomni x Ragatha guys trust me

[thescarletnargacuga]

OOooOooh SCALEEETTT

Because until now do i realize that im allowed to put two asks-

MAY I SUGGEST THIS

WITH A LITTLE BIT OF CAINE BEING A SMUG MAN AND BOTHERING SHADOW ABOUT IT.

Ty🩷 DONT OVERWHELM YOURSELF WITH WORL IM WATCHING YOU

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A/N:🎵I always feel like somebody's watching MEEEEE 🎶

SHADOWED ADMIRER

A SWEETTOOTH ONESHOT W/ SHADOW!CAINE

WARNING: little angsty, anxiety

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The circus members gathered to await Caine to announce their daily adventure. They made idle chit chat fully unaware of the being luring in the shadows, watching.

Shadow made sure to peak subtly and silently, going completely unnoticed as he focused on one circus member in particular. The red headed ragdoll, Ragatha. Her cheerful smile and sparkling eye make his heart skip a beat. She always seemed so full of life and energy, it made him almost wish he could go on adventures too.

Her braided yarn hair looked soft to the touch, I often wondered what it would be like to have it run between his fingers. He was even envious of her patchwork dress, as it got to hug her frame every second of every day. He left out a quiet, lovesick sigh. He knew he could never tell her, but it was nice to think about what it would be like to hold her...to kiss her...to tell her how much he-

"Morning!" Caine popped into existence next to his shaded kin.

Shadow completely dispersed for a second, becoming nothing but black smoke that clung to the walls, then reformed with a glare aimed directly at Caine.

"What are you up to on this fine day?" Caine asked with a smile.

"Nothing. [%$!#] off." Shadow grumbled.

Caine looked over at his circus members in the distance. Then back at Shadow. "Wait...were you spying again? You know you could just ask me what adventure I have planned. I don't mind telling you."

"This isn't about you." Shadow noticed some of the circus members looking his way and he moved out of sight. "Now go away. You're too loud."

Caine narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "If it's not me...what is it? Hm? You jealous my cast gets to go on adventures?"

Shadow felt heated by Caine's incessant questions. "No! I don't give a flying [%$!#] about your adventures!"

"Alright, then WHO is it? Who are you watching so obsessively?"

"I'm not obsessed!"

"Shadow, this is the third time this week alone I've caught you snooping. Come on, you can tell me."

"The [%$!#] I can. You'll just announce it to the whole circus!"

"I will not! In fact, I don't want you to tell me. I'll just guess." Caine smirked.

"You really don't listen when people tell you to go away...and you wonder why no one likes you." Shadow didn't bother disappearing. caine would just follow him if he did. At least here he could occasionally glance at Ragatha.

"No need to make this personal." Caine cleared his voice. "Now, I am convinced this is about a particular person. You have a crush."

Shadow was no better at hiding his emotions than Caine. "Wha-!? No!"

"Uh-huh, sure you don't. Is it Pomni? Because I hate to break it to you, she's called for."

"Eugh! NO! That ball of anxiety in a jester hat is all yours, you freak."

Caine deadpanned. "You should really look in a mirror sometime. Not Pomni. That's a relief. Jax?"

"No! None of them! I wouldn't tell you even if you guessed correctly."

"Ah-ha! So there is a correct answer!"

"[%$!#]" Shadow swore under his breath.

"Okay, it's got to be Gangle. I didn't think someone as sweet as her would be your type, but-"

"Will you knock it off already!? God! Fine! IT'S RAGATHA!" He said so loud, it echoed through the circus. The cast members that had been talking all stopped to look around for the source. Shadow and Caine were out of sight where they were. Shadow lowered his voice before continuing. "There. Now can you [%$!#] off already!? Just leaving me alone!"

"Ragatha?? Wow, that's an even bigger surprise than Gangle. Come on, Shadow, you shouldn't be ashamed! Ragatha is wonderful! I could introduce you."

"NO! No! Absolutely not! She isn't getting wind of ANY of this! Understand!?" Shadow blushed heavily in his flustered panic.

Caine sighed dramatically. "Fiiiiiiine. Mum's the word. Promise. Cross my code and hope to fly!"

"....that's not how- whatever." Shadow pinched the top of his bottom teeth in exasperation. "Just don't tell her. Seriously. It's...better if she doesn't know."

"But why? I bet she'd love to go on a double date with you and me and Pomni. They're best friends, you know. And even if she wasn't interested, she'd be nice about it. Ragatha is a very kind person."

Shadow was silent for a moment. "It's not the rejection...it's the disgust."

"What do you mean?"

"LOOK AT US!!" Shadow snapped. "You got lucky finding someone so pathetically desperate, they accepted affection from the likes of us. Ragatha would never."

