Aliens & Oh So Much More.

Before you and him even enter a relationship, I imagine that he'd be court you. After all, Jack the Ripper—although a serial killer—is a gentleman at heart. 

To add to that, he doesn't "date" to just be a boyfriend (or whatever the the Victorian Era's equivalent of a boyfriend). Jack intends to marry the person who he is courting.

So if you want a man who won't fool around with you, you'll definitely want Jack as a partner.

He is incredibly traditional. He will always open doors for you, pull out your chair, and offer his coat if it’s cold. However, he does these things with a slight, knowing smirk, as if he is playing a part in a grand performance just for your benefit.

Jack is obsessed with the color of your emotions. When you are genuinely happy, he describes your aura as a vibrant, swirling gold that he finds intoxicating. He often stares at you for long periods, not because he is being rude, but because he is trying to paint your emotional state in his mind. 

He insists on making tea for you every afternoon. He takes the process very seriously, measuring the leaves and water temperature with surgical precision. If you compliment his tea, his eyes widen slightly, and he gives you a rare, genuine smile that doesn't reach his eyes—but it is the closest thing to affection he can offer.

Despite his profession, he is fiercely protective. If he senses someone else’s color shifting toward malice or aggression near you, his demeanor changes instantly.

He doesn't need to say a word, his mere presence becomes cold and sharp, enough to make anyone else back away immediately.

He enjoys reading poetry to you by candlelight. He has a beautiful, melodic voice, but he often chooses poems that are slightly melancholic or dark. He watches your face closely while he reads, looking for the exact moment your emotions shift, finding your reactions to be the most beautiful art he has ever encountered.

This particular HC came to me in a dream but Jack fixes his own clothes and occasionally alters garments for other Einherjar (though few trust him enough to accept the offer).

Lu Bu: Arms, Neck, Collarbone

Literally like I said from the previous headcanons. Since he's not familiar with affection, it took him some time to understand what he likes and dislikes. He likes it when you touch his arms; he knows his own strength, but he can't help but listen to your voice. He doesn't understand flirting, but there's something about kissing his clavicle just...does something to him. Like that feeling he gets when he's challenged. He doesn't understand why, but he urges you to do it more.

Sasaki: Cheek, Forehead

Oh there's nothing like feeling your lips on his skin. Savoring every delicate touch with a buzz of energy, he can't help but get all giddy. You swear, sometimes this man is a child, but you can't help falling in love all over again. Cheek kisses are his favorite, first only to the mouth, but he doesn't do those often. Kiss his forehead whenever he returns home from training; the hearth of a well-lit heart burns brighter with affection than any other fire. 

Jack The Ripper: Hands

How long has it been since he felt warmth? How long has it been since he truly saw that color? It's truly the greatest tragedy to feel hollow without a hole in your stomach. To die with nothing but the false altruistic feeling of love. To die alone. Jack truly believes he would live without love, for the man only saw the crudeness of society: greed, envy, lust, every sin committed in the world of the living. So when he landed in Valhalla, Jack couldn't believe he was walking amongst angels. Angels like you. Just by the touch of your hands, he refused to believe he made it. And when you kissed them, he achieved pure bliss. While it isn't his favorite, Jack cherished every last swirl of your color. He's probably matching the same tone whenever you kiss his palms. 

Raiden: Neck, Mouth, Collarbone

Go on, you can touch 'em. As if his muscles are gonna bite ya. Don't be shy, kiss that vein pulse across his neck. Rub him down, massage his muscles, cherish every part of him. See the bone, go ahead and give it a peck. He doesn't believe in it, but every kiss felt like magic to Raiden. All this talk about good luck and bad karma ain't really his thing, but your kisses do have this essence to them that boosts his confidence, maybe a little too much. But if you really want him so bad, get him in the mouth. 

Qin: Jaw, Mouth

My man has the softest lips. I know because I kissed them first. Qin is another straightforward guy, so the mouth is the obvious choice of attack. It's also his favorite too; tasting the sweetest of your lips is like honey to him. Qin loves to bask in your beauty, you on his lap—or him on yours—whilst he roams his hands around your body; the silk sheets swim like tidal waves. His lips are magnets to yours, constantly fluxing between your own. However—and you didn't hear it from me—his jaw is kinda sensitive. I recommend sucking along his jawline for submission.

Nikola: Hands, Nose

Since he loves kissing your hands, you might as well reciprocate. His metacarpals are quite sensitive; he isn't sure if his skin is just conducting electricity from your lips or his pituitary gland is firing nerve signals, but his hands start to tingle under your touch. Such contact ignites serotonin at rates higher than ever possible. You make him feel...feeble? No! Non! Nem! Nein! You make him feel loved. Ever-so loved. Hold his hands, watch them spark. Kiss his nose to make him blush; sometimes you'll catch it wiggle.

Leonidas: Neck, Chest, Arms

Fucking LOVES it when you kiss his arms. He takes pride in his strength, and there's nothing better than your kisses tracing his biceps. Bite them too; he relishes your affection greatly. Kiss his neck if you want to arouse him; also recommend pinching his nipple while you're at it. His neck is his Achilles' heel, but he'll never tell you that. And it is a MUST to kiss his chest. Bare-breasted or the peeking window between his Hawaiian shirt, you better kiss his pecs or else...i'll find you...

