Johnnytober - Tumblr Posts

People, I come with good and bad news.

The bad one, is that my parents are really worried about who I talking to on the internet. I guess I still have that "quiet kid" energy because they warned me to turn it down, show more of what I doing (read be traumatized of instead of planning to bomb a building it's femboy porn-) so I not be sooooo active...

The good thing is...

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!!!

that's right folks! I'm doing October shit but since I a little egotistical boy, I need to make it unique. Sooooo everyday I have to post something in here that's semi coherent, on the day and COMPLETELY random! It can be smut! It can be fluff! It can be angst! And it can be VIOLENCE!!! (also humor but I have to be funny for that-)

ADDED TO THAT! I CAN'T WATCH YOUTUBE FOR THE ROLE MONTH!!

A FAST FOR JESUS BOYYYYY (don't tell him to look at my blog thou-)

CHARACTER IN IT:

ANYONE I REALLY DESPERATE!!!!!!!!!

IT CAN BE HAZBIN/HELLUVA (most probably it will have a lot-)

IT CAN BE MANHUNT

IT CAN BE JUST COOL CHARACTERS I FIND ON PINTEREST

WAIT WHO THE FUCK PUT THIS SHIRT HERE-

now it's right :3

SO PREPARE YOURSELF MORTALS!!!

JESUS CHRIST I ALMOST DIDN'T POST TODAY. Literally almost immediately failed Johnnytober. Anyway.

Johnnytober 1°: double penetration.

Martha x Miss.Mayberry x Blackwater(oc)

what went wrong?

Seriously, Blackwater had to wonder. He had a simple mission: get the territory on the border of pride. Straight to the point, all he had to do was convince anyone that lived there and kill who disagreed or was too wild.

There weren't even many people there, just a couple near the imp town and some World War stragglers in a poor made bunker.

Yet here he was.

"Fucccckk~ Go harder~"

"Yeah cmon speed up, donkey~!"

Urgh.

Yes, he was fucking two women at the same time. Rather crude, but there wasn't any better way to put it.

Well, there was. Like he could describe double girthy and lengthy dicks stacked on top of each other, constantly entering and leaving the ladies cunts, even frictioning between them as a bulge appeared at their belly each time in went deep.

Perhaps, he could explain how the both women clashed tongues between them, doing the equivalent of a tango by how much they twisted together, minus of course the saliva dripping from their mouths and sliding to one of their chests, as their breasts clashed together and sometimes rubbed together their hard nipples.

All things he wasn't a fan of. He wasn't homophobic, just not found of this intimate connections, no matter the gender, specifically if their happening only because one of them has the ability to shapeshift.

One million dollars to guess who it was.

"Fucking hell I said faster!" One of the women, Martha by her thick southern tone, exclaimed while kicking his ass. Literally.

"If I do it any faster I will hit your organs." He said in a matter of fact tone. Maybe better description would be sarcasm but he genuinely was surprised by how both were alive to this point. There wasn't even any need, he knew from biology books that the female g-spot was located near the entrance, and certainly didn't need to be poked by a 20 inch pole the size of a light machine gun.

"Does it look like it m-matters~? Mmmh~ just do it~!" Miss.Mayberry said weakly, more like one would dealing with a monstercock (he couldn't believe that though occurred in his head.)

"If I want it you two dead I just shoot you." He warned yet again. Couldn't both wait? It was just a war of attrition at this point.

"All I hear is a little coward~!"

"You think this insults will work? I not doing it."

"Cmon boy~ won't you do it for mommy- AH~!"

"I don't have any masters to control me." He snarled through his teeth as he pushed the top one down, pounding fervently at them. "If I have to prove it throught your ruined guts then so be it."

These imbeciles thinking they could talk him down? Him? He was the one that planned for 30 years the fall of the hierarchy of hell, he was the one so close to proving even destiny wrong, and he wouldn't be outsmarted by a couple of freaks in the middle of nowhere.

The wet slaps reverberated though the house, the two ladies moaning and whimpering like bitches in heat. Stench of sweat stung around with the smell of sex, and the smell of cum when he finally climaxed.

