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❝ 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺 ? 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 , 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ? 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 ? 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ! 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘥 ! ❞
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my newest theory is that dottore makes porn bots to terrorise the general community.
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❝ 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺 ? 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 , 𝘨𝘰𝘥 ? 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 ? 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ! 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘥 ! ❞
#ray comes back to the rpc mayhaps !!!#as a treat !!!!#if I can rid myself of the 100 pornbots that is
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when he sees how many pornbots have manifested over the week.
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i like alhaitham time to die i guess.
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#im 4'8 and im causing problems on purpose.#yes being short and unable to reach the top shelf is a personality trait dont perceive me.
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that was more like it. immoral, profane; the husk of reticence never befitting an unbridled rapture so intoxicating. baizhu, a delineation of propriety, venerated by the citizen’s of the harbor for his benign modus operandi. he cannot help but envisage their aghast expression should they see the desk, engraved with furrowed desperation. the premise of imminent euphoria is the probing of his tongue, the heat of the pharmacist as it restricts in encompassment. tapered nails embed in pliant skin, blood, in rivulets rises, seeping down the arch of pale fingers, amassing at his wrist, dripping intermittently. hedonism is their vice, after all the doctor was as enthralled with the pleasure convulsing through his plaything as he would be any experiment. he withdraws, eldritch hewed smile whispering sensuous depravity. “ you want to cum.” saccharine , inundated with intent; a vow and condemnation. each, elongated finger recites a cadence of consideration against his ass, welts, bloodied and intense in their lingering fervour . pleasure, in the mantle of agonizing pain was his forte after all, and it and the pharmacist had become well acquainted. “ do you deserve it ? ” ah, he was no longer capable of discernible retaliation - thus it was in his hands to make the decision, to bestow the divine punishment. fingers retreat, spectral entities as they ghost across baizhu’s thighs, further, further, ascending under they chastely graze his torturously hard cock, untouched still. “ mercy - I can give it to you.” his breath was hot, his forehead resting against the sinuous curve of his ass. laughter, a harrowing rasp. as ruthlessly as the harbinger had fingered him do his fingers vice around his cock, if the lack of contact had been torture than this would have been that much worse. “ will you cum for me ?” it was strident grate of his voice against the consonance of eroticism, the lilt of baizhu’s whimpers increasing to immodest cries. the doctor, in all his infinite contradictions kisses tenderly to the base of his spine. “ cum for me baizhu.”
it's horrid, really. horrid in it's own way - this addiction the pharmacist suffers at the hands of the harbinger behind him. he's a drug he's tried to quit more times than he can count over the years, and one that just keeps coming back - keeps crawling beneath his skin like a parasite that would hit him with the highest of highs and lowest of lows. gods, baizhu knew better. he always knew better. and yet every. damn. time. he never truly said no. perhaps it was because dottore knew how to work his body and his mind, perhaps it was because he was the only monster in the whole world that he didn't feel he sullied by being with. either way - the bliss is, as always, indescribable and near intoxicating with every little gesture.
hands curl tighter into sandbearer wood, and baizhu can't help but whine - soft and low. why? because he'd denied himself a kiss, the same way that the harbinger denies him fulfillment. it's emptiness that breaches his slim frame, deep - shaking breaths giving tell to the truthful wanton desires that someone of his ilk had no business possessing - especially not in the hands of this man. hungry. hungry. hungry. he's so hungry for it and yet dottore - yet zandik - has always had a mean streak, a penchant for cruelty that trickles between them even now and drives him to near insanity. a noise of confusion bursts forth from his stained tiers, perpetually parted to make room for saliva and venom over produced upon elongated fangs in the wake of his desire. he'll bite dottore later, maybe. bite him to get him back. except it would just lead to this... again, and-his awareness catches up to him when dangerous digits find the swell of his ass, and baizhu whips his head around so fast he feels dizzy. down, he looks, drinking in the sight of the larger man on his knees as serpentine eyes widen even more, forked tongue darting forth before a noise of surprise leaves him. " zandik, that's so- "
oh.
another whimper that punches out into a soft moan tears forth from him then, weak legs indeed trembling under the onslaught. his upper half bows forward now, bracing upon the counter so that he can fully angle his head downwards. while he can't clearly see what dottore is doing - he can obviously feel it - and baizhu is no saint, no prude. it's enough to have him in pieces, weak body fighting to stay upright as legs spread even further. " oh, archons, that's good. " yet baizhu can't finish the words. it's a senseless babble of carnal delights, punctuated by breathy noises of pleasure, until baizhu is suddenly straightening, back bowing as a hand flies behind him to press hard into blue hair - a firm demand for the harbinger to keep doing what was he doing. simultaneously, he presses his hips backwards once more, punctuated by the lilt of his honey tones stumbling over moans and barely decipherable pleadings. " zandik, zandik, i- " could he cum from just this? baizhu wasn't certain, but at the rate dottore was devouring him... a long and low moan that bleeds into a cry is his warning - keep going and run the risk, or stop now.
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prances across the floor.
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“Delusional until we fall, buried under the weight of the world.”
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i have to remind you all, in spite of my depravity, i am batshit insane.
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aint no condoms in my wallet girl those are ramen noodle flavor packets
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self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void
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*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*
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Stab me and fuck the holes daddy uwu commit science atrocities daddy break the hippocratic oath on me
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