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small thing i made,, will get back to ur requests guys dw!!

fatigue washed over you as you stirred awake– you didnt know what happened, just that something did happen, and that, now, you were stuck in some sort of basement- or a hideout - that belonged to someone who was definitely vile. you guessed this from the dirt that was scattered around on the floor, as well as the stains of blood left on the ground. you wondered where you were, confused as hell as to why you were tied up (wrists bound together with duct tape) and left on a dirty mattress on the floor.

struggling to get up, you notice a figure standing in the corner of the room. he loomed over you from even a distance, the darkness where the light couldnt hit emphasizing features you couldnt even see. you could tell he was a male with long dark hair, broad shoulders and a broad chest, and definitely a large figure with a terrifying frame. he stood there, almost hesitant to approach you, despite this horrifying aura he had stuck to him. finally, he found it in himself to approach you, his boots echoing with each step he took closer to you.

you tried to shift away, but he’d already squatted in front of you, staring you deep into your eyes, keeping your gaze. you didnt know where to look, so you found yourself just staring back at him- his dark eyes, covered slightly by his long hair, with matted strands of hair stuck to his face. he smelled faintly of musk you couldnt exactly point out, but overwhelmingly… the scent of blood. you whimpered as he leaned in closer, reaching a hand out to cup your cheek with his calloused fingers- rough, they’ve definitely been through a tough lot.

he placed his thumb on your lip before dragging his thumb across it, to which you submitted subconsciously to the movements, eyeing him with something close to desperation. he pushed a finger in and it tasted of iron—probably blood or something of the sort—and you voluntarily sucked on it, saliva coating his entire thumb as he circled the phalange inside your mouth, exploring the warmth. this elicited some sort of reaction within him- it seemed to get him going. he’d been panting heavily, his gaze darkened from the shadow of his hair… to you, this was no longer a matter of escaping this man, it was a matter of pleasing him.

suddenly with one swift motion, a blade he was holding split the duct tape that held your wrists together, and you were now allowed to move freely. you didnt even bother to think of escaping- you didnt want to. you needed to grant this stranger some sort of pleasure you’d both been craving. you moved a muscle slightly, adjusting yourself in your position, when-

you felt cold metal against your forehead, heavy and weighted. fear filled your eyes as you met the gaze of the man in front of you, who had now been aiming a pistol at your head. it was back to fight or flight for you, it’d snapped you out of your arousal a bit- but another side of you was quite turned on by the idea of losing your life only in your underwear, before sex, and in a stranger’s basement. but you didnt hope for it to end that way.

you expected him to pull the trigger at any moment, but he didnt. instead, with one hand, he began to unbuckle the belt wrapped around his pants. with ease, he unzipped his fly, dug his fingers around the waistband of his underwear, and allowed his cock to spring out.

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Troubled Thoughts - Patrick Stump x Reader

Requested by me: It’s the reader’s birthday on tour, but she’s having a shitty day, and Patrick who she shares a room with, tries to make up for everyone else forgetting about her. Reader: female Warnings: alcohol, insecurity concerning body image, about 3 ideas mixed into one story, aka chaos Word count: 4 437 A/N: 1. I’m still sick, so there’ll have slipped more errors through the proof reading than usual. 2. Happy Birthday to me, I guess. 3. I want to dedicate this to everyone out there whose birthday falls on a holiday of their culture/religion that is fixed in the calendar (e.g. like Christmas in Christianity). I know how much it sucks when everyone is busy with the festive activities etc. and completely forgets about you. This story is for us.

Surely it had to be every musician’s dream to spend at least one of their birthdays on tour, surrounded by their friends, travelling the world, making music. And it had been your dream too, your birthday being Boxing Day. As a child you had never had friends over for your birthday, because it was a holiday, and instead you had celebrated with your family.