His vision actually went dark for a moment, but it went back to normal... Which was just the corners being black.

It took a few seconds, long seconds, but it all went all. They all breathed heavily and deeply, seeking for air like they ran a marathon.

In the end, Blackwater got out as quick as his trembling legs could, morphing into a more discreet figure to get out, basically having nothing down there since if he had a pussy it would drench his pants the moment he completed formed it. Speaking of which he was fully clothed and on the exit door in seconds.

"W-Wait a second-"

"No. Calm me only if you die, please."

Oh, the sacrifices he made for democracy.

Did someone miss the manhunt gifs~?

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No?

Awh okay :( also wrote this in a cocaine fulled streak at 9 pm. And maybe sparrowrye might be a bit traumatized in seeing Blackwater this way-

Johnnytober 2°: Dance Floor Killer

I did say there not going to have only smut. Also, manhunt fics are rare so why not add a little more?

"Get the psycho!"

Danny ran through the nightclub, bright lights blinding him as he tried to cram his way between the crowd. Leo had forgot this place was going to be this packed! It seemed like half of this city was in this hole, or maybe it was just the tight space. Who enjoys this?

His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh shove to the dancing floor, getting some people and a table to the ground with him. Daniel got up, trying not to put his hands on the broken glass bottle shards and looked at his aggressor.

"I enjoy drinking your blood, vermin~" a freak with a black ss like uniform and a BDSM horse hat walked to him with a whip. Not the best choice of weapon in Danniel mind.

"Cmon Danny! Fuck him up!" Leo yelled from above, unmistakable by the green jumpsuit. How did he get there?

Thoughts were better for later, now Danny grabbed the broken bottle that was in half, leaking with some cheap alcohol.

The wip smacked against Danny side, forcing his arm up as the degenerate kept hitting him. When it seemed his stamina ended, Danny jumped to thrust the bottle in the freak neck. It didn't complete go in, forcing blood out as he tried striking back. He was week, coming wobbly as Danny dodged to the side, begging to stab the freak side multiple times.

Arteries and probably a couple organs hit, the man fell to the ground, jolting slightly. People had moved back, some staring at the scene while other sheered, probably coked out of their minds. Was this entertainment to them?

A club hit Danny head and forced him to the ground, one more of the freaks had appeared, barely clothed with BDSM gear. The club threatened to hit Danny head but he jumped back, the wip being the only weapon in his hand.

"Cmon daddy, you want to play~!? Let's fucking play~!!"

Danny hit the bastard with the wip, aiming in the head for some effect, but the freak only moaned as he reared his bat back for a attack.

Danny looked behind in search for something better, a table being the immediate solution. Small circular one with a pole, he grabbed it and defended right in time for the freak attack. His arms screamed in pain, his head throbbing and certainty bleeding, but he needed to continue. This time Danny took his turn, rearing to hit the man's head. The table broke with a hard crack, followed by a cry of pleasure.

"NOW THAT'S PAIN~!"

Danny gritted his teeth in pain and anger, trusting the now broke pole turned spike into the man's chest, a surprised gasp coming from him as Danny pushed him back and into the ground, forcing the man to slide through the pole until in the ground.

"Now that's a fucking kill! Cmon Danny this way!" Leo yelled, as he went down to the stairs that led up, going up before Danny can pick his pace.

He ran, eyes on the back of his head as people keeping screaming in ecstasy, their voices and the music drowning his own thoughts.

Tumblr is throwing at me self-shipping stuff now.

I going insane because I eating it up.

I going to end up with a ball named Wilson by the end of the month-

It doesn't help that I do NOTHING the entire day just to WRITE THE STUFF FOR JOHNNYTOBER AT THE TIME TO SLEEP.

argh. -_-

Johnnytober 3°: kisses

"I love you, you know that?"

You blushed again, no matter how many times she would say it, how much you already expected it, it would always hit the same if not harder. Her hands would caress your cheeks, admiring your face as if it was a painting of the Renaissance. The pure beauty of the human body.