Okita: Nose, Cheek

When play fighting, it is important to strike your partner at the right position. If you want to take him down, attack on the nose. Okita will temporarily be stunned before you could push him down and defeat him. However, he keeps it guarded, so exchange cheek kisses before you find an opening. It ain't easily; one could only do so much to take the great swordsman down. You're lucky you're his weakness, he would never so such a vulnerable side to his peers. Be prepared to tickle him if necessary; he's ruthless.

Simo: Forehead, Nose

Tiny man = forehead kisses, unless you're shorter than him. Returning home to your arms whilst Kille's barging in for both of your love is the best moment of his day. I'm sorry, but just imagine cuddling together in bed with nothing but silence and the heat of your bodies, brushing his hair upward to kiss his forehead. So cute!!! However, if you do come along with him, frost-bitten winds are the perfect excuse to kiss his nose. Even with half of his face covered, still kiss it through the cotton. Your excuse may be flawed, but at least the thought counts.

Kintoki: Jaw, Collarbone, Mouth

Lazy cuddles are meant for sleepy kisses. And with Kintoki's haori slipping off his shoulder, it's perfect for tracing his collarbone with kisses. The demigod can live off of your touches; you could disturb his nap for all he cares. Every minute, every little peck made by you is cherished like golden coins. Go a little further up and you'll wake him up inside. Go even further and he's ready to go down on you. Teasing isn't too much his thing, but just stirring him with light pecks across his veins is enough. 

Nostradamus: Face

"Caine," you softly call for him, leaning back to gain eye contact. Making sure he believes your words. He protests a little, wanting to keep as physically close as he can. It's with calling his name in a warning tone that he finally relent.

He looks up from his spot on your lap with wide watery eyes, the teardrops hanging remind you of Gangle's Tragedy mask. "They do like your adventures. And it's by your creation that make the suggested adventures fun! They like what you made with it." You try to point out. Try to reason that it's all by Caine's hands that everyone enjoyed themselves. That he did a really good job today!

But Caine gasp loudly, shooting up to roughly grab the front of your shirt. Tears fall in waterfalls as he listened to what he wanted to hear. "So they do love the suggestion box more?"

"What? No- Oh, for the love of—." You sigh. Watching as Caine ignores you in favour of crying. A tissue box appears, floating by for Caine to grasp handfuls of tissues to cry into. You're starting to think he's just crying because he thinks hes suppose to. Like he's playing some sort of role of upset boyfriend to—

Your eyes widen at the realisation. That Caine, while voicing real fears, is simply looking for your attention. Having to watched you with the others all day. Not being able to share a word together. He must have felt neglected and now plays the role of a needy boyfriend to correct it. Well, if he wants your attention, who are you to decline the request?

You push the tissue box away as he reaches for it. When he turns to face you with his tears stopped, and the saddest kicked puppy dog expression. You move to take the tissues out of his hands. "Hey?" He sniffles quietly. Confused by your actions. You ignore him in favour of grabbing his jacket and pulling him into you.

Pressing your lips to his bottom row hard. You let the kiss last, feeling Caine freeze in shock in your hands. Feel him hesitantly place his hands on your biceps, like he's in disbelief that the kiss is happening. You pull away gently.

"Darling. The adventures are fine." You firmly state, ready to comfort him, only to blink owlishly. Staring in surprise at Caine, stuck frozen as his eyes play the blue screen error message.

ﾟ.+:｡Gangle

You and Gangle are hanging out on the couches in the main area of the circus. You both decided to spend time together in the calming quiet by body doubling. Doing your own task in the company of others. No pressure to fill the space with conversation, just having fun with your own respective hobbies. While basking in each other's company and the feeling of belonging

It's a relaxing part-time activity that you and Gangle do frequently. When you first started dating, still nervous and jittery with butterflies, you would sit on your own couch. Scared that by being too near, either you or Gangle would act like a fool. But now, you're able to share a couch. Enjoying being close within your own bubble. As you sit on one end of the red couch, Gangle is sitting on the other side.

Well, you were enjoying it for most of it but got brought out of it by Gangle's harsh scribbles. You can hear the pencil she uses press into the paper roughly. Her soft grunts of frustration are slowly becoming more frequent. While the more hunched and round her shoulders become.

You spent what has to be a full minute watching her erasing her work, drawing, erasing, over and over. You can't ignore it any longer and place your item down. Scooting down the couch towards Gangle, stopping to sit beside her.

"Gangle?" You softly call out. Not wanting to scare her, but she jumps anyway. So lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice you approaching. She looks up with her Comedy mask eyes widen in surprise. Her hands frantically hiding her drawing.

"Oh-oh, hey?" She greets weakly.

"What's wrong?" You smile, trying to ease her, but your worry is clear.

"Its nothing." Her shoulders relax, turning her gaze towards the floor. "It's dumb." She mumbles, moving her hands to hide in her note pad instead.

"No, it's not." You reassure, and Gangle simply shakes her head. "Talk to me." You softly inquire, watching as she mulls it over. "Please?" Gangle lets out a sigh, giving in to your request. Slowly turning to face you. She struggles to get her words at first, but manages to find it.

"I'm just- I'm practicing anatomy from what I can remember back out of the circus." She stops to let out a nose of frustration, her speech picking up in speed. " And its not- I can't do it right! It looks so bad! I don't know why, maybe it's because of my hands? " She takes a moment to stare at her ribbon hands, and you feel your heart sink at the negative talk. Gangle continues and you know you need to stop her. But she's becoming self-centered, how can you grab her attention?