When you had been little, you had been disappointed, but growing older you had always enjoyed the time with your family. That was about the same time as you realised that you had never gotten a birthday cake before. It was always a big drama, making the birthday cakes for your siblings, but for you? When you had asked your mother about it, she had said there were still so many baked goods in the house, mostly Christmas cookies and chocolates that it would be crazy to make even more.

Another thing, and that was by far the most painful one, was that, other than your parents and grandparents, every single person, most years including even your siblings, forgot that it was your birthday. All your friends were so busy with Christmas, complaining about their families and their presents that they completely forgot about your birthday. God forbid you would have forgotten their birthday though.

And over the last years you could not help like feel as if the people who already liked to use you to drop their problems, took you for granted, not even wondering when you had come into this world for them to use you. After you had joined the band Fall Out Boy, it had gotten better, mostly because you had been able to drop these people, but you still usually celebrated your birthday with your family.

This year was different. Somehow the label had had the brilliant idea you should play shows on the days from the 27th to the 30th of December, so you would be back home just in time for New Year’s Eve. Not that you were looking forward to that evening either, knowing all of your friends had plans that did not include you, but that’s how life was sometimes.

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freakenomenon

I really cannot stop thinking about cat lady's vocalizations. Everytime I listen to them I'm filled with a profound sadness that I cannot describe.

They sound giddy, confused, and pained all at the same time. Like pained happiness without truly processing that it is hurt she feels. She only makes these sounds when you rattle the knob, I wonder if she's sensitive to sound as well as light ( I can't even say for sure that she would be sensitive to light, as the news seems to lie about alot. )

I LOVE YOUUUUUUU FOR MAKING CAINE X READERS OMG I'VE BEEN HUNTING FOR EM 😭😭💓💓

Can i request Caine x Reader where reader indulges him because they felt bad and that immediately got Caine to assign reader as his favorite? And now reader can't get anywhere without Caine tailing them around lol

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ || caine x reader ;; after the awards show

The awards show’d just ended, with everyone else leaving. Caine’d snuck into the backstage with the box that contained the ballot. You’d noticed this, staring at him as he whooshed into the backstage with this enthusiastic look on his face. An NPC had been sweeping the stage, concentrated on pushing away all the decorative streamers.

As you fixed up (somehow) and helped clean, you’d noticed Caine exit the backstage with a rather… serious look on his face. He’d looked like he was trying to distract himself from something, so you’d decided to approach him and the NPC, holding a bunch of streamers and dumping it in front of the NPC.

“So…” you’d started, “that was one hell of an event, for sure,”

He’d looked down, nodding. “Yes, it sure was.”

You’d noticed his tone; a bit sad and off-character.

“So…” you’d said again, “who won the favorite character awards?”

He’d muttered under his breath; “definitely not me.”

You’d turned to him, a look of confusion on your face as you tilted your head. “Sorry, what was that, Caine?”

“I said,” he’d responded, still avoiding your gaze and bringing out his pipe, “no one voted for me,”

You’d grabbed at the pipe, “that’s bad for you, you know? You should quit,”

“I need it right now, my dear,”

You’d expressed a look of sadness and empathy. Poor Caine; he’d always been the one hosting adventures, working as hard as he could just to produce a good adventure to keep everyone’s minds stimulated.

You’d pocketed the pipe, still frowning.

“Those votes don’t count, Caine,” you’d murmured, “they’re just stupid votes. They don’t mean anything.”

“Easy for you to say,” he’d responded, “so many voted for you.”

You’d stopped in your tracks, looking at him once more – he’d met your gaze now, his eyes tired and his expression weary as ever. “I’m sorry,” you’d said, “if it means anything, you’re my favorite.”

He’d looked revived; somehow. His eyes lit up a bit, staring at you with a returned enthusiasm that shone through ever-so-slightly.

“D-Do you…” he’d continued, “mean that?”

You’d nodded, a subtle smile on your face. “You really are my favorite,”

Looking down and picking up more pieces of streamers, you’d handed it to the NPC, still talking to Caine, “you’re always working hard to entertain us. The others don’t seem to appreciate your craft, but I really do. You’re admirable, Caine. You work harder than anyone I’ve ever seen before,”

Caine’d stayed silent, still watching you help the NPC clean.

