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Sir Brain-a-rot
- Jul 24, 2023
- 19
CHAPTER II OF THE MIGHTY SERIES: When the Lord and the Devil Both Want my Ass — A Love Story
WARNING:
This is a fictional story, with characters inspired by people who fully consented to this weird shit and their personalities are heavily exaggerated for the sake of the plot and the shits and giggles. I repeat, I HAVE CONSENT FROM THEM. This is pure fanfiction and it contains sexual topics, it is very descriptive and I highly recommend NOT TO READ IN CASE YOU'RE UNCONFORTABLE WITH NSFW TOPICS.
Thanks to my beloved bottoms who support and help me improve my writing skills and my English. They are the reason I haven't CTB'd when I was at my lowest, and now I wanna make other people laugh so they get why I chose to stay in this god forsaken planet and read/write shit like this online. Love you guys.
Real footage of me making this shit while my dad praises my novelist skills (he doesn't speak English at all)
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Buckle up, Damienists.
<3
That's when he put two and two together and figured out my real identity… I was THAT guy. Yes, the one reacting and commenting to EVERY post he made.
—Uhm, can you remove your knee from my leg? It's kind of in the way…— He looked down and proceeded to quickly look away, flustered, noticing it was not my knee what was pressing against his thigh.
—S-sorry! I didn't mean to…— I looked down too, but this time I saw what appeared like him having an erection as well, probably due to the difficult position we were in, and my muscles were showing from my half-open shirt. —You're… You're hard too, Damien…— Our eyes met with the same desire, as I heard him gulp from nervousness and I panted from the excitement. —Can I… Help with that maybe? I mean, if you wanna go take care of it, my bathroom's in the door to the right… Sorry, what am I thinking? You and me!? Sorry, please go, I'll call you an Uber!—I exclaimed in desperation.
—…I actually kinda hoped you'd want to… you know… I recognize your profile picture from the replies to my posts… I always wanted to meet you, my biggest fan… I just wasn't expecting it to be this way…— He looked away, completely red from the embarrassment —You have my consent for this… if you wanna…
As soon as I heard the word "consent", the logical part of my brain completely shut down. Not even thinking, I princess-carried him to my bed, ripping those angelic clothes he was wearing as if he cosplayed a greek prince, caressing his soft skin, slowly moving my fingers towards his thighs. He moaned softly, each time I drew lines with my cold hands on his body, as if he was begging for my grasp.
He let out a gasp when my cold fingertips reached his already wet penis, and I completely lost it. I was in a haze of hormones and I just grabbed the lube like a maniac, proceeding to let it fall all over his dick and ass. I had been worshipping him as if I was his, but tonight, he was mine.
—I wrote so much fanfiction of this situation, I don't know where to begin…
—Just stick it in, I know you want to~
I discombobulated mentally. My mind? Empty. My body? Flamin' hot.
I spread his cheeks with HUNGER. I was just about to destroy his prostate with my ginormous Barbecue Sausage™, but then, another unexpected turn of events destroyed ME.
—What's up, guys? I heard commotion and I couldn't help but invite myself in to see- OH CRAP DAMIEN IS THAT YOU!? WHY ARE YOU BOTTOMING????
I present to you, The man, The legend… T. D. Morningstar. Yes. THE ONE AND ONLY FUCKING SATAN WAS SITTING IN A CUCK THRONE, LOOKING AT MY ASS CHEEKS ABOUT TO POUNCE ON DAMIEN THE FEMBOY LERONE 03.
He sighed —What a sticky situation…— as he slowly made himself comfortable sitting on the throne.
TO BE CONTINUED???? Like and subscribe for part 3 byeeeee
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WARNING:
This is a fictional story, with characters inspired by people who fully consented to this weird shit and their personalities are heavily exaggerated for the sake of the plot and the shits and giggles. I repeat, I HAVE CONSENT FROM THEM. This is pure fanfiction and it contains sexual topics, it is very descriptive and I highly recommend NOT TO READ IN CASE YOU'RE UNCONFORTABLE WITH NSFW TOPICS.
Thanks to my beloved bottoms who support and help me improve my writing skills and my English. They are the reason I haven't CTB'd when I was at my lowest, and now I wanna make other people laugh so they get why I chose to stay in this god forsaken planet and read/write shit like this online. Love you guys.
<———
Buckle up, Damienists.
<3
—OH MY GOD PLEASE DON'T LOOK!!!!— I screamed, trying to wipe off the jizz from my dick while hurriedly trying to cover myself with the aforementioned bag of Doritos. It was useless, though, as my gigantic anaconda was still peeking out hard as a rock.
—I have so many questions… I mean, I do write weird stuff but I was NOT expecting this.
—I swear, I c-can explain!! Just give me a sec— Stuttering, I tried to put my pants back on as a futile attempt to cover my raging boner. —This is not what it looks like.— I ended up tripping over and somehow we both fell, leaving barely a few millimeters between each other's faces.
—Hey! Careful, dude! I might be a writer but I can brawl too, huh!?
—Sorry, sorry! I t-tripped!!— I said as I struggled to get up, accidentally brushing my bulge against him.
—Agh! C-can you try not to get that sticky thing on my clothes?
—I'm so sorry… You caught me off guard and I don't even know how you got here! Isn't that tresspassing or something?