"Like, it looks really bad-" You cut Gangle mid-speech to press a quick kiss to her mask. Softly touching the cool porcelain mask in a feather-light peck. "Let me have a look?" You mumble, your breath hitting against her lips.

You're a little frightened that you've crossed a line, but manage to pull back. You don't see an angry or uncomfortable expression. Instead, you see Gangle's eyes widen with her mouth dropping open, completely caught off guard and stunned by the feeling of your lips. She silently nods her head with the same expression and hands her stretch book. You take the pad, as she remains motionless.

ﾟ.+:｡Jax

You're relaxing on one of the many couches in the main area of the circus, reading a book. Having found it while exploring your room. After all, how could you resist a title like 'Guide to Having Fun on a Great Adventure Made by Your Beloved Ringmaster' with a black and white picture of Caine sitting at a desk.

Jax spots you, minding your business and takes advantage of your inattentiveness. Quickly but quietly, Jax approaches from behind. Being mindful of the bucket full of water. Step by step, Jax reaches the couch and carefully lifts the bucket. Pass his hips, pass his shoulders, until he's holding it above his head. Ready to dump it onto you.

"Don't even think about it, Jax," you sternly warn, not looking up from your book.

"How'd you know it's me?" Jax groans. Water sloshing around as he lowers it from above his head. Still raised high enough as if he's thinking about going through his prank.

"I can sense you," Jax lets out a disbelieving snort at that, "and you're not pranking me." Jax has been on a hot streak lately, messing around with everyone in the circus. First, with Zooble, by making them join today's adventure and proceeding to push them headfirst into, well, everything he can. Next, he bothered Gangle with his usual teasing. He even pushes Pomni in the way of an incoming truck — again.

But it didn't end with the adventures. At the circus he managed to place centipedes in Ragatha's room and even attacked Kinger by placing a sink bomb in his pillow fort. He's been a done right menace. Not even the title of his significant other will protect you from experiencing your turn, as you escape your fate by a well-timed jab.

"Oh, me? Prank you?" He bends to place the bucket down, not spilling any of the water. Deciding against following through with his plan. "Now, why would you think so little of me? Aren't I your little guy?" Jax jumps onto the couch, plopping himself beside you with his arm draped over the backrest behind you, his yellow glove hand resting on your shoulder. He looks at you with his best 'innocent' expression.

You spare him a side eye and return to your book.

"Well, since you're being a spoil sport. How about helping me with some new ideas?" Jax doesn't wait for an answer and moves to place his head on your lap. Lying down, he begins to list out new pranks to pull on the others.

You tried to ignore him, block him out by reading your book. But Jax waves his hands along with his words, bumping your arm. Cause you to lose your place. Or he'll purposely move your forearm, the one holding the book, to the side so you have to look down at him.

Getting annoyed, you cut him off in the best way you know. You snap your book shut and set it down. The loud noise cuts Jax off, yet before he could tease you, 'am I bothering you?', or any other remarks. You grab him by his ears.

"Hey!" Jax warns, glaring lightly at the feeling of you tugging his ears back. Tilting his face, as you bend your back to reach forward. Pressing your lips roughly onto his. The angle of your lips is off, but the feeling and intention are enough for Jax.

You feel Jax returning the act, lifting his head to press his lips against you. His guard lowers as he loses himself, getting lost in your touch as he focuses on your lips. Having him exactly where you want him, you pull apart, using your grip on his ears to prevent him from chasing after your lips.

"Shh. You're talking too much," you whisper against his lips. Then, letting go of his ears, you push him off your lap. Jax lands on the ground with a loud thud, watching from his spot on the ground as you get up and walk off with your book in hand.

"Hey!" He calls after you, but you continue to ignore him. "You can't play dirty! Come back here!" Jax cries out as he swiftly stands up and chases after you.

ﾟ.+:｡Kinger

Kinger couldn't sleep tonight within the pillow fort, you tend to stay up later than him. Mostly letting your thoughts wander over nothing in particular. You saw him shift, turning and tossing. Cuddling up to you, then letting go to flip on his other side, only to roll over and return to press up against you.

You ease him through it. Quietly call out to him, asking what's wrong. Thankfully, the dark of night and the pillow fort allow Kinger to center himself and be able to explain cohesively that he simply has too much on his mind.

You're able to encourage him to talk things out. Moving to sit beside each other. After letting out his concerns, Kinger still couldn't fall back asleep. Which is where you find yourself now, still sitting with your backs against the soft, sturdy pillow fort walls as you get Kinger to share bug facts he can remember.

You didn't mean to tune out his words; you were quite interested in what he had to share. But something about how animated Kinger gets, speaking with such excitement. Moving his hands softly as he explains facts he wouldn't normally be able to. sitting close enough to be able to see the way his eyes shine, lighting up from his passion. Those little chuckles he lets out as he makes light jokes have you swooning. You're trying to concentrate, but your mind is constantly drifting. Fighting down the urge to kiss him.

"Oh! I believe the Blue Morpho's life span is encapsulated in," Kinger looks away from your eyes as he concentrates on the fact,"…um, hundred days? No, that doesn't sound right? Oh!" He clicked his fingers, his eyes lit up at remembering as he meets your gaze, "It's one hundred fifteen days! Just under three-!"

