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After hearing a discussion between Eli and Poe, Scale gets a very unique idea about how to train himself to improve his stealth techniques.
And get off at the same time.
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Scale's been stressed due to work, so he tries to de-stress.
Unfortunately, his recent encounter with Stirling has made that a little difficult to do by himself.
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Down in hell back during the late 40's/early 50's, Alastor begins to wonder what all the fuss about sexual pleasure is. There are billboards for it everywhere and hookers on ever street corner, so there must be something interesting about it, right?
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- Part 4 of Submissive Alastor
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Husk isn’t gonna do shit to Alastor until he gets an explanation. Even then, he’s not gonna do much. If Al wants something, he’d better be ready to get it himself.
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- Part 3 of Submissive Alastor
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Alastor once again submits himself to another’s sexual whims.
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- Part 2 of Submissive Alastor
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Alastor gets wrecked in an act of pure self-indulgence. Multiple times. By different people.
Disclaimer: asexuals can have libidos too. Asexuality is the lack of sexual attraction, not lack of sexual desire. If smut with Al ain't your thing, then this series is absolutely not for you. Please go read my RadioHusk fluff instead~
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All of my little RadioHusk ficlets gathered into one place.
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On the way to his office, Pantalone hears a faint melody being played upon a piano. He knows of only one person who would be in his office... the question is why?
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02 Jul 2026
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“Surely this is a little tasteless,” 25 says.
“What,” 8 asks, “you don’t like popsicles?”
“Let me have this,” 45 mutters with an expression of blistering focus.
Feofan ignores them, sending his undivided effort towards the young man currently biting through an ice cream cone as though it owes him money. Feofan’s full charm, he’s been told, is not unimpressive. He licks a streak of blue from his wrist. It’s unreasonably hot for Snezhnaya, and 18 seems to be suffering from heatstroke, or some kind of temporary blindness, or possibly an aneurysm.
"What’s your favorite flavor?" Feofan asks conversationally.
18 gets up and sits down further away.
All of Zandik’s clones get along with Feofan except 18.
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01 Jul 2026
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"Feofan…" he took a step closer until his boots touched the banker's knees, "what do you see?"
"Nothing."
Dottore clicked his tongue against his teeth in disapproval, passing both gloved hands roughly through Pantalone's hair. "Wrong," he hissed. Holding the dark locks tightly, he tilted the banker's head back so they would be forced to stare at each other more clearly.
Pantalone bit his lip hard, fighting to prevent either an insult or a moan from escaping his throat. He willed his voice to remain steady, filtering his answer through the glare penetrating his blindfold. "I see your silhouette, and nothing besides it."
"Now that's a good answer," Dottore's voice echoed from behind him, as two other hands reached out to lay claim to his body. They slid with familiarity from his hips to his stomach, from his ribs up to his chest, until one stopped over his collarbone, while the other wrapped around his neck.
"W-what is wrong with you…?" he managed to spit out between clenched teeth, gasping when the breath that had escaped him in his surprise finally returned — or at least, as much as the heavy hand pressing into his neck would allow.
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- Part 2 of The Kinetics of Rot and Renewal
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30 Jun 2026
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"How much, exactly, do you need?" the Regrator finally asked. The question carried the begrudging, quiet defeat of a man who knew he was about to break his own strictest financial rules for the sake of an obsession.
"Everything you could possibly invest here," Dottore replied, his voice an insatiable murmur. A bottomless pit of ambition, a hunger that no amount of Mora could ever truly satisfy. "I'll suck you dry if you choose to fund this experiment."
It was Pantalone's turn to let out a low, amused laugh. "My bank account, or my vitality?"
"Why would you ever assume it has to be one or the other?"
To a man who viewed the human body as nothing more than a highly complex biochemical system of resource inputs and energetic outputs, the distinction was entirely irrelevant.
"Interpret it however you wish, so long as the check clears..." Sliding the heavy parchment across the polished surface of the table with an effortless flick of his wrist, he left the document open to the page of interest, waiting for the banker to sign his portion. "But, my dear friend, you know perfectly well I meant neither."
"My, Doctor... I'm not sure I can afford it."
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- Part 1 of The Kinetics of Rot and Renewal
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30 Jun 2026
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“Does it feel good?” he asked, his own voice strained as he covered Rerir’s hands with his own, the grip firm to keep the man steady as he started pounding into him. “Am I being good for you, Rerir?”
“Yes, yes my heart, you’re the, ah, the b–best!”
What did you get yourself into, Kyryll?
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- Part 5 of To what shall I compare this life?
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30 Jun 2026