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Write erotic fanfiction about Null
- Thread starter Patrick Not-Star
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Ban E. Vader Esq.
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Null bans ppl that he is jealous of. But he banned the wrong person this time.
"I will pluck you like a cornish game hen" the spy said materializing behind null. "Hey boyz we got a spy" said heavy null cluching his sanwich closer to his dimpled cheeks. "U got me spy." null admitted. "Why did u follow me here"
"I saw ur deathfat thread and had to find u" said the spy.
"No u" said null. He switched to his melee weapon (banhammer) and did the only thing he has power to do beside eat: ban.
"I will pluck you like a cornish game hen" the spy said materializing behind null. "Hey boyz we got a spy" said heavy null cluching his sanwich closer to his dimpled cheeks. "U got me spy." null admitted. "Why did u follow me here"
"I saw ur deathfat thread and had to find u" said the spy.
"No u" said null. He switched to his melee weapon (banhammer) and did the only thing he has power to do beside eat: ban.
Dagoth AMOGUS
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Null has read erotic literature out loud. Remember “Cummies for Vordrak”? That was funny
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OWNER OF A TRANSPHOBIC FORUM JOSHUA NOOM GOT POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY A HANDSOME PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF A CHARACTER CREATED BY ONE OF HIS CYBERBULLYING VICTIMS
Chuck Tingle
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I'm not writing Neko shota smut, but if he shows interest in 18+ catboys I'd consider that
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I saw Null at a grocery store in whatever European shithole he lives in yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen cheese packages in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to she wasn't fat enough to pay attention to, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the cheese packages and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each package and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Then we went back to his house and I did sex to him. He didn't even cry or anything.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to she wasn't fat enough to pay attention to, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the cheese packages and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each package and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Then we went back to his house and I did sex to him. He didn't even cry or anything.
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FiveStarAce
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Midnight Cravings
Null leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan. The office was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of server racks humming in the background. His shift had run long—again—but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be.
On his desk sat his reward: a large, still-steaming pizza, the scent of garlic, melted cheese, and perfectly crisped pepperoni filling the air. His stomach rumbled in anticipation.
He pulled the box closer, flipping the lid open with a slow, deliberate motion. The heat rolled over his face, and his mouth watered. He loved this—the ritual of it. The first bite was always the best.
Null ran a thick finger over the edge of a slice, feeling the heat against his skin before lifting it. Strings of cheese stretched between the slice and the pie, long and glistening, reluctant to part. He curled his lips around the tip, the grease slicking against his mouth as he bit in, the rich, salty flavors coating his tongue.
He exhaled softly, eyes fluttering shut. The combination of textures—the crisp bite of the crust, the molten cheese, the savory banana pepper—sent a delicious shiver down his spine. He chewed slowly, letting the taste linger, feeling the warmth spread through his body.
A small drop of oil trickled down his chin, and he caught it with his thumb, licking it away with a satisfied hum. He reached for another hot slice, his moist fingers pressing into the soft dough, the warmth seeping into his skin.
Alone in the dim glow of the monitors, Null savored every bite, every indulgent mouthful. His body relaxed, heavy and warm, as he let himself melt into the pleasure of the moment. The pizza, the solitude, the quiet hum of the servers—it was exactly what he needed.
Null leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan. The office was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of server racks humming in the background. His shift had run long—again—but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be.
On his desk sat his reward: a large, still-steaming pizza, the scent of garlic, melted cheese, and perfectly crisped pepperoni filling the air. His stomach rumbled in anticipation.
He pulled the box closer, flipping the lid open with a slow, deliberate motion. The heat rolled over his face, and his mouth watered. He loved this—the ritual of it. The first bite was always the best.
Null ran a thick finger over the edge of a slice, feeling the heat against his skin before lifting it. Strings of cheese stretched between the slice and the pie, long and glistening, reluctant to part. He curled his lips around the tip, the grease slicking against his mouth as he bit in, the rich, salty flavors coating his tongue.
He exhaled softly, eyes fluttering shut. The combination of textures—the crisp bite of the crust, the molten cheese, the savory banana pepper—sent a delicious shiver down his spine. He chewed slowly, letting the taste linger, feeling the warmth spread through his body.
A small drop of oil trickled down his chin, and he caught it with his thumb, licking it away with a satisfied hum. He reached for another hot slice, his moist fingers pressing into the soft dough, the warmth seeping into his skin.
Alone in the dim glow of the monitors, Null savored every bite, every indulgent mouthful. His body relaxed, heavy and warm, as he let himself melt into the pleasure of the moment. The pizza, the solitude, the quiet hum of the servers—it was exactly what he needed.