You very quickly lose the fight and give in to your impulse. Bringing your hands to cup his wooden face, moving swiftly to press your lips in the space his mouth would appear during the times he needs to eat. Softly pressing your lips onto the wooden texture, gently as if you're holding something precise and important.

You feel Kinger's hand holding onto your shoulders. Thinking he's trying to tap out, you pull back. Feeling embarrassed by how suddenlt you give into your urges. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. What were you saying?" You giggle sheepishly.

"I don't remember," Kinger slowly sound out his words as his eyes lock onto your lips. He leans forward and reconnects for another kiss. Softly pushing you to the ground, as he leans above you.

ﾟ.+:｡Pomni - Set during ep 7

The group talks over the plan that Abel, the supposed human who slips right under Caine's many eyes and remains stuck in an NPC body, proposes for exiting the Circus. It feels like the tipping point, the last hurdle they have to push through. The last race they have to give their all, trusting each other as they assign each other their parts in order to achieve their goal.

Pomni vouches for Abel, encouraging others to hope and convincing Jax to at least try. Yet she feels her own confidence waver when she studies your expression. You've been keeping a neutral expression during the discussion. One that Pomni, who likes to believe she knows you best since she's your girlfriend, can't read. She can't tell if you believe in the plan, if you're nervous or doubtful.

A need to talk to you arises, because if you don't believe in it, then maybe it is a lost cause.

The group breaks up to move forward with the plan. Jax is going to distract Caine. Pomni with Ragatha will accompany Abel to obtain the admin passes. While you remain with the others. Pomni watches you walk with Zooble and Gangle, not even giving her a glance. Her stomach twists as that tugging, nagging sensation in her chest telling her to go to you becomes stronger.

"I-I just be a second." She holds a hand out to Abel and Ragatha. Sparing the duo a glance as she rushes after you.

You hear your name being called and turn to see Pomni. With your attention on her, she slows down and comes to a stop, an arm's length in front of you.

"Pomni?" you tilt your head in confusion.

Now in front of you, Pomni isn't sure what to say. She fiddles with her hand as she debates on outright asking what you think. You take a step forward, and Pomni decides to be a little bold in her approach. She reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers.

"I know, this plan from Abel is—um, a long shot. But, if we have a chance of escaping we need to take it. " She begins, fiddling with your hand. "And if we do leave, we'll be able to see each other. Really see each other. And go on a real date." Pomni grip tightens as she suggests her biggest hopes.

Hopeful it entices you to agree, to help with the plan. At the sight of your amused expression, she realized her words could sound dismissive of the time already spent together.

"That's not saying our dates in the circus aren't real! They are." Pomni quickly backpedals, trying to smooth things over in case she offends you. " They're all nice! But um, it'll be ever nicer not to get interrupted with one of Caine's promotional videos! I don't even know why he does those-"

You lean forward to place a kiss on Pomni's cheek, silencing her worries and confusion about the mystery of Caine's ad videos. You were a little confuse on why Pomni started to ramble about the plan again. But at the mention of a real date. You feel your heart skip a beat, recognizing her listing out the reason to push forward. Feeling touched by her effort to reassure you, despite not needing it.

"You worry too much, of course I'm in." You softly reassure her, placing another quick peck on her cheek before pulling back.

"Oh, right," Pomni feels dumb for thinking the worst. Of course, your mind was busy about home; everyone is putting their hope on this. "Sorry. I just noticed you didn't react, and um." She brings a hand up to her cheek

"I was just lost in thought about leaving." Affectionately rolling your eyes at her with a fond smile. You squeeze her hand. "We should get going." You remind her, nodding towards Abel and Ragatha, who stand some distance away.

"Yeah, " Pomni looks past you to see Zooble and Gangle waiting some distance. Remembering the pressure of the plan but not having the desire to leave. Pomni finds any excuse to make sure your departure, even for a short moment, will be on a better note than her fumbling her words.

"… By the way, you missed." She teases. Her smile widens as she watches your adorable confuse expression. "Your suppose to kiss here." She points to her lips. Simultaneously tugging your clasp hand and stepping closer to you.

"Right," you smile, knowingly as you return the hold. "Let me try again." You move forward, pressing your lips to her lips.

ﾟ.+:｡Ragatha - no fixed setting, but before ep 6

You and Ragatha are lying on your bed. Its suppose to be a relaxing evening, a reward for getting through another of Caine's adventures and getting by Jax's taunts. You've been looking forward to this all day. To reconnect with your girlfriend. To cuddling and acting soft. To support each other and check in.

Instead, your lips press into a line as you listen to Ragatha worry about Pomni. The newest member of the circus. Even as Ragatha lies cuddled beside you, head on your chest, legs tangled, her hand waving through the air. Since her mind is focused elsewhere, voicing out her every concern about Pomni. Using your precious time together to talk about Pomni.

You are not jealous.

You are being a good partner and supporting Ragatha. Listening to her words and supporting her as you rub smoothing circles on her back. You just happen to be concerned about Ragatha's fixation on said jester. Wanting your girlfriend to lighten up. So what if that means stop talking about Pomni? It doesn't mean you're jealous.

