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CAINE’S SUPER-FANTASTICAL AND ULTRA-REALISTIC GAME OF LIFE by route_to_evil
Fandoms: The Amazing Digital Circus (Web Series)
20 Jun 2026
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“Congratulations!” Caine bellowed cheerfully, tossing an old-fashioned camera over his shoulder and fanning the residual polaroid between his thumb and forefinger.
He paused only for a second to admire the resulting still. Blissfully unperturbed by the fact it immortalized the image of Jax’s hands rung tight around Cupid’s neck. Or that cartoonishly obvious bite marks littered his forearms. Or that neither were paying any mind to the camera’s lens, wide, disturbed eyes fixed to the bundle of babies that had been unceremoniously bestowed upon them.
“What a beautiful family,” he gushed, flicking a beady tear from his eye, before he clapped his hands together, and suddenly, everything they’d grown used to over the course of ten minutes sank into the void of the in-between.
“And now, you get to live in domestic bliss as man and housewife in a beautiful, utopian suburbia,” Caine declared, hand clutched over his heart as his other arm gestured widely to the newly formed rows of picket fences and colorful houses. “As nature intended.”
He was met with silence and stares.
But then, voice tilting with petulant delight, Cupid suggested;
“I vote we make Jax the housewife.”
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She really should have been watching the movie. He’d paid for the tickets, had parked them in a prime spot to catch every colorful frame and wonderfully orchestrated detail of the film’s soundscapes. He’d even gone to the bother of stuffing his car’s trunk with blankets and pillows so that they could cuddle up within the little nest he’d forged.
But he had a face made for television. A face made to be seen by the masses and admired by the many.
And, just like the vast majority of audience members and sycophants alike, she too found her gaze magnetized to the shadowed face of her boyfriend.
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Kissing Prompt Challenge #26: kisses in between giggles
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“That’s not really part of the job-“
“You’re not working right now,” he remarked, interrupting her eremitic repartee with a press of his lips to her open mouth. He felt her breath stutter against his lips, felt the way she shifted in his lap, and relished the wanton moan that rumbled in the back of her throat.
And when he finally pulled away, it wasn’t to ensure inches of distance between their faces. Instead, he closed the gap between his lips and her dazed expression again and again and again. He pressed a flurry of lasting, chaste kisses to every curve and angle and contour of her face, ghosting his lips over the tender skin of her cheekbone, a touch featherlight and just enough so that he could feel the radiating burn of her blush.
“So,” he chirped, quiet and knowing as he let his mouth descend down, down, down until he could feel the jump of her pulse against his lips, until he could feel the subtle bob of her throat as she swallowed another needle, little mewl. “Do you like this?”
Sequel to ‘Smoke Break’
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Kissing Prompt Challenge #25: Kisses that travel from face and down the neck
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A deer, of all things plaguing the arena of Vox’s eternal damnation, was not scary.
A doe even less so, all soft edges and fluffy ears. No sharp tines to catch on and tear through skin, no innate aggression spindling through her veins.
And yet, somehow, the little pop-up at the corner of his screen, short, sweet, and requesting his presence in conference room C, had sent jolting panic through his circulatory system. It had made his heart stutter into a jackhammering pulsation against the bones of his sternum. Akin to instinctual panic. Warm and softened, accompanied by a reflexive need to hitch the next elevator and close the distance between him and his impromptu private rendezvous with his most prized assistant.
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Kissing Prompt Challenge #44: Shorter person tries to kiss the taller one but can’t reach so the taller person picks them up and holds them up by their thighs as they kiss
{technically a sequel to ‘safe space’, but can be read as a standalone}
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- Part 4 of Vox’s Payrolled Situationship
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Alastor can feel his mating season approaching, creeping over his limbs like an unwelcome, burning frost. And it’s all the fault of the immovable object to his unstoppable force.
His estranged wife. His better half. The only other deer demon that seemed to both illicit and satiate the sudden spike of hormones and arousal of his annual rut.
Unfortunately for him, she’s as stubborn as he is, and is still pissed at him for disappearing without a word for the past seven years.
And for the first time in a long time, Alastor has to rely on his ability to woo her to convince her to spend the duration of his rut with him.
TLDR: actions speak louder than words, and Alastor attempts to seduce his estranged wife over the course of a week leading up to his impending rut.
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Obligatory Alastor Mating Season Fic
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An anthology of oneshots about the media overlord’s best kept secret. The hidden, no strings attached relationship between Vox and his assistant.
TLDR; Vox is in love with his situationship, and refuses to acknowledge it.
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Alastor, strange as he was, was a creature of habit. He had his preferences, he had his routine, and he had an insatiable ego. All of which followed him into the bedroom.
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A collection of oneshots inspired by the NSFW Alphabet, each offering a glimpse into the sexual exploits of Alastor and his wife in hell.
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NSFW Alphabet Challenge with Alastor | The Radio Demon.
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- 6
- Bookmarks:
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