i swear i love writing but entitled readers REALLLLYYYYY be pissing me off
“all you write is smut” because i want to?????? i’m not obligated to write what YOU want i don’t write for you… if you want other stuff so bad then maybe my blog isn’t for you and you should just branch out. all those stupid anons lurking in my inbox after a comment i made on one post should go away because it’s honestly starting to annoy me and is partially the reason why i’m so hesitant to return to writing.
I really love your previous Mark's 'fanfic! Could you maybe write a similar thing about that? My idea is a Johnny fanfic where he fucks you in slow, deep, sensual missionary and suddenly makes you squirt for the first time when he's still inside of you. You feel so embarrassed, but Johnny realizes that it's so sexy, hot, and addictive. Thanks.
elia ! : tysm nonie!! i love this idea sm i hope u enjoy ><
johnny’s fingers stay laced with yours the entire time. it was grounding, the way he presses your intertwined hands into the pillows above your head. the sheer size of him making you feel fully pinned down. his broad chest grazing yours, his entire body a blanket of heat and pleasure.
you moan into his kiss when he thrusts into you deep again. almost painfully slow.
“fuck,” you pant out, your voice already diminished to a whisper. your body twitching as he holds you down, letting you feel every thick inch of him dragging out of you before sinking back in. his lips were shiny and plump from kissing you, irises swelling with a darker, lustier gaze.
“you feel that, baby?” his voice is strained. “how deep i am?”
you nod, chest rising and falling fast. your legs are trembling on either side of his waist. you’ve been so sensitive, constantly full, since he started.
“so fuckin’ tight,” he damn nearly growls, pressing your hands down harder into the mattress. “you’re taking me so well. just look at you.”
your lashes flutter open again. and the sight of him alone, almost makes you sob out in pleasure. his long and wavy hair all messy, his heart-shaped lips all plump and parted, his arms that flex as they hold you down.
“johnny—“ your manager to voice. “i can’t— it’s too much.”
his eyes soften for only half a second as he leans down to kiss your temple. following, he rolls his hips hard again, and murmurs low against your skin, “you can. you will. and you’re gonna let go for me, aren’t you?”
the sensation and pressure is all too dizzying. too much, too hot. your thighs try to close back together but he pushes them even wider in return. he groans when he catches the sight of how soaked you are.
“shit—feels like you’re gonna come again,” he pants, hips starting to move faster now. “you’re shaking, baby.”
you bury your face in the crook of his neck. and it’s so good you could cry. his cock keeps hitting that sweet little spot and the knot low in your belly is already snapping tight.
before you could stop it, your whole body jerks hard. a sudden rush of wet heat spills out of you and you let out a noise mixed between a whimper and a gasp.
“johnny—oh my god!”
your eyes dart up to him in complete panic, your cheeks burning a dark shade of pink. your voice gets incredibly smaller. “i didn’t mean to—“
“oh my god.” he thrusts once more, still deep as ever trying to savor it. “you just squirted for me.”
the look on his face says it all, staring down at the mess you just made all over both of you.
you squirm under him, trying to hide your face, more so your embarrassment, your legs still trembling. “that’s so embarrassing…”
“no. you know how hot that is?”
you whimper for the nth time, stunned by how his voice sounds now. it was rough, addicted.
babe,” he groans out, “you made a mess all over me. and i’m still inside you.” he starts to rock his hips again, making you cry out. the squelching of your pussy urging him to keep going. “you’re gonna do it for me again, okay? show me how good it feels.”
lots of stuff has been happening in the past few weeks with me and family and stuff so i haven’t had as much time to write? im also insanely insecure and suddenly thought that everything i’ve ever written is shit and needs to be burnt at the stake so i haven’t even looked at google docs in a while Lol
i’m not sure when i’ll come back! i have some asks to respond to and i’ll try to work on them behind the scenes but nothing being posted for now… i kinda need to just relax and let this burnout calm down
i’m sorryyyyy :( love from nova though! i will be back that is a threat
apps and such i use for smau making purposes ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆ ˚
⤹ before you proceed . . .
anything here is the actual applications used (no link = app)
anything here are pros & cons
sorry if it’s messy but these ^ are the main points lolol
𓆟 ﹒ ₊˚ ﹕ messages .ᐟ
memi message
ㄴ tho i’ve heard many complaints of the glitches on this specific app, i don’t think i’ve gotten to that extent ( yet, hopefully never ) since they don’t seem to personally bother me as much as i expected them to lol
pros
unlimited profiles
text color change ( green, blue, etc. ) for imessage / android
easy to change pov’s / person speaking
cons
group chats have a limit to only 9 profiles
profile pics are distorted if not perfectly a squeeze
pictures are also very distorted in chat
iMessage
ㄴ only for ios + a connected sim so it isn’t very inclusive but for those who have access to it, it’s just as easy texting anyone else!