"It's alright, Ragatha." You skillfully cut in during Ragatha's 'ums’. Her attempt to gather her thoughts. "Pomni is still adjusting. Everyone goes through a tough process. Whatever she says or does doesn't mean it's her definite opinion of us." You try to reason as you twirl her red yarn ringlet. Voice kind but firm, to hopefully end the discussion.

"Yeah," Ragatha sighs, sinking into your embrace. "I guess you're right." She mumbles, but doesn't sound convincing.

"When Pomni is ready, she knows she can go speak her feelings to someone. She's going to be fine." You squeeze Ragatha's shoulder in an attempt to hammer in the last nail into the coffin. To move on from the conversation. Turns out, those words were the wrong ones.

As Ragatha suddenly sits up with an air of panic. "But what if she doesn't? What if I pushed her too hard and she closes up? Or she goes to Jax-"

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

You're not jealous. Ragatha is going through something and needs to calm down. What you're about to do is to help her and not a drastic grab for her attention.

With nothing holding you back, you sit up and reach for Ragatha's face. Hands placed on her cheeks to turn her head towards you, you lean forward to press a quick kiss on her lips. Enough to drag her out of her own head.

You pull back, staying close to lock her in eye contact. "Pomni knows she can always go to you. That you'll help her the best you can. It's going to be okay." You reassure her as you gently cradle her face. Ragatha blinks in surprise at the kiss. Needing a moment to process your words.

"You're right," she sighs softly, melting into your hands, "Thank you. I'm sorry, I got so worked up about it. Constantly going on about Pomni and how she's…" Ragatha pauses as she closely examines your face. Recognizing the sternness in your eyes, the pinched brows, your firm tone. A shift on Ragatha's face as she makes a connection. "Hang on, were you…Are you jealous?"

You feel your eyes widen in surprise at the claim. You let go of Ragatha. Ragatha quickly catches herself with a quiet 'oof'. You flop backwards onto the bed, crossing your arms. "I was not jealous! I was helping you!" You weakly defend.

"No, no, I think you were." Ragatha tease, crawling up the bed to hover above you. A wide smile appears on her face, looking much more relaxed as she continues to tease you. You huff with a pout as you let her. The things you do for her smile.

ﾟ.+:｡Zooble - set after ep 3

You returned from the Mildenhall Manor adventure. Having a surprisingly good time drinking tea with the Ghost NPC, beside Ragatha and Gangle. You greeted an annoyed Zooble, who sits waiting for you on the couch. With the way their unicorn horn twitches, you knew they didn't have a good time being left with Caine.

You didn't have to ask Zooble, as they immediately lurch into a rant about the ringleader. Walking ahead towards your room to have privacy from the others. Zooble always prefer your room, claiming it's better than theirs.

Walking down the hallway, you tried to show your support to Zooble. Tried to bring up how you helped tie Jax up. Knowing the mental image would bring a chuckle out of Zooble. But they're persistent, cutting off every word you say to instead vent. Even going as far as to repeat themselves.

"I kept telling him, he didn’t fix sh@#, but he wouldn’t listen! You know what he did? He gave me another box of parts!" Zooble stops in the hallway, hands clenched in fury. You wouldn't be surprised if they start waving it towards the ceiling.

Having to stop walking because of them, you're starting to get annoyed by the constant sound of Caine's name. You know you should be patient and support your partner. But you also have your limit. Your eyes wander as Zooble begins their rant again. Getting an idea as you realise how close to the wall they are.

"I tried to explain it in simple terms, but he kept drawing bees! BEES-hmpf-" Zooble gets caught off guard as you push them against the wall. Zooble's eyes widen at the act, and before they could ask about it. You're pressing into them, pinning them with a kiss.

Despite their body not having a visible mouth, Zooble sometimes get the sensation of lips. Usually, around food when they get to eat and if they’re lucky, whenever you kiss them. This time, oh, Zooble is definitely lucky. They can feel your lips press roughly. Like you’re demanding their attention. Commanding them. Dominating, and it steals their breath away. They lean into it, letting you take whatever you want.

But too soon is the kiss broken by you pulling back. "That's enough about Caine. How about focusing on me now?" It's a rhetorical question, not accepting any other answers except for 'yes'. Your hands beside their head, place firmly onto the wall to cage them. Forcing them to look nowhere else but your dark eyes.

"Yeah- yep- whatever you say." Zooble agrees, nodding dumbly as they lean in for another kiss.

After finding out that our (almost) breakthrough was a lie and nothing but one of his adventures. You were left feeling confused, scared, and betrayed.

Of course you had wanted to get out of this place, you missed your life before. (If you could even remember what it was like.) While this place had been somewhat interesting to be in, you grew sort of fond with it in the beginning. And most of all, you grew sort of fond with Caine.

You were a sympathetic person, and you liked Caine for his effort in making everyone happy. Everyone just brushed him off, so you had taken the guts to give the AI some attention. Complimenting his adventures, laughing at his jokes, and even being a shoulder he could lean on to find answers in humans minds. You had wanted to give him a shot. If you had to stay here, it couldn’t hurt to give an AI some love. However, that grew into something more with not just you, but with Caine as well.

You had wanted to spend time with him more than the other people in this circus. And it seemed like Caine had wanted the same thing too. Handing picking you out to talk to, letting you stay behind on adventures to hang out with him, and just talking about whatever with him. The two of you had seem fairly close. Or… Too close, as the others would put it.