Caine was taken aback, then angry. "There's no need to insult Pomni. Her interest sees past this." He gestures to himself. "It's not about the avatar, it's about the person behind it."

"We aren't people, Caine. We're.... we're nothing but code. And I'm even less than that. I'm not even rendered." Shadow looked at his inky black hands.

"Don't be so quick to judge how she'd react, Shadow. I had the same fears confessing to Pomni. How could she love an AI like me? And yet, here we are. It wasn't out of desperation. It was out of mutual respect and longing for connection. If you respect Ragatha, you'll tell her. Creeping in the shadows will get you nowhere."

Shadow went quiet again. His eyes falling on Ragatha. His heart ached to tell her, but it ached even more out of fear. "Not...yet. I can't."

Caine nodded. "It takes time, but don't wait too long. You know I can't keep my mouth shut forever." He winked and teleported to the circus members to introduce the adventure.

With everyone properly distracted, Shadow could look fully again and admire Ragatha from afar. His daydream of her smile being aimed at him was interrupted by the intrusive thought of her being angry and insulted that he dare say anything to her. He tried to shake it, but thinking about confessing made fear grip his heart. She'd never accept him. She'd never want him. He would forever belong to the shadows. Alone.

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

Preview for Ch. 3 of Jealous Jester

*Drops this and runs away*

Ragatha turned around when she heard her girlfriend let out a small groan.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” The doll asked as she made her way to where the jester was seated on the bed.

“Mmn, something got in my eye I think,” Pomni responded while still rubbing at her face with her head down.

“Does it hurt?” Ragatha’s voice was now laced with concern. She quickly kneeled down. “Can I take a look?”

As she got closer to inspect whatever was bothering the jester, Ragatha found some humor with the way their height difference had changed. With Pomni on her bed and the ragdoll’s knees on the ground, Ragatha now had to be the one to tilt her head up. 

She hovered her hands close to the younger woman’s face, careful not to touch her yet.

“May I, Pom-Pom?” She asked softly. 

Pomni nodded, her right eye nearly closed shut. Having been granted permission, Ragatha finally settled her hands gently on her girlfriend’s cheeks. The doll leaned herself even closer and used her thumb to delicately stroke the eyelid, encouraging it to open for her and show what was underneath. 

And what was underneath…

…was nothing. 

Nothing about the eye looked irritated at all. The sclera was white and clear of debris. There weren’t even any tears. 

Confused, Ragatha backed away a few inches and realized that Pomni’s pretty pinwheels had flickered forward to make direct eye contact. She caught a glimpse of the sly smile that had curled on the jester’s face before feeling hands come up to clutch the front of her dress and quickly pull her forward. The ragdoll let out a surprised squeak when she felt her lips suddenly collide with her girlfriend’s. 

It took Ragatha a brief moment to register what was happening before she let her eye flutter close as Pomni leaned even further into the kiss with a slight tilt of her head. The doll melted against the jester with a quiet moan. She then felt Pomni’s hands move to her back, wrapping both arms around Ragatha’s shoulders to bring her even closer. 

The two savored the sweet moment they were sharing together, letting everything else around them disappear for a few minutes. Ragatha could feel Pomni smiling into the kiss, and it made her do the same. She could have stayed as they were forever with no complaints, but to her mild disappointment, Pomni’s face peeled away from hers. Ragatha was oh so tempted to pull her back in. It would have been easy with how her hands were cradling the jester’s face, but she knew better. 

Although the need for air was inconsequential, Ragatha couldn’t help but let out a series of small breaths to clear her head and cool her heated face. Pomni looked equally flushed but was wearing a triumphant smirk. Her mouth was now painted with the lipstick mark that always resulted from kissing the ragdoll, an obnoxious little feature of the Circus that the two were still getting used to. The jester appeared fully satisfied with herself, and the doll took notice of how her pupils had changed into hearts again.

With her mind still a little foggy after what just happened, Ragatha blinked questioningly up at Pomni before letting out an airy chuckle.

“Did you just steal a kiss by tricking me?” An amused smile of her own had made its way onto her face. 

The jester playfully stuck out her tongue and winked her perfectly unbothered eye, sending the doll into a fit of girlish giggles.

“Sorry~,” Pomni said while not looking apologetic at all. “I had to get you closer to my face somehow, Aggie.”

Ragatha recalled the strange way her girlfriend had been looking up at her during their embrace. If Pomni had tried being any less subtle about what she wanted from the taller woman, she would’ve stood on her toes. The doll blushed, embarrassed for not having picked up on the obvious hint.

“Silly,” Ragatha tittered, glancing away for just a moment while trying to tuck away some of her hair. “You could have just asked me to bend over.”