pros
easy to use
built in app
pictures appear just as expected ( no distortion )
dark mode is natural looking
cons
group chats with individual profiles aren’t available
ㅡ if you turn on the subject feature in settings ( search messages ) , you can have the other characters profiles be shown but unfortunately no profile pictures
duplicate messages — tho they can be deleted
𓆟 ﹒ ₊˚ ﹕ twitter .ᐟ
twinote
ㄴ fav smau app ever ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ it’s so straightforward and literally no complications at all once you get the hang of it, but if a tutorial is needed i am more than happy to provide one
pros
unlimited profiles
profiles are saved
twitter profile generator
ㄴ as used in here since the headers on twinote get cut off due to my phone model, i personally like the formatting on here more
pros
let’s birth date ‘born on…’ be words, not limited to numbers
very straightforward; replacing john doe
cons
birth date + join date cannot be deleted
no options for bio
so soo many ads </3 each click takes you who knows where
𓆟 ﹒ ₊˚ ﹕ instagram .ᐟ
photonote
ㄴ not the best app for insta profiles but not the worst either, i don’t have much experience with this app besides here & there lolz it’s very tricky to use at least for me but things are definitely not where they’re supposed to be so
pros
saved profiles + feed
cons
photos are automatically cropped into a square
comments don’t show up under post
@'s + #'s aren't blue / linked
instagram profile generator
ㄴ as used in here . . . same website as the twt profiles!
pros
highlights included
option for a story to be available
cons
pictures uploaded for pfp + hl covers are very zoomed in
so soo many ads </3 each click takes you who knows where
instagram chat generator
ㄴ as used in here , and again, it's the same website as the other profiles
pros
somewhat realistic chat
shows active status
'you both follow . . . '
cons
only works when it wants to
ㅡ took me like 2 days to figure out how to work it and it wasn't even my fault :(
no other option than 'you both follow each other' + 'you both follow . . . '
instagram post generator
ㄴ as used in here , for all the golden hour keepsakes <3
authors note. inspired by this post i made yesterday… i was kinda freaking out over a date and stress wrote smut in response. also suffering with ovulation loadout… i swear i might just be batshit insane. also i see your asks and i hear you! i will be responding to them some time soon but in the meantime take a look at this post and send me any prompt with whoever you want me to write it for! i’m in a good mood and want to up the ante on my writing hehe 🤭
thank you for 400+ followers! i love you all and appreciate your support ❤️
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You know what people say about you. You’re the innocent one, the one who should be shielded from substances and sex jokes and anything considered unholy. You’re the one who has never seen or touched a dick in her life, and probably never will until the day you die.
You’re the virgin, the celibate, the prude.
At least, that’s what they think. Your not-so-public boyfriend, on the other hand, knows quite the opposite.
“Is this what you needed, pretty girl?” He pumps himself in and out of you shallowly, biceps caging you underneath him on either side of your head as he pulls whine after whine out of your throat. “C’mon baby, tell me what you need.”
Unbeknownst to many, you are the complete opposite of what you choose to present to the public. At the hands of your boyfriend, Johnny, all of the innocent pretense melts away, replaced by an untamed desire. The moment you get behind closed doors, your public persona is discarded on the welcome mat, and any lust you kept hidden away comes to light.
Your sex drive is concerning, to say the least. Your innocent persona is like a hypothetical chastity cage, locking away your dirty desires for a place more private, where nobody can see nor shame you for your thoughts. Outside, you avoid sexually charged situations like the plague, but inside, you’re the initiator, and you’re glad you have someone equally as dirty as you who can keep up with it.
When he met you for the first time, Johnny saw right through your good girl persona. There was no way that someone as beautiful as you had never pursued something like that before, and so he spent his time with you chipping away at the walls you put up, trying to discover whether there was something about you that you were hiding.
And, lo and behold, he found exactly what he was looking for.
For better lack of a word, you were a complete and total slut. The moment he gave you the go-ahead, you were all over him, kissing him, marking him and palming him through his trousers like your life depended on it. He saw the way lust clouded your pupils so quickly, and instead of being freaked out, he encouraged it, murmuring words of praise into your ear as you humped his erection desperately.