"... Y-Yes I k-know..."

"But do you know how much that is?" She would raise a eyebrow as she tilts her head, her snow like short hair following as her red eyes seemed to hypnotize you, like falling into a deep abyss that you never want to leave.

"... M-Maybe?"

She would giggle and shake her head. "Oh darling~" she would lean in, kissing your face softly. She would grab your head, hands on the side underneath your ears, so you couldn't escape her onslaught of kisses. They would leave marks, red as he lips, and of course some would hit your lips.

It made you blush so badly, your knees would be so weak as your heart beats as loud as a marching band.

When she finish, she would gaze at you again for a moment. "Do you understand or I have to do it again~?"

And there you were melting at her hands.

Please don't judge me lol, this was so for me-

Johnnytober 4°: Dear Diary.

"Hello diary, day... I can't recall. It's been so long since I wrote one of these. I mean I have tried in this mean time but the pages kept going missing. Hope nobody saw what ever I was going through, ha. Well, things have gotten... Stale? I don't know if it's for the better or worse. At least time seem to be normal, instead of how days before passed in a blink of a eye. I can look at the trees and hear the birds sing, instead of before where my only company was the chamber of a gun. Violence. That's something I had not done recently. Only thing not repetitive. My drug, or prescription to a live of monotone color, is what I believed. I mean I am a death machine after all. Death wish like a emo kid and the courage of a American soldier. Maybe not the pride of neither, but oh well.

At least it's my birthday. I think. 24 years. Forget the other 200, nobody cares for them. Thinking of going original with soda and cake at some chuck and cheese, if they exist anymore. To be fair, if I actually went original I would go back to my land. To my beaches and trees nowhere else has. But it's the same violence and despair as everywhere. That's life, as Sinatra would say.

Uh, I hope this page doesn't go missing, planning on continuing tomorrow if the sun doesn't explode... Which I hopping it does.

With all but love, Jonathan."

I said it would be random as hell.

Johnnytober 4°: Dear Diary

"Diary: day... Whatever it is.

It's been a long time I must say, since I ever written anything in here. It wasn't useful per say. Thoughts became so jumbled over the years that I couldn't remember what year it was. Did it matter? Not really. Nothing matters I guess. Suppose 2 hundred years will make you look like that.

Speaking of it... Happy 24 birthday! Was I born today? Probably not, but I celebrating. Probably gonna go down and drinking soda, eat a cake maybe? Find someone without love for life and a itching finger in a gun to kill. I suppose it's better to do it when I on the clock but... I have enough money to pay a billionaire to kiss my shoes. I don't remember where most of money is, one would think the propose of hiding your money is to find it later but, oh well! That's life, like Sinatra would say, heard him sing live when he was... Well, alive. Young. Suppose I was young too. Young with a death wish. Still not specific enough.

Not even my name is specific. Jonathan. There's thousands of Jonathans in the world, thousands of lambs. The animal I mean. I probably as smart as one. Oh who can lie like that, I wish I was. Then I wouldn't be writing in this book to rest my sorrows.

Why don't they just die out? The indomitable human spirit as the internet people would say? It must be old this meme, I barely can understand the web, barely can understand people. I just wish... I don't know, amnesia? Not thinking of that again, thank luck. Isn't gonna work anyway. Head too thick.

Uh, that's all. I be back when the day is over and another comes... Again. When will the sun blow up?

With all but love, Jonathan."

I said this shit world be random, didn't I?

Johnnytober 5°: anal

Transfem Striker X GN reader

"Oh darling, look at what you made me do~"

She purred in your ear, as you eyes where dazed by the continuous pounding in your ass. Your ass cheeks clapping and jiggling from each thrust Striker gave to you. Her hand griping your hip with a force that drew blood, as her other hand hold your head.

"Ya cant walk around so pretty like that~ it makes mommy so needy~"

You moaned in ecstasy, cumming again with your groin on fire as she didn't stop. She had been in it for a hour, even if you were so sensible, so Fucking full. But did you want her to stop?

