#ragdoll reader

One of today’s pranks had gone a little too far Your dress was torn from the shoulder down to your chest, and your rag skin underneath had split, leaving the white cotton stuffing spill out in an embarrassing way The worst part of being a rag doll wasn't the pain it was feeling like you were literally "falling apart" and being forced to rely on someone else to put you back together

And that person of course was him

Jax was sitting on the edge of your bed, holding a long needle that glinted dangerously at the tip and a length of thick black thread, right beside you. He had that same annoying, dangerously relaxed smirk on his face, but his yellow eyes had a darker more playful glint than usual

"You know..." he murmured his voice echoing in the empty tent. He leaned down brushing the edge of the tear on your shoulder with his fingers. The touch was so light it sent a synthetic shiver through your rag body "Coming apart this fast... and spilling your guts to me this easily... don't you think that’s a bit inviting, doll face?"

You tried to swallow at the blatant innuendo, but your throat felt knotted. "Just... just stitch it Jax. Please." Your voice wavered.

"Don't rush me, sweetheart" he said teasingly. He slowly circled around and stood directly in front of you. He leaned in, legs spread on either side of yours getting so close "Where’s the fun if I do it fast? Besides..." His fingers hooked into the edge of your torn dress to pull the fabric down further. He widened the opening on purpose, making you catch your breath. "...I need to see exactly what I'm working with here, don't I? Unless you want me to strip this old thing off you entirely be a good little doll and stay still."

His words hung in the air He knew exactly how far he was pushing it, and he was getting a sick kick out of watching you look so helpless and flushed.

You flinched when he first pierced Your body Jax smirked "Did that hurt?" he whispered His warm breath hit the stitch marks on your neck. "I highly doubt it. I think the way that needle sinks deep into you... feels kind of good doesn't it?"

"Shut up." you hissed but there was zero authority in your voice

Jax began to draw the needle upward, slowly pulling the thread through the fabric to bring the two pieces of rag skin together. He did it with a slow, deliberate tension, savoring the way the thread slid through you. His face was so close that your eyes could clearly see the dangerous grin

"I’m stitching you up with my own hands," he continued his fingers lingering on your skin far longer than necessary. Every time he pulled the thread up to tighten the stitch it made your body jerk toward him. He had you pulled in close there was practically no space left between you "Do you have any idea what that means? It means I have absolute control over you. I decide where you’re tight, and where you’re loose."

He reached up with his free hand and caught your chin, forcing your head up to look him straight in the eye. His thumb traced the small stitch mark at the corner of your mouth

"If I wanted to..." he whispered, the words ghosting over your lips. "I could rip these seams wide open right now I could leave you here under me completely unraveled and undone. And trust me, watching your stuffing spill out everywhere.. would be a very exciting view for me."

His pupils were blown wide he wasn't just playing around he was testing the boundaries of your mind with his words. "But..." He pushed the needle through one last time pulling the thread taut with an expert flick of his wrist. He did it so firmly that it felt like he’d caught your breath in the loop. "Keeping you in one piece and knowing that these threads are only ever at my fingertips... is way more satisfying for now."