“I…” he’d began, “That means so much to me, my dear,”

“Does it now?” You’d cocked an eyebrow, a smile on your face. You’d stared at him, searching for any tone of sarcasm in his expression. None. He’d just looked… normal; his enthusiastic self.

“It really does,” he’d looked at you with a soft expression of gratitude.

“Well, I’m glad to help bring up your mood,” you’d dusted off your hands and smiled even wider, “this whole event is… just useless, anyways. I mean – no offense, of course. But I don’t think votes determine how much you mean as a person.”

He’d stared at you. Then, slowly floating towards you, he’d gripped you gently and pulled you into a hug. You’d stood there, surprised at first, before reciprocating it.

“I’m glad someone appreciates me,”

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Can you write caine x game developer reader? ❤️

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ || caine x developer!reader

sooo... two people requested this, so here it is!

You’d been working with time around an older male and his wife, programming an AI that could entertain. At first it went swell, an AI that properly entertained other AIs by hosting wacky and fun adventures.

Then you’d noticed the absence of male and his wife – with this, coincidentally(?) a king chess piece alongside a queen was added into this simulation you’d all been working on. Thinking nothing of it, you, one night, decided to tweak the AI.

“Dammit,” you’d muttered, “another error.”

You’d scrambled to fix it, writing something in between the code. You’d stared at your creation after saving the edit you’d done to the code, noticing that nothing had changed.

CAINE – Creative Artificial Intelligence Networking Entity. That’s the name that the older male you’d been working with dubbed your creation.

“Dammit, Caine,” you’d cursed once more, your mouse moving aggressively as you opened up the code again. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it – it seemed perfectly normal. Besides, no one had tweaked anything the whole time you’d been working on him.

“Caineeee…” You’d grumbled, holding your face in your hands and covering your eyes. “Just cooperate, please,”

You’d been seemingly talking to no one out of stress, closing your eyes and sighing dramatically. Then –

“I’m sorry, my dear,”

You’d opened your eyes at the startling sound of a voice responding to your previous plea. You’d closed the code, looking over to see Caine standing in front of the computer screen, looking straight at you.

“Did you…” you’d tilted your head, “answer me?”

He’d stayed silent, before tilting his head and reaching out to touch the screen. “I sure did!” He’d replied with some sort of a smile; one that contorted his teeth-filled face; conveying the expression properly.

“Caine?” You’d asked. “How did you…?”

You’d checked the code again, looking to see what was added. There was nothing new; nothing tweaked.

“How did I what?” That sweet, grandiose voice spoke to you.

“Can you hear me?”

Silence.

Man, maybe you’d been overworking yourself too much to the point you were hearing too much things that weren’t even there. Maybe you needed a break. Actually, part of your ‘breaks’ was listening to music, so you did exactly that, putting on the headphones connected to the computer.

Listening to your favorite song, you closed your eyes and exhaled. Maybe you needed to have a smoke –

“Maybe, you need a real break, my sweetheart,”

You’d turned your attention back to the computer, staring at the lit-up screen in front of you.

“Caine, tell me you hear me,”

“Maybe I do,” he’d said, “why? Do I intrigue you that much, my dear?”

Then he’d press his fingers on the screen.

“Hold my hand,” he’d commanded.

You don’t know why you’d obeyed, but you did, pressing your fingers against his. It felt warm – almost real – as if his gloved hand radiated such a humanly heat.

The next thing you knew, you were in an extremely saturated place, filled with blocks and a random assortment of items.

“Ah, a new human has joined the realm!” Caine said.

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thank you for the request, mushroombea!

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ || jealous!caine x reader ;;

First, it was one NPC.

He asked for your name, which was already pretty strange for an NPC to ask for – this was something Caine noticed. You’d befriended this NPC, replying to all his inquiries about you, no matter how personal they could have been. You were just glad you had someone to talk to.