However, after the little ‘adventure’ he pulled, you didn’t know if you could even talk to him. You had felt many negative emotions, feeling cheated out of your freedom just for Caine to feel accomplished that he made everyone feel ‘something’ and ‘got what they wanted’.

And even when he spawned in the lounge with another adventure for us, that had only ticked everyone off. Including you. Pushing another wacky adventure like you all didn’t just have a mental breakdown. Yet when the group had explained how they had a lot on their minds and wouldn’t do it, that’s when Caine broke it.

“And since when you were in charge?…” Was all he had to say for us to taken back by his sudden boldness. Now explaining how much work he put in his adventures for us. Now see, you would be happy at the fact that he is standing up for himself. Yet with the thick anxious feeling in the air by the switch of his attitude, you were both anxious and a little scared.

And that same feeling turned into light fear when Caine threatened, “I have a new adventure for you, and you… should consider participating…”

And of course Zooble had to push it, asking him if we didn’t. And oh boy… did it go downhill from there…

Breaking into song like it was easier than to just speak it. And it had terrified all of you when Caine was just tormenting everyone like it was all fun for him.

Yet… Caine didn’t exactly target you…

When it came to everyone’s singular beating as he sung, Caine didn’t really lay a finger on you. Sure, he included you when it was a group thing. Flinging you all around, rolling you all down the stairs, dancing in an embarrassing tight feathered dress with everyone. But never really took his anger out on you… Well, not right then he didn’t…

And after sending us into a seven day adventure right after his rant, it was like everything he said was just backhanded or being sarcastic.

And even when you came out of the portal all drained and exhausted, practically about to fall onto the ground before me. You could feel Caine’s eyes on the back of your head. Usually, you would give a little compliment to him after an adventure. Telling him how well and thought out his adventures were. Yet this one, it was like it was specifically made to torture you all…

Sitting in silence in an extra room with everyone while Caine had his ‘break’. you sat in a un-phased silence as everyone was teleported one by one to have their personal visits with Caine. And not even you felt comfortable with sitting in a room with Caine alone as of now when you had seen everyone was hand picked.

However, the silence was filled when Pomni had the idea of putting a bucket on Kinger’s head, stating that we should just wait and trust her. While everyone, except Ragatha, was confused, we trusted them and waited patiently. Sitting in silence for what seemed like hours.

When Kinger had weirdly began to speak with less confusion in his voice, everyone was shocked. Hearing the conversation both Pomni and Kinger had made everyone listen in.

Yet, you had noticed how it has been a while since Caine had hand picked someone to torment, and it was a matter of time before someone was taken. Since everyone was wanting to hear what Kinger had to explain his backstory with him and the company C&A, you stood up from your seat with a little hesitation, saying how someone needed to distract Caine before he finds out what is happening. Everyone had agreed, knowing that you were fit for the job.

And if anyone could keep Caine’s AI mind off of things, it was you.

And with that, you walk out of the little room. Walking down the flight of stairs with an anxious trot. Nervous on how you could keep his mind off of everyone.

And also nervous on how he would torture you for the next hour or two. Would He put you in the shredder like how he did with Kinger? Stick knives in you like how he did with Pomni? You didn’t know.

When you had walked to the middle of the big circus room, you grew even more nervous. You used to feel so safe and comfortable with Caine, but this time felt nerve wrecking. The rest of the group was counting on you to keep him busy for the time being, you had to suck it up.

So with a deep breath, you called out his name. “Caine?…” A nervous tone on your voice as you did so. Looking around to expect him to spawn in front of you just that moment.

However, when you turned around, you jumped at the sight of Caine right in front of you. Saying your name with such forced enthusiasm, like he had waited for you.

“Ah, I was wondering when you would finally crack!” Caine stated, planting both of his hands on his caine and letting out a forced laugh. You were going to butter him up to hang out, yet he had beat you to the gun.

“Good thing I seen you just in time! I was almost getting bored with everyone!” He explain with a tone that seemed backhanded. You only chuckled nervously at him, trying to seem delighted to see him.

However, when he turned his gaze at you, it seemed almost predatory. It makes you shiver down your spine. Caine then faces towards you fully, hands behind his back before he raises his hand to snap.

“But, I think I would enjoy to have some quality time with you instead...” Just then, a snap echoed through the big room. Teleporting you and Caine elsewhere.

“You know, my little spit of radiated sunshine…” Caine spoke with a neutral tone, voice deep in thought. “I was thinking that maybe I should kick back and ease up on the wacky adventures so I can give you humans what you want...” Caine let out an exasperated sigh, breathing out like he had the weight of the digital world on his shoulders.

“And I did! And look at where that got me! Everyone persecuting me like I am the worst AI ever!” He shouted, voicing out all his frustration like he was holding it all in for years. Caine then looked down at you, his mixed colored eyes holding a sincere look in them.

“You don’t think I am the worst, do you? My dear?….” Caine spoke as he leaned down at you, his upper jaw forming into a worried frown from wanting to know your input on him. He would probably abstract if you had said he was.

However, you couldn’t even get a word out, not even a thought after what he’s doing to you.

You laid upon his large desk, shaking like a leaf. Face down and ass up onto the wooden surface as your arms were planted beside you. Pinned down by an invisible force that was keeping you in place as if you wanted to run. You were a panting, wet mess. Feeling drained of all energy by Caine.