"My darling needs to work, I know, but ya can take some rest~ ye working for me so well~" she leaned in, twisting your head so her lips could be a breath from yours. "Nobody has a ass like ya~"

She then pushed your head against the mattress, stopping for a second to make your ass aim higher, and then went full force, hitting your prostate like a hammer. Your mind went blank as your tongue escaped your mouth, moaning a whining like the bitch you were.

You certainly wouldn't be able to walk this weekend.

And we are back with smut~

Johnnytober 6°: Show

Fem Valentino x GN Reader. Warning: lewd art ahead.

"Amore~ Look at me, please~"

You couldn't, you really couldn't. Your face was a red mess. As you breathed heavily you tried looking away but it was so damn hard. The clapping certainly didn't help.

Valentina grinned when you started staring, even with a hand over your mouth, as she kept twerking on her private stage, her jiggly booty cheeks glistening in the neon lights. "Is it so hard~?"

"N-No..."

"Then why don't you really take a look~?" She stopped just to spread her ass cheeks, her thong doing little to hide her wet pussy and puckered hole. "Please, Mi doce, let me spoil you~"

You gave in to her demands, gripping your pants as you stared at her, embarrassed beyond belief. She turned around, sitting on the stage as she pushed her foot against your groin. The thong actually made it's way to her breasts, which again were barely hidden. Although you were used to it, since Valentina was a... Thick lady. You moaned as she leaned in.

"I can make it all true~ apenas me digas~" her accent really did make you crazy, it dripped with a lust you couldn't possibly imagine. You looked up, your eyes gazing at hers.

"So? Spit it out~"

To the fella that send me a request for fem Valentino.

It's been a week... Since I started Johnnytober. Normally I wouldn't be saying how many days have passed but with the fact I without YouTube it's worth it because I don't have much to do.

I mean, god I do have a lot I can do but I simply... Hate myself. There's no other words. When I stuck in place all I can think is ending it all.

Fucking hell, I going to have to block certain tags on my tumblr because I see "men don't interact" about how much men are vile creatures and I think "well there's a way to resolve at least one of this issues and it's with a bullet to my head." Jesus, is not even funny anymore.

I'm volatile it seems, probably because of the depression Im carrying. I hate this bloodsucker, draining me even if I literally just breathing.

I don't know what to do. I not actually having "problems" my life is good! I mean, as better as it can be. My parents are wonderful people to me (even if they are kinda homophobic, didn't tell them the spy I am lol) I spent my day "relaxed" but still feel like I want to disappear.

I want to scream, pull my hair out, beat my head in the wall until I go unconscious. I not brave or stupid to do it, and sincerely wish I was.

I telling you all this because, well I can't say it at real life. Only thing people can give me are sweet words that don't mean anything.

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Well, I guess that's all. Trauma dumping on social media, let's go... Eh...

Johnnytober is certainly helping me, even if it's kinda word vomiting. I don't care if it doesn't get many hearts or reblogs. I know how to get them, it's a social game where you play what everyone wants to see.

I want to write what I want to see. It's egotistical? Extremely. But fuck it, I don't care. That's what I taking this, or what's to understand. I going to continue to scream, make art by cutting my heart and letting it all here.

Thank you for the people who see what I do and interact. Thank you to the mutuals I have. Thank you.

Johnnytober 7°: The thrill of getting caught

You really shouldn't be there.

It was supposed to be Beelzebub meeting with the other sins, the kind of stuff no lowly hellborn like you should be near in, yet look at where you were. Serving her like a needy puppy.

Your tongue ran across her pussy, slowly up and down, as your hands caressed the sides of her legs. Her fur was so soft, and you could feel the goosebumps that ran on her skin as you got bolder.

She was so unusually quiet, I'm your and everyone opinions, but you didn't blame her. She was really holding the urge to moan, specially as you ran your tongue around her clit, circling it until eventually sucking on it.

Her whimpering was music to your ears, so divine in this hellish wasteland you thought you were in heaven instead. You heard the others ask if she was alright, and she said she was fine.

A lie, you were sure she was more than fine~

Week 1 is done~