After a few days of talking with him as if he were a good friend, you’d noticed his absence. He was gone; hard to find; so, you decided to consult Caine about it.

He’d been floating above the circus stage when you’d seen him, looking at some strange photographs that you couldn’t exactly make out.

“Caine,” you’d called out, “have you seen this one NPC? He’s… well, like all the other NPCs, but a bit different,”

Caine’d looked down at you from his place above, before snapping his fingers and appearing in front of you, still floating. “Oh!” He’d holler. “That NPC. I got rid of him, of course!”

You’d tilted your head, looking up at him with an expression of disbelief and curiosity. “Got… rid of him…?”

“Of course, my dear! You know, it gets a bit hard when you lose track of who’s a human, and who’s an NPC,”

You’d furrowed your brows, staring at him as he’d relaxed his pose, looking off to the side.

“Besides, I’m also a bit curious about your interests-”

“What?”

“Nothing!” He’d cut you off almost instantly, regaining his composure and holding his cane next to him. “I’d just like to say that you intrigue me, my little superstar!”

“Well,” you’d continued, “why’d you delete the NPC, then?”

He’d froze; looking at you like he was about to glitch. Then, he’d looked at you, taking off his top hat and holding it in front of him in some sort of apologetic pose.

“I guess,” he’d said, “I felt a bit… overprotective of you,”

“You mean… jealous?” You’d snorted.

He’d looked at you as if you’d grown a second head, shaking his own head at your retort.

“N-No! O-Of course not!”

“If you’re so curious, you can always just ask about me, you know?”

“Well then!” He’d snapped his fingers, transporting you to some unknown area you didn’t exactly recognize – an office, almost, with a bunch of papers and a small computer propped up on a desk. “Let’s begin then, my dear. What’s your favorite color?”

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caine x reader requests pwease ;___;

wanna write fanfics ab caine, bc i love him so damn much ;-; here's some fanart i drew for now, so pls pls pls drop ur requests.

i write anything. except for the basic dni ;))

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Hey there! I see you've got requests for TADC open, so can I get Pomni fluff with her Girlfriend from the real world who had been searching for her and ends up in the circus with her? Like reunion and comfort stuff.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ pomni x girlfriend!reader

Hello! Thank you for your WONDERFUL request, my dear! Here's your little request answered in my style:

at first it was a few days. your girlfriend had been gone for a few days. she’d not responded to your texts, your calls, and even knocking on her door (and not opening it, hoping not to disturb her) came to no avail.

one day, however, you’d decided to open her door – unlocked; huh. strange. knowing her, she wasn’t the type of person to keep her door unlocked, especially to her own apartment. she’d been the secretive type; not exactly letting just anyone in her room; not even her friends. well, of course you were an exception.

upon opening her door, all you found was her urbex video on her computer; a lit-up screen being the only thing illuminating the dark room. her urbex video was in the process of being edited; not even uploaded; one of these areas she’s explored before.

wondering where she went with a feeling of sadness, and also bothered by the curiosity that maybe the urbex video could give you clues to where you were, you put on the headphones and played the video.

strangely a normal video; she’d opened the door to this abandoned place, explored a bit of the first floor, proceeded to the next – abandoned swimming pools, empty, messy rooms, and then –

black. and this feeling of floating; like you were being sucked into something.

“- and that sums up the adventure you’ll be having today!” a booming voice’d interrupted your train of thought.

you opened your eyes (or did you really open them, or did you just snap back into ‘reality’?) and realized that all around you was colors – all these intrusive pieces of decoration, doused in such color that even a simple look at something gave you a flashbang.

“w-what?” you’d asked. and then you looked around and saw all the different… things? people? creatures? surrounding you?

you went through the routine of looking at the different creatures surrounding you. they all looked different, new, except for one character – a little jester; same height as your girlfriend; same timid expression; even the same stance…

this floating set of teeth complete with a set of eyes explained something to you about this in-house adventure that you could care less about. his name was caine, he said, but who really cared about caine?

you’d gripped at your head, trying to feel for the headset. you’d told yourself it was a dream.