“Poor thing,” he whispered, large hands gripping your hips and pulling you harder against him. “Must be hard hiding all of this from your friends, right?” You nodded into his neck, tongue flicking against his skin as you prepped it for yet another hickey. “You don’t have to do that with me, princess. I can give you everything you need.”
And so he did. That night, he figured that to keep you from going batshit insane with need, he would have to make you cum until you passed out, stuff you full to the brim until you insisted that you couldn’t take any more. And even when you did tell him that you couldn’t, you would still rub your tired clit against the tip of his cock, shallow breaths coming out stuttered as you would work yourself up to yet another orgasm.
His girlfriend, his sweet, innocent girlfriend turned out to be a complete nymphomaniac, and he loved it. You took anything and everything he gave you, bathed in the afterglow of multiple orgasms time and time again, dug your nails into his back to the point where small crescents would form. And your need was sexy too; those innocent eyes that drew him in at first would be used against him at his behest, and you would look up at him, pupils dilated and lashes fluttering as he coddled you into your blissful state.
It’s how you look up at him now, tits bouncing with each thrust and mouth wide open in an ‘o’ shape. You’re quite the sight, but it’s a sight he loves to see nonetheless.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, hips flush against yours as his tip prods at your g-spot. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“W-want you,” you stutter, eyes focusing and refocusing as you feel the coil begin to wind in your tummy. “Want you to fill me up.”
Johnny laughs breathily, sweat soaked strands of hair falling into his face. “But I’m already filling you up, sweet girl. Surely you don't need any more than that.”
He just loves the way your face contorts when he teases you. You get so dumb like this, and when he uses that condescending voice he knows you love, your eyes gloss over as tears begin to form. “Don’t be mean.”
“You like it when I’m mean.” He leans back, wrapping his hands around your waist and observing the way your tiny pussy swallows him whole. “You like it when I use your cunt like my own personal doll, don’t you sweetheart?”
You hum in satisfaction, cheek pressing into the pillow, but you’re snapped back into the moment by a hand wrapping around your throat. “C’mon, answer me. You like it, don’t you?”
“I do,” you moan out, your hoarse voice mingling with the sounds of wet skin slapping. “Love it so much, love you-”
“I know you do, baby. Now…” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip before dragging it downwards, pulling your mouth open. You instinctively stick your tongue out and he smiles, gathering a glob of spit in his throat before dropping into your open lips. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want. What you need.”
Your eyes squeeze shut, but the hand around your neck slaps your cheek, forcing them wide open again. He wants you to look at him, to look at how he so mercilessly destroys your poor pussy, all at your request. “Need your cum, Johnny. Need you to stuff me full of your cum.”
“‘I need your cum’, what, princess? Remember your manners.”
You gulp before blinking up at him, trying so hard to fight off your impending orgasm. “Need your cum, please, daddy. Please.”
Oh, you’re so pretty when you beg for him. You’re even prettier when you call him ‘daddy’; it’s one of the clear signs that you’re way too far gone, and that if he edges you any further, you might not even be able to speak. So, he grants you some reprieve.
When Johnny cums, he buries himself deep inside, skin pressed against yours as he pumps his load right against your cervix. Of course, you’ll take the morning after pill tomorrow, but the thought of him stuffing you to the point where you could carry his children turns him on immeasurably, and his cock throbs heavily inside you, walls clamping down as it surrounds itself with warmth.
All the while, you’re a trembling mess beneath him. Sweat drenches your skin and sticks to the bedsheets, and your cunt throbs in the rhythm of your racing heartbeat, thighs shaking as your orgasm tears through your veins. All you can say is ‘thank you’, coupled with broken sobs and shaky moans.
Johnny holds you through all of it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he rides out his own climax against your cervix. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, lips pressing against its shell. “Such a pretty doll for me, aren’t you?”
All the energy has been drained out of you, and you can only nod, humming sadly when you feel him pull out, the feeling of his release coating your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. All the while, he continues to kiss you, continues to call you his good girl as he caresses your shaking thighs.
Johnny is happy that you can be your real self around him, even if that means milking him dry every other night. He loves being the one who can truly satisfy you, but when he thinks you’re finally done for the night, he flinches at the feeling of you wrapping your hand around his still-erect cock.
“One more,” you whisper, and his eyes shift from where you nudge his tip against your swollen clit to yours, and the blissful glossiness is gone, replaced by a crazed lust.
He could never decline you – he knows better than not to – and so he just grins at you, pushing his hair back before slipping his tip into your cunt again.
“Fucking slut,” he grunts as he continues to slide in, pushing out his own release. “Never satisfied, are you?”
You grin at him wryly before shaking your head. “Nuh-uh. Always want you.”
