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“Flins, I’m sorry, but it’s not what you think it is,” Illuga’s voice drifts to a whisper. He’s embarrassed and ashamed. Surely Flins will be disgusted with him now that he knows he wet himself like a little kid because he couldn’t just hold it in.
“I know what it is,” is Flins reply, flicking his gaze up to Illuga who stares back at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t have you drink all that water for no reason. I wanted to see how desperate you’d become, to see you make a mess of yourself. But your resolve is as strong as ever.”
Unknowing to Flins' plans that night, Illuga consumes countless glasses and bottles of water that leaves him desperate to relieve himself, but is not given the opportunity to, not until Flins finally has his way with him.
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05 Jun 2026
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“Childe.” Zhongli speaks his name with such terrible fondness, full-bodied and replete with amusement. “You and I both know how insatiable you are.”
He teases a finger over the curve of Childe’s ear and follows it along his jawline, skims lower to catch his fluttering pulse. Childe leans in despite himself. “Given that we happen to be here and so too are the Captain, the Doctor, and the Regrator—”
“Hold on,” Childe interrupts. “Let me get this straight: you want to watch me get fucked by the Harbingers?”
Zhongli laughs again. It’s achingly sincere. “That is a bit more crass of a phrase than I would have chosen, but yes.”
Or, Zhongli loves watching Childe fall apart to pleasure, so he offers to organize him an orgy. You know, just a thoughtful romantic gesture.
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27 May 2026
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Pantalone’s hand climbs the line of the leather harness, teasing at the collar around Dottore’s throat. A finger slides beneath the ring. “The well-fed man does not understand the wants of the hungry, doctor.”
Perhaps not. But Dottore can see the hunger enclosed in Pantalone’s eyes. Endless and insatiable, it devours the violet of his irises, swelling out from the yawning maws of ink-dark pupils.
Dottore’s voice pitches low. “And what is it you want, Regrator?”
A story about power and intimacy and the romance of fair exchange. Also, Pantalone wears a corset.
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- Part 5 of A Hundred Visions and Revisions
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23 May 2026
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Dottore—insolent, presumptuous man that he is—steps closer, filling the narrow tunnel of air between them with notes of ether and iodine. Pantalone resists the instinct to backstep.
“Why don’t you let me come wash you off?” Dottore purrs. “A nice, relaxing bath might do that sour temper of yours some good.”
After a gruesome mission, Dottore knows just what Pantalone needs. It goes without saying that relaxing is hardly the right word to describe the events that transpire.
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- Part 2 of A Hundred Visions and Revisions
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23 May 2026
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Tales of Pantalone's encounters with Il Dottore. Fics can be read in any order.
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23 May 2026