Tfw you try to read fan-fiction but it's so horribly written you'd rather watch porn for the acting

tfw you try to read fan-fiction but it's so horribly written you'd rather watch porn for the acting.

tfw you know you could write something ten times better but if you did you'd be a filthy fan-fiction author

sounds like you're demorilizing something you enjoy to protect your own ego. why not just write some fan fiction, not like you're committed forever. go ahead, write something for Sup Forums and we'll judge how good you actually are? or are you just a pussy who can't write?

bump, waiting

bamp

Is there anything you guys want me to take a stab at? Any series you guys have a fetish for?

Literally nobody cares

what, you some shakes pare? you love writing or criticizing other's working hard writing? the latter obviously.

waiting for nigger op to deliver

I can't just write a fucking fan-fiction in 5 minutes you autists, if I did I probably would do a romantic Sonic & Knuckles RP or a dom story of Toriel and Frisk

kill yourself or write faggot

give me 3 sentences NOW!!!

i want to see production NOW!!!

write something faggot if you're so good at it?1

sauce/more?

write something faggot, so i can judge YOU!

i'll bump until 5 am. i want production

Holy shit it didn't 404. Gimmie a few minutes. I'll give you guys a steam pile of beauty.

fucken hell. just write anything for christ's sake

this better be good

you think im gona let you get away with this OP? i'm here all night.

i can identify store fronts all night long

It was a cold Autumn night in Gotham City.

Bruce Wayne lay in bed, reflecting on the troubling thoughts in his mind. Despite his cool resolve he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the events of the past week. So much horror, destruction... possibly even love?

The last thought lingered on his mind the briefest of moments before a thunderous crash sparked his instincts as he leapt out of bed and down stair. Before him, a disturbing scene of vandalism, disturbed mostly by the simple nfact he had not noticed it sooner.

Red smiley faces, spray painted all over the walls and floors; furniture ravaged and upturned and many pieces of shattered glass from the broken window before him spread out amongst the room. He felt he already knew the culprit of this crime, the only question was why?

It was then he noticed the video tape sitting on a seemingly untouched coffee table next to the wall furthest from the window, simply labeled: Play me

He took the tape to the Bat Cave, the home of the only VCR in Gotham city. The following video shocked him to the very core...

A camera came into focus and begin moving around, focusing around the subject of the tape, none other than the Joker, "Hey there, bats! It's me, your best pal the Joker and have I got a suprise for you!"

a chair and dressed only in his signiture pokadot boxers, oh the many wonderful nights started by the sight of such magnificent drawers.

The Joker began to laugh menacingly into the camera as his dastardly accomplice, Harlequinn walked up to Alfred and began to attach copper clamps to his nipples. The joker poked his head back into the shot, "Don't stop watching if you want to save your friend, Bruce"

It took every ounce of Bruces will to suppress his rage at the sight. Harlequinn flipped a switch and Bruce watched in horror as a million volts flowed into Alfreds wrinkly man-tits. This went on for what felt like hours, though the ticking of the VCR clock revealed it to be merely a few minutes.

Eventually, the Joker intervened, flipping off the switch and turning to the camera, "Sorry, that one is getting a little boring. How about we have some REAL fun?!" The jokers face was possessed with the most diabolical of grins as he pulled out an old fashioned egg beater.

The following scene would have sent lesser men into a frenzy, but something compelled the Bat to continue watching as the Joker began to violate Alfred with the utensil. To his own horror, he barely noticed his hand, travelling to his enlarging girth.

Bruce knew Alfred was being traumatized, tortured even, by the horrible deeds the Joker and his side kick enacted upon him, but he couldn't stop himself.

Overcome by his lust, he freed the Bat from the Cave and began stroking himself in rythme to Alfreds horrified screams. It's almost as if he could feel the blood pour out of his gaping anus and into his massive, throbbing, batarang, strangely curved like its signiture namesake.

The Joker decided to remove the egg beater and opted for something even more terrifying. He pulled down his own pants and begin slapping the ever-loving batshit out of Alfred with his Maniacal Meat, Harlequinn watching from the side.

Bruce was getting close. Watching his arch nemesis abuse his beloved butt-ler was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, made ever more delightful by the disgust coursing through him.

The Joker procured a live trout from off screen and promptly lubed it up with fiery mexican hot sauce before slipping to 2 foot long bastard as far up Alfreds Bat Cave as it would go. Alfred began to sob.

He continued beating Alfred with his now-limp member as Wayne become closer and closer, "Ahhh, ahhh fuck. I'm gonna jizz, ahhh shit." and shot his load all over the screen, the cum oozing all over the grotesque scene.

Joker turned to the camera and said, "Well that's it for this show! You can pick up your used and abused butt fuckler at the abandoned warehouse by the docks. Tootles, bat boy!" The screen went black.

Bruce was reeling at what he had just witnessed, what he'd just done. He sobbed relentlessly as he finished milking the little knight, his cries echoing in the darkness....

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