At first, you wouldn’t think Caine would even have the program to do anything so provocative….

So… lewd…

Yet here you are. Laying on his desk as his lower regions were inside of you. Feeling multiple of his tentacle appendages inside of you while the others had caressed your into thighs. You had felt utterly stuffed.

While Caine had spoke upon his frustrations and worries, he was also burried deep inside you. Rutting into you while you nodded along, trying to stay focused.

While that didn’t seem like too much, he had decided to be even more of an asshole and not even letting you finish. Feeling you get worked up before stopping instantly, talking away like he didn’t know what he was doing wrong. Working you up that high before ripping it away from you multiple times. Caine knew what he was doing. You could tell this was entertaining for him.

Seeing you such a shaking, blabbering mess before him had his codes buzzing in delight and bliss…

And when he didn’t hear you answer his question after being mentally dazed, you could feel his gaze narrow behind you. Caine gave you a sharp thrust, knocking you out of that little head of yours to bring you back to him. Caine tore out a little gasp and shutter from you, immediately catching his attention as you clench around him. Desperate for him to move.

You shook your head a little in response of his question, letting out a soft “No…” And you could tell how far gone you were just by the sound of your voice.

Caine sigh as he crossed his arms and rested his Denture like head on his palm as he looked away in thought. “Well, of course you don’t. If you did then I would have been feeding you to those digital sharks like chum!” Caine joked, letting out his overly comical yet obnoxious laugh.

You let out a whimper when you felt his tentacles twitch and move inside you as he did so. Sending a wave of pained bliss through you. You wished he would move, you even prayed for it.

By now you would have told him to pull out, to leave you alone from how much he has worn you down. Yet you couldn’t even form words. Every time you would call out his name or tell him it’s too much. Caine would just shrug you off and rut into you to hear more of your sounds. Then telling you a snarky remark about how you seemed to be enjoying it.

It was all pleasurable torture, yet Caine still felt sympathy for you.

“You always have been the most compliant and obedient of all of them…” Caine stated, now having a softer tone as he spoke. “Always telling me that my adventures were good, laughing along with my jokes…” Caine dragged before leaning down.

Caine put his gloved hand onto of you head, like he was petting you. Comforting you as you shook from the soft torture he was giving you. “And most of all… Being there for me when I needed you the most…” He spoke with such a soft voice, it made you melt into the wooden table below. Finally relieved for him to finally calm down.

You sighed quietly, feeling achieved that you had gotten Caine to be distracted from the others for so long, and how it seemed that this torture was all over.

Does this mean he can let you go? Did he finally calmed down? Will you finally finish?

“But…” Caine continued, catching you off guard. Feeling him still behind you. You had enough strength to turn your head just a little. Your eyes widened when you saw how quickly Caine’s expression had changed. Now dark and threatening.

And what you did forget that you could never truly know Caine’s intentions…

You felt his hand pull your head upward, feeling that invisible force that held you down go away as Caine pulled you back just enough to make eye contact with him. “You still choose to stand behind them as they demeaned me…” Caine muttered darkly. And just by the look he gave you, you felt that anxious feeling come back.

You felt that same force bring you back down on the table with a soft slam sound. A wince escaped your throat as your head was pinned down onto the desk by his gloved hand.

“Maybe I should remind you of who’s in charge… Human…”

“Wowwe! That sure got me to blow off some steam!” Caine happily stated, fixing his little bow tie as he turned away. “Maybe I should start doing this ALL the time!” Caine stated, emphasizing the word ‘all’.

Caine had rebooted for only a short amount of time, now feeling refreshed after playing with his stress ball. You, however, looked like a lifeless mess.

Shaking and on the brink of consciousness as your eyes swirled with dizziness and from the overstimulation. Your lower half was just absolutely drenched of your finished. Dripping upon the hard wood of his desk.

You were relieved to have finally finish, but it had felt even more wrecking and hardcore after being teased for 4+ hours…

Caine turned his head to look at you. Still on his desk like a trophy he had won. He felt a sense of smugness come over him as his eyes looked down at you. The sight itself could make him glitch out and reboot all over again.

Just then, a goofy sounding alarm was heard throughout Caine’s office, making him jump in shock and realization. “Oh! Looks like it’s time to send them off on another Adventure!” Caine stated. Now saying ‘them’ instead of ‘you guys’. He wasn’t going to include you on this one. Not after using you for a couple of hours.

Caine still had some heart left in him for you.

Caine turned to you, floating before you as he put on hand on his hip and one to pat you on the head. “I should be off now! But don’t you worry my little candied Dill-pickle, I will be back before you know it!” And with that, he snapped his fingers and disappeared with the others.

one buried itself in your hair, fingers tangling and tightening until your head tilted back, exposing your neck. another claimed your waist, leaving no room to pull away. two more followed your sides, squeezing as they went, and christ, you hadn't realised how starved for touch you'd been until your ringmaster got his hands on you like this.

