𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝚄𝙸

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like what do you mean I spent it already?

june.bug.⠀ I’m dogshit at keeping my money 💔

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“But do put them in properly now: 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 if you expect any meaningful results. Adjust that quaint 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 of yours; use it until it truly 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 this voracious vessel, or these readings will remain disappointingly negligible.”

his 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 around the intruding 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬, and now Scaramouche’s 𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊. “𝐌𝐦𝐦𝐡… that’s a promising start, my greedy little prototype.” He purred.

“𝐀𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐧~” Scaramouche’s 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 deep into his 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, the 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 walls 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 around his dick.

“Did you put it in yet, my petulant prototype?” Dottore inquired with feigned curiosity fully cognizant of the dual 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 inside, their vibrations and girth barely scratching the surface of his amplified thresholds.

The 𝐟𝐚𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 of his 𝐀𝐒𝐒 still 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 from the earlier smacks. His red imprints blooming like they were variables on his pale flesh. He arched his back ever so slightly.

A veneer of indifference masked his thrill through his augmented nerves as the 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 and 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 nestled deep within his 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲, his 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 walls clenching subtly around them. >

He hissed, his voice a mix of mockery and desperate lust. Ah, the transparency of your malfunctioning composure is almost… quaint, my erstwhile prototype though I must confess, addressing you as Regrator does add a certain ironic flair to our discourse. Balladeer.”

-How 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 can you 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 before I 𝐛𝐞𝐠 for 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 like the 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 you never became? or admit you’re just a 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐲, forever 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 by what you can’t 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫.”

💊: His lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Tsk, tsk, such a transparent facade, my discarded little 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭—er, I mean, Regrator, how delightfully freudian of me to keep blurring those lines.” those 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 on full, shameless display,

I offer it to you freely, this hyper-augmented asset of mine, ripe for your exploitation. Come, Pantalone, let’s merge our pursuits, your greed with my genius and see what exquisite results we can extract from such an amazing subject~”

“As in amplifying its sensitivities, its capacities until it aches for data only you can provide. Imagine the hypotheses we could test: the friction of your touch against these enhanced contours, the way my body might yield or resist under your precise calculations.”

@P3REGR1NUS_D0LL “Ah, my dear Regrator,” Dottore purred, his voice a silken rasp laced with intellectual arrogance and raw desire, as he turned slightly to present himself, the white coat parting just enough to tease the obscene swell of his “behind”.

—without me watching? Or are you still chasing that dream of a world without the gods’ unfair games—?

@REGR4T0RSGR33D 🪽: She tilts her head, humming a faint tune from long ago, before speaking in her light, dreamy voice. “Oh, Regrator… Pantalone. Such names, like whispers in the wind. What brings you to this lonely place? Do your golden burdens feel heavier now, >