Something in the way Pomni’s eyes became slightly lidded as she bit down on her lower lip sent a small jolt up her spine that made her blush harder. But whatever it was that the jester was thinking in that half second was shaken away with a few blinks.

“I-I guess I just wanted to surprise you,” she said after clearing her throat, now looking a little bashful.

Ragatha was beyond charmed by these brief bursts of bravado that allowed her girlfriend to be more playful. She didn’t think it was possible to feel even more enamored for the woman she held in her hands. 

“Well color me surprised, Pom-Pom,” the doll whispered while lightly settling her forehead against the jester’s, noticing her shyness melting away.

“Good to know,” Pomni whispered back, then gave her a little wiggle of her brows. “But how about you color me instead?”

The doll felt her own brows shoot straight up at the unexpected comeback, before bursting out in laughter. The jester joined her, both leaning against each other and chortling away until they eventually came down from their moment of mirth. Ragatha leaned back to wipe away a tear and watched as Pomni rubbed the back of her cap n bells.

“Sorry,” she apologized after letting out a few stray chuckles, looking pink. “That was kind of a dumb thing to say, wasn’t it?”

Ragatha cupped Pomni’s face with both hands again. “Not at all.” She gave away the last of her giggles before gently turning her girlfriend’s head to lightly stamp another kiss on her cheek, smiling at the fresh mark and the jester’s blissed-out expression. “I actually think that’s a great idea.” She then eyed the girl carefully. “That is, of course, if you were serious.”

“[$#!%] yeah,” her girlfriend breathed out with a dopey grin.

That was all she needed. 

[hellraisered]

could you maybe do some kind of relationship hc's with any dbd killer? i don't care about who it is , feel free to ignore this though. love your writing!

herman carter / reader + anna / reader || hcs. notes at end of post 

herman carter.

the relationship you have with herman could be better described as an arrangement between doctor and patient. he takes a morbidly clinical interest in you; what kind of sick mind and environment could allow for someone to fancy him? a man who has done nothing but find joy in your misery?

he enjoys shocking you once and a while - keeping you on your toes, laughing at your reaction. at least he seems to get quite the kick out of it. 

the most vital part about being in a relationship with herman is ensuring that you don't get boring to him. he is in a relationship with you because you bring something new to the table; you entertain him, not dissimilar to how a jester must captivate a king in order to ensure their survival. herman is your king, and you are never completely safe.

he gives you just barely enough affection to keep you sated - always making you starved for attention before finally catering to your needs. keeping you on a hook, allowing you to consider leaving for just one second, before getting sucked back in all over again. he likes to prove a point.

his hands are calloused from holding his punishment stick, but not as calloused as other killers’ - when his hand grazes your skin, it’s not the sensation you expected. you assumed every inch of his body would be rough with burns, but instead, the feeling of his fingers gripping your chin to look up at him was soft - curious. 

herman knows exactly what to say to get you riled up - in good ways and bad ways. he’s a psychologist - a doctor, and he’s very good at what he does. to your pleasure and displeasure. he can make you feel like the most coveted person in the world for one moment, but broken and empty the next. 

kissing can be hard sometimes. it doesn’t happen often. his lip situation isn’t superb.

he is also very into subtle acts of dominance; buttoning (and unbuttoning) your shirt, taking your chin in his hand, sitting you on his lap. small things that remind you, he’s the one in control here. 

despite the fact that he treats you like a ragdoll at times - disposable, he’s extremely possessive of you. you belong to him, and he will make you say it. the other way around doesn’t apply, though. but both of you know that. 

anna.

she takes great pride in being the provider for the both of you. she is the hunter, you are the gatherer. you are the treasure that she has found in the forest, and she will die keeping you hidden from prying eyes. 

you have to convince her that you’ll be safe and that you’ll come back, if you ever want to leave the house. her reply depends on her mood, and she will usually accompany you on any outings. 

although anna is more genuine with her affection than most killers would be, she expresses it generally through actions rather than words. giving you the best cuts of meat from the hardest of kills, engraving crude rings made from bone. 

she enjoys showing off to you in her own way - she’ll invite you to an animal skinning and let you see how skilled she is with a blade - what good wife material she is. 

her voice is lovely - she sings often, under her breath, when she prepares meat, when she gathers wood, and you’re always waiting to listen. although you may not understand everything she says, singing or normal speech, the intended message more often than not comes through.

she can spin you around in her arms with great ease. she’s a muscular woman, and she often moves you around casually - lifting you off of seats momentarily to rifle through cushions, or just carrying you around, like a beloved doll. she enjoys holding you, so i hope you enjoy being held.

notes:

thank you sm!!!!! i’m glad you like what i make :)!! also thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about herman!!