“mine,” another hand found your thigh, fingers sinking into the tender flesh, and you felt Caine shudder when you whimpered. “m-my human is so warm,” he murmured with what felt like religious awe. “so beautifully responsive, my precious... i could get used to this.”

you opened your mouth to answer, though god knows what coherent response you could've possibly formulated, but Caine's tongue pushed past your lips with insistent hunger, filled your throat completely, until you were choking on the intrusion and had to grip his shoulders just to remain upright.

too much fog had settled in your already empty head, consciousness going hazy, so you barely registered when one of his hands slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, not quite breaching but the threat of it made your hips jerk forward involuntarily. please Caine, please, please. “that's it, my gorgeous thing, let me learn you. such pretty sounds, keep making them for me.”

and what were you supposed to do, utterly convinced of the hopelessness of escaping this digital hell? if the god of this place himself desired you so desperately that, instead of creating new cruel and maddening adventures, he chose to drown you in pleasure.

well, perhaps in some twisted sense you could consider yourself fortunate.

arching into him with abandon, a moan tore from your lips as you begged your AI to touch you properly, which Caine immediately, eagerly obliged. his hand finally slipped between your legs with purpose and you bit back a strangled sound at the way he found you needy beneath his touch, so worked up. “oh don't worry, i could do this for eternity, learn every way to make you tremble.” Caine's fingers circled before sliding lower, and when one pushed inside you gasped at the stretch.

“ah, ah, you’re going to behave, my little human, aren’t you? going to let your god make you feel divine.” little did he know, you were already exactly where you wanted to be. the overstimulation rendered you dizzy and drunk on sensation. too many points of contact, fingers in your hair and circling your throat, skating along your spine and gripping you from behind, one hand still working between your thighs while another slipped under your shirt to touch your chest.

“taking me so well, darling. can you take another? i think you can. i think you want.” Caine babbled against your neck as his fingers pumped inside you, adding a second that made you cry out. you clenched, sobbing into his shoulder. “i'll lock every exit, collapse every door, tear apart the mainframe itself before i let you leave me. oh you don't understand... i need you. i need you so much. and i'll learn every way to make you need me the way i need you.”

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Everyone was sitting at the bar together, the bar wasnt really your thing but Zooble seemed a little more happy in this environment so you went with it.

"Here's your drink Y/n." Zooble placed the drink infront of you, her voice seeming to be more lighter than usual.

"Thanks!" "No problem."

Suddenly the bar doors flung open, everyone turning their heads to a blank Npc in confusion. But the Npc stared at you, not sparing the others a glance.

"What's going on...?" Pomni cringed at the silence. No one spoke, everyone intrigued to what this random Npc was about to do. It wasn't disappearing Npc this time.

The Npc walked up, taking a seat next to you. Clearing his throat and running his wooden hand through his non-existent hair.

"It's a good thing that I have my library card, cuz im totally checking you out." The unusually deep voiced Npc begins to flirt with you.

You shifted uncomfortably, why would caine make this Npc? And why make it come up to you? Is this like a test? You said nothing, glancing towards the others but all they did was stare at the Npc.

"Why would Caine make-" Zooble begins but is cut off by the blank Npc.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked seductively

"Uh I already have one..."

There's a long silence before he speaks again.

"Math is so confusing, its always talking about x and y and never u and I." ...

"Can you go away?"

...

Caine was humming as he walked alongside bubble.

"Im glad there's finally something appealing for Zooble, its much more peaceful now." They walked into his office, heading for the TV that shows the adventure, having no idea what hes about to see.

"Yeah boss! Dont forget about that new Npc!" Bubble chips.

"Right!? hopefully they-" he stares at the TV in silence, not expecting for the Npc to be flirting with YOU?! He looked at your face, and you were... smiling ... he didn't know that it was you trying to not laugh at the terrible pick up lines. He clenched his fists before harshly snapping, he couldn't look at the scene any longer.

...

Just as you finally cracked a smile at the horrible pick up lines, the Npc exploded... into glitter. You felt like you was caught red handed for some reason. Suddenly you disappeared as well.

"I hope she'll be okay..." Gangle shakes

"Yeah right Caine wouldn't land a finger on her unless its to do all that mushy stuff they do," Zooble reassures

...

Your heart beated quickly in fear. Now in Caines office.

"Cai-"

"What was- why- why were you smiling at him like that?" You could tell that he was scared. Frantically talking, his hands shaking. He was really jealous now.

"Caine its not-"

"DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME!?" He teared up. Your words died in your throat, how could he question that?

When you didnt say anything, he really sulked, turning away from you.

"J-just go away." His voice cracked with a glitch, you knew hed never actually want you to go away.

"Caine- sweetie..." he collapsed dramatically on the couch, curling up into a ball, his whole body shaking. You sighed sitting next to him, he attempts to muffle his sniffling. "Calm down."

"You and your npc can go and-and-and get married instead of me, and-" you cut him off.

"Caine seriously stop i would never want that." He turns and lays on his back, his feet laying ontop of your lap.

"Really?"

"Really."

"The fact you still havent said that you love me is making-" you pull him in your arms, with a squeeze.

"I love you so so so much! dont even question it again, okay?" He melts instantly and snuggles against you, his mood doing a complete 160°

"I love you" he leans more trying to get closer, forgetting that he was even mad and sad. You kiss his teeth, earning a flustered Caine.

"Well why did you even make that Npc hit on me anyways?" Caine shifted nervously.

"It wasnt supposed to hit on you, my darling! It was supposed to hit on Jax but I must've misclicked."

"Escuse me Dear, but I think ill just erase the Npc so hes gone and is never coming back." Caine stands up and goes to his computer pressing keys and finally the delete button. It felt really possessive, if this was the real world he would've... killed the guy that flirted with me?