—I mean… if you put it that way… But you literally summoned me with your calls…
—Calls? I just prayed as usual and… Oh… Actually, I think I know what happened…
—What were you doing? I mean, it looks pretty obvious but I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here…
—Yeah, no, I was actually… Uhhh… let's say "pleasuring myself" for the sake of politeness…
—… Be for fucking real… Did you just bust a nut to my profile picture!?
—…Yes… It's just that… your face… it's so… cute…
—That's gay.
—Technically it's not because it's just a picture… Right?
He slowly changed his expression to something between confusion and disgust…
—Hey that's homophobic— I replied quickly at his expression.
—My problem's not with your sexuality, I don't give a shit, I mean you literally made a SHRINE AND IT'S ALL NUTTED ON!
—You weren't supposed to see it!!!! It's a tribute to your writing!
—Wait, you've read my work?— He paused. —Did you like it!?
—I've read it over and over. I even have a printed copy of every book you published so far in chronological order… That's why I'm… In love with you…— Without noticing, my bulge grew bigger and harder, just from the thought of reading his work and being beside him at the same time…
—I have so many questions… I mean, I do write weird stuff but I was NOT expecting this.
—I swear, I c-can explain!! Just give me a sec— Stuttering, I tried to put my pants back on as a futile attempt to cover my raging boner. —This is not what it looks like.— I ended up tripping over and somehow we both fell, leaving barely a few millimeters between each other's faces.
—Hey! Careful, dude! I might be a writer but I can brawl too, huh!?
—Sorry, sorry! I t-tripped!!— I said as I struggled to get up, accidentally brushing my bulge against him.
—Agh! C-can you try not to get that sticky thing on my clothes?
—I'm so sorry… You caught me off guard and I don't even know how you got here! Isn't that tresspassing or something?
—I mean… if you put it that way… But you literally summoned me with your calls…
—Calls? I just prayed as usual and… Oh… Actually, I think I know what happened…
—What were you doing? I mean, it looks pretty obvious but I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here…
—Yeah, no, I was actually… Uhhh… let's say "pleasuring myself" for the sake of politeness…
—… Be for fucking real… Did you just bust a nut to my profile picture!?
—…Yes… It's just that… your face… it's so… cute…
—That's gay.
—Technically it's not because it's just a picture… Right?
He slowly changed his expression to something between confusion and disgust…
—Hey that's homophobic— I replied quickly at his expression.
—My problem's not with your sexuality, I don't give a shit, I mean you literally made a SHRINE AND IT'S ALL NUTTED ON!
—You weren't supposed to see it!!!! It's a tribute to your writing!
—Wait, you've read my work?— He paused. —Did you like it!?
—I've read it over and over. I even have a printed copy of every book you published so far in chronological order… That's why I'm… In love with you…— Without noticing, my bulge grew bigger and harder, just from the thought of reading his work and being beside him at the same time…
That's when he put two and two together and figured out my real identity… I was THAT guy. Yes, the one reacting and commenting to EVERY post he made.
—Uhm, can you remove your knee from my leg? It's kind of in the way…— He looked down and proceeded to quickly look away, flustered, noticing it was not my knee what was pressing against his thigh.
—S-sorry! I didn't mean to…— I looked down too, but this time I saw what appeared like him having an erection as well, probably due to the difficult position we were in, and my muscles were showing from my half-open shirt. —You're… You're hard too, Damien…— Our eyes met with the same desire, as I heard him gulp from nervousness and I panted from the excitement. —Can I… Help with that maybe? I mean, if you wanna go take care of it, my bathroom's in the door to the right… Sorry, what am I thinking? You and me!? Sorry, please go, I'll call you an Uber!—I exclaimed in desperation.
—…I actually kinda hoped you'd want to… you know… I recognize your profile picture from the replies to my posts… I always wanted to meet you, my biggest fan… I just wasn't expecting it to be this way…— He looked away, completely red from the embarrassment —You have my consent for this… if you wanna…
As soon as I heard the word "consent", the logical part of my brain completely shut down. Not even thinking, I princess-carried him to my bed, ripping those angelic clothes he was wearing as if he cosplayed a greek prince, caressing his soft skin, slowly moving my fingers towards his thighs. He moaned softly, each time I drew lines with my cold hands on his body, as if he was begging for my grasp.
He let out a gasp when my cold fingertips reached his already wet penis, and I completely lost it. I was in a haze of hormones and I just grabbed the lube like a maniac, proceeding to let it fall all over his dick and ass. I had been worshipping him as if I was his, but tonight, he was mine.
—I wrote so much fanfiction of this situation, I don't know where to begin…
—Just stick it in, I know you want to~
I discombobulated mentally. My mind? Empty. My body? Flamin' hot.
I spread his cheeks with HUNGER. I was just about to destroy his prostate with my ginormous Barbecue Sausage™, but then, another unexpected turn of events destroyed ME.
—What's up, guys? I heard commotion and I couldn't help but invite myself in to see- OH CRAP DAMIEN IS THAT YOU!? WHY ARE YOU BOTTOMING????
I present to you, The man, The legend… T. D. Morningstar. Yes. THE ONE AND ONLY FUCKING SATAN WAS SITTING IN A CUCK THRONE, LOOKING AT MY ASS CHEEKS ABOUT TO POUNCE ON DAMIEN THE FEMBOY LERONE 03.
He sighed —What a sticky situation…— as he slowly made himself comfortable sitting on the throne.
TO BE CONTINUED???? Like and subscribe for part 3 byeeeee
