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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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feeling evil & unhinged.

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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     !               ❞

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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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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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