“yeah, we all thought so as well,” you’d turned to see who said that, to see the little jester. something about her… was so incredibly familiar. was it that she matched your girlfriend’s ‘exact’ description? you didn’t quite know. you knew, however, by the way she’d stared at you, that she felt it too.

after a bit of panic, she’d said, “c-come with me, i’ll give you the… um, professional tour, of this place.”

caine then’d argued that he was normally the one who gave the ‘professional tours’. look, my dear. i appreciate your enthusiasm, but it is normally i who gives those professional tours you’re referring to-

after caine’d given you your new name, you’d followed, feeling a sense of comfort upon seeing her. huh. strange. it was the same comfort you’d normally feel seeing your girlfriend.

then ‘pomni’, as you’d learned her name from conversing with her, gives you this messy tour of the place. there was the tent, the grounds, the sleeping quarters… all these different places you weren’t quite sure what to think about.

after some time, you’d both settled down in her room, which was painted in her colors and decorated with… blocks. those kinds used to teach children the letters of the alphabet.

“so…” pomni’d said, “what’s your story?”

“oh,” you’d replied, “well, i used to work… well… it’s not important. all i really think of as important in my life was that i had this girlfriend – a real beautiful, nice girl that vanished… into thin air.”

“well, what was she like?”

“she was… this accountant at a supermarket establishment. and she did these… urbex things. you know? like… she’d explore abandoned buildings because she needed to feel the thrill every now and then.

she’d turned to you with an expression of surprise; of shock.

“… (y-y/n)?”

“w-what?” you’d asked. what was… that name? it seemed familiar.

“i used to have a girlfriend named (y/n). and then she was my girlfriend, too. and i used to explore abandoned places. the last thing i remembered was that i was editing this video, and then i put on this headset. the next thing i knew… i ended up here.”

it almost hit you; how accurate it was; how everything seemed to make sense. was this… pomni… your girlfriend? you’d began thinking about it; how her every mannerism seemed to match your girlfriend; how she’d showed her expressions so incredibly in-line with your girlfriends.

you’d exchanged a hug, one that brought tears to your eyes.

“i thought i’d never see you again,” you’d said, holding her tight, “first thing you were gone, and then – i don’t know. i thought i’d never see you again.”

“shh,” she’d comforted you, patting your hair as you’d cried on her shoulder, “i’m here now, aren’t i? that’s all that matters now.”

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THE AMAZING DIGITAL REQUEST INBOX!

HELLO SUPERSTARS! I would like to write about your grandiose requests for the wonderful world of the amazing digital circus!

Notes:

Updates might be slow, due to the mere fact that I could be occupied with other forms of work

1 character MAX when requesting!

I will write:

Fluff, angst, lime, lemon

Scenarios, headcanons, imagines

Any kind of reader (as long as it abides by the standard of decency)

I will NOT write:

Full-length oneshots

Pedophilia, rape, incest

X OCs (your OC might be a little out of character when I write them)

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offbeathiccups-deactivated

When you want to make a fanfic on a fandom but it’s dead and irrelevant

commissions open !!?

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bleedingspiral

Insect dividers || free to use (credit is appreciated)

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well

fatherkoffin

I want to fill you, my lamb. I want to hear your breath hitch as I press my cock to your tight hole. I want to bask in your blessed moans as I slowly push myself inside of you. I want to growl into your ear as I rut against you, leaving no room between our hips as I drive myself deeper inside of you. I want to hear you cry out for god only to have me stuff my fingers down your throat. I want you quivering as my free hand finds new ways to play with your body, pushing all the right buttons until you're overstimulated and your eyes roll back. I need you clinging to me, coming over and over until you forget god"s name, and it's replaced with mine.

hiraeth-daydreams

Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.

Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki

chubbyreaderchan

Okay but imagine cuddling up to your fav like